Ok, here's the new chapter, sorry it's late but I just really didn't feel like typing for some reason. That and it took a while to get my new computer on the net, and transfer all my stories, but fear not, here it is!
BritishxCrumpet: Triangle eh? Yes, nice backwards speech, took me a minute. I'm glad you get the chapter name, too. Betcha it took a while.
Fish and Chips: Yeah, I ran out of ideas, so Bakura got punished. And I like you're idea of Yami/Nami/Bakura. That's good, right there. Oh, and speaking of Marriage Evaluation, I reread Cosmopolitan Girl… GET YOUR BUT IN GEAR ON THAT SEQUEL! Oh, and speaking of Cosmo Girl, I still love that toilet make out scene, kudos on that.
Panmotto: Yes, let's all make fun of Bakura.
Horise890: Yes, thanks. And alright, you're votes have been counted.
PersonageoftheUniverse: Alright, a new reviewer! And a Nami/Bakura fan, I'll remember that.
Disclaimer: I don't own, now I gotta go before I get fried by a lightning bolt.
Nami groaned as her wrist pulled her along one of the stone pathways, this one not as used as others. She winced as her legs dangled after her body and scrapped the rough stones, leaving small scars and marks. Her wrist was glowing lightly while it looked much like a bloodhound's nose, moving to and fro and pulling the rest of its body forward to find it's prey.
With a thwack, Nami felt her muscles tighten, when she looked up to see what happened. It seems her stub had followed the scent of her hand through every last detail, including right through the gap in a park bench. Her arm had made it through the small gap but the rest of her body, was a bit too big, bit being an understatement.
Hearing the scruff of feet and a yell, the witch looked down to see her friends round the corner, running at top speed. She smiled and started to wave when her body jerked, her stump trying to pull the rest of her through the small hole. Her face scrunched up as her body felt like it was being pulled to shreds, which it basically was.
"A little help?" she squeaked and everyone came running.
Joey jogged forward and gripped her thrashing feet, placing one of his own on part of the wooden bench. He leaned back and pulled on her legs, making her body shift and start moving his way. The wrist stopped and whirled around, facing the werewolf with an aura of a glare.
The stump started to pull again, this time harder and making Nami's shoulder ram into the backrest, a yelp of pain coming from her lips. Joey growled dog-like and narrowed his eyes, leaning back even further and pulling harder, making the witch cringe and jerk her leg around.
"You know, you guys could be a little more helpful!" Joey barked.
Yugi and Mokuba ran forward with the rest following behind, the younger Motou brother grasping around Joey's waist and the young vampire around his own. All of them made a chain like that and pulled back on Nami's body, Joey trying to keep his grip on her thrashing legs as she cried out from pain.
The wrist turned around again and almost hissed like a snake, pulling even harder, making some of the demons lose their footing. It moved up and down greatly, trying to wiggle the body through the bench before whipping side to side.
All of a sudden, the stub stopped resisting, making all of the demons fly back and land in a giant pile amongst each other. Mai's arms lashed around before she was able to pull her head up out of the dirt, squirming a little ways so that she could breath, when she halted. The rest of them looked down at her before slowly looking up and following her gaze before gasping.
On the ground about two yards in front of the bench was a pale, still hand. The stub on Nami's wrist gradually lowered, like a predator cornering its prey, getting ready to pounce. It pulled itself as close to the target as possible, making the witch gasp from the wood cutting into her side.
Instantly, the hand jerked up, almost like raising it's head and turned so that all of the fingers were facing her. The fingers made it move like a spider as it crept close, until jumping and foot in the air and zigzagging away as fast as the fingers would carry it.
The wrist narrowed its non-existent eyes and pulled with all its might, the wood giving away and making Nami crash through, landing roughly on the trail before being dragged off once again. Mokuba struggled and pushed everyone off him, jogging hastily after the witch, the rest moaning and trying to untangle themselves before following.
They ran fast, only stopping when Tristan almost rammed into the young vampire, shocked still with his mouth agape, staring at the amusing sight before them. The hand was zipping around the widest path in the courtyard, the one that led to all of the buildings, the magically drawn wrist following its ever move like a cat and mouse, poor Nami's body being violently hauled behind like a fallen water skier.
The hand ran behind a trashcan, the stub close on its tail, before circling around the bin and finding nothing. The wrist bowed close to the ground, almost like trying to pick up the scent once more, as the hand sneakily crept right behind it. Whenever the stump moved, the hand crawled to stay behind it and completely out of sight.
Nami couldn't help but watch, biting her lip to stifle her laughter, as her wrist, moving on its own, continued to circle around the trashcan to try and find the elusive hand. When it heard the snigger, the stub shot its "face" up, finding the hand and glaring, a strange snarl coming from the throat that wasn't there.
The wrist lowered and then pounced, missing only slightly when the target leaped and landed on the witch's head. The snake-like stub whipped around and hurled itself towards the hand, only to slam into Nami's forehead, the hand narrowly escaping once again.
The girl's body fell to the floor, swirls twirling through her eyes as her wrist ran off again, chasing its very annoying and subtle prey. The hand ran down the sidewalk, all five fingers working in unison as it turned the corner, the now delusional witch close behind.
The demon gang rounded the edge as well to see that the stub had finally cornered the hand, the latter not taking it so well. The hand kept turning a little bit to the right then left trying to find a way out, only to see three plaster walls standing firmly in front of it. It slowly rounded with its fingers to face the stump, advancing and towering over it.
With a hiss, the predator lunged at its prey, only to slam into the plaster, the rest of her body crashing into it. Up above, the hand was standing on the wall, much like a Spider Man move, laughing its ass off before turning around and crawling up the side of the building.
Nami's legs thrashed around, trying to wiggle her head free when the wrist took control and dug itself out of the jumble. It reared up and flew upwards after its prey, dangling its owner's body beneath it, her swirling eyes widening from the height.
The hand leaped over the edge of the building and was now scuttling around on the roof, the predator following close behind. Unfortunately for the prey, the roof was a wide-open space, the zigzagging strategy no longer working as well as it used to. The wrist was now only a few inches away, another few seconds and the chase would finally be over, if only they had another few seconds.
Before both of them knew it, they were falling off the other side of the structure, Nami screaming her lungs off, as the hand was pawing fruitlessly at the air. With a slap, the girl's face was flat against the paved sidewalk, her legs standing straight up in the air, before going limp and falling forward, resting right in front of her head.
She lie there like that for a good fifteen minutes before her friends rounded the corner and ran up to her, after combing all of the grounds to find her. Mai ran up immediately and brought her legs from by her head to the ground behind her, so that she was lying on her stomach. Rolling her over, the temptress saw that she was very disoriented from the many bonks on the head, but otherwise, pretty healthy.
Bakura stopped to look at the mangled witch and stifled a snort, before turning and walking to the hand, laying down in the same condition. The hand was lying on it's back, the fingers limply bent in mid-air and it appeared to not be moving.
"Hey, Nami? Are you ok?" Yugi asked, leaning down toward her body.
"No… no! I don't wanna eat any more toilet paper! It's not right! It's not right!" she cried out hysterically.
"I think she's fine." Tristan gazed at her from over the young Motou.
"Hey, look what we have here, the loser convention. Come see your worthless demons and their pets!" a taunting voice called.
"Oh no." Yami groaned, walking away from Nami and towards their new visitor, standing protectively between.
Shinji walked out from behind the edge of the building, his little gang of lackeys close behind. They strutted closer to Yami, now joined by Bakura, Tristan, Joey and Seto, all fangs bared and claws ready to strike. The new demon snickered, his hands in his pockets as he continued to raise their rage.
"You know, I don't understand it. How could such weak demons like you be able to train the bitch to follow you like that?" Shinji mocked, "It's quite amazing really. But if you hand her over to me, I'll make sure she won't follow you ever again, then we can have some fun."
The rest of his gang burst out laughing as Yami's grip tightened. The werewolf snarled, almost pouncing unless Tristan didn't grab both of his arms and hold him back, making the other gang laugh harder.
"Fun? What kind of fun? Are we gonna play Chinese Checkers?"
Joey felt his eyes widen as everyone turned back, watching as the witch climbed to her feet, rubbing her head. One of her eyes were closed as she was wincing slightly, holding tightly onto her forehead where a giant bruise was appearing.
Her demon friends around her grew terribly nervous and some beasts in Shinji's crew laughed. Nami stared at them, wondering what was wrong, the lump on her head growing slowly bigger.
"So, are we gonna play Chinese Checkers? It's one of my favorite games." the witch said in a cute, innocent voice.
Shinji smirked, "Yeah, we're gonna play checkers. C'mon over here and I'll take ya to my place for a 'game.'"
"Ok." she chirped.
She started to walk over when Tristan grasped her waist and pulled her back to the ground, partly on his lap. Her eyes narrowed and she struggled to get up again, flailing her arms around and trying to wiggle herself out of his grip.
"Let me go! I wanna play checkers! I wanna go play checkers!" Nami whined.
"Idiot! They're not going to play Checkers!" Tristan snarled back, trying to keep a hold on her.
She stopped instantly and looked at him, "But why would they say that if they weren't going to play Chinese Checkers?"
"Because they're mean!" Mokuba shouted.
She blinked before rounding on Shinji, "How dare you! That wasn't nice at all, lying to me! You're very mean!"
"I know." he smirked.
"Shame!" she shouted, flinging out her right arm as to point at him, stopping and blinking at the stub on her wrist.
For the first time, Shinji and his band of demons froze, staring at the stub on her arm. Yami blinked as some lackeys started muttering amongst themselves on how that was possible, that even a real demon couldn't pull an act like that off.
"V-Very funny, girl. Where's your h-hand?" Shinji strangely stuttered.
Nami placed her other hand over her forehead, blocking out the sun and started to look around in a very childish manner. After taking one giant look around the area, she smiled and pointed at the spot where her hand lay twenty feet in the distance.
"There he is!" she laughed, whistling to it like it was a dog.
The hand remained unresponsive and the witch ran over, talking to it, like a child does to a teddy bear. She almost sat with her knees up by her chest in front of it muttering things even the demons couldn't make out, no matter how hard they tried. Suddenly, she looked up and smiled friendly at Shinji, making him actually back up in nervousness.
"Ok then," she spoke out loud, pointing with her left hand at the demon, "Go get 'im!"
"What-"
In a flash, the hand jumped to life, standing tall on all of it's fingers. The scuttled over and bounded up into the air, slapping and sticking itself to Shinji's face. His muffled screams echoed as he tried to claw that hand off of his face, unable to breathe.
After the moment of shock, the rest of his gang came running to help their leader, scratching and tearing at his face, trying to remove the fixed hand. Nami giggled like a schoolgirl, tilting back and forth as she watched their fruitless attempts.
"He he! Ok, that's enough. C'mon back!" she whistled.
On command, the hand detached itself and fell to the ground, standing on its five fingers. It crawled around and faced her, before charging and jumping into her lap, its owner petting it like a kitten.
Meanwhile, Shinji was gasping to regain breath, his hands still wrapped around his throat. This gang was around him patting him on the back and things, as his face slowly turned from a purple back to beige.
Yami and the rest blinked as he failed to cough out words and ran off, the rest of his gang tailing him. Looking back at the witch, she finally stopped petting it and grasped it in her other hand. The squished the two open ends together, flexing her fingers up and down and flipping her hand, happy that it was on tightly again.
Joey fell flat on his bum, wiping the sweat off his brow, "Glad that's over. Well, at least, you're hand's back safe and sound, eh Nami?"
"Yep! And I think the bump on my head's better too!" she replied, rubbing her head.
"Well that's good to know." Bakura snorted, crossing his arms, "Finally, all this rubbish is over."
"Actually…"
Everyone's neck clicked a few different degrees until they're gaze glared right at her. She smiled sheepishly and shrunk away from their glares.
"I'm not s-saying that it'll be as b-bad as this," Nami started, scratching the back of her head, "The full moon's still coming up. Everything, you, me and all the other students are going to go nuts."
"Thanks for reminding me…" Joey muttered, bowing his head.
Nami suddenly felt her chest tighten; a breath catching in her lungs. 'How could I be so stupid! Joey definitely isn't looking forward to it, much less than me! I'm so insensitive!'
"Hey," she started gently, before punching her fist into the air, "How about we go get some lunch? My treat!"
"Really?" he perked up instantly, Tristan leaning closer as well.
"Y-yeah… why not?" Nami said, immediately regretting it, remembering how much they ate.
Both Joey and Tristan were at her side in a flash, picking her up by her armpits and wrapping an arm around her shoulders, walking on each side of her. They rest sighed as Seto rolled his eyes, Yami shaking his head and Yugi and Mokuba giving her half sorry looks.
The two iron men pulled her all the way to the cafeteria, a tight grip on her upper arm to make sure she didn't run away. They dragged her all the way to a table before running to the food line, giant, childish grins on their faces, while the rest of the gang sat down next to her.
Not even a minute passed before the two were back, trays for everyone and two mountains for themselves. Joey and Tristan smile at eat other before their heads vanished, a river of strange looking food flowing into a blur of brown and yellow.
Nami gulped down the bit of vomit in the back of her throat from looking at them and turned to her own plate, munching on an orange oval type stick that seemed to be a carrot, at least, she hoped it was a carrot. The rest snacked thankfully on their free meals as the period flew by silently.
The rest of the day was free, no classes for a reason Nami couldn't remember. The gang decided to take her to a new spot in the Courtyard, down that path that lead to the forest. Joey had insisted that he covered her eyes with his hands, resulting in her stumbling and smacking into three trees.
"Ta Da!"
He pulled away his hands so fast, the witch lost her balance and fell flat on her face into the gravel. She brought her hands next to her torso and pushed herself up, spitting the grass out of her teeth before gasping.
There was a beautiful meadow in front of the group, a large and probably more than a century old oak tree standing proudly in the middle. Hundreds of feet in her one o'clock direction, she could see a bit of flowing water and the sound of a small stream.
Nami's eyes were wide as she sat on her knees in awe, "Coolio!"
"Yeah, in this place you can take one heck of a nap." Joey boasted, resting his hands on his hips.
"Wow, I bet there are tons of frogs in that stream! Oh, and that bush looks like it might have a snake or two… Hey! Is that a bird's nest?"
There was a massive sweat drop on the back of Joey's head as Nami ran around the meadow, from the stream to a bush, to a grassy area and finally under the old oak. Next to him, Tristan shook his head as he stepped forward between all of them and walked over to the tree, plopping down and lying against the trunk. Soon after, the rest followed his suit, lying next to, or on the tree's side while the witch stayed standing, staring up into the immense tangle of branches.
"You know, you'll hurt you're neck if you do that too long." Seto teased, opening one eye lazily.
The vampire felt his arms drop heavily from behind his head, both slit eyes now wide open and alert. He was staring at the spot the young witch was but a moment earlier, now to have seemingly vanished with no footprints leading away from the resting spot.
For some reason, he started to panic, before he slapped himself mentally. 'Why should I panic over her? Oh, right. So she doesn't get us into further trouble with Shinji.'
Mokuba slid down his brother's shoulder, snapping awake from his movements. The young vampire followed the elder's gaze to the last place their newest friend had been until he heard a small sigh. Mokuba smiled and tapped his brother on the shoulder, pointing up when Seto looked over before resting back on his shoulder, closing his eyes once more.
Seto glanced up in the direction his brother pointed and felt a sweat drop appear on the back of his head. Nami had somehow, probably magically, jumped up into the tree and was now laying on a thick branch while leaning against the trunk, her eyes closed and her breathing slow, obviously asleep or close to it.
The vampire shook his head, trying to get her out of his mind and shifted his weight, slouching into a more comfortable position on the tree. His eyes slowly lowered before closing tightly, falling into the stateless wonder of sleep.
There you have it!
Pairings:
Yami/Nami: 1? I forgot.
Yami/Nami/Seto: 20 ½ Yes, all Horsie
Nami/Bakura: 1
Yami/Nami/Bakura: 1
Ok, as for pairings, I think I see what you guys want… not really. Since it's spread all over the charts, I have come to an executive decision. The pairing will be… drum roll please. Ahem, I said drum roll. (drum roll) Ok then, the pairing is… A LOVE SQUARE! Err… I don't know, but the final pairing will be something like Yami/Seto/Nami/Bakura and maybe even Joey if I feel like it. So I hope you're all happy, I'm trying to be a people pleaser. Speaking of pairings, I'll try to start putting in some fluff. If you guys still want to voice you're opinion, I'm all ears. Ok, Je Ne.
