OMFG! OMFG! HOLY FREAKING HELL GODS! THERE'S LIKE THOUSANDS OF THEM! LIKE OVER 256! GAH! (dances happy dance) That's more than I got for HINAFTYCC! YAY!
Just as an answer to Jazhira's comment. Yes, Yami is narrowed minded, haven't you ever noticed? He's very bad at trusting people who aren't his little aibou. (pats Yugi's head)
Yami: (growls and steals Yugi away possessively) Mine!
Awww, Yami's so cute when he's glaring death at me.
Japanese Terms: "Dorobo" means "thief" in Japanese. A girl at a convention oncetried to convinceme that that was Bakrua's real name. Phft, yeah right.
I've been staying up really late this week so I'm really tired. I have this fucking big project coming up and its going to kill me.
The chapter brought to you by: Travel Agencies. I have no idea how one buys a ticket, I really really don't, so just work with me here, please?
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Chyaputa 13: Tailor of the Fickle
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
"Hey Yugi!" Malik called in the shorter teen's ear. Yugi jumped out of his sleep, his bed of leaves and pine needles scattering everywhere.
"W-what?" he cried, his body in a state of shock for being woken up so suddenly. Malik was standing above him, chuckling mischievously.
"We're going into town again, you want to come?" he asked. Yami no Bakura was standing ominously behind him, arms crossed over his chest, frowning at having to wait for yet another person. "We're going to buy clothes and stuff for the trip to Egypt." Yugi rubbed his eyes and yawned again.
"Can you give me like five minutes to wake up?" Yugi asked grumpily, brushing bits of grass and leaves out of his clothes and hair. Malik grinned triumphantly and nodded. Yami no Bakura's frown deepened and he began tapping his foot frustratingly.
After relieving his bladder behind a group densely packed bushes, Yugi forced himself to swallow some day old food down his dry throat. He paced up and down the clearing as he chewed, waking up his limbs. Yami no Yugi approached him cautiously.
/I'd come with you but we figured since Jounouchi-kun and Kaiba could see us at the hospital that normal people will be able to see us as well. Its probably best if we separated halves just stay out of sight./ Yugi nodded in understanding. /Be careful/ Yugi's dark personality added warily. /I don't trust that Bakura/ he hissed eyeing Yami no Bakura across the clearing.
"Don't worry about me," Yugi reassured.
Just make sure you take care of Bakura-kun from Yami no Malik, Yugi said silently, looking pointedly at the light side of Bakura who was talking Malik underneath the tree they had slept under last night.
Yami no Yugi's face tightened uneasily. What am I supposed to do with him? he asked awkwardly, the uncertainly and nervousness in his voice echoing through their link.
He's not going to attack you. Just talk to him, Yugi encouraged. Yami no Yugi grimaced as though talking to anyone besides his aibou was unpleasant.
About what? he asked again. Yugi rolled his eyes.
At least try, will you! Yugi answered forcefully and ran over to Malik.
"I'm ready," he said. The Egyptian grinned.
"Great! Well, we'll see you guys later," Malik called, grabbing Yugi's arm and making pulling him towards the city. Yugi sent his darker half one last wave before disappearing through the trees, leaving the ghostly forms of Yami no Yugi and Bakura behind.
Silence spread between Bakura and Yami no Yugi. Yami no Yugi shifted uncomfortably, eyeing the other cautiously.
/So… Nice weather…/ Yami no Yugi tried. Bakura looked up as though he just noticed the other soul was there.
/Oh, ah, yeah…/ he answered looking down at his transparent hands. Inescapable silence fell down upon them again. Yami no Yugi groaned inwardly, gazing off into the direction where his aibou had disappeared.
This was going to be a long day…
(-) (-) (-) (-) (-) (-) (-) (-) (-) (-) (-) (-)
"Did you find it?" Malik asked Yugi impatiently. Yugi, crouched outside the telephone booth, looked up from the enormous phone book he was holding in his lap.
"I think this is it," he said, pointing out the number of a travel agency on the yellowed page. Malik picked up the phone inside the phone booth and dialed the number Yugi read to him. Yami no Bakura, leaning up against the plastic wall of the phone booth next to Malik, had stuffed his hands inside the pockets of his new black coat, a look of utter and complete boredom showing on his face.
"What's taking it so damn long," he complained harshly.
"Shh, it ringing," Malik hushed. The dark spirit rolled his eyes and snatched the phone out of Malik's hands. "Hey! Give that back!" Malik cried. Yami no Bakura shoved a hand in his face pushing the Egyptian away.
"Hello, this is Doma Airways, delivering you as safely as possible to your destination, how may I help you?" a female voice asked politely.
"We need to be in Egypt as soon as possible," Yami no Bakura said rudely.
"I dialed the number! I want to talk on the phone!" Malik whined trying desperately to get passed Bakura's out stretched hand.
"Ok, let me check our flights…" There was a long pause as the woman on the other line checked her computer. "We have a direct flight leaving for Cairo in a week from now…"
"We don't have that long, woman. Get us a flight tomorrow," Yami no Bakura threatened nastily.
"Um…" the travel agent hesitated, the rapid tapping of keys was heard through the phone. "There's a plane leaving tomorrow at 8 am but, its not direct flight. You'll have to transfer planes and it's more expensive…"
"We'll take three tickets," Yami no Bakura ordered harshly.
"Alright," more computer sounds, "I'll need your credit card number."
The dark soul scowled questioningly. "Credit card number?"
"Ask if we can pay in cash," Yugi suggested helpfully.
"Give it to me! I'm the one with the money, remember?" Malik cried and finally managed to grab the phone out of Yami Bakura's hands. "Can we reserve them and then pay you in cash at the airport?" he asked into the phone.
"In cash? I suppose… What name should I reserve them under?"
"Ishtar," Malik answered.
"Idiot! Don't use your real name!" Yami no Bakura hissed, grabbing the phone away from Malik and smacking him on top of the head with it. "We have the police on our trail!"
"Hello? Sir? What was that name again?" the travel agent asked uneasily.
"Dorobo," Yami no Bakura answered curtly.
"Yeah, and that's not suspicious at all," Malik drawled sarcastically as he hung up the phone exited the booth. Yami no Bakura, his almost black eyes drooping into a half-drowsy gaze, glared lazily as if he really didn't care. "So, who's up for breakfast?" Malik announced cheerfully.
"Aren't we supposed to be getting supplies for the trip?" dark Bakura questioned skeptically.
"Come on, lets at least have some fun while we're here," Malik said wrapping an arm around Yugi's shoulders. "You're with me, right Yugi?" Yugi shrugged.
"Why not? Its not like we're going anywhere until tomorrow," Yugi said. Yami no Bakura looked severely irritated but choose to brood in silence.
(-) (-) (-) (-) (-) (-) (-) (-) (-) (-) (-) (-)
Two of the souls that had been left behind sat crouching underneath a tree, staring at each other in fierce concentration.
/Ro, sham, bo/ Yami no Yugi announced. He and Bakura displayed they're transparent ghostly hands. Yami's landed on scissors while Bakura's hand lay flat forming paper.
/I lose again/ Bakura said with a shrug. /7 out of 13/ he asked hopefully holding up his fist again. Yami no Yugi sighed and held his fist out as well.
/Ro, sham, bo/ he said lazily, leaning his head against the hand he wasn't using to play rock, paper, scissors with. He got rock this time and Bakura's hand displayed scissors.
/Wow, you're really good at this/ Bakura said, scratching his fluffy white hair.
'It isn't exactly hard,' Yami Yugi grumbled silently to himself.
/Want play again/ the brown eyed teenager asked. /Best 8 out of 14, or would that be 15/
/Aren't you tried of this game already/ the dark side of Yugi questioned, slightly cranky.
/I guess/ Bakura admitted, shrugging. The wind suddenly picked up around them and the page of a newspaper came flying through the trees. Bakura squeaked and tried to duck, forgetting that solid objects would just move right through him. It ended up flying right through his head and smacked into the tree behind him. Curious, Yami no Yugi walked over to the tree and picked the paper up, dark red eyes falling on the title of the front page.
/What the…/ Yami no Yugi muttered, eyes widening. He turned the paper over and his mouth dropped open. /How could this…/
/What? What's it say/ Bakura asked curiously peering over his shoulder.
(-) (-) (-) (-) (-) (-) (-) (-) (-) (-) (-) (-)
"Let's go in here!" Malik said to his fellow shoppers, pointing to what looked like a really fancy upper class clothing store. Yugi hesitated.
"This place looks really expensive, Malik. Maybe we should go somewhere cheaper…" Yugi suggested. Malik stared at him pitifully as he continued to walk toward the store.
"Yugi, did you forget? We have as much money as we need!"
"But isn't using so much cash a little suspicious? Aren't we trying not to draw attention to ourselves?" he asked, following Malik and dark Bakura uncertainly.
"Its only one store! Besides this is a different clothing store then the one Bakura and I went to yesterday and we'll be gone by tomorrow anyway," he explained opening the door for Yugi and Yami no Bakura. "So what does it matter?" Yugi paused and glanced up and Yami Bakura, who wore a mask of indifference. The shorter teenager sighed in defeat and followed the other two inside.
The guy at the register eyed their scruffy appearances suspiciously as they entered, especially Yugi because he was still wear his hospital clothing. Yugi had to admit that they did look rather conspicuous, their hair and clothes messed up from sleeping in the woods looked out of place surrounded but fancy clothes. He just hoped the guy would hold off calling the police until they had left.
"Let's not buy more than we have to," Yugi advised, eyeing the guy at the counter warily. Yami no Bakura scoffed doubtfully as he and Yugi watched Malik bound away off into the depths of the store, humming cheerfully.
"God, he's irritating," Yami no Bakura groaned, hands stuffed firmly in his black coat as he shuffled moodily away. "At this rate we won't get back until sunset, again." Yugi shrugged and followed Yami no Bakura into a less luxurious section of the store.
"At least he's having a good time," Yugi said, looking through a rack of plain blue jeans, searching for one in his size. He remembered how unhappy Malik had been in the hospital. The dark spirit snorted indignantly.
"The sooner we get out of here the better," he grumbled eyeing a stack of shirts on a table. He carelessly snatched up three or four shirts that without even looking at them and then walked over to the rack of jeans Yugi was looking at.
"Bakura-kun…" Yugi said uncertainly, glancing up at the dark spirit nervously. "Why…did you never introduce yourself to… to, ah, the other Bakura?" Yami no Bakura continued looking through the rows of pants as if he hadn't heard Yugi at all. Yugi bit his lip and tired again, voice small. "…Bakura-kun?"
"What reason was there to tell him?" Yami no Bakura answered dryly still not looking at the shorter teenager. "Yadonushi was better off not knowing."
"But what about now?" Yugi questioned, turning fully towards Yami Bakura. "He was so confused when he woke up and… its like, he's almost afraid of you. He doesn't even know who you are. Isn't that… bad?" Yami no Bakura turned, white spikes of hair flying around his head.
"And? Would it make any difference it he did?" Bakura questioned mildly, dark eyes flashing. Yugi opened his mouth but couldn't think of anything to say. "What could he do about it even if he did know? We can't all have a happy little fuzzy relationships like you have with your darkness," he growled irritably. Yugi took a step back, feeling slightly hurt. "Look at Malik. He knew and he hates his dark side. If they weren't attached to the same body they would have killed each other a long time ago."
"So… you didn't tell Bakura-kun because you didn't want him to hate you?" Yugi asked in awe. Dark Bakura's face twitched. He spun towards Yugi, this time facing him directly, dark eyes pinning him with an angry glare.
"Don't patronize me," he snarled, his voice deathly cold. "I'm not as weak as your other side," he added with an evil grin. "I didn't tell him because I didn't want him to resist me. It would be so annoying living in a host that fought you every time you wanted to get takeover." Yugi stared up at the other mental patient, purple eyes wide. What emotion was shinning in them the dark spirit couldn't tell. "Besides," Yami no Bakura continued curtly. "When this is over we'll go our separate ways and it won't matter anymore. Yadonushi will be back inside his body and he can ignore that this unpleasant memory ever happened and go on living in his world of oblivion," he spat, pulling three pairs of jeans off the rack. With his arms down laden down with clothes, Yami no Bakura strode off towards the front of the store. "I'll be waiting for you and Malik at the counter." Yugi watched him go, somberly.
'You don't understand at all,' Yugi thought sadly, his eyes falling to the floor. 'Bakura-kun can't forget about you now.' A horrible sick feeling bubbled up in his chest as he turned toward a stack of shirts. 'There's no way he could ever forget you…'
"Yugi-kun!" Malik's voice sang over the top of the rows and rows of clothing. Yugi looked up from his depression and then jumped as Malik suddenly leaped out of rack of fur lined coats to find him. The dark skinned Egyptian was supporting a pair of golden dangling earrings and matching golden bracelets along with a bunch of new clothes he had folded over his arms. "What are you doing looking at these clothes? These are for nerds," he said degradingly, eyeing the boring section around him with disgust and disapproval.
"I like these clothes," Yugi protested pitifully. Malik rolled his bright violet eyes.
"Whatever. Oh, look what I found you!" he said happily, holding out a very small black leather shirt. "This would look so cool on you!" Yugi looked the shirt distrustfully.
"It looks, ah… a little hot, don't you think?" Yugi said delicately.
"What's your point?" Malik asked innocently.
"No! I mean," Yugi corrected hastily, catching the double meaning. "Isn't it a little warm for Egypt's climate?" Malik thought about this, stared down at the shirt then back at Yugi again.
"What's your point?" he asked again.
"Never mind…" Yugi groaned. Malik grinned, strangely cat-like.
"So, you'll wear it?" he asked hopefully.
"Well, it looks uncomfortable…" Yugi explained timidly. Malik bowed his head in sadness.
"But I picked it out just for you," he pouted. Yugi sighed.
"Fine, we'll buy it," he conceded. Malik's grin broadened. "But that doesn't mean I'm going to wear it," Yugi explained.
"Oh, and I got you these," the Egyptian continued as if Yugi had never objected, draping a silver chain around the shorter one's neck and pulling out some silver bracelets.
"Why would I wear a chain?" Yugi asked confused.
"I don't know. But it looks cool," Malik said absentmindedly.
"But its heavy," Yugi fussed uselessly. "And chains aren't really my thing…"
"Come on, we're going to be late," the Egyptian shushed, cutting off the rest of Yugi's complaints and pushing him towards the exit. As they approached the check out counter they saw Yami no Bakura leaning up against a wall, tapping his foot impatiently.
"What took you guys so long?" he snapped harshly. Yugi was about explain when Malik suddenly jumped up forward.
"Hey Bakura," he said merrily in the same matter as he had cornered Yugi before. "I got you something really nice-"
"No," the dark spirit interrupted flatly.
"But it would make you look really, really cool, and I-" Malik began.
"No," Yami no Bakura growled coldly.
"You haven't even looked at it-"
"I said no!" Yami no Bakura snarled, dark brown eyes flashing dangerously. "Just buy these damn clothes so we can get out of here!" Malik bent his head disappointedly but approached the register anyway. He, Yugi and Yami Bakura piled their stuff onto the counter.
"How would you like to pay?" the cashier asked carefully folding the clothes and placing them in bags behind the counter.
"Cash," Malik answered. The guy at the register looked at him suspiciously. Malik grinned and reached into his back pocket, carefully miming pulling his money out, and gave the man a stack of paper yen. The man's eyebrows raised but took the money all the same and began counting out the bills carefully.
Yugi looked up and then suddenly noticed Malik was sweating. The Egyptian's hands trembling, his wide violet eyes fixed on the money in the cashier's hand. Yugi shot Yami no Bakura a worried glance and saw the dark personality had noticed this too.
'Has Malik used his power too much today?' Yugi thought, hands tightening in his panic. 'How many stores have we been too already?' They had eaten breakfast at that restaurant and they had gone to that baggage store to buy suitcases but that was it. Surely his power could last a few more seconds. The cash register opened with a small ring; the man was about the place the money inside. Yugi's throat tightened. Malik was whole body was shaking.
The money in the guy's hand flickered.
"What the…?" the guy gaped, rubbing his eyes. It flickered again. Yami no Bakura's dark eyes narrowed. Stealthily he crept over to the where their bags were behind the counter. Malik was shaking like crazy now; Yugi grabbed a hold of one of his sweaty hands, trying to keep him calm. "What's going on here?" the cashier said shoving the money into Malik's face.
Malik winced and the money disappeared into thin air.
"Is this some kind of joke?" the guy cried transfixed at his empty hands.
There was a flash of movement beside them as Yami no Bakura snatched the bags from behind the counter.
"Run!" he snapped and shoved Yugi and Malik towards the door. Malik stumbled, still recovering from the money incident. Yugi grabbed his arm, helping to pull him forward.
"Hey! Get back here!" the man at the counter cried, already picking up the phone to call for security.
"Shit!" Malik cursed sprinting out the door. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! I thought I had control of that…"
"Run now! Talk later!" Yugi hissed as they ran across the street heading for the forest. There was a loud screech behind them as a few cars skidded out of their way. Yugi chanced a look behind him to see three store personal following them.
"So much for not drawing attention to ourselves," Yugi cried running faster.
"Shit!" Malik cursed again, panicking.
"Bakura!" Yugi screamed to the white haired figure sprinting ahead of them. He turned his head and came to a stop, twisting around to face their pursuers. As Yugi and Malik passed, he shoved the bags of clothing into their hands.
"What are you going to do?" Malik asked hastily.
"Clean up your mess, of course," Yami no Bakura spat, an evil grin cracking his face. Malik was about to retort when Yugi tugged his arm again.
"Lets go!" he cried. Malik scowled in disgust but followed Yugi anyway across the crowded streets. A few seconds later, a loud echoing bang echoed through the city people on the sidewalks turned toward the direction from which they had come.
Malik groaned. "That bastard better not get himself arrested!" he cursed bitterly.
"Yeah, that's the last thing we need," Yugi said glancing behind him again.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Wow, exciting, eh?
I think I had I little too much fun with Malik this chapter. Just a tiny bit. But just imagine how you would be like if you had spent the last five years of your live in the same room? (shivers)
This was originally one half of a chapter but the chapter became too long so I had to cut it in half, that's why it's so short.
Heehee, I was going to make Ryou and Yami start playing patty cake, but that would have been a little tooooo weird.
NEXT CHAPTER! The travelers return from their ah… travels I guess. (shrug) Yami no Bakura's pissed. Then Malik's pissed when he finds out Ryou and Yami as keeping something from him.
I'm too tired to convince you all to REVIEW!
But I shouldn't have to convince you anyway.
REVIEW!
(falls asleep at computer as soon as update is complete)