MilleniumGirl: Thank you reviewers! You guys RULE!!!!
Seto: Yay. Go reviewers. Can I leave now?
MG: I'm glad you came back for the second chapter! I'm working my best to get these out quickly!
Seto: Can a PLEASE leave now?
MG: Not before you do the disclaimer!
Seto: MilleniumGirldoesn'townYugiohitwouldbeasaddayifshedidO.K. SEE YA!
MG: Humph, it's almost like he doesn't want to hang around my evil stories and me... Oh well! Oh and in this story Yami Bakura= Bakura, Ryou=Ryou, Good Marik= Marik, and Yami Marik= Malik
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Ryou stopped short of George and the rosebush with a large smile on his face.
"Oh, what a lovely rosebush! Wow, so big and bright... it reminds me of an old plant in the neighbor's garden back in England..." the boy said happily. The man sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Yes yes Ryou, that's wonderful, can we go now?" Bakura said unenthusiastically.
"Oh... but, I really wanted to look at this plant some more..."
"You seriously aren't considering buying the stupid thing?"
"And why not?"
"Because... It's not black."
"...what?"
"Have I taught you nothing, hikari? Black equals wonderful things. The plant is not black. Therefore, it is not a wonderful thing."
"That's absurd! Look, you're not black, are you!"
"Yes, but there is black in MY SOUL, so let's MOVE ON, shall we?"
George watched them volley with unease. This boy, Ryou, was the only one who had shown any interest in his roses all day. He must get rid of the plant.
"Look, sir, I'll pay you to take it," George said, leaping up.
"Oh, so you're just that desperate to ruin my life, aren't you?" Bakura said dryly. But then he said, "How much?" with a new air of enthusiasm.
"I don't know. Anything," George said, fishing out his wallet.
"No no, we can't charge him for these... he's willing to give them to me for free, why would he need to pay me?" Ryou said, smiling and admiring the roses.
"Because he's a f..." Bakura started to say, but a warning look from his hikari made him stop. "Lord, you're no fun, Ryou... I'm gonna go find Malik."
"Now just wait a minute, you get to help my carry this," Ryou said, thrusting the plant into his yami's arms. Bakura groaned angrily. Ryou snapped at him for not being helpful. Bakura snapped back at him for being a moron.
George took this opportunity to flee as far away as he could from the damned bush in Bakura's arms.
"Stupid Ryou, I don't need to be a gentleman..." Bakura said in a dry tone.
"Oh yeah? Well, I pity your future girlfriend, it's absolutely unbearable to live with you..." Ryou said angrily.
Bakura snorted into the plant. "You live with me and you seem to like it fine."
Ryou was about to retort but Malik and Marik swerved around a watermelon stand and stopped in front of the two.
Malik snickered. "Who are the roses for, Bakura?"
Bakura looked to kill. "This is my hikari's stupid bush, you dolt, and I'd hit you if I wasn't carrying it."
"Then why don't you just throw it at him?" Marik said innocently. Malik growled.
"Stolen anything yet?" Bakura whispered to Malik, leaning in closer to him and almost scraping him with a thorn.
"Yeah, I nicked this pot... HEY, watch it, Tomb Robber, you almost cut my flesh with that... whoa..." Malik said, admiring the thorns. "Heh, these are nifty... I shall take one, or two, if that is acceptable..."
"ABSOLUTELY NOT! Don't touch that plant, Malik! Those thorns protect the plant from things that want to eat it; you can't just rip them off..." Ryou protested.
Malik sneered. "Huh, that would have to be one big animal to hurt this thing... It'd have to have a big mouth, like Tea."
"Yeah, and maybe it'll start giving out friendship speeches, too! AHH, SHIELD THE INNOCENT! TEA'S GIVING A SPEECH!" Bakura said, cracking up along with Malik. While they were laughing, Malik casually snapped a thorn off the gnarled stem.
Suddenly, he gave an uncharacteristic yelp as one of the rosebush branches whipped around and sunk into his flesh. Growling, he tried to unstick the branch from his arm, wincing.
"I swear I didn't do it," Bakura said quickly. Malik shook his head no to clarify that he didn't blame Bakura for it. Ryou watched in horror as Malik finally removed the thorns, leaving his arm a bloody mess. Marik looked nervously at his yami.
But all Malik did was laugh. "Foolish plant, it's like it hurt me on purpose... Now why can't they all be like that? There would be much less people in the world..." Bakura and Malik began to laugh hysterically. Then they argued about how they were going to divvy up the blood on Malik's arm. The hikaris rolled their eyes and walked a distance away.
"That was pretty weird," Marik said, looking at the bush.
"Yeah... but, at least your yami's in a good mood... mine would've sent the bush to the Shadow Realm by now if he had been poked," Ryou said, smiling. Marik thought 'poked' was the understatement of the year, but he didn't say anything out loud.
"Well, they do get a kick out of being hurt, so..." Ryou laughed. "We'd better get going. I'll see you later."
Marik nodded, and he and Malik walked off. Malik was looking with interest at the wound on his arm.
Later, back at Ryou's house, he spent the afternoon planting the new bush. It really stood out among the rest of his garden, and he thought it added a lot. He smiled and stood back, admiring the plant. But then something caught his eye.
"Ugh..." he sighed, looking at a mess of blood on one of the plant's limbs. "Malik got blood all over my plant..." He reached for the hose to give the plant a spray-down. But he stopped before he turned the water on, looking at the plant in horrid fascination.
There wasn't just blood on the one limb. In fact, every rose on the bush was dripping with blood.
Ryou ran into the house just as thunder shook the ground and rain fell.
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MG: Little little chapter! Sorry!
Yami: Don't apologize. The less to read, the better.
MG: Is that your philosophy?
Yami: Noooo, but it could be.
MG: Where's Seto? I mean Kaiba?
Yami: He didn't want to hang out with you, because he was afraid you'd put him and Mokuba in the story.
MG: Ohhhh... Anyway, thanks for reading, and PLEASE PLEASE review if you can! (grumbling) Like I'd put them in another story... Well, actually...
Seto: Yay. Go reviewers. Can I leave now?
MG: I'm glad you came back for the second chapter! I'm working my best to get these out quickly!
Seto: Can a PLEASE leave now?
MG: Not before you do the disclaimer!
Seto: MilleniumGirldoesn'townYugiohitwouldbeasaddayifshedidO.K. SEE YA!
MG: Humph, it's almost like he doesn't want to hang around my evil stories and me... Oh well! Oh and in this story Yami Bakura= Bakura, Ryou=Ryou, Good Marik= Marik, and Yami Marik= Malik
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Ryou stopped short of George and the rosebush with a large smile on his face.
"Oh, what a lovely rosebush! Wow, so big and bright... it reminds me of an old plant in the neighbor's garden back in England..." the boy said happily. The man sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Yes yes Ryou, that's wonderful, can we go now?" Bakura said unenthusiastically.
"Oh... but, I really wanted to look at this plant some more..."
"You seriously aren't considering buying the stupid thing?"
"And why not?"
"Because... It's not black."
"...what?"
"Have I taught you nothing, hikari? Black equals wonderful things. The plant is not black. Therefore, it is not a wonderful thing."
"That's absurd! Look, you're not black, are you!"
"Yes, but there is black in MY SOUL, so let's MOVE ON, shall we?"
George watched them volley with unease. This boy, Ryou, was the only one who had shown any interest in his roses all day. He must get rid of the plant.
"Look, sir, I'll pay you to take it," George said, leaping up.
"Oh, so you're just that desperate to ruin my life, aren't you?" Bakura said dryly. But then he said, "How much?" with a new air of enthusiasm.
"I don't know. Anything," George said, fishing out his wallet.
"No no, we can't charge him for these... he's willing to give them to me for free, why would he need to pay me?" Ryou said, smiling and admiring the roses.
"Because he's a f..." Bakura started to say, but a warning look from his hikari made him stop. "Lord, you're no fun, Ryou... I'm gonna go find Malik."
"Now just wait a minute, you get to help my carry this," Ryou said, thrusting the plant into his yami's arms. Bakura groaned angrily. Ryou snapped at him for not being helpful. Bakura snapped back at him for being a moron.
George took this opportunity to flee as far away as he could from the damned bush in Bakura's arms.
"Stupid Ryou, I don't need to be a gentleman..." Bakura said in a dry tone.
"Oh yeah? Well, I pity your future girlfriend, it's absolutely unbearable to live with you..." Ryou said angrily.
Bakura snorted into the plant. "You live with me and you seem to like it fine."
Ryou was about to retort but Malik and Marik swerved around a watermelon stand and stopped in front of the two.
Malik snickered. "Who are the roses for, Bakura?"
Bakura looked to kill. "This is my hikari's stupid bush, you dolt, and I'd hit you if I wasn't carrying it."
"Then why don't you just throw it at him?" Marik said innocently. Malik growled.
"Stolen anything yet?" Bakura whispered to Malik, leaning in closer to him and almost scraping him with a thorn.
"Yeah, I nicked this pot... HEY, watch it, Tomb Robber, you almost cut my flesh with that... whoa..." Malik said, admiring the thorns. "Heh, these are nifty... I shall take one, or two, if that is acceptable..."
"ABSOLUTELY NOT! Don't touch that plant, Malik! Those thorns protect the plant from things that want to eat it; you can't just rip them off..." Ryou protested.
Malik sneered. "Huh, that would have to be one big animal to hurt this thing... It'd have to have a big mouth, like Tea."
"Yeah, and maybe it'll start giving out friendship speeches, too! AHH, SHIELD THE INNOCENT! TEA'S GIVING A SPEECH!" Bakura said, cracking up along with Malik. While they were laughing, Malik casually snapped a thorn off the gnarled stem.
Suddenly, he gave an uncharacteristic yelp as one of the rosebush branches whipped around and sunk into his flesh. Growling, he tried to unstick the branch from his arm, wincing.
"I swear I didn't do it," Bakura said quickly. Malik shook his head no to clarify that he didn't blame Bakura for it. Ryou watched in horror as Malik finally removed the thorns, leaving his arm a bloody mess. Marik looked nervously at his yami.
But all Malik did was laugh. "Foolish plant, it's like it hurt me on purpose... Now why can't they all be like that? There would be much less people in the world..." Bakura and Malik began to laugh hysterically. Then they argued about how they were going to divvy up the blood on Malik's arm. The hikaris rolled their eyes and walked a distance away.
"That was pretty weird," Marik said, looking at the bush.
"Yeah... but, at least your yami's in a good mood... mine would've sent the bush to the Shadow Realm by now if he had been poked," Ryou said, smiling. Marik thought 'poked' was the understatement of the year, but he didn't say anything out loud.
"Well, they do get a kick out of being hurt, so..." Ryou laughed. "We'd better get going. I'll see you later."
Marik nodded, and he and Malik walked off. Malik was looking with interest at the wound on his arm.
Later, back at Ryou's house, he spent the afternoon planting the new bush. It really stood out among the rest of his garden, and he thought it added a lot. He smiled and stood back, admiring the plant. But then something caught his eye.
"Ugh..." he sighed, looking at a mess of blood on one of the plant's limbs. "Malik got blood all over my plant..." He reached for the hose to give the plant a spray-down. But he stopped before he turned the water on, looking at the plant in horrid fascination.
There wasn't just blood on the one limb. In fact, every rose on the bush was dripping with blood.
Ryou ran into the house just as thunder shook the ground and rain fell.
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MG: Little little chapter! Sorry!
Yami: Don't apologize. The less to read, the better.
MG: Is that your philosophy?
Yami: Noooo, but it could be.
MG: Where's Seto? I mean Kaiba?
Yami: He didn't want to hang out with you, because he was afraid you'd put him and Mokuba in the story.
MG: Ohhhh... Anyway, thanks for reading, and PLEASE PLEASE review if you can! (grumbling) Like I'd put them in another story... Well, actually...