Innocence?
Mystical Knight Dragon: Here's another chapter for you! The chapter title is a bit odd, but that's OK... Or is it...? I'm a bit tired right now, so if I begin to abandon angst and go into randomness humor that no one understands, you are now forewarned...
Marikay: Special thanks to the reviewers! I'd thank them here, but the computer screwed up royally... It says that there are only nineteen reviews when the authoress received twenty-one through the review alert thingy. Being the idiot that she is (MKD: *glare*), she deleted the ones that she had gotten through e-mail and, therefore, lost two reviews. She is exceptionally sorry and hopes that they will turn up soon.
Baku: *gives pens that actually write to the reviewers* Thank you! And I hope Mystical Knight Dragon's idiocy doesn't hinder you from giving any more reviews!
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Chapter 9: Shocking Reality
~*~Yami's POV~*~
An annoying buzzing sound bored its way through my head as I lay upon the comfy bed in my soul room, jerking me from my peaceful slumber. My hand shot from underneath the warm covers and whacked the alarm clock so that it turned off. I looked at the time and saw that it was only four forty-five in the morning.
Now that I was awake, I couldn't fall back to sleep. And then I remembered why I had set the damn alarm clock that Yugi had given me to such an early time: it was my hikari's birthday, and he still hadn't prepared anything. I slipped on some clothes and went out of the puzzle into the real world.
My hikari lay sleeping in his bed like a sleeping angel, and the puzzle lay on the nightstand beside him. Too bad I had to wake him up... I opened up the window. Maybe the sense of insecurity of having an open window would wake him up. Minutes later found that it didn't...so I approached the task at hand with a different strategy.
I gently shook my hikari's shoulder to try to wake him, but to no avail. "Yugi!" I called softly into his ear. Not even a small stir. "Yugi!" I said a bit more sharply. "Wake up! You need to get ready for your party!" Still no movement, and I needed to get my hair done...and take a shower...and brush my teeth...and... "Yugi! Don't make me push you off the bed!"
I thought I saw his eyes open a little, but this was too good a chance to miss. I pushed him onto the floor with all my might. He rubbed his head in pain, which made me laugh. "I told you that I was going to push you if you didn't get up!" I went to his closet, grabbed some clothes, and threw it on top of him.
Then I went to the bathroom to try to tackle my hair. Screw a shower...I had already taken one last night. I got most of the hair gel out, but some of it was still there. Oh well...I was just adding more to it...
I grabbed the bottle of hair get, squeezed some into my hands, and stuck it in my hair. It slopped all over the place, but at least most of it landed in my hair...
Suddenly I realized that I didn't hear any noise coming from Yugi's room. 'Oh shit. He's better not be asleep again...'
Sure enough, when I walked in his room, he was in the exact same position he was in when I had left. "YUGI!!!!" I yelled at him. "DON'T YOU DARE FALL BACK TO SLEEP!!!!" I knew he was already sleeping, but I just had so much fun yelling... His eyes jerked open, and I don't think that your pupils are supposed to dilate that quickly...
/Gosh, Yami... Don't throw a hissy fit.../ He smiled at me when he stood up, implying that it was a joke, but I still felt like a loser who overreacted. I hate that feeling.
I heard him think to himself how amazed he was that he had forgotten his own birthday party. //How could you forget that today's your sixteenth birthday?// I walked into the bathroom to put some more gel in my hair.
"I have no idea," he told me aloud as he let out a very large yawn. "Yami, what time is it?"
Huh. That was a strange and out-of-the-blue question... Ah well... I glanced at the clock out in the hall and studied it for a few seconds. I never have been fond of clocks. I'd rather tell time with the sun. Still, people were making me learn... "About five fifteen," I said calmly before trying to tackle my hair again.
Yugi's toothbrush clanked into the sink splattering toothpaste everywhere. Shit. I'd have to clean that up later. Why was I always the one with the bathroom chores...? "FIFVE FIFTEEN?!?!" Yugi hollered, probably waking up the whole town. "ARE YOU CRAZY?! I COULD BE SLEEPING RIGHT NOW!!!!"
I opened my mouth to say something, but Sugoroku [1] Motou beat me to it: "Like I'm trying to do."
"Sorry!" Yugi yelled back.
"That's alright," Sugoroku yawned. "I needed a wake-up call anyway." Huh...that's the complete opposite of Yugi...
/I still think you should have let me sleep in today.../ I couldn't answer him. All my concentration was focused on applying gel to my hair. One stubborn little piece wouldn't stay in place. Either Yugi didn't notice what I was doing or he didn't care; whichever way, he began talking to me again via link: /It's Saturday...*and* it's my birthday!/ Oh well... Might as well answer him in case he keeps talking...
//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!/ Ha! That's hardly an excuse! He's had almost a month to work on it! I chose not to tell him that and just went back to tackling my hair while Yugi took his shower.
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At seven forty-five, my hair was still being a royal pain in the ass. I heard Yugi making fun of me by asking who I was trying to impress. //Keep your nose in your own business.// It's almost kind of fun reading his thoughts that he's not purposely sending to him...
/Hurry up, Yami! Your toast is burning!/ Oh, shit! He'd better not be joking! If he is, I'll rip out his aorta and take pleasure watching the blood spray everywhere... Ok, maybe not...but that's not the point I'm trying to make here...
I ran into the kitchen and saw that he wasn't joking. That Ra damned toaster or whatever it's called was smoking where I had placed the piece of bread in it about three minutes before. "Damn it!" I grabbed the piece of toast, which had little flames dancing around on its blackened surface. Apparently, hair gel is flammable, and I just so happened to have quite a bit still left on my hands. "Shit!" I yelled as my hand began to catch fire.
"Yami! You know that Grandpa's going to kill me if he hears those words!" Huh. Yugi's hand must've never caught fire before or else he wouldn't be saying that.
I stuck my hand under some water as Sugoroku came thundering into the room, yelling at Yugi about "bad words" or whatever. I always tune him out if he's not talking to me. Although, I have a feeling he's not going to be quiet for a while, and my head was beginning to pound from the pain of the fire reaching my flesh.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Motou," I said, trying to get one last flame to go out. "It's my fault, not Yugi's."
I heard Yugi think something about me never standing up for him. My patience was wearing thin, but so was my ability to think straight... //Shut up, aibou.//
"Well then..." Sugoroku started. I tuned him out again...
'Whoa,' I heard my hikari think. 'That was so unfair... I don't get let off, but Yami does?!' Huh... I got let off... How nice...
//That's just the way life goes.//
"I'm going to go," he told me, pouring his cereal in the sink.
"Where?"
"What do you mean, 'where'?" Well isn't 'where' kind of an obvious word? It means...where... Huh... I've never really thought about what it means... [2] "To the store to buy food! You can't have a party without food!"
Well, sorry my brain isn't working correctly this morning, especially since it CAUGHT FIRE! Still...Yugi usually doesn't go anywhere without anyone... "Do you want me to come with you?" I asked. With that, he burst into giggles. Huh... Giggle... That's a funny word...
"Don't you want to fix up your hair a bit first?" he asked.
Hair...? Oh yeah! Hair! ...Maybe I'd better get some sleep... I stuck my hand in my hair and found it coated with excess gel. Okay...maybe I did want to fix my hair... "Alright...go without me. I'll meet you there." Yeah right... I was going to go right to sleep. "But bring someone with you. I don't want you out there all by yourself." I didn't mean to say it the way I did, but I meant it. It's a cold, cruel world out there full of pickpockets and thieves...and Yugi's size would make him an obvious target.
"Fine..." he sighed after a while.
I heard him go through friends in his mind. Tristan...Téa...Joey...Ryou...Kaiba...Isis... He stopped there and reached for the phone.
//It's number five on the speed dial.// I told him, going to the bathroom to remove some of the gel from my hair.
/Thanks Yami./ Good. No questions. /Umm...Yami?/ Damn. I spoke too soon. /*Why* is her number on speed dial?/ Heh... Like I'm going to tell him. I cleaned my hair in two seconds, went to Yugi's bedroom, dropped onto his bed, and fell right to sleep.
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"Yami?" a voice called out in my subconscious mind. Ugh... I'm too tired to pay attention right now... "Yami?" the voice called again. I don't want to wake up! I'm too tired! "Yami! Wake up!" Well... There was no avoiding it now... Might as well actually wake up...
My eyes fluttered open to reveal a very freaked out looking Sugoroku. "What's up?" I muttered while trying to wake up a bit more.
"Where's Yugi?" he asked immediately upon realizing I was awake.
"He went to the store with Marik." I let out a particularly large yawn. "Why?"
"When did he leave?" Sugoroku asked, not answering my question.
"Around seven forty-five... Why?"
"Yami... It's eleven o'clock..."
I bolted up in the bed. *Eleven o'clock*?!?! What the hell?! How did it get to be so late?! And then comprehension dawned...
"Where's Yugi?" Sugoroku and I both asked the other at the same time.
I jumped up and was halfway to the door when Sugoroku asked me where I was going. "I'm going to find him!" I answered. *If anything's happened to him, I'll never be able to forgive myself...*
In about half a minute I was outside the Turtle Game Shop and shivering my ass off. Sure leather *looks* warm, but most of the time it isn't...especially when there's not much on you to begin with...
Now to find a lead on where he might be...
//Yugi?// No answer. //Yugi!// Silence. //Shit! Yugi! Answer me! Please!// Damn it! *Why isn't he answering...?*
I ran as fast as I could to the store that I believed he was going to. I saw Tristan, Téa, and Joey walking towards the Game Shop for Yugi's party. They shot me a questioning look, but I ignored them completely. My whole attention was focused on finding my hikari no matter what.
I saw Bakura holding a squirming Ryou up ahead looking at a dumpster. Yugi had always hated that alleyway... Wait a minute... Bakura was *holding* Ryou?! What the hell was going on?!
I walked up to them to see if they could help me find Yugi. Bakura obviously didn't see me, for he backed up right into me. "What's up guys?" I asked as innocently as possible, trying to keep my nerves down.
Ryou looked up at me. His eyes seemed cold and empty and full of fear. He rolled out of Bakura's arms and hit the pavement with a sickening THUMP. Blood squirted from his head, and he ran off down the street without any word of explanation.
I looked at Bakura for an explanation. "Bakura? Are you all right?"
Bakura looked up at me and fear screamed from every inch of his face. He began to back away from me, but stopped when he heard someone yelling from across the street:
"There he is!" a man screeched out. "The one who killed the little one!"
Bakura raised an eyebrow at the man, completely forgetting I was there and abandoning all fear. Something seemed to be very wrong. "Pardon?" Bakura asked the man. Yup. Something was definitely wrong...
The man began speaking again: "You killed the little guy! He has a knife in his neck and is placed in that dumpster!" Bakura having a knife was completely normal, but usually he wandered around bragging that he had *killed* someone... Then again, he did look a bit guilty... But still...
'A dead body?' I found myself thinking. I looked over at the alleyway. "In *that* dumpster?!' Curiosity seized me, and I found myself wandering over there to take a look. Bakura was speaking again, but I had no idea what he was saying: I was too intent on knowing what was going on. I had a feeling that what lay in the dumpster was the reason for Ryou and Bakura's strangeness.
The dumpster seemed so far away and yet so close at the same time, and yet I had reached it in only a matter of seconds. The lid creaked open and needed two hands and my full attention to open it. Once that task was completed, I looked over and saw my hikari lying there devoid of any sign of life. What was everyone playing at...? Was this some kind of joke...? If it was, then it wasn't a very good joke.
I tried to find a pulse, but when my fingers brushed against the knife in his neck, I knew that it was true: he was dead. There was no saving him. My eyes filled with tears, but not so much as to not take another glance at the knife shoved through his neck. I recognized it immediately: it was mine, no doubt stolen from my tomb. Bakura...
My tears of sorrow were quickly replaced by tears of fury and hatred. How could anyone do this to my light?! I picked Yugi up and voiced my question aloud to Bakura.
The former tomb robber looked up, fear replaced with what looked like confusion. He seemed as if he was going to contradict it, but the man across the street spoke sooner:
"Don't deny it! I saw you!" If I needed any more proof that Bakura had killed my light, it was that. Part of the wall next to me was crumbling apart. I seized up a brick and smashed it as hard as I could, knocking him out and making blood trickle from the gaping wound.
Somewhere along the way, someone called the policemen or whatever they were called seeing as how I wouldn't: I wouldn't get up from my hikari no matter what.
Bakura regained consciousness at some point... Sorrow was again replaced by rage. He asked me what happened, so I pointed to the brick that had split upon his head and grinned sadistically. Bakura put his hand to his head and realized that he was bleeding. Stupid mother fucking tomb robber... There was another brick sticking out of the wall, so I pulled it out and raised it above my head. "Stay in hell, baka," I shrieked in a voice that was not mine. His hands shot over his head to cover it. Just as I was going to smash it down into his head, one of those policemen came and tapped me on the shoulder.
"What happened here?" he asked.
"This jackass just killed my hikari with a knife that he had stolen from my tomb!" I shouted angrily at him, forgetting that he probably didn't know what a hikari was or what I meant by my tomb.
"But I didn't!" Bakura retorted.
I glowered at him. How dare he say that! I felt my forehead grow hot where the Eye of Horus shone through. Bakura gulped and allowed himself to be led away. Huh... He couldn't have been frightened enough to let *that* happen... I looked over and saw Marik, who slipped back into the shadows. How could he have let this happen? How dare he show his face?! Why?! I then broke down into sobs again, thoroughly soaking Yugi's shirt...
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Mystical Knight Dragon: And there's chappie eight for you! The next chappie is going to be, again, from Marik's point of view, and then I'll bring it back to the main plot with Ryou's point of view. After that, I'm lost and don't know what's going to happen. Well, I know some things that will happen... *evil grin*
Marikay: She's going to ship Ryou off to the---
Mystical Knight Dragon: Shut up, you stupid muse! Don't give it away!
Marikay: XP
Baku: ...Pwease review!
Indie: Review and you get a lollypop! Flame and you get to be burned with it! *evil grin*
[1] I like saying "Sugoroku" better than "Solomon" or "Grandpa", which, by the way, are all the same things. Not quite synonyms as much as...meaning the same... oO;
[2] No, seriously... Can you really give a definition to "where"? It's such a relative word...
Mystical Knight Dragon: Here's another chapter for you! The chapter title is a bit odd, but that's OK... Or is it...? I'm a bit tired right now, so if I begin to abandon angst and go into randomness humor that no one understands, you are now forewarned...
Marikay: Special thanks to the reviewers! I'd thank them here, but the computer screwed up royally... It says that there are only nineteen reviews when the authoress received twenty-one through the review alert thingy. Being the idiot that she is (MKD: *glare*), she deleted the ones that she had gotten through e-mail and, therefore, lost two reviews. She is exceptionally sorry and hopes that they will turn up soon.
Baku: *gives pens that actually write to the reviewers* Thank you! And I hope Mystical Knight Dragon's idiocy doesn't hinder you from giving any more reviews!
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Chapter 9: Shocking Reality
~*~Yami's POV~*~
An annoying buzzing sound bored its way through my head as I lay upon the comfy bed in my soul room, jerking me from my peaceful slumber. My hand shot from underneath the warm covers and whacked the alarm clock so that it turned off. I looked at the time and saw that it was only four forty-five in the morning.
Now that I was awake, I couldn't fall back to sleep. And then I remembered why I had set the damn alarm clock that Yugi had given me to such an early time: it was my hikari's birthday, and he still hadn't prepared anything. I slipped on some clothes and went out of the puzzle into the real world.
My hikari lay sleeping in his bed like a sleeping angel, and the puzzle lay on the nightstand beside him. Too bad I had to wake him up... I opened up the window. Maybe the sense of insecurity of having an open window would wake him up. Minutes later found that it didn't...so I approached the task at hand with a different strategy.
I gently shook my hikari's shoulder to try to wake him, but to no avail. "Yugi!" I called softly into his ear. Not even a small stir. "Yugi!" I said a bit more sharply. "Wake up! You need to get ready for your party!" Still no movement, and I needed to get my hair done...and take a shower...and brush my teeth...and... "Yugi! Don't make me push you off the bed!"
I thought I saw his eyes open a little, but this was too good a chance to miss. I pushed him onto the floor with all my might. He rubbed his head in pain, which made me laugh. "I told you that I was going to push you if you didn't get up!" I went to his closet, grabbed some clothes, and threw it on top of him.
Then I went to the bathroom to try to tackle my hair. Screw a shower...I had already taken one last night. I got most of the hair gel out, but some of it was still there. Oh well...I was just adding more to it...
I grabbed the bottle of hair get, squeezed some into my hands, and stuck it in my hair. It slopped all over the place, but at least most of it landed in my hair...
Suddenly I realized that I didn't hear any noise coming from Yugi's room. 'Oh shit. He's better not be asleep again...'
Sure enough, when I walked in his room, he was in the exact same position he was in when I had left. "YUGI!!!!" I yelled at him. "DON'T YOU DARE FALL BACK TO SLEEP!!!!" I knew he was already sleeping, but I just had so much fun yelling... His eyes jerked open, and I don't think that your pupils are supposed to dilate that quickly...
/Gosh, Yami... Don't throw a hissy fit.../ He smiled at me when he stood up, implying that it was a joke, but I still felt like a loser who overreacted. I hate that feeling.
I heard him think to himself how amazed he was that he had forgotten his own birthday party. //How could you forget that today's your sixteenth birthday?// I walked into the bathroom to put some more gel in my hair.
"I have no idea," he told me aloud as he let out a very large yawn. "Yami, what time is it?"
Huh. That was a strange and out-of-the-blue question... Ah well... I glanced at the clock out in the hall and studied it for a few seconds. I never have been fond of clocks. I'd rather tell time with the sun. Still, people were making me learn... "About five fifteen," I said calmly before trying to tackle my hair again.
Yugi's toothbrush clanked into the sink splattering toothpaste everywhere. Shit. I'd have to clean that up later. Why was I always the one with the bathroom chores...? "FIFVE FIFTEEN?!?!" Yugi hollered, probably waking up the whole town. "ARE YOU CRAZY?! I COULD BE SLEEPING RIGHT NOW!!!!"
I opened my mouth to say something, but Sugoroku [1] Motou beat me to it: "Like I'm trying to do."
"Sorry!" Yugi yelled back.
"That's alright," Sugoroku yawned. "I needed a wake-up call anyway." Huh...that's the complete opposite of Yugi...
/I still think you should have let me sleep in today.../ I couldn't answer him. All my concentration was focused on applying gel to my hair. One stubborn little piece wouldn't stay in place. Either Yugi didn't notice what I was doing or he didn't care; whichever way, he began talking to me again via link: /It's Saturday...*and* it's my birthday!/ Oh well... Might as well answer him in case he keeps talking...
//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!/ Ha! That's hardly an excuse! He's had almost a month to work on it! I chose not to tell him that and just went back to tackling my hair while Yugi took his shower.
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At seven forty-five, my hair was still being a royal pain in the ass. I heard Yugi making fun of me by asking who I was trying to impress. //Keep your nose in your own business.// It's almost kind of fun reading his thoughts that he's not purposely sending to him...
/Hurry up, Yami! Your toast is burning!/ Oh, shit! He'd better not be joking! If he is, I'll rip out his aorta and take pleasure watching the blood spray everywhere... Ok, maybe not...but that's not the point I'm trying to make here...
I ran into the kitchen and saw that he wasn't joking. That Ra damned toaster or whatever it's called was smoking where I had placed the piece of bread in it about three minutes before. "Damn it!" I grabbed the piece of toast, which had little flames dancing around on its blackened surface. Apparently, hair gel is flammable, and I just so happened to have quite a bit still left on my hands. "Shit!" I yelled as my hand began to catch fire.
"Yami! You know that Grandpa's going to kill me if he hears those words!" Huh. Yugi's hand must've never caught fire before or else he wouldn't be saying that.
I stuck my hand under some water as Sugoroku came thundering into the room, yelling at Yugi about "bad words" or whatever. I always tune him out if he's not talking to me. Although, I have a feeling he's not going to be quiet for a while, and my head was beginning to pound from the pain of the fire reaching my flesh.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Motou," I said, trying to get one last flame to go out. "It's my fault, not Yugi's."
I heard Yugi think something about me never standing up for him. My patience was wearing thin, but so was my ability to think straight... //Shut up, aibou.//
"Well then..." Sugoroku started. I tuned him out again...
'Whoa,' I heard my hikari think. 'That was so unfair... I don't get let off, but Yami does?!' Huh... I got let off... How nice...
//That's just the way life goes.//
"I'm going to go," he told me, pouring his cereal in the sink.
"Where?"
"What do you mean, 'where'?" Well isn't 'where' kind of an obvious word? It means...where... Huh... I've never really thought about what it means... [2] "To the store to buy food! You can't have a party without food!"
Well, sorry my brain isn't working correctly this morning, especially since it CAUGHT FIRE! Still...Yugi usually doesn't go anywhere without anyone... "Do you want me to come with you?" I asked. With that, he burst into giggles. Huh... Giggle... That's a funny word...
"Don't you want to fix up your hair a bit first?" he asked.
Hair...? Oh yeah! Hair! ...Maybe I'd better get some sleep... I stuck my hand in my hair and found it coated with excess gel. Okay...maybe I did want to fix my hair... "Alright...go without me. I'll meet you there." Yeah right... I was going to go right to sleep. "But bring someone with you. I don't want you out there all by yourself." I didn't mean to say it the way I did, but I meant it. It's a cold, cruel world out there full of pickpockets and thieves...and Yugi's size would make him an obvious target.
"Fine..." he sighed after a while.
I heard him go through friends in his mind. Tristan...Téa...Joey...Ryou...Kaiba...Isis... He stopped there and reached for the phone.
//It's number five on the speed dial.// I told him, going to the bathroom to remove some of the gel from my hair.
/Thanks Yami./ Good. No questions. /Umm...Yami?/ Damn. I spoke too soon. /*Why* is her number on speed dial?/ Heh... Like I'm going to tell him. I cleaned my hair in two seconds, went to Yugi's bedroom, dropped onto his bed, and fell right to sleep.
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"Yami?" a voice called out in my subconscious mind. Ugh... I'm too tired to pay attention right now... "Yami?" the voice called again. I don't want to wake up! I'm too tired! "Yami! Wake up!" Well... There was no avoiding it now... Might as well actually wake up...
My eyes fluttered open to reveal a very freaked out looking Sugoroku. "What's up?" I muttered while trying to wake up a bit more.
"Where's Yugi?" he asked immediately upon realizing I was awake.
"He went to the store with Marik." I let out a particularly large yawn. "Why?"
"When did he leave?" Sugoroku asked, not answering my question.
"Around seven forty-five... Why?"
"Yami... It's eleven o'clock..."
I bolted up in the bed. *Eleven o'clock*?!?! What the hell?! How did it get to be so late?! And then comprehension dawned...
"Where's Yugi?" Sugoroku and I both asked the other at the same time.
I jumped up and was halfway to the door when Sugoroku asked me where I was going. "I'm going to find him!" I answered. *If anything's happened to him, I'll never be able to forgive myself...*
In about half a minute I was outside the Turtle Game Shop and shivering my ass off. Sure leather *looks* warm, but most of the time it isn't...especially when there's not much on you to begin with...
Now to find a lead on where he might be...
//Yugi?// No answer. //Yugi!// Silence. //Shit! Yugi! Answer me! Please!// Damn it! *Why isn't he answering...?*
I ran as fast as I could to the store that I believed he was going to. I saw Tristan, Téa, and Joey walking towards the Game Shop for Yugi's party. They shot me a questioning look, but I ignored them completely. My whole attention was focused on finding my hikari no matter what.
I saw Bakura holding a squirming Ryou up ahead looking at a dumpster. Yugi had always hated that alleyway... Wait a minute... Bakura was *holding* Ryou?! What the hell was going on?!
I walked up to them to see if they could help me find Yugi. Bakura obviously didn't see me, for he backed up right into me. "What's up guys?" I asked as innocently as possible, trying to keep my nerves down.
Ryou looked up at me. His eyes seemed cold and empty and full of fear. He rolled out of Bakura's arms and hit the pavement with a sickening THUMP. Blood squirted from his head, and he ran off down the street without any word of explanation.
I looked at Bakura for an explanation. "Bakura? Are you all right?"
Bakura looked up at me and fear screamed from every inch of his face. He began to back away from me, but stopped when he heard someone yelling from across the street:
"There he is!" a man screeched out. "The one who killed the little one!"
Bakura raised an eyebrow at the man, completely forgetting I was there and abandoning all fear. Something seemed to be very wrong. "Pardon?" Bakura asked the man. Yup. Something was definitely wrong...
The man began speaking again: "You killed the little guy! He has a knife in his neck and is placed in that dumpster!" Bakura having a knife was completely normal, but usually he wandered around bragging that he had *killed* someone... Then again, he did look a bit guilty... But still...
'A dead body?' I found myself thinking. I looked over at the alleyway. "In *that* dumpster?!' Curiosity seized me, and I found myself wandering over there to take a look. Bakura was speaking again, but I had no idea what he was saying: I was too intent on knowing what was going on. I had a feeling that what lay in the dumpster was the reason for Ryou and Bakura's strangeness.
The dumpster seemed so far away and yet so close at the same time, and yet I had reached it in only a matter of seconds. The lid creaked open and needed two hands and my full attention to open it. Once that task was completed, I looked over and saw my hikari lying there devoid of any sign of life. What was everyone playing at...? Was this some kind of joke...? If it was, then it wasn't a very good joke.
I tried to find a pulse, but when my fingers brushed against the knife in his neck, I knew that it was true: he was dead. There was no saving him. My eyes filled with tears, but not so much as to not take another glance at the knife shoved through his neck. I recognized it immediately: it was mine, no doubt stolen from my tomb. Bakura...
My tears of sorrow were quickly replaced by tears of fury and hatred. How could anyone do this to my light?! I picked Yugi up and voiced my question aloud to Bakura.
The former tomb robber looked up, fear replaced with what looked like confusion. He seemed as if he was going to contradict it, but the man across the street spoke sooner:
"Don't deny it! I saw you!" If I needed any more proof that Bakura had killed my light, it was that. Part of the wall next to me was crumbling apart. I seized up a brick and smashed it as hard as I could, knocking him out and making blood trickle from the gaping wound.
Somewhere along the way, someone called the policemen or whatever they were called seeing as how I wouldn't: I wouldn't get up from my hikari no matter what.
Bakura regained consciousness at some point... Sorrow was again replaced by rage. He asked me what happened, so I pointed to the brick that had split upon his head and grinned sadistically. Bakura put his hand to his head and realized that he was bleeding. Stupid mother fucking tomb robber... There was another brick sticking out of the wall, so I pulled it out and raised it above my head. "Stay in hell, baka," I shrieked in a voice that was not mine. His hands shot over his head to cover it. Just as I was going to smash it down into his head, one of those policemen came and tapped me on the shoulder.
"What happened here?" he asked.
"This jackass just killed my hikari with a knife that he had stolen from my tomb!" I shouted angrily at him, forgetting that he probably didn't know what a hikari was or what I meant by my tomb.
"But I didn't!" Bakura retorted.
I glowered at him. How dare he say that! I felt my forehead grow hot where the Eye of Horus shone through. Bakura gulped and allowed himself to be led away. Huh... He couldn't have been frightened enough to let *that* happen... I looked over and saw Marik, who slipped back into the shadows. How could he have let this happen? How dare he show his face?! Why?! I then broke down into sobs again, thoroughly soaking Yugi's shirt...
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Mystical Knight Dragon: And there's chappie eight for you! The next chappie is going to be, again, from Marik's point of view, and then I'll bring it back to the main plot with Ryou's point of view. After that, I'm lost and don't know what's going to happen. Well, I know some things that will happen... *evil grin*
Marikay: She's going to ship Ryou off to the---
Mystical Knight Dragon: Shut up, you stupid muse! Don't give it away!
Marikay: XP
Baku: ...Pwease review!
Indie: Review and you get a lollypop! Flame and you get to be burned with it! *evil grin*
[1] I like saying "Sugoroku" better than "Solomon" or "Grandpa", which, by the way, are all the same things. Not quite synonyms as much as...meaning the same... oO;
[2] No, seriously... Can you really give a definition to "where"? It's such a relative word...
