Forever.
# Joey: So what was this about a new plotline? Yami: And my personality? CW: I think this story is just about long enough, actually. Yami: Well, if that's fair then Tristan wears a tutu. Joey: Oh, has he told you as well? #
Duke's broken collarbone was being patched up at Domino Hospital.
As for the others, Serenity's legs were bandaged to stop the bleeding, but Kaiba had refused medication, claiming the injury to his stomach was a mere bruise.
Bakura had only just found out that he was responsible.
'Great Scott! I'm ever so sorry!' he exclaimed. 'I told you I'm a threat.'
They sat on a couch at Trina's place. They were all alone for the evening.
Xatrina remembered that Vivian had told her she was going to a premiere of a movie she had done previously. Trina dreaded what she would say when she came back.
They hadn't left a note or anything. But Vivian couldn't be too worried, because she had still gone.
'Listen, Bakura, I want to talk with you.' Said Xatrina rising out of the seat. Bakura followed and they left the room.
Once again, but not for the last time, she led them out through the kitchen doors and into the gardens.
The snow was still thick. More had covered the lawn since the last time they had been here.
They sat on that very same bench, in those very same places.
'Bakura,' began Trina, 'I want you to tell me everything. Where you got the ring and when, how it makes you feel, how many problems it has caused,' by this, of course, she meant 'how many people it has killed', 'Just anything that's been waiting to come out.'
And so Bakura launched into his tale, from when his father brought the ring back from Egypt, to just now, with the 'explosion'. He told her the ring made him feel empty, threatened. He was friendless, weak and desperate. No one cared.
'You're wrong, Bakura.' Said Xatrina, 'I care. They care. We all care. They just think this battle against evil is more important.'
'And isn't it?'
'No.' said Xatrina softly, 'Not to me. And anyway, they'll have to destroy the spirit sooner or later. He wants the millennium items, doesn't he? And the God Cards. He could ruin the entire fight, if they don't stop it. Your problem is, you'll be fighting against yourself when the time comes for them to get rid of him. You're both good and evil in the same body.'
'Then they'll have to get rid of me too.' Said Bakura, a weight squashing his heart.
'No, they won't.' said Trina, 'Because he'll be long gone from your body when he is destroyed. We'll beat him together.'
The weight was suddenly a feather, and Bakura blew it away with ease.
He beamed at Xatrina, knowing she wouldn't let him down. Then a thought struck him.
'But, you're devoting yourself to this,' he began, 'What would you want in return?'
'I've already received my end of the bargain.' She said, 'All I wanted was a friend. You granted me the wish.'
'But, if we're going to keep meeting up,' said Bakura, 'How are we going to keep the spirit from hurting you?'
'Just get someone to lock your door from the outside at night!' laughed Trina, 'Tie yourself to the bed with something. Bet you never thought of that!'
Bakura confessed that he hadn't.
Trina said, 'We wouldn't have had all this trouble if you had!' (CW: But then, of course, there wouldn't be a story!)
She produced a folded sheet of paper from her pocket. A printout from a digital camera.
She unfolded it and held it up. It was the picture.
Bakura laughed at how nervous he looked.
'We look cute together, huh?' smile Trina.
'Shut up!' laughed Bakura, and pushed her into the snow.
This snow fight was shorter than the last.
When they were tired, they wandered back to sit on the bench.
Semi-consciously, Bakura slid an arm round Trina.
'When your mother's movie is on at the pictures,' he began quietly, 'What do you say about coming to see it with me?'
Trina nodded and smiled, then leant over and kissed him on the cheek.
Bakura blushed more than ever.
'Come on, let's get back.' Xatrina got up and dashed for the house.
Bakura grabbed a handful of snow and chased after her, feeling more accepted than he ever had in his life.
# Joey: So what was this about a new plotline? Yami: And my personality? CW: I think this story is just about long enough, actually. Yami: Well, if that's fair then Tristan wears a tutu. Joey: Oh, has he told you as well? #
Duke's broken collarbone was being patched up at Domino Hospital.
As for the others, Serenity's legs were bandaged to stop the bleeding, but Kaiba had refused medication, claiming the injury to his stomach was a mere bruise.
Bakura had only just found out that he was responsible.
'Great Scott! I'm ever so sorry!' he exclaimed. 'I told you I'm a threat.'
They sat on a couch at Trina's place. They were all alone for the evening.
Xatrina remembered that Vivian had told her she was going to a premiere of a movie she had done previously. Trina dreaded what she would say when she came back.
They hadn't left a note or anything. But Vivian couldn't be too worried, because she had still gone.
'Listen, Bakura, I want to talk with you.' Said Xatrina rising out of the seat. Bakura followed and they left the room.
Once again, but not for the last time, she led them out through the kitchen doors and into the gardens.
The snow was still thick. More had covered the lawn since the last time they had been here.
They sat on that very same bench, in those very same places.
'Bakura,' began Trina, 'I want you to tell me everything. Where you got the ring and when, how it makes you feel, how many problems it has caused,' by this, of course, she meant 'how many people it has killed', 'Just anything that's been waiting to come out.'
And so Bakura launched into his tale, from when his father brought the ring back from Egypt, to just now, with the 'explosion'. He told her the ring made him feel empty, threatened. He was friendless, weak and desperate. No one cared.
'You're wrong, Bakura.' Said Xatrina, 'I care. They care. We all care. They just think this battle against evil is more important.'
'And isn't it?'
'No.' said Xatrina softly, 'Not to me. And anyway, they'll have to destroy the spirit sooner or later. He wants the millennium items, doesn't he? And the God Cards. He could ruin the entire fight, if they don't stop it. Your problem is, you'll be fighting against yourself when the time comes for them to get rid of him. You're both good and evil in the same body.'
'Then they'll have to get rid of me too.' Said Bakura, a weight squashing his heart.
'No, they won't.' said Trina, 'Because he'll be long gone from your body when he is destroyed. We'll beat him together.'
The weight was suddenly a feather, and Bakura blew it away with ease.
He beamed at Xatrina, knowing she wouldn't let him down. Then a thought struck him.
'But, you're devoting yourself to this,' he began, 'What would you want in return?'
'I've already received my end of the bargain.' She said, 'All I wanted was a friend. You granted me the wish.'
'But, if we're going to keep meeting up,' said Bakura, 'How are we going to keep the spirit from hurting you?'
'Just get someone to lock your door from the outside at night!' laughed Trina, 'Tie yourself to the bed with something. Bet you never thought of that!'
Bakura confessed that he hadn't.
Trina said, 'We wouldn't have had all this trouble if you had!' (CW: But then, of course, there wouldn't be a story!)
She produced a folded sheet of paper from her pocket. A printout from a digital camera.
She unfolded it and held it up. It was the picture.
Bakura laughed at how nervous he looked.
'We look cute together, huh?' smile Trina.
'Shut up!' laughed Bakura, and pushed her into the snow.
This snow fight was shorter than the last.
When they were tired, they wandered back to sit on the bench.
Semi-consciously, Bakura slid an arm round Trina.
'When your mother's movie is on at the pictures,' he began quietly, 'What do you say about coming to see it with me?'
Trina nodded and smiled, then leant over and kissed him on the cheek.
Bakura blushed more than ever.
'Come on, let's get back.' Xatrina got up and dashed for the house.
Bakura grabbed a handful of snow and chased after her, feeling more accepted than he ever had in his life.