Hey mina! Sorry I've been so laid back lately but that's how school goes.
Anyway I decided to give you a little teaser for now because I don't have
time to finish it all tonight. Hopefully tomorrow I can get the second part
finished and up!
Ja! For now!!
Chapter 3a: It Makes Sense! Sorta..
Whatever Kami had against them, neither Ryou nor Yugi knew; what they did know, was that that deity really didn't like them. Hell, with the way their life went, everything really didn't like them.
Why, you may ask? Let us recap a moment.
To all the people they hold dear.they are invisible. To those who they are visible to on the other hand.basically are after the poor boys blood. Yet even so, these downers in life seem trivial to the reaction they received from their newly acquainted stalkers, after Ryou's rather polite, rather wary questions.
Not only did the two girls burst out laughing, (so loud in fact, that both boys were blown back from the force) but their show of amusement was more like what people do in an Armageddon type situation -in short their reaction was hysterical.
Hooting and hollering in a most unladylike fashion, the two preceded with banging their fists on the table, stomping their feet, and falling out of their chairs on top of the two, now-finding-it-very-hard-to-breath, boys (A/N: whoo, I don't know about you, but if that's what I would have to go through every time I laughed, I'd never laugh again!).
Still chuckling, though in a MUCH more toned down way, Findel lifted herself up, arms either side of Yugi, dashing any and all dreams of escape. Briefly the thought that Ryou might be able to help him flitted through Yugi's mind; the sound of someone struggling to breath alerted him that Ryou was much in the same boat as he was.
And was it him or had the packed multiplex seemed to have doubled the number of people wanting to see a movie that day? Enough had stopped to stare anyway.
Sighing Yugi glared up at the girl on top of him, his gentle nature feeling very tried at that moment. The girl atop him, eye's widened a moment before narrowing down in a perfect imitation of Bakura's leers. Tugging at a strand of Yugi's golden bangs, she spoke in a low, amazingly sensual tone.
"Nah-uh, Yugi-kun, you don't want to do that. Naya and I are here to turn your living hell.into a living heaven." She said lowering her face an inch from Yugi's, a steady blush growing on the flustered boy's face. To dazed to know from which direction, Yugi heard Ryou's voice stammer out the same question he was wondering, though his mind couldn't seem to register his need to use his mouth, at the moment.
"Wh-what do you mean? How are you here to help us?" Ryou, also pinned and incredibly flustered had managed to splutter out his query, though with great difficulty. While lying on his chest, Naya had taken to amusing herself with tracing the outlines of his face with one of her long, sharpened nails.
"You still haven't answered who you are, yet." Yugi asked from his comatose state on the floor.
Naya and Findel might as well have rehearsed their next actions. Standing together, putting their hands on their hips, smiling their dazzling pearly whites they gave a quick, heedless "We are your Guardian Angels!" in the most perfect symmetry.
Now there are many things to be considered to be bad manners. Talking with you mouth full, pointing, mouth hanging open or even staring at people, are only some of them. Both Ryou and Yugi were well mannered young men-who always tried their best to be polite.
But nothing, ~nothing~ could have stopped the shocked, gaping mouth, wide gawking eyes, that quickly took form on each boy's face before shrieking, "NANI?!"
Ja! For now!!
Chapter 3a: It Makes Sense! Sorta..
Whatever Kami had against them, neither Ryou nor Yugi knew; what they did know, was that that deity really didn't like them. Hell, with the way their life went, everything really didn't like them.
Why, you may ask? Let us recap a moment.
To all the people they hold dear.they are invisible. To those who they are visible to on the other hand.basically are after the poor boys blood. Yet even so, these downers in life seem trivial to the reaction they received from their newly acquainted stalkers, after Ryou's rather polite, rather wary questions.
Not only did the two girls burst out laughing, (so loud in fact, that both boys were blown back from the force) but their show of amusement was more like what people do in an Armageddon type situation -in short their reaction was hysterical.
Hooting and hollering in a most unladylike fashion, the two preceded with banging their fists on the table, stomping their feet, and falling out of their chairs on top of the two, now-finding-it-very-hard-to-breath, boys (A/N: whoo, I don't know about you, but if that's what I would have to go through every time I laughed, I'd never laugh again!).
Still chuckling, though in a MUCH more toned down way, Findel lifted herself up, arms either side of Yugi, dashing any and all dreams of escape. Briefly the thought that Ryou might be able to help him flitted through Yugi's mind; the sound of someone struggling to breath alerted him that Ryou was much in the same boat as he was.
And was it him or had the packed multiplex seemed to have doubled the number of people wanting to see a movie that day? Enough had stopped to stare anyway.
Sighing Yugi glared up at the girl on top of him, his gentle nature feeling very tried at that moment. The girl atop him, eye's widened a moment before narrowing down in a perfect imitation of Bakura's leers. Tugging at a strand of Yugi's golden bangs, she spoke in a low, amazingly sensual tone.
"Nah-uh, Yugi-kun, you don't want to do that. Naya and I are here to turn your living hell.into a living heaven." She said lowering her face an inch from Yugi's, a steady blush growing on the flustered boy's face. To dazed to know from which direction, Yugi heard Ryou's voice stammer out the same question he was wondering, though his mind couldn't seem to register his need to use his mouth, at the moment.
"Wh-what do you mean? How are you here to help us?" Ryou, also pinned and incredibly flustered had managed to splutter out his query, though with great difficulty. While lying on his chest, Naya had taken to amusing herself with tracing the outlines of his face with one of her long, sharpened nails.
"You still haven't answered who you are, yet." Yugi asked from his comatose state on the floor.
Naya and Findel might as well have rehearsed their next actions. Standing together, putting their hands on their hips, smiling their dazzling pearly whites they gave a quick, heedless "We are your Guardian Angels!" in the most perfect symmetry.
Now there are many things to be considered to be bad manners. Talking with you mouth full, pointing, mouth hanging open or even staring at people, are only some of them. Both Ryou and Yugi were well mannered young men-who always tried their best to be polite.
But nothing, ~nothing~ could have stopped the shocked, gaping mouth, wide gawking eyes, that quickly took form on each boy's face before shrieking, "NANI?!"