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The silence was frightening. Ryou felt liquid run down his face and onto the scratchy brown surface of the chair. Whether it was sweat of fear, he did not know. The roof creaked slightly, and Ryou's eyes met with a branch on the outside of a window. It was like a spider or a snake, just creeping and slithering along. He rubbed his left arm and scooted more to the edge of the chair.
"Bakura," he said quietly. The room seemed like a fragile box. One loud noise, and Ryou imagined the roof crashing down, the plant squeezing he and his yami to death like a boa constrictor...
"Hmm," Bakura said in a hoarse whisper. He was staring out the window.
"We have to try to leave the house. Then we can try to buy back our old apartment or something..."
Bakura shook his head no.
Ryou pleaded. "But let's just try, O.K.? I think I might get heat stroke or something if we stay in here any longer..."
"Oh, yes, little one, rather then risk that, let's try and kill us both by escaping."
"But... what else can we do?"
"Kill it, Ryou. We have to find out how to kill it."
Ryou sighed heavily. It just wouldn't die, that thing, and Bakura knew it.
"How?"
"I don't know, something! There must be a way to kill it!" he sighed angrily. "Help me look for something."
Ryou switched on the lamp beside him and followed his yami around the living room. Bakura wrenched open every drawer in the credenza, making Ryou hold random objects as he dug through the piles of things.
"Dictionary. Paper. Cards. Broken light bulb..." he muttered, throwing things over his shoulder. "Stick-ish thingy, candle, old battery with white stuff around the edges, glue gun..." He paused, then shoved a pile of papers into Ryou's hands. "Glue gun."
"Glue gun? I seriously doubt..."
"You got any better ideas?" he snapped, then sighed and through the glue gun aside.
"It's so hot..." Ryou said, sitting on the floor and dropping the papers beside him. "Can't you just send the limbs on the top of the house to the Shadow Realm?"
"No. Box, another candle, MY STAPLE REMOVER, I've been looking for this..."
"Can you send a distress signal to the neighbors?"
"None of them are up at this hour, hikari. Damn pen is stuck in the top of the drawer..."
"Can you..."
But Ryou never finished the sentence. The light that was on next to the chair flickered and died. The purr of the fridge wheeled down to silence. They could have kept cool by the fridge... but now it was too late for that. The clocks went off, the ceiling lamp froze, and Ryou was surrounded by darkness.
"Oh no..." he said, opening his eyes wide to see if they would let in any more light.
"Paper, MORE PAPER, damn, we could give the bush the world's biggest paper cut with all this... Hold this for me, hikari."
"I can't see it, 'Kura!"
Bakura then noticed the greenish-yellowish tint the room was giving off. "Oh, the lights are off..."
"Yes, and one of us happens to not be nocturnal... Oh, this is a disaster..." Ryou jumped when the roof creaked again. He tried to be optimistic, but when thunder shook the windows and rain fell, he failed to hold back a whimper. The rain beats on the plant limbs gave off an odd unfamiliar noise. Ryou took a deep breath. It was like being back in his room a few minutes ago, when he could see nothing but shadows.
"Yami, where's that candle you threw on the floor?"
"Stick your hand out to your left and go towards me a little bit."
Ryou felt the cool, honey-combed wax and grabbed the candle.
"Can you find a match while you're digging in there?"
"Hikari, feel the top of that candle and tell me why a match won't help you."
Ryou snorted. He could just tell me what was wrong, I'd be able to understand him, he thought angrily. But he sighed nonetheless when he felt the absence of a wick on the candle.
"'Kura, can you find another candle? I can't see a thing and it's really weird..."
"Soap? A highlighter, an envelope opener... Wait, hikari, take this for protection," Bakura said, taking Ryou's hand and putting the pointy metal object inside it.
"Wha?" Ryou said, startled. He then felt it and held it out in front of him like a spear. "Right, I could fight off the plant limbs with this! If I could see the plant limbs..."
Bakura laughed at the small, dull blade. "Hikari, where do you keep the streak knives? I had that one, but I stole it before you hid the rest..."
"Well... oh shoot, I guess I have to tell you... they're in that one drawer that's underneath the..."
"Stop," Bakura said, holding out his hand and shaking his head. "You have to show me. I'm not good with directions."
"I can't see where I am!"
"Do I have to do everything for you?" he sighed, and took the Millennium Ring off of his neck. He then put it around Ryou's neck, and disappeared in a flash of light. Ryou felt that cold, formidable, yet familiar feeling when his yami is inside him.
::Can you see now?:: Bakura said from inside.
::Yeah! Good grief, why is everything green?:: Ryou said, having gained Bakura's nocturnal vision. ::How weird!:: he said, rubbing his eyes.
::Seeing is weird to you, and so is not seeing...:: Bakura said with slight disgust. ::Hurry up, Ryou, I don't know how long I can let you see like this.::
::YAMI BAKURA! LOOK AT THE MESS YOU MADE!::
::I'll deal with it later, damnit! Just get those knives!::
Ryou stepped over the clutter on the floor and into the kitchen. He reached to a small door on the underside of the oven and made a move to pull it open. It creaked stubbornly but would not come.
::Ugh...:: Ryou sighed, pulling with both hands.
::Ryou, if you need an inspiration to move faster, look behind you.::
Ryou, despite his better judgement, turned around. He yelled as he saw two large plant limbs had somehow broken through the glass door and were prodding their way around the kitchen. Even though they had no eyes, the head of the rosebush could sense vibrations through the worm-like limbs, and Ryou's body was giving off quite a few of those.
::Hikari, you're such a slowpoke! Hurry up!::
::It won't come open! Hey, what... OUCH!::
He yelled as his yami took over with no warning. Forgetting Ryou had the envelope opener in his hand, he had leaned forward and cut Ryou's arm accidentally.
::BAKURA! THAT WAS MY HURT ARM!::
::Sorry, now stop yelling at me, the limbs know where we are now... Hey, you don't even have to be here anymore...::
::What exactly is that supposed to m...:: Ryou said, but his presence was flung out of Bakura and onto the hard kitchen tile.
"TELL ME BEF..." he was about to yell, but Bakura slapped a hand over his mouth. Being blinded by the darkness, Ryou struggled against the hand until he realized whose it was. He felt the Ring slide off his neck, and a voice growl "Stay."
Bakura left his blind hikari sitting on the floor and advanced toward the limbs, who were poking the ground with their fleshy tips. They sensed a body moving towards them, and grabbed wildly around like thrashing snakes. Bakura now had an idea after watching their attack pattern.
"Ryou," he whispered.
"Yes?" his hikari replied in a scared little voice that would make the sweeter of folks want to hug him.
"Make noises. The plant will get confused."
"What kind of noises?"
"I don't know, just jump up and down or something."
"I'm afraid I'll crash into that drawer if I stand up."
"You're nowhere near it."
"Do you have those knives?"
"A couple of them. Now do as I say."
Ryou started to timidly get to his feet. Bakura rolled his eyes and picked Ryou up off the floor with one hand. Ryou yelped but calmed down after his yami shushed him. Then he started jumping.
It worked. The plant limbs turned in his direction, thinking he was closer, and lashed out. Of course, stretching out gave Bakura a closer shot at the veins, and he stabbed both of his knives into the middle of one of the limbs. The branch squirmed and flopped and withdrew out onto the porch, where it came to rest in the rain. Thunder boomed again.
Ryou had stopped jumping.
Bakura was about to bark at him for not distracting the branches. But when he saw where Ryou was, he understood why he probably shouldn't make noise.
He was backed into the fridge with a strained look on his face. Sweat trickled down his cheek. Directly in front of him within touching distance was the other branch, prodding the ground, searching for the source of noise.
Bakura advanced on it slowly. If he made a sudden move the limb would lurch forward and attack his hikari. Why were these things always trying to kill his hikari?
Ryou was petrified. This was even scarier then when he had been in his room. Of course, fighting with the plant in his room he had not known that they were sensitive to sound vibrations. Now, trying to be perfectly still was horrifying. He was blind and helpless. He could sense the plant, and could hear a soft thud every time it touched the ground. If it made contact with any part of him, he would be in for it. And he couldn't even call for help. For all he knew, his yami had gone outside.
Bakura was advancing closer, his eyes not on his helpless hikari, but the limb inches away from Ryou's foot.
Ryou remembered his envelope opener. It was worth a try, and Bakura couldn't get mad at him for using it wrong if he wasn't there...
Ryou slowly brought the point up in the air. The limb felt the movement and paused momentarily.
Bakura saw what he was trying to do, but there was no guaranteeing his hikari could hit the vein in the right place. Did he even know there was a right place?
Ryou stabbed downward...
But he missed the limb by a few inches.
"RYOU BAKURA, YOU FOOL! RUN FOR IT!" Bakura yelled to him as the limb began smacking wildly about, hoping to grab something in the process.
Stunned that his yami had been there the whole time, he did not move quickly enough, and the limb found his ankle. Then he decided to run, which made his situation even worse. The limb grabbed tighter and tripped him, then decided it would slither on top of him.
Bakura was afraid he would skewer his hikari, too, if he hit the limb from the top. He decided to go at it from the side and hope it didn't move.
But underneath the limb, Ryou had gotten hold of his envelope opener and stabbed at the tip, which was seeking to go higher and wrap around his whole body. Luckily, he had hit the vein, and he winced as blood and a greenish liquid bubbled onto him.
Bakura was shocked. The limb had killed itself somehow? But then he saw his hikari crawl out from underneath it.
"Did you kill it?" Bakura said amazed.
"Yeah, I did... EWWW!" he said, trying to rub his face off.
"You actually stabbed a living thing?"
"Well, if you're mean about it, maybe I won't kill things anymore!" Ryou said angrily, looking for a dishtowel but stumbling over him yami's feet accidentally.
Bakura grabbed the scruff of his neck and held him up to eye level. "You actually stabbed it with that worthless little envelope opener I gave you? Wow, these branches are flimsier then I thought..." He dropped his hikari back on the floor, who miraculously landed on his feet. The branch on the floor slithered outside and lay still on the wet porch.
"We could just go around and kill off those branches. They would fall off the roof if we stabbed them all," Ryou said, patiently letting his yami wipe the blood off of his face and lick it.
"Yes... the one's on the roof are bigger though. And there's more of them," Bakura said absentmindedly. When all the blood off of his hikari's face was gone, he remembered he had left one of his knives inside a limb, and ran outside into the rain.
"'Kura?" Ryou said, realizing he had been left in the dark again. He sat on the floor and sighed.
Bakura grabbed his knife out of the dead branch, then stepped over broken shards of glass to go back inside. When he came into the kitchen, he saw his hikari looking excited.
"What?" he said gruffly.
"I had an idea! I know how we can find out how to kill this thing!" he said excitedly. He couldn't see his yami at all but he could smell the rain on him.
"Huh?" Bakura said, amused at how he could walk to one side of his hikari and Ryou would still be facing the other way, talking to him.
"We could find that guy who gave it to us! He could tell us how it was created, and we could find a way to counteract that!" Ryou realized his yami was behind him, and he turned to face him.
Bakura walked behind him again. "So... how are we supposed to do that if we can't leave the house...?"
"Well, what about the Millennium Ring?" Ryou said. Bakura stopped and fingered the Ring around his neck, thinking.
"That's not a bad idea. The Ring will tell me where he is, and then..."
"Oh, yes, then what..." Ryou sighed.
"I could focus on sending him to the Shadow Realm, and talk to him there."
Ryou paused. Usually he disapproved of his yami sending innocent people to the Shadow Realm, but this was an exception. This was a life or death matter.
"I suppose so."
Bakura nodded and held the Millennium Ring flat like a compass. The point farthest away from him lit up and pointed forward.
Ryou could see a dim light now, and he applauded it.
"Good! This thing will be dead in no time."
The rosebush had heard the last part of the conversation, and it did not approve of it...
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The silence was frightening. Ryou felt liquid run down his face and onto the scratchy brown surface of the chair. Whether it was sweat of fear, he did not know. The roof creaked slightly, and Ryou's eyes met with a branch on the outside of a window. It was like a spider or a snake, just creeping and slithering along. He rubbed his left arm and scooted more to the edge of the chair.
"Bakura," he said quietly. The room seemed like a fragile box. One loud noise, and Ryou imagined the roof crashing down, the plant squeezing he and his yami to death like a boa constrictor...
"Hmm," Bakura said in a hoarse whisper. He was staring out the window.
"We have to try to leave the house. Then we can try to buy back our old apartment or something..."
Bakura shook his head no.
Ryou pleaded. "But let's just try, O.K.? I think I might get heat stroke or something if we stay in here any longer..."
"Oh, yes, little one, rather then risk that, let's try and kill us both by escaping."
"But... what else can we do?"
"Kill it, Ryou. We have to find out how to kill it."
Ryou sighed heavily. It just wouldn't die, that thing, and Bakura knew it.
"How?"
"I don't know, something! There must be a way to kill it!" he sighed angrily. "Help me look for something."
Ryou switched on the lamp beside him and followed his yami around the living room. Bakura wrenched open every drawer in the credenza, making Ryou hold random objects as he dug through the piles of things.
"Dictionary. Paper. Cards. Broken light bulb..." he muttered, throwing things over his shoulder. "Stick-ish thingy, candle, old battery with white stuff around the edges, glue gun..." He paused, then shoved a pile of papers into Ryou's hands. "Glue gun."
"Glue gun? I seriously doubt..."
"You got any better ideas?" he snapped, then sighed and through the glue gun aside.
"It's so hot..." Ryou said, sitting on the floor and dropping the papers beside him. "Can't you just send the limbs on the top of the house to the Shadow Realm?"
"No. Box, another candle, MY STAPLE REMOVER, I've been looking for this..."
"Can you send a distress signal to the neighbors?"
"None of them are up at this hour, hikari. Damn pen is stuck in the top of the drawer..."
"Can you..."
But Ryou never finished the sentence. The light that was on next to the chair flickered and died. The purr of the fridge wheeled down to silence. They could have kept cool by the fridge... but now it was too late for that. The clocks went off, the ceiling lamp froze, and Ryou was surrounded by darkness.
"Oh no..." he said, opening his eyes wide to see if they would let in any more light.
"Paper, MORE PAPER, damn, we could give the bush the world's biggest paper cut with all this... Hold this for me, hikari."
"I can't see it, 'Kura!"
Bakura then noticed the greenish-yellowish tint the room was giving off. "Oh, the lights are off..."
"Yes, and one of us happens to not be nocturnal... Oh, this is a disaster..." Ryou jumped when the roof creaked again. He tried to be optimistic, but when thunder shook the windows and rain fell, he failed to hold back a whimper. The rain beats on the plant limbs gave off an odd unfamiliar noise. Ryou took a deep breath. It was like being back in his room a few minutes ago, when he could see nothing but shadows.
"Yami, where's that candle you threw on the floor?"
"Stick your hand out to your left and go towards me a little bit."
Ryou felt the cool, honey-combed wax and grabbed the candle.
"Can you find a match while you're digging in there?"
"Hikari, feel the top of that candle and tell me why a match won't help you."
Ryou snorted. He could just tell me what was wrong, I'd be able to understand him, he thought angrily. But he sighed nonetheless when he felt the absence of a wick on the candle.
"'Kura, can you find another candle? I can't see a thing and it's really weird..."
"Soap? A highlighter, an envelope opener... Wait, hikari, take this for protection," Bakura said, taking Ryou's hand and putting the pointy metal object inside it.
"Wha?" Ryou said, startled. He then felt it and held it out in front of him like a spear. "Right, I could fight off the plant limbs with this! If I could see the plant limbs..."
Bakura laughed at the small, dull blade. "Hikari, where do you keep the streak knives? I had that one, but I stole it before you hid the rest..."
"Well... oh shoot, I guess I have to tell you... they're in that one drawer that's underneath the..."
"Stop," Bakura said, holding out his hand and shaking his head. "You have to show me. I'm not good with directions."
"I can't see where I am!"
"Do I have to do everything for you?" he sighed, and took the Millennium Ring off of his neck. He then put it around Ryou's neck, and disappeared in a flash of light. Ryou felt that cold, formidable, yet familiar feeling when his yami is inside him.
::Can you see now?:: Bakura said from inside.
::Yeah! Good grief, why is everything green?:: Ryou said, having gained Bakura's nocturnal vision. ::How weird!:: he said, rubbing his eyes.
::Seeing is weird to you, and so is not seeing...:: Bakura said with slight disgust. ::Hurry up, Ryou, I don't know how long I can let you see like this.::
::YAMI BAKURA! LOOK AT THE MESS YOU MADE!::
::I'll deal with it later, damnit! Just get those knives!::
Ryou stepped over the clutter on the floor and into the kitchen. He reached to a small door on the underside of the oven and made a move to pull it open. It creaked stubbornly but would not come.
::Ugh...:: Ryou sighed, pulling with both hands.
::Ryou, if you need an inspiration to move faster, look behind you.::
Ryou, despite his better judgement, turned around. He yelled as he saw two large plant limbs had somehow broken through the glass door and were prodding their way around the kitchen. Even though they had no eyes, the head of the rosebush could sense vibrations through the worm-like limbs, and Ryou's body was giving off quite a few of those.
::Hikari, you're such a slowpoke! Hurry up!::
::It won't come open! Hey, what... OUCH!::
He yelled as his yami took over with no warning. Forgetting Ryou had the envelope opener in his hand, he had leaned forward and cut Ryou's arm accidentally.
::BAKURA! THAT WAS MY HURT ARM!::
::Sorry, now stop yelling at me, the limbs know where we are now... Hey, you don't even have to be here anymore...::
::What exactly is that supposed to m...:: Ryou said, but his presence was flung out of Bakura and onto the hard kitchen tile.
"TELL ME BEF..." he was about to yell, but Bakura slapped a hand over his mouth. Being blinded by the darkness, Ryou struggled against the hand until he realized whose it was. He felt the Ring slide off his neck, and a voice growl "Stay."
Bakura left his blind hikari sitting on the floor and advanced toward the limbs, who were poking the ground with their fleshy tips. They sensed a body moving towards them, and grabbed wildly around like thrashing snakes. Bakura now had an idea after watching their attack pattern.
"Ryou," he whispered.
"Yes?" his hikari replied in a scared little voice that would make the sweeter of folks want to hug him.
"Make noises. The plant will get confused."
"What kind of noises?"
"I don't know, just jump up and down or something."
"I'm afraid I'll crash into that drawer if I stand up."
"You're nowhere near it."
"Do you have those knives?"
"A couple of them. Now do as I say."
Ryou started to timidly get to his feet. Bakura rolled his eyes and picked Ryou up off the floor with one hand. Ryou yelped but calmed down after his yami shushed him. Then he started jumping.
It worked. The plant limbs turned in his direction, thinking he was closer, and lashed out. Of course, stretching out gave Bakura a closer shot at the veins, and he stabbed both of his knives into the middle of one of the limbs. The branch squirmed and flopped and withdrew out onto the porch, where it came to rest in the rain. Thunder boomed again.
Ryou had stopped jumping.
Bakura was about to bark at him for not distracting the branches. But when he saw where Ryou was, he understood why he probably shouldn't make noise.
He was backed into the fridge with a strained look on his face. Sweat trickled down his cheek. Directly in front of him within touching distance was the other branch, prodding the ground, searching for the source of noise.
Bakura advanced on it slowly. If he made a sudden move the limb would lurch forward and attack his hikari. Why were these things always trying to kill his hikari?
Ryou was petrified. This was even scarier then when he had been in his room. Of course, fighting with the plant in his room he had not known that they were sensitive to sound vibrations. Now, trying to be perfectly still was horrifying. He was blind and helpless. He could sense the plant, and could hear a soft thud every time it touched the ground. If it made contact with any part of him, he would be in for it. And he couldn't even call for help. For all he knew, his yami had gone outside.
Bakura was advancing closer, his eyes not on his helpless hikari, but the limb inches away from Ryou's foot.
Ryou remembered his envelope opener. It was worth a try, and Bakura couldn't get mad at him for using it wrong if he wasn't there...
Ryou slowly brought the point up in the air. The limb felt the movement and paused momentarily.
Bakura saw what he was trying to do, but there was no guaranteeing his hikari could hit the vein in the right place. Did he even know there was a right place?
Ryou stabbed downward...
But he missed the limb by a few inches.
"RYOU BAKURA, YOU FOOL! RUN FOR IT!" Bakura yelled to him as the limb began smacking wildly about, hoping to grab something in the process.
Stunned that his yami had been there the whole time, he did not move quickly enough, and the limb found his ankle. Then he decided to run, which made his situation even worse. The limb grabbed tighter and tripped him, then decided it would slither on top of him.
Bakura was afraid he would skewer his hikari, too, if he hit the limb from the top. He decided to go at it from the side and hope it didn't move.
But underneath the limb, Ryou had gotten hold of his envelope opener and stabbed at the tip, which was seeking to go higher and wrap around his whole body. Luckily, he had hit the vein, and he winced as blood and a greenish liquid bubbled onto him.
Bakura was shocked. The limb had killed itself somehow? But then he saw his hikari crawl out from underneath it.
"Did you kill it?" Bakura said amazed.
"Yeah, I did... EWWW!" he said, trying to rub his face off.
"You actually stabbed a living thing?"
"Well, if you're mean about it, maybe I won't kill things anymore!" Ryou said angrily, looking for a dishtowel but stumbling over him yami's feet accidentally.
Bakura grabbed the scruff of his neck and held him up to eye level. "You actually stabbed it with that worthless little envelope opener I gave you? Wow, these branches are flimsier then I thought..." He dropped his hikari back on the floor, who miraculously landed on his feet. The branch on the floor slithered outside and lay still on the wet porch.
"We could just go around and kill off those branches. They would fall off the roof if we stabbed them all," Ryou said, patiently letting his yami wipe the blood off of his face and lick it.
"Yes... the one's on the roof are bigger though. And there's more of them," Bakura said absentmindedly. When all the blood off of his hikari's face was gone, he remembered he had left one of his knives inside a limb, and ran outside into the rain.
"'Kura?" Ryou said, realizing he had been left in the dark again. He sat on the floor and sighed.
Bakura grabbed his knife out of the dead branch, then stepped over broken shards of glass to go back inside. When he came into the kitchen, he saw his hikari looking excited.
"What?" he said gruffly.
"I had an idea! I know how we can find out how to kill this thing!" he said excitedly. He couldn't see his yami at all but he could smell the rain on him.
"Huh?" Bakura said, amused at how he could walk to one side of his hikari and Ryou would still be facing the other way, talking to him.
"We could find that guy who gave it to us! He could tell us how it was created, and we could find a way to counteract that!" Ryou realized his yami was behind him, and he turned to face him.
Bakura walked behind him again. "So... how are we supposed to do that if we can't leave the house...?"
"Well, what about the Millennium Ring?" Ryou said. Bakura stopped and fingered the Ring around his neck, thinking.
"That's not a bad idea. The Ring will tell me where he is, and then..."
"Oh, yes, then what..." Ryou sighed.
"I could focus on sending him to the Shadow Realm, and talk to him there."
Ryou paused. Usually he disapproved of his yami sending innocent people to the Shadow Realm, but this was an exception. This was a life or death matter.
"I suppose so."
Bakura nodded and held the Millennium Ring flat like a compass. The point farthest away from him lit up and pointed forward.
Ryou could see a dim light now, and he applauded it.
"Good! This thing will be dead in no time."
The rosebush had heard the last part of the conversation, and it did not approve of it...
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