MG: Aah, sorry for the long-time-no-update... I've been really busy... But I'm back and so is the story! WOOt!
DisclaimerBot: ...
MG: Yeesh, it's all rusted... Well, I don't own Yu-gi-oh.
DisclaimerBot: (creaks) (tilts) (makes odd noises) (collapses into a heap) (sets on fire)
MG: oO
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Bakura felt his mind freeze momentarily. The rosebush had Ryou... in a worse condition then normal...
Ryou's eyes were partially opened. He moved them with what looked like great difficulty and immense pain to focus their pinpoint pupils on Bakura. Then he issued two syllables before the lids fell on his eyes.
"'Kura..."
And then he was still. It was difficult to tell whether he was still alive or not.
Bakura was horrified. He looked from his hikari to the plant's demonic head, which was 'smiling' again sinisterly. The branch holding Ryou slithered back into the mass of branches before Bakura could do anything.
Now how was he supposed to free his hikari? He could smell blood, but it was mingled with so many other scents from the rosebush... He also smelled...
His own blood...
He jumped up to find that one of the branches had snuck up behind him and stabbed him in the back. He winced slightly but the thorns were not as large as those on other branches. Bakura leapt part of the way up the stairs, drawing a steak knife from inside his jacket, and lunging upon the foe. He struck the branch in the vein and it writhed and squirmed as the head shook itself slightly.
Bakura found his thought returning to him. If he could kill this rosebush, then he could save Ryou... there was no other way.
If he wasn't already dead.
Bakura was pulled sharply out of his thoughts when a branch slammed itself down brutally where Bakura had been moments before. He leapt like a shadow onto the porch railing, his knife held like a sword in front of him.
The plant was keen to kill Bakura before he could do any more damage. It ruthlessly sent a cascade of blows, on after another, onto the railing, smashing it to pieces but completely missing the target, which had made a smooth escape to the ground.
But there was no ground, as Bakura soon came to realize. The lawn was completely occupied by the branches, which did not appreciate the thing standing on them. Bakura climbed his way over the attacking limbs and looked around desperately for a place out of reach of the plant.
He spotted a patch of lawn behind the garage. It ran far behind, so the plant wouldn't be able to stick a limb back inside it. He sprinted across to this patch and didn't stop until he was as far back as he could go. He could hear the plant still, though, and could tell it was furious...
Lightning. Made by lightning. Something to counter that...
Ryou would know... and every second he wasted back here thinking, Ryou could be suffocating...
Trying to control the panic, he thought to himself. Water, maybe? No... Fire? Perhaps...
But what about... destroying it the way it was made...
That may work. If it was tolerant to lightning once, another dose of it may counter the makings inside the monster and destroy it from the inside out.
To his luck, he realized once again that there was rain drizzling off and on, and thunder booming distantly. He needed it to come closer... No lightning would strike if the storm was that far away. Bakura couldn't control the weather, but he may be able to control the plant until the storm came overhead.
He formulated a plan. Bakura would keep the rosebush busy, maybe even come across Ryou, until he could be sure the lightning would strike. Then, he would find a conductor and lodge it into the plant somehow. And then wait. It seemed so flawed, but it was his only chance.
"Phase one," he whispered solemnly under his breath. Then he ran back out into the yard. The head was distracted with a bird that had unwisely flown overhead. Bakura took this opportune to seize a rock beside him. Now it was time to play 'Feed the Rosebush.'
He threw the rock, but instead of having the tongue flick out at it like a fly or the head to swallow it in mid air, the rosebush didn't see it coming and the rock hit it squarely in the back of the head. It paused and shook itself before wheeling around to see what had just happened. Bakura, now armed with his steak knife again, shouted, "HEY, YOU BIG UGLY... PLANT THING!" The proper insult was hard to find.
But that didn't matter. The plant got angry all the same, and dozens of fat, snake-like limbs reered into the air, ready to strike. Bakura hoped that the one clutching Ryou had either dropped him or lessened its lethal squeeze...
He almost dropped the streak knife when a particularly loud crash of thunder rattled across the sky and a streak of silent lightning forked against the black.
"Perfect," Bakura muttered, and this time he wasn't sarcastic.
He leapt into action and began to climb the mountainous plant. The steak knife found its way into the nearest limb, and the bush retaliated by swinging the poised limbs at him. He jumped over them and struck again, the juices mingling with the blood and rain. All this liquid was not good when climbing, as Bakura discovered when he lost his grip on the plant and tumbled down several feet. He shook his head, got up, and stabbed the limb again, dodging a swinging branch. Bakura then discovered that the spikes made good foot holes, but he would need extra support for his hands in a less pointy form.
He jabbed the steak knife in a limb, and actually felt the tongue make contact with his ankle, but it slipped off. He tried to use the knife as a support, but it slid out with a loud squelch. Then, he tried again, and found that if he stabbed the limb at an angle, the knife held. He made quick progress this way, and was nearing the head when he realized he had forgotten his conductor.
It was too late to go back now. He would have to find another way...
The head was thrashing about meaninglessly as it tried to shake Bakura off. He would either dodge or slash the tips off anything that came his way, so the plant was defenseless. He was also a swift climber, and to the plant, it was like having an insect crawl up your side.
An insect with a steak knife.
Thunder cracked again, and the white hot lightning came seconds after, which meant the storm was almost overhead. Bakura needed something, and quick. Clinging to a steak knife jutting out of the thrashing plant's head while kicking at the tongue whenever it lapped around the side, he wasn't going to last much longer. Bakura was becoming desperate. The same sensation would occur if you were being thrashed around very quickly and wished for nothing more then for it to stop. It was only his adrenaline clinging to the steak knife now.
The storm would pass if he didn't do something now...
With a last bit of strength, he pushed himself on top of the head, grabbed the tongue when it came thrashing back upwards, lodged the steak knife in it, and threw it up in the air.
There was about one second between his release from the tongue when lightning flashed. It passed through the steak knife and sent 100,000,000 volts of electricity nine times hotter then the surface of the sun into the rosebush.
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MG: Meh, sorry this chapter was so action-ey and kinda boring...
Bakura: (twitches)
MG: But lightning is EVIL! Beautiful to watch but EVIL! Always remember to not stand in an open field, under a lone tree, in the water, or near a small hilltop, wire fence, or isolated shack!
Bakura: (twitches) And most certainly not on a giant mutant rosebush with a steak knife in your hand! Or if you are a giant mutant rosebush,, make sure a steak knife doesn't get lodged into your tongue!
MG: Thank you for reading Stupid Safety Facts with MG and Bakura! Please review and come back next chapter! I hope the next one will be better...
Bakura: (twitches) Ha! Hahahaha!
DisclaimerBot: ...
MG: Yeesh, it's all rusted... Well, I don't own Yu-gi-oh.
DisclaimerBot: (creaks) (tilts) (makes odd noises) (collapses into a heap) (sets on fire)
MG: oO
.............................................................
Bakura felt his mind freeze momentarily. The rosebush had Ryou... in a worse condition then normal...
Ryou's eyes were partially opened. He moved them with what looked like great difficulty and immense pain to focus their pinpoint pupils on Bakura. Then he issued two syllables before the lids fell on his eyes.
"'Kura..."
And then he was still. It was difficult to tell whether he was still alive or not.
Bakura was horrified. He looked from his hikari to the plant's demonic head, which was 'smiling' again sinisterly. The branch holding Ryou slithered back into the mass of branches before Bakura could do anything.
Now how was he supposed to free his hikari? He could smell blood, but it was mingled with so many other scents from the rosebush... He also smelled...
His own blood...
He jumped up to find that one of the branches had snuck up behind him and stabbed him in the back. He winced slightly but the thorns were not as large as those on other branches. Bakura leapt part of the way up the stairs, drawing a steak knife from inside his jacket, and lunging upon the foe. He struck the branch in the vein and it writhed and squirmed as the head shook itself slightly.
Bakura found his thought returning to him. If he could kill this rosebush, then he could save Ryou... there was no other way.
If he wasn't already dead.
Bakura was pulled sharply out of his thoughts when a branch slammed itself down brutally where Bakura had been moments before. He leapt like a shadow onto the porch railing, his knife held like a sword in front of him.
The plant was keen to kill Bakura before he could do any more damage. It ruthlessly sent a cascade of blows, on after another, onto the railing, smashing it to pieces but completely missing the target, which had made a smooth escape to the ground.
But there was no ground, as Bakura soon came to realize. The lawn was completely occupied by the branches, which did not appreciate the thing standing on them. Bakura climbed his way over the attacking limbs and looked around desperately for a place out of reach of the plant.
He spotted a patch of lawn behind the garage. It ran far behind, so the plant wouldn't be able to stick a limb back inside it. He sprinted across to this patch and didn't stop until he was as far back as he could go. He could hear the plant still, though, and could tell it was furious...
Lightning. Made by lightning. Something to counter that...
Ryou would know... and every second he wasted back here thinking, Ryou could be suffocating...
Trying to control the panic, he thought to himself. Water, maybe? No... Fire? Perhaps...
But what about... destroying it the way it was made...
That may work. If it was tolerant to lightning once, another dose of it may counter the makings inside the monster and destroy it from the inside out.
To his luck, he realized once again that there was rain drizzling off and on, and thunder booming distantly. He needed it to come closer... No lightning would strike if the storm was that far away. Bakura couldn't control the weather, but he may be able to control the plant until the storm came overhead.
He formulated a plan. Bakura would keep the rosebush busy, maybe even come across Ryou, until he could be sure the lightning would strike. Then, he would find a conductor and lodge it into the plant somehow. And then wait. It seemed so flawed, but it was his only chance.
"Phase one," he whispered solemnly under his breath. Then he ran back out into the yard. The head was distracted with a bird that had unwisely flown overhead. Bakura took this opportune to seize a rock beside him. Now it was time to play 'Feed the Rosebush.'
He threw the rock, but instead of having the tongue flick out at it like a fly or the head to swallow it in mid air, the rosebush didn't see it coming and the rock hit it squarely in the back of the head. It paused and shook itself before wheeling around to see what had just happened. Bakura, now armed with his steak knife again, shouted, "HEY, YOU BIG UGLY... PLANT THING!" The proper insult was hard to find.
But that didn't matter. The plant got angry all the same, and dozens of fat, snake-like limbs reered into the air, ready to strike. Bakura hoped that the one clutching Ryou had either dropped him or lessened its lethal squeeze...
He almost dropped the streak knife when a particularly loud crash of thunder rattled across the sky and a streak of silent lightning forked against the black.
"Perfect," Bakura muttered, and this time he wasn't sarcastic.
He leapt into action and began to climb the mountainous plant. The steak knife found its way into the nearest limb, and the bush retaliated by swinging the poised limbs at him. He jumped over them and struck again, the juices mingling with the blood and rain. All this liquid was not good when climbing, as Bakura discovered when he lost his grip on the plant and tumbled down several feet. He shook his head, got up, and stabbed the limb again, dodging a swinging branch. Bakura then discovered that the spikes made good foot holes, but he would need extra support for his hands in a less pointy form.
He jabbed the steak knife in a limb, and actually felt the tongue make contact with his ankle, but it slipped off. He tried to use the knife as a support, but it slid out with a loud squelch. Then, he tried again, and found that if he stabbed the limb at an angle, the knife held. He made quick progress this way, and was nearing the head when he realized he had forgotten his conductor.
It was too late to go back now. He would have to find another way...
The head was thrashing about meaninglessly as it tried to shake Bakura off. He would either dodge or slash the tips off anything that came his way, so the plant was defenseless. He was also a swift climber, and to the plant, it was like having an insect crawl up your side.
An insect with a steak knife.
Thunder cracked again, and the white hot lightning came seconds after, which meant the storm was almost overhead. Bakura needed something, and quick. Clinging to a steak knife jutting out of the thrashing plant's head while kicking at the tongue whenever it lapped around the side, he wasn't going to last much longer. Bakura was becoming desperate. The same sensation would occur if you were being thrashed around very quickly and wished for nothing more then for it to stop. It was only his adrenaline clinging to the steak knife now.
The storm would pass if he didn't do something now...
With a last bit of strength, he pushed himself on top of the head, grabbed the tongue when it came thrashing back upwards, lodged the steak knife in it, and threw it up in the air.
There was about one second between his release from the tongue when lightning flashed. It passed through the steak knife and sent 100,000,000 volts of electricity nine times hotter then the surface of the sun into the rosebush.
.............................................
MG: Meh, sorry this chapter was so action-ey and kinda boring...
Bakura: (twitches)
MG: But lightning is EVIL! Beautiful to watch but EVIL! Always remember to not stand in an open field, under a lone tree, in the water, or near a small hilltop, wire fence, or isolated shack!
Bakura: (twitches) And most certainly not on a giant mutant rosebush with a steak knife in your hand! Or if you are a giant mutant rosebush,, make sure a steak knife doesn't get lodged into your tongue!
MG: Thank you for reading Stupid Safety Facts with MG and Bakura! Please review and come back next chapter! I hope the next one will be better...
Bakura: (twitches) Ha! Hahahaha!