MilleniumGirl: YAY!!! I would put all of you reviewer's names up but my
sis is on the computer so I can't check the names. Anyhoo! Thanks you
sooooooo much for all the comments! ...Call me stupid, but I've never
actually seen Little Shop of Horrors... I have heard of it, though, and I'm
going to see it!
Ryou: A classic! I'll see it again! It's classic!
MG: You are supposed to be in the story!
Ryou: (muttering) I don't want to...
Flight Attendant: SSSSSS!!!!
Ryou: 0.o;;; mEEP! YES MA'AM!
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As you may have guessed, the bush was back the next day. Ryou had woken up early to make breakfast and spotted the bush out the window. He sighed and called Bakura.
"What?" Bakura said drowsily, running a hand through his hair.
"I thought you were going to rip the bush up yesterday. Was it too hard?" Ryou said, handing him a coffee cup, which Bakura drank hurriedly.
When he had swallowed, he said, "It was easy. And I did rip it up."
Ryou shook his head. "Then what's that?" he said, pointing outside to the rosebush.
Bakura spit out the coffee he had in his mouth. "WHAT THE HELL? UGGH, IT REPLANTED ITSELF OVERNIGHT..." he shouted, slamming the coffee cup down.
Ryou jumped a bit. "Is that so? But how could it have gotten so big...?" he said, looking curiously at the plant. "Shall we go take a look?"
"Damn right I'm gonna "take a look"..." Bakura muttered. "Ryou, that rosebush is messed."
They walked outside and to the rosebush. After inspecting it, they concluded that it was almost the exact same plant in the exact same place. Except, Bakura noticed with glee, that the blood red roses were now darker.
"Maybe if they turn black, it will be a better plant!" he exclaimed. "Ryou, do all flowers change the color of their petals? I don't really take notice of such unimportant things, but..."
Ryou was silent for a while. "No, they don't," he finally said. "This is odd."
"Odd..." Bakura repeated. "I prefer screwy." He reached to the bush, fingering a dark red rose, and made a swift movement to pull it off.
But just as it had done to Malik, the bush retaliated. Except now it was about a foot bigger and covered in eight-inch long spikes. As soon as Bakura yanked on the rose, several long spiky limbs came crashing down on him. He hollered and leapt back, cursing. Ryou stood with his hands to his mouth. Bakura whacked and tore at the limbs until seven or so branches lay severed from their body. The ground was streaked with blood.
"Are you all right?" Ryou said in a shaky voice. Bakura grumbled in response. "It's like it didn't want you to touch it," he continued. "Like it was al..."
But then, Ryou stopped short, for the severed limbs of the bush were moving. They slithered like snakes to the rosebush, attaching themselves into the ground or back onto a continuation of a stem.
The two stared for a few seconds, and then Ryou high-tailed it into the house, dragging Bakura with him.
"Did you SEE that? That plant is possessed, I tell you, we've got to get rid of it, and if uprooting it doesn't work, I know what will," Ryou said frantically, dialing a number on the phone.
A man in a dirty yellow suit came in a matter of minutes. He carried a huge toolbox full of foul smelling liquids and pointy objects. Bakura's eyes widened, and he whispered wistfully to his hikari, "I want to get a job as whatever he is..."
Ryou shushed him. The man walked up to Ryou and shook hands with him first, and then Bakura, introducing himself as Stan. He was a very professional guy, but he was kind, too, and Ryou spent a long while discussing perennials with him. When they went into the house, Stan told them a little about his job.
"I'm a plant exterminator," he said, patting the box. "I've got enough poison in here to kill a city." He winked.
Bakura wouldn't let him off that easy. "What kind of poison?" he said gruffly.
"Well, several kinds, I suppose..." and he was off on a complicated discussion with Bakura which Ryou found hard to follow, so he politely nodded and said "Is that good or bad?" every once and a while. Ryou finally left and served breakfast for the three of them. Stan had abandoned his professional manner by now; he talked with Ryou and Bakura like they were old friends.
"And that's exactly what happened! I tried to tell her she didn't need one, but..." Stan laughed after concluding a story. The other two were cracking up.
"Yes, well, what else could you expect... Say..." Ryou said, smiling, and checking the clock on the wall. "Wow, it's been two hours!"
Stan tilted his cap. "Gee, I didn't even notice! Well, I should probably get to work. Can you show me to the yard?"
"Sure thing," Ryou said, standing up and walking outside. Stan automatically moved to a dying tree in the corner of the yard, but Ryou called him back toward the rosebush.
"This one," he said.
"This one?" Stan questioned, pointing at the bush. "Why, it's nice and healthy! Why would you want to..."
"Have you ever been stung buy a hundred bees, Stan? How about slapped by a bunch of eight inch long spikes on a stem?" Bakura said, raising an eyebrow.
Stan tilted his cap again. "No, I haven't," he said, then dug a pointy rod similar to an oversized syringe out of his box. "If that's the pain this bush is causing, I guess it has to go..."
He filled the rod with liquid, then put on some heavy-duty gloves. Ryou took a timid step backwards. Stan then broke into cheerful conversation as he looked for an appropriate spot to inject the poison into the bush.
Bakura's nose quivered. Blood again. He sought out a rose, and found it had just started dripping. Not any blood, but black blood. Bakura decided not to mention it to Stan, who might not want to get near it if he told him. He'd rather Stan just kill the bush, and then they could get on with their lives.
Not all of them would get on with their lives, however. At that moment, as Stan had cheerfully said his last words, "Never seen anything like it," the bush decided it did not want the pointy syringe anywhere near it. Ryou, expecting an onslaught, warned Stan to move out of the way. But the branches never came crashing down upon his back. Instead, the roses did. The bush shed about half of the black blood covered roses into a shower on Stan. It couldn't have hurt him. It couldn't have...
Something odd, or as Bakura would say, screwy, happened to Stan. As soon as the blood touched him, he froze. He tried to stand up but only got half way before he was completely stopped in his tracks. Then, his shoes and legs hardened and began to scab. It looked exactly like the bark of a tree. A loud crackling sound was heard as this effect crept up his entire body until there was nothing left of Stan but a tree trunk. His face was contorted with fear, but he would never be able to scream.
As Ryou and Bakura stood in horror, they could almost hear the rosebush laugh.
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MG: Poor poor Stan... muahahaha...
Seto: You are EVIL. You're worse than Malik.
MG: Yeah, well, you haven't exactly seen Malik write a story, have you?
Seto: No, but I'm sure there wouldn't be as much violen... wait, what am I saying?
MG: That's what I thought! Anyway, please review! (
Flight Attendant: Sssss...
Seto: o.O;; Oh um hey, long time no see... (runs off)
Ryou: A classic! I'll see it again! It's classic!
MG: You are supposed to be in the story!
Ryou: (muttering) I don't want to...
Flight Attendant: SSSSSS!!!!
Ryou: 0.o;;; mEEP! YES MA'AM!
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As you may have guessed, the bush was back the next day. Ryou had woken up early to make breakfast and spotted the bush out the window. He sighed and called Bakura.
"What?" Bakura said drowsily, running a hand through his hair.
"I thought you were going to rip the bush up yesterday. Was it too hard?" Ryou said, handing him a coffee cup, which Bakura drank hurriedly.
When he had swallowed, he said, "It was easy. And I did rip it up."
Ryou shook his head. "Then what's that?" he said, pointing outside to the rosebush.
Bakura spit out the coffee he had in his mouth. "WHAT THE HELL? UGGH, IT REPLANTED ITSELF OVERNIGHT..." he shouted, slamming the coffee cup down.
Ryou jumped a bit. "Is that so? But how could it have gotten so big...?" he said, looking curiously at the plant. "Shall we go take a look?"
"Damn right I'm gonna "take a look"..." Bakura muttered. "Ryou, that rosebush is messed."
They walked outside and to the rosebush. After inspecting it, they concluded that it was almost the exact same plant in the exact same place. Except, Bakura noticed with glee, that the blood red roses were now darker.
"Maybe if they turn black, it will be a better plant!" he exclaimed. "Ryou, do all flowers change the color of their petals? I don't really take notice of such unimportant things, but..."
Ryou was silent for a while. "No, they don't," he finally said. "This is odd."
"Odd..." Bakura repeated. "I prefer screwy." He reached to the bush, fingering a dark red rose, and made a swift movement to pull it off.
But just as it had done to Malik, the bush retaliated. Except now it was about a foot bigger and covered in eight-inch long spikes. As soon as Bakura yanked on the rose, several long spiky limbs came crashing down on him. He hollered and leapt back, cursing. Ryou stood with his hands to his mouth. Bakura whacked and tore at the limbs until seven or so branches lay severed from their body. The ground was streaked with blood.
"Are you all right?" Ryou said in a shaky voice. Bakura grumbled in response. "It's like it didn't want you to touch it," he continued. "Like it was al..."
But then, Ryou stopped short, for the severed limbs of the bush were moving. They slithered like snakes to the rosebush, attaching themselves into the ground or back onto a continuation of a stem.
The two stared for a few seconds, and then Ryou high-tailed it into the house, dragging Bakura with him.
"Did you SEE that? That plant is possessed, I tell you, we've got to get rid of it, and if uprooting it doesn't work, I know what will," Ryou said frantically, dialing a number on the phone.
A man in a dirty yellow suit came in a matter of minutes. He carried a huge toolbox full of foul smelling liquids and pointy objects. Bakura's eyes widened, and he whispered wistfully to his hikari, "I want to get a job as whatever he is..."
Ryou shushed him. The man walked up to Ryou and shook hands with him first, and then Bakura, introducing himself as Stan. He was a very professional guy, but he was kind, too, and Ryou spent a long while discussing perennials with him. When they went into the house, Stan told them a little about his job.
"I'm a plant exterminator," he said, patting the box. "I've got enough poison in here to kill a city." He winked.
Bakura wouldn't let him off that easy. "What kind of poison?" he said gruffly.
"Well, several kinds, I suppose..." and he was off on a complicated discussion with Bakura which Ryou found hard to follow, so he politely nodded and said "Is that good or bad?" every once and a while. Ryou finally left and served breakfast for the three of them. Stan had abandoned his professional manner by now; he talked with Ryou and Bakura like they were old friends.
"And that's exactly what happened! I tried to tell her she didn't need one, but..." Stan laughed after concluding a story. The other two were cracking up.
"Yes, well, what else could you expect... Say..." Ryou said, smiling, and checking the clock on the wall. "Wow, it's been two hours!"
Stan tilted his cap. "Gee, I didn't even notice! Well, I should probably get to work. Can you show me to the yard?"
"Sure thing," Ryou said, standing up and walking outside. Stan automatically moved to a dying tree in the corner of the yard, but Ryou called him back toward the rosebush.
"This one," he said.
"This one?" Stan questioned, pointing at the bush. "Why, it's nice and healthy! Why would you want to..."
"Have you ever been stung buy a hundred bees, Stan? How about slapped by a bunch of eight inch long spikes on a stem?" Bakura said, raising an eyebrow.
Stan tilted his cap again. "No, I haven't," he said, then dug a pointy rod similar to an oversized syringe out of his box. "If that's the pain this bush is causing, I guess it has to go..."
He filled the rod with liquid, then put on some heavy-duty gloves. Ryou took a timid step backwards. Stan then broke into cheerful conversation as he looked for an appropriate spot to inject the poison into the bush.
Bakura's nose quivered. Blood again. He sought out a rose, and found it had just started dripping. Not any blood, but black blood. Bakura decided not to mention it to Stan, who might not want to get near it if he told him. He'd rather Stan just kill the bush, and then they could get on with their lives.
Not all of them would get on with their lives, however. At that moment, as Stan had cheerfully said his last words, "Never seen anything like it," the bush decided it did not want the pointy syringe anywhere near it. Ryou, expecting an onslaught, warned Stan to move out of the way. But the branches never came crashing down upon his back. Instead, the roses did. The bush shed about half of the black blood covered roses into a shower on Stan. It couldn't have hurt him. It couldn't have...
Something odd, or as Bakura would say, screwy, happened to Stan. As soon as the blood touched him, he froze. He tried to stand up but only got half way before he was completely stopped in his tracks. Then, his shoes and legs hardened and began to scab. It looked exactly like the bark of a tree. A loud crackling sound was heard as this effect crept up his entire body until there was nothing left of Stan but a tree trunk. His face was contorted with fear, but he would never be able to scream.
As Ryou and Bakura stood in horror, they could almost hear the rosebush laugh.
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MG: Poor poor Stan... muahahaha...
Seto: You are EVIL. You're worse than Malik.
MG: Yeah, well, you haven't exactly seen Malik write a story, have you?
Seto: No, but I'm sure there wouldn't be as much violen... wait, what am I saying?
MG: That's what I thought! Anyway, please review! (
Flight Attendant: Sssss...
Seto: o.O;; Oh um hey, long time no see... (runs off)