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Bow: Could it be? Chapter Seven?
Dragon: *blinks* Yes...
Bow: Ah... Okay.
Dragon: You shouldn't be working on your fanfic. You're still sick, and have missed three days of school.
Bow: Pah! I'm well enough to type :\/...
Dragon: Don't give me that face, you!
Bow: *huggles her Blue Eyes White Dragon plushie* Phbt! :P
Dragon: *glares at plushie* Stupid stuffed dragon...
Bow: Pah! *blinks* Oh, and I'm going a little out of order, as we can't exactly have the reason for Jou going to Duelist Kingdom being the whole sister eye operation thing .()...
Bow: REVIEWS!!!
Naturi: Ah, but he gets what he deserves later! ~.^
fdkj (Huh?): I will continue it, don't worry!
Dark Beloved of Light: Oh man, Cerberus? He's a pain in the ass! Took me, like, ten times to beat him!
jeti: Well, If I do die, I'll have Wakka to revive me. *bats eyes at Wakka*
animegirl1234: Yup!
firedraygon97: Thanks!
Princess Strawberry: Pointers? Well, I just read other peep's lemons for ideas. But, I'm in the process of reading your fic and I really like it! DIE TEA/ANZU!!!!
Dark Lady Setsuna: Understand them? You think I do?! ^____^()....
blondchick14: Where do you go to High School? Mybe you know a friend or two of mine from back home!
Jinhito: Yes, look, see? An update!
eisha2791: Pikachu! DIEEEE!!! *wallops him with large mallet*
Silent-angel1413: Thanks!
~*~*~
"Hey, Serenity, how you holding up?"
The young girl's head jerked up, auburn hair swaying back and forth from the sudden movement. She... almost recognised the voice, but she couldn't see him, as her eyes were covered with white bandages.
"J-Jounouchi?" She asked quietly, brushing strands of long hair from her face as she sat up in her hospital bed.
"Nope. Guess again," the voice teased, laughing gently.
"...Honda?" She inquired, smiling weakly.
"Yup! How are you, kiddo?" He asked her with a laugh, sitting down on the bed.
Serenity felt his weight push down on the bed near her knees, and she reached out to touch his shoulder. Her smile widened as he took her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
"I'm all right, Honda. But, I can't wait 'till I can see again. I can't stand having these bandages on my eyes..." She whined, turning her head to the direction of Honda's voice.
"But they can't be taken off too early or it could undo all the work that the surgeons did," Honda reprimanded gently.
"I know," she sighed, taking her hand from Honda's and resting it in her lap. "So, how's Jou? He hasn't come to visit me in a few days now..."
"You know your big brother... He's with Kaiba almost constantly," Honda growled, brown eyes narrowing dangerously.
Serenity giggled quietly. "Oh, come on, Honda. Seto isn't THAT bad. I've met him a few times and he seems really nice. What does he look like?"
Honda paused, an evil smile coming to his lips. "What does he...look like? Well..." Honda paused again, thinking. "Do you know what a Niwatori looks like?"
"Yes," Serenity began warily.
"Well, he looks about ten times worse then a Niwatori. He's really fat, has no taste in clothing, and he's bald," Honda told her, taking in another breath to add more horrible qualities to his list.
"Excuse me?!"
Honda jumped, looking over into the firey blue eyes of Seto Kaiba. Behind the enraged brunette was a stuttering Jounouchi, who's face had gone completely red with anger.
"HONDA!!! NOT ONLY DID YOU COME TO SEE MY SISTER, BUT YOU'RE INSULTING THE ONE I LOVE!!!" Jou screamed, blasting past his lover to kill his best friend.
"Jou!" Seto cried out, trying to reach after him and grab his shirt, but he missed, grabbing only air.
"Jou?" Serenity asked quietly, but her voice was drowned out by Honda's terrified yelp as he was hit over the head with a lunch tray from Serenity's bedside table.
"Bastard!" Jou screamed, hitting Honda again with the plastic tray.
"Ow! Jou! Hey, stop!" Honda yelped, trying to protect his head from the horrible Tray of Doom(TM)!
"Jou! Calm down, Jou," Seto told him, taking a firm grip on the blonde's wrists and wrenching the Tray of Doom(TM) from his hands.
Jou took a deep breath, the blood slowly draining from his face as he watched Honda twitch repeatedly as he lay curled up at Serenity's feet.
"Ok... Ok..." Jou panted, brushing a strand of blonde hair from his amber eyes.
"'Cause now I want to kill him!" Seto growled, raising the Tray of Doom(TM) over his head. He then began to beat Honda's twitching form with the rectangular piece of plastic.
"BOYS!!!"
The three hotheaded males paused, looking over to Serenity, who was the one who had yelled. Seto set the Tray of Doom(TM) down meekly, glancing over at Jou, who was glancing over at Honda, who was still trembling in a tightly curled up ball.
"Sorry Serenity," Seto and Jou mumbled quietly, red creeping up onto their cheeks.
The girl harrumphed, crossing her arms as she stared down the three boys... only... she couldn't see them. But, she instinctively knew where they were, as she was a girl, and had a bit of control over the trio.
Honda lifted his head, looking around worriedly to make sure that he wouldn't be barraged once more with repeated whackings.
"Don't worry, Honda. They won't hurt you again," Serenity told him, trying to hide a laugh.
"Not today, anyway," Jou whispered to Seto.
Seto snickered, and Serenity threw them a fierce glare that quieted them.
Honda bolted upright, sitting cross-legged at Serenity's feet as he coughed into his fist embarrasedly. "Right... Uh... I'll be going now. I'll seya later, Seren!"
Honda shuffled out of the hospital room quickly, his face turning an even deeper crimson.
Serenity sat up in her bed, crossing her legs and turning to the two remaining boys.
Jou sat down next to his little sister, putting an arm around her shoulders and hugging her to him. "So, how's my little baby sister doin'?"
Serenity blushed lightly. "Jou!"
"Heh heh! I'm just playing, Seren. But really, how are ya?" Jou teased, smiling.
"I'm fine, Jou. I just can't wait to see you again," she told him.
Jou colored. "Aww. C'mon now, sis, you're making me blush, ya know?"
Seto grinned, ruffling his lover's hair as he sat down next to him on the bed. "But you look so cute when you blush."
"Seto!" Jou gasped.
"Not that you don't look cute all the time," Seto amended.
"SETO!!!" Jou exclaimed, his face turning an even deeper red.
Seto chuckled, pulling the blonde onto his lap while Serenity giggled while trying to maintain her ability to breathe. The brunette wrapped his arms around the utterly embarrased blonde, kissing his cheek.
"Guys! I can hear you!" Serenity excalimed, blushing a deep crimson.
Seto colored, laughing quietly. "Sorry Serenity. I couldn't help it. He's just so cute!"
"Ahh! My ears!" Serenity cried, covering her ears with her hands.
"Seto! You're going to scar her for life with talk like that!" Jou told his lover playfully.
"Aww..." Seto mumbled, grinning. "So, are we going to tell her why we are here or not?"
"Oh, right," Jou muttered reluctantly. "Serenity, Seto, Honda, and I will be gone for a little while. We're leaving on Saturday for a Duel Monster's Tournament."
"How long is a little while?" Serenity asked quietly, lowering her hands from her ears.
"Not too long, sis. Maybe a week or two," Jou told her.
"Well, just make sure you win, okay Jou?" She told him with a smile.
Jou laughed, ruffling her hair gently. "Alright, Serenity. I'll win for you."
~*~*~
Dragon: What the hell are you typing for?! You have a friend over!
Bow: So? She's reading a magazine, and doesn't care if I work on my Fanfic. Besides, I'm only writing this little bit before the next scene.
Dragon: You shouldn't be writing at all... and you're still sick.
Bow: My throat is just itchy! Leave me alone!
Dragon: Itchy my scaly behind! You can't miss another day of school!
Bow: I won't!
Dragon: And what about all that homework, missy?
Bow: Don't call me missy, and I'll do it later.
Dragon: Humph. That's what you always say, you liar!
Bow: I'm not lying!
Dragon: Yes you are!
Bow: I HAVE to do it tonight or I'm screwed. So I'll do it!
Dragon: v.v...
~*~*~
"What about this?"
Ryou turned his head, dark brown eyes flattening as he stared at the dark red tank-top in his yami's hand. "No," he muttered blankly.
Bakura's eyes narrowed back at his hikari, still holding the tank-top in his hand. A pile of scattered shirts lay behind him on the floor, along with a few stray hangers that had bounced out of the closet from having their clothing pulled off of them roughly. "What do you have all these shirts for if you're never going to wear them?"
"I wear them!"
Bakura raised an eyebrow, making a noise in his throat. "Oh, really?"
"Y-yes! I just like my sweater!" Ryou stuttered, looking away.
"Come on, you'd look so much better in this! It's nice and warm out, you don't need a sweater!" Bakura coaxed.
"No! And I look fine in my sweater!" Ryou pouted.
Bakura's eyes narrowed, a growl rising in his throat. "You look like a weakling in that thing!"
"What does it matter to you what I wear?"
"Because I'm forced to wear it too!" Bakura barked, tugging on his own sweater like it was an evil slime on his flesh.
Ryou grinned, turning away from the angered yami as he pulled his dueling deck out of his pocket and placed it on his dresser. "Let me fix your hair, and I'll wear that tank-top."
"Never!" Bakura growled defensively, bringing his arms over his head protectively.
"Then I keep the sweater," Ryou sighed.
"No you don't! You're changing out of that thing!"
"Don't think so Bakura. Not unless you let me fix your hair."
"You mean maim, mutilate, sever! Would you like me to get a thesaurus and find a few more synonyms for what you want to do to my hair?!"
"Not really."
"Alright then! And you're still changing!"
"No. But your hair would look so much better! It looks like a few colonies of rats live in it!"
"And I like it that way."
"But!"
"No buts! I've had my hair this way for Millennia, and I'm not changing it now!"
Ryou turned back to Bakura, his eyes wide and pouty in the notorious puppy- dog-eyes manuver that was used by many, Yugi and Mokuba included. Bakura winced at the cuteness, and his heart felt like it split in half when Ryou pulled out the lip-pout. Oh, the painful cuteness! He was defenseless! When had he become so fond of his hikari?!
"Please, Bakura? Or... does your hair mean more to you then I do?" Ryou whimpered, sniffing.
"No, that's not true!" Bakura yelped.
"You love your hair more then me!" Ryou sobbed.
"Come on, Love! Nothing means more to me then you do!" Bakura pleaded.
"Liar! You love your hair more! Go on, leave me for your hair, I know you want to!" Ryou wailed, squeezing out a few tears as he fought not to laugh.
"Ryou!" Bakura sighed, shaking his head. "I can't believe I'm about to do this... Alright, if it means that much to you, you can fix my hair."
"Yay!" Ryou exclaimed, almost tackling his yami as he dragged him to the bathroom where he hid all of his instruments of torture, aka, his hair supplies.
Bakura's eyes widened in horror as he watched Ryou pull out different gels, brushes, and a pair of scissors. "No! You can do anything but cut it!"
"Okay, okay," Ryou told him, putting the scissors back in their drawer.
Anyone outside of the bathroom would have been severely frightened. Cries of pain echoed down the hallway as tangles were pulled, and a number of brushes flew out of the room as Bakura let out his anger of being hurt on the instruments of torture.
"There. Done!" Ryou chirped happily.
Bakura stared at his reflection blankly. It was all... wet... and shiny... and straight! What happened to the whole ragged look! He looked down at the bathroom counter at the suspiciously neat-looking locks of his hair. Sure, Ryou had ripped out plently of his hair in his efforts to undo tangles, but he had apparently unearthed his scissors during his periods of blinding agony! The sneaky little-! He was too angry to come up with what he was!
"Do you like it?"
Bakura's eye twitched at the sickly sweet tone in his hikari's voice. He chose not to speak, because if he opened his mouth, he feared he'd start letting how he REALLY felt emerge. He calmly walked over to the bathtub, turning the knob to let water spill into the white basin.
"Bakura? What are you doing?"
The yami remained silent as the water level rose.
"Bakura?"
Still no response.
"Bakura?! AHH!!!"
Bakura dunked his head into the water, scrubbing his hair vigourously to rid it of gel and shinyness. He whiped his head back as he turned off the water, getting Ryou thoroughly wet with the fat water dropletts that had collected in his hair. He snatched up a towel and dried his hair slightly, dropping the towl on the floor as he shook his head like a dog.
"You can keep your stupid sweater. No article of clothing is worth that much torture!" Bakura growled darkly, walked out of the bathroom calmly, leaving behind a dumbfounded hikari in his wake.
~*~*~
Bow: Ah, there. Done!
Dragon: *blinks* But... Yugi... Yami... WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM?!
Bow: Oh c'mon! the entire last chapter was devoted entirely to them! AND you got a lemon! *puts her hands on her hips*
Dragon: Humph...
Bow: Gimme a break, I wanted to do some fun stuff with the other guys!
Dragon: Fine, fine...
Bow: Heh... And I felt a bit of comic relief was in order!
Dragon: v.v...
Bow: ;P Booger!
Dragon: Hey! I'm not a booger!
Boromir: Who's a a booger?
Bow: AIEEE! *glomps him* Not you!
Boromir: Of course not me! *huggles her*
Bow: *looks over at sweatdropping readers* We've made up ^_____^.
Boromir: *covers her ears* I'm just doing this so I can escape!
Bow: Sorry, boyo. You're never getting away! *evil grin*
Boromir: Drat! :'(
Bow: Could it be? Chapter Seven?
Dragon: *blinks* Yes...
Bow: Ah... Okay.
Dragon: You shouldn't be working on your fanfic. You're still sick, and have missed three days of school.
Bow: Pah! I'm well enough to type :\/...
Dragon: Don't give me that face, you!
Bow: *huggles her Blue Eyes White Dragon plushie* Phbt! :P
Dragon: *glares at plushie* Stupid stuffed dragon...
Bow: Pah! *blinks* Oh, and I'm going a little out of order, as we can't exactly have the reason for Jou going to Duelist Kingdom being the whole sister eye operation thing .()...
Bow: REVIEWS!!!
Naturi: Ah, but he gets what he deserves later! ~.^
fdkj (Huh?): I will continue it, don't worry!
Dark Beloved of Light: Oh man, Cerberus? He's a pain in the ass! Took me, like, ten times to beat him!
jeti: Well, If I do die, I'll have Wakka to revive me. *bats eyes at Wakka*
animegirl1234: Yup!
firedraygon97: Thanks!
Princess Strawberry: Pointers? Well, I just read other peep's lemons for ideas. But, I'm in the process of reading your fic and I really like it! DIE TEA/ANZU!!!!
Dark Lady Setsuna: Understand them? You think I do?! ^____^()....
blondchick14: Where do you go to High School? Mybe you know a friend or two of mine from back home!
Jinhito: Yes, look, see? An update!
eisha2791: Pikachu! DIEEEE!!! *wallops him with large mallet*
Silent-angel1413: Thanks!
~*~*~
"Hey, Serenity, how you holding up?"
The young girl's head jerked up, auburn hair swaying back and forth from the sudden movement. She... almost recognised the voice, but she couldn't see him, as her eyes were covered with white bandages.
"J-Jounouchi?" She asked quietly, brushing strands of long hair from her face as she sat up in her hospital bed.
"Nope. Guess again," the voice teased, laughing gently.
"...Honda?" She inquired, smiling weakly.
"Yup! How are you, kiddo?" He asked her with a laugh, sitting down on the bed.
Serenity felt his weight push down on the bed near her knees, and she reached out to touch his shoulder. Her smile widened as he took her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
"I'm all right, Honda. But, I can't wait 'till I can see again. I can't stand having these bandages on my eyes..." She whined, turning her head to the direction of Honda's voice.
"But they can't be taken off too early or it could undo all the work that the surgeons did," Honda reprimanded gently.
"I know," she sighed, taking her hand from Honda's and resting it in her lap. "So, how's Jou? He hasn't come to visit me in a few days now..."
"You know your big brother... He's with Kaiba almost constantly," Honda growled, brown eyes narrowing dangerously.
Serenity giggled quietly. "Oh, come on, Honda. Seto isn't THAT bad. I've met him a few times and he seems really nice. What does he look like?"
Honda paused, an evil smile coming to his lips. "What does he...look like? Well..." Honda paused again, thinking. "Do you know what a Niwatori looks like?"
"Yes," Serenity began warily.
"Well, he looks about ten times worse then a Niwatori. He's really fat, has no taste in clothing, and he's bald," Honda told her, taking in another breath to add more horrible qualities to his list.
"Excuse me?!"
Honda jumped, looking over into the firey blue eyes of Seto Kaiba. Behind the enraged brunette was a stuttering Jounouchi, who's face had gone completely red with anger.
"HONDA!!! NOT ONLY DID YOU COME TO SEE MY SISTER, BUT YOU'RE INSULTING THE ONE I LOVE!!!" Jou screamed, blasting past his lover to kill his best friend.
"Jou!" Seto cried out, trying to reach after him and grab his shirt, but he missed, grabbing only air.
"Jou?" Serenity asked quietly, but her voice was drowned out by Honda's terrified yelp as he was hit over the head with a lunch tray from Serenity's bedside table.
"Bastard!" Jou screamed, hitting Honda again with the plastic tray.
"Ow! Jou! Hey, stop!" Honda yelped, trying to protect his head from the horrible Tray of Doom(TM)!
"Jou! Calm down, Jou," Seto told him, taking a firm grip on the blonde's wrists and wrenching the Tray of Doom(TM) from his hands.
Jou took a deep breath, the blood slowly draining from his face as he watched Honda twitch repeatedly as he lay curled up at Serenity's feet.
"Ok... Ok..." Jou panted, brushing a strand of blonde hair from his amber eyes.
"'Cause now I want to kill him!" Seto growled, raising the Tray of Doom(TM) over his head. He then began to beat Honda's twitching form with the rectangular piece of plastic.
"BOYS!!!"
The three hotheaded males paused, looking over to Serenity, who was the one who had yelled. Seto set the Tray of Doom(TM) down meekly, glancing over at Jou, who was glancing over at Honda, who was still trembling in a tightly curled up ball.
"Sorry Serenity," Seto and Jou mumbled quietly, red creeping up onto their cheeks.
The girl harrumphed, crossing her arms as she stared down the three boys... only... she couldn't see them. But, she instinctively knew where they were, as she was a girl, and had a bit of control over the trio.
Honda lifted his head, looking around worriedly to make sure that he wouldn't be barraged once more with repeated whackings.
"Don't worry, Honda. They won't hurt you again," Serenity told him, trying to hide a laugh.
"Not today, anyway," Jou whispered to Seto.
Seto snickered, and Serenity threw them a fierce glare that quieted them.
Honda bolted upright, sitting cross-legged at Serenity's feet as he coughed into his fist embarrasedly. "Right... Uh... I'll be going now. I'll seya later, Seren!"
Honda shuffled out of the hospital room quickly, his face turning an even deeper crimson.
Serenity sat up in her bed, crossing her legs and turning to the two remaining boys.
Jou sat down next to his little sister, putting an arm around her shoulders and hugging her to him. "So, how's my little baby sister doin'?"
Serenity blushed lightly. "Jou!"
"Heh heh! I'm just playing, Seren. But really, how are ya?" Jou teased, smiling.
"I'm fine, Jou. I just can't wait to see you again," she told him.
Jou colored. "Aww. C'mon now, sis, you're making me blush, ya know?"
Seto grinned, ruffling his lover's hair as he sat down next to him on the bed. "But you look so cute when you blush."
"Seto!" Jou gasped.
"Not that you don't look cute all the time," Seto amended.
"SETO!!!" Jou exclaimed, his face turning an even deeper red.
Seto chuckled, pulling the blonde onto his lap while Serenity giggled while trying to maintain her ability to breathe. The brunette wrapped his arms around the utterly embarrased blonde, kissing his cheek.
"Guys! I can hear you!" Serenity excalimed, blushing a deep crimson.
Seto colored, laughing quietly. "Sorry Serenity. I couldn't help it. He's just so cute!"
"Ahh! My ears!" Serenity cried, covering her ears with her hands.
"Seto! You're going to scar her for life with talk like that!" Jou told his lover playfully.
"Aww..." Seto mumbled, grinning. "So, are we going to tell her why we are here or not?"
"Oh, right," Jou muttered reluctantly. "Serenity, Seto, Honda, and I will be gone for a little while. We're leaving on Saturday for a Duel Monster's Tournament."
"How long is a little while?" Serenity asked quietly, lowering her hands from her ears.
"Not too long, sis. Maybe a week or two," Jou told her.
"Well, just make sure you win, okay Jou?" She told him with a smile.
Jou laughed, ruffling her hair gently. "Alright, Serenity. I'll win for you."
~*~*~
Dragon: What the hell are you typing for?! You have a friend over!
Bow: So? She's reading a magazine, and doesn't care if I work on my Fanfic. Besides, I'm only writing this little bit before the next scene.
Dragon: You shouldn't be writing at all... and you're still sick.
Bow: My throat is just itchy! Leave me alone!
Dragon: Itchy my scaly behind! You can't miss another day of school!
Bow: I won't!
Dragon: And what about all that homework, missy?
Bow: Don't call me missy, and I'll do it later.
Dragon: Humph. That's what you always say, you liar!
Bow: I'm not lying!
Dragon: Yes you are!
Bow: I HAVE to do it tonight or I'm screwed. So I'll do it!
Dragon: v.v...
~*~*~
"What about this?"
Ryou turned his head, dark brown eyes flattening as he stared at the dark red tank-top in his yami's hand. "No," he muttered blankly.
Bakura's eyes narrowed back at his hikari, still holding the tank-top in his hand. A pile of scattered shirts lay behind him on the floor, along with a few stray hangers that had bounced out of the closet from having their clothing pulled off of them roughly. "What do you have all these shirts for if you're never going to wear them?"
"I wear them!"
Bakura raised an eyebrow, making a noise in his throat. "Oh, really?"
"Y-yes! I just like my sweater!" Ryou stuttered, looking away.
"Come on, you'd look so much better in this! It's nice and warm out, you don't need a sweater!" Bakura coaxed.
"No! And I look fine in my sweater!" Ryou pouted.
Bakura's eyes narrowed, a growl rising in his throat. "You look like a weakling in that thing!"
"What does it matter to you what I wear?"
"Because I'm forced to wear it too!" Bakura barked, tugging on his own sweater like it was an evil slime on his flesh.
Ryou grinned, turning away from the angered yami as he pulled his dueling deck out of his pocket and placed it on his dresser. "Let me fix your hair, and I'll wear that tank-top."
"Never!" Bakura growled defensively, bringing his arms over his head protectively.
"Then I keep the sweater," Ryou sighed.
"No you don't! You're changing out of that thing!"
"Don't think so Bakura. Not unless you let me fix your hair."
"You mean maim, mutilate, sever! Would you like me to get a thesaurus and find a few more synonyms for what you want to do to my hair?!"
"Not really."
"Alright then! And you're still changing!"
"No. But your hair would look so much better! It looks like a few colonies of rats live in it!"
"And I like it that way."
"But!"
"No buts! I've had my hair this way for Millennia, and I'm not changing it now!"
Ryou turned back to Bakura, his eyes wide and pouty in the notorious puppy- dog-eyes manuver that was used by many, Yugi and Mokuba included. Bakura winced at the cuteness, and his heart felt like it split in half when Ryou pulled out the lip-pout. Oh, the painful cuteness! He was defenseless! When had he become so fond of his hikari?!
"Please, Bakura? Or... does your hair mean more to you then I do?" Ryou whimpered, sniffing.
"No, that's not true!" Bakura yelped.
"You love your hair more then me!" Ryou sobbed.
"Come on, Love! Nothing means more to me then you do!" Bakura pleaded.
"Liar! You love your hair more! Go on, leave me for your hair, I know you want to!" Ryou wailed, squeezing out a few tears as he fought not to laugh.
"Ryou!" Bakura sighed, shaking his head. "I can't believe I'm about to do this... Alright, if it means that much to you, you can fix my hair."
"Yay!" Ryou exclaimed, almost tackling his yami as he dragged him to the bathroom where he hid all of his instruments of torture, aka, his hair supplies.
Bakura's eyes widened in horror as he watched Ryou pull out different gels, brushes, and a pair of scissors. "No! You can do anything but cut it!"
"Okay, okay," Ryou told him, putting the scissors back in their drawer.
Anyone outside of the bathroom would have been severely frightened. Cries of pain echoed down the hallway as tangles were pulled, and a number of brushes flew out of the room as Bakura let out his anger of being hurt on the instruments of torture.
"There. Done!" Ryou chirped happily.
Bakura stared at his reflection blankly. It was all... wet... and shiny... and straight! What happened to the whole ragged look! He looked down at the bathroom counter at the suspiciously neat-looking locks of his hair. Sure, Ryou had ripped out plently of his hair in his efforts to undo tangles, but he had apparently unearthed his scissors during his periods of blinding agony! The sneaky little-! He was too angry to come up with what he was!
"Do you like it?"
Bakura's eye twitched at the sickly sweet tone in his hikari's voice. He chose not to speak, because if he opened his mouth, he feared he'd start letting how he REALLY felt emerge. He calmly walked over to the bathtub, turning the knob to let water spill into the white basin.
"Bakura? What are you doing?"
The yami remained silent as the water level rose.
"Bakura?"
Still no response.
"Bakura?! AHH!!!"
Bakura dunked his head into the water, scrubbing his hair vigourously to rid it of gel and shinyness. He whiped his head back as he turned off the water, getting Ryou thoroughly wet with the fat water dropletts that had collected in his hair. He snatched up a towel and dried his hair slightly, dropping the towl on the floor as he shook his head like a dog.
"You can keep your stupid sweater. No article of clothing is worth that much torture!" Bakura growled darkly, walked out of the bathroom calmly, leaving behind a dumbfounded hikari in his wake.
~*~*~
Bow: Ah, there. Done!
Dragon: *blinks* But... Yugi... Yami... WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM?!
Bow: Oh c'mon! the entire last chapter was devoted entirely to them! AND you got a lemon! *puts her hands on her hips*
Dragon: Humph...
Bow: Gimme a break, I wanted to do some fun stuff with the other guys!
Dragon: Fine, fine...
Bow: Heh... And I felt a bit of comic relief was in order!
Dragon: v.v...
Bow: ;P Booger!
Dragon: Hey! I'm not a booger!
Boromir: Who's a a booger?
Bow: AIEEE! *glomps him* Not you!
Boromir: Of course not me! *huggles her*
Bow: *looks over at sweatdropping readers* We've made up ^_____^.
Boromir: *covers her ears* I'm just doing this so I can escape!
Bow: Sorry, boyo. You're never getting away! *evil grin*
Boromir: Drat! :'(