Here it is! The not so long awaited second chapter of Chicken Noodle Soup! No... it's not inspired by me getting better... I wish it was, I was just so happy that I got 11 reviews overnight! And I've beaten Ryou's tissue usage. I've two and a half, nearly three boxes in two days, aren't you so proud of me? :-)
I'm sorry, my poor poor readers, but there is a surprise in this chapter. Some of you will probably be disappointed, and others upset. Oh well. Don't understand? Read and find out :-) Note: I tried to stick with the same setting out as the first chapter, and... Some review responses at the bottom!
Lil'
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..::CHINESE::..
It was 5:43 pm, and Ryou was sitting on his couch, a doona wrapped around him, watching tv. The Life Cycle of the Ulysses Butterfly. He sighed, frustrated, then proceeded to tear the doona off him, get up, and switch off the tv. There was only so much you could learn on a weekend. Ryou had been sick in bed for the past three days, and it was only today, on the fourth day that Bakura had actually let him out of bed. After consulting with 'Dr. Yugi' of course. Ryou snorted indignantly.
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You'd think they'd trust me to look after myself. I have been sick before, without them there to 'help'.
I sighed, and straightened my sweater. Heh, I was lucky I was wearing only one. When I'd told Bakura I was feeling better, he of course had rung our friendly neighbourhood Doctor, Yugi, and asked him what to do now. Yugi, being the oh so sweet friend, had told Bakura I wasn't to go anywhere for another day, and that I had to be kept warm. Now that, to me, makes sense. I would have done it myself. But once Yugi told Bakura I needed to keep warm… well, he likes playing 'nurse', and lets just say mine and Bakura's definitions of 'warm' are very different. He had grown up in Egypt, and me in England. Summer in England would be called an ice-age in Egypt. And so, after talking to Yugi, Bakura had made me have a shower (afterall, I have to keep clean), and I'd come back out to find him rummaging through my wardrobe, and a pile of clothes on my bed. He had wanted me to wear my thickest tracksuit, a long sleeved cotton shirt, and three sweaters. Three! Along with two pairs of socks, my ugg-boots, and a pair of mittens. I managed to convince him I could survive with only one sweater, one pair of socks, and no mittens, though he made me promise I'd keep the heater on and stay under the doona. I swear sometimes he's more protective than a mother hen! Rather sweet, but annoying. Then, after getting me dressed, the bastard that he was, left again to help Marik on his motorbike. Apparently there was a race on soon and Marik was planning on going in it, so he'd been spending more time on his motorbike, if that was possible. Marik's hobbies basically consisted of motorbikes, motorbikes, motorbikes, Malik, motorbikes, motorbikes, and sleeping. I swear his life revolves around motorbikes. Bakura enjoys motorbikes as well, which is obvious because he's helping Marik, but thank God he's not obsessed. It's bad enough he's been gone all day. I miss him.
I shook my head to shake away the thoughts. I knew Bakura was fine, who could hurt him? And if I got really worried, I always had the Ring linking us. Only reason I hadn't already checked what he was up to was because he tended to complain. Something about me not trusting him. I love him, sure, but would you trust the spirit of a tomb-robber whose over five thousand years old, and still itches to steal? No? Didn't think so. I trust him with my life, and the life of my friends, sure. But trusting him to behave is a liiittle different.
I walked into the kitchen, deciding to grab something to eat. Reaching the fridge door, I yanked it open and peered in. Blank, mouldy cheese, blank, mouldy ramen, blank, mouldy bread, blank, off milk. Hmm… I think I need to do some shopping. Too late now, it's Sunday and nothing is open. I guess it's take-away tonight… what to eat? I thought of food and let my mind guide me. Chinese! Perfect! There was a Chinese take-away just down the road, I could order it, then go pick it up. Only one problem… Bakura had told me I wasn't to leave the house unless it was an emergency. I'm not a food-maniac like Joey, but I think having no food counts as an emergency. He wouldn't think so though, and would probably decide to punish me…
Yes, Chinese really does sound like a good idea.
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MWUAHAHAHA!!!
I'm leaving you all there, just to suffer. Pretty short for me, but oh well. The (-cough-) punishment will come next chapter. Ryou's turned into a bit of a hentai in this, hasn't he? I was gonna make this story only two chapters long, and have the lemon here, but I think teasing the readers is more fun. Oh I love being evil sometimes :-)
If you love me you'll review…and if you don't love me, review and tell me why the hell not!!
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..::REVIEW RESPONSES::..
I know I said I'd limit myself to five... but oh well!! :-)
Yamia-chan: Thank you :-) I hope I get better soon. I'm on holidays and I get sick? UGH! I know what you mean about Seto being kinda Egyptian, his past, yadda-yadda, and you probably know more about Yu-Gi-Oh than me!
Bakusgal200: Sorry, but I can't stand angsty stuff. I makes me cry, and I don't like crying! So I doubt I'll write any :-( (yes, I'm a wuss)
Bakuras-Hell: Well thank you, it's supposed to be interesting ;-) Where's the fun in being innocent? But why have Bakura in a nurses outfit? Nothing at all would be oh so much better... (-faints-)
DemonSurfer: You seem to be popping into my reviews a bit!!! Ty!!! But tell me.... What the hell is Ramen? Pasta or something?
PaladinDragon: I think I'm right too... aren't the two major religions in England Christrian and Protestant? ...
BlingBling021: You don't have to believe in God to be Christian or Protestant and I made sure that in the story Ryou said he didn't really believe in God! But, I was baptized a Christian, and I'm an atheist now. So... (-shruggs-)
Miyabi-kkg: I think they called him a British exchange student, and it kinda makes sense Joey being American, atleast in the English series (my Japanese isn't wonderful, but yes, I know some Jap would hope so after studdying it for 3 years...) And yeh, I spose you're right that it doesn't matter. It's fiction anyway!
Dilandau's Best Slayer: Don't they say in the Jap aswell that Ryou's a British exchange? :-/ God I wish I could get my hands on the Jap manga... And don't the Japanese generally pray to their ancestors? Or wait... was that the Chinese? UGH!! Thinking too much!
Dood with no name: (what a name!) Not necessarily. Even if the characters weren't Japanese, for the show they'd have to translate them to the Japanese forms. No offence to Japs... but have you heard them try pronounce English names??? My name in Japanese ends up being something like Rai-churu. (thats not quite right, but I can't remember it properly)
To those I didn't respond to by name... Thank you so much :-) I'm trying to limit myself, and I have a major headache now, so I'll just piss off.
Bye!!!