A/N: Yay, more reviews! Whoo-hoo! ::jumps around like a mad authoress::
Err, yeah, sorry. I get over-excited. It's all the Mountain Dew I've been drinking, I swear!
::grin::
Thanks for the reviews, I really enjoy reading them. And don't worry Dark Magician Girl
/ Hikaru, I don't mind. I never explained this (and it'll show up some more in this
chapter), so I will here. Yes, Malik isn't on good terms with Ryou because he doesn't
think that he'll last. Same goes for Marik as well. They think Ryou's just doing this out of
folly. That opinion will change as the story moves on.
To both you and the other reviewers, feel free to point out anything and ask questions. I
will try to answer to the best of my ability. You can leave it in the review or E-mail me, if
you so desire. Either is fine with me, so go ahead and speak up!
Enjoy.
GUIDE
: Ryou to Bakura :
: : Bakura to Ryou : :
Blah is thoughts
-----
SAME TIME
RYOU'S POV
Ryou was laying on his stomach on the bed, preparing to write in his notebook. He had
decided to keep a journal of this life, though Bakura had been against the idea. 'It'll
implicate us all in everything we do if you ever forget it somewhere or someone takes it,'
he had said. True, Ryou had thought, but I'm never letting this out of my sight and neither
will I write of any details about what we do. If it is ever seen by another, they'll just think
it to be a travel log of some sort. Well, probably.
So he wrote, every day in fact, and extensively. He still wrote to his sister, only not as
often because he hadn't the room to keep all the letters. To make up for it, he pretended
that he was writing this journal to his sister, though he never addressed her in any way.
He chewed on his pen a bit before returning to his writing.
Day 14
14:25 PM
We're still here in Mexico. I still haven't gotten an answer as to why they chose
this place, but I suppose they won't trust me with such information for awhile. I am still
new at this, though B. has kept the training schedule. I've learned how to hide better, but
the J.K. still hasn't left my bag. I don't think it will for some time. I think I have
impressed Bakura a bit, since I seem to be a quick study, but Malik still has his own
agenda with me and it doesn't involve training.
Ryou looked over to Malik, who was currently napping in a nearby chair. He had the
chair leaned back against the wall, balanced on two legs, and his feet upon on the table.
Bakura was on the other side of the table, sketching something. Layouts, probably. Marik
was out stalking the streets, most likely scaring everybody by babbling and cursing in
ancient Egyptian. Ryou understood a good bit of it, though he wished he didn't.
Ryou had worried about language problems a bit, but he had always been gifted in
whatever vernacular was spoken. More than likely he'd be speaking near about every
predominant language, or at least enough to get by, in a few years. International thievery
seemed to have a good bit of perks. Ryou smiled and glanced back over what he had just
written.
He used the initials J.K.-- Jackal Knife-- for Bakura's gift, since mentioning learning how
to use a weapon would seem a little suspicious if he was going to keep the details to a
minimum.
Bakura's training consisted of how to conceal weapons (using a variety from Malik's and
his collections) and how to use them. He was also teaching him how to be silent and
swift. Ryou was still clumsy, but had improved a greatly over what he had been. Bakura
apparently didn't know or care, but Ryou had often studied his movements and actions
and sometimes would mimic them. It helped at times, especially when a bully decided to
prove his toughness on Ryou's hide.
I wonder how much longer we will remain here. It's not that I don't like it, I do,
but I am getting restless. Stuck in this bloody room most of the time and not with the most
lively of company. I won't say I'm itching for something to happen, but I'm getting close.
I guess it isn't too bad, as I've learned a decent amount of Spanish from listening to the
locals talk and studying my grammar book.
Ryou wanted to mention that it had been his first unofficial thievery, though the others
didn't know it, but knew it was definitely not a good idea. He was proud of himself, even
if it hadn't been all that hard. The guy he had taken it from was blind in one eye and had
been too busy arguing with another customer. All he had to do was pick it up, slip it in his
pocket, and walk away. It had made him feel giddy, reminiscent of the day he left.
Just then, Bakura stopped sketching and held the paper up. Appearing satisfied, he rolled
it up, put a rubber band on it, and tossed it in his bag, which laid open on the other bed.
He dug through Malik's bag for a minute, pocketed something, then went over to Ryou.
"C'mon, training time. You can write later." Ryou obediently put the pen and notebook
away and followed Bakura up to the roof. "I know about your little lift," he said, once
they arrived up there.
"I know it's not anything to you, but... I was curious. I wanted to see what it felt like,"
Ryou explained shyly.
"You wanted to know what it felt like?" Ryou nodded. "Well? What did you feel?"
"Giddy... excited... energized... all at once." Bakura smirked.
"Good feeling, right?"
"Yeah, it was pretty great," Ryou replied. The smirk vanished.
"Well, you need to learn to control that feeling. You get giddy, you get cocky, you get
caught. Unless you want that or are trying to make a statement, don't let that feeling get to
you, or the next lock you pick will be on your cell door, got it?" Ryou nodded. "Now,
why in the blue hell did you steal a grammar book?"
"Thought it be useful," Ryou said, shrugging. "I mean, if you know the language, that's a
big help." Bakura raised an eyebrow. Ryou sighed and continued. "Say you steal
something and you're going to sell it. If you know the language, it'll be easier, safer, and
quicker, instead of having to use a translator."
"Thinking ahead, not bad. So, how much of this language you got down?"
"Yo hablo español un poco," Ryou said. Bakura's smirk returned. (A/N: "I speak Spanish
a little.")
"You may be useful yet. Now, time for practice."
A/N: See, I told you it was getting interesting! And trust me, it's not going to be easy for
Ryou. A word of warning: there's angst a-plenty in this story. (It seems that's all I can
write. ::sweatdrop::)
Also, about Malik and Marik... I never outright say that they're together. If you don't like
yaoi, then it's not there; if you do, then it is. And no, this isn't a Bakura / Ryou story
either, though that is my favorite pairing of the series. So yaoi-haters, have no fear!
That said, I know I probably upset several people. Sorry to you all. I hope you won't hate
me too much and will continue to read this story, even if you don't review.
Err, yeah, sorry. I get over-excited. It's all the Mountain Dew I've been drinking, I swear!
::grin::
Thanks for the reviews, I really enjoy reading them. And don't worry Dark Magician Girl
/ Hikaru, I don't mind. I never explained this (and it'll show up some more in this
chapter), so I will here. Yes, Malik isn't on good terms with Ryou because he doesn't
think that he'll last. Same goes for Marik as well. They think Ryou's just doing this out of
folly. That opinion will change as the story moves on.
To both you and the other reviewers, feel free to point out anything and ask questions. I
will try to answer to the best of my ability. You can leave it in the review or E-mail me, if
you so desire. Either is fine with me, so go ahead and speak up!
Enjoy.
GUIDE
: Ryou to Bakura :
: : Bakura to Ryou : :
Blah is thoughts
-----
SAME TIME
RYOU'S POV
Ryou was laying on his stomach on the bed, preparing to write in his notebook. He had
decided to keep a journal of this life, though Bakura had been against the idea. 'It'll
implicate us all in everything we do if you ever forget it somewhere or someone takes it,'
he had said. True, Ryou had thought, but I'm never letting this out of my sight and neither
will I write of any details about what we do. If it is ever seen by another, they'll just think
it to be a travel log of some sort. Well, probably.
So he wrote, every day in fact, and extensively. He still wrote to his sister, only not as
often because he hadn't the room to keep all the letters. To make up for it, he pretended
that he was writing this journal to his sister, though he never addressed her in any way.
He chewed on his pen a bit before returning to his writing.
Day 14
14:25 PM
We're still here in Mexico. I still haven't gotten an answer as to why they chose
this place, but I suppose they won't trust me with such information for awhile. I am still
new at this, though B. has kept the training schedule. I've learned how to hide better, but
the J.K. still hasn't left my bag. I don't think it will for some time. I think I have
impressed Bakura a bit, since I seem to be a quick study, but Malik still has his own
agenda with me and it doesn't involve training.
Ryou looked over to Malik, who was currently napping in a nearby chair. He had the
chair leaned back against the wall, balanced on two legs, and his feet upon on the table.
Bakura was on the other side of the table, sketching something. Layouts, probably. Marik
was out stalking the streets, most likely scaring everybody by babbling and cursing in
ancient Egyptian. Ryou understood a good bit of it, though he wished he didn't.
Ryou had worried about language problems a bit, but he had always been gifted in
whatever vernacular was spoken. More than likely he'd be speaking near about every
predominant language, or at least enough to get by, in a few years. International thievery
seemed to have a good bit of perks. Ryou smiled and glanced back over what he had just
written.
He used the initials J.K.-- Jackal Knife-- for Bakura's gift, since mentioning learning how
to use a weapon would seem a little suspicious if he was going to keep the details to a
minimum.
Bakura's training consisted of how to conceal weapons (using a variety from Malik's and
his collections) and how to use them. He was also teaching him how to be silent and
swift. Ryou was still clumsy, but had improved a greatly over what he had been. Bakura
apparently didn't know or care, but Ryou had often studied his movements and actions
and sometimes would mimic them. It helped at times, especially when a bully decided to
prove his toughness on Ryou's hide.
I wonder how much longer we will remain here. It's not that I don't like it, I do,
but I am getting restless. Stuck in this bloody room most of the time and not with the most
lively of company. I won't say I'm itching for something to happen, but I'm getting close.
I guess it isn't too bad, as I've learned a decent amount of Spanish from listening to the
locals talk and studying my grammar book.
Ryou wanted to mention that it had been his first unofficial thievery, though the others
didn't know it, but knew it was definitely not a good idea. He was proud of himself, even
if it hadn't been all that hard. The guy he had taken it from was blind in one eye and had
been too busy arguing with another customer. All he had to do was pick it up, slip it in his
pocket, and walk away. It had made him feel giddy, reminiscent of the day he left.
Just then, Bakura stopped sketching and held the paper up. Appearing satisfied, he rolled
it up, put a rubber band on it, and tossed it in his bag, which laid open on the other bed.
He dug through Malik's bag for a minute, pocketed something, then went over to Ryou.
"C'mon, training time. You can write later." Ryou obediently put the pen and notebook
away and followed Bakura up to the roof. "I know about your little lift," he said, once
they arrived up there.
"I know it's not anything to you, but... I was curious. I wanted to see what it felt like,"
Ryou explained shyly.
"You wanted to know what it felt like?" Ryou nodded. "Well? What did you feel?"
"Giddy... excited... energized... all at once." Bakura smirked.
"Good feeling, right?"
"Yeah, it was pretty great," Ryou replied. The smirk vanished.
"Well, you need to learn to control that feeling. You get giddy, you get cocky, you get
caught. Unless you want that or are trying to make a statement, don't let that feeling get to
you, or the next lock you pick will be on your cell door, got it?" Ryou nodded. "Now,
why in the blue hell did you steal a grammar book?"
"Thought it be useful," Ryou said, shrugging. "I mean, if you know the language, that's a
big help." Bakura raised an eyebrow. Ryou sighed and continued. "Say you steal
something and you're going to sell it. If you know the language, it'll be easier, safer, and
quicker, instead of having to use a translator."
"Thinking ahead, not bad. So, how much of this language you got down?"
"Yo hablo español un poco," Ryou said. Bakura's smirk returned. (A/N: "I speak Spanish
a little.")
"You may be useful yet. Now, time for practice."
A/N: See, I told you it was getting interesting! And trust me, it's not going to be easy for
Ryou. A word of warning: there's angst a-plenty in this story. (It seems that's all I can
write. ::sweatdrop::)
Also, about Malik and Marik... I never outright say that they're together. If you don't like
yaoi, then it's not there; if you do, then it is. And no, this isn't a Bakura / Ryou story
either, though that is my favorite pairing of the series. So yaoi-haters, have no fear!
That said, I know I probably upset several people. Sorry to you all. I hope you won't hate
me too much and will continue to read this story, even if you don't review.