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And now, I begin this chapter (which ALL you readers will review) and will enjoy.
Oh as a warning, Carla will be very pissed...Buckle up for some yelling and cursing.
"Nnnggggghhhhh" groaned Carla as her mother pounded on her door. She had been deep asleep and now she had...ugh...School. Joy.
Carla was feeling especially good. She felt unusually cozily warm; her room was usually freezing and she often complained to her parents for more blankets. She then noticed her pillow was the source of her warmth.
It was squishy.
Too Squishy. It even rose up and down...It almost felt like a...
Carla groggily opened her eyes and her eyes widened in shock. There next to her was- YAMI?! She instinctively started to pull away but realized a. she was curled into his strong arms that refused to let go b. one of her arms was around Yami as well, how it got there she'd rather not know c. Yami's warm breath was breathing in a gentle sigh into Carla's hair and deep, deep (extremely deep down) Carla thought it was comforting. And she was both disgusted and ashamed by this.
Carla's movements had caused Yami to give a small moan as he tightened his grip on his 'teddy bear'. A.k.a. Carla. Carla was very embarrassed and getting quite irked as she found herself smothered into Yami's BARE chest, his slightly musky scent was intoxicating. Carla's reasonable angelic side (just think of an angelic and a devil version of Carla appearing before the real one) noted Yami looked peaceful as he slept AND Yami would have a perfectly good reason for sleeping...next to her. Not a good defense. The devil Carla and much stronger one at the moment told her that Yami's peaceful sleep was probably due to some...ahem...fun last night. It suggested to Carla that she should interrupt his beauty sleep. Painfully.
Carla listened to her devil side and with an angry pop the angelic Carla disappeared while the devil Carla left with a smug smile.
Meanwhile, the real Carla was angry. DANGEROUSLY angry. She slipped quietly out of Yami's arms and replaced herself with a pillow as she began to think.
That-that PERVERT! What had he done while Carla was innocently asleep?! As much too inappropriate-to-describe images flooded Carla's mind. Not only were those wrong images in her mind so was Aunt Marie. Marie's voice kept repeating in her mind what she had once told a young Carla in her bed one night, after she had seen Carla playing tag roughly with one of her boy classmates...(A/N: Whew! That's a lot prepositional phrases!)
Flashback:
"Muchachos (Boys) son evil. Even young ones. They will kidnap you, want parts of you, hurt you...and do you know what I mean by hurt my Carlita? (innocent Carla of age 7 had only shook her head confused)...they will come to your bed and do what they did to THIS Mujer (woman)!" Aunt Marie finished off shouting (Aunt Marie points her finger emphatically at the television screen where a Spanish version of Opera had a battered woman sobbing that she had been raped)
Little Carla looked horrified as she saw the woman's bruises but as she pulled the covers up to her chin she felt she just HAD to ask.
"Auntie what is rape?"
Aunt Marie looked to the ceiling and muttered something a lot like "Dios mio la nina es muy (My God the child is too) innocent!"
"What was that Auntie?"
'Auntie' Marie plastered on a fake smile that had you're-too-young-too-be-hearing-this all over it.
"Nothing dear just remember this: ALL MUCHACHOS SON EVIL!!!!!!!" Aunt Marie bellowed hoping to imprint that forever in Carla's mind.
End Flashback
Well it worked.
(Her poor Uncle)
Aunt Marie's chant of "Muchachos son evil!" was coming back to haunt Carla. Though not in a way she liked at all.
Carla felt more than a little betrayed. She had TRUSTED Yami and WHO KNOWS WHAT HE HAD DONE WITH HER! With her hot-tempered Spanish blood (not trying to be stereotypical but Carla does have a temper: see chapter 2), Carla began to get angrier and angrier until she got to the point that if she had a knife in her hands there would be no Yami at this moment. If it were scientifically possible steam would be coming out of her ears. Carla found nothing hard enough in her room that would do except for her chair. ::sigh:: She needed a stapler. But her wooden chair would simply have to do.
Yami would pay.
Raising the chair high above her head she gave out a feral roar as she leaped towards Yami, pain intent on her mind.
"PERVERTED BASTARDS DON'T GET THE HONOR OF SLEEPING!!!!!!!!"
Yami woke up instantly and didn't take him long to put two and two together as a furious Carla with a chair above her head, to see that he was in trouble. Yami jumped just out of harm's way as Carla's chair landed with a hard thump on the place he had previously inhabited. He immediately soundproofed the walls with a spell and then proceeded to back away cautiously from Carla.
/Carla...please calm down...this is not how it looks!/ said Yami desperately as he saw a maniac gleam in Carla's eyes.
His plea fell on deaf ears.
Carla closed the mind link.
"I TRUSTED YOU! YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF ME! I FOUND YOU IN MY BED! WHAT ELSE COULD IT LOOK LIKE YOU-YOU...!" bellowed Carla unable to find any word horrible and dirty enough to call Yami. Which was saying something because Carla knew two languages and both of them had some pretty dirty words in them. Carla reluctantly lowered the chair panting. Her heart was beating furiously and Carla realized she had overexerted herself. But she didn't care. Yami did though.
"Carla...you haven't regained any of your strength." said Yami quietly as he walked over to her where she lay slumped on the chair/weapon. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead as Carla realized she was too tired to get up from the chair. Yami picked her up but was met with resistance as Carla struggled to break free. She slapped the hand that held her and flinched at his touch. Now that her anger was passing, she was scared of Yami. She held the Millennium Puzzle and was trying to break it to no avail. She was too weak.
"Get AWAY from me Yami. I...I hate you." whispered Carla quietly yet the words had the same impact as if they had been shouted at Yami. She continued to try to break the Puzzle yet the Puzzle was more durable than her weak hands fumbling to get the pieces out, especially that damn horus eye.
Carla hated him? Yami felt a lump in his chest rise. Those words hurt more than if Carla had managed to puncture Yami with the chair. He put Carla on her bed and sat on the chair. Yami needed her to understand; he forced her to look at him by lifting her chin up with his strong hand. Carla's eyes shone with fear, disgust, and defiance.
"Hikari...I will NEVER take advantage of you. When you fell asleep last night you clung to me and wouldn't let go. You also shivered. Since I was so warm I decided to...erm...warm you up by sleeping with you. IT WAS NOTHING MORE THAN SLEEP." Yami said, his eyes showing his pain at being loathed by Carla. Yami didn't add though that he could've escaped in spirit form. Yet Carla did.
"I understand that you couldn't warm me with your magic but pray tell...why didn't you just escape in the puzzle?" she said quietly, her voice not yet convinced yet less angry.
Radamnit. Why'd he have to have a smart hikari?
"Umm...never thought about it. I was rather tired myself and your bed is more comfortable than my own." said Yami lying.
Carla cocked an eyebrow but seeing Yami's sincerity and pain she let it slide.
"Fine. I believe you but I still am a bit wary of you...Yet I don't hate you."
Yami wanted to gain her trust back somehow, but for now knowing Carla didn't hate him was enough.
A bang was heard outside and Carla's mom, Helena impatiently said, "Carla you are going to miss school and be grounded for a month if you do not come out. AHORA! (NOW!)"
Carla started to get up feebly but was immediately stopped by a certain pharaoh who pressed a finger on her upper stomach. And you know you're not in good shape if you can be held down BY A FINGER. Determined Carla was not discouraged though.
"Yami...get out of the way now. I need to get ready for school." said Carla firmly with a hint of a whine. She didn't want to get grounded and stuck with...AUNT MARIE. NO.
"I don't think so. You can't even stand for Ra's sake!" said Yami exasperated but secretly amused. He loved his hikari's determination.
"But YAMI I DON'T WANNA stay here!!!! I wanna go to school!...Unless, (Carla got a mischievous smirk on her face) you give me a fever." Carla made a weak attempt to get past Yami's finger and failed. Darn finger was just too strong.
"NO WAY. I'm not going to make you sick. You're already sick!" said Yami thinking that Carla had officially lost it.
"I know but they'd just think I stayed up too late and my dad, whose a doctor, would know that this isn't normal tiredness and would probably send me to a hospital in emergency care. Then I'd probably end up in an institute or something for unexplained medical conditions. I don't like that scenario so YOU are going to get me my lamp and I'll heat it to my forehead." said Carla with as much dignity as she could muster with Yami holding her down. Yami felt that if he didn't get the lamp Carla would continue to push her body limits until she went too far. So he took down the cream colored lamp from the nightstand and gently pressed it to Carla's forehead. Just as her forehead was really starting to heat up, the door burst open. Carla's mother stood at the doorway.
Yami disappeared instantly and watched Carla, thinking that things were going to get interesting.
The lamp had landed with a soft thump on Carla's face, rolled off the bed and onto the carpet. Since lamps didn't move on their own, Carla had some explaining to do...
Carla said weakly, "H-hola mama...I don't think I can go to school because I'm sick. (Carla made sure the beads of sweat from her forehead were in full view) I'm...(she yawned) so tired...and I feel like I'm burning up. But if you want me to...I'll go to school." Carla made sure her mother saw her make a feeble attempt to get up and then land with a thump panting. She didn't even have to act, she really was panting and sweating from overexertion though not from a supposed fever.
Yet Helena bought it as soon as she felt Carla's forehead (but she gave Carla an odd look when she saw the lamp). Before she left though she said,
"Fine, you don't have to go to school today and I won't get your father to look at you. He already left for work. BUT I don't want to leave you alone so...Tia (Aunt) Marietta is going to be watching and checking up on you..." While Carla gave her mother pleading eyes that clearly said if-you-love-me-then-you'll-let me-stay-here-WITHOUT-Aunt-Marie Carla's mother smiled with pity. She continued with a grin yet was deadly serious, "If you're alive when I come home from work then I'll make you some real food and tea. Till then hijita, good luck and if any of Marietta's concoctions are any neon color than I advise you to run away, and lock yourself in the bathroom. Adios!"
And with that Helena left, leaving Carla to her fate.
I love you too mama, thought Carla with a hint of sarcasm.
Great...
/It can't be that bad my evil hikari who tricked her own mother...Also, Aunt Marie, however...er...eccentric, can't be that bad./
It was either trick them or explain the whole story to them. On Aunt Marie, you try one of her "medicines" that she picks up from her travels and see if you can repeat that. Now, I am going to hobble down to the television before Aunt Marie gets there.
Carla weakly got up and tried to support herself with the chair. She stood for a second with her legs trembling before they buckled under. Luckily, Yami caught her and slung her over potato-sack-style on his shoulder and quickly walked over to the living room before disappearing as they both heard Auntie's footsteps. He was sad; Carla had flinched for a moment when he held her.
"Oooohh Carlita! I heard you were sick so I'm going to make you one of my special blends that I learned in the Amazon." said Marie cheerily as she carried down a huge pot and packet full of indistinguishable substance. One of them looked crimson...
"Err...Tia didn't you go to the Amazon like FOUR years ago?"
"So." replied Marie unperturbed.
"Aren't they...expired?"
"Expire, the salesmen didn't mention any expiring! This will last forever!"
Oh dear, thought Carla as she heard this and another very important question came up.
"Ummm...didn't you visit with the CANNIBAL NATIVES?!!!!"
Aunt Marie smiled too sweetly and said airily, "Oh no...Ellos (they) gave up cannibalism a generation ago although they are quite partial to raw meat."
Carla turned pale.
"I'll start making it in the kitchen. (Marie noticed Carla's pale complexion) Don't worry you'll get that color back in your cheeks as soon as you taste this! I've heard the taste is a unique experience and guaranteed to work. Go watch a movie or better yet dorme (sleep)." Said Aunt Marie as she left to make the concoction.
Yami, should I run away or just find a sharp object to knock myself unconscious with?
/Neither. Just watch a movie and then when the time comes, go to sleep. Marie can't give you whatever she's making while you're asleep./
hrmmmmm....
Carla was not convinced. But she pushed it aside as she settled down to watch a movie. She pulled out a romantic comedy she'd been dying to see. As soon as Yami heard the click of a door being closed, he appeared knowing it would be a while before Aunt Marie returned. He sat next to Carla who scooted a bit away from him. Not much but noticeable. She still had not forgiven him completely. Yami sighed: he had to think of a way to get her to forgive him. Yami pretended not to notice, and the movie started.
As the movie was near the end both teenagers started to feel the awkwardness as the characters in the movie, Jane and Richard, started getting closer and closer. What were you supposed to do Carla thought exasperated as Richard looked at Jane with longing and Jane looked confused and clueless. Smile, and look stupid, or look interestingly at it and look desperate! These were the times that Carla hated being a teenager. She just put on a blank not-really-interested look on her face as the couple began to kiss passionately. Yami was having the same thoughts, but was having less success at finding the right look. A pink blush crept up his cheeks as he watched the kissing and he glanced at Carla. Darn, how can Carla have the perfect blank, mildly interested look at the right time, thought Yami.
Darn, how can Yami act so cool and collected when those two are passionately making out! Why did I pick a romantic comedy?!
Meanwhile Yami glanced again at Carla and this time her lips caught his attention. He had never noticed this before but they were full. Not thin lips so they were practically invisible yet not too full so all you saw were lips. They were full in a subtle way, and complementing and softening Carla's strong nose. They were perfect. As he gazed at Carla's lips intensely, he wondered how those utterly delectable lips would taste on his...
WAIT.
Utterly delectable lips?! Where in Ra's name did THAT come from?!!!!! Was Yami going mad? Or worse was he...NO. Impossible. He pushed all those confusing thoughts away and forced himself to look at the movie. Thank Ra, Jane and Richard had stopped kissing. More fluffy scenes, then with a typical ending kiss, the movie ended. By this time Carla had fallen into a doze, her head drooped. Yami smiled, but suddenly the living room phone started ringing. Yami saw the Caller ID saying Natalie Spencer. Yami had remembered enough of telephones to remember how these devices worked. Sort of.
"HELLO. IS THIS NATALIE?" Yami practically shouted. A pause came form the other line and then,
"Yami?! What are you doing answering the phone; you don't have to speak so loud. I want to talk to Carla. For the oddest reason I feel I should apologize to her for something.
A long pause came from Yami's side as he contemplated telling her of what had happened since she became possessed. He decided to tell her the truth because who knows: maybe she could sort out the problem with Carla.
So he told her everything and she listened like a good audience, gasping, sounding horrified at what she had done, and speechless when she saw what Yami did for Carla and Carla's story of near-death. In fact, it was quite nice poring out the whole story to someone besides Carla. That was UNTIL he told her about SLEEPING WITH CARLA.
There was a very long pause. A very long pause in which furious typing was heard in the background so Yami assumed Natalie was on the computer. Finally, she spoke.
"You SHRIKET BIKEDAN!" bellowed Natalie.
Yami was stunned, completely and utterly stunned. "Shriket bikedan" was one of the top three foulest words in the Egyptian language. This word were so...raw...that it made f$#&ing bastard look very mild.
"Who taught you those words?"questioned Yami. He didn't think what he had done was THAT bad to deserve those words. And he resolved to wash Natalie's mouth with soap next time he saw her.
A very icy voice retorted, "Isn't it amazing what you can find on the Internet nowadays...YOU BETRAYED CARLA YOU PERVERT."
"Please hear me out. I didn't take advantage of her..." Yami said and then proceeded to tell her everything. He finished off his story with,
"Please, is there any way you know of that I could win Carla's forgiveness back. You are a teenage girl. Do enlighten me into the way to her soul." Yami could be quite frank and blunt when he wanted to be.
"Hmmm...." muttered Natalie thoughtfully. She had apologized (in a way) to Yami and she was silent before an idea hit her.
"I KNOW! (Yami was a bit taken back by her outburst) I'll come over right now and we'll go to the jewelry store while Carla's asleep."
"Not meaning to be rude Natalie but...isn't that just buying her forgiveness."
"Ummm...not really. Carla really needs a new necklace, and you can give it to her for the dance that's coming up as a gift. Then your emotions can handle it from there. (Yami thought he could almost feel her winking) Besides, Carla will see the effort you put into getting this for her and will be grateful. But..."
"But what..." asked Yami, bracing himself.
"I would like a favor done in return..." said a shy Natalie with a sneaky tone in her voice. She shyly whispered the favor and personally Yami thought the idea in general was great but he did NOT want to do it. It would be embarrassing, awkward...All Yami was thinking was that Carla had better like the necklace for the favor he was doing for Natalie.
"Fine."
"Yes! Thank you Yami! See you soon!
And with that she hung up.
Yami waited impatiently while in the meantime the hints of a very pungent smell began to drift over to the living room. It did not smell good: it smelled like a combination of sharp-smelling herbs, rotten meat, and ewwww...dung. Poor Carla. He saw Natalie walk up the driveway so he kissed his hikari's forehead quickly, feeling a warm spark go through him as he did it. He didn't have time to wonder why.
"Hey Yami!"
Hello Natalie." Yami replied as the blonde and the odd-tri colored teenagers walked to the nearby jewelry store. Here, in this city, nearby could mean a long walk but it was better than the walk to the mall. After a long walk in which Natalie and Yami idly chatted about the upcoming dance in which sensible Natalie was unusually flushed about, they arrived. They were at Jewels International. As soon as they stepped inside their eyes were dazzled with the amount of sparkly jewels on every see-through countertop. Diamonds in every color, every shape where there. Sapphires, opals, tanzanite, rubies, emeralds, and so much more! This wasn't called Jewels International for nothing. Immediately a kind elderly man whose face showed his years came up to them; he was obviously an employee.
"Hello. Good Afternoon (it's around 2:00 p.m.) madame. Sir (tipping his head toward Yami in acknowledgement). How may I help you?"
"I'm looking for a gift for a very close friend of mine."
The elderly man looked at Yami patiently, and Natalie elbowed him muttering "Be specific." Yami continued a bit confused; he wasn't sure how to word this.
"Well...I want a necklace...I want it to say 'Please forgive me' and 'I think you're very special and I would never intentionally mean to hurt you'...(the man looked at Yami oddly; Yami was telling more information than necessary) Do you have anything like that?"
Natalie rolled her eyes and muttered something like "Guys" under her breath. The elderly man looked at Yami's crimson eyes intensely for a moment and then moved toward the diamonds section motioning for the two young people to follow.
"Yes, I think I might have something to fit your rather descriptive gift. Diamonds."
Indeed, the whole diamond section seem to have a special sparkle to them. The man immediately picked up several necklaces and all of them were very pretty but they just didn't seem to be "the one". After many failed looks through the diamond necklaces the man said,
"Perhaps we should go for something more casual yet still quite elegant."
"Yes please." Said Yami relieved. They walked over to another selection more casual that had silver or gold chains instead of being all diamond. Natalie with her small budget was pleased. Yami immediately decided that it would have to be a silver chain since it would match best with Carla. Now for the jewel...No, too big, no not the right style, no too small...No. All of them were beautiful, but none of them seemed right at conveying the message Yami wanted to send A slight sparkle caught his eye as he saw a necklace the old man was holding. Yami was immediately entranced. It was perfect. It was on a silver elegant chain and the pendant was a silver outlined heart. The outline had tiny perfect diamonds, bordered by the silver. But it wasn't only that, which caught Yami's attention: on the top point was a sparkly ruby (A/N: you know when you make a heart there's two sharp points; one on the top and the one on the bottom). It was large enough to catch people's attention but not so big that you'd have to wonder about its safety or value that much. Elegant, adorable, yet good for everyday use: perfect.
"Ah, I see you like one of our silver heart outlines with diamonds. I knew you would. Each diamond is perfect in size and is top quality with its clarity. The ruby on that upper tip of the heart really gives its pizzazz. I've always enjoyed diamonds being with another jewel. And that ruby matches your eyes."
"Yes. I'll take it." Said Yami still gazing at the necklace's beauty. Natalie shook her head: she knew what was happening. She paid for the necklace, but from the price, Natalie knew it would be a while before she could buy anything again. It may not have been a necklace of full diamonds, but it still had diamonds, however small, and tubies weren't that cheap. They left, but not before the man said goodbye,
"Thank you for shopping at Jewels International. I hope your girlfriend forgives you."
Before Yami could reply "But she's not my girlfriend!" Natalie ushered him out. Once they were outside and on their way to Carla's house Yami immediately asked,
"Why in Ra's name did that man think I was Carla's boyfriend?!"
Natalie sighed, she was surrounded by clueless people, "You act like one Yami. You bought her a pretty romantic gift; it's a heart! Hearts symbolize love here."
"But I don't love Carla! I like her but I don't LOVE her!" said Yami confused. He looked at the necklace in a new light: he didn't want Carla to take this the wrong way.
Natalie smiled that secretive smile that everyone seemed to be smiling these days.
"Fine, do you want me to return it?" said Natalie teasingly. Yami didn't see the joke.
"No, you already bought it, and I'm sure Carla will lo-like it...(Yami was uneasy saying the word love at the moment)...I just hope she doesn't take it the wrong way."
Natalie was now grinning that infuriating secretive smile as she said, "Oh I'm sure that she'll see it the right way." Yami felt a tug from his puzzle: Carla was calling for him. She was probably worried by now. Yami ran off after saying a quick goodbye to Natalie and promising to repay her by doing her "favor". He got to Carla's house and went through the door in spirit form. There he found a green Carla greeting him with a glare.
"I was looking for you. Why did you leave me...? I had no one to help me stick up to Aunt Marie. She made me sip that awful stuff. I immediately gagged and threw up. She didn't make me drink more saying I had a delicate stomach. I feel worse than before. You could've helped me." Carla said weakly yet accusatory as from where she lay on the sofa now acting as a bed. Yami was very sorry.
"Carla I am so sorry! I had to do some....errands with Natalie. (Carla felt an unusual emotion stir inside her...jealousy?!) I shouldn't have left you alone though to face Aunt Marie: here, I'll heal you." Yami put a strong hand gently on Carla's stomach. Carla's nausea disappeared and her trembling ceased. She felt a lot better already. She gave Yami a grateful smile and she was a little pink from just having Yami touch her like that in a not-so-opened-to-be-touched area. Yami was bit pink too.
"I think...I think I'm going to go make some soup and then go to bed. I have to go to school tomorrow, you know."
"Yes, I know hikari." Replied Yami with his trademark smirk. Carla gave a wistful sigh: Yami could look so handsome when he looked so mysterious. Carla shook her head, angry with herself and those darn hormones: she was supposed to be mad at Yami, not admiring his looks! Though Carla had to admit his bare chest was one of the best ones...DAMN! Why couldn't she stop thinking about Yami, that pervert. Carla heated up some Raman noodles (a/n: don't own) and drank the scalding soup before she went to bed. It was nightfall after all. Soon Carla's mother would be coming home but Carla would rather not eat solid food at the moment: the thought of Aunt Marie's nasty potion with chewy substances was enough to banish Carla's appetite for a long while. (a/n: that's why she could only manage down those Raman noodles) She put on her pajamas and was in her bed before she got the puzzle out of the bathroom. She was glad that her strength and energy were finally returning: she hated feeling helpless. "Yami...if I so even catch or suspect that you were in my bed, I resolve to make you eat Aunt Marie's potion and then I will personally break this puzzle. I mean it."
Yami sighed wishing Carla would just trust him that it was a one-time thing, but replied looking straight at Carla's eyes, "I, Pharoah Atem, hereby declare that I will not sleep with Carla Sanchez. Are you happy with this?"
"It'll do." Carla retorted. She pulled up her covers and was asleep in a matter of minutes. Her last thought was of Yami's bare chest, his warm breath on her hair, and how kind he was...and then her last thought word was "DAMNIT!"
Meanwhile in the Millennium Puzzle...
Yami was looking intently at the necklace. He traced the heart with his index finger (a/n: I hope that's the right finger: it's the one next to your thumb, right?!). He wasn't sleepy at all with the many confusing thoughts in his mind. He sat on the side of his lavish bed of Egyptian cotton yet for all the world, he thought that Carla's was better. His finger stopped when it touched the blazing ruby.
"This necklace is wrong...I don't love Carla." Yami muttered.
But if he was right then why, oh Ra why, was his voice so uncertain?
The ruby happily sparkled bright; it was forever intertwined with the white diamonds in a symbol of love.
READ THE FOLLOWING:
First of all I'd like to apologize if the ending was corny, but it was all I could do.
Next I'd like to say (sadly) that the next chapter is most likely the last one. Because of this, it will be a while before I update...because endings are hard. And because I find it hard to let go of a story so it's going to end up being extra long.
Also I'd like to point out that sadly I could relate to my characters (Aunt Marie is sort of based on a real life character, I'm very terrified to admit)
I hope to get a lot of reviews on this chapter as A Girl Hikari Equals Chaos is coming to a close. ::sob:: (here's a fun fact: it was supposed to be A Hikari Girl Equals Chaos not Girl Hikari...typo...oh well, too late and too lazy too change it now!)
But I think I have an idea for a sequel...oh and it'll be good. I hope. No, it will. (But if anyone could give me some information on Bakura: his past and stuff...it would be very helpful.)
-Starlet36