Just a quick note from
the pathetic author. No, I don't own YGO. Nor would I want to. I'd
probably be mauled for my horrible plots and pairings. Haha.
Seriously. Anyway, this dreadful story is dedicated to several
different people. But mostly Subaru. BECAUSEISAIDSO. Oh, I don't
own Alice in Wonderland either. Dear god I wish I did. Because if I
did own Alice, and I did own YGO, then, oh my, than this tale
wouldn't just be a story, it would be.. THETRUTH.
gigglesnerk
Thankyou, thatwillbeall. taffynibblinghere
It was a dreadfully rainy day. Nothing to do, nobody to bother. The
kind of day where one must stay inside and tend to the dishes or read
a novel or something else to that extent. Something that Bakura was
NOT interested in doing. No, most definitely not.
Bakura slouched down into the couch with an angry grunt of 'I hate
rainy days', as Ryou cheerfully pushed the video into the VCR. Why
he couldn't have gotten the digitally re-mastered or whatever in
gods names it was called DVD from the store was beyond him. Perhaps
it was because they didn't have a DVD player. Bakura decided to
bring this up next time they went to the store.
This
did give him a terribly nice chance to oogle his hikari's bum,
though.
Suddenly finding himself lost in his
thoughts, he failed to notice when Ryou plopped down next to him and
pushed play on the remote. Only did he begin to notice the movie was
playing when the said person elbowed him sharply in the side. Gods,
the boy had pointy elbows. Probably from being so damn thin. Bakura
decided to bring this up, as well, next time they went shopping. Note
to self, buy more food.
As the movie went on, the
spirit began to feel himself grow more and more tired. The couch was
rather soft and comfy, and the sound of rain make almost anybody
relaxed.
Bakura awoke with a start, the end of movie
buzzing filling the room and signaling the end of the credits. He
yawned and sat up, drowsily rubbing at his eyes. Only to notice a
very scantily clad playboy bunny in the middle of the living room.
Namely, Ryou.
Of course, he did what any good and
slightly horny yami would do.
He went after Ryou.
Several laps around the kitchen, and two around the yard before the
smaller boy glanced down at a thin strap watch on his wrist and
exclaimed, "Fuck, I'm late!" And thus, ran down the street and
disappeared in a manhole.
Yes, manhole.
Giving an annoyed grunt, Bakura carefully peered down the hole.
So, Ryou'd finally lost it. Late for lord knows what in a bunny
costume and diving down manholes. Sounds like something Marik would
do.
Unfortunately for our poor protagonist, the
ground was still very slippery and he felt himself topple down the
hole. Very, very slowly. An echo of 'Shit!' rebounding off the
walls.
However, as he noticed fairly quickly, he
wasn't really FALLING.
More like floating gently.
And that's when he realized what he was wearing.
"The fuck?" Bakura gave the white and blue dress a repulsed
look, wondering when the hell this thing appeared. Though he should
have been wondering more about where he was falling to, exactly. And
why the hell his furniture was in a manhole.
He
landed in a very clumsy manner on the ground, only to hear an
annoying snicker from somewhere nearby. Apparently, he was in a room.
Not a very BIG room, but a room. Empty, if you ignore the checkered
floor and the door across the room. The door that Ryou was opening
and disappearing into at that moment.
Bakura bolted
forewards, yanking open the door only to be faces with a smaller
door. And then a smaller door after that. And a smaller one. And a
smaller one. And this went of for a little while until he came to be
faced with a door of around twelve inches tall.
Despite his predicament, Bakura snorted. "Doubt even the pharaoh
and his brat could fit through this." Finally, he pulled on the
knob, only to hear a loud yelp. Caught off guard, he attempted a
backwards roll, landing on one knee in what he thought looked like a
menacing judo position, though it only caused the door to snicker.
"For gods.. mind telling someone before you go and try to yank them
open?" The door sulked slightly, twitching it's 'nose'.
Bakura sighed and rubbed his temples. "Have you seen a little white
playboy bunny run through here?" "Mm.. maybe" The door smirked.
"Maybe not."
Brandishing a knife that was
cleverly tucked into his bloomers, Bakura advanced towards the door.
"Now, have you seen the bunny or not?" "Uh..yes. He went that
way." And the doorknob opened it's keyhole very wide, to show
Ryou running down a path. Spotting Bakura's hand going at his knob
again, the door pulled away. "Now, hold on a second! I'm LOCKED
and you're too big. You have to get the drink from the table."
Before the spirit could mention anything about a lack of the
fucking table, it appeared from the middle of the room. With a small
drink exclaiming 'Drink me' on top of it. So, he did just that.
And shrank until he was the perfect size to fit through the door.
"Are you going to open or what?" "Impatient, are we?," The
door remarked dryly. "I told you. I'm locked. You need the key."
And a key appeared on the table, which, by now, was far to high up to
climb.
So Bakura did the next best thing. He took his
knife and began to try and pry to door off it's hinges. And
succeeded, the door eventually laying face down on the checkered
floor. However, as this was done, the room slowly began to fill with
water until it became, frankly, an ocean.
"Fuck.,"
The yami sighed, perching atop his door-raft. "I hate rainy
days."
Haha. Yes, craptastic. And a tad short, I
know. Next chapter I'll write more, honest! That is, if people
actually decide to like the story. And not flame me. Mm. Comment and
all that lot, and I'll update even faster!
