Author's Note: No shounen-ai implications here people, just a lil' fun is all. Thanks!
Entry 14
"I'm a first aider, can I help you?" Remain calm, take charge. Perform a rapid scene survey. Perform ABC's, do rapid body check. If casualty has no breath or no airway, do not delay, perform AR. If casualty has no breath or airway and has no pulse, perform CPR. Head tilt chin lift; give initial two breaths in a five-second interval. Landmark using the closest set of ribs and position hands firmly on sternum. Give 15 compressions. Reposition head and repeat until casualty's pulse has returned. Call for medical help.
"Okay, lets see now, I have to put my mouth to the dummy like this and then breath in, oh wait, I forgot to put the lungs in, all well, I'll do it later. Wait, wait, there, now the head's on the right way around. Two breaths. One, two. Okay now what do I do? Head tilt chin lift. What, I was supposed to do that first? What the.... Okay, head tilt chin lift, done. Two breaths, done. Now landmark on which set of ribs, the right one or left one? Ummumum, closest to me, fine then that's the right set. Wait where's the sternum? Ugh, have to flip back to page 29, there. 15 compressions, one and two and three and four and..... there. Reposition head and repeat until casualty's pulse has returned? When do I know that? This is a dummy! What are you laughing at?"
"........"
"No really, does this look like fun and games to you? It can actually save someone's life someday."
"........"
"Humph, fine, now anyways where was I? Oh yeah, head tilt chin lift wait is that, is that gum? Uhck, that's sick! I can't believe they sent me one with gum stuck in its mouth. Oh no, did I remember to sterilize mouth, oh yeah, yeah I did. Whew, eww, but it's so, I don't want to do this anymore."
"Hahahahahumhumhum......"
"What are you staring at?"
He turns away. Grrr.
"Anyways, maybe I can do the compression part of it. One and two and three and four and five and one and two and three and four and ten and one... is it just me or is this thing getting harder to push down? Uggggggh, uggggggh. Yes.....huhuhuh definitely...... huhuhuhuhu getting h-harder. I need water, yami can you get me a glass of water?"
Tough work. Too many things to know. Too, much to memorize. And too tired to do it all in a matter of days. I'm not exactly tired from the First Aid course, although it does play a part in it (especially the CPR lesson) but more so in fact due to... recent events.
"Hey thanks, ack! Hot, hot hot! My tuhungue, my tuhungue. Yami this is hot water! /sigh/ Well maybe it's not your fault. I don't know; we should have done the sink as well. I thought that was implied though 'cause it's so straightforward but I guess I was wrong."
Did he grin? No way.
Okay, now back to the dummy. I looked down at the thing in disgust. Can't believe I missed something as obvious as the huge wad of cherry-pink gum stuck to the side of the thing's mouth. He must have caught my expression because the amused little grin once again crept onto his face. Lucky he gets to lounge on the couch while I'm gasping here on the carpet.
"And this," he pointed to the dummy waving his forefinger at it, "This... apparatus is going to help you save a person's life." He made the last part sound like some sort of unfunny joke.
I sighed, "Yes." Here comes another story.
"Alright."
See?
"Okay, well the mannequin, that's this down here," /Point/ "Doesn't do anything, it's only here for me to practice on so when a real person IS injured, I'll know exactly what to do. That's why it looks like a person, see? Well, sort of. But yeah, you get the point right?"
He nodded, but there was a question floating around in his mind somewhere, waiting to be caught in a net.
"What is it?"
"Well," he suddenly put on a serious expression, "You mean this is for practice and in reality, you'll perform this exact same procedure?"
Nod.
"The exact same."
Nod. Nod.
"Exactly."
"Yes!"
He grinned and struggled to stifle laughter like some sort of schoolgirl. Damn, I should have known.
I heaved a sigh, "It's to save a life, yami, and that it's."
I could see he was trying to keep himself together but unfortunately it wasn't working so well and he became a tomato trying to hold it all in.
I am a mature and responsible person. "You know; if a big fat old bald man was to go into cardiac arrest I'd have to do it to him."
He stopped and grimaced.
I nodded, pretending to look dead serious. "Cause it's more likely for men to experience them than women."
"Really now?" He looked at the dummy intrigued.
I couldn't help but smile. As serious and dark as my yami is, there's always this hidden childish side to him that only comes out to play once in a while. I supposed like anyone, he's fascinated with new and different things and takes interests in something he's never experienced before. The modern world is his playground. And even more so now that, well I think it's pretty obvious.
It was about three days after I found him blasting his soulroom into smithereens. Apparently when he said "redecorating" he meant "destroying his soulroom altogether and leaving a pile of rubble for someone else to take care of." And of course, I did nothing and he eventually picked up the pieces himself. I hadn't quite understood why he went through so much trouble to do that when he could have left it the way it was and gone back to just sit and think or whatnot when he wanted to.
In a way I kind of caught the hint. He didn't want to go back. But I understood why he'd never want to go back to such an ominous place anyways. The soul room seemed to reek of death and depression, so much so that I felt a surge of gloominess hit me like a tidal wave every time a set foot in there. No wonder he always appeared so sad when we spoke. Come to think of it, the soulroom itself was created via his own soul which meant it reflected his own character and emotions. The room did not make him that way; he made the room that way. Then he must've felt right at home. Right?
Not exactly. My yami was one to keep things to himself so I don't know the whole story but fragments of information drifting through own mind-link gave me an overall impression as to why. Poor yami, he was so sick and tired of the gloominess, the depression, the darkness, and the five millennia of nothingness that he just wanted out as quickly and efficiently as possible. And I am definitely not one to blame him, even if it meant destroying his soulroom to do so. I guess it's something to be glad about. This change meant a second chance to live a normal (almost normal) life. This may not be Ancient Egypt but the air still smells as sweet and the sun still rises in the East and settles in the West. It certainly beats anything the item can provide. The hikari/yami bond is doing wonders for us, I'm actually happy for him.
When is comes to how he got the body, the secret's locked up in an airtight box and tossed into the sea. The only evidence I found was an old raggedy scroll containing faded Arabic text lying on the ground in front of his soulroom. It hadn't meant much to me considering I couldn't interpret the script and I didn't have any evidence pointing to what it could have been for but to make a wild guess, I'd say he used the thing to conjure himself up a body.
The weird thing about the scroll was that the words literally disintegrated as soon as I unrolled it. They just faded into thin air, leaving me holding nothing but the blank piece of parchment. It was actually kind of cool in a weird sort of way. Like Harry Potter. Mischief managed.
And what mischief it was. I woke up that morning to find him sitting at my desk staring at me. Of course opening your eyes to anyone watching you would be really unnerving but my yami as a solid being almost sent me through the roof. And this not mentioning the fact he'd raided my closet and thrown my clothes everywhere.
Step one was to convince myself I had fully awaken and lower my heart rate from 120 beats per minute down to its regular rate. Step two was to somehow convince sofu and omaasan to let him stay without too much suspicion. And so I covered him up with as many layers as possible, topped it off with a hood and scarf to hide his head and face, the former would definitely have aroused suspicion, and used the foreign exchange student from Canada excuse. (A/N: Not to offend Canadians, I'm actually one myself.)
Omaasan was taken back by the sudden extra casualty having actually believed my story and sofu just gave him a long, hard stare and grunted as if knowing exactly what I've been up to but somehow had expected it or didn't care. The process went by more smoothly than I'd hoped; almost too easy. Meh, I had nothing to complain about. I tried making my yami get his hair cut so it would look at least slightly different from mine but it just grew back to the way it had been before. Unusually quickly I might add. So he does still have some magic.
To make up for the almost effortless introduction of my yami to my guardians, I went through, okay fine I'll say it, hell trying to get him adjusted to the real, tangible world. The entire time I gritted my teeth trying to convince myself it was all for the best when in reality, I wanted to shove him back into the item and lock him in the decimated soulroom for another couple of thousand years. I think it being that bad is the message here.
My yami broke everything, everything of mine from figurines, to electronics, even to my 700-page hardcover books. I mean, how can you break a book? Well he showed the book to me, with each half in each hand, both of which held part of the word 'Shakespeare.' Yeah it was rather devastating considering I've never own anything of such value. Moving on, electrical items. Anything you can imagine that could go wrong did go wrong but in a much larger scale than a person can ever imagine. It's sort of like hearing about a quadrillion dollars but having no idea of the amount that is. If sofu hadn't for a duration of time, kicked him out of the house, he would have blown it up. Impressively, he's able to do that without shadow magic of any sort but just plain ordinary household items. I wonder what would happen if he got hold of explosives.
Poor yami.
Well, that ordeal helped me learn something. In the real world, I'm the one who holds the power and he's the one who needs to follow me. He almost always had to be in my sight for the first couple of weeks, but not so much so anymore since he caught on to things quite quickly. But still...... the sink.
I rubbed the sore spot on my tongue against my teeth. He'll get it. He gets everything.
"Okay fine, just go ahead and do it."
He broke up in a strong, breathy laugh, somehow able to maintain a bit of dignity while at it. I guess it was sort of funny. CPR and AR are about putting your mouth to another's person's mouth so there was a high risk of spreading cooties. I smiled.
I only hoped the chunk of pink gum was left there by a girl.
"Come to think about it, if an accident does happen, I'm not sure if I can actually come right onto the scene of an accident and help out like this. I mean it's hard to believe I have to get this close to someone I don't know."
He settled down and folded his arms in a matter of fact sort of way, "You may be right about that, hikari, but I doubt you'll ever get that close to anyone much less a stranger."
I threw the dummy at him; the head accidentally fell off and thwacked him in the face.
"I change my mind. It's all for the good of humanity."
He picked up the head like he hadn't felt the blow to his face and examined the hole labelled 'mouth' carefully. His face contorted at the sight of the gum.
"Told ch'a it was gross."
"You'll probably be faced with much worse than this, hikari."
"Guess, you're right. Next, were practicing the choking part of it where you have to pry something out of someone's mouth."
"You can practice that now," He held the face out to me, angling it in a way that made the gum impossible to miss."
"Very funny," I muttered, pushing the thing away, "The dummy's too easy anyways. Anyone can follow the steps on something fake. I doubt I'll fair any better on a real person."
"Why not?"
"Because they're all different sizes, and have blood and odours and stuff, it's just different."
"Would you, perform this "CPR" on me if I was in danger of dying?"
That was a bizarre question. My yami never struck me as a person who'd ever need CPR. Or any kind of first aid for that matter. It was like his mortality was way above this lowly stuff. Well, lowly compared to something like shadow magic, that is.
I looked at him like he was on drugs, "Uh..... sure."
"Good," he clapped his hands in a very unyami-like fashion and got down on the floor in front of me, lying on the space once occupied by the dummy.
My goodness
He smiled up at my horrified expression, "What you were doing looked very interesting, I just want to see it from, well, the dummy's point of view."
"It's actually okay to crush the casualty's ribs in the process," I mumbled gingerly
He didn't seem fazed by it. My bottom lip quivered, I felt like throwing up. So much for being a Good Samaritan.
"You can use your First Aid knowledge." He said that too calmly.
"There's nothing a First Aider can do about injuries to the rib cage." I'm not going to crack. I'm not going to crack
He gazed at me as if saying s "so? I don't care if my chest caves in." It was all too fun for him.
"Okay, fine. So um....just, just close your eyes." He did so without question.
As soon as his eyes shut, I quietly got off the floor and retrieved my dummy, screwing the head back on. Then, ever so gently, I placed the dummy's mouth over my yami's and crept away. As soon as his eyes snapped open, it was too late. I was already down the hall.
"Have a good practice, yami!"
End Entry
Replies:
Saiyan Jedi: I don't want to change the way the real Yu-Gi-Oh (or Yuugiou) is laid out so I'll leave it to you to assume whether or not Marik is the spirit in Malik's Millennium item or not. Lol, yeah I try to word it so the story doesn't seem too one-sided, but that does happen sometimes, people just need to catch whenever it happens. Thanks for the review!
Fushicho Hime: Dang, humour again, and to think the genre is angst/drama. All well people like the humour, as a matter of fact, so do I. Hehe the yami's seems tough so it's amusing to see him being silly sometimes. But hey, with magic at his disposal, what's a guy to do? Thanks for the review!
Amber Eyes23: You're right, only the puzzle can be smashed when let's say, you hurl it to the ground. But I mentioned the item being smashed with a hammer and when you're frustrated or angry, you can be surprised at how strong you can be. Best friends? Only Yugi and his yami became best friends, the other two pairs, not so much. But this is slightly AU so I can make whatever I want happen. Thanks for the review!
ThePianoFiend: Thanks for the review, comment appreciated XD. Oh yeah and congrats, you're my 100th reviewer.
Sphincter: So I guess your choice for the last chappy was Yami and Yugi then. Yeah, the guy's got lots of names, it's almost ridiculous. Lol, thanks for the review!
Dark Magician Girl / Hikaru: You think it's interesting? /gasps in surprise/ I really didn't see that one coming. Lol, yamis have magic but they're no handy-men, at least not in this fic they aren't. Everything is just easier when you detonate. Thanks for the review!
Yami no Marik: Hehe, the word 'interesting' comes up a lot from reviews. I'm not even sure what it means anymore, could be either good or bad thing. Glad, you find it so, thanks for the review!
KarlaBob: Glad you're reviewing even if we discuss it over msn. But you don't have to do it just to boost the story if you don't want to. You can keep the cat, hmm....don't think I'll need it anymore. Just watch out for the claws. Thanks for the review!
Angel in Disguise8: Yes, yes, I found it. Just to remind you, one day late is really nothing at all. You find the yami cool? How so? Interesting you should say that lol. Hey, if you need suggestions on a new penname, I've got plenty. Thanks for the review!
