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read your review and thought "yes yes YES!" so I went and drew an evil
mutant rosebush piccy. It's at my account at www.Fanart-central.net (My
username is also MilleniumGirl) if anyone wanted to see it!
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"Damn."
The four stood still and looked to the bush. The yamis had noticed the absence of the noise and stood upright again, moving several steps backwards.
"Are you trying to say... the shadows didn't even want this thing?" Ryou said timidly.
"Yes, hikari, that's it exactly," Bakura said angrily. "That bush is not an ordinary plant, Ryou."
"I kind of admire it," Malik said, smiling evilly. "It knows how to put up a struggle. Not most plants do. They're brainless," he said, using the Millennium Rod to blast a hole in one of Ryou's katsura trees.
"MALIK!" Ryou yelled. "Don't do that!"
"Brainless indeed. Maybe this bush is brainless too; it just does these odd things out of impulse..." Bakura said, rubbing the back of his neck. He was saying this more to comfort his hikari then anyone, even though it wasn't true. This plant had a mind of its own, but if Ryou figured that out he would flip.
As if in response to the "brainless" comment, one of the bush's limbs whipped out dangerously close to Ryou, who yelled and hid behind Bakura.
"Don't yell, Ryou, you'll provoke it. Look, it won't hurt not to hide behind something, either..."Bakura said, rolling his eyes.
Malik and Marik watched as Bakura carelessly shoved his hikari in the small of the back toward the rosebush. Ryou was shaking, but he did not show signs of resisting. He might have been afraid to resist.
Hi yami was not a person to talk back to or resist; Ryou knew this from experience, and had scars to prove the times he did. Of course, his yami did not need a reason to beat him. He would just let loose on him one night, be calm the next, sarcastic another... Ryou never knew if he should have a discussion with him or hide from him. He usually resorted to hiding.
A sudden image of himself lying on the floor covered in blood came to mind. He shook his head and dug his heels into the ground slightly. Ryou did not want any closer to that rosebush. Bakura's hand applied more pressure to his back.
"Ryou, it won't hurt you when it's this far away..."
Marik did not like the look of this. Either Yami Bakura was stupid, or he was trying to feed his hikari to the rosebush.
"M-Malik..." Marik said, turning his head away. "I'm going."
"Where?" Malik growled.
"Somewhere. Away from here. That bush is giving me the creeps."
"Go, then. I should like to stay."
"Malik..."
"What?" he snapped angrily.
"The bush doesn't like you, remember?"
Malik paused, remembering the branch sinking into his flesh. Now that the branches and spikes were several times longer... Since when was he taking his hikari's advice? But nonetheless, he bid goodbye to Bakura and a frightened looking Ryou. Marik was already out the door and could not say his goodbyes.
Bakura snorted when Malik was out of sight. "Coward."
"If he's a coward, then what am I?" Ryou said, trying to back into his yami, but Bakura's hand remained pushing him forward.
"You're a bigger coward who needs to go stand right there," Bakura said, placing Ryou in a more then uncomfortable place near the rosebush. "See? It's not going to hurt you. It hurt me and Malik and Stan, but that's because we touched it. Somewhat."
Bakura walked to the lawn chairs a distance away. Ryou made a move to run over there as well, but Bakura growled "STAY." Ryou stopped in his tracks.
Ryou watched as a pinecone flew over his head and into the rosebush. He got a close-up view of the tongue and mouth as they swallowed the flying pinecone.
Bakura was fascinated. He could recognize when animals, or plants in this case, were hungry. The bush wanted food. He threw another pinecone at it. How much could this thing eat?
"Yami?" Ryou called nervously from across the yard. "P-please don't do that; it looks like it wants to eat more now that you're feeding it."
"It can eat you, then," Bakura said in a joking voice. He called for Ryou to come over to where he was sitting.
But he had given the bush an invitation.
All the branches turned toward Ryou, spikes facing toward him. Then the head of the plant turned as well and its tongue slipped out between the jaws. Ryou had been looking at Bakura, but he slowly turned around to face the plant.
And because Bakura had told him to stay, he stood and went pale, his hands to his mouth.
"RYOU! MOVE!" Bakura shouted. The plant was leaning over slightly, as if it was going to skewer Ryou on its spikes. The mouth had opened and the tongue was reaching out.
Ryou was too scared to move, like a deer caught in headlights.
A saliva like substance was dripping from the tongue. It wanted flesh.
Bakura rushed over and threw his hikari over himself, making an all out dash to the porch. The plant crashed upon the spot where Ryou had been standing, and quickly picked itself back up. It made a shrill, angry noise at having lost its meal.
For the moment.
Ryou was breathing heavily and was trying to thank Bakura but couldn't grasp the words. Bakura was watching the plant as it turned toward them and growled.
"It can't reach us here," he breathed.
He was wrong. The head withdrew inside the bush momentarily, then came back out. In its mouth was a large amount of spikes and roses that it had ripped off of itself. It was going to spit them at the two on the porch. Bakura gasped and ran to the door to the house, wrenching it open and making a move to slam it shut. But his hikari was still lying on the steps. He sighed and ran back for him, tossing him unceremoniously into the house.
"Hikari, you've got to learn to move when you're in danger. Do I have to teach you that the hard way?"
"N-no..." Ryou stuttered. He was shocked that he had almost been eaten. "Yami, we have to leave."
"Leave where?" Bakura answered, still watching the plant in the backyard. It was furious that its prey had gone inside.
"Leave this house. We have to get out of here."
Bakura laughed. "You are so recessive. It's pathetic, but sweet, too..."
Oh no. Time to hide, Ryou thought.
"Stay where you are," Bakura growled. "I'm not done with you."
Ryou shook slightly as Bakura approached him. It was dark out now, and this was effecting Bakura. The dark changed his attitude. It made him more of a yami. Ryou wanted badly to run out into the front yard, and then keep running, away from the rosebush and the man who had been acting so normal hours before...
"Please don't hurt me..." Ryou said, cowering slightly.
Bakura laughed again. "You need to learn not to be afraid. That bush is evil, no doubt, but I am not afraid of it! It is a thing of beauty to me."
"It scares me," Ryou said, trying not to look out the window. The plant might be waiting for him.
"Why?"
"It just does! It's a scary thing, and you told it that it could eat me...."
An evil smile pulled up the corners of Bakura's lips. "I wasn't really going to let it eat you..."
Ryou shivered, then held perfectly still as Bakura took his face in one hand and put his other hand on Ryou's heart.
"Your heart is beating like a rabbit's. Tell me, my little rabbit, are you afraid of death?"
Ryou was even afraid to answer him. One wrong word and his yami would strike him.
But Ryou was saved answering when a spike came crashing through the kitchen window. The glass clattered to the floor, and Bakura stepped over it to examine what had just happened. He guessed that the rosebush had launched a spike at the window. But as he discovered by looking out the window, the rosebush had stretched out its branches and was attempting to attack them from inside the house. Bakura yanked at the limb and grabbed a steak knife from the kitchen counter to sever it. Blood spewed everywhere, and Ryou took this distraction as an opportunity to hide in his bedroom. But he was grabbed around the middle by Bakura, who was holding a knife and a bloody rosebush branch in his other hand.
"Foolish hikari, think about where you're going. If you went into your bedroom, the rosebush has plain sight of you," he said dryly. Ryou was relieved to see that his yami had lost interest in torturing him for the night.
"I didn't even think about that..."
"If you're so scared of it, sleep in the living room," Bakura snapped, then began licking the blood off the knife. Ryou stared at him in disgust.
"Go to bed," Bakura growled at him. Ryou walked to the couch and curled up in a ball. There was no way he'd be able to get to sleep. Either his yami would kill him or the rosebush would...
He ended up asleep in five minutes, worn out from the day's events. Bakura looked out on the lawn, and found it hard to pick out the shape of the rosebush, but when he did he found it still and quiet. Bakura tried to watch TV but found it boring. A thought occurred that he should actually sleep tonight. He shrugged to himself and sat on the couch next to his sleeping hikari. So innocent...
The yami closed his eyes and willed himself to sleep.
Meanwhile, on the lawn, the rosebush wasn't as still as Bakura had surmised. In fact, it was growing. The bush itself was growing in size, but the head was growing hungrier...
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MG: Chappie! Kinda longish-shortish... I typed it really fast and didn't edit it very well so if you see a mistake, can you please tell me? Well, this story's going to be longer then I thought!
Bakura: Great. Can I just kick the rosebush? It'd be so much easier...
MG: Kick it?
Bakura: Yeah, and all the leaves would come off...
MG: If you really want to kick it, I'll make you kick it in the next chapter.
Bakura: Umm... nevermind.
MG: That's what I thought! Thanks for reading, and please review! Thanks again to everyone who already did!!!
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"Damn."
The four stood still and looked to the bush. The yamis had noticed the absence of the noise and stood upright again, moving several steps backwards.
"Are you trying to say... the shadows didn't even want this thing?" Ryou said timidly.
"Yes, hikari, that's it exactly," Bakura said angrily. "That bush is not an ordinary plant, Ryou."
"I kind of admire it," Malik said, smiling evilly. "It knows how to put up a struggle. Not most plants do. They're brainless," he said, using the Millennium Rod to blast a hole in one of Ryou's katsura trees.
"MALIK!" Ryou yelled. "Don't do that!"
"Brainless indeed. Maybe this bush is brainless too; it just does these odd things out of impulse..." Bakura said, rubbing the back of his neck. He was saying this more to comfort his hikari then anyone, even though it wasn't true. This plant had a mind of its own, but if Ryou figured that out he would flip.
As if in response to the "brainless" comment, one of the bush's limbs whipped out dangerously close to Ryou, who yelled and hid behind Bakura.
"Don't yell, Ryou, you'll provoke it. Look, it won't hurt not to hide behind something, either..."Bakura said, rolling his eyes.
Malik and Marik watched as Bakura carelessly shoved his hikari in the small of the back toward the rosebush. Ryou was shaking, but he did not show signs of resisting. He might have been afraid to resist.
Hi yami was not a person to talk back to or resist; Ryou knew this from experience, and had scars to prove the times he did. Of course, his yami did not need a reason to beat him. He would just let loose on him one night, be calm the next, sarcastic another... Ryou never knew if he should have a discussion with him or hide from him. He usually resorted to hiding.
A sudden image of himself lying on the floor covered in blood came to mind. He shook his head and dug his heels into the ground slightly. Ryou did not want any closer to that rosebush. Bakura's hand applied more pressure to his back.
"Ryou, it won't hurt you when it's this far away..."
Marik did not like the look of this. Either Yami Bakura was stupid, or he was trying to feed his hikari to the rosebush.
"M-Malik..." Marik said, turning his head away. "I'm going."
"Where?" Malik growled.
"Somewhere. Away from here. That bush is giving me the creeps."
"Go, then. I should like to stay."
"Malik..."
"What?" he snapped angrily.
"The bush doesn't like you, remember?"
Malik paused, remembering the branch sinking into his flesh. Now that the branches and spikes were several times longer... Since when was he taking his hikari's advice? But nonetheless, he bid goodbye to Bakura and a frightened looking Ryou. Marik was already out the door and could not say his goodbyes.
Bakura snorted when Malik was out of sight. "Coward."
"If he's a coward, then what am I?" Ryou said, trying to back into his yami, but Bakura's hand remained pushing him forward.
"You're a bigger coward who needs to go stand right there," Bakura said, placing Ryou in a more then uncomfortable place near the rosebush. "See? It's not going to hurt you. It hurt me and Malik and Stan, but that's because we touched it. Somewhat."
Bakura walked to the lawn chairs a distance away. Ryou made a move to run over there as well, but Bakura growled "STAY." Ryou stopped in his tracks.
Ryou watched as a pinecone flew over his head and into the rosebush. He got a close-up view of the tongue and mouth as they swallowed the flying pinecone.
Bakura was fascinated. He could recognize when animals, or plants in this case, were hungry. The bush wanted food. He threw another pinecone at it. How much could this thing eat?
"Yami?" Ryou called nervously from across the yard. "P-please don't do that; it looks like it wants to eat more now that you're feeding it."
"It can eat you, then," Bakura said in a joking voice. He called for Ryou to come over to where he was sitting.
But he had given the bush an invitation.
All the branches turned toward Ryou, spikes facing toward him. Then the head of the plant turned as well and its tongue slipped out between the jaws. Ryou had been looking at Bakura, but he slowly turned around to face the plant.
And because Bakura had told him to stay, he stood and went pale, his hands to his mouth.
"RYOU! MOVE!" Bakura shouted. The plant was leaning over slightly, as if it was going to skewer Ryou on its spikes. The mouth had opened and the tongue was reaching out.
Ryou was too scared to move, like a deer caught in headlights.
A saliva like substance was dripping from the tongue. It wanted flesh.
Bakura rushed over and threw his hikari over himself, making an all out dash to the porch. The plant crashed upon the spot where Ryou had been standing, and quickly picked itself back up. It made a shrill, angry noise at having lost its meal.
For the moment.
Ryou was breathing heavily and was trying to thank Bakura but couldn't grasp the words. Bakura was watching the plant as it turned toward them and growled.
"It can't reach us here," he breathed.
He was wrong. The head withdrew inside the bush momentarily, then came back out. In its mouth was a large amount of spikes and roses that it had ripped off of itself. It was going to spit them at the two on the porch. Bakura gasped and ran to the door to the house, wrenching it open and making a move to slam it shut. But his hikari was still lying on the steps. He sighed and ran back for him, tossing him unceremoniously into the house.
"Hikari, you've got to learn to move when you're in danger. Do I have to teach you that the hard way?"
"N-no..." Ryou stuttered. He was shocked that he had almost been eaten. "Yami, we have to leave."
"Leave where?" Bakura answered, still watching the plant in the backyard. It was furious that its prey had gone inside.
"Leave this house. We have to get out of here."
Bakura laughed. "You are so recessive. It's pathetic, but sweet, too..."
Oh no. Time to hide, Ryou thought.
"Stay where you are," Bakura growled. "I'm not done with you."
Ryou shook slightly as Bakura approached him. It was dark out now, and this was effecting Bakura. The dark changed his attitude. It made him more of a yami. Ryou wanted badly to run out into the front yard, and then keep running, away from the rosebush and the man who had been acting so normal hours before...
"Please don't hurt me..." Ryou said, cowering slightly.
Bakura laughed again. "You need to learn not to be afraid. That bush is evil, no doubt, but I am not afraid of it! It is a thing of beauty to me."
"It scares me," Ryou said, trying not to look out the window. The plant might be waiting for him.
"Why?"
"It just does! It's a scary thing, and you told it that it could eat me...."
An evil smile pulled up the corners of Bakura's lips. "I wasn't really going to let it eat you..."
Ryou shivered, then held perfectly still as Bakura took his face in one hand and put his other hand on Ryou's heart.
"Your heart is beating like a rabbit's. Tell me, my little rabbit, are you afraid of death?"
Ryou was even afraid to answer him. One wrong word and his yami would strike him.
But Ryou was saved answering when a spike came crashing through the kitchen window. The glass clattered to the floor, and Bakura stepped over it to examine what had just happened. He guessed that the rosebush had launched a spike at the window. But as he discovered by looking out the window, the rosebush had stretched out its branches and was attempting to attack them from inside the house. Bakura yanked at the limb and grabbed a steak knife from the kitchen counter to sever it. Blood spewed everywhere, and Ryou took this distraction as an opportunity to hide in his bedroom. But he was grabbed around the middle by Bakura, who was holding a knife and a bloody rosebush branch in his other hand.
"Foolish hikari, think about where you're going. If you went into your bedroom, the rosebush has plain sight of you," he said dryly. Ryou was relieved to see that his yami had lost interest in torturing him for the night.
"I didn't even think about that..."
"If you're so scared of it, sleep in the living room," Bakura snapped, then began licking the blood off the knife. Ryou stared at him in disgust.
"Go to bed," Bakura growled at him. Ryou walked to the couch and curled up in a ball. There was no way he'd be able to get to sleep. Either his yami would kill him or the rosebush would...
He ended up asleep in five minutes, worn out from the day's events. Bakura looked out on the lawn, and found it hard to pick out the shape of the rosebush, but when he did he found it still and quiet. Bakura tried to watch TV but found it boring. A thought occurred that he should actually sleep tonight. He shrugged to himself and sat on the couch next to his sleeping hikari. So innocent...
The yami closed his eyes and willed himself to sleep.
Meanwhile, on the lawn, the rosebush wasn't as still as Bakura had surmised. In fact, it was growing. The bush itself was growing in size, but the head was growing hungrier...
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MG: Chappie! Kinda longish-shortish... I typed it really fast and didn't edit it very well so if you see a mistake, can you please tell me? Well, this story's going to be longer then I thought!
Bakura: Great. Can I just kick the rosebush? It'd be so much easier...
MG: Kick it?
Bakura: Yeah, and all the leaves would come off...
MG: If you really want to kick it, I'll make you kick it in the next chapter.
Bakura: Umm... nevermind.
MG: That's what I thought! Thanks for reading, and please review! Thanks again to everyone who already did!!!
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