7/15/04 Hm....for those a you who don't remember what has happened in the story so far, maybe you should reread it, because I'm adding some new characters and bringing back a few from the other chapters if I remember them properly.
Hello..........I am so very sorry fer not updating. For.......about two or three months?
Disclaimer: Do you want a disclaimer? You can't handle a disclaimer! Heh. Take one please. hands reader bucket full of slips of paper
I am updating because my friend thinks the story is interesting and has put ideas into the scrawny wrinkly thing in my head called a brain to some, but a mess to me. Oh...I am quite unsure and unwilling to know about Bakura's deck. Who cares what cards he has? I may not know what they look like, so I can't describe them! Hm.....
Here is chaptet six. Yes. Chaptet. Not chapter. Uh...since I am so sure that no one reads my stories or reviews them -hint hint-(XXthough you shouldXX), I shall continue just for the sake of.........humanity?
Chapter six: Not a gurl
"Start talking Naraku!" growled Inuyasha as he too noticed, and drew out Tetsusaiga...
Way above their puny heads floated Baboo-naku, on a gnarling and twisting branches. He held Bakura by the heel of his shoe. He appeared to be floating because of the way the baboon fur billowed so dramatically. And a fluffy pink bunny scampered by...
"Eh? Wait a minute," replied Baboo-naku. "Am I seeing two Inuyashas? Hey! Inuyasha! Why'd you cut your hair so? And why are you garbed in such awkward and ugly clothes? And you, second Inuyasha: What's with that butterfly sitting on your head? Is it the start of some new fashion?.......maybe I should get one for my hair too.....heh-heh."
"Why would I be wearing such unfashionable clothes?!" shouted Inuyasha. "These blood soaked garments are the latest in fashion these days! I wouldn't be caught dead wearing such clean and unrefined clothes!"
"I am not an inuyasha!" shouted Bakura, infuriated at being mistaken for everything but a demonic and evil creature. First he was mistaken for a girl, now an inuyasha? What next? Was he going to be called a purple- spotted pink elephant? Feh! And what was wrong with the way he dressed? So the jacket was a bit torn from the forest and the ends billowed out dramatically every now and then. His jacket didn't do that as much as Kaiba's did!
"Drop the girl, Naraku!" Kagome hollered as she drew an arrow across her bowstring.
"Girl?" said Baboo-naku. "Ah, yes. I see. This scrawny, puny creature must be a girl."
"Whadidya say?!"
"Since this girl seems to mean so much to you, I shall hold her hostage!" shouted Baboo-naku triumphantly ignoring Bakura's comment. "You shall give me your sword Tetsusaiga, in return for this girl..."
And that was the moment Bakura's shoe chose to let go of his sock, which in a stream of events lead to the fall of Bakura. I mean the literal fall of Bakura. You know. Like a fall from a ten story high tree.
"Sh!t!"
"...and as you bow down before me in an unceremonious way begging for forgiveness while handing me the swor--" And thus did Baboo-naku notice that he held a shoe, and only a shoe in his hand. "Where'd the--"
Whoosh! And a glash of wind smwoushed through the air breaking Bakura...I meant breaking his fall.
A/N: So there's no such word as a glash or a smwoushed...but I needed words powerful enough to transfer my thoughts and my vocabulary just does not cut it! Humph...making up words on the second isn't wrong, or right exactly....it's left.
"Narakiraru! Er! Nabaku!" Kagura appeared to Baboo-naku's left on her giant floating feather, flying about haphazardly. "You almost killed yer hosterge! hic Aha! Hee-hee! gigglesnorthic I've finally found yas!" Whipping her fan this way and that as she laughed drunkenly. Not really realizing that the whipping motion of the fan caused Bakura sway about through the air still about twenty feet off the ground.
"KNOCK IT OFF, WENCH!" SHOUTED, ahem...shouted Bakura as his limbs wavered about through tree branches and his jacket tore and got pulled by the sharper twigs. The silver-ish cord thingy swung off his numb wrist and landed on the ground with a resounding "ouch". Ahem. Yes, an "ouch" rather than a split or crack or clang.
Kagura stopped slashing the fan through the air and seemed to snap back into reality. She floated still in the air...dumfounded.
And in that short release from control, the wind stopped and down Baku dropped. "Give me back my shoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" he hollered, shaking his fist at Baboo-naku, as a new wind blew up and tossed him tumbling into the forest.
And simultaneously three voices asked, "What's a shoe?"
---
Bakura looked around. He looked around and around, up and down. And in all directions he saw trees. Tall trees, thin trees, thick trees, finned trees. Their branches grasped outward in all directions, eagerly: the branches grasped almost wistfully toward any moving object, in this case, Bakura.
"Damn it all to bloody hell," Bakura muttered as he gazed around thoughtfully in lost confusion.
"Heya gurl!"
A perky voice shouted from behind Bakura and before you know it, Bakura had the intruder in a painful arm-behind-the-back position. "Who're you callin' a gurl?" he growled menacingly into the intruder's ear as he tightened his grip.
"Girlie-girlie-gurl!" was the cheerful reply as Bakura's victim slid out of his grasp. "Fair-haired, doe-eyed, thin and scrawny little girl. With hair as white as an old man's brow, and eyes as brown as freshly digested--"
"Call me that again and I'll--"
"You'll what? Hm, what's this I wonder," at this the person held up a packet of cards, duel monster cards and held them up in what little light there was to further inspect them. "Ya know what? I think they're ugly...but they look rather delicious." He pushed a lock of orange hair out of his bright blue eyes and picked out a card from the deck. He looked at it and just for a moment, it seemed that he lost his perkiness and grew old, but in the same second his perkiness came back with renewed vivacity as he opened his mouth and pushed the card in.
And well, Bakura wasn't exactly doing nothing during all this time. It was just that the orange headed person had somehow managed to scale a tree and was sitting on a fairly high branch. Bakura scrambled madly up the trunk cursing all the way.
"Give that back!" he growled as he reached the branch the boy sat on. "But-but-ah....." He stared at the bright-haired boy in shock. There he was, eating away at his precious cards! He had just caught up with the boy as he was thoughtfully chewing Bakura's.....Dark Necrofear?!? (or is it Necrofia? Heard it pronounced too many different ways....) "....--ack!"
Bakura got a boo-boo. Bakura had been so stunned that he lost his grip on the branch and slipped. Wham!
The boy hopped down with half a card in his mouth. Bakura stood up and snatched it out of the boy's smiling mouth and saw that there was only a head. "You....you.......you!" Bakura snarled and lunged at the boy as he neatly side-stepped and tripped Bakura. But in that same instant, Bakura twisted and swept at the boy's face.
"Aa! My face! Owie! Owie-owie-owie! Aaaaaaaa. Aaaaaa," the orange-head gripped his face. "You hit me! And it burns soooooooo!" He fell to the ground moaning. He looked up and saw Bakura glaring at him. "You hit awfully hard for a gurl," he said, still rubbing the red hand mark on his face.
"Shut-up mortal fool," snarled Bakura contemptuously, lifting his foot and stepping onto the boy's chest.
"Who're you callin' a mortal?" asked the boy, grinning a lazy grin
He still had the half-card, er, rather a quarter of the dark necrof- something card, which he summoned into the world.
With a susurrus and a flash of light, there stood, or rather floated, the head of Dark Necrofia, (or is it Necrofear?)
"Pfft," the boy stuttered. "Ha-ha-haaaaa!" He laughed outright at Bakura's little monster head.
"Dark Necrofia! Attack!" commanded Bakura as he pointed toward his enemy with a maniacal grin on his face. Guess he didn't notice it was missing it's body...
(I'm goin' along with Necrofia instead 'o havin' to put something like is it necrofia or necrofear in all the parenthesis).
The floating pale bluish-greenish-bluish color of Dark Necrofia's face glanced at the laughing boy then turned to look at its maniacally grinning master. Its whole manner seemed to be saying, "you've got to be kidding me."
After glancing around in its floating position, the head of Dark Necrofia hightailed it and ran, er, flew.
"Dark Necrofia? Where in bloody hell did you go?!" screamed Bakura angrily as he searched around for where Dark Necrofia should have been in an attack position and where it was. He glimpsed the bald head flitting away through the darkness of the tree. His eye twitched.
"What did you do to my Dark Necrofia!?! What are you doing to my deck!?!!" Bakura was glaring murder at the orange-headed stranger, who just happened to have his deck again and was enjoying the contents very much.
"Mmph," said the boy. He swallowed and then said, "These things taste good. What did you use to make them? Hey wait...uh, don't do anything rash, wee miss...put down that stone...uh, where'd ya get that knife?..."
Bakura had finally snapped. First this strange person had called him a girl. Then he takes his deck. Then he eats Dark Necrofia and the rest of his deck as well! That was the last straw...no more kinda-nice-but-not- really-nice-guy Bakura. His eyes were flaming and one of them sort of twitched.
He held his rather sharp knife in his hand, and grinning his sadistic, malicious, and maniacal grin. He didn't say anything anymore...this was a matter too late for words to help...
---
And where was Ryou in all this time? Why, he was sitting up in his soul room pondering.
It had seemed that for some reason or other, Bakura had blocked Ryou from seeing what was happening outside. It's not like it was especially surprising or anything, he was used to it and had taken a few naps. The thing was that, he had found a tiny hole in Bakura's defense. In his head, Ryou debated whether or not he should he should peek through the hole and see what Baku was up to.
Hm......let's think of the pros and the cons, thought Ryou. The pros: I would know what Bakura was doing. Cons: He would probably catch me and then do something harmful to someone. Pros: Don't think there are any more... Cons: Help...
Now Ryou here was not someone rash or someone who would do something rash and thoughtless. That is why he went through all that trouble of thinking through the pros and cons. See? He thought first. Guess I wouldn't call that quite rash, eh?
And then there was this nagging in the very backmost and tiniest corner of his mind. Ryou. You should go and find out what Baku-head is doing. Now. Ryou, go now.
And another voice in the other backmost and tiniest corner of his mind was saying: Ryou...don't go. Bakura-san might do something harmful or kill someone. Don't look through the hole!
And the first nagger went: Get outta here sh!t-head! This is my turf!
Then the two nagging voices fought, though how, I am not quite sure, since they are supposed to be just voices. But before you knew it, the first nagging voice had won.
Eep! thought Ryou as he saw, or heard, nagging voice win and give the other nagger a bloody nose.
Let's peek through the whole! The first nag had won after all, but using the word "peek" somehow made it seem wrong to go and "peek" through the hole.
Well, he thought. Here goes nothing.
And would you look what he saw...
Hello..........I am so very sorry fer not updating. For.......about two or three months?
Disclaimer: Do you want a disclaimer? You can't handle a disclaimer! Heh. Take one please. hands reader bucket full of slips of paper
I am updating because my friend thinks the story is interesting and has put ideas into the scrawny wrinkly thing in my head called a brain to some, but a mess to me. Oh...I am quite unsure and unwilling to know about Bakura's deck. Who cares what cards he has? I may not know what they look like, so I can't describe them! Hm.....
Here is chaptet six. Yes. Chaptet. Not chapter. Uh...since I am so sure that no one reads my stories or reviews them -hint hint-(XXthough you shouldXX), I shall continue just for the sake of.........humanity?
Chapter six: Not a gurl
"Start talking Naraku!" growled Inuyasha as he too noticed, and drew out Tetsusaiga...
Way above their puny heads floated Baboo-naku, on a gnarling and twisting branches. He held Bakura by the heel of his shoe. He appeared to be floating because of the way the baboon fur billowed so dramatically. And a fluffy pink bunny scampered by...
"Eh? Wait a minute," replied Baboo-naku. "Am I seeing two Inuyashas? Hey! Inuyasha! Why'd you cut your hair so? And why are you garbed in such awkward and ugly clothes? And you, second Inuyasha: What's with that butterfly sitting on your head? Is it the start of some new fashion?.......maybe I should get one for my hair too.....heh-heh."
"Why would I be wearing such unfashionable clothes?!" shouted Inuyasha. "These blood soaked garments are the latest in fashion these days! I wouldn't be caught dead wearing such clean and unrefined clothes!"
"I am not an inuyasha!" shouted Bakura, infuriated at being mistaken for everything but a demonic and evil creature. First he was mistaken for a girl, now an inuyasha? What next? Was he going to be called a purple- spotted pink elephant? Feh! And what was wrong with the way he dressed? So the jacket was a bit torn from the forest and the ends billowed out dramatically every now and then. His jacket didn't do that as much as Kaiba's did!
"Drop the girl, Naraku!" Kagome hollered as she drew an arrow across her bowstring.
"Girl?" said Baboo-naku. "Ah, yes. I see. This scrawny, puny creature must be a girl."
"Whadidya say?!"
"Since this girl seems to mean so much to you, I shall hold her hostage!" shouted Baboo-naku triumphantly ignoring Bakura's comment. "You shall give me your sword Tetsusaiga, in return for this girl..."
And that was the moment Bakura's shoe chose to let go of his sock, which in a stream of events lead to the fall of Bakura. I mean the literal fall of Bakura. You know. Like a fall from a ten story high tree.
"Sh!t!"
"...and as you bow down before me in an unceremonious way begging for forgiveness while handing me the swor--" And thus did Baboo-naku notice that he held a shoe, and only a shoe in his hand. "Where'd the--"
Whoosh! And a glash of wind smwoushed through the air breaking Bakura...I meant breaking his fall.
A/N: So there's no such word as a glash or a smwoushed...but I needed words powerful enough to transfer my thoughts and my vocabulary just does not cut it! Humph...making up words on the second isn't wrong, or right exactly....it's left.
"Narakiraru! Er! Nabaku!" Kagura appeared to Baboo-naku's left on her giant floating feather, flying about haphazardly. "You almost killed yer hosterge! hic Aha! Hee-hee! gigglesnorthic I've finally found yas!" Whipping her fan this way and that as she laughed drunkenly. Not really realizing that the whipping motion of the fan caused Bakura sway about through the air still about twenty feet off the ground.
"KNOCK IT OFF, WENCH!" SHOUTED, ahem...shouted Bakura as his limbs wavered about through tree branches and his jacket tore and got pulled by the sharper twigs. The silver-ish cord thingy swung off his numb wrist and landed on the ground with a resounding "ouch". Ahem. Yes, an "ouch" rather than a split or crack or clang.
Kagura stopped slashing the fan through the air and seemed to snap back into reality. She floated still in the air...dumfounded.
And in that short release from control, the wind stopped and down Baku dropped. "Give me back my shoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" he hollered, shaking his fist at Baboo-naku, as a new wind blew up and tossed him tumbling into the forest.
And simultaneously three voices asked, "What's a shoe?"
---
Bakura looked around. He looked around and around, up and down. And in all directions he saw trees. Tall trees, thin trees, thick trees, finned trees. Their branches grasped outward in all directions, eagerly: the branches grasped almost wistfully toward any moving object, in this case, Bakura.
"Damn it all to bloody hell," Bakura muttered as he gazed around thoughtfully in lost confusion.
"Heya gurl!"
A perky voice shouted from behind Bakura and before you know it, Bakura had the intruder in a painful arm-behind-the-back position. "Who're you callin' a gurl?" he growled menacingly into the intruder's ear as he tightened his grip.
"Girlie-girlie-gurl!" was the cheerful reply as Bakura's victim slid out of his grasp. "Fair-haired, doe-eyed, thin and scrawny little girl. With hair as white as an old man's brow, and eyes as brown as freshly digested--"
"Call me that again and I'll--"
"You'll what? Hm, what's this I wonder," at this the person held up a packet of cards, duel monster cards and held them up in what little light there was to further inspect them. "Ya know what? I think they're ugly...but they look rather delicious." He pushed a lock of orange hair out of his bright blue eyes and picked out a card from the deck. He looked at it and just for a moment, it seemed that he lost his perkiness and grew old, but in the same second his perkiness came back with renewed vivacity as he opened his mouth and pushed the card in.
And well, Bakura wasn't exactly doing nothing during all this time. It was just that the orange headed person had somehow managed to scale a tree and was sitting on a fairly high branch. Bakura scrambled madly up the trunk cursing all the way.
"Give that back!" he growled as he reached the branch the boy sat on. "But-but-ah....." He stared at the bright-haired boy in shock. There he was, eating away at his precious cards! He had just caught up with the boy as he was thoughtfully chewing Bakura's.....Dark Necrofear?!? (or is it Necrofia? Heard it pronounced too many different ways....) "....--ack!"
Bakura got a boo-boo. Bakura had been so stunned that he lost his grip on the branch and slipped. Wham!
The boy hopped down with half a card in his mouth. Bakura stood up and snatched it out of the boy's smiling mouth and saw that there was only a head. "You....you.......you!" Bakura snarled and lunged at the boy as he neatly side-stepped and tripped Bakura. But in that same instant, Bakura twisted and swept at the boy's face.
"Aa! My face! Owie! Owie-owie-owie! Aaaaaaaa. Aaaaaa," the orange-head gripped his face. "You hit me! And it burns soooooooo!" He fell to the ground moaning. He looked up and saw Bakura glaring at him. "You hit awfully hard for a gurl," he said, still rubbing the red hand mark on his face.
"Shut-up mortal fool," snarled Bakura contemptuously, lifting his foot and stepping onto the boy's chest.
"Who're you callin' a mortal?" asked the boy, grinning a lazy grin
He still had the half-card, er, rather a quarter of the dark necrof- something card, which he summoned into the world.
With a susurrus and a flash of light, there stood, or rather floated, the head of Dark Necrofia, (or is it Necrofear?)
"Pfft," the boy stuttered. "Ha-ha-haaaaa!" He laughed outright at Bakura's little monster head.
"Dark Necrofia! Attack!" commanded Bakura as he pointed toward his enemy with a maniacal grin on his face. Guess he didn't notice it was missing it's body...
(I'm goin' along with Necrofia instead 'o havin' to put something like is it necrofia or necrofear in all the parenthesis).
The floating pale bluish-greenish-bluish color of Dark Necrofia's face glanced at the laughing boy then turned to look at its maniacally grinning master. Its whole manner seemed to be saying, "you've got to be kidding me."
After glancing around in its floating position, the head of Dark Necrofia hightailed it and ran, er, flew.
"Dark Necrofia? Where in bloody hell did you go?!" screamed Bakura angrily as he searched around for where Dark Necrofia should have been in an attack position and where it was. He glimpsed the bald head flitting away through the darkness of the tree. His eye twitched.
"What did you do to my Dark Necrofia!?! What are you doing to my deck!?!!" Bakura was glaring murder at the orange-headed stranger, who just happened to have his deck again and was enjoying the contents very much.
"Mmph," said the boy. He swallowed and then said, "These things taste good. What did you use to make them? Hey wait...uh, don't do anything rash, wee miss...put down that stone...uh, where'd ya get that knife?..."
Bakura had finally snapped. First this strange person had called him a girl. Then he takes his deck. Then he eats Dark Necrofia and the rest of his deck as well! That was the last straw...no more kinda-nice-but-not- really-nice-guy Bakura. His eyes were flaming and one of them sort of twitched.
He held his rather sharp knife in his hand, and grinning his sadistic, malicious, and maniacal grin. He didn't say anything anymore...this was a matter too late for words to help...
---
And where was Ryou in all this time? Why, he was sitting up in his soul room pondering.
It had seemed that for some reason or other, Bakura had blocked Ryou from seeing what was happening outside. It's not like it was especially surprising or anything, he was used to it and had taken a few naps. The thing was that, he had found a tiny hole in Bakura's defense. In his head, Ryou debated whether or not he should he should peek through the hole and see what Baku was up to.
Hm......let's think of the pros and the cons, thought Ryou. The pros: I would know what Bakura was doing. Cons: He would probably catch me and then do something harmful to someone. Pros: Don't think there are any more... Cons: Help...
Now Ryou here was not someone rash or someone who would do something rash and thoughtless. That is why he went through all that trouble of thinking through the pros and cons. See? He thought first. Guess I wouldn't call that quite rash, eh?
And then there was this nagging in the very backmost and tiniest corner of his mind. Ryou. You should go and find out what Baku-head is doing. Now. Ryou, go now.
And another voice in the other backmost and tiniest corner of his mind was saying: Ryou...don't go. Bakura-san might do something harmful or kill someone. Don't look through the hole!
And the first nagger went: Get outta here sh!t-head! This is my turf!
Then the two nagging voices fought, though how, I am not quite sure, since they are supposed to be just voices. But before you knew it, the first nagging voice had won.
Eep! thought Ryou as he saw, or heard, nagging voice win and give the other nagger a bloody nose.
Let's peek through the whole! The first nag had won after all, but using the word "peek" somehow made it seem wrong to go and "peek" through the hole.
Well, he thought. Here goes nothing.
And would you look what he saw...
Sorry for lack of updates and uh......for such a short chapter....or maybe it's too long? I dunno.......bye? Read and Review or else face the wrath of......pfft. Buh-bye peoples.....like anyone would be crazy enough or nice enough to read this..... Thank the reviewers from that other chapter: Thank you tiger-of-ice! Thank you Puppkid! If you read and didn't review......waaaaaaaaaaaaah! I will continue, no matter what....who cares about flames?! Let 'em come! Bring on the thunder!!!!!