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Chapter 2
The quiet streets of Domino City were anything but quiet as a blue car sped around a corner, going at least a hundred above the speed limit. Beware, people of Domino! Bakura was driving.
Flashback"Bakura! We're out of milk! Can you go get some?" Ryou said, entering the living room to find his yami staring at the tv again. The white-haired boy rolled his eyes in annoyance. The dark spirit should seriously get out of the house more often.
"No." Came the monotone reply.
"Why not?"
"I don't wanna walk all the way to the store." They were both silent, one thinking, the other fearing what the other was thinking. "Hey Ryou," Bakura asked almost nicely. "can you teach me how to drive?"
End Flashback"Bakura! LOOK OUT!" Ryou screamed as Bakura made another dangerous turn, nearly knocking over the hot dog dude.
Screech!
The white-haired teen clutched at his chest, breathing heavily as the car nearly slammed into a building. Next to him, Bakura laughed maniacally and pressed the poor car to go faster. Again he nearly ran over someone and Ryou was nearing hysteria.
"WATCH THE ROAD!" He cried, as Bakura ran a stoplight.
"STOP YELLING AT ME!"
"Bakura!"
He reached over and grabbed the wheel, just in time to avolid a collision with a large truck. Why the hell were there so many cars and people on the streets today?
Thoughts of 'How the hell did I agree to this?' and 'What did I ever do to deserve this?' Raced through his head. He looked up and shouted,
"BAKURA! THE RAILING!" The ancient thief turned sharply making Ryou feel like throwing up. He dared not put his head between his knees on account of being scared out of his mind. He held tightly to his car-handle. (A/N: I have no idea what these thingies are called. They're the handles over the passenger doors. Yeah. Honestly, what are they called?) His knuckles had invented a new meaning of the word white, while his face did the same thing to the word green. Next to him Bakura grinned.
"I think I'm starting to get the hang of this." He commented happily, running another light.
Nothing but pure terror and horror were on his passenger's face.
Ryou closed his eyes, praying this was just a dream… a hellish nightmare from which he'll awake from…
HONK!
Nope… it's real…
They dangerously missing becoming pancakes against another wall… people running and screaming "RUN AWAY CAR!"
"BAKURA! WATCH OUT FOR THOSE PEOPLE!" Ryou screamed (yet again) as his other half nearly missed a couple of old people, who of course didn't notice a thing.
Crash!
Bang!
Boom!
If possible, his heart was racing even faster.
Bakura just shrugged, "It's just a little dent." He said carelessly.
"THAT WAS NOT A LITTLE DENT!"
"You worry too much Ryou."
Ping!
Crunch!
And came to a perfect stop in front of the local Piggly Wiggly.
The door opened and Ryou practically fell out, thanking Kami-sama for being alive, and hugging the cement like there was no tomorrow. Bakura calmly got out of the car, and raised an eyebrow at his hikari's actions.
"See that wasn't so bad. I think I'm quite good at this driving thing."
He of course didn't remember the twenty near crashes… the dented light pole… nearly running over forty people… the roadkill cat, or the numbers of dents and missing parts in the car…
Who cares anyway?
Authors Note –
Well? Was it good? Bad? Loosing my touch? TELL ME PEOPLE!
Please?
DAR