all disclaimers apply as usual
"Damn I need to piss!" Bakura howled in frustration. He had to get up. He had to use the bathroom...at all costs.
Yami simply watched in amusement at the thief's struggles. In truth, he could and actually wanted to go over and help the thief up, but something told him that his efforts would be met with hostility. So, he simply remained quiet and stayed put. He also thought of the little nurse's button. Bakura had one too. All he had to do was push it and someone would come in to assist him. But...that was probably the last thing the thief wanted. So, Yami continued to stare.
Needing to pause to gather a breath, the thief froze as his eyes locked onto the king's and realized the king had been watching all along.
"You have a problem king?"
"No, but I believe you do."
"It's none of your concern."
"I never said it was."
"Then stop staring at me!"
"Pull the curtain." Yami replied with a smirk. He knew the thief couldn't get up to use the bathroom let alone get over to the curtain which was actually a farther reach than the bathroom.
More choice curse words flowed from the thief's mouth.
"Shall I ask for some soap with your dinner?" Yami asked as he was actually getting fed up at hearing one swear word after another. Sure, he used them now and then too, but Bakura was wearing them to a dull, boring finish with overuse.
Bakura grabbled the first thing he could and flung it at the ancient ruler. This time though, Yami's reflexes and mobility had improved. He caught the thick book in midflight with ease.
Looking at it, he read the cover. It was in the drawer of both their nightstands. "Throwing the Bible now are we? That's not going to go over well for you in the afterlife thief."
"Not my god anyway. AND DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Yami set the book down gently upon his own nightstand. Though it wasn't his religion either, he still treated it with utmost respect. "Look, if you'd stop ranting like a rotten little child, I could help you deal with your little discomfort."
"I NEED NO HELP FROM YOU!"
"Fine then, suffer in your misery. Piss your pants and lay in it the rest of the night."
For a moment Bakura quieted. Yami's words sank in. He did not wish to wallow in his own piss all night long like some baby who hadn't been changed. But, his own pride prevented him from taking aid from his sworn enemy. "I DO NOT NEED YOUR HELP KING."
"So be it." Yami replied as he managed to get his own self to an upright position. He grabbed the crutches by his bedside, tested his weight and balace upon them, then made his way to the bathroom himself. "If you're not going to go, then perhaps I shall. No need for us both to suffer." Yami replied with a victorious smirk before hobbling in and shutting the bathroom door.
Once shut, he heard the thief rant with rage. But now, Yami had a new problem. He knew this was going to hurt...a lot. He prepared himself for the onset of pain. It was better than the continuous torment in his head and uneasy feeling in his body from a full bladder. It was indeed painful, but short-lived. Yami felt relieved and relaxed once that little matter had been attended to. Flushing the toilet then washing his hands, he prepared for the exaggerrated look of relief he would give the thief upon his exit. He was going to help the thief regardless, but first, he had to get the thief to lower his guard and accept it...even if it meant rubbing in how good it feels to have the urgency and discomfort of needing to piss whisked away with a flush of the toilet.
Sure enough the thief was staring at him as he exited the bathroom and hobbled back to his bed. "Aaahhhh, what a relief!" Yami said to no one in particular though it was definitely aimed at the thief.
Bakura looked like a kid who watched all other kids get a present except himself. It was a rather adorable expression, even on the rugged, scar-laden thief. The sounds of the toilet flushing and the running water from the sink had worsened the thief's predicament, but he was trying very hard to hide that from the pharaoh.
Yami couldn't help but chuckle a little. "What's the matter thief? Nurse got your tongue?" he quipped.
"No, I'm in shock from seeing your bare ass."
"What!?" Yami replied in shock as he craned his head around and only then noticed that the back of the hospital garb remained open. It only tied on the top. Yami's turn to utter a few colorful metaphors. "Well, yours is like that too I'm afraid. Guess I need to keep my eyes shut if you ever do get up. I might end up blinded from such a wide view."
More colorful, choice curse words in response. Then silence. Yami waited. He understood human behavior well, even that of a deranged, maniac like the tombrobber, Bakura. The thief was contemplating his dilemma, weighing the pros and cons of each option. This was a good start. Despite the fact that Yami despised the thief, he was still a good king. He'd prove that with or without his memories. He helped the helpless...regardless of whom it might be. It seemed like a natural, instictive act for Yami. Though telling Bakura he was helpless straight to his face was not an option. That would've been an act of utter stupidity. Yami was smarter than that and kept that little fact to himself. Yami remained silent and patiently awaited the outcome. A brief moment later, it came.
"Fine king. I will accept your assistance THIS time. But I warn you, if you utter so much as a peep, I will shove your face into the wall so fast you won't have time to blink!"
Yami shrugged, but remained silent, honoring his end of Bakura's 'deal.' Grabbing his crutches, he hobbled over to Bakura's bedside. Luckily, the thief's bed was closer to the bathroom than Yami's. Yami switched to a single crutch, supporting his weight upon the one while using Bakura as the other. Two good legs were better than just one. With an arm around the shorter king, Bakura followed Yami's hobble to the bathroom. Once there he was able to grab the door with his good arm. Yami felt the thief shift his weight towards the door. He took that as the hint that the thief was going to do the rest on his own. So, he waited by Bakura's bed until the thief had finished his business, so he could assist the tombrobber back to the bed.
From the bathroom, Yami could hear utterances of curse words and growls. Since he wasn't allowed to speak, he couldn't warn Bakura that peeing for the first time after that tube would really hurt. He had masked it so well after he had gone. But in actuality, he wasn't only washing his hands. He had washed his face too, from the tears of pain that had streamed down his face during the process. Eventually there was a flush of the toilet and sounds of the sink. Once the bathroom door cranked open, Yami held a crutch forward to stop the thief's fall forward. He was not about to get too close to the thief at this particular moment.
"You rotten son of a bitch. I'll get even with you king." Bakura replied, the hint of pain still evident in his face. He yanked the crutch from Yami and moved towards his bed on his own power. Yami kept distance and allowed the thief to keep his other crutch as he hobbled back to his own bed on one.
"But not today thief." Yami replied with a smirk, breaking silence, but he figured the deal was off now anyway.
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Shortly after, a knock at their room's door. Bakura knew exactly what it was. "Enter." he replied. It was the pizza man!
"Bring it here onto this table." Bakura ordered 'kindly' as he pointed to his tv tray then shooed the pizza boy out with a nice sneer.
Yami could smell the pizza and indeed it was an enticing smell. But, he remained composed. Suddenly an idea formed in his head.
"What's the matter king. Hungry? Too bad. All mine. Pathetic loser." Bakura snickered as he opened a pizza box and grinned at the warm, scrumptuous-looking pie.
"Actually, I'd rethink that thief." Yami replied with a devillish smirk. He then pushed the 'help' button that would summon a nurse to their room.
"You didn't."
"I did."
"Son of a bitch." Bakura uttered as he quickly sought places to hide the pizza.
Sure enough, the nurse arrived. Yami laid back innocently as he awaited the events to unfold.
"Mr. Bakura, what are you doing with that pizza!? You are NOT supposed to eat that. It is not on your diet schedule! I will confiscate this at once!" the nurse yelled as she swiped the pizzas out of Bakura's grasp. He only had use of one hand so he couldn't put up much of a fight. And out the pizza went, along with the nurse.
"And they taketh away." Yami replied with a grin of satisfaction. Bakura's only response was a seething growl of disgust.
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Both had to change their expressions moments later as surprise guests appeared. Professor Hopkins, Rebecca, Grandpa Motou, and Isis made an appearance outside of visiting hours. It was granted to them due to their schedules and the need to 'check up' on their 'kids' when they least expected it.
"So how's our two ancient egyptians doing?" Grandpa asked as he looked at the two carefully. Were they both actually pouting?
"Fine." Yami uttered though he was anxious to return to the issue with the thief that had been interrupted.
"They're looking better." Professor Hopkins remarked.
"I smell pizza." Rebecca noted. "Ahh, wait, maybe these two tried to smuggle in pizza and the nurses caught it? Could that be why they have sour faces?"
Yami wanted to throw something at the too-smart-for-her-own-cause girl. Her perception wasn't something he wanted to deal with at the moment.
Isis was a bit stunned at the pharaoh's reaction. Like Marik, she was a bit surprised at his realistic appearance and how closely he resembled Yugi, though she expected it given the image on the tablet an all. It just seemed strange to see him in the flesh. She felt a need to bow, but figured that would be awkward to a king who doesn't really remember being a king."My pharaoh, are you feeling better?"
"My pharaoh?! BAH! He's a big baby. Hardly a king at all." Bakura snipped back.
Yami shot a death glare at the thief. He hated being embarrassed around guests.
"Oooh, those are some sharp daggers there." ever astute Rebecca noted, commenting on Yami's expression towards the thief. Yami really wanted to shoot them at her too, but restrained himself.
"I think we came at a bad time." Isis remarked. She could feel the tension in the air. These two had some unsettled business and she didn't really want to be in the middle of it.
"I guess all is well. We'll be back soon." Grandpa Motou replied. He too felt uneasy and as if they had just intruded upon something that needed to be finished.
Grandpa Motou and Professor Hopkins held back as the door shut. They waited to see what could be heard from the other side. It was a way of finding out exactly how well the two were getting along. Suddenly the sound of a thump and some curse words could be heard.
"How about a friendly wager my friend? I have 2 to 1 odds that the pharaoh wins this." Grandpa Motou suggested.
"2-1? Hardly. That thief is fired up and the pharaoh is weak in body and mind. The thief may be more injured, but his will and determination are stronger. The pharaoh will hold back. I give those odds to the tombrobber."
"You're on!" Grandpa exclaimed softly as he and Professor Hopkins shook on the little bet then continued onward down the corridor.
Back inside the room...
"You didn't say that pissin' would burn worse than a flame on skin!"
"You told me to remain quiet."
"Good for nothing king."
"Really? Helped you piss didn't I? You feel better now as a result right? Guess I'm not so good for nothing afterall."
"Just shut up." Bakura moaned as he threw the sheets and blankets over his face and growled in frustration.
Yami shrugged and opted to return to watching the televison.
For once a stalemate of utter anger caused both to quiet down into a peaceful night. Little did either know that they were in for an 'interesting' surprise the next morning.
to be continued...
What could this surprise be? Heheh, yet another tie in to "Aww, Craps." stay tuned...