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"Can you see him?"
"QUIET, hikari, let me concentrate..."
Bakura and Ryou were sitting on the living room floor in the dim light of the Millennium Ring. Ryou's pupils had grown to a large size from trying to catch as much light as possible. Bakura wiped sweat from his face as he shut his eyes and let the Ring guide him to George's soul.
"How about now?"
"SH-H!!" Bakura snapped, squeezing his eyes. When the glowing point on the Ring faded and dropped to the floor, Ryou's eyes met angry an angry Bakura for a split second before the light went out completely.
"Hikari," the shadow said with forced calmness, "why don't you go wait somewhere else?"
"But..." Ryou protested, but Bakura stood up and grabbed his arm. He dragged Ryou to the kitchen and set him by the broken glass shards of the sliding door.
"If you move, you'll spear yourself, so don't try to follow me back," Bakura growled, and walked back to living room. He sat on the couch and focused on finding the man in silence.
Ryou whimpered slightly. He was stuck sitting cross-legged among a pile of glass in the dark with a demon plant just outside. The perfect scenario for fear... He hunched his shoulders against the rain splattering against his back, the porch, and the slithering plant limbs.
Bakura, meanwhile, was just in grasp of finding him. His soul moved with the point of the Ring, and they became one as they directed themselves over thousands of faceless bodies. His sight was gone, along with his hearing and taste, but he could smell the flesh of the bodies and could feel them as well. He reached out a shadow and felt warmth. Withdrawing, Bakura glided to another area and sniffed. The Ring moved him forward, and he felt the presence of a soul he was searching for. The shadows told him this was the man with the plant. Bakura's essence engulfed the soul and stopped the body from moving. He felt around for the man, and touched his soul with a shadow. Then he promptly sent him to the Shadow Realm before the man could squeeze away.
To George, this whole process felt like an invisible cloak being draped around himself, and something cold and indescribable in a place where it should not be lurking. Then he was in darkness.
Bakura lit up the graveyard, his little slice of the Shadow Realm, with the Millennium Ring. George staggered upwards and faced the man before him.
"Who... where..." George stuttered.
"Tell me, mortal, are you the one who sold my... brother... a rosebush?" Bakura said, deciding not to confuse the man with words like 'hikari'.
George remembered this man now. "You seriously aren't considering buying the stupid thing?" he had said. This man, in this graveyard, wherever it was, had figured out the rosebush was evil... maybe it had killed his brother...George decided to play it safe and not admit to giving him the rosebush.
"No, I don't know what you're talking about," he said, shivering a little.
Big mistake to lie.
"Fool," Bakura said quietly, but he moved forward and grabbed George by the collar with great force. "I said," he growled, picking George up to eye level, "did you give my brother a rosebush?"
"N-no..."
"FOOLISH MORTAL!" Bakura roared, throwing him down on the ground. "For deceiving me, you shall never see the light of day again... But not before I ask something of you..."
George was shaking. The man must have recognized him. But why was he acting like such a lunatic? Where were they, anyway?
George got the courage to speak up. "I was just walking down the street a second ago... where am I now? What do you want with me?"
Bakura laughed insanely. "Where are we? Feh, you shall see soon... Tell me, mortal, where did this plant come from?"
"Stop calling me mortal... my name is George."
"SILENCE."
George jumped a little. This guy was dead serious.
"Answer my question."
"I bought the rosebush at a plant sale."
"Is that so? Just a regular plant sale?" Bakura said, trying to hide his surprise. He had been expecting somewhere dastardly...
"Can I go now?"
Bakura's glare was enough to silence him again. George figured it was best not to talk unless he was asked to.
"What made it this way?"
"What...?"
"The plant, you dolt!" he barked. "Mortals are such idiots..."
"Well... it was struck by lightning in a storm," George said shakily.
"Lightning?" Bakura said curiously.
"Yeah, everything in my garden got hit... everything died but that stupid bush..." George said timidly, pausing and expecting the man to silence him.
But Bakura was interested. "It was created by lightning..." he mumbled. Lightning. Something to undo the damage done by lightning. That's what he needed to find out.
"Thank you," Bakura said, stepping back a ways. "You have been of much help."
"Um... I'm glad I could... help." George found it difficult to move his arms and legs as he tried to stand up. Something was keeping him down.
"Why did you give us the bush, George?" Bakura said evilly. He was smiling at something, but George couldn't tell what.
"It was a damned bush. It killed my wife."
"Shame..."
"Did it kill your brother?"
Bakura's smirk fell off his face. He decided he would not give this mortal the satisfaction of an answer. Instead, he watched as shadows ran up and down George's arms.
"W-what's happening? Can I leave now, please?" he said, struggling once again to free himself.
Bakura smiled.
The shadows screeched and attacked George. Bakura, of course, was happy watching souls being devoured by the Shadow Realm, and had no reason to keep George alive. Better yet, he had no reason not to kill him. Bakura was smiling evilly and feeling some power flood into him from George's life force.
George did, however, mange to say something before he was dragged away completely.
"I'm sorry it killed your brother..."
Bakura stopped smiling again. George disappeared into darkness. He growled and spat at where the George had stood moments before.
"'I'm sorry it killed you brother...' Feh. The fool thought my hikari was dead!" Bakura said to himself as he returned out of the shadows and into the dark living room. He sniffed the air, expecting Ryou's scent, but nothing of the sort reached him. He walked to the kitchen, and was stunned to see that Ryou had moved.
He whipped around to see is he had crawled to another spot in the kitchen, but he wasn't there. Bakura sniffed again. His hikari wasn't even in the house.
That could only mean...
The strong scent of blood that usually turned him on now just made him nervous. He looked down and saw a dark colored streak where Ryou had been sitting. It ran like a snail's track out onto the porch and down the steps...
Thunder clapped, and Bakura stared at the blood trail until it was washed away by the rain. His hikari, possibly wounded by the glass, had gone onto the death trap of a lawn...
Or maybe he hadn't been hurt by just the glass. Maybe he hadn't, out of his own free will, gone down the steps...
Bakura ran out onto the porch. He whacked aside a large limb and flew down the steps. When he lifted his head, his eyes met an unusual sight. The rosebush was a big mess of rubbery, squirming limbs, spikes, leaves, and black roses. And lots of blood. The scent of so much in one place was driving Bakura crazy, but he remained focused.
"RYOU?" he called. His call was met by the rosebush head, which slowly turned upwards in the center of the bush. The mouth opened and the tongue lolled out, like it was content and carefree. Then, almost in a mocking way, the rosebush seemed to smile at Bakura.
Bakura growled at it. The plant shifted and shook itself a little, sending petals flying everywhere. Bakura backed a little away out of striking distance form some of the larger limbs. The plant, however, did not seem to want to hurt him. It shook itself and relaxed.
It was trying its best to make Bakura angry, and it succeeded.
"STUPID PLANT!" he growled, but the head ignored him. He suddenly realized something, but he hoped he was wrong... "YOU KNOW WHERE HIS IS, DON'T YOU!"
The plant turned its head to look at him, as if to say, "Who?"
"MY HIKARI, YOU DEMON!" he yelled.
The head 'smiled'. It writhed and shifted a little bit, and finally settled to where it wanted to.
A limb came up out of the tangle.
And that limb was holding Ryou.
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MG: OH NO!!!!!!
George: x-x
MG: I don't know what made me do that, but... OH NO!!!!!
George: x-x
DisclaimerBot 2.0: ï
George: So... if they didn't review, you wouldn't write?
MG: Well... if no one had reviewed, I wouldn't write another chapter, 'cause I'd think they had hated it, so yeah, I wouldn't write.
George: Hey... you reviewers... how much d'you want if I pay you not to come back...
MG: GET IN THE STORY, NOW, GEORGE! Honestly, giving my readers bad ideas...
DisclaimerBot: Ho-ig-uy nwo t'nseod GM.
MG: OMG! DisclaimerBot actually did the disclaimer right! Even though it was backwards... Good enough?
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"Can you see him?"
"QUIET, hikari, let me concentrate..."
Bakura and Ryou were sitting on the living room floor in the dim light of the Millennium Ring. Ryou's pupils had grown to a large size from trying to catch as much light as possible. Bakura wiped sweat from his face as he shut his eyes and let the Ring guide him to George's soul.
"How about now?"
"SH-H!!" Bakura snapped, squeezing his eyes. When the glowing point on the Ring faded and dropped to the floor, Ryou's eyes met angry an angry Bakura for a split second before the light went out completely.
"Hikari," the shadow said with forced calmness, "why don't you go wait somewhere else?"
"But..." Ryou protested, but Bakura stood up and grabbed his arm. He dragged Ryou to the kitchen and set him by the broken glass shards of the sliding door.
"If you move, you'll spear yourself, so don't try to follow me back," Bakura growled, and walked back to living room. He sat on the couch and focused on finding the man in silence.
Ryou whimpered slightly. He was stuck sitting cross-legged among a pile of glass in the dark with a demon plant just outside. The perfect scenario for fear... He hunched his shoulders against the rain splattering against his back, the porch, and the slithering plant limbs.
Bakura, meanwhile, was just in grasp of finding him. His soul moved with the point of the Ring, and they became one as they directed themselves over thousands of faceless bodies. His sight was gone, along with his hearing and taste, but he could smell the flesh of the bodies and could feel them as well. He reached out a shadow and felt warmth. Withdrawing, Bakura glided to another area and sniffed. The Ring moved him forward, and he felt the presence of a soul he was searching for. The shadows told him this was the man with the plant. Bakura's essence engulfed the soul and stopped the body from moving. He felt around for the man, and touched his soul with a shadow. Then he promptly sent him to the Shadow Realm before the man could squeeze away.
To George, this whole process felt like an invisible cloak being draped around himself, and something cold and indescribable in a place where it should not be lurking. Then he was in darkness.
Bakura lit up the graveyard, his little slice of the Shadow Realm, with the Millennium Ring. George staggered upwards and faced the man before him.
"Who... where..." George stuttered.
"Tell me, mortal, are you the one who sold my... brother... a rosebush?" Bakura said, deciding not to confuse the man with words like 'hikari'.
George remembered this man now. "You seriously aren't considering buying the stupid thing?" he had said. This man, in this graveyard, wherever it was, had figured out the rosebush was evil... maybe it had killed his brother...George decided to play it safe and not admit to giving him the rosebush.
"No, I don't know what you're talking about," he said, shivering a little.
Big mistake to lie.
"Fool," Bakura said quietly, but he moved forward and grabbed George by the collar with great force. "I said," he growled, picking George up to eye level, "did you give my brother a rosebush?"
"N-no..."
"FOOLISH MORTAL!" Bakura roared, throwing him down on the ground. "For deceiving me, you shall never see the light of day again... But not before I ask something of you..."
George was shaking. The man must have recognized him. But why was he acting like such a lunatic? Where were they, anyway?
George got the courage to speak up. "I was just walking down the street a second ago... where am I now? What do you want with me?"
Bakura laughed insanely. "Where are we? Feh, you shall see soon... Tell me, mortal, where did this plant come from?"
"Stop calling me mortal... my name is George."
"SILENCE."
George jumped a little. This guy was dead serious.
"Answer my question."
"I bought the rosebush at a plant sale."
"Is that so? Just a regular plant sale?" Bakura said, trying to hide his surprise. He had been expecting somewhere dastardly...
"Can I go now?"
Bakura's glare was enough to silence him again. George figured it was best not to talk unless he was asked to.
"What made it this way?"
"What...?"
"The plant, you dolt!" he barked. "Mortals are such idiots..."
"Well... it was struck by lightning in a storm," George said shakily.
"Lightning?" Bakura said curiously.
"Yeah, everything in my garden got hit... everything died but that stupid bush..." George said timidly, pausing and expecting the man to silence him.
But Bakura was interested. "It was created by lightning..." he mumbled. Lightning. Something to undo the damage done by lightning. That's what he needed to find out.
"Thank you," Bakura said, stepping back a ways. "You have been of much help."
"Um... I'm glad I could... help." George found it difficult to move his arms and legs as he tried to stand up. Something was keeping him down.
"Why did you give us the bush, George?" Bakura said evilly. He was smiling at something, but George couldn't tell what.
"It was a damned bush. It killed my wife."
"Shame..."
"Did it kill your brother?"
Bakura's smirk fell off his face. He decided he would not give this mortal the satisfaction of an answer. Instead, he watched as shadows ran up and down George's arms.
"W-what's happening? Can I leave now, please?" he said, struggling once again to free himself.
Bakura smiled.
The shadows screeched and attacked George. Bakura, of course, was happy watching souls being devoured by the Shadow Realm, and had no reason to keep George alive. Better yet, he had no reason not to kill him. Bakura was smiling evilly and feeling some power flood into him from George's life force.
George did, however, mange to say something before he was dragged away completely.
"I'm sorry it killed your brother..."
Bakura stopped smiling again. George disappeared into darkness. He growled and spat at where the George had stood moments before.
"'I'm sorry it killed you brother...' Feh. The fool thought my hikari was dead!" Bakura said to himself as he returned out of the shadows and into the dark living room. He sniffed the air, expecting Ryou's scent, but nothing of the sort reached him. He walked to the kitchen, and was stunned to see that Ryou had moved.
He whipped around to see is he had crawled to another spot in the kitchen, but he wasn't there. Bakura sniffed again. His hikari wasn't even in the house.
That could only mean...
The strong scent of blood that usually turned him on now just made him nervous. He looked down and saw a dark colored streak where Ryou had been sitting. It ran like a snail's track out onto the porch and down the steps...
Thunder clapped, and Bakura stared at the blood trail until it was washed away by the rain. His hikari, possibly wounded by the glass, had gone onto the death trap of a lawn...
Or maybe he hadn't been hurt by just the glass. Maybe he hadn't, out of his own free will, gone down the steps...
Bakura ran out onto the porch. He whacked aside a large limb and flew down the steps. When he lifted his head, his eyes met an unusual sight. The rosebush was a big mess of rubbery, squirming limbs, spikes, leaves, and black roses. And lots of blood. The scent of so much in one place was driving Bakura crazy, but he remained focused.
"RYOU?" he called. His call was met by the rosebush head, which slowly turned upwards in the center of the bush. The mouth opened and the tongue lolled out, like it was content and carefree. Then, almost in a mocking way, the rosebush seemed to smile at Bakura.
Bakura growled at it. The plant shifted and shook itself a little, sending petals flying everywhere. Bakura backed a little away out of striking distance form some of the larger limbs. The plant, however, did not seem to want to hurt him. It shook itself and relaxed.
It was trying its best to make Bakura angry, and it succeeded.
"STUPID PLANT!" he growled, but the head ignored him. He suddenly realized something, but he hoped he was wrong... "YOU KNOW WHERE HIS IS, DON'T YOU!"
The plant turned its head to look at him, as if to say, "Who?"
"MY HIKARI, YOU DEMON!" he yelled.
The head 'smiled'. It writhed and shifted a little bit, and finally settled to where it wanted to.
A limb came up out of the tangle.
And that limb was holding Ryou.
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MG: OH NO!!!!!!
George: x-x
MG: I don't know what made me do that, but... OH NO!!!!!
George: x-x
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