*Authors note: HappyFireNekoNeko is actually happy! Thank you so much Revpreg for your kind review! I will try and fix my grammar and keep being original! Thank you! Also, every two chapters, the first person perspective will change to a different character! For example, the first two chapters were Sunny, and the next two (3 & 4) is Ryou / Yami Bakura! Enjoy! P.S: Chaikrah is pronounced Ch-eye-eek-rah. I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters, but Chaikrah and Sunny are mine. *
*Chapter 3: I Hate Blonds*
*RYOU*
Yet again, I was alone. Well, except for Bakura, but I wasn't exactly happy with him right now. "Oi, it wasn't my fault! That bird had what I wanted and so I tried to take it." His strong British accent sneered in my head. "You tried to chop off her hands with surgical equipment! Sunny, the girl who always stopped others from pulling my hair!" Bakura sniggered. "Yeah, so she could pull it herself. You, Ryou, are an idiotic, susceptible, utter wanker."
I took off the Ring so I couldn't hear his hateful voice for just five minutes, and picked up the phone. I put in Sunny's number, but I didn't press the "Call" button. I didn't know whether to actually call her. According to Bakura, she didn't believe in the Millennium Items even though she had one herself. How was I going to explain this? I decided to call her anyway. Riiinnngg riiinnnggg. No answer. I tried again. I noticed I could hear her obscene ringtone outside my kitchen. I moved closer to the window. It was getting louder. I noticed a body slumped against the fence. I rushed outside to see.
It was Sunny! I ran up and shook her. I noticed her green eyes seemed soulless and dull, somehow. I looked at her legs. Her skirt was blown upwards. "Gahh!" I blushed severely. I pulled her skirt down a bit. Then I noticed there were worse problems then her skirt. I looked at her eyes, then her Millennium Irons. "Oh, no...Sunny! Sunny! Wake up!" Her eyes closed. "Huh? Sunny?" Then, her eyes suddenly snapped open. They were a sweet lilac, but filled with evil intent. "Hello, Ryou. Are you missing something?" I was puzzled. "Erm, I don't think so..." She shoved the Ring into my face, and her Irons jangled. "Put it back on. Now." I did so, and swiftly arrived in my soul room. I scrambled to my feet, I could hear Bakura hiss, and spitefully say, "I've been waiting for you, Chaikrah."
*BAKURA*
I was utterly pissed off that Chaikrah, the bitch of the century, decided to turn up now, when she could have helped my millions of fucking attempts to kill the Pharaoh! She is the bloody Queen of Death, after all! "Shut up, you tart, and explain why you tried to kill my host with a miniature knife!" I looked at her for a second. She was wearing a yellow and dark blue spots polo, with a short blue netball skirt and canvas sneakers. I liked the shortness of the skirt. "BAKURA!" She started to shout in my face. "ARE YOU PLANNING ON GIVING ME AN ANSWER?" I started to laugh. And that's where she punched me in the face. I flew back and my back scraped against the road as I slid against the rough gravel. "You, bitch! I didn't come here to get punched in the face!" She stomped up, so her shadow was cast over me. "Well, give me some answers, you asshole!" I hissed while I got to my feet. "Fine then, you whore, I'll tell you. I wanted the Millennium Irons." She stared at me in utter disbelief. Her mouth hung open slightly. "And what were you planning to do with them?" My chocolate-brown eyes stared into her poisonous lilac ones solemnly as I blankly told her, "Because I needed you."
"Huh? You needed me? I thought you said you could do everything by yourself! Why, out of all people, would you want me?" For one of the first times, I started to blush. To stop her from seeing this, I turned around. "Don't you DARE turn around, BAKURA! Do you think you can try and get away with stealing my soul, treasure, family heirloom and my only connection to the earth by telling me YOU need ME?" She hissed. "You make me sick!" She started running down the path, leaving me behind. She left Sunny's bag behind. Usually, I would let her leave. Usually, I wouldn't care. I picked up her bag and started to chase after her, my blue and white sneakers pounding the concrete.
"Chaikrah! Wait! I can explain!" I wasn't in love or anything. I think. I hope. I just needed her to kill the Pharaoh; it's not a fucking big deal. We were in a forest of sakura blossom trees now. How long had we been running? "STOP FOLLOWING ME!" she screamed in a tear-choked voice. Is she crying? "No! Chai! Wait! I need you!" She collapsed onto the ground, and I caught up to her, dropped the heavy netball bag, and sat down. "Ch...Chai. You...you used to call me Chai didn't you, Bakura?" She started crying, and crying. I hugged her closer to me. I was surprised that she didn't push me away, like she used to. "Hey, Bakura?" She sobbed. "Yeah?" I looked deep into her tear filled, lilac eyes, and she shook as she whimpered, "Why did you kill him?"
"He was hurting you, Chai! I had to! You know you had a vow you had to keep!" She looked back up at me "But he was a good guy, he was so kind and helpful to me and my sister, I mean it was only a couple of times..." I couldn't believe her! "He was you father, Chai, of course you thought he was a good guy! But you're lucky you got away! Look what happened to Ryaiklah!" She looked down at the fallen sakura blossoms. "You killed him though. When Ryaiklah finds a host, she'll kill you. He was our father after all..."