Daily

by Lethe Seraph

In the twelfth and most recent entry, which not only proves that the author is still living but also that she enjoys pretending to have a sense of humor, Bakura laughs. Evilly. Why does Bakura laugh? Heh heh heh.

2. Mast

Daily

by Lethe Seraph

Entry Two: Mast

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4.25.04

            I swear on my reputation as a shounen ai enthusiast that I did not choose this one intentionally.

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mast (n.)  1 : a long pole or spar rising from the keel or deck of a ship and supporting the yards, booms, and rigging 2 : a vertical or nearly vertical pole (as an upright post in various cranes) 3 : a disciplinary proceeding at which the commanding officer of a naval unit hears and disposes of cases against his enlisted men – called also captain's mast – mast-ed (adj.) – before the mast  1 : forward of the foremast 2 : as a common sailor

mast (vt.) : to furnish with a mast

mast (n.) nuts (as beechnuts and acorns) accumulated on the forest floor and often serving as food for animals (as hogs)

            -Webster's New Collegiate Dictionary, p. 701

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            "It's awfully breezy up here.  Where are you taking me?"

            "Shut up.  We're almost there.  Okay, now put your hand here."

            "This feels really dangerous…"

            "Don't whine.  What are you, afraid?"

            "No!  I just value my life! …Are you sure I can't open my eyes?"

            "That would ruin the surprise, idiot.  Hey, don't go out that far.  Put your foot right there…"

            He guided the other's foot to a resting place.

            "You all right so far?"

            "Hell, no.  You tell me to trust you and close my eyes, and you're taking me who knows where?"

            "You don't trust me?"

            "No," said the boy bluntly.

            He harrumphed.  "Well, just keep doing what I say and you'll be fine."

            "I've known you too long to believe that."

            "Watch the hand!  It goes more to the right."    

            "How the hell can I watch my hand when you won't let me open my eyes?!"

            "…Jeez.  It's only a bit higher now, come on…"

            "Don't touch there!" 

            "I'm trying to keep you balanced!"

            "And, of course, I believe you when you say that."

            "Cynical brat."

            "Prehistoric prat."

            They both grinned.

            "Okay, we're here."

            "Can I open my eyes?"

            Rex, underneath and slightly behind Weevil, braced his knees against the mast and placed his hands on Weevil's sides.

            "Put your arms out."

            Weevil obeyed, pushing his glasses up with one hand before flinging it into the air.

"Now you can open your eyes."

            The scene was picturesque: two young men facing a dazzling sunset, the higher of them with his arms spread wide.  Rex smiled and leaned up to whisper into Weevil's ear.

            "Never let go, Weevil."

            Weevil smacked his forehead against the thick wood.  "Idiot!  We're supposed to be at the front of the ship!"