I dunno what's going on, but chapter 12 wouldn't get updated for a long
time and I had to wait to make sure that it did get uploaded, so if it
appeared twice, sorry, but I had to re-upload it. I wing it with these
chapters a bit, so if it's not very Ryou Bakura-ish, don't eat me. I just
want to make sure I don't leave out anything I'll regret later. I'm gonna
try to end this by the 20 chapter mark.
Ch.13: I'm Sorry
Yami Bakura's POV
I woke up extremely hungry and slightly sore.
"Still got the body, I suppose."
I rubbed my very painful neck. I'd get back at that bitch. But anyway, pain wasn't exactly an issue with me. I just had a very innate fear of starvation. Starving to non-death in the Ring hurt. Try to sleep tossing and turning in bed with the biggest damn stomach pains in the world, then we'll talk. I eventually got used to it, in addition to being parched of thirst, but I didn't ever turn down food. That's why I ate raw steak anytime I could. It wasn't so bad a thing to eat half-raw steak. Actually kept you pretty full for a while and was full of vitamins and minerals. But I didn't exactly eat steak cooked to the least extent, so Ryou became awful sick sometimes. If I'd just cook it, flame-kiss it just a teeny bit, I bet it wouldn't be so tough on him.
"So, you up at last, Thief King?"
"Hey, Malik."
"Hey yourself! Bakura called you before the night gave, but you were sleeping, and you wanted to sleep fitful..."
"But I didn't want to miss talking to Ryou!"
"Oh, breathe. We're gonna visit him in a while. Soon as you get some real clothes on and quiet that stomach of yours."
I rubbed my heavily muscled stomach and frowned. Yep. He was right, I was hungry. But...
"No time for food!" I yelled.
"Fine, but you'll be sorry...get some of Shen's clothes. I think you'll fit."
Shen was Bakura and Sakura's father. His clothes were a bit 'safari', but they would have to do. And they weren't too tight across my chest.
"How are those clothes on you?" Malik asked.
"They'll do for now," I replied. I tried to run a comb through my hair as Malik watched, but I encountered a façade of huge knots.
"Oh, shit."
"Here, let me comb it for you."
Malik grabbed Ryou's brush and raked it down my hair painfully. I yelled in response.
"OW! Not so hard!!"
"Oh, shove it you big baby!" Malik said in pure Ancient Egyptian.
"You're pulling it!" I yelled, switching my languages as well.
As he combed my hair, I yelled quite a few obscenities, and cursed nearly everyone in his family with my native tongue. Eventually, I ran out of curses and gods to curse him with. I used Ra, Osiris, and Set about a trillion times.
"There! Done!" Malik said finally. "Now let me get it all fixed up in a hairstyle and you'll be set."
"Like hell you will, son of a bitch!" I said angrily.
"Oh, zip it!"
I felt Malik rub my head and pull the brush through my hair softer. Like a massage. I relaxed as he put it in a very short ponytail.
"There. Is that better, Thief Man?"
"Much. Now let's go see Ryou before I get the impulse to tear you limb from limb."
"EEP!!"
We rode to the hospital on Malik's motorcycle, and let me be the first to tell you that motorcycles are fun! Maybe Sakura and Bakura would buy me one...
Soon enough, I had Sarah following me again. Seems Ka Saraha had given the medics the slip for Sarah. That cunning girl of mine...
"Hey, 'Kura!"
Whoa, big surprise there. No one ever called me "'Kura." Barely anyone called Ryou "'Kura." Only his girls did, and they had all gone flocking to the stupid dice-maestro, Duke Devlin.
"Just Bakura, or Yami if you please, Sarah."
"Sure! So what you been doin'?"
"Nothing but sleep and eat. Listen, Sarah, you think you can go back to your doctors for today?"
"Uh-huh, uh-huh!"
"See you later..."
"Bye, Yami!"
Sarah ran back to what I hoped was her pediatric unit. Suddenly, I heard a voice.
"Ya...mi..."
Ryou's POV
I'd woken up to a really nasty feeling in the pit of my stomach and I heard my yami.
"Ya...mi..." I said weakly.
"Ryou, you're awake!"
"I don't feel so good. Can I get something to eat?"
"Of course. Call your nurse."
I did as told and got some lunch. Had I really slept that long?
"Listen, Ryou. We have to talk," Yami told me.
"Okay..." I replied through small bites.
"Did you get angry at me when I told you off?"
I choked slightly, but recovered quickly.
"Erm...well...yes, I suppose I did."
"Every time you removed the Millennium Ring was when you made yourself vomit, is that not true?"
"Yes, it's true," I said meekly.
"Why didn't you tell me I hurt your feelings?"
"I was afraid..." I told him sadly. "I was afraid that you might hurt me. You hate me..."
"Bakura, I don't hate you. What the hell gave you that impression?"
"You yell at me all the time..." I said weakly. I picked at my food timidly. "...and you hurt me, that's mostly why. You haven't hit me for a long time. I thought maybe...maybe it was only temporary, you not beating me. So I...well, I don't know. I just stopped caring so much that I started caring a lot. It's all so confusing..."
I laughed stupidly.
"It's all like a bad dream..."
"Ryou, anorexia is no laughing matter."
I gasped.
"A-anorexia?" I repeated fearfully. "I have anorexia?!"
"You do. And it's all my fault. I got angry for something stupid and blamed it on you. I'm really, well, erm...this isn't something I normally do...but I'm really...what I'm trying to say is...well...I'm sorry..."
I sort of giggled at his struggled apology, then gasped and put a hand over my mouth.
"Sorry," I mumbled.
"No, don't say sorry. You don't need to."
I felt my eyes begin to itch.
"Yes I do. I should have known you don't hate me. Ever since the end of Battle City and ever since Sakura came, you've been mellow with me. It's not all your fault, I'm sorry too."
Yami Bakura's hair fell over his left eye and he smiled, his scar slightly stretching.
"I really am sad for my actions and will try to rectify your situation. As soon as you become well, we'll conquer this sickness together. All three of us."
I looked at Sakura, who was snoring like I do, in a chair across from my bed. I suddenly realized I'd hurt her very badly. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I hugged myself, pushing my food away.
"Now, see?" Yami told me. "You can't do that. You need to eat. Stress and guilt hurt, I know. But not eating hurts more. I know. I've starved inside the Millennium Ring for 5000 years. Only until I met you did I get to eat. Not that I do it in a good way, but you can yell at me at the appropriate time."
"Okay, then."
I took back my food and ate it all. Every last bit. I then saw Yami cringe and his mouth stretched a bit. I always felt that way when I was.
"You're hungry..."
Ha! He's lecturing Ryou about not eating and look at him! What a twerp!! By the way, Shibby-One, my friend and me invented Sakura and Ayari as a model of us a bit. I know all about Amane. ^__^ And I re-uploaded chapter 1. Stupid internet glitch messed up my story!! But anyhow, that's all the juicyness for now. See ya!! And don't forget to read and review!!!!!!!
Ch.13: I'm Sorry
Yami Bakura's POV
I woke up extremely hungry and slightly sore.
"Still got the body, I suppose."
I rubbed my very painful neck. I'd get back at that bitch. But anyway, pain wasn't exactly an issue with me. I just had a very innate fear of starvation. Starving to non-death in the Ring hurt. Try to sleep tossing and turning in bed with the biggest damn stomach pains in the world, then we'll talk. I eventually got used to it, in addition to being parched of thirst, but I didn't ever turn down food. That's why I ate raw steak anytime I could. It wasn't so bad a thing to eat half-raw steak. Actually kept you pretty full for a while and was full of vitamins and minerals. But I didn't exactly eat steak cooked to the least extent, so Ryou became awful sick sometimes. If I'd just cook it, flame-kiss it just a teeny bit, I bet it wouldn't be so tough on him.
"So, you up at last, Thief King?"
"Hey, Malik."
"Hey yourself! Bakura called you before the night gave, but you were sleeping, and you wanted to sleep fitful..."
"But I didn't want to miss talking to Ryou!"
"Oh, breathe. We're gonna visit him in a while. Soon as you get some real clothes on and quiet that stomach of yours."
I rubbed my heavily muscled stomach and frowned. Yep. He was right, I was hungry. But...
"No time for food!" I yelled.
"Fine, but you'll be sorry...get some of Shen's clothes. I think you'll fit."
Shen was Bakura and Sakura's father. His clothes were a bit 'safari', but they would have to do. And they weren't too tight across my chest.
"How are those clothes on you?" Malik asked.
"They'll do for now," I replied. I tried to run a comb through my hair as Malik watched, but I encountered a façade of huge knots.
"Oh, shit."
"Here, let me comb it for you."
Malik grabbed Ryou's brush and raked it down my hair painfully. I yelled in response.
"OW! Not so hard!!"
"Oh, shove it you big baby!" Malik said in pure Ancient Egyptian.
"You're pulling it!" I yelled, switching my languages as well.
As he combed my hair, I yelled quite a few obscenities, and cursed nearly everyone in his family with my native tongue. Eventually, I ran out of curses and gods to curse him with. I used Ra, Osiris, and Set about a trillion times.
"There! Done!" Malik said finally. "Now let me get it all fixed up in a hairstyle and you'll be set."
"Like hell you will, son of a bitch!" I said angrily.
"Oh, zip it!"
I felt Malik rub my head and pull the brush through my hair softer. Like a massage. I relaxed as he put it in a very short ponytail.
"There. Is that better, Thief Man?"
"Much. Now let's go see Ryou before I get the impulse to tear you limb from limb."
"EEP!!"
We rode to the hospital on Malik's motorcycle, and let me be the first to tell you that motorcycles are fun! Maybe Sakura and Bakura would buy me one...
Soon enough, I had Sarah following me again. Seems Ka Saraha had given the medics the slip for Sarah. That cunning girl of mine...
"Hey, 'Kura!"
Whoa, big surprise there. No one ever called me "'Kura." Barely anyone called Ryou "'Kura." Only his girls did, and they had all gone flocking to the stupid dice-maestro, Duke Devlin.
"Just Bakura, or Yami if you please, Sarah."
"Sure! So what you been doin'?"
"Nothing but sleep and eat. Listen, Sarah, you think you can go back to your doctors for today?"
"Uh-huh, uh-huh!"
"See you later..."
"Bye, Yami!"
Sarah ran back to what I hoped was her pediatric unit. Suddenly, I heard a voice.
"Ya...mi..."
Ryou's POV
I'd woken up to a really nasty feeling in the pit of my stomach and I heard my yami.
"Ya...mi..." I said weakly.
"Ryou, you're awake!"
"I don't feel so good. Can I get something to eat?"
"Of course. Call your nurse."
I did as told and got some lunch. Had I really slept that long?
"Listen, Ryou. We have to talk," Yami told me.
"Okay..." I replied through small bites.
"Did you get angry at me when I told you off?"
I choked slightly, but recovered quickly.
"Erm...well...yes, I suppose I did."
"Every time you removed the Millennium Ring was when you made yourself vomit, is that not true?"
"Yes, it's true," I said meekly.
"Why didn't you tell me I hurt your feelings?"
"I was afraid..." I told him sadly. "I was afraid that you might hurt me. You hate me..."
"Bakura, I don't hate you. What the hell gave you that impression?"
"You yell at me all the time..." I said weakly. I picked at my food timidly. "...and you hurt me, that's mostly why. You haven't hit me for a long time. I thought maybe...maybe it was only temporary, you not beating me. So I...well, I don't know. I just stopped caring so much that I started caring a lot. It's all so confusing..."
I laughed stupidly.
"It's all like a bad dream..."
"Ryou, anorexia is no laughing matter."
I gasped.
"A-anorexia?" I repeated fearfully. "I have anorexia?!"
"You do. And it's all my fault. I got angry for something stupid and blamed it on you. I'm really, well, erm...this isn't something I normally do...but I'm really...what I'm trying to say is...well...I'm sorry..."
I sort of giggled at his struggled apology, then gasped and put a hand over my mouth.
"Sorry," I mumbled.
"No, don't say sorry. You don't need to."
I felt my eyes begin to itch.
"Yes I do. I should have known you don't hate me. Ever since the end of Battle City and ever since Sakura came, you've been mellow with me. It's not all your fault, I'm sorry too."
Yami Bakura's hair fell over his left eye and he smiled, his scar slightly stretching.
"I really am sad for my actions and will try to rectify your situation. As soon as you become well, we'll conquer this sickness together. All three of us."
I looked at Sakura, who was snoring like I do, in a chair across from my bed. I suddenly realized I'd hurt her very badly. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I hugged myself, pushing my food away.
"Now, see?" Yami told me. "You can't do that. You need to eat. Stress and guilt hurt, I know. But not eating hurts more. I know. I've starved inside the Millennium Ring for 5000 years. Only until I met you did I get to eat. Not that I do it in a good way, but you can yell at me at the appropriate time."
"Okay, then."
I took back my food and ate it all. Every last bit. I then saw Yami cringe and his mouth stretched a bit. I always felt that way when I was.
"You're hungry..."
Ha! He's lecturing Ryou about not eating and look at him! What a twerp!! By the way, Shibby-One, my friend and me invented Sakura and Ayari as a model of us a bit. I know all about Amane. ^__^ And I re-uploaded chapter 1. Stupid internet glitch messed up my story!! But anyhow, that's all the juicyness for now. See ya!! And don't forget to read and review!!!!!!!