Chapter 5
Morning broke, and I was still alive. In celebration, I went downstairs and started making pancakes. As they were being cooked, everyone trailed down, the smell attracting them.
"Why the frig does my head hurt so much?! Seriously, it's like listening to Miley Cyrus!" Marik complained. I handed him a glass of water and a heavy duty painkiller in response.
"Here. Take one of these every 8 hours. If pain persists, I'll get in contact with my doctor."
He looked at the bottle. "Aceta...minophen? Acetaminophen?"
"Yep. Listed as an ailment for headaches, toothaches, and menstrual cramps. I know it'll work." I said, and served everyone pancakes.
"I have to take you guys with me shopping today, so I expect everyone to be ready within an hour." I said. Everyone seemed to understand, and we dispersed as we finished our pancakes.
My clothing of choice today was a blue and white striped tank top with tan pocketed shorts. On my feet were an old pair of sneakers. I slipped on my reading glasses and made out a list, asking the others for input. Of course, Bakura wanted steak, and I told him to limit it to one large cut or two small cuts. Finally, we all went out to the garage and piled into a black Toyota Yaris, with me driving, Yugi got shotgun, and the other three crammed into the back.
Three arguments and a slap fight later, we arrived at our destination.
"Alright, now before we go inside I want to lay down a few rules. Commandment Number One: Shut the hell up. Commandment Number Two: Do not attempt items from 333 Ways To Get Kicked Out Of Walmart. Commandment Number Three: You may not get more than one booster pack, I can't afford that. Commandment Number Four: When we pass a clearance sign, please do not read it out loud. Okay? Let's get this thing moving."
We exited the car and walked in. Aside from strange glances and whispering, we went through the list, gathering the items with relative ease. That is, until we got to makeup.
"So he always wakes up at 5 am to apply makeup?" I asked Bakura.
"IT'S IMPORTANT! How do you expect me to look evil and intimidating if I haven't at least applied my foundation?" Marik interjected from his search for the right shade of eyeliner.
"Yes, it certainly makes you look..." Bakura started, and I helped him finish it. "THE PART." I snickered at our reference.
I was beginning to get a bit worried. I has sent Yami and Yugi to get a selection of vegetables, and they hadn't come back yet. We had been in this section for almost an hour waiting for Marik to finish his selection, and I thought that they would have been back long ago.
Just as I was finishing that thought, the two stumbled into the aisle, out of breath and a bit disheveled.
"What happened to you?" I asked.
"Girls...So many girls..." Yami panted. Oh shit. I forgot fangirls roamed these aisles.
"Yugi. Get in the cart."
"What?" Yugi asked. I swooped him up and put him in the cart.
"You have shorter legs than the rest of us. Shorter legs means a smaller stride. A smaller stride means you'll either be slower than us or you'll expend more energy trying to keep up. Either way, if you don't ride in the cart, you'll fall behind and get captured.'' I took a running stance, my hands on the cart handles.
"When the devil is too busy, and Death's a bit too much, they call on her, her name you see, for her special touch."
"What are you talking about, Gypsy?" Yami asked.
"To the gentlemen, she's misfortune. To the ladies, she's surprise. But call her by any name, anyway it's all the same..."
I took off like a rocket.