A TwoPair Of Brown Eyes

Kawaii Chibi Kitty Angel

Chapter 8:

A Sticky, Sticky Morning...

I hold my hands in front of my mouth.

It's all I can do to stop myself from shrieking.

Because DAMN THAT'S SICK!!

Jumping off the bed, I hop to the bathroom desperately, attempting not to let my leg touch the ground. A long smear of white, sticky goo is vividly obvious on my thin, maidenly leg.

But- but- DAMN THAT'S SICK!!!!!

Performing a manoeuver that would probably get me into the Guinness Book Of Records, I push my leg into the sink, turn on the water, and scrub furiously at my tainted, unrefined, SATAN-BLESSED leg.

God-Dammit Bakura! Couldn't it have been anyone else? Anyone at all?! I want you... but not like that!

Well... not yet, at least.

At least I know he likes me.

Snorting, I pull my leg out, and look at the raw skin where I rubbed my leg.

I merely shrug.

Well, I guess it's clean.

As I set my hand on the doorknob, I feel a sudden surge of embarrassment, anger, and panic.

Bakura.

It's gotta be.

Slowly pushing open the door, I peek through.

"Bakura?"

He flings the door open.

Fuck- I forgot he was right down the hall....

What the-

Oh my God...

I cant restrain it-

I burst out laughing.

Bakura's standing in the doorway, cheeks flushed an amazing shade of red- hey, that'd look good on the wall!- and wet white stuff all down his legs!

HE LOOKS LIKE HE WET HIS PANTS!!!!!!

I collapse with laughter- I know, he's probably gonna beat the poor, pathetic crap out of me in moment- but it's just so FUNNY!

Uh-oh... I think I've gone hysterical.

Feeling a hand grab me by the wrist, I quickly fall silent- I mean, wouldn't you?

The first blow's gonna come any time now...

Any time now...

Soon..

Looking up in surprise- and fear- I see him, with a devious smirk on his face.

Shiiit- He has an idea.

And when Bakura gets an idea, they're usually good.

Pulling on my wrist, he tosses me out of the bathroom.

Uh-oh... what's he got planned?

Dammit... What am I doing?

Finding clothes.

Pushing through the pile in my wardrobe- you really think I have the patience to pick this stuff up?- I growl in frustration.

Damn you, Bakura, damn you.

It doesn't help that my clock is burning 4:55AM in the side of my eye, in my big, bold, obnoxious red flashing letters.

Why on earth did I get a digital clock?

Ooooh.... This looks good.

Pulling out a pair of tight white cotton pants, I see immediately why Bakura picked these.

In bold red letters- not unlike the ones on my clock- on the ass of the pants, two words are sewn.

'Kiss It'.

That is SO Bakura.

Slipping them on, I begin rifling again.

What? I'm not going to run around the house in sexy white track pants and a push-up bra.

The bra was the first one I found that fit, alright? I didn't want to dig for something else.

Too lacy...

Does he even think I would wear that in public?

Too revealing...

PERFECT.

I hold in my hands the most awesome shirt, EVER.

...I didn't know Bakura had even relatively good taste.

A pale blue, enormously tight stpeggeti-strapped top, with bold black letters across the front.

'Good Girls

Are Just Bad Girls

Who Don't Get

Caught...'

Bakura'll absolutely DIE when he sees me in this.

And he's going to.

Because not-so sweet little Ryou...

...can plan too.