When we last left off, Bakura had just shoved Satoshi Hiwatari into a smelly bus driver and hopped off of the bus to find himself in the section of Domino known as…
…What's this? What's this? …Christmas town…? Hm…
Ok, now that I have the urge to imitate Jack, the Pumpkin King, out of my system, I guess I should figure out where the hell I am. Oh, wait! There's a conveniently located sign right in front of me. It says I'm in…
….Why does Domino City have a section of it called Mothballtown? I wasn't aware that mothballs are considered an ethnicity whose culture is rich enough to constitute the mayor of Domino City designating a whole section of the town so that everyone can go and experience the mothball culture. …Eesh. The sky looks like the bottom of somebody's bed, if that's possible. Everything here is so dusty. There are folded piles of old out-of-fashion clothes neatly littering the streets! Giant white things are blocking the roads! Yep, I'm either in Mothballtown, or a lot of people having decided to go streaking at the same time.
In which case, I would like to leave…
I don't remember what time it is. There was a digital clock near the bus driver… but he was on the bus. And the wheels on the bus go round and—dang it! That same song again.
Anyhoo, so I'm leaving Mothballtown—Mothballtown, geez, how ludicrous—
"I'm talking Champagne wishes, caviar dreams/You deserve nothing but all the finer things/Now this whole world has no clue to do with us/I've got enough money in the bank for the two of us."
…What?
"It's from a song, oh darkness of mine," Ryou informs me in a fruity sounding voice. "Hey!"
Geez, I say one word and Ryou starts "singing" rap in my head. I really have no idea what he's talking about most of the time. Oh, but I do deserve finer things. Anyhoo… what was I—? Oh yeha. I mean yeah. Stupid pen.
Mothballtown happens to be right next to where most of Battle City took place. Funny, I don't remember being able to see this place from the hospital window. This section for people of mothball origin must be new. Why did they put Mothballtown next to Battle City, which is one of the city's biggest attraction for dueling tourists? Yes, Battle City. What a glorious—oh, wait, no it wasn't. It sucked. That's when I met Marik, and he, being a spoiled brat, offered me a shiny prize if I won him some cardboard with little shapes and writing on it. At first I was a little wary of the idea. I mean, me winning him some cards? Even if they were called God cards? What was I? His boyfriend? Ew. "Get me those God cards, 'Kura!" Like a girl who tries to get her boyfriend to win a stuffed animal at the carnival. Gods what a scary image.
The other thing that sucked about Battle City was my stay in the hospital. Now, Jim Bob, of course it was fun getting in to the hospital; hurting "my" body was fun, although I shouldn't say that because my diary is rated K+. And then my lesser half leaned on Malik like the weak little boy he was/is, and Malik dragged him roughly down the street, until Tea and Joey came into view. Then he was gentle and pretended to be concerned and friendly. Anyhoo, I could swear that when Tea met Malik, she was very interested in "Namu…" Bleh. But, soon after getting in to the hospital, I couldn't wait to get out. My stay at the hospital was less than enjoyable. One reason: Mr. Mutou.
I never ASKED for him to stay with me in the hospital, and he loomed over me the ENTIRE time. Staring at my sleeping form with those large Mutou eyes, poking me to ask me if I was awake or if I wanted something to drink, and, when he thought I was sleeping, he would change the channel on the TV in my hospital room! How DARE he!
Hm… I wonder if that girl… Colton's sister… ever has people changing the channel when she's watching something too… How awful for her! …I wonder where that girl lives… did I already look that up? Eh, I don't remember, so I guess not.
So, Jim Bob, I am leaving Mothballtown. There's the hospital I spent some time in, with that wicked weird old man… I should get rid of him… I'm still kind of in shock over how he treated me at Yugi's birthday party. That was bizarre. What would be a funny way to torture that man? Hm…
I could knock him out and put him in a dress. …But then I would have to touch his clothes. Ewwww. You ever notice how he wears the same clothes everyday? Kind of like Yugi changes his outfit once per tournament. Disgusting!
Then again, it's not like the tournaments last a long time… Duelist Kingdom lasted something like two days… same for Battle City. Actually they're rather short, so I guess it's okay for him to… NO! He wears the same school uniform EVERY DAY! I will not allow this to happen! Yugi Motoh must have new clothes. …How many different ways have I spelled his last name? I'm not sure…
"Let's not talk about how badly Yugi needs new clothes," Ryou snaps. And then: "Weren't you going somewhere?" Ryou asks annoyingly.
"No," I snap back.
"But you said you were going somewhere! And why did we have to take the bus if we're just meandering?"
Meandering… stupid big words.
"I learned the word 'meandering' when I was in elementary school, actually."
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"You were talking out loud again," Ryou said explaini…torily. "Explainitorily isn't a word."
"Oh… dang. I really ought to stop that."
So… I guess I was headed towards… the place I was headed.
"Dang it, why won't you tell me where we're going?" Ryou snaps.
"It wouldn't be any fun that way," I say out loud. People walking by think I'm crazy, yes CRAZY, for talking to the air. …Or they would if there were any people around. There's only one person around—a girl with long hair, putting up posters saying that somebody is missing. Somebody named 'Cologne'. Hm. Poor person. Must've had bad parents.
…Hey, that looks like the little old lady whose back I rode on to get away from Yami several pages of my diary ago. Didn't I send her to the Shadow Realm? I guess some people actually miss her.
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…Oh well. It's no skin off my nose. Whatever that means. …That sounds weird. 'Skin off my nose.' Gross.
Now I remember where I'm going!
"Where?"
I'm not telling Ryou, though.
"Hey! This is my body! You can't just—"
That's it; Ryou's about to get it. Just watch what I'm about to do, Jim Bob!
"…What are you going to do? Does it involve Doritos?"
"Yes, it's horrib—NO, it does not involve Doritos! I'm going to shut you up!"
It's fun to threaten Ryou, Jim Bob. And really fun when I get to do horrible things to him! Guess what I did!
Suckiest cliffhanger ever, right? It's stupid. Well… it's a short chapter, but I've got a little writer's block and I'm going to be in New York and New Jersey over the next few days. I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, D.N.Angel, or "Glamorous" by Fergie, featuring Ludicris, the part of which was partially sung by Ryou in the chapter. Oh wow, how funny would it be to hear Ryou rapping to this song on the show? I also don't own Doritos, which can apparently be used in awful things. I DO own Mothballtown, not that I'm very proud of it. O.O So, uh… I want lots of reviews when I come home! Hop to it? Please? Or else you may never find out just how gruesomely Bakura is about to treat Ryou! On that note, HAPPY HOLIDAYS!