Dream with me
Chapter 8:
Two days later the weekend came. Usually the weekends were kind of slow but enjoyable... as if time stood still until it was time to go back to the normal routine. Saturdays were usually meant for going to the beach, especially in this summer weather. But today was different; the rain brought from Hurricane Francis was now in full effect. Because of Marik and Bakura's broadcast over the week, the rest of Domino thought this was the beginning of a terrible hurricane. Instead of the little tropical storm it now was.
Ryou watched the rain beating soundly on the windowpane from inside the kitchen. Marik was sitting at the table, doodling on a piece of paper.
"Um, what are you doing?" Ryou asked, turning around.
"I'm writing a note to Malik."
"A note?"
"He told me and Bakura today that he'd be working and he didn't want to be talked to. So, I'm writing him a note."
Ryou tiptoed behind Marik and peeked over his shoulder to try and read the note. All that was on this paper was a stick figure in a ballet outfit. "I think your note needs work."
"I know, I-"
Just then Bakura swung the door open, "Hey! Guess what..."
"What?" Marik and Ryou asked together.
"The T.V isn't working..."
Marik stood up, "Why not?"
"The lightning made it go out!"
"That's terrible! We should do something right away!" Marik said, firmly.
"Oh please." Ryou sat down, "Bakura, can't you go a few hours without T.V?"
"No. Besides they're showing a SpongeBob marathon. With a new episode showing later on. Now I won't be able to see it."
"Ooh! That was today?!" Marik asked eagerly.
"Well, it was. Now we probably won't be able to watch it."
It was quiet for a few minutes. Marik and Bakura were obliviously grieving over the loss of their T.V specials. Ryou ignored them and kept watching the rain.
In a moment Malik slowly opened the door and sat at the table with Bakura and Marik. He slid five notebooks onto the table next to his drooping head, "I'm...done."
Marik looked at his hikari, then the notebooks. "Wow, Malik. You're done?"
He nodded, woozily. But once he lifted his head he revealed a wicked, yet somewhat tired grin. "Yup. I'm done. I'm done!"
Bakura raised an eyebrow and whispered towards Marik, "Is he okay?"
"Oh, it's awesome! It's magnificent! I couldn't be more satisfied with myself! My book is better than anything Shakespeare or Dickinson could have written." He nodded to himself.
"Well, that's good Malik." Ryou said, "Have you named it yet?"
"Untitled."
They all looked at him, "That's the name?"
He nodded, "Yes. Once this reaches the publisher, it'll be world famous. It will be taught in universities." He stood up and yawned, "I'm going to be the most famous writer in all of Mars!"
"Malik, we live on Earth." Ryou said.
"That'll all change as soon as they read what I have written. It will change life as we know it."
"What exactly did you write about, Malik?" Marik asked.
"Everything. I might have to publish a guide to go with my book. It has too many references, mere mortals will not be able to understand."
"O...Kay." Bakura headed for the door, "I'm going to try and fix the T.V before SpongeBob comes on. I hate to leave... I've never seen him like this before."
"Bye Bakura!" Malik called, "Buy me a present!"
"Malik, you need to sleep." Marik picked him up. "Come on, let's go."
"But I can't... I have to get the word out to the public... they must be warned..."
Marik ignored his hikari's insane mumbles and carried him into the hallway so he could put him to bed.
Ryou was left alone in the kitchen and his curiosity got the best of him. He sauntered over to the table and picked up the first spiral notebook on the stack. He opened it to the first page and flipped through it.
'This is weird.' he thought as he scanned another page, 'Hey! I never said that! Ooh, just wait till I get my hands on Malik!'
He stood up and bolted out of the kitten door into the living room. He saw Marik sitting on the couch watching static, "A little to the left!" he shouted.
"What are you-"
Ryou was cut off by the sound of his yami's voice outside. "Like this?!"
A little bit of a fuzzy picture showed on the T.V. Marik yelled, "Almost!"
Ryou looked out of the open screen door to the patio. He looked up at the roof, shielding his eyes form the rain. "Bakura?! What are you doing up there?!"
Bakura was on the roof fiddling with the antenna, "I'm fixing the T.V!"
"Are you insane?! It's lightning out here!"
"So?! I'm almost done!"
Ryou sighed and climbed up the latter to join Bakura, "Since when do you know a thing about repairing a T.V? You'll kill yourself! Get down from here and come inside!"
He shook his head, "Not yet."
Marik's head popped out of the screen door, "Bakura, the picture disappeared! What did you do!?"
"Hold your horses, I'm going as fast as I can!"
Another bolt of lightning struck in the near distance. Ryou looked back at Bakura, "You are crazy if you think I'm letting you stay out here! It's dangerous!"
"..." he ignored him.
"Bakura!" Ryou grabbed the antenna away from him, "Stop it right now!"
"Hey, give that back!"
"No!" Just then, a bolt of lightning came crashing down and hit the metal antenna. Giving Ryou close to three thousand volts of pure electricity. It shot up and down his whole body, he flailed around and his pinkish hair shot straight up. He dropped the antenna onto the ground and blacked out.
In a few hours Ryou was laying on the living room couch, surrounded by Bakura, Marik, and Malik. He had been unconscious ever since that shock. He had a wet rag on his forehead that Bakura had just changed.
Ryou's eyes opened slightly, then he closed them again. A few more blinks and he was fully awake, "... huh..."
"Ryou!" Bakura grabbed him a little roughly, "You're alive!"
"Wow, you really scared us Ryou." Marik said, easing back into his chair, "You were out for hours."
"Really? I was?" he rubbed the back of his head, "Ouch!"
"Yeah, you've got a big bump on the back of your head." Malik was clutching his five notebooks, "We tried to turn you around to put a bag of ice on it but you just screamed. So we left you alone."
"...Wait... the lightning...Bakura, I told you it was dangerous out there."
Bakura looked away guilt stricken, "I'm sorry, Ryou. I guess I can be hardheaded sometimes."
"Sometimes?" Marik asked, sarcastically.
Bakura ignored him and turned back to Ryou, "I'm glad you're okay, though."
"It was so weird... you know what? I died a little... I think I went to heaven."
"Huh?" the three said in unison.
"Yeah. Yeah, I think I did. It was white everywhere and clouds... and virgins."
"How can you tell if someone is a virgin?" Marik looked at him.
"I guess you can always... look." Malik said.
"Look?! Even if you did 'look', it'd be hard to tell with a guy. With a girl, it would be a little easier."
"Not the point." Ryou interrupted, "The point is... that I got a second chance. I think he's trying to tell me something."
Bakura looked at him, "Who?"
Ryou pointed straight up, towards the roof.
Their eyes followed his finger. "So..." Marik said, "Who's up for popcorn?"
Malik hugged his books tighter, "Ryou, are you okay? I think you just dreamed is all. You didn't go anywhere."
"You were there? Don't tell me where I went. I went to heaven."
Bakura shook his head, "Ryou, I think Malik is right. You didn't die... you're right here. I think you need to rest."
"No!" he stood up, "If I go to sleep... I might... really die this time."
"You're not going to die!" Bakura grabbed his hikari's shoulders, "No ones going to put you in heaven. No ones going to take you to hell."
"How can you be sure?"
"Ugh... Okay, then Ryou. If you're really scared, then stay up. I'm not going to force you to sleep if you don't want to."
"... thank you."
Bakura headed for the hallway but he stopped and whispered something in Marik's ear, "Now my hikari is going insane. I think he caught it from Malik."
Marik rolled his eyes and giggled.
Malik stood up after Bakura left the living room, "I'm going to find a publisher on the internet. The sooner I get this book out to the public, the better." He went into the kitchen.
Marik watched Ryou get up, "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to write a letter to Ra. Asking him not to take me just yet."
"What?!"
"Yup." On his way out he mumbled something about death.
'Good grief,' Marik thought, 'Bakura's right. They are going nuts. I hope it doesn't get any worse.'
