I'm back again. And let me tell you, it may look like I'm not working, but have mercy. I'm barely acing my classes and my grades have dropped off from A's. School work first, but I'll try to update more. And I have been working like a dog on some Inuyasha stories, so if you like Inuyasha too, read my InuYasha/Yu-Gi-Oh crossover and review. I mean, I wanted one review, so I reviewed it myself. Pathetic no?
Ch. 8
"When I was a lad, living in England, my mother raised me by herself. After she died, I came out here, looking for my father."
Bakura told his story to the pirate, who had no real choice but to listen. The younger ran a piece of metal down his sword to sharpen it and looked slickly at his friend/enemy.
"Is that so?" Yami finally said distractedly.
"My father. Shen Bakura," the boy added, following Yami as he began to walk away. "At the jail, it was only after you learnt my name that you agreed to help me. Since that's what I wanted, I didn't press the matter. I'm not a simpleton, Yami. You knew my father."
Yami Bakura sighed, and then turned to Ryou.
"Yeah, I knew him," he said. "Probably one of the few who knew him as Shen Bakura. Everyone else just called him Bootstrap, Bootstrap Baku, or Bootstrap Bakura as they preferred."
"Bootstrap?"
"Good man. Good pirate."
The words hit Ryou like a ton of bricks.
"I swear, you have his face and his sword skills too," the captain said as kindly as he could.
"It's not true!" Bakura protested. "He was a respectable merchant. A good man—"
"He was a bloody pirate! A scallywag!"
Ryou drew the sword from his hip.
"My father was NOT a pirate," he hissed.
"Put it away, son. It's not worth you getting beat again."
"You cheated and ignored the rules of engagement. In a fair fight, I'd kill you."
"Well, that doesn't give me much incentive to fight fair then, does it now?"
Yami Bakura swung the helm around. The sail came flying in Ryou's direction and slammed into him.
"Aughh!!" he grunted. He hung precariously over the sea.
"Now as long as you're just hanging there pay attention. There are only two rules that matter—what a man can't do, and what a man can't do. You can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man, or you can't. But pirate's in your blood and you'll have to square with that someday. Me for example, I can let you drown. But I can't bring this ship into Kuru Eruna all by me onesy, savvy?"
He threw the wheel in the opposite direction and Bakura fell onto the deck in a crumpled heap. Yami grabbed his sword.
"Now. Can you sail under the direction of a pirate..."
He flipped the sword's handle to Bakura.
"...or can you not?"
Ryou chewed on that information for a moment.
"Kuru Eruna?"
"Bingo, boy-o."
Yami held his hand out for his companion.
At Kuru Eruna Village
"I can't believe you got all sick on that damn boat. What's wrong with you, kid?"
"It wasn't seasickness. I don't like seeing blood, and seeing it being drunk is much worse."
The young man shuddered.
You really should get over my masochism," the Egyptian pirate said. His hand was a bit too heavily bandaged from where he'd cut his finger too far and made it bleed too much. "It does bother me to screw a job up, though."
"How can you do it?"
"Easy. I get a sharp object..."
"Forget I asked. At any rate, you put too many bandages on..."
"They're coming off now anyway."
He took of the bandages and Ryou gagged. There was blood all over Yami's hand, and the cut was sticky and shiny. Without regard to his squeamish charge, the pirate licked the congealed blood off of his wound and hand.
"There, good as—ah...I apologize..."
He sort of felt sorry, seeing Ryou become green and weak-kneed. He rolled his eyes. Feelings sucked.
"Fine, I won't do it anymore," he snapped, wiping the remainder of blood on the bandages before hurling them to the sands. He then took a cockeyed look at Ryou.
"Shit. You're too proper," Yami snarled. "Change into this so I won't be embarrassed to be seen with you."
He threw some robes to the boy, who put them on after the captain turned away.
"How do I look?"
Yami snickered.
"Like a bit of a weenie. You're pretty skinny..."
"Well excuse me for not being a muscled-up brute like you!"
"Gee, love you too! You look fine, little bastard. I was kidding before."
Ryou blushed in embarrassment.
They arrived at Kuru Eruna in no time. There were many Egyptians shooting off their guns, playing poker, and generally enjoying themselves.
"More importantly," Yami Bakura began, "It is indeed a sad life that has never breathed deep this sweet perliferous bouquet that is Kuru Eruna, savvy? So, whaddya think?"
Ryou chanced a look around and his eyes fell on an Egyptian man who was drinking from two separate cups, slopping beer everywhere.
"It'll linger."
"I'll tell you, mate. If every village in the world were like this one, no man would ever feel lonely."
A woman walked up to them.
"Isis!"
SMACK!!
The woman slapped him, then stormed off.
"Not sure I deserved that," he told Bakura from his cricked-neck position.
He turned back to see another woman.
"Oh. Miho. Heh."
"Who was she?" the girl spat.
"What?"
SMACK!!
"Ow! I may have deserved that."
"I bet," Ryou sneered.
SMACK!!!
"Oww!!"
"And you deserved that," Yami Bakura said, rubbing his hand where he'd backslapped Ryou.
I hope no one's mad at me for not updating in a while! I'm sorry! I hope that the next chapter is better. I'm just having an Inuyasha fetish right now. I always had one, but I mean I'm in it deep again. I still need my supplement of Yu-Gi-Oh! ANIMEEE!!!
R&R, please.
