Innocence?
Mystical Knight Dragon: Yeah! I'm in a "Yes! Let's kill people!" mood... o_O But that means that you get another chapter! ^__^ This chapter explains stuff! You finally get to be un-confused! ...If that makes any sense at all...
Marikay: So that you can get straight into the story, we're going to thank the reviewers at the end!
Baku: This is Mystical Knight Dragon's less serious chapter---in the beginning...and then it gets a little more morbid as it goes along.
:) (Evil smiley!!! ^-^)
Chapter 7: Traveling Backwards
~*~Yugi's POV~*~
"Yugi?" the voice bored its way into my head. "Yugi! Wake up! You need to get ready for your party!"
'Party...? What party...?'
"Yugi! Don't make me push you off your bed!"
My eyes opened up into slits. My window was open, and a cool breeze was playing across my face. That thought barely registered before I found myself on the floor and rubbing my head in pain.
"I told you that I was going to push you if you didn't get up!" I heard my yami laugh as he threw my regular outfit on top of me. The clothes were so warm that I began to sift back to sleep...
"YUGI!!!! DON'T YOU DARE FALL BACK TO SLEEP!!!!"
My eyes jerked open to see a fuming yami staring down at me. /Gosh, Yami... Don't throw a hissy fit.../ I smiled as I stood up and walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I had completely forgotten about my party today...
//How could you forget that today's your sixteenth birthday?// Yami asked me as he walked into the bathroom, already dressed, to do his hair.
"I have no idea," I yawned, putting toothpaste on my toothbrush. "Yami, what time is it?"
He glanced at the clock out in the hall, gel glooping (R/A/N: ^__^ GLOOP!) from his hair. (R/A/N: You know he has to use at least a bottle or two to make all those spikes stand up...) "About 5:15," he said simply, going back to smoothing out his hair.
I dropped my toothbrush into the sink and stared. "FIVE FIFTEEN?!?! ARE YOU CRAZY?! I COULD BE SLEEPING RIGHT NOW!!!!"
"Like I'm trying to do," Grandpa moaned from his bedroom down the hall.
I blushed. "Sorry!" I called out to him.
"That's alright," he yawned. "I needed a wake-up call anyway." I heard him stand up and shuffle down the stairs to the shop below.
I went back to brushing my teeth, too tired to even bother fixing the toothpaste. /I still think you should have let me sleep in today.../ I got no answer. Yami was concentrating too hard on a particular strand of hair that wouldn't stand up. /It's Saturday...*and* it's my birthday!/
//We have to set up for your party, though, since you refused to do it last night.//
/All of the stores were closed at ten o'clock last night!/
Yami just stood there and put more gel into his hair.
I shook my head and climbed into the shower.
.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,. (...That was kind of entertaining...) .,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,. (Whee!) .,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,. (oO;)
Two and a half hours later, I was eating breakfast and watching Yami's toast slowly burn in the toaster. He's so dumb sometimes... He was still trying to fix his hair... Who was he trying to impress?
//Keep your nose in your own business.//
Argh. I hate it when he reads the thoughts that I'm not even sending to him...
/Hurry up, Yami! Your toast is burning!/ Ha... It's always fun to torture him...
"Damn it!" Yami ran into the room with gel still in his hair (that one little piece wouldn't stay stuck) and grabbed his toast, which burst into flames from the gel that was still on his hands. "Shit!" he swore unexceptionally loud.
"Yami!" I yelled at him. "You know that Grandpa's going to kill me if he hears those words!"
Sure enough, I heard Grandpa thunder into the room. He was already yelling at me before he even got in here...
"Just because you're turning sixteen today," he yelled, "does *not* mean that you can use those types of words in this house!" I tried to shrink further down into my chair as Grandpa continued his lecture. "A group of little girls around eight or ten were just downstairs buying cards and more than likely heard those words! They're going to go home and---"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Motou," Yami said lazily, running water on his hand, which kept randomly catching fire. "It's my fault, not Yugi's."
Wow... Yami never stood up for me... He always found it amusing to see Grandpa yelling at me for some odd reason...
//Shut up, aibou.//
"Well then... Since you're not my own son, I have no right to yell at you...but please keep those words to a minimum!"
Whoa... That was so unfair... I don't get let off, but Yami does?!
//That's just the way life goes.//
I look over at a smirking yami and am so tempted to throw my unfinished bowl of cereal at him. But then again, I'd probably get in huge trouble for that...
"I'm going to go," I told him and stood up, moving to pour my cereal into the sink.
"Where?" he asked.
"What do you mean, 'where'?" I watched the little circles float down the sink. (R/A/N: Heh... Fruit Loops... It's one of those things that I don't own...) "To the store to buy food! You can't have a party without food!"
Yami looked at me curiously. "Don't you want me to come with you?"
I took one look at his hair and burst into a fit of giggles. Gel still globbed (A/N: Like glob... o_O) in great masses, and he looked as if he hadn't brushed it in weeks.
"Don't you want to fix up your hair a bit first?" I asked.
He frowned slightly and ran his hand along his messy hair. "Alright...go without me. I'll meet you at the store." I moved to grab the money my grandpa had left for my shopping when Yami spoke again. "But bring someone with you. I don't want you out there all by yourself." I rolled my eyes. He sounded like an overprotective mother. But then again, he had a point...
"Fine..." I sighed, trying to think of a friend who would be awake at this hour that I could call.
Tristan...? Nah... I didn't really feel like talking to him right now...
Téa...? No. I didn't feel like talking to her either. She liked Yami too much, and I didn't feel like listening to her ramble on and on about him. [1]
Joey...? I laughed silently to myself. Like hell he'd be up at this hour!
Ryou...? He's a morning person... But then again, I'd wake up his yami... I shuddered as I thought of what he might do to an annoying, ringing phone at seven forty-five in the morning. I'm just glad Yami didn't tell me to go ring his doorbell instead of just calling them. He'd probably gut me on the spot. I shuddered again.
Kaiba...? No. Joey would kill me if I even talked to him. He's probably going to kill me for inviting him. I'm just surprised that he even said he would come... Probably just to taunt Joey or maybe get some free cards out of Grandpa...
Isis...? Huh... Why not? She'd be up to get ready if the museum opens in another hour or so... Hmm... I just hope her brother is up... I wouldn't want to wake *him* up, either.
I reached for the phone and realized that I didn't know her number.
//It's number five on the speed dial.//
/Thanks Yami./ I picked up the phone when it hit me. /Umm...Yami? *Why* is her number on speed dial?/
Yami didn't send anything back.
So I called.
After two rings, the phone picked up. "What?!" Malik's voice snarled into the phone.
"Er...is Isis there?"
"How many times to I have to tell you," Malik practically yelled, "NEVER CALL MY SISTER AGAIN!!!"
I almost stopped breathing. What the hell was he talking about...? "I--- I've never called your sister before in my life!"
"Oh." Malik's voice dropped quite a bit and almost sounded innocent--- almost. "Moshi moshi, [2] Yugi."
"Er...Moshi moshi, Malik..."
"So...I heard you were turning sixteen today..."
"Yeah."
"You don't seem very happy. Wait. Hold on." Malik's voice sounded far off as he yelled at his yami. "MARIK!!! DON'T TOUCH THAT! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT COST?!?! ISIS WILL KICK YOUR SCRAWNY LITTLE ASS IF YOU BREAK THAT!" His voice went back to normal as he spoke to me again. "Heh... Sorry about that... Now...why did you call me, of all people?"
I kicked an imaginary piece of dust on the floor below me. "I was going to the store to buy stuff for my party, but Yami said I had to bring someone. I hate that he doesn't trust me..."
"I can't help you," he stated, "because I have to go somewhere now." My face fell. Shit. I'd never get the stuff I needed before my party started. "But I'll send my yami over. Gods, he's got to get out of this house before he breaks something else. A few minutes ago he broke a pure gold replica of Babi [3] and made Isis so angry I swear she would have strangled him with her own bare hands."
"Er..." I couldn't think of anything to say. I felt like my day was going to go downhill from here---fast.
"So, I'll send him over to your house...now? YAMI!!!! PUT THAT DOWN!!! Or should he come over later?"
"I suppose he should come over now... But...um...could you tell him to leave his rod and any other sharp pointy object at home?"
Malik laughed. "Yeah. I could tell him, but I don't think he'll listen. He's already going to skin me alive since I'm making him go to the store with you."
"Arigato... [4]" I mumbled.
"Sayonara, Yugi!" Then he hung up.
'Shit. This is going to be one hour of pure hell...'
Ten minutes later, the little bell above the shop door rang, announcing that someone had entered.
"Good day to you, sir," Grandpa said in the friendliest voice he could muster. A particularly rowdy group of nine-year-olds had just left, more than likely taking unbought (A/N: Not a real word, but whatever...) cards with them. Grandpa had me come downstairs and help him, but I don't know if I was any help.
I looked up from sweeping and saw that Marik was looking around our shop with a look of awe and annoyance. Either Malik hadn't asked his yami to leave his rod behind or Marik didn't care what his hikari said, but he had the Millennium Rod with him, which made me a little anxious.
"Bye Grandpa," I said cheerfully. "Remind me to kill Yami when I get back!" Although I was being sarcastic, Yami didn't think it was funny.
//Don't joke about things like that, aibou!//
/But you're the one who's making me go to the store with someone like I'm a little five-year-old!/
//I just don't want you to get hurt!//
/Yeah, yeah... Whatever.../
"Er...Marik?" I asked the spirit timidly once we had left the shop. He looked down at me, but didn't say anything. Personally, I didn't want him to. His eyes were too full of anger and hatred at the moment... "Could you walk a couple feet behind me? You're making me nervous..."
Without saying anything, Marik stopped and waited for me to continue walking so that he fell behind. After a while, I looked back; he was following a good ten yards behind me. Not what I had asked, but good enough.
Ryou's house was on the way to the store. Why couldn't I have asked *him* to go with me...? He would have been much more company than Marik. Even Bakura would have been an improvement.
I wasn't paying attention to anything at the moment: probably the reason that I ran into Ryou. "Gomen," I said quickly, realizing who I had bumped in to.
"It's alright," Ryou said quickly.
"Where are you going so early in the morning?" I asked, trying to spark up some conversation. It was so lonely out here with no one to talk to.
"I was just taking a walk to clear my thoughts, and," he smiled, "to get away from Bakura."
I smiled back. "Yeah. Bakura really is a fuck head."
I thought that this might get a smile out of Ryou, but it made him frown a bit. "You know, technically we're the same person..."
Hmm... He's never been touchy on this subject before...
"So?" I don't know what made me say it... Probably my being so tired and confused at the same time.
For a while, Ryou didn't say anything. He just fiddled with something in his pocket.
"What's that?" I asked, trying to be friendly again.
Ryou didn't say anything. He just reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife.
"Where'd you get that?" My eyes widened as I stared at it. That thing looked sharp enough to cut through steel!
"Bakura," he stated simply.
"That fuck head! Why would he let you have that?"
He frowned again. "I still don't like you calling my yami a fuck head. He might be one, but that gives you no right to rub it in my face...especially since we're the same person..."
"Well then, what should I call him?! If he gives you knives to play with, then he shouldn't be here on this planet!"
Too late I saw the anger well up in Ryou. He didn't get angry often, but when he did, he just kind of exploded.
He raised the knife above his head, looking almost Bakuraish, and jabbed it right into my throat.
It felt like a million hot needles had jabbed into my skin and had caught fire. I tried to scream against the pain, but the knife had hit my vocal cords and they wouldn't work.
"That's for calling Bakura a fuck head," Ryou sneered.
A blood bubble rose from my throat and into my mouth. Darkness began to swoop around my brain, and the world began to spin.
"And by the way," he whispered into my ear as my life began to fade, "Bakura didn't give me this knife: I took it." He grinned sadistically as the bubble from my throat popped, splattering his face with blood.
The dark completely closed in around me, suffocating me with its horror.
I was dead.
:-O (...It's screaming... It's OK... I don't get it either... oO;)
Mystical Knight Dragon: And there's chapter seven... Not as much angst and gore in there as I wanted, but it was already becoming quite lengthy...
Marikay: So? Do you really think that anyone cares?!
Mystical Knight Dragon: ...Shut up... And now, to thank my reviewers! ^__^ Special thanks to: Kitten (^-^), Fuzzle (Yea! You read it! And liked it! *kind of amazed*), Sk8ErGuRl (I made the officer gay because I was bored... I was sitting next to Bill and I just randomly turned to him and said, "Should I make him gay or not?" He just kind of looked at me funny and just said, "I have no idea what you're talking about, but OK..." So I made him gay! ^__^ Besides, Bakura could turn any man gay... oO;), and Marikzgal4eva (I think I R&R'd your story, but I don't remember... If I didn't, then yell at me in a review or something, and I'll go do that...)! Thanks guys! You're the best!
Baku: Take note of their goodness, and please review!!! *offers coconuts to anyone who reviews*
Marikay: ...That's an odd bribe...
Baku: ...Shut up...
[1] Argh! It was just so tempting to bash her into the ground! Gah! I should've... XP
[2] "Moshi moshi" is "hello" in Japanese, although it is only used when talking on the phone... o_O
[3] A fierce, bloodthirsty baboon god. ^__^ I had to put that in here. Heh... Baboon... ^-^
[4] "Arigato" means "thank you" in Japanese.
Mystical Knight Dragon: Yeah! I'm in a "Yes! Let's kill people!" mood... o_O But that means that you get another chapter! ^__^ This chapter explains stuff! You finally get to be un-confused! ...If that makes any sense at all...
Marikay: So that you can get straight into the story, we're going to thank the reviewers at the end!
Baku: This is Mystical Knight Dragon's less serious chapter---in the beginning...and then it gets a little more morbid as it goes along.
:) (Evil smiley!!! ^-^)
Chapter 7: Traveling Backwards
~*~Yugi's POV~*~
"Yugi?" the voice bored its way into my head. "Yugi! Wake up! You need to get ready for your party!"
'Party...? What party...?'
"Yugi! Don't make me push you off your bed!"
My eyes opened up into slits. My window was open, and a cool breeze was playing across my face. That thought barely registered before I found myself on the floor and rubbing my head in pain.
"I told you that I was going to push you if you didn't get up!" I heard my yami laugh as he threw my regular outfit on top of me. The clothes were so warm that I began to sift back to sleep...
"YUGI!!!! DON'T YOU DARE FALL BACK TO SLEEP!!!!"
My eyes jerked open to see a fuming yami staring down at me. /Gosh, Yami... Don't throw a hissy fit.../ I smiled as I stood up and walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I had completely forgotten about my party today...
//How could you forget that today's your sixteenth birthday?// Yami asked me as he walked into the bathroom, already dressed, to do his hair.
"I have no idea," I yawned, putting toothpaste on my toothbrush. "Yami, what time is it?"
He glanced at the clock out in the hall, gel glooping (R/A/N: ^__^ GLOOP!) from his hair. (R/A/N: You know he has to use at least a bottle or two to make all those spikes stand up...) "About 5:15," he said simply, going back to smoothing out his hair.
I dropped my toothbrush into the sink and stared. "FIVE FIFTEEN?!?! ARE YOU CRAZY?! I COULD BE SLEEPING RIGHT NOW!!!!"
"Like I'm trying to do," Grandpa moaned from his bedroom down the hall.
I blushed. "Sorry!" I called out to him.
"That's alright," he yawned. "I needed a wake-up call anyway." I heard him stand up and shuffle down the stairs to the shop below.
I went back to brushing my teeth, too tired to even bother fixing the toothpaste. /I still think you should have let me sleep in today.../ I got no answer. Yami was concentrating too hard on a particular strand of hair that wouldn't stand up. /It's Saturday...*and* it's my birthday!/
//We have to set up for your party, though, since you refused to do it last night.//
/All of the stores were closed at ten o'clock last night!/
Yami just stood there and put more gel into his hair.
I shook my head and climbed into the shower.
.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,. (...That was kind of entertaining...) .,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,. (Whee!) .,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,. (oO;)
Two and a half hours later, I was eating breakfast and watching Yami's toast slowly burn in the toaster. He's so dumb sometimes... He was still trying to fix his hair... Who was he trying to impress?
//Keep your nose in your own business.//
Argh. I hate it when he reads the thoughts that I'm not even sending to him...
/Hurry up, Yami! Your toast is burning!/ Ha... It's always fun to torture him...
"Damn it!" Yami ran into the room with gel still in his hair (that one little piece wouldn't stay stuck) and grabbed his toast, which burst into flames from the gel that was still on his hands. "Shit!" he swore unexceptionally loud.
"Yami!" I yelled at him. "You know that Grandpa's going to kill me if he hears those words!"
Sure enough, I heard Grandpa thunder into the room. He was already yelling at me before he even got in here...
"Just because you're turning sixteen today," he yelled, "does *not* mean that you can use those types of words in this house!" I tried to shrink further down into my chair as Grandpa continued his lecture. "A group of little girls around eight or ten were just downstairs buying cards and more than likely heard those words! They're going to go home and---"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Motou," Yami said lazily, running water on his hand, which kept randomly catching fire. "It's my fault, not Yugi's."
Wow... Yami never stood up for me... He always found it amusing to see Grandpa yelling at me for some odd reason...
//Shut up, aibou.//
"Well then... Since you're not my own son, I have no right to yell at you...but please keep those words to a minimum!"
Whoa... That was so unfair... I don't get let off, but Yami does?!
//That's just the way life goes.//
I look over at a smirking yami and am so tempted to throw my unfinished bowl of cereal at him. But then again, I'd probably get in huge trouble for that...
"I'm going to go," I told him and stood up, moving to pour my cereal into the sink.
"Where?" he asked.
"What do you mean, 'where'?" I watched the little circles float down the sink. (R/A/N: Heh... Fruit Loops... It's one of those things that I don't own...) "To the store to buy food! You can't have a party without food!"
Yami looked at me curiously. "Don't you want me to come with you?"
I took one look at his hair and burst into a fit of giggles. Gel still globbed (A/N: Like glob... o_O) in great masses, and he looked as if he hadn't brushed it in weeks.
"Don't you want to fix up your hair a bit first?" I asked.
He frowned slightly and ran his hand along his messy hair. "Alright...go without me. I'll meet you at the store." I moved to grab the money my grandpa had left for my shopping when Yami spoke again. "But bring someone with you. I don't want you out there all by yourself." I rolled my eyes. He sounded like an overprotective mother. But then again, he had a point...
"Fine..." I sighed, trying to think of a friend who would be awake at this hour that I could call.
Tristan...? Nah... I didn't really feel like talking to him right now...
Téa...? No. I didn't feel like talking to her either. She liked Yami too much, and I didn't feel like listening to her ramble on and on about him. [1]
Joey...? I laughed silently to myself. Like hell he'd be up at this hour!
Ryou...? He's a morning person... But then again, I'd wake up his yami... I shuddered as I thought of what he might do to an annoying, ringing phone at seven forty-five in the morning. I'm just glad Yami didn't tell me to go ring his doorbell instead of just calling them. He'd probably gut me on the spot. I shuddered again.
Kaiba...? No. Joey would kill me if I even talked to him. He's probably going to kill me for inviting him. I'm just surprised that he even said he would come... Probably just to taunt Joey or maybe get some free cards out of Grandpa...
Isis...? Huh... Why not? She'd be up to get ready if the museum opens in another hour or so... Hmm... I just hope her brother is up... I wouldn't want to wake *him* up, either.
I reached for the phone and realized that I didn't know her number.
//It's number five on the speed dial.//
/Thanks Yami./ I picked up the phone when it hit me. /Umm...Yami? *Why* is her number on speed dial?/
Yami didn't send anything back.
So I called.
After two rings, the phone picked up. "What?!" Malik's voice snarled into the phone.
"Er...is Isis there?"
"How many times to I have to tell you," Malik practically yelled, "NEVER CALL MY SISTER AGAIN!!!"
I almost stopped breathing. What the hell was he talking about...? "I--- I've never called your sister before in my life!"
"Oh." Malik's voice dropped quite a bit and almost sounded innocent--- almost. "Moshi moshi, [2] Yugi."
"Er...Moshi moshi, Malik..."
"So...I heard you were turning sixteen today..."
"Yeah."
"You don't seem very happy. Wait. Hold on." Malik's voice sounded far off as he yelled at his yami. "MARIK!!! DON'T TOUCH THAT! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT COST?!?! ISIS WILL KICK YOUR SCRAWNY LITTLE ASS IF YOU BREAK THAT!" His voice went back to normal as he spoke to me again. "Heh... Sorry about that... Now...why did you call me, of all people?"
I kicked an imaginary piece of dust on the floor below me. "I was going to the store to buy stuff for my party, but Yami said I had to bring someone. I hate that he doesn't trust me..."
"I can't help you," he stated, "because I have to go somewhere now." My face fell. Shit. I'd never get the stuff I needed before my party started. "But I'll send my yami over. Gods, he's got to get out of this house before he breaks something else. A few minutes ago he broke a pure gold replica of Babi [3] and made Isis so angry I swear she would have strangled him with her own bare hands."
"Er..." I couldn't think of anything to say. I felt like my day was going to go downhill from here---fast.
"So, I'll send him over to your house...now? YAMI!!!! PUT THAT DOWN!!! Or should he come over later?"
"I suppose he should come over now... But...um...could you tell him to leave his rod and any other sharp pointy object at home?"
Malik laughed. "Yeah. I could tell him, but I don't think he'll listen. He's already going to skin me alive since I'm making him go to the store with you."
"Arigato... [4]" I mumbled.
"Sayonara, Yugi!" Then he hung up.
'Shit. This is going to be one hour of pure hell...'
Ten minutes later, the little bell above the shop door rang, announcing that someone had entered.
"Good day to you, sir," Grandpa said in the friendliest voice he could muster. A particularly rowdy group of nine-year-olds had just left, more than likely taking unbought (A/N: Not a real word, but whatever...) cards with them. Grandpa had me come downstairs and help him, but I don't know if I was any help.
I looked up from sweeping and saw that Marik was looking around our shop with a look of awe and annoyance. Either Malik hadn't asked his yami to leave his rod behind or Marik didn't care what his hikari said, but he had the Millennium Rod with him, which made me a little anxious.
"Bye Grandpa," I said cheerfully. "Remind me to kill Yami when I get back!" Although I was being sarcastic, Yami didn't think it was funny.
//Don't joke about things like that, aibou!//
/But you're the one who's making me go to the store with someone like I'm a little five-year-old!/
//I just don't want you to get hurt!//
/Yeah, yeah... Whatever.../
"Er...Marik?" I asked the spirit timidly once we had left the shop. He looked down at me, but didn't say anything. Personally, I didn't want him to. His eyes were too full of anger and hatred at the moment... "Could you walk a couple feet behind me? You're making me nervous..."
Without saying anything, Marik stopped and waited for me to continue walking so that he fell behind. After a while, I looked back; he was following a good ten yards behind me. Not what I had asked, but good enough.
Ryou's house was on the way to the store. Why couldn't I have asked *him* to go with me...? He would have been much more company than Marik. Even Bakura would have been an improvement.
I wasn't paying attention to anything at the moment: probably the reason that I ran into Ryou. "Gomen," I said quickly, realizing who I had bumped in to.
"It's alright," Ryou said quickly.
"Where are you going so early in the morning?" I asked, trying to spark up some conversation. It was so lonely out here with no one to talk to.
"I was just taking a walk to clear my thoughts, and," he smiled, "to get away from Bakura."
I smiled back. "Yeah. Bakura really is a fuck head."
I thought that this might get a smile out of Ryou, but it made him frown a bit. "You know, technically we're the same person..."
Hmm... He's never been touchy on this subject before...
"So?" I don't know what made me say it... Probably my being so tired and confused at the same time.
For a while, Ryou didn't say anything. He just fiddled with something in his pocket.
"What's that?" I asked, trying to be friendly again.
Ryou didn't say anything. He just reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife.
"Where'd you get that?" My eyes widened as I stared at it. That thing looked sharp enough to cut through steel!
"Bakura," he stated simply.
"That fuck head! Why would he let you have that?"
He frowned again. "I still don't like you calling my yami a fuck head. He might be one, but that gives you no right to rub it in my face...especially since we're the same person..."
"Well then, what should I call him?! If he gives you knives to play with, then he shouldn't be here on this planet!"
Too late I saw the anger well up in Ryou. He didn't get angry often, but when he did, he just kind of exploded.
He raised the knife above his head, looking almost Bakuraish, and jabbed it right into my throat.
It felt like a million hot needles had jabbed into my skin and had caught fire. I tried to scream against the pain, but the knife had hit my vocal cords and they wouldn't work.
"That's for calling Bakura a fuck head," Ryou sneered.
A blood bubble rose from my throat and into my mouth. Darkness began to swoop around my brain, and the world began to spin.
"And by the way," he whispered into my ear as my life began to fade, "Bakura didn't give me this knife: I took it." He grinned sadistically as the bubble from my throat popped, splattering his face with blood.
The dark completely closed in around me, suffocating me with its horror.
I was dead.
:-O (...It's screaming... It's OK... I don't get it either... oO;)
Mystical Knight Dragon: And there's chapter seven... Not as much angst and gore in there as I wanted, but it was already becoming quite lengthy...
Marikay: So? Do you really think that anyone cares?!
Mystical Knight Dragon: ...Shut up... And now, to thank my reviewers! ^__^ Special thanks to: Kitten (^-^), Fuzzle (Yea! You read it! And liked it! *kind of amazed*), Sk8ErGuRl (I made the officer gay because I was bored... I was sitting next to Bill and I just randomly turned to him and said, "Should I make him gay or not?" He just kind of looked at me funny and just said, "I have no idea what you're talking about, but OK..." So I made him gay! ^__^ Besides, Bakura could turn any man gay... oO;), and Marikzgal4eva (I think I R&R'd your story, but I don't remember... If I didn't, then yell at me in a review or something, and I'll go do that...)! Thanks guys! You're the best!
Baku: Take note of their goodness, and please review!!! *offers coconuts to anyone who reviews*
Marikay: ...That's an odd bribe...
Baku: ...Shut up...
[1] Argh! It was just so tempting to bash her into the ground! Gah! I should've... XP
[2] "Moshi moshi" is "hello" in Japanese, although it is only used when talking on the phone... o_O
[3] A fierce, bloodthirsty baboon god. ^__^ I had to put that in here. Heh... Baboon... ^-^
[4] "Arigato" means "thank you" in Japanese.
