I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING SOON! Please, please forgive me! I just got caught up in my loads of homework (perhaps it is my history teacher's dream to see me breakdown and cry…as of yet, that is still a dream), exam review, and my birthday preparations (my birthday's this Sunday! Yay! Right before the math exam! Boo.)
Unfortunately since I decided to leave you at a cliffie, this chapter's rather short (in my standards) so I decided to make a completely irrevalent (set in the future) ficlet about Nina and Bakura that has nothing to do with the story…(to anyone scratching their heads)…just think of it as my birthday party gift to all of you!
Random fun facts about the story:
1) The dream Bakura sequence…was not going to happen originally; I thought of it spontaneously (Me: Hmmm…If Bakura had a lollipop…hehehe)
2) Hikariness was not going to be written because I thought it wouldn't be well-received (was I wrong!) and sequels in general…uh, suck. What changed my mind was because I was having zero ideas for anything else, and I liked writing it!
3) I actually didn't like Bakura when I first watched the anime and was seriously considering having Seto Kaiba replace him…but then I was like: you know what? I'll give Bakura a chance…he's hot and there's just something about him…I'm glad I acted on intuition.
4) You know the Electra Shocka electrocution spell was not going to happen at all originally…Nina was supposed to be just knocked unconscious by a huge wave…so you have Sakina the Fallen Angel to thank for making me change the storyline a bit.
5) This is the only story I've ever written where I know exactly what's going to happen and how it's going to end. (So no turning back, agh)
6) I've actually attempted drawing Nina and Bakura and Yami and Carla (I've always wanted to see what they'd turn out in anime style)…and now have a newfound respect for drawing.
7) Lastly, I have tried to find an OC contest or whatnot to enter this story in, and have found none. I know not to get my hopes up of actually winning anything…but I just feel this fic deserves a chance…If anyone finds one, please tell me and I'll be eternally grateful.
Disclaimer: No own.
This chapter is dedicated to Priestessdwelling82/ Ann /gIvEmEtHeDaMnSuGaR82 as I said I would dedicate it to the one who gave me the song. And although her song was not chosen (I actually am doing the song next chapter as a breakup song, eh heh sry) her persistence in the lyrics, the updates, and the numerous reviews giving all the details about the song, made me feel she was the best one for the dedication (but everyone else's reviews were AWESOME too! Next chapter, when I have time and school's over, I'll answer all your reviews personally, promise!) I hope you like the dedication!
Please enjoy!
"It's that time, those few seconds when we're coming out of sleep but we're not really awake yet. For those few seconds we are untitled, unnamed, natural, suspended between was and will be…We are for a few brief moments, anything and everything we could be.But then…we open our eyes and…we become ourselves." –Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli, a beautiful, inspirational book
Carla ran up the sand dune concealing the beach at a pace that would've made the Iron Man participants look like lazy snails. Yami followed as best he could wheezing horribly, wondering where his wee little hikari girl had gotten the endurance of a God.
Wheeze, gasp, wheeze.
"Carla," the poor spirit said with a point of a sweaty finger in between his huge gasps for beloved oxygen. "I think…(pant)…I…(gasp)…see them!"
"I know Yami. I'm in front of you silly," Carla remarked calmly, with hints of ice still laced in her voice. But she let out a breath of relief and gave a smile; Nina was alright, and the weather was starting to clear up. She couldn't stay mad for too long…
In her overwhelming happiness, she let Yami comfort her by wrapping his lean arms firmly around her as she leaned her damp (it had been raining) head on his shoulder. The two could still only make out blobs on the beach…but boy, were those blobs in action.
And now commentary from a blobby perspective:
White Blob fainting…(insert concerned gasp here)…White Blob's squeaky voice saying something to Black slim blob. Black Blob falls on bottom numerous times, and tries to futilely hit taller White Blob…and then there was a pause in the action as White Blob and Black Blob walked towards the observing couple in harmony…for all of 60 seconds, a record (insert oohs and ahs here)…before White Blob began to act a little funny.
Funny as in twitching uncontrollably. Funny as in grabbing hold of Black Blob with what the peanut gallery involving Yami and Carla were sure was with some protests. Loud squeaky protests.
And suddenly Yami and Carla didn't find it so funny.
Because White Blob struck down Black Blob in a way that could only be described as demonic, pure unadulterated evil-…Yami's and Carla's eyes widened to the size of saucers…OMG, White Blob just tried to kill Black Blob.
And it looked like Operation Kill-Black-Blob was successful.
TT Ra right now: This SUCKS. That Mother f-
He was not pleased.
They'd been fine. Walking silently to the two familiar blobs along the beach, the hikari and Yami pair were acting very normally. Nina had stopped musing over her dangerous thoughts…Oh God, she was still blushing idiotically…while Bakura was just, uh, being Bakura with his normal silent, hot, moody self.
So they were fine…until a minute went by.
Until a certain someone up in a cloud did a last ditch spell.
Until the spell hit its mark.
Until Bakura snapped.
And then things got ugly.
Bakura had been absently thinking about how life was going to be with his hopeless hikari girl; you know, prom, boyfriends…(ewww, that was going to be GROSS and in the same BODY), college, him growing old with the Pharaoh probably still wanting to wear a Speedo- (Aghhhhhh! Bad pictures, bad pictures!)…when TWITCH.
He felt the oddest sensation. And it wasn't from imagining the Pharaoh in a Speedo (although that was a nightmare-worthy thought for him).
It was as if he was a puppet and the puppet master had just decided to test out his new toy by giving the strings a little tug. Or more specifically, Bakura's arm.
Twitch, spasm, twitch.
Kill her…Uh-oh. Bakura didn't recall having a demonic little voice in his head…other than his own…
Grab her…Toss her…Um, those weren't his usual thoughts…
Rape her…Slash her…Bakura rubbed his ear in an attempt to stop the growing chants in his head. What the hell was going on?
Hit her, Godammit!…KILL HER!The voices were growing louder and louder in his head, to almost impossible decibels. The chants combined into one single deafening chant: Kill! Kill! Kill! Bakura finally let out a gasp of pain: too…loud…taking…over…
Can't…kill…
"Bakura? Are you okay?" asked a sweet, concerned voice to Bakura's right. One can be sure that Nina's intentions were good…but her sweet little voice entering a bloodlusty mind…just sealed her fate. Of pain.
The only sane restraint in Bakura, that had been persistently resisting the chants…snapped.
Howling in pain at the top of his lungs –you see how long you can last with a million voices all yelling at you to kill– and screaming mentally through their link, Bakura tried to throw the girl away from him in a last-ditch effort to save her…until he touched her skin.
The beautiful, ivory, silky skin. Skin so sweetly innocent, unmarred by man's touch…until he saw the scar. The demon named Bakura smirked.
The skin was intoxicatingly sweet…but the scar…was a perfection upon itself.
Bakura wanted to make some more 'perfections' on that skin…
Russet eyes horribly blank, as his grip on the girl's shoulders tightened, he uttered in a deep, guttural, raspy voice not his own, –no it belonged to someone better: master–,
"Come to Papa,"
And then his nails dug into that sweet, soft skin. Heaven.
Her shrill scream of pain was a sweet music to his ears as she pleaded to him with tears filling her eyes, "Bakura? Bakura, what are you doing! SNAP OUT OF IT!"
She whimpered softly and her shrill cries stopped. The Bakura with emotionless eyes grabbed her chin roughly with a sadistic pout, "Awww, you stopped. Scream for me, queenie," Nina's pale blue eyes widened in fear and disbelief; no one had called her that except her-
"Well, if you're just going to sit there like a stupid idiot queenie," Bakura said flatly as he forced Nina's scared doe-like eyes up to meet their cold, lifeless match. "Then I'm going to have to teach you some discipline, won't I?" Nina gasped at the horribly familiar phrase. She felt her throat clench up as she looked at her Yami in a paralyzed horror, and saw his curved dagger slid out of its sheath on his jeans. Pointed…at her neck.
'Not again...no, not this again...' Nina thought quietly in a dazed stupor as she felt an overwhelming sense of déjà vu. She saw the dagger follow its familiar path, raised above her head, poised to strike. Poised to kill.
The world was silent; no one was going to help…like before…
"Bakura," she whispered as a last attempt when she saw the maniacal hand swoop up the air in an arc. "Please stop." She murmured with tears sliding down her soft, ebony cheeks. The remarkable thing is that…Bakura actually listened…err, somewhat
The dagger stopped mid-air, hesitating, as if unsure of which course to follow: good or evil? Demonic Bakura's eyes flashed for a moment with recognition, his body perspiring as his hand trembled.
"Please STOP, Bakura, don't do this! You are my Yami, my protector," Nina thought, lying through her teeth as she begged the man to follow her exaggeration. 'Go with me,' she begged. 'If there is a God, let him listen! You owe me darnit!'
KILL! KILL! KILL! KI-
'No', answered an unused little voice in his head. Normal humans refer to this commentating voice as their insanity, but to Bakura this was his sanity. How typical. 'You know what, I'd rather not.'
"I'm your hikari, your light," Nina continued desperately as she saw Bakura violently trembling, his mind fighting for control.
Kill…! KILL?
'She's an idiot…but she's my idiot so please do leave,' answered Bakura's polite sanity. 'I'm afraid she needs me, so I'm going to have to ask you all to f-k off, okey dokey?'
And with that polite/disturbing defense Bakura began to regain control.
Nina could not take it anymore; she could not look at the dagger taunting her in front of her face…This had to stop. Oh, if only his grasp on her weren't so strong! "Oh Gods, BAKURA PLEASE STOP!" she yelled at him in fright. But it was too late. She saw Bakura's evil win and the dagger swooped down, intent on re-etching its perfection on her porcelain skin when-
THWACK. OOF.
The dagger had a change of heart…err, somewhat.
Ow. That had to hurt.
Let's just say that being slapped in her cleavage area by the flat end of a dagger…was not a performance Nina would care to repeat. What she wouldn't give for a good 'ol lightning bolt right then…
Bakura stood over her, the dagger falling to the sand softly in his limp hands. Though the body had won, the traitorous mouth had its final laugh on Nina Sky,
"I'll be back, bitch!" he snarled vehemently before any trace of malevolence left the tomb robber sprit as if the incident had never occurred.
And then there was silence as normal, bright russet eyes met her own with a blinking expression of 'Whoa,' He was back.
"Your boobs okay?" was Bakura's first blunt question as he extended a hand towards his fallen hikari girl. (Definitely back.) The second was "What the hell just happened?"
Nina answered neither. She looked at Bakura as though he were psychotic, as she backed away from him slowly.
"Look brat, I'm very sorry." Bakura said with pale eyebrows raised at his cowering hikari girl. Was it his bare chest? Its manly, muscled glory was a bit much for the average human. "I don't know what just happened but it's ove-"
"Sorry! Is that all you can say? 'Sorry for nearly beheading you, Nina. No hard feelings'! You evil man, stay away from me! He was there inside you, probably going to come back at any moment!" Nina said shrilly as she stumbled up on her feet, looking at Bakura…like he was Evil. Yes, with a capital E. Bakura had received this look numerous times through his errr less than honorable lifetimes (can you say understatement of the year?), and had the blessing of receiving this look on a daily basis with the Pharaoh (it looked more constipated than you-are-scum-of-the-earth though, tee hee)…but on his hikari, it simply did not look right. Bakura didn't like it; he wanted that idiotic blush back.
'He wanted his little idiot to smile.' Deranged I-had-one-too-many-tequilas-in-Mexico thinking he would later categorize this ludicrous thought.
"He's gone, whoever he is. I won, Nina. You have to believe me when I say I would never-"
"Hurt me?" Nina bitterly answered his words for him. She chuckled with no mirth in her eyes, "That is the biggest lie I've ever heard in my life," She paused and her face darkened for a moment remembering a snarling Bakura's last words, "Okay maybe second biggest, but if you would never hurt me, then why'd you fling me the other day across the room? Why did you dig your nails into my arm? Why'd you try to dice me in TWO THE FIRST DAY WE MET? If you are so sure of your goodness Bakura, then WHY IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, (WHICH IS MORE I CAN SAY FOR YOU BAKURA) DID YOU ACT LIKE MY-" She broke off gasping, the unspoken written on her anguished face. She had crossed the line.
And she had piqued Bakura's insatiable curiosity. Just like mixing stale Cheerios and the milk you forgot had expired (gag); not a good mix.
The difference was that a bad breakfast you could get through after some Pepto Bismol and serious indigestion…a prodding Bakura with an overemotional Nina…had more lasting effects. Think of it as some serious indigestion.
"Act like your what, Nina?" he asked, suddenly curious.
"Nothing," she murmured to the ground, sniffing.
"It's never nothing," her Yami prodded, taking a step closer, trying to fathom his hikari's odd behavior. "Tell me."
"It's nothing important then," she answered, and then taking a not-so-discreet step backwards, she sniffed. "And I don't have to tell you anything,"
"Yes, you do. I'll be the persistent little voice in your head; I'm a patient man, brat. Tell me," he said as he grasped Nina's shoulders. He would later reflect that he never meant to tighten his hands so hard on her slim shoulders, but he honestly didn't know his own strength sometimes. Nina did not take it as calmly as her counterpart.
"Stop hurting me, Bakura!" she yelled, furious at the nails clawing into her bare skin. Bakura did as told, quickly releasing her. Her voice quieted, but the intense loathing passion in her words only grew as she murmured heatedly, "You know who you act like, Bakura? My father. And there is no greater insult than that."
A stunned silence followed.
He didn't look that old did he? (a/n: I think you all as well as I are all doing an anime fall right about now)Though Bakura's curiosity had been satisfied, he felt an empty hollowness in his victory at the deadly silence that followed. You could cut the tension with a knife. He could feel waves of anger, anger directed at HIM, emanating through their link.
Bakura felt like he had just eaten a bowl of stale Cheerios with sour expired milk.
Luckily, there was Pepto Bismol, cure to all indigestion. And this time, Pepto Bismol came in the form of a pharaoh and a worried brunette.
"OMG what just happened? Are you, okay Nina! Did you get electrocuted? Bakura, what about you; how are-" her concerned rant was cut off by a large hand over her mouth. Yami had effectively shut up his kinder half as he said coolly to Bakura, "I don't think you need to worry about him, querida. He seemed to be doing quite well when he was hitting his hikari!" Bakura's fists were tightened, ready to give that pretty boy a good punch, when he felt his hikari, yes, you know the one who gave him the insult of insults and was radiating enough hate to roast marshmallows, spoke up quickly, "No he wasn't, Mr. Yami, sir."
Great start. But as she had to answer Yami's question of "Then, what'd he do with his dagger to you, Nina?", she found herself wishing she could be mute. Mutes didn't have to answer to three pairs of questioning eyes.
"Um…he saw a bug, and tried to swat it!" she said quickly, thinking the first thing that popped into her head. She then smacked her head mentally: a bug! Could she be any lamer! "Yeah, I have an extreme bug-phobia." Apparently, she could. She continued with her lie to three pairs of disbelieving eyes.
"Well, there you have it then, Yami. Bakura didn't hurt her; he was merely swatting a fly." She reassured a grumbling Yami. But when Yami was engrossed in his mutterings, she gave Nina a wink and her perceptive eyes sparkled with mischief. She knew. Thus, Nina confirmed a fact she had long ago came to learn: sometimes, Carla was too smart for her own good.
((What the hell did you just do?))
(((I told them you saved me from a bug, Bakura))) she pointed out the obvious in a detached voice not her own.
((Bull. You stood up for me and I want to know why when just a moment ago you wanted nothing to do with a no-good thief like me.)))
Nina gave a tired sigh. (((I don't want to cause any more trouble, Bakura, alright? Please, just leave me alone.))) It was that defeated note in her voice that touched Bakura the most. She seemed so…sad.
And the mere thought of him caring an iota disgusted him far more than stale cheerios and bad milk ever could.
But it was a nice disgust…like eating too much cake…
((Yeah, well even though I didn't need your help…)) he seemed to struggle for a moment. He could feel the bile rising in his throat as he thought his next words. ((Thanks, brat.)) Ugh, too much cakey goodness.
For a moment, Bakura could've sworn he felt a small wave of gratitude directed at him amidst the hate and misery, but it was probably just his imagination. He smiled nonetheless.
However, all was not well in paradise…
"So…now, that we know Nina and Bakura are okay…" Carla started out kindly to her boyfriend before her eyes hardened, "Tell me who Zahara is."
'Not Zahara again…' Yami groaned. "She's nobody, Carla." He ran a hand through his hair worriedly, trying to evade Carla's witty questions. On the bright side, Carla had no way of knowing as long as he kept his lips sealed. He was safe.
And then he saw Carla tell the Puzzle, "Tell me the truth, Puzzle, is she really nobody?"
Yami's heart stopped as he willed the Millennium to be quiet, to obey its master. Time was still as the Puzzle contemplated who to follow: his master or his mistress?
Choose me radammit, I'm your faithful master…Remember our long history together as rulers of Egypt…You were the nice squiggly drawing next to my statue, remember?
Choose me, remember all those times I polished you…I even wore you to the dance…I would never label you a mere squiggly drawing; more like Triumphant Pyramid of Almighty Cakey Goodness (TPOACG).
Decisions, decisions…
In the end, the Millennium Puzzle glimmered at Carla: proving once more that you win more with thinking up cool acronyms than labeling them as squigglies.
Yami glared sharp daggers at the Puzzle: traitor!
Don't ask Yami how, but he could swear that the Puzzle was sticking his tongue at him: Who's the squiggly drawing now? (Yami swore to find the nearest fire and chuck said squiggly drawing in there)
Carla was sticking his tongue at him too (and not in the way he'd like); she was mocking him, that clever, deceitful, beautiful imp! She said to him mentally, with her dark eyes, deadly serious: Let's find out the truth, Yami…
Yami groaned. He was screwed.
For there was a deadly secret he had spent 5,000 years forgetting, trying to keep hidden from the world…and one innocent clever girl was going to find it out.
Damn innocence.
All four teenagers felt a lurch as the Millennium Puzzle transported them to ancient Egypt, a time where Duel Monsters were played in Shadow Games for power, thieves were hero-worshipped, and your greatest friend…could be your worst enemy.
So was the case as Yami, Carla, Nina, and Bakura landed in a heap in the Pharaoh's bedroom chamber. Who won the dogpile? Bakura, duh. (Though the Pharaoh still managed to nearly poke Bakura's eye out with the Millennium Puzzle Point…(MPP)
It was a lavish chamber, with gold glimmering off of every wall. Plush oriental rugs in the deepest ruby carpeted the floor, intricate hieroglyphics adorned the stone walls, and a desk nearby was covered in papyrus scrolls, gold objects, and the odd occasional fruit. The room was obviously expensive, in its ostentatious beauty of gold pillars marking the entrance with -you guessed it- gold painted curtains, and overall gold and rubies being the theme throughout the room. But the Yamis' and hikaris' attention was directed at the centerpiece: the Pharaoh's bed.
It was a bed that would've made Martha Stewart sell her soul for: a pure gold bed with a design of Horus' eye upfront and center, a deep ruby bedspread with what was sure, of the softest Egyptian cotton. But that wasn't what made Carla gasp.
The gold-laced, rich crimson curtains, pulled back, revealed a young man resting on a pillow, idly reading a scroll as a familiar Puzzle glinted on the night table. His tri-colored spiky hair adorning a gold crown with a Horus eye as a centerpiece, as well as the familiar crimson eyes left no doubt as to whom the man was.
"Yami! It's you! Only tanner! And wearing no shirt!" Carla gasped before anyone could shut her up. They all stood, fearful, expecting Yami to react, but his eyes were still glued to the scroll. Either Yami was a nerdy bookworm, or he really couldn't hear Carla. Carla, Yami, and Nina chose the latter. Bakura happily thought the former.
"So, this really is a memory…" Carla murmured more to herself than the others. Yami gazed at the Puzzle in Carla's hands, begging It to hear his silent plea.
Keep on dreaming, you naughty bookworm! Yami needed to get his sanity checked; he just thought he heard the Puzzle not only speak, but insult its master! (Must…find…fire…) In a desperate last attempt to avoid the inevitable, Yami tried to get everyone to leave but found it was too late: light footsteps could be heard coming nearer and nearer…
Yami resisted the urge to cower in fear and hide under the bed…barely. Carla, who was just starting to dispel her suspicions at the innocent Yami before her until-
"Why, hello Atem," purred a feminine voice.
Until Zahara arrived.
A curvy figure stepped out of the shadows and it was clear that Zahara was no passing slave or visitor. She was royalty. And a slut.
Dressed in the finest, laciest lingerie that would have made Britney Spears cry tears of envy (and the outfit could only be described as lingerie not a dress), the bra was made of the shiniest, softest white satin, begging to be touched, and trimmed with gold and rubies (in honor of guess who?). As for the white Egyptian skirt, it was…rather short. Okay, okay to be more specific Bakura and Yami felt the symptoms of a nosebleed as their eyes watered.
Zahara may have been dressed like a skank…but beauty shows no bias, and Zahara was definitely stunning. She was Supermodel tall, (much to Carla's intense dislike), slender with long lean legs that were the faintest of tan. She had short black hair cut straight with a diamond-covered gold crown with an unfamiliar signia of an etched black star. But it was her piercing, alluring gray eyes framed by long lashes that stared at "Atem" lustily.
Despite/With (depending on who you were) her ahem exotic attire, Princess Zahara was drop-dead gorgeous.
All in the room could only think one thought: Dayumn!
The Pharaoh glanced at her in surprise.
"Princess Zahara, I thought you were asleep," he said innocently enough, to Yami's delight. Just end the memory now, and I can make up a story about her being my pretentious cousin or something…
"I was…until I started thinking about…us," she whispered huskily, taking a step forward with a lusty smirk as she batted her kohl-lined eyes and pouted her desirable lips. Oh dear: definitely, not pretentious cousin material. "Can you give me a goodnight kiss; I can't sleep thinking about you, Atem…In fact, I don't want to sleep." The temptress fiddled with the bra strap while she waited for his answer.
The innuendo was clear. Yami and Atem both blushed. Carla gave a formidable scowl. And Bakura gave Yami a knowing, disgusted glance while he covered Nina's eyes with his hands as he whispered in response to her protests, "You're too innocent to see what's going to happen next, brat. Now shush."
Comprehension dawned.
Ohhhhhh…Nina blushed. She still peeked through her Yami's hands, hoping he would be wrong. She was sadly mistaken.
"Zahara," a blushing Pharaoh sputtered, "I don't think we should do that until after the-" he broke off as if the word caused him discomfort. Zahara took another step forward, until she was at the foot of the bed watching the Pharaoh with amused, calculating eyes.
"Don't be nervous, my Pharaoh. I won't bite…hard." She murmured as her eyes roamed Atem's hard, bronze, six-packed chest hungrily.
"Please, Zahara, I have to finish this report to the farmers by tomorrow," the Pharaoh Atem pleaded in a last attempt to stop her. Innocent enough, neh? But he had put down the scroll: the first sign of weakness. Carla gave a soft growl while Yami prayed futilely to the Gods: don't let Carla see what's coming next...You do want me to live, don't you?
Pharaoh Atem slinked upwards to his feet, giving in to temptation as he met the beautiful woman before him. He wrapped a strand of black hair around his finger lovingly while he murmured, "I do not know how I feel towards you Zahara," Point for Yami! "Bu-ut…I am only human…and cannot resist such beauty,"
Apparently, the Gods did not want Yami to live.
"So Zahara, now you must leave my chamber before I give in to your wiles; you have to rest up for the event tomorrow," he scolded her.
"But what if I don't want to sleep?" she asked, her pretty face descending closer and closer to Atem's…
Atem smirked sexily; Yami wailed mentally. "Then, I'll just have to teach you a lesson, then won't I?" His arms trapped the Princess in his arms, and his lips certainly taught her "lesson". Indeed, this lesson involved much tutoring in the usage of tongue and having the suction force to rival a tornado's. Carla was sickened, and when Yami tried to comfort her with a "Querida," he found she had moved far beyond his grasp to stand alone, her mind cut off to him. She was in shock.
"Oh, Atemmmm!" Zahara moaned as Atem kissed her neck. "Atem, how I love you!"
"Me too," the Pharaoh said shortly before nibbling on her ear.
Yami dearly wished he could block out the noise by singing 'Lalalalala!' but the memory was everywhere…even in his mind.
Zahara pushed Atem onto the bed as she dug her hands into his wild hair as she left a trail of kisses down his neck (O.O Nina: Oh my, Bakura: I told you to not look, stupid brat!), down his bronze chest (Carla: …), and then slowly but steadily, she kissed her way further down South to his-
"ZAHARA!" Atem yelled suddenly, turning crimson. He had been groaning in pleasure moments before, but that-that discretion was…below the belt (a/n: no pun intended!).
"What?" she said innocently. Carla felt her heart start to shatter.
"You know what, Zahara! Don't do that until-until" a modest (who knew after all that tongue action?) Pharaoh Atem stuttered, embarrassed.
"No time like the present, my Pharaoh," she said as she entwined herself into the Pharaoh on his bed. "You do love me, don't you?"
Ah, here came the big question. One whose answer could save Yami…as well as doom him to eternal damnation in the form of a 5'3 girl.
Even Carla glanced at Yami with a trace of hope before gazing at the couple on the Pharaoh's bed. Yami wanted someone to shoot him; he knew exactly what his answer was. And it wasn't "Gee whiz, can't we just be friends?" Hell no, how he wished.
Pharaoh Atem kissed her forehead before answering slowly, "Of course I love you Zahara." His lips found hers and after a minute of caressing them he whispered huskily –rubbing salt into Carla's bleeding heart, "You're the only one I could ever love."
You're the only one I could ever love…Carla's heart shattered into a billion pieces as a boy named Yami stomped on it to pieces.
But that wasn't all. Atem fell to fatal seduction to those irresistible gray eyes; he'd do anything, anything…they were so hypnotic…
And then came the revelation of the secret Yami had been trying to hide for five millennia, that would shock Nina and Bakura into silence, and would leave a certain hikari girl not only heartbroken but gone forevermore from her Yami's reach…
Zahara blew out the lamp and entwined her arms around Yami's bare chest. That didn't stop the awful words from being uttered.
"Good, so you'll be getting me an expensive present," she said softly as the soft rustling of sheets was heard. Oh dear, the bra fluttered to the floor…it had had a wardrobe malfunction. Bakura clamped his hands firmly on his hikari's eyes.
"For what?" Atem said dazedly, ogling the goddess before him. An unseen observer cackled; this was nothing like the movies where the good guys had no flaws and always triumphed over evil…This time, evil in the form of seduction had won. Yami was eternally screwed.
Because, next, came the words that Yami had tried so hard to forget. The itty bitty detail he'd "forgotten" to tell Carla about…
"For what?" Zahara purred, amused at the Pharaoh's obliviousness to her true intentions. An easy heart and sheer stupidity would always be his greatest flaws. "For our wedding, my silly fiancé. We're getting married tomorrow, don't you remember?"
I think that's an interesting soap-opera-worthy plot twist (all I need now is an evil twin clone)…Who knew that the Pharaoh was already tied? That would make Carla (gasp) the other woman…aw, shucks, I'd be furious too…
Next chapter: Saying Carla will just get angry…would be one of the biggest understatements in my life…She'll be worse…
IMPORTANT A/N: I will not be updating for a while. This is a guaranteed statement, I'm afraid because of exams (sob) next week. Math, Science, English, History, and Spanish! Waaaaahhhhh; all one day after another! And then to top it all of National Piano Guild Auditions (grumble, I'm only getting state this year…but that's a different story)…so forgive me. I will update ASAP.
It's also my Birthday on Sunday, May 22! Yay! Happy Birthday to me! And do you know what would be a really great birthday gift? A whole bunch of reviews…please? It's my birthday, once a year…So please review and you'll get nice imaginary cake from me!
Here's the completeley irrelevant, cute ficlet I thought up spur-of-moment (so uh, unless you guys wanted to wait a couple more weeks until after exams to update...just ignore the mistakes)
A Ficlet by Starlet (hey, that rhymes! I have now found the purpose of my pename!): The Day Nina Got Drunk
(a/n: for anyone who's read Fruits Basket doesn't this remind you of Ayame's: Day of Yuki's Romance title…anyways, onwards, to the ficlet!)
Nina was stressed. On-the-brink-of-losing-sanity stressed.
Today was the day her first art exposition would open, and all the pieces were still being set up…IN JAPAN DAMMIT; THE ART EXPO WAS SUPPOSED TO BE IN FLORIDA!
And she would also be attending Carla's campaign party for senator or somewhat tonight…with BAKURA. A blood vessel started throbbing at the mere thought.
Oh dear, she grabbed the nearby full glass and chugged it without a thought. She innocently thought it was apple juice. She gagged on the first gulp and as she choked it down she realized the truth; it was Bakura's Egyptian imported beer (B: "'cause that's where the best beer is made, dammit!")!
She didn't spit the burning drink out for the mere sake of keeping her dress intact. She was all for dumping the rest of the alcohol down the drain, but she remembered Bakura's response of when she once asked why he drunk, "It soothes my nerves, and Ra knows, that I need it being with you every day!" Hmmmm…
Nina eyed the glass dubiously; anything Bakura liked religiously…was something that was either a) illegal, b) labeled as DANGEROUS on the CIA reports or c) just plain health hazardous to her life. But by Jove, she needed something to calm her down!
Nina had never had a drop of alcohol in her life (except once on her 16th birthday…but she was still clearing her prison record on that; she didn't know that it was a guy, she swore! And those marijuana trees really DID look like palm trees…so that didn't count…except that Bakura still laughed hysterically whenever that was mentioned, but still!) So it was with trepidation that she took a hesitant sip of the highly alcoholic drink. Her mouth tingled unpleasantly at the bitter taste, but in the name of sanity, she took another sip. Not bad; she took another…wheeeeeeee, the room was spinning and saying hello to her. "Hiya, room!" she said to it. She even waved politely back to it.
She had no idea why Bakura said she had zero alcohol tolerance.
By the time Bakura came out of the bathroom, showered and dressed in a tuxedo (a/n: drool), that 'one little sip to calm down my nerves' had turned into exactly six beer bottles with Nina happily chugging down her seventh, while she hummed 'I'm too Sexy'.
Nina was definitely in Lala land.
"I'm too sexy for my shirt," she sang loudly while Bakura came through, starting to lift up the hem of her dress-
"GOOD GOD, WOMAN! ARE YOU MAD?" Bakura yelled, eyes popping out of his head, as he hurriedly pulled the dress down.
"'Course not," Nina slurred, "Sing with me 'Kura! I'm on the catwalk, yeah!…"
Bakura eyes switched back from the half-empty beer bottle of HIS beer to Nina's tipsy singing of "I'm too Sexy" to the letter near Nina's hand which read, "We regret to inform you that we have misplaced your artworks…in Tokyo, Japan…"
Suffice to say, you didn't need Scooby Doo to solve this mystery. So Bakura did what any normal Yami did…
"Nina, first let go of the drink…I said LET GO, gimme it!" Bakura said, wrenching the bottle away from his drunk hikari girl. He then peered at her disheveled appearance as she strutted down her imaginary runway still proclaiming her sexiness in her "I'm too sexy for youuuuuu!"
Meh, she'd be fine.
"Of course you are, Nina" Bakura said calmly, steering the tipsy girl towards the door, "Now, let's just get through this night; You're a guest of honor for Carla so you have to show up. Just don't speak, don't look anyone in the eye, and for Ra's sake, DO NOT SING!"
"'Kay," Nina hiccupped with a thumbs up sign, leaving the pile of empty beer bottle unnoticed by her Yami. Bakura reasoned that it had only been one drink, right?
How much could happen with just a bit of alcohol?
Extra, extra! Read all about it! DRUNK GIRL SEXUALLY HARRASSES AND VOMITS ON PRESIDENT!
DO WE HAVE ANOTHER MONICA?
GIRLS GO WILD AT SURPRISE PRESIDENTIAL APPEARANCE!
'I'M TOO SEXY' GOES OFF THE CHARTS THIS WEEK!
Nina had had an, ahem, interesting night.
So interesting in fact, that she was going to shoot herself as soon as she found where Bakura had hidden the gun…
"Sexually harass! All I did was ask the President to sing 'I'm too Sexy with me'!" Nina said, indignant before clutching her head in pain; she had a massive hangover.
"Perhaps your memory is a bit foggy, my dear little idiot. I seem to recall it being more like you flashing the American leader while you tried to get him to 'go on the catwalk' with you. And then you threw up on him." Bakura said calmly. Really, he was taking this in stride. Or maybe it was just because he had already spent all his laughter the day before, laughing uproariously at Nina's predicament (he had had the joy of telling the President exactly where in Nina's childhood she had gone wrong and how susceptible she was to alcohol: see sixteenth birthday.) As he saw his interview on NBC, he reckoned he had summed it all up in his cheerful, "Well, I guess it started when she started having this far-fetched notion of having a second self…Yes, yes, she was always a bit off the rocker, but bless her soul, she sounds so cute when she refers to herself in the third person…"
'Bless his heart for being such a good Yami,' thought Nina as she sought the butter knife; it would have to do in the absence of the gun.
"When they started cheering for him, I guess I got a bit out of hand…" Nina said, blushing, trying to defend herself. Bakura delicately raised an eyebrow. He flipped the channel to every station showing Nina's actions of 'wardrobe malfunction' over and over again…It was the Janet Jackson Superbowl Part II to say the least. "CNN and NBC just called wanting an interview, of the 'Girl gone wild'." Bakura said mildly. "Oh yeah, and Playboy called; they want you to be on the cover of their next issue." Nina's blush intensified.
"Oh, and the best part is," Bakura said with a chuckle, "I got a phone call from the President asking if you'd like to come over to the White House anytime…" Bakura waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"That. Is. It. I will never drink again," Nina resolved, blushing beet red. She went over to the sink and proceeded to dump out every beer bottle she could find.
Well, almost every one.
Bakura kept the last one in his hand, smirking mischievously: There was still Valentine's Day after all…
Fin
And that is why you shouldn't drink and go to presidential parties. They just don't mix. I hope you liked that random fic that has nothing to do with the story; it's just for entertainment (hey, I thought it was cute)! Try to keep in mind the huge betrayal Yami did to Carla for next chapter!
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Starlet36