Please Leavea Message
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:Chapter Number Unknown, Bakura and Ryou Insert:
Ryou jumped in surprise when the phone began to ring loudly. He'd been in the middle of a crossword puzzle, pretending not to notice that Bakura was playing with the knives in the kitchen (again). He shot up from his chair, and in an attempt to make it look more like haste than surprise, he leapt for the phone. Unfortunately, Ryou was never all that great in the sports department. Landing sprawled on the ground with his hand twitching mere inches from the phone, Ryou was rather...disappointed...when his Yami cooly picked the cordless phone up from in front of him, flashed a triumphant and superior look, and answered.
Ryou glared up at his alter ego as he picked himself off the floor. Note to self- don't lunge across the room for a phone, ever again.
"Foolish mortal, who are you that dare disturb the great Tomb Robber?" Bakura demanded, pausing as he listened to the reply.
Ryou took that moment to return to his chair and collect the puzzle and pen he'd dropped, pretending he'd been sitting there all that while.
"Look, mortal," Bakura finally said, "I really don't care. There is no torment and torture to be meted out and satisfaction to be reaped from letting someone reach the message machine."
There was a very long pause, during which Ryou wondered if Bakura was ever going to drop the knife he was fingering just a bit too threateningly. Suddenly, very much to Ryou's surprise, Bakura cackled, which meant the other person had laid out...well, he wasn't sure he wanted to know what the deal was.
"Very well, dog-like one. I shall do as you've so humbly requested. When I complete my plans for world domination, I will allow you to live."
"Yes, my mercy is indeed vast.Would you care to be court jester?"
Ryou could hear the slam of a phone and the resulting dial tone from across the room.
Bakura gave his lighter half a disgruntled look. "He hung up on me… was it something I said?"
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Slowly Tristan picked up the phone and listened a moment for the tone before tapping the numbers for Ryou's house.
It rang… and rang… and rang…
Beep!
"Fortunately for you, foolish mortal, I am unable to answer my phone, or your soul would be having a first-hand encounter with the Shadow Realm," Yami Bakura's voice rasped.
Ugh, Tristen thought sourly, Not only did I get the answering machine, I got the Bakura-ized version of the standard, I'm not home, please leave message.
"I am most likely fighting for control of the world at the moment and, when I win, I shall seal away your soul. It is merely a matter time and it matters not if you don't leave a message." There was a pause, as if Bakura was considering something, and then, "Mwhahahahahahahaha….."
Chills crawled up and down Tristan's neck, back, and arms.
"Damn. He finally perfected the evil laugh."
:End Bakura and Ryou Insert:
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