Thank you Possessed Squirrel, Maistwin, Panmotto, Silently Broken, LightAngelSara DarkAngelSage, and Pugz! Your reviews brightened my weekend!
Interesting ending to the last chapter, no? Anyways it's back to Nina again, and this chapter really is the beginning to the plot. The other chapters were set-ups and tempting hints…not that I didn't love writing them!
To Pugz: Uhhh…I meant Carla by saying "It was she"…Thanks for the review!
To Silently Broken: I honestly don't know what happened to Ryou, and maybe that's why so many fanfics are on that topic. I highly suggest you read the first story though.
Disclaimer: Two words:
Don't own.
Enjoy.
Here's a quote that ties in with the first half of this story:
"Present day humans are so fun to terrorize don't you think?"
"I wouldn't know, but then again, I am just a present day human."
-a conversation between Bakura and Tristan.
Nina heaved her backpack on her shoulder. God, this thing was heavy. And she hadn't even gone to school!
((Is my fragile, delicate hikari encountering troubles that her poor slender shoulders cannot bear?)) Bakura said and his voice couldn't possibly be more sarcastic.
(((No. I'm perfectly capable, thank you.))) she said curtly. But it was rather heavy though. Too late she realized it was too heavy.
OOF! She tipped over. She got up quickly and she could practically feel Bakura's smirk.
((Perfectly capable, huh?))
TT (((Go back to hell Bakura.)))
((Delicate and testy…))
Nina wanted to cry out in frustration. It was like having this constant commentary in her head. And she didn't like the jibing this infuriating voice gave her. His voice was incredibly sexy though…Did she just think that?!
Whoa. She really needed to check herself into a mental institution ASAP.
"Ni-na! You're going to be late!" yelled her father. Nina quickly heaved herself back up with a grunt, and tottered herself down the stairs. Adam gave her a strange look, "Are you going to move into your school?" he teased.
"No…(she notices his small, light backpack) What?! Why aren't you carrying anything?!"
"Hey, not all of us are goody-two-shoes like you." He muttered as their father came in. Nina pursed her lips: It was becoming a close race between her brother and Bakura as to who would drive her insane first.
((Hmmmm…Goody-two-shoes…I like.))
Bakura was winning.
A couple minutes later while Nina was walking away from the drop-off point…
So here she was, Nina thought as she trudged her way up the path. School. She was already starting to catch some of the boys' eyes. Nina knew who these types of guys were and she curled her lip in displeasure.
"Hey, I thought I've seen all the pretty girls in the world…till I laid my eyes on you" said a boy as he checked out Nina's slender body, making no attempt to hide it. Nina rolled her eyes: she bet he'd practiced the corny pick-up line in front of his mirror.
"I'm new here…so if you'll excuse me I have to go…" she said as she tried to shoulder her way out. But the fool didn't get the hint. He blocked her way and crossed his arms.
"Newbie, huh? I'm Austin. Well, I'm sure with me around your school experience will be…fun." Whispered the boy in a lame attempt to add a sexual innuendo to his sentence. Nina nearly gagged though as he started to inch closer to her. Wasn't the dense boy getting the signals that she was NOT interested?! Apparently no, thought Nina, as she could feel his smelly breath on her face. Whew, this guy needed a breath mint. Bakura meanwhile wasn't liking this encounter at ALL. He was feeling a strange unused emotion, possibly jealousy? No way! He was Bakura. Why would he be jealous of clumsy, goody-two-shoes brat…that was beautiful. Argh, he needed to see a shrink: this was not how maniacal, evil, heartless tomb robbers were supposed to act.
But as the boy Austin grasped a hand on her shoulder, Bakura felt that strange twinge again. Radamnit, he was going soft.
Not knowing of the consequences, he decided to take over.
Now Bakura had been many things during his lives. He'd been a kind loving brother. A helpful son. A cruel tomb robber. A most-wanted enemy of the Pharaoh. A Yami. Bakura thought he'd done it all. But Bakura had never been this.
Bakura had never been a girl.
Bakura stood there blinking as he got used to living. Hmmm…everything seemed to be normal. But something just wasn't right.
Hmmmm…
Bakura's hand traveled down his face (check) to his…chest. Wait a second, his chest was not so…
Oh Ra.
Panicking and in denial, Bakura left feeling his "chest" to move his hands downward towards his butt…That was odd. He didn't remember it being so…
No! This couldn't be happening!
Bakura in a last attempt to prove that this horror had not happened, moved his hands opposite of the butt and…Oh Ra there was something missing here…
Bakura took a deep breath and looked at himself in the nearby puddle. Even though the reflected image was distorted, Bakura knew that what he saw was true. He was trying not to shriek in horror. He was now a woman. His brilliant white hair and Nina's black hair made a compromise and Nina/Bakura's head was now spiky with black and white spikes sticking up in a slightly less lethal-looking way. And his chest was definitely more…ahem…bigger. And as for his other new parts…Bakura who rather not think about those.
Oh how he hated the Gods.
As Bakura had been feeling himself up, Austin had been watching with a curious expression on his face.
"So you're a freak-a-leek…I'm down with that." Austin whispered huskily as he cupped Bakura's chin. Austin looked as if he was about to kiss him/her, probably poisoning Bakura with his Breath of Death. "Come to papa…"
Austin was a goner.
Bakura immediately snapped his head up, punched Austin in the stomach, and held Austin's throat up as he collapsed.
Austin was now staring into the cold, merciless hazel eyes of Bakura. They were nothing like the sweet, azure eyes of Nina, and they bore into his soul, leaving the stupid boy trembling in fear.
"Mortal! You will never touch me again, unless you want a blade in your heart. Is this clear?!" Bakura snarled as he tightened his grip on Austin's throat. The boy's face was turning red from the air constriction.
"Yes, I'll do whatever you ask! Lemme Go!" he squeaked.
"Fine…but only because you asked so nicely." Bakura said in a disturbingly nice voice as he let Austin out of his death grip. Austin sat there gasping for a few moments before he spat at Bakura's well-pedicure feet.
"Freak! I'll make your life hell!" But Bakura didn't even blink at the threat.
"Hmmm…freak? I thought you said quote 'I'm down with that' when you said I was a freak. Ah well, everyone's a hypocrite. But it wouldn't do if the school knew you got nearly choked to death by little 'ol me now would it." Bakura threatened effectively. He winked devilishly, and mockingly blew a kiss at a stunned Austin.
He loved terrorizing humans.
(((BAKURA! WHAT THE HECK JUST HAPPENED?!)))
::sigh:: Duty called.
((What is it my dear hikari?)) Bakura said, making sure his 'dear' was sarcastic.
(((What's wrong?! WHAT'S WRONG?! I'm stuck in a stupid room, while I could hear everything YOU did in MY body?! HOW DO I GET OUT OF HERE?!))
Apparently, Nina had never actually seen her soul room. Wow, what an emotional little hikari she was, Bakura thought, as he heard distant banging on the soul door.
(((You know I can hear your thoughts from here.)))
((I know.)) This time Nina screamed her frustration. That Bakura was such a…
((Ah ah ah. I wouldn't want your mind to be soiled by indecent thoughts…(Nina grumbles some more un-Ninalike 'indecent thoughts'. Bakura: -.-U)…Very well then, all you have to do is imagine yourself right back where you once were.))
Nina did so and she found herself floating next to a Bakura. That looked an awfully lot like her. She started giggling.
"What's so funny brat?!" Bakura snarled as he continued walking towards the school.
"Well I dunno Bakura…you have black/white hair, your eyes are hazel, and you now have b-" She couldn't continue because she had erupted into hysterics. Bakura glared at her. "Immature brat…" he grumbled to himself.
"Oh ho ho! (Nina elbowed him lightly) If memory serves me, I remember a certain Yami was horrified when he looked and saw he was a girl!" Nina said, still giggling as she saw the new Bakura.
Bakura gave her a glare that could make hell freeze over. Nina shut up, but her eyes still danced facetiously.
"So are you going to stay in my body Bakura? Because I really need it back." Nina said as she already planned his response.
"Aww boo-hoo. I haven't been truly alive for the last hundred years. If you really think I'm going to give it back to you then maybe you are as stupid as I believed." Bakura said nastily. The last comment stung a bit, but it was expected. Nina continued smiling.
"Okay then…Enjoy using body! But I hope you know it's my time of the month…"
She had him there.
"…"
Nina gave a Bakuralike smirk as a flushed Bakura immediately handed over her body.
Oh, how she loved terrorizing her Yami.
Finally it was over! The science exam! Carla was walking out of the science room and over to her last period of the day: art. In other words she was done: Carla bet there was yet to be someone who failed the art exam.
As she was walking she remembered the nightmare and what had happened afterwards…
Flashback
"YAMI!" she screamed in desperation, not knowing it was all a dream.
"CARLA!" Yami yelled simultaneously as he woke up sweating. He subconsciously licked his lips from the dream- no nightmare, and felt disgusted with himself. He ran out of the room filled with unwanted memories. He heard Carla's scream as he appeared in her room.
"What have I done…?" she whispered as tears ran down her face. She was trembling violently as she looked at her hands in horror as if they were the plague.
"Carla," Yami said both worried and relieved at the same time.
"Yami! You're alive?!" she cried as she flung her arms around his neck as she buried her head into his chest.
"Of course I am, my little hikari." Yami whispered as he enveloped his arms around her protectively. Yami became extremely worried though when he got no response from the 'little hikari' in question. Carla's biggest peeve was when someone dared to call her little. (a/n: as many readers who read the first story already know) But it was as if she didn't even hear Yami. She kept mumbling to herself, "It's all my fault. I did it, I did it." all the while with a haunted look in her now-dull brown eyes.
"Carla, what did you do?" Yami said as he lifted up her chin. But Carla couldn't meet his eyes: she felt very guilty.
"I…" For a moment Carla considered telling him the truth. But what could she say?! I killed you?! Way Over-dramatic response. She didn't want to think how Yami would react. And that freakily, realistic nightmare…what did it mean? Perhaps if she just forgot it ever happened, it would go away, and she could go on with her life. "…It's nothing, Yami."
Yami knew she was lying, but he also knew that she would put up all her mind barriers on this one nightmare to make sure Yami never saw it. As if reading his thoughts (heck maybe she was), Carla forced a smile on her face and said too-brightly "Really Yami, it's nothing!"
"If you say so Carla…Just know that you can tell me anything." Yami said as he cupped her chin. Carla felt traitorous tears fill her eyes at his words: he's just as noble in my nightmare…Carla gave him a long kiss as she made herself memorize exactly how Yami's soft lips felt against her own. A breathless Yami hugged her harder. "I don't deserve you" he whispered to himself as he remembered himself kissing the other girl while he broke Carla's heart.
"What was that?" Carla whispered feeling all nice and warm against Yami.
He should tell Carla: it was just a weird dream after all…wasn't it? But then Yami saw the heartbroken face again, and he could just imagine Carla taking this the wrong way…
"Nothing."
But both of the two lovers kissed guiltily.
End flashback.
It was just a nightmare! Carla kept repeating to herself, but her conscious thought otherwise. Stupid conscious. Ah well, it's time for the art exam anyways…
"Class, before we begin the exam, I wanted to introduce our new student who just transferred from Chicago. Her name is Nina Sky, and I hope you all welcome her to Florida!" said a cheery Mrs. Marcuri.
Nina Sky? Sounds like a bizarre name for an artist, or movie star or something…Weird…
Nina stepped out from behind the teacher and gave everyone a shy smile. With her slender frame, sky blue eyes, and beautiful long black hair…this Nina Sky was quite a looker. Those innocent blue eyes would make any guy want her…hey was she envious?! Hell, no
Carla snorted at the thought.
"Meeting people for the first time is like opening the door, and not knowing if there's bucketful of money, or a ravenous tiger behind it. You just have to hope it's the money."
-Me in a bizarre situation when asked to metaphorically explain first impressions
Nina had given a shy smile as she took in the familiar, comforting scents of acrylic paint and charcoal. Now, came the hard task. Who to sit next to?
Her azure eyes searched for a greeting: she saw some nerds, some sneers, and finally the girls' table. There we go! Nina made her way over there, very self-conscious as she tucked an unruly strand of hair behind her ear.
"H-hi," Nina stuttered. Stupid! They're girls like you, they don't bite!
There was a silence as every girl paused from her drawing, and looked up at her. No one greeted Nina back until…
"Hey Nina," finally greeted a Hispanic girl with dark brown hair set at her shoulder, a strong set jaw, and full lips. She was beautiful as if she'd visited both God and the devil when they made her: you didn't know whether she'd bite or smile. Still, she looked polite, and friendly. "Would you like to sit over here?" the Hispanic girl asked as she gestured toward an empty stool by her. Nina looked over at her quirky grin, and smiled: this girl looked like she had a good sense of humor. Why not? About to say yes, Nina was interrupted.
"What?! Sit by you? I'm sure Nina would like to sit over here…" said a pert blonde as she pushed off one of her posse and patted the now-empty seat beside her. Nina gawked at her forwardness.
"I believe I asked her first Angelica," the Hispanic girl growled to 'Angelica'.
"But of course, she'd pass up your offer in an instant Carla," Angelica said her icy blue eyes boring into Carla's brown ones. But Carla's glared right back.
"We'll see," Carla said quietly.
"No, we'll do better than "see". Nina, who do you want to sit next to?" Angelica said coldly as she trained her manipulative gaze on Nina.
Great, now every girl's eyes were on her as she was already forced to make a social-changing decision. She felt like she was a mouse who had been cornered into a corner by a hungry blue-eyed cat. She looked between Angelica and Carla and decided she preferred the polite, humorous Carla over the snappy, cold Angelica. Still, to be fair…
"Well Carla did ask me first so…" Nina started out as she felt Angelica's icy blue eyes send a clear message to her: choose me or die. Nina gulped, visualizing a huge cat as its lethal fangs pierced into the helpless mouse. She didn't want to be that mouse. But she definitely didn't want to be near Angelica. "I'll sit by Carla." Carla beamed and stuck her tongue out at Angelica. Angelica grumbled something that sounded an awfully like "Stupid b----. She will pay"…but Nina who believed there was good in everyone pretended she didn't hear.
"Hey," Nina said.
"Hey I'm Carla (Carla smacked her head)…well DUH. Sorry, exams seem to take up all of my brain space." Carla said with her wry grin. Internally she was thinking though…wow, great first impression, Carla. You might as well say you're a retard.
Nina chuckled and said compensatory "We all have those moments."
Carla smiled back: maybe first impressions weren't so bad…
"Here, I'm sure you're getting quite bored." Carla said as she gave Nina a piece of a drawing pad and a charcoal pencil.
"Not bored exactly…(Carla gives Nina a yeah-right look) Okay, okay I'm bored, but I'm quite interested by your starfish drawing…" Nina said as she glanced at the beginnings of Carla's drawing. Carla looked at the drawing and burst into laughter.
Did Nina say something wrong?
Noticing Nina's confused look, Carla said as she wiped away tears of joy, "No, it's not you…just that the drawing was of a guy...A guy I will now call starfish." Carla started giggling uncontrollably again, and an embarrassed Nina, realizing her mistake, started to draw.
/Carla, stop laughing. It's not that funny!/ said an irked Pharaoh.
One word: Starfish.Carla put a fist into her mouth to muffle her laughter as Mrs. Marcuri walked by, shaking her head disapprovingly.
/Carla? Are you even paying attention!/
Starfish.
/By RA CARLA! You're so unreasonable! Continue your drawing of me, you don't want to be the first to fail do you?!…My hair doesn't even resemble a starfish anyways./
Yes, it does…But I guess I do have to finish the drawing…(she looked as if she was going to stop but that would be so un-Carlalike)…of my Starfish man.
/ARGHHHHH! You're so impossible!/
Carla merely chuckled and she continued to sketch her "starfish".
Nina was doing her own version of her "starfish", but in this case she was drawing her Yami's lethally, spiky hair. Hmmm…a few adjustments here, a spike here and there…voila! There was a roguish Bakura smirking back at her in his usual conceited way. But somehow, Nina knew she wouldn't have it any other way.
((Hmmm…))
Nina blushed as she came out of drawing trance, realizing that Bakura had been watching her the whole time.
(((So…what do you think?)))
((Not bad…)) In truth, Bakura was amazed at how Nina had depicted him so perfectly. He glanced over at her as she started to smudge in some brown to add some color to his pupil. He watched as she got a smudge of brown on her nose and cheek, and it was rather cute to see. Instead of stopping Nina from unwittingly smudging her whole face brown, he reached over and cupped Nina's face with his spiritlike one. He gently wiped the smudge with his thumb and then as an explanation to his bizarrely nice act he simply said ((I'm going to have to use that body one day so it might as well be clean.))
So Bakura.
Nina smiled (((Thanks Bakura that was nice of you.))) Bakura grunted and in Bakura language that could be loosely translated into a "your welcome". Very loosely.
"Okay class time's up! Your exam is over." said Mrs. Marcuri as her voice cut through the children's' drawing stupor. Carla rubbed her eyes as she leaned back and admired her work. If this drawing didn't get an 'A' than she didn't know what would.
"May I see it?" Nina's polite voice asked Carla.
"Sure, let's switch." Carla said as she switched her drawing over and got Nina's paper.
Nina and Carla both gasped in admiration of the other's work.
But as for their Yamis'…
Both of their eyes widened in shock and horror as they recognized the other's face.
'It couldn't be…' Yami thought as his crimson eyes looked in disbelief. He was dead a hundred years ago; Yami was even the one who finally banished him to the Shadow Realm!!!!
IT JUST WASN'T RADAMN POSSIBLE!
Oh, but it was.
Bakura first reaction something along the same lines as Yami: Oh fk. (a/n: ok maybe not) Hades is out to make my life a living hell; Ra, I only dyed his hair neon pink on the day of his official God meeting…Some people just have no sense of humor…
But then Bakura's eyes widened as it began to sink in…It. Was. The. Baka. Pharaoh…the pharaoh?!
'OH FK!'
It had sunk in.
People say that first impressions are what count. Well, based on first impressions, Carla and Nina were off to a great start. Yami and Bakura…uhhh, not so much.
The Millennium Ring suddenly appeared on Nina's chest as Nina looked closely at the drawing.
"Wow, nice drawing. He looks like an Egyptian or something…" she said as she gave the usual 'ooohs' and 'ahhhs'.
"Yeah, he's supposed to be a…errrr…version of my boyfriend…as an Egyptian pharaoh…"
Even to Carla this sounded like a load of bull. And she was pretty gullible.
Step 1 to getting a person to think you're not insane: admit that you're crazy in a sarcastic way.
She blushed red and said an immediate "Uhhh…yeah I'm a weirdo." Nina lost her whoa-you-must-be-a-majorly-obssessed-girlfriend look and answered, "Well, he has really cool eyes, and you really seem to know a lot about Egypt by the gold…"
"Well, yeah I adore his eyes and his chest is to die for…(Carla blushes at her forwardness) I mean, uh, I-got-the-gold-jewelry-from-making-him-get-them-from-his soul-room-but-Yami-doesn't-like-it-'cause-he-said-the-crown-really-used-to-stick-to-his-forehead-and-cause-some-permenant-horus-eye-mark-on-his-forehead-so-kids-called-him-three-eyes…um, yeah." Carla said all in one breath as she babbled. Her mind was screaming at her to shut up: Nina doesn't know about Yami! Unfortunately, Carla got the memo too late.
This was what happened when you lose human contact with your best friend when she goes to California. Darn Natalie: she had no one to talk about on Yami and other girl stuff…so she had sort of channeled that frustration towards Nina.
Nina: O.O
"Um, what'd you say?" said Nina as she clearly saw Carla as unstable. She was starting to subtly scoot her stool away.
When you are one of the few people who fail Step 1, proceed to Step 2: Denial.
"Uhhh, nothing. Hey, you're drawing's really good! Who is it?" Carla said a little too cheerily.
"Oh, it's of a guy I met…" Nina said vaguely, faintly blushing, and the topic was effectively changed. Whew, that was a close one! For a second Carla thought her Yami secret was out-
"I know you're secret little girl!…" barked a harsh voice.
Oh crud. Carla tried to calm down, by telling herself that maybe she was just over-reacting: Nina couldn't possibly know her secret…and Nina had NOT just called her little.
"What secret?" Carla said with wide innocent eyes. She gave the strange, new Nina her best smile with a clear 'who me?' look on her face. This Nina didn't buy it for a second.
"Don't play Carla…" she whispered nastily. Carla's body froze with shock as she heard Nina leer her next words with a smug smirk…
"Or should I say Pharaoh?"
The secret was out.
Double crud.
Phew! Sorry if I left you at sort of a cliffie but I have to study for my history quiz! I'll update soon though!
Next chapter: the showdown. Yami vs. Bakura
I know this is embarrassing to ask, but what exactly does OOC mean?
R & R!
-Starlet36