MG: WELCOME BACK!!!!! YOU ROCK, REVIEWERS!!!!
George: Yay, go reviewers! By the way, what are reviewers?
MG: I was happy to see that a certain reviewer remembered the plant was like this because it got struck by lightning... That may be important... I hope I didn't give anything away just there...
George: I could have told you that! And what's a reviewer?
MG: Do the disclaimer, George.
George: The what?
DisclaimerBot (attacks George) DOESN'T OWN YU-GI-OH DOESN'T OWN YU-GI-OH
MG: Thank you...?
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It wasn't even morning when Ryou woke up. The dim light of the clock on the stove flashed 2:06. He yawned and stretched and tried to go back to sleep, but found it was uncomfortably humid. Crawling over Bakura carefully so as not to wake him, Ryou made his way to the thermostat in the hallway. He expected 80º at least. But he was shocked to find that it read a slight 45º. Why was it so hot? He shook his hair out of his face. Maybe he was hot, like he was catching the flu or something. He didn't feel sick, though.
He toyed with the thermostat, finally getting the AC to work and watching the degrees drop to 38. It was supposed to be freezing by now. Ryou sighed and decided to see if his yami was hot, too.
"Bakura," he said, shaking him gently. "Bakura!"
"Mmph," was the response Ryou got.
"'Kura, wake up!"
"Get offa me, Pharaoh, or I'll inject you with paradichlorobenzene..."he muttered.
"It's Ryou! Wake up!"
"Hikari?" he said, finally opening his eyes.
"Yeah, listen, 'Kura, is it hot, or is it just me?"
"It's just you," he said, straightening and yawning widely. He made some chewing movements with his mouth, and then said, "Whoa, it's really hot in here."
Ryou slapped his forehead.
"Go turn the AC on," Bakura said,
"I did. Apparently, it's 38 degrees in this house, but it feels like 90!" Ryou exclaimed.
"It's a nice humidity, though. I'm used to it being like this in Egypt."
"Yeah, well I'm not, and I want you to go see if you can figure out what's wrong with the thermostat."
"Fine," he said blankly, still a little asleep. He went to the thermostat and looked at it for a few seconds.
"Well?" his hikari said.
"It's screwed," Bakura said, sitting back down on the couch. He flung himself over the rest of it so there was no room for another body. He was asleep in a few seconds.
Ryou scoffed angrily, and tried to push him over, but gave up. He decided to go sleep in his room; it might be cooler in there with less body heat. He was about to lie in bed when he tripped over something and fell on his knees.
"Rugburn..." he said absentmindedly as he inspected his knee. Then, he turned to where he had tripped. He reached out a hand and met a soft, fleshy like substance. Moving farther up, his hand touched something long and sharp, and he yelped and withdrew his hand. He gingerly reached back out. Ryou concluded that whatever he had tripped on had a fleshy, raw end, getting harder and bumpier as you went up. "Up" was toward his window, and when he looked at it, he saw it was blocked by something rather large.
His heart started beating expeditiously. He thought maybe the object obscuring his window was his yami, who could have slipped past him...
"'Kura?" he said weekly. Nothing moved. Still on the ground, he slowly reached out his hand and it landed on the fleshy part of the thing that tripped him.
It was really hot, and Ryou applied pressure to the fleshy substance while he wiped the back of his neck with the other hand.
It snapped up and coiled around his arm like a fat snake. Like when a worm stretches itself out, the thing managed to become long enough to reach all the way to his shoulder. The tip was prodding his neck, as if securing the next area to cling to.
Ryou yelled and squirmed. The limb squeezed his arm powerfully. Ryou tried to free his arm, but realized it had it too tight. The pain forced him to flip over as he struggled to get out of its grasp.
The he realized what it was, a little too late.
The rosebush. It had grown so big over the past few hours that it could stick its limbs through the windows. He had been feeling the spike when he had felt something sharp.
Ryou, still yelling, tried whacking the worm-like branch off of his left arm, which was by now numb. It squeezed tighter. The pain was so unbearable he wished the plant would just rip his arm off.
He was rescued from this and any further thoughts by Bakura, who came charging into the dark room when he heard Ryou yell. He could easily pick his way through dark areas and was soon by Ryou's side, trying to calm him down.
"AAAGGGH!" Ryou screamed, hacking at the branch some more.
He stopped when Bakura grabbed his arm and whispered hoarsely to him, "Stop moving. Let me handle this."
The limb was detached from Ryou's arm when Bakura pulled a steak knife on it. He hacked mercilessly at the part of the branch where the soft part started and the bark ended. The limb made a splish noise as it was severed in two. Juices and blood bubbled out of the end. Ryou took a long breath as the worm-like part fell off of his arm in a heap. His arm felt cold and rubbery, and when he touched it, only his fingers felt. The arm wouldn't move, either.
"'Kura..." he said softly.
"Sh-h, Ryou, let me see it," he said, surprisingly gentle. Bakura picked up the arm and pinched it. "Feel that?"
"No," Ryou said quietly.
Bakura rubbed the arm wherever he could find veins. Then he straightened out the fingers so the blood flow could return to them.
"It tingles a little bit," Ryou said, amazed at how quickly his yami could fix it.
"Yeah. What were you doing in here, anyway?" Bakura said, vengefully stabbing the upper branch with the steak knife.
"I was hot... and you took the couch... then I tripped..." he said, a little dazed as the needles ran up and down his arm. It had a cooling effect, thought, so he was thankful for the return of the blood flow.
Bakura sighed and picked Ryou up off the floor. "Fine, you have the couch, then. I'm going to go see where that thing came from."
Ryou picked his way meticulously to the couch and sat down, watching the silhouette of his yami pause at the sliding door to the porch. He opened it slightly, and then slammed it shut. Ryou heard another splish noise. Bakura cursed and stamped at something with his foot. Then, he opened the door a little bit again, this time stepping over something to get out. He shut the door behind him.
Ryou felt a shiver go up his spine. He waited for a few seconds, then dashed to the door and wrenched it open.
"Bakura..." he started to call, but a hand was clamped over his mouth.
"Why did you come out?" Bakura said, leaning over him ominously. Ryou could only mumble. "You can stay out here but you have to be quiet. It's sleeping," he growled to his hikari.
Ryou had a faint idea what was sleeping. And then, looking up, he found out why it was so hot in the house.
The rosebush had turned the house into a greenhouse. It was trapping all the heat inside. Gigantic limbs, as fat as a car, had grown on top of the roof to keep from letting any heat out. There was at least one branch in every window, and a particularly thick cluster around the AC vent. While it should have been 38 degrees inside, the plant had made it near 80. Ryou gasped.
"You think that's bad? Look at the yard," Bakura growled.
Ryou almost passed out. The entire yard and much of the garage was a sea of fat, spiky limbs. The main body of the plant was in the same place as before, except much larger. The head was certainly the scariest part. It looked like it could swallow a large tree whole.
And of course, the big black roses were growing over the entire area. Going into the backyard would be walking into a death trap. In fact, they were in a lot of danger on the porch, which had stairs leading into the backyard. There were several smaller limbs climbing around where they were standing, and Bakura had to rip one in half after he caught it trying to coil around Ryou's ankle. The limbs were a little slow moving, but if one snuck up behind you...
Ryou steadied himself with a rail, but he recoiled when a limb tip started prodding his hand. Everywhere he looked there was something growing. Even on his yami, who was battling a tiny little limb that had somehow managed to open the door.
"What are we going to do?" Ryou said a scared voice.
"I don't know... try the phone, maybe we can get the fire department or something to attack this thing..."
Ryou ran into the house and started to pick up the phone when Bakura swiftly struck it out of his hand. Ryou made a confused noise, and Bakura explained by pointing to a branch that had grown over the power line.
"It would've electrocuted you," he said, looking at the rosebush head. "It must have heard us. Damn..."
Sure enough, the phone on the floor began to crackle. Bakura ripped the phone jack out of the wall and slammed the sliding door.
Splish. Another limb mangled by the door.
Ryou sank into a chair. Bakura sat next to him with a look of anger on his face.
They were trapped in a house with a plant growing on it, and the plant did not seem to want for them escape. In fact, the plant didn't want them alive.
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MG: BUAHAHAHAHA...
George: GET IT OFFA ME!!!
MG: You ruined my hysteric laughter...
George: THE ROBOT IS ATTACKING ME!!!!
MG: ROSEBUSH!
Rosebush: (spits out AC vent)
George: Ouch.
MG: Please review! (does happy dance)
George: Yay, go reviewers! By the way, what are reviewers?
MG: I was happy to see that a certain reviewer remembered the plant was like this because it got struck by lightning... That may be important... I hope I didn't give anything away just there...
George: I could have told you that! And what's a reviewer?
MG: Do the disclaimer, George.
George: The what?
DisclaimerBot (attacks George) DOESN'T OWN YU-GI-OH DOESN'T OWN YU-GI-OH
MG: Thank you...?
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It wasn't even morning when Ryou woke up. The dim light of the clock on the stove flashed 2:06. He yawned and stretched and tried to go back to sleep, but found it was uncomfortably humid. Crawling over Bakura carefully so as not to wake him, Ryou made his way to the thermostat in the hallway. He expected 80º at least. But he was shocked to find that it read a slight 45º. Why was it so hot? He shook his hair out of his face. Maybe he was hot, like he was catching the flu or something. He didn't feel sick, though.
He toyed with the thermostat, finally getting the AC to work and watching the degrees drop to 38. It was supposed to be freezing by now. Ryou sighed and decided to see if his yami was hot, too.
"Bakura," he said, shaking him gently. "Bakura!"
"Mmph," was the response Ryou got.
"'Kura, wake up!"
"Get offa me, Pharaoh, or I'll inject you with paradichlorobenzene..."he muttered.
"It's Ryou! Wake up!"
"Hikari?" he said, finally opening his eyes.
"Yeah, listen, 'Kura, is it hot, or is it just me?"
"It's just you," he said, straightening and yawning widely. He made some chewing movements with his mouth, and then said, "Whoa, it's really hot in here."
Ryou slapped his forehead.
"Go turn the AC on," Bakura said,
"I did. Apparently, it's 38 degrees in this house, but it feels like 90!" Ryou exclaimed.
"It's a nice humidity, though. I'm used to it being like this in Egypt."
"Yeah, well I'm not, and I want you to go see if you can figure out what's wrong with the thermostat."
"Fine," he said blankly, still a little asleep. He went to the thermostat and looked at it for a few seconds.
"Well?" his hikari said.
"It's screwed," Bakura said, sitting back down on the couch. He flung himself over the rest of it so there was no room for another body. He was asleep in a few seconds.
Ryou scoffed angrily, and tried to push him over, but gave up. He decided to go sleep in his room; it might be cooler in there with less body heat. He was about to lie in bed when he tripped over something and fell on his knees.
"Rugburn..." he said absentmindedly as he inspected his knee. Then, he turned to where he had tripped. He reached out a hand and met a soft, fleshy like substance. Moving farther up, his hand touched something long and sharp, and he yelped and withdrew his hand. He gingerly reached back out. Ryou concluded that whatever he had tripped on had a fleshy, raw end, getting harder and bumpier as you went up. "Up" was toward his window, and when he looked at it, he saw it was blocked by something rather large.
His heart started beating expeditiously. He thought maybe the object obscuring his window was his yami, who could have slipped past him...
"'Kura?" he said weekly. Nothing moved. Still on the ground, he slowly reached out his hand and it landed on the fleshy part of the thing that tripped him.
It was really hot, and Ryou applied pressure to the fleshy substance while he wiped the back of his neck with the other hand.
It snapped up and coiled around his arm like a fat snake. Like when a worm stretches itself out, the thing managed to become long enough to reach all the way to his shoulder. The tip was prodding his neck, as if securing the next area to cling to.
Ryou yelled and squirmed. The limb squeezed his arm powerfully. Ryou tried to free his arm, but realized it had it too tight. The pain forced him to flip over as he struggled to get out of its grasp.
The he realized what it was, a little too late.
The rosebush. It had grown so big over the past few hours that it could stick its limbs through the windows. He had been feeling the spike when he had felt something sharp.
Ryou, still yelling, tried whacking the worm-like branch off of his left arm, which was by now numb. It squeezed tighter. The pain was so unbearable he wished the plant would just rip his arm off.
He was rescued from this and any further thoughts by Bakura, who came charging into the dark room when he heard Ryou yell. He could easily pick his way through dark areas and was soon by Ryou's side, trying to calm him down.
"AAAGGGH!" Ryou screamed, hacking at the branch some more.
He stopped when Bakura grabbed his arm and whispered hoarsely to him, "Stop moving. Let me handle this."
The limb was detached from Ryou's arm when Bakura pulled a steak knife on it. He hacked mercilessly at the part of the branch where the soft part started and the bark ended. The limb made a splish noise as it was severed in two. Juices and blood bubbled out of the end. Ryou took a long breath as the worm-like part fell off of his arm in a heap. His arm felt cold and rubbery, and when he touched it, only his fingers felt. The arm wouldn't move, either.
"'Kura..." he said softly.
"Sh-h, Ryou, let me see it," he said, surprisingly gentle. Bakura picked up the arm and pinched it. "Feel that?"
"No," Ryou said quietly.
Bakura rubbed the arm wherever he could find veins. Then he straightened out the fingers so the blood flow could return to them.
"It tingles a little bit," Ryou said, amazed at how quickly his yami could fix it.
"Yeah. What were you doing in here, anyway?" Bakura said, vengefully stabbing the upper branch with the steak knife.
"I was hot... and you took the couch... then I tripped..." he said, a little dazed as the needles ran up and down his arm. It had a cooling effect, thought, so he was thankful for the return of the blood flow.
Bakura sighed and picked Ryou up off the floor. "Fine, you have the couch, then. I'm going to go see where that thing came from."
Ryou picked his way meticulously to the couch and sat down, watching the silhouette of his yami pause at the sliding door to the porch. He opened it slightly, and then slammed it shut. Ryou heard another splish noise. Bakura cursed and stamped at something with his foot. Then, he opened the door a little bit again, this time stepping over something to get out. He shut the door behind him.
Ryou felt a shiver go up his spine. He waited for a few seconds, then dashed to the door and wrenched it open.
"Bakura..." he started to call, but a hand was clamped over his mouth.
"Why did you come out?" Bakura said, leaning over him ominously. Ryou could only mumble. "You can stay out here but you have to be quiet. It's sleeping," he growled to his hikari.
Ryou had a faint idea what was sleeping. And then, looking up, he found out why it was so hot in the house.
The rosebush had turned the house into a greenhouse. It was trapping all the heat inside. Gigantic limbs, as fat as a car, had grown on top of the roof to keep from letting any heat out. There was at least one branch in every window, and a particularly thick cluster around the AC vent. While it should have been 38 degrees inside, the plant had made it near 80. Ryou gasped.
"You think that's bad? Look at the yard," Bakura growled.
Ryou almost passed out. The entire yard and much of the garage was a sea of fat, spiky limbs. The main body of the plant was in the same place as before, except much larger. The head was certainly the scariest part. It looked like it could swallow a large tree whole.
And of course, the big black roses were growing over the entire area. Going into the backyard would be walking into a death trap. In fact, they were in a lot of danger on the porch, which had stairs leading into the backyard. There were several smaller limbs climbing around where they were standing, and Bakura had to rip one in half after he caught it trying to coil around Ryou's ankle. The limbs were a little slow moving, but if one snuck up behind you...
Ryou steadied himself with a rail, but he recoiled when a limb tip started prodding his hand. Everywhere he looked there was something growing. Even on his yami, who was battling a tiny little limb that had somehow managed to open the door.
"What are we going to do?" Ryou said a scared voice.
"I don't know... try the phone, maybe we can get the fire department or something to attack this thing..."
Ryou ran into the house and started to pick up the phone when Bakura swiftly struck it out of his hand. Ryou made a confused noise, and Bakura explained by pointing to a branch that had grown over the power line.
"It would've electrocuted you," he said, looking at the rosebush head. "It must have heard us. Damn..."
Sure enough, the phone on the floor began to crackle. Bakura ripped the phone jack out of the wall and slammed the sliding door.
Splish. Another limb mangled by the door.
Ryou sank into a chair. Bakura sat next to him with a look of anger on his face.
They were trapped in a house with a plant growing on it, and the plant did not seem to want for them escape. In fact, the plant didn't want them alive.
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MG: BUAHAHAHAHA...
George: GET IT OFFA ME!!!
MG: You ruined my hysteric laughter...
George: THE ROBOT IS ATTACKING ME!!!!
MG: ROSEBUSH!
Rosebush: (spits out AC vent)
George: Ouch.
MG: Please review! (does happy dance)