Chapter 4: Ghost Busters
Should this be a yaoi? I don't know, you people influence me. Um… I just found out Ryou's supposed to live in an apartment. Well, um… his father wanted to live with him again. That's it! So he recently moved and brought that unholy piano with him. (Not saying pianos are unholy, just that one. I heart Beethoven!) That explains it.
They finally let him into see Ryou. Bakura was very impatient with all that he talked to, nurses, doctors, secretaries… he demanded that he was let in to see Ryou. He deserved to see Ryou after they poked him and ripped a big chunk of flesh out of his arm. He absentmindedly rubbed it. It was a soothing motion, up and down…
"Mister, you can see Ryou now," said a nurse.
Bakura smiled an evil smile at her and then flung open the door to Ryou's room. Ryou turned to look at him, then shrugged and continued to watch the TV that was on the wall. Bakura wondered how they got it up there. Bakura's eyes wandered off onto the off-white walls. This bothered him. Why weren't the walls just white… not off-white. Just white would make a lot more sense…
"Bakura?" a light voice called. "Why are you staring at the wall like you're going to eat it?" (He might too)
Bakura shook his head as if trying to get the argument out of his head. White hair blocked his red eyes from seeing anything. Ryou noticed that Bakura's hair almost matched his skin color… almost. Bakura pushed the hair from his face in a feminine-like manner. Ryou giggled.
"What are you laughing at, scar boy?" Bakura snapped, his red eyes full of flame, but that did not block out the dark circles from underneath his eyes.
"You shouldn't be talking," Ryou mumbled, turning his focus back to the TV.
Bakura came and sat down on the bed in a careless fashion. Ryou bounced up and down but continued to watch the TV. Bakura began to peel off the bandages from his arm. He threw the white and unstained bandages in Ryou's face.
"Look, no blood. They took a chunk out of my arm. It's back now, and I bet your neck has stopped bleeding." Bakura began to peel off those bandages too. Ryou squealed.
"That hurts!" he pushed Bakura away but Bakura ended up just ripping off the bandages.
"Now does it hurt?" Bakura asked soothingly. He began to stroke Ryou's neck.
"N-n-no," Ryou stammered.
Bakura put his head down in Ryou's lap. Ryou looked down at him in amazement. Ever since he got his own body, Bakura had never been nice to Ryou, or when he was, it wasn't very long. Maybe he would complement him, or stop giving him nasty looks, but whatever or whenever, Ryou treasured these moments. Bakura never showed affection like this before, so Ryou wanted to make it last. Ryou began to run his fingers through Bakura's silvery-white hair.
"Hikari, you have such a wonderful touch," he mumbled into Ryou's lap.
"I know," Ryou smiled and looked down at the almost-asleep Bakura. Soon Bakura dozed off and began to snore. Ryou liked it when he was asleep, he was quiet, peaceful, beautiful, and he couldn't destroy things. "I love you… Amane." (Amane is Ryou's little sister for those of you who don't know)
Bakura woke up in Yugi's room, sleeping on his 'little bed.' It was his own, on the floor. Obviously he wasn't good enough to sleep on the bed. He saw Ryou, Yugi and Yami playing video games. Oh wow,Bakura thought sarcastically in his mind, lookie there, there's a car-type thing and it just got blown up. How fun, oh boy can I play?
Thunder was heard and a flash of lightning appeared. Bakura leapt in the air and began to scream. He saw rain pouring down from Yugi's window. Shiny white sheets of it were coming down in contrast to the dark sky. Bakura shuttered.
"Why'd your yami just scream like a girl?" Yugi asked.
"Don't make fun of him… be nice. He was nice to me today so therefore if I'm nice back he'll always be nice…" that's what you think.
Bakura crawled over on all fours to the TV and sat next to Ryou. He looked at the TV interested. Ryou watched him for awhile, starting to think that this was very amusing.
"Do you want to try?"
Bakura snatched the controller from Ryou's outstretched hand and began pushing random buttons. Ryou tried to explain what he was to do, but Bakura didn't understand. He eventually figured it out, lost a few times, and then thrusted the controller back into Ryou's hands. He decided that he like watching this better than playing.
Soon they turned off the games and the TV and prepared to go to sleep. Bakura thought that he heard something. He ignored it and rolled over, kicking Ryou in the process.
"Hey!" Ryou protested.
"Do you hear something?" Bakura asked, ignoring Ryou's comment. There was a long pause.
"Yeah… oh my goodness it's Moonlight!"
"Shit, of all the times them damn fuckers picked when I was sleepin' to scare us." Bakura moaned. He got up and stretched like a cat.
Bakura walked blindly to the door, tripped over something, and then opened the door that led to the dark hallway. Ryou followed him, and also Yugi and Yami who had silently gotten up. Obviously they had heard the noise. Bakura led the way down the stairs and proudly found his way into the game shop. He heard something move, yelped and then hid behind his hikari.
"Spare me," Ryou said, letting Yugi lead the way.
Yugi walked into his grandfather's room. He heard slight snoring, and music playing loudly.
"We don't have a piano so," Yugi walked deeper into the room. "So, it must be grampa's radio!" Yugi picked up a radio, or what most people thought was a radio because they truly couldn't see it.
"I'm an idiot," Bakura mumbled and headed upstairs and back into Yugi's room. He was followed by everyone else too.
The next morning Bakura was rudely shaken awake. His eyes hurt from the bright sunlight. He looked at the suspect. Of course, it was Ryou.
"Bakura, we're leaving for school. Be a good boy and don't mess anything up." Ryou left Bakura who was feeling stupid and confused. Now why did he just act like I was a child? The ghosts must be getting to him.
"Bakura?" squeaked a small voice behind him a few minutes after the two boys had left. "Bakura, do you want to go on a walk with me?" it was Yami.
"Mmf," he murmured, not really caring at all. He meant to say no but it didn't come out that way.
"Please?"
"Stop it I'm tired!" Bakura snapped. He stuck his face into the pillow and growled.
"Come on," Yami whined some more. Bakura turned his head from the dirty pillow and glared at him.
"Dammit, I'm tired, can't you see? All I want to do is sleep so go away!"
"Fine, no food for you," Yami slowly walked away, waiting for Bakura to pounce.
"Food?" Bakura leapt up and raced to the door. "Where's the food? Tell me or you shall die a painful and bloody death, and you shall also have all you possessions stolen from you."
"Okay, just follow me." Yami opened the door and quietly walked into the hall. He walked down the stairs and passed Yugi's grandfather.
"Hello boys, didn't you just leave for school?" he asked. Yami shook his head and Bakura glared with his deep, crimson eyes.
"No," Yami said politely, waving his hand at him.
They exited the shop and Yami began to walk fast. Bakura was at his heels. Bakura noticed that Yami had changed clothes, unlike himself. He was in a black sports jacket and jeans with a baggy black tank top. Bakura snorted at his poor fashion sense.
"So, where's the food, Pharaoh?" Bakura snarled.
"We're going there, just wait." Yami slowed his pace slightly.
They continued to walk for awhile until they got a little deeper into the city of Domino. Yami want and walked into a McDonald's. He went up to the cashier who was not busy at the time and ordered something.
"Where's the food?" Bakura asked.
"It's coming, just wait." Yami said. Bakura tapped his fingers impatiently on the counter top.
"Here's your order," said a girl with numerous piercings including her eyebrow, lip, and nose and she had fake black hair. She was in black and red long-sleeved shirt with a McDonald's t-shirt over it.
Surprisingly, Yami bent over the counter top and kissed her. It wasn't just a kiss; it was a passionate kiss that included tongues. Bakura was taken aback.
"I love you," he whispered in the girl's ear.
"I love you too," she replied.
Yami took the tray and smiled at her. Both Bakura and Yami found a table to sit at. Bakura intensely stared at Yami.
"I would like to know what just happened back there." Bakura asked sarcastically.
"Well, that was my girlfriend. Please don't tell Yugi."
"Blackmail," Bakura murmured excitedly.
"You won't or there will be no food for you."
"Fine, be that way," Bakura looked over to the side.
Yami slide him a sandwich and Bakura began to eat. Once they were done Bakura and Yami prepared to leave. The girl slunk over to Yami and began kissing on him. Bakura turned his head in disgust. They were starting to practically make-out when Bakura got up and left. Yami soon followed him.
"Sorry about that." Yami said. "Sometimes it's just hard to keep my hands off her." Bakura was too lost in 'more important' thoughts to hear him.
Yami likes a goth… that makes no sense at all. I thought that he was punk.
Bakura took his time and he and Yami began to walk back to the Bakura mansion. He started to shake uncontrollably. Bakura backed away from the manor.
"Something wrong?" Yami asked.
"Yes, don't you feel the presence?" Bakura started to sweat. Yami paused.
"Yes… I think I do."
"Well, they're ghosts… what are we going to do about it?" Bakura was slowly backing away from the house.
"Well…" Yami thought hard. He didn't know nor did he want Bakura to know.
"Hey, have you seen that movie Ghost Busters?" Bakura asked, totally off topic.
"That has nothing to do with this." Yami stated.
"Oh, but it does. Have you seen it?" Yami groaned.
"It's one of Yugi's favorites."
"Well, they stuck up ghosts with vacuum cleaners, right?" Yami nodded. "Ryou always threatens me with a vacuum cleaner… and I'm a spirit… so it must work!"
Yami didn't want to mention that those were not just vacuum cleaners, they had something else to them. He also didn't mention that the vacuum thing with him wouldn't work because he had a body, and Ryou might beat him to a bloody pulp… he just wanted Bakura to shut up. He didn't mind Bakura but in this state he just wanted to rip off his tongue. He also knew that the vacuum needed a plug, and he was sure that Bakura wasn't aware of that.
"Yeah…" Yami agreed, not really but seemingly.
"Well, I'm gonna break into that house over there and steal some vacuums!" Bakura exclaimed, making the man next door look over from his riding lawn mower. (Why they needed them in the suburbs beats me)
"Yeah… sure, you can do that if you want to…" Yami turned and sat down on the stairs to the door. "I'll just be waiting right here…"
"So the almighty Pharaoh is not going to help me?" Bakura pondered.
"No, you're the Tomb Robber. Tomb Robber," Yami pointed out.
"Tomb Robber, not House Robber, even though I can steal from any house that I desire still, I'm not meant to steal from a house, but I can."
Bakura stalked over to the house and crawled through an open window. Yami laughed to himself. About a couple minutes in he heard a scream, and then Bakura quickly jumped through the window with a vacuum and a hand vacuum.
"Get it?" Yami asked.
"Yes," Bakura said through clenched teeth. "What do you think these are?"
"Well, come 'on, we don't want to keep the ghosts waiting!" Yami put on a fake smile and pushed Bakura first. He took the hand vacuum and stood behind Bakura.
"Yup, don't want to…" Bakura looked at the house and shivered. "Keep… ghosts waiting…"
Bakura flung open the door and pointed his vacuum around like a gun, which was hard considering its size. The appeared to be no ghosts.
"It think you scared them off."
"Really?" Bakura asked sarcastically.
"Just get your ass inside." Yami pushed Bakura inside and Bakura immediately ran out.
"What the fuck pharaoh? You don't order me around!" Bakura pushed Yami inside.
"Wimpy little cry baby…" Yami muttered and walked in. "Hey! Hey, you ghosts! I have a friend named Bakura who would love to meet—" Yami was cut off because his head was smashed with a vacuum.
"Pharaoh you dumbass!" Bakura was really pissed now. His face was bright red.
"Ow!"
"Well, you are fucking calling to the fucking ghosts!"
"That's not reason to hit someone with a vacuum—"
"Take that!"
"Ow…"
Amane was standing there, staring at the two boys fighting. First Bakura spotted her and then stopped his part of the fighting. Yami stopped soon after.
"Ghost?"
"Come with me…" she said in a voice that sounded like an echo.
Bakura stupidly followed Amane (Yami followed Bakura) as she led them both deeper into the house. She led them down dark hallways and her luminescent glow allowed them to see. Bakura was so curious to see what this innocent little girl would lead him to.
Amane stopped at a door and then walked straight through it. Bakura put his hand on the handle and growled.
"What's wrong, Tomb Robber?" Yami asked.
"Something is wrong." He growled back.
"What?"
"Let's find out." Bakura wrenched open the door.
What he saw inside he will never forget.
The room was covered on pink. A king size bed sat squarely in the middle of the room, cloaked with pink satin and a canopy made of the same material. The floor was covered in plush pink carpet. There were curtains that sparkled pink in the dim light of the room. There was a dresser and a mirror on the other side of the bed. There Amane was combing her hair.
But it was there for only a second.
The room seemed to shift. The light went out and small rays of it crept in through the holes chewed by moths in the curtains. The moths had done the same to the canopy on the bed. The bed itself was covered in dried blood and stains as well as the carpet.
No one had been in this room for ages.
Ever since Amane died they didn't even clean it.
But through the cracked mirror Bakura could see something more. A dead face of Amane stared back at him. The green flesh around her features was peeling off to reveal a bone jutting out. Her eyes had been eaten away by insects and her teeth had mostly yellowed completely. Her once small and perfect nose was gone, revealing a stump and bones.
Bakura let out a yelp and turned to run away. He saw Yami had disappeared. He didn't pay attention to details such as those though, and grasped at the door handle. His sweaty palms made his hand slip the first time, but then he used his left hand and threw the door open.
He tore through the house in vain efforts to get out of the house. He wouldn't leave unscathed though. Something passed through him. Thick, crimson blood spurted out onto his skin as the tear in his stomach opened wider. He stumbled out of the house and into the gray cement of the sidewalk. He grasped at his side where the slash had formed.
"Hey!" called a voice of a brown haired boy.
Perfect, a new body. Bakura growled in his mind.
Bakura opened his mouth to reveal large fangs.
"Are you okay mister?" asked the little boy as he neared the white haired mentally unstable teen.
"I will be." He hissed in a cold voice.
Bakura's dark crimson eyes lit up with fire as the boy paled. He hissed one finally time and then pushed his spirit into the boy's body. The boy's spirit immediately directed itself to Bakura's bleeding body. The bodies took their form. Bakura, now in the boy's body now looked like himself, with a white t-shirt and black leather pants. The boy had a large hole where his stomach was.
"I'm better now," Bakura answered finally. "What the fuck? I thought all my injuries went away? Why is this here?" Bakura looked at the mark slowly emerging in his skin on his left wrist. "Damn. And look, a bonus, it's (it has) spread a little."