Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ I Care ❯ The Bakura Inn ( Chapter 13 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Raven: Hey guys, well, here's the next chapter. Emmy would present it to you herself but she's not here.
 
Ryou: Why?
 
Raven: She still hasn't stopped her search for free pictures of you! Remember, she's decided to make her own web page?
 
Ryou: (Blushes) She's making a web page about me?
 
Raven: And Bakura and Marik or Malik or whoever's the hikari, if she can find pictures that is.
 
Bakura: Our next announcement is that we took “One Last Game” down because we weren't ready to handle two large fics at once. Sorry, we'll try again once this fic is over.
 
Ryou: Over? Would I have to go back into the closet?!
 
Bakura: NO! No, it's ok! Don't freak out! You don't have to go back!
 
Raven: Disclaimer: We don't own Yu-gi-oh, Red bull, Ice Cap, Mitchum, Glad products, The 4400, Law and Order S.V.U, The Ring, or McDonalds!
 
Ryou: Fun Fact: The answer to life, the universe, and everything is…42!
 
Raven: (Sigh) And we don't own Hitchhiker's Guild to the Galaxy Either.
 
The Bakura Inn
 
“Ryou, can you grab me a soda while you're in there?” Malik yelled from the other room.
 
“Sure!” Ryou yelled back. He had taken a break from his reading to make popcorn-at Malik's request-and was actually thinking of watching some TV. It was getting late, he had finished his homework, and Bakura was gone. Why not relax a bit?
 
When Ryou came back to the room with the popcorn bowl and soda he saw Malik flipping through the channels.
 
“Red bull gives you wings!”
 
“Don't get mad, get glad!”
 
“No Darren, don't leave me for Sarah! I love you!”
 
“Two teens, one with white hair and the other with strange spikes are running amuck at the annual Mime Convention!”
 
Bah, dah, buh, bah, bah! I'm loving it!"
 
“Boring…Boring…Boring…” Malik said as he clicked past each channel.
 
“I think the new Forty-four Hundred is on tonight,” Ryou commented as he took a sip from his water.
 
“Oh yeah!” Malik said, stuffing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. Ryou chuckled.
 
Suddenly Ryou heard a knocking sound throughout his home. Both Malik and Ryou turned to look at the door. Ryou wondered who would be visiting him at this time of night. It surely wasn't Bakura, why would he knock?
 
“Someone is at your door Ryou,” Malik said, before turning back to the TV.
 
“Really?” Ryou asked sarcastically. Malik rolled his eyes and popped the tab off his soda.
 
Ryou hopped up and curiously opened the door. What he saw before him was quite a surprise. Aly stood right in front of him, clutching a suitcase. Her light brown hair sparkled in the evening light and her brown eyes looked concerned or distressed about something. She was nervously biting her lower lip. Despite her look of distress Ryou couldn't help but think that she looked quite beautiful with the pink and blue sky swirling behind her.
 
Ryou suddenly caught himself staring and opened his mouth to say something but wasn't sure what to say.
 
“A-Aly?” he stammered.
 
“Hey Ryou,” she said with a half hearted smile. “I'm sorry to stop by so late.”
 
“Oh, it's ok,” Ryou replied, feeling a blush creep into his face. Aly shifted a bit and cleared her voice.
 
“Y-you see, I'm here because, well, um,” Aly cleared her throat once more and looked right into Ryou's eyes. “My parents are out on a business trip you see, and it was all very last minute, and you're my closest friend, well you know as in distance and all-even though you are one of my best friends too and uh…”Aly was rambling now. She exhaled and looked him in the eye again. “I need a place to stay for a little while, and I was wondering if it's not too much trouble could I s-stay here with…you,” she finished.
 
Ryou felt his jaw drop a little and his eyes get a bit wider. Aly frowned.
 
“Although it's ok if you don't want me too!” she said quickly, looking at the ground. “I mean, I could probably stay somewhere else, it's just that the first person that came to mind was you and well yeah. Also you're house is closer to mine so I-I could feed my animals easier and-and get stuff and it would be easier and, and yeah.”
 
There was an awkward silence in which a thousand thought and questions raced through Ryou's brain.
 
“Aly wants to stay here, with me, as in sleep in my house and live in my house? Why me? Does she like me? Why not Tea? Why not Yugi? What about the fact that we're boy and girl? What about sharing a bathroom? Have I dusted lately? I wonder if the dishes in the sink are still dirty. What about Bakura?! Will he care? Will he scare her away? Will he beat me up? Will he throw a fit? Does Aly know I like her? Does she like me too? Haven't I already asked my self that? Will the others find out? Will they think we're going out or something? What am I doing? I have to say something!”
 
“Oh, Aly I-I-I…I,” Ryou had no clue what to say. On one hand she needed a place to stay and Ryou would have loved to help her out actually hang out with her more but on the other hand Bakura would probably get mad-no worse-and ruin everything anyway!
 
“Hey Aly, what's up?” a voice from behind Ryou asked. Malik suddenly popped his head out from behind the door frame.
 
“Malik?” Aly asked, in a surprised tone. “What are you doing here?” she asked. Malik grinned.
 
“Just hanging out,” he replied with a `I don't care but in a cool way' shoulder shrug. There was a short silence and Malik gave both the teens a strange look.
 
“Um, so, what brings you to Ryou's house Aly?” he asked, trying to break the ice. Aly shifted her suitcase so that the weight was carried on her left hip.
 
“Well, I was just asking Ryou here if he would mind…doing me a favor for a little while. But if he doesn't want to I can go now…” she made a movement to leave but Ryou's hand flew up as if to stop her. She saw this and looked at him hopefully, but Ryou could think of what to say. There was a short silence as they all waited for him to say something.
 
“Yes?” she asked after a few seconds. Ryou swallowed and opened his mouth willing something, anything, to come out! Every second he stayed silent was another second he looked stupid. God, why couldn't he say anything?!
 
“What's the favor?” Malik asked, giving Ryou a curious look.
 
“Oh, well, it's a bit of a long story, I just needed…a place to stay for a little while because my parents are on a business trip so I asked Ryou if I could stay with him for a week,” Aly said the last part so quickly Ryou wasn't sure if Malik had understood. Malik obviously did. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. Aly looked at the ground uncomfortably. Nobody spoke.
 
“Well?” Malik said finally, looking towards Ryou. “Can she?” he asked. Ryou and Aly gave Malik and unbelieving stare. “What? She needs a place to stay, we're all friends. Why not here?” he asked as if it were nothing. Ryou and Aly exchanged a glance and Ryou was finally able to say something.
 
“I-I guess Malik's right,” he said quietly. Aly gave him a questionable look, and Ryou nodded. Immediately a smile bloomed on Aly's face and Ryou was able to forget his feelings of dread for a moment. She looked so happy, and he had made her that happy. It was enough to make him smile as well.
 
“Good. Now that that's settled why don't you come in Aly? We were just about to watch the Forty-Four Hundred,” Malik said. “Here, I can take your suitcase for you.” With that Aly handed Malik her suitcase, gave Ryou one more happy smile and entered the house.
 
As Ryou closed the door he felt as if he were walking on air. Aly was staying with him for one whole week! She had asked to stay with him! It didn't matter that Bakura would probably throw a fit when he got home! It didn't matter that Aly would probably have to leave. She had chosen him!
 
Aly's P.O.V
 
Ryou's house was small and dark. Those were the best words Aly could use to describe it. In the main hall she could see the living room which had green carpeting, blue wallpaper with wooden paneling, a green sofa and recliner, and a wooden end table. There was a small fire place and a bookcase and Aly noted a small nook by the large covered window that looked like a good reading place. Besides the basic furniture there was popcorn and other sorts of foods but surprisingly there were no pictures. Not one.
 
The unlit hallway had one door on the end and one on the right side. By that there was a short staircase leading to a landing and turning right off into another short staircase. The whole house looked like it could be cozy but was actually quite dreary.
 
“Lighting the fire place would give it the homey touch.
 
Once they were inside and Malik and Ryou were talking Aly heaved a great sigh of relief. She had actually done it. She was so exited she just wanted to jump up and down and scream in pleasure but she contained herself. It was exciting and scary at the same time.
 
“Who knows what this might lead too?” Aly thought. Happiness? A boy friend and girl friend relationship? What if it was sadness or pain? It could go either way.
 
“Why was I so nervous?” Aly thought. “I never get nervous. I've done tons of plays in front of tons of people and I never got nervous then. Back there I was so tongue tied I just kept rambling on. Ugh. I must have looked like a total dork.”
 
“Aly, you can sleep in my room and I'll sleep on the couch,” Ryou said. Aly shook her head.
 
“I couldn't take away your bed Ryou. I'll sleep on the couch,” she replied. “Ryou is so polite,” she thought.
 
“No really, you're a guest. I'll sleep on the couch,” Ryou insisted.
 
“Really, it's ok. I'll sleep on the couch,” Aly said, sitting on it for emphasis.
 
“That wouldn't be polite of me,” Ryou countered, sitting on her left side.
 
“But it would be rude of me,” Aly replied. Malik watched as the two went on for a little longer.
 
“By the time you guys decide who sleeps where it will be morning,” Malik informed them, munching on a handful of popcorn. “How about Aly sleeps on the couch and you Ryou can sleep in a sleeping bag on the floor. That way neither of you gets the bed.” Ryou and Aly looked at each other.
 
“Ryou please let me sleep on the couch. I want to,” Aly said, she wasn't really annoyed with him but hadn't known being polite was this important to him.
 
“…Well ok. I guess if you're sure…”
 
“I'm sure,” she replied, crossing her legs and taking a handful of popcorn from Malik's bowl. Ryou sighed and looked at the TV. The three watched the show in silence for a few moments, not knowing what else to do or say. It was a bit of an awkward situation.
 
“What's going on?” Ryou asked after a few moments.
 
“I'll explain on the commercial,” Malik said. Aly had been wondering the same thing but she really hadn't been playing attention to the show. Her mind was too preoccupied with the fact that she was going to stay with Ryou-and Bakura-for the next seven days. It was hard to believe she'd actually done it. She'd actually asked him and he'd actually said yes.
 
“Does he like me?” Aly wondered. “Is he the one everyone is talking about? Is that why he was so speechless? Is that why I'm here?” All these thoughts were swirling around in one big dizzy and confusing mess inside Aly's brain. Life was too complicated.
 
Eventually Aly was able to leave her thoughts behind and concentrate on their evening. They watched more TV, ate popcorn, and when they ran out of things to watch and stuff to eat they made more popcorn. It was fun, and Aly was quite content being close enough to smell the shampoo in Ryou's hair.
 
It was lavender, which surprised her. Aly wasn't sure what kind of shampoo boys used. It was actually a question she pondered as she laid in the make shift bed that night. What was a mannish scent that didn't smell bad? Her father used Ice Cap but what other things did men use? Did they have a special Mitchum shampoo or something?
 
“You mind if I stay Ryou? Marik hasn't come back yet and I want to make sure he comes back ok. I don't like not knowing where he is. He might cause chaos, havoc and destruction,” Malik said as they helped Aly make her bed.
 
“He causes it anyway but sure,” Ryou replied, giving Malik a curious look. “We hope you enjoy your stay at the Bakura Inn, we offer you cold cereal in the morning and lumpy make-shift beds at night. If you have any questions please call the front desk.” Aly and Malik laughed and Ryou blushed a bit as if he didn't expect them to find his joke funny.
 
“The bathroom is right over there, and there's another one upstairs but I guess you can have the one down here and Bakura and I will use the one upstairs,” Ryou said to Aly.
 
“Ok,” she replied, glad that she would get her own bathroom. “Well, good night guys, and Ryou? Thanks for letting me stay with you. You're great,” she said before picking up her suitcase and retreating to the bathroom.
 
When the door was shut and locked she got to work and set up all her toiletries. Aly had brought everything to survive one night, for she could pick up other things the next day. Aly put her things like her toothbrush, toothpaste, brush, deodorant, special conditioner, and other things around the sink before changing into her night attire. Because she would be living with boys for a while Aly had decided to wear an oversized green T-shirt that said `I helped save the trees!' and a pair of black gym shorts to bed instead of just her shirt. To finish it off she brushed her teeth and took down her hair, making sure to get the kernels out of both-for Malik had devised a game of throwing popcorn into the air and catching it in his mouth.
 
“Ok, here goes,” she said to herself before stepping out and turning the light off behind her. The TV was now off but a rather dusty lamp lit the room up enough for Aly to find her friends.
 
“Nice pajamas,” Aly said to Malik, who's only changing had been taking off his pants. He was curled up on the recliner and quickly concealed himself with a fuzzy blanket.
 
“You're a regular fashion diva yourself tree hugger,” Malik retorted. Aly rolled her eyes and looked over at Ryou who was wearing light blue pajamas and sitting on a red sleeping bag located a few feet away from the couch. “I guess no one got the bed after all,” she said with a chuckle. “Goodnight guys.” Aly prepared to get into bed. Then she remembered something.
 
“Oh wait a sec!” she said, hurrying to the bathroom. Aly had almost forgotten her portable alarm clock.
 
“I need this to wake up on time,” she said, setting it on the end table.
 
“Don't wake me up that early,” Malik said, shifting his position a bit. “I need my beauty rest.” Aly grinned and made a move to turn off the lamp.
 
“Wait,” Ryou said, hopping up. He quickly opened a drawer on the table and pulled out some matches. With one swift strike he lit the match and carefully used it to light a nearby candle, which also rested on the table. Aly inhaled and smelt the faint aroma of vanilla.
 
“There,” Ryou said, blowing out the match and turning off the light. With that Aly watched him slip into his bed. She laid back and cuddled with the blanket until her arm was under pillow and her head rested on top. At first she was too exited to sleep, then she was too nervous. Thoughts of Bakura kept her up for almost an hour. She was afraid any minute he would come in the door and…do something…
 
But eventually, at around eleven Aly drifted off to sleep with the help of the soothing candle and the warm blanket. Aly was glad Ryou had lit the candle. At first she'd thought he was afraid of the dark, quit ironic since his house was so dreary, but now knew that it hadn't been for him, it had been for her. It might have sounded pretty silly but even if it hadn't been for her she was glad he'd lit it anyway.
 
Bakura's P.O.V
 
The thief swiftly and silently moved along the sidewalk, before dodging into an alley and pushing his back up against the wall. He made sure no one else was around before signaling for his companion to follow. Marik clumsily ran after him, knocking over a trash can as he stomped into the alley. Bakura rolled his eyes and glared at his friend.
 
“Marik, you have to be quiet! We are sneaking! That means we don't want people to find us. We don't want them to see us or hear us,” he scolded. Marik scowled.
 
“I know Tomb Robber, I'm not an idiot,” he replied, crossing his arms like a pouting three-year-old.
 
“Then stop acting like one Mind Reader,” Bakura shot back.
 
“I'm not! And is that the best come back you can come up with Soul Stealer?” Marik snapped. Bakura exhaled slowly, trying to keep his cool.
“Why are you in such a bad mood?” Bakura asked before darting across the street and behind a telephone pole. Marik looked around and jogged after him, unable to conceal his body he crouched by a trash can.
 
“I'm not in a bad mood,” Marik whispered just loud enough for Bakura to hear. Bakura gave Marik a disbelieving look. Marik stuck his chin out like a toddler's once more and looked away. Bakura rolled his eyes at his partner's childishness and darted past a few homes till he was behind a large bush. Marik ran after him and nearly crushed him at impact.
 
“Marik get off! I can't breathe!” Bakura hissed, trying to move Marik's massive body. Marik sat up and Bakura gasped for air. Finally he said, “If you're not in a bad mood than why are you acting like a three-year-old?” Bakura asked.
 
“I'm not acting like a three-year-old!” Marik shouted. Bakura quickly slapped his hand over his friend's mouth and gave him an angry look of disbelief.
 
“Don't do that! They'll find us! I can't believe you did something that stupid!” Bakura growled. He looked around before continuing, as if they'd already been caught. Marik took this chance to remove the hand before glaring at his companion.
 
“Shut up Tomb Robber! I'm not stupid! I'm just annoyed that we have to run from these stupid mortals! I could take them out in one shot if I wanted too! I'll teach that idiot who called me a coward a lesson or two!” Marik cracked his knuckles.
 
“You're upset because of the cop who called you a coward for escaping? Come on, he was a shrimp. Everyone knows you could have killed him with one flick of your tongue. He was just trying to get on your nerves,” Bakura replied.
 
“If I ever see him alone at night I'll-!”
 
“Down!” Bakura whispered, as a police car drove by. The two were perfectly still as it slowly moved along. When the flashing lights had moved far enough away the two each took a breath.
 
“Come on, let's go to my pad, its closer,” Marik said. Bakura nodded.
 
It would have been easy and fun to kill all the cops that got in his way, have Marik erase the bystander's memories, and hide the bodies in the Shadow Realm rather then hide but Bakura had learned you couldn't go out killing people and still have the ladies like you. He knew from experience too. People didn't think it of him but Bakura was quite a ladies man. He like to go to clubs and meet pretty young women but they wouldn't `get wild' with him if they knew he was a mass murderer. It was quite annoying.
 
“It sucks that I don't have my own bed slaves like five thousand years ago,” Bakura said to Marik. Marik gave him a surprised look.
 
“That was…random,” Marik replied.
 
“I was just thinking about the women in this time. They actually want money to get in bed with me,” Bakura replied. Marik shrugged.
 
“You can't just rape somebody these days without getting caught and tried. If you kill the people in the court you could get the death sentence and if you kill your killers everyone will be after you and eventually you'd die,” Marik replied. “If it was us I suppose they'd have to send the army. I know I could probably take out a whole police force.”
 
“How do you learn theses things?” Bakura asked.
 
“I watch a lot of Law and Order S.V.U,” Marik replied. “In this time if you want a girl you either got to find a slut or win the heart of a girl.” Bakura made a mental note to watch the show Marik had mentioned, Marik was starting to know more than he did.
 
Bakura stood up and ran down the street. Their destination was only a few blocks away. Marik and Malik lived with Malik's sister Ishizu in the upper floor of a museum. Ishizu was the director of the Ancient Egyptian exhibit.
 
“Are you sure Ishizu will be okay with us hiding out in her house?” Bakura asked Marik. Even Marik and Bakura knew Ishizu was no woman to mess with. When she was angry she was just about as scary as Bakura.
 
“Hey it's my house too and don't worry, she'd be asleep by now,” Marik said. The two were standing at the top of the staircase behind the museum. It was a direct way to the Ishtar home, and it was much easier then breaking into the actual museum.
 
Bakura took out his handy dandy lock pick and stuck it into the lock, only to find the door was already unlocked.
 
“That's weird…” Marik said, opening the door all the way. It was dark so Bakura suspected Ishizu was asleep, but his thief instincts told him otherwise. Both yamis quickly shuffled inside and shut the door.
 
“Follow me,” Marik whispered. Bakura followed his large friend through the darkness, listening for any other sound of movement. He could hear Marik's loud footsteps, the sound of a washer, and…
 
Suddenly a light clicked on and both yamis froze. Ishizu was sitting on a chair, legs, crossed, fingers steepled, eyes angry.
 
“Hello Ishizu,” Marik said with a fake smile. Ishizu narrowed her eyes and whipped the smile right off his face. She picked up a remote and turned on the TV, without ever setting eyes off them.
Marik and Bakura turned to watch.
 
“It seems the mysterious men that reeked havoc at the annual mime convention are still at large. We would like to warn our viewers of the trouble makers and advise you to call the police if you have any information about them.”
 
A crappy picture of Marik and Bakura running was shown on the screen. Ishizu clicked again.
 
“-number of men and women in complicated knots and set fire to the five man box. Luckily no men were killed, but three have already been sent to the hospital for serious burns.”
 
A skycam picture of the park was shown. There was still a tree on fire and many people running about. Bakura gave an evil laugh inside his head. Marik's rod was more than a tool, it was a toy. A very powerful and destructive toy…
 
“Did you think you could hide from me?!” a sharp and angry voice snapped. Both yamis jumped a bit and turned to face Ishizu. “Did you think you'd be able to stay in my home? Did you think you'd be able to stay in my house till the police stopped looking for you? Huh? Huh?!” Ishizu barked.
 
Marik was the first to speak. “This is my house too,” he said. Ishizu stood up and gave them a glare that made her look a bit like the girl from the Ring because of her black hair. Marik moved back a bit.
 
“This is NOT you house!” Ishizu growled. “This is MY house! MINE! You have no property rights, and no legal rights to it! I let you stay here out of the kindness of my heart!” she cried. “I could kick you out any time and let you starve or get put in jail, but do I? Do I?!” she asked.
 
“No,” Marik replied, rolling his eyes.
 
“NO! No, I don't! I do not! And this is how you repay me? By setting men on fire?! By creating chaos, havoc, and destruction?!” she march right up to Marik and looked him in the eye so she was only about and inch from his face. “By letting my under aged little brother drink?!” she hissed. Marik gave her a nervous look.
 
“I-It was only one-,” he began but Ishizu cut him off.
 
“I don't care! You are a horrible person! I give you a roof over your head, food-and you eat a lot of food!-indoor plumbing and you give me trouble in return! You haven't even given me one `thank you for your kindness'!” she cried. She was now leaned forward, towering over Marik as he slowly bent farther down.
 
“Uh, thank you?” Marik asked hopefully. Ishizu pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes once more.
 
“Too late free loader, you're out of here,” she spat. “I want you,” she pointed at Marik. “And your friend,” she pointed to Bakura. “Out of my house this instant!” Ishizu stomped her foot and clenched her fists. Marik looked over to Bakura for help.
 
“Ishizu don't get yourself over excited,” Bakura said calmly. “You're making a mountain out of a mole hill.” Ishizu turned her piercing glare to Bakura.
 
“Mole hill? Mole hill?! You totally destroyed-!”
 
“It was only a practical joke my good woman,” Bakura assured her. “Only a bit of harmless fun.”
 
“Harmless?! You sent people to the hospital!” she shrieked.
 
“They'll be fine,” Bakura said with a wave of his hand. “And I'm sure they'll clean the park up eventually. It's all good. So, now that we've had our little chat Marik and I would like to retire to the bedroom-,”
 
“Nice try Tomb Robber. I mean it this time, you are out Marik! You're not welcome either Bakura!” Ishizu said, crossing her arms.
 
“Aw come on Ishizu?” Marik whined. “That's not fair-.”
 
“Fair? You want to talk fair? Spend twenty years of your life underground with no TV, music, magazines, lattés, and nobody to talk too besides your family. Then we'll talk about fair!” she cried. There was a silence in which Marik stared at Ishizu as if he couldn't believe her. Then finally he closed his eyes and frowned.
 
“Ishizu, I didn't want to have to do this but…” Marik reached for his rod. In one swift movement Bakura saw the millennium rod go flying past his head, and Marik fall to the floor clutching his crotch in pain.
 
“Don't even try using the millennium rod on me or I'll skin you alive and sell your organs in fake mummification jars at the Gift Shop,” Ishizu growled. Bakura watched his whimpering friend on the floor with raised eye brows.
 
“Where'd you learn to fight?” he asked Ishizu. She gave him a somewhat evil grin.
 
“What do you think I did in my free time as a child? Play with dolls?” she asked. Bakura shrugged and Ishizu turned back to Marik.
 
“Before you go, could you tell me where my little brother is?” she asked kindly. Marik opened his mouth but seemed unable to answer for a few moments.
 
“Last time I s-saw him he was w-with Ryou,” Marik squeaked.
 
“He's probably sleeping over if he hasn't come home yet,” Bakura added.
 
“Thank you,” she said. “Now leave my house or I'll get a cane and show you some real pain.” Marik shakily stood up and limped for the door, Bakura at his heals. Before leaving Marik pulled the rod from the wall, where it had stuck after Ishizu's throw.
 
“I can't believe you got beat up by a girl,” Bakura said. Marik gave him an angry glare.
 
“You try standing up to her some time and we'll see how you walk afterwards!” Marik spat back. Bakura smirked, causing Marik to glare harder.
 
“My place then?” Bakura asked. Marik nodded.
 
“Maybe Malik can talk some sense into his crazy sister,” Marik said bitterly.
 
The two pulled the same secret agent hiding plan as the made their way to the Bakura house, almost getting caught twice but escaped by jumping in a pool the first time, leaving them soaked and jumping into a dumpster the second time, leaving them wet and smelly. Eventually they arrived. Bakura took the house key from under the mat and grumpily stuffed it into the hole.
 
“I'm gonna go take a shower, you can sleep wherever, if you want to sleep,” Bakura said before opening the door. He was wet, smelly, and wanted all over town. All he wanted to do was take a shower and sleep. When he was in a grumpy mood sleeping was always something he did for when he woke up he felt less grumpy and more destructive.
 
Marik followed Bakura upstairs but Bakura shut the bathroom door in his face and made for the shower. The hot water felt good as it washed away the gunk from whatever was in the dumpster they'd hidden in.
 
Before falling asleep Bakura remembered Ryou and decided because he hadn't taught Ryou all day that it was fit to send Ryou a nightmare instead. A few images of a dying Aly, a dying Yugi or two and just for fun an evil scary one of himself. Then he sent another of Aly in pain just because he wanted too.
 
“If I ever see that annoying little girl again she will be sorry she ever met Ryou…”
 
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Emmy: (Sigh) Hello, I'm soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry the chapter took like a week! I'm such a procrastinator! Plus I've been a bit busy with the kittens and my web site which is NOT coming along. (Whimpers) I can't find any pictures of Ryou that people will let me post on my site…(cry)
Raven: (Rolls eyes)
 
Ryou: You're really making a site for me? (blushes)
 
Emmy: Of course! Who else would I make it for? Well there might be some Bakura and Marik or Malik or whatever but it's mainly about you!
 
Bakura: I feel hurt…
 
Raven: Anyway, please review, review, review, review, review, review, review, review!!!!!
 
Emmy: I'll really try to update the next sooner, although if I can't find any pictures of Ryou soon I'll be too grumpy to write…