Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ My Promise ❯ Teenage Saga: London city! Part one ( Chapter 20 )

20 Teenage Saga: London city! Part one.

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Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh isn't mine. I do not own Ryou, Bakura, or any other characters.

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Don't ever say I have no sense of humor. I'm full of humor! I am the humor itself ... I only don't show it. Or I don't get the humor. Or, like now, I don't get this was humor.

“Ryou, don't look sour, the train is about to arrive in London! Don't let your good mood be ruined by some joke you didn't get.”

“Who made up the joke anyway? I don't think it was funny. I really thought there was a river called `denial'.”

“It is: `The Nile'. See! Only other letter-combinations. Almost the same, only a little bit different. Now, put on your cap, until we've found a nice bandana for you!” Bakura was being bright again. I hate bright peeps this early in the morning.

Well, to cut of a long story, I fell a sleep at Bakura's lap -I preferred the bench better, but that's just a detail- and I woke up at 6 o'clock. Way too early. I thought waking up at 7 was a killing beginning of my day. Well, guess again. 6 o'clock was WAY worse. Anyway, we drove all night to London. Perfect, I guess. I'm going to see the world. For the first time in my life I wouldn't have to deal with Keith, or other bullies. Well, now only hope London is bully-free.

“You look tired. Don't worry, first we'll buy you a bandana, then tour a bit, and in the afternoon we'll go rent a hotel, so you can sleep some more. And tomorrow, we'll leave London for the rest of the world.” Wow, if I would believe him, everything was going to be prefect. Just Bakura and me. Together. A fancy tour through Europe. And we would probably end up being the best friends. A perfect friendship-story. A perfect trip. A perfect life for me.

Well, I didn't believe him. First: we have no money. Second: we have a whole army searching for me. Third: I wasn't an optimistic peep by nature. Fourth: ... well, I don't know a fourth reason, but I DO know there just had to be some reasons more!

“Bakura? What about money, the cops, and my pessimistic moods?” Well, I like being simple. This was far easier than asking his this with more words than were necessary.

“I was a tomb-robber before. I can get us money, can surpass the cops with ease, and I'm always optimistic, as long you're with me. So everything is gonna be alright. Ow lookie-lookie, we're here!”

Bakura helped me standing up, and helping me with the backpack. Then he took over my body. Great. I feel really independent. Free. Well, to be honest, I feel exactly the opposite.

I felt my body leaving the train, and immediately walk to a stupid souvenir-shop. Great, as long my bandana wouldn't have a London-Bridge on it. Or the word `Harrods 4-ever!' or along that style.

# Lookie-lookie! They have totally blue bandanas. I hope you'll like them # Well, that's a surprise. Not only my favorite color is blue, but also I though he preferred skull-bandana's above the blue ones. Well, lucky me. I feel relieved. And exhausted. Too much stress, I guess.

-A blue one it'll be. Thanks- Well, being nice and polite is my style. Though it makes me sick sometimes. I'm just too shy for being some more loud-mouthed, more myself. More like Bakura.

It's strange how we can be friends. I mean, he is the complete opposite seen from my eyes. He is everything I am not. I was everything he didn't is. I think that's my most important reason for letting him be my friend. I don't like peeps like myself much. Strange? Nah, I think I'm boring too. But Bakura isn't. He is cool, nice, and most important, he is being himself all along. I sometimes pretend to be someone else, cuz I hate myself. Not now, of course. Nah, Bakura is the first one who likes me as a friend the way I am, as strange as I might be.

Yups, Bakura is the best friend I've ever had. No doubt about it.

Suddenly I saw a blur of black in front of my eyes. Great. A bandana, size XL. My head could swim in that thing. Did I ever mention I have a small head? No? Well, now I mentioned.

“Yes, I'll take this one. Thank you very much ... Oow wait, that bandana is also pretty. I'll take that one for my older sister. She's still sleeping. Well, How much does it cost?” Bakura was currently holding a lovely navy-blue bandana, size S, up.

Wow. I never knew Bakura was really polite and nice if he talked when he was in my body. Well, now only figure out why he wants to have a blue-coloured one too.

“Thanks again. Well, goodbye, and a nice day further.” Wow. Bakura was REALLY polite! I only heard him snort, growl, yawn, and cuss every time he said something rude, which was every time he said something.

# I'll throw the black one away. If someone ever asks that salesman what color bandana a white-haired boy bought, he'll say `a black one'. The blue one he probably forgot already. I already said I liked the blue one better with your beautiful eyes # Okay. Overdoing was an art too. Hey, lookie-lookie. My blush is back again. Hello blush, did you sleep well? Well, feeling the brightness of the color, I guess my blush is happy now. I'm not. I'm totally red. Luckily Bakura was in control, so nobody would notice my damn blush.

He just called my eyes beautiful. Great. I feel uncomfortable now. Well, just between you and me, it wasn't like I didn't like his comment. Nah, It made me feel damn fuzzy again. Great. The fuzzy feeling was better when I hugged him. Back then it felt so friendship-alike, not like a romantic moment. Now I feel so ... gay.

By the way, I'm NOT gay.

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# So ... where can we buy a camera? # A camera? Well, first things first: I hate cameras. Camera's means pics, which would mean I would be taking the pics. There's only one `but'. Since Bakura was talking about how great I would look when he would be taking pics of me while I would be standing on the London Bridge, I would end up being photographed. Great. I hate seeing myself smile like an idiot, while that moment would last forever on a stupid picture. Perfect. Just perfect. I hate my life.

-Can't we just look at the stuff you wanna photograph, and then search for a hotel? I don't know where we can buy camera's- there. Now hope he'll get my clue.

# I already see a shop for buying a cool camera. And I wanna have a picture of you, so there's no way you're gonna ditch a camera # Well, I'm quite surprised again. You know, sometimes I have the feeling he can still hear me think. Strange. He promised not to. But that's not my point. He just knew exactly I didn't want to have a pic taken from me. Camera's make me look fat. And since I'm not fat, I think cameras are not useful and very inconvenient.

# Ryou, do you want a blue one, or a red one. Or an underwater-camera? I don't care, but I do wanna take lots of pic of you through whole Europe # Great. I feel so loved.

-I hate camera's, Bakura. And also pics of myself. Can't you just photograph some statues and be done with it?-

# Nah, you're more beautiful than some old statues. I'll pick the blue one, by the way # Well, I could always try. Not that it helped much. Nothing, to be precisely. Anyway, I won't mention the fact I'm quite blushing right now. I mean, it wasn't every day someone made a comment about me being beautiful. TWICE! Not that I was ugly. I was just ... too normal to be placed in an extreme side of being ugly or beautiful. That's probably why nobody ever made a comment like Bakura did.

-A blue one it'll be. Can we now please book a room in a hotel? We have to plan a lot before we can go to other places- Well, didn't I sound mature? And nerdy? I probably do. But that's not my point. I hate reckless things. That's why I have doubted this plan would work in the first place.

# But I don't wanna go to a hotel yet ... I wanna see the world, WITH you! # I heard a childish answer inside my head. Well, can someone please remind me of WHY I ever agreed going with him to somewhere I don't know!

-I don't know if that is such a good idea ...- Is it me, or am I sounding like a party-pooper?

# You're such a party-pooper sometimes. But before you give me another argument against going further, I only wanna say I would only like to see Harrods. I saw a cool thing about it on the TV, and I really wanna see it from the inside! There's pretty much everything in it! And I forgot to tell you I have also some money with me. I already exchanged it for pounds. Not much, but I think I can handle that. A few pounds ... around a few thousand pounds, so I think we can only buy us some little things #

Can I please react? Yes? Thank you. Why did he mention the word `party-pooper' after I mentioned it? And why did he want to see Harrods, because that was probably the only thing in London I'd love to see? And WHY didn't he ever tell me he was carrying a fortune with us? And where did he put that money anyway?

Geez, too many questions too ask, and none of them to get an answer from. Well, that happens when you only think of a reaction, instead of saying it directly to him. Hmmmm, brilliant move, Ryou. Well, being simple me, I think I can say my reaction with much less words than the reaction I gave in my mind. Again, I guess I was thinking too unnecessarily which filled up too much space. Please don't mind me.

-Okay then.- See? I told you I could also be simple. Hmmm, never mind.

# Thanks, my bestest best criminal friend! I think I know where to find it, so we'll be there within 10 minutes, I guess # Bakura gave me a mental hug -THAT was scary ... well, fuzzy was a better fitting word, but anyway- and hummed, while walking in the direction of a very crowded street.

-Bakura? How did you get that money, since no one can see you?- nosey me really wants to know everything. Really, I'm not kidding. Though I'm very shy, I have also the urge to know everything. Not a good match, but that's not point.

# I got it from your dad. He was so nice to lend me some money # Hmmm, I always thought dad didn't believe Bakura was real. Hmmm, very strange indeed. Well, I think this is the point to ask any further, since I don't want Bakura to get mad at me.

Suddenly I felt a lot less heavy. Bakura let me body go, that's why. I saw him suddenly walking next to me. And yes, I think I was the only one who could see him. That's a really strange feeling. Make me feel a little bit special. Needed. Wanted. I mean, Bakura didn't have anyone but me to be friends with. He needs me, and I guess I need him too. I really feel better, ever since I left Winchester. No, even earlier. I think I started to feel better when he had hold my hand on Friday-night, that was now 2 days ago. You know, the night we met after 9 years. When I thought he was a dream. Haha, silly me. Though I really hope it isn't still a dream.

Strange how fate goes. One day I was working on a project for Keith, the other day I was walking in London, with someone very special. Hmmm, Bakura is sweet in some kind of way. No one ever cared about me, or helped me escaping hell what was called `Winchester'. Well, no one, except for Bakura. He helped me, cared for me, made sure nothing happened to me, and probably likes me very much as a friend now. Wow, to think that I wouldn't have experienced this all if I didn't meet Bakura.

Oops, I'm thinking way too much again. I should be checking out the surroundings, likes the stores, peeps, everything. Oow, that looks like a big store. Cool thing, too bad it isn't Harrods.

# Lookie-lookie, Ryou-chan! That's Harrods! # Oops. Heh, heh. I knew that. A `big store' and `Harrods' almost sound the same. Well, not really. I should have seen more pictures of Harrods.

But more time to think wasn't there anymore. I felt Bakura's hand slip into mine, then drag me through the crowd to the entrance of Harrods. Though nobody could see Bakura, they never bumped into him, or touched him. Strange. Bakura snorted as a dog came quit close to him. The dog immediately cowered away. Yups, very strange indeed. Perhaps peeps couldn't see him, but could sense his presence. Somehow.

When we entered Harrods, I saw a huge crowd everywhere inside the store. Great. I hate crowded areas. Just lucky me. I feel relieved. Fine. Great. Bloody brilliant. Cynically meant, by the way.

# Can we go shopping? I've never been in such a great store, with such a great friend. And want you to get new clothes, stuff, food, other stuff, new Duel cards, more stuff, some cool things I wanna have, and if we have money left, even more stuff! See, only the things we'll need, we'll buy # A huge grin followed the line. Boy, am I lucky. I haven't been to a mall for the past few years. I never saw the use of going there, since all I needed were pj's and uniforms. Well, I guess things will have to change now. Woohoo, like I said, am I lucky. Not.

-Okay then- did you notice I repeat some sentences pretty often? This is one of them. The sentence is simple, convenient, well in different type of occasions, works all the time, and isn't something you have to put a lot of thinking and energy in. See. I always do things with a reason. Same goes for sentences. Everything makes sense.

# Alrighty then! Just follow me, cuz I know where to go! # Bakura grabbed my hand some tighter, and dragged my to the elevator. Great. You know that there a pretty high percent chance an elevator will fall, accidentally! I forgot how many percent, but I think it's almost 0.0001. Now only hope this won't be that tiny-winy little percent, so I end up in the hospital. In Winchester.

Well, here goes nothing.

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Should I continue with the elevator? Nah. Let's just say I survived it. I'm still a life and well. Now, where did I stay?

After the horror of the elevator, Bakura dragged me to a cool shop, with boys-clothes. Too bad it wasn't anything near the clothes I was wearing right now. Leather, gothic-types, chain-thingy's, should I continue?

Anyway, Bakura thought it was all cool and stuff, but I was thinking otherwise. Well duh! The only clothes I wore, were baggy things, and clothes for children. HEY! Don't sue me for wearing child-clothes. They're comfortable! And sweet. I even have a PJ with a pink pony on it. And yes, it's the same one as in my dream some days ago.

Well, everything went well, that means Bakura only tried some navy-blue T-shirt on, until he suddenly got the idea of getting me in some leather things. Well, I won't tell any details. Me in leather pants? Am I lucky. The stare I got from 2 girls? Am I lucky again. Some BOY -yes, you're reading it well, it was a 100 male peep- who tried to grope me, until Bakura smacked him, so he ran away very frightened, since he couldn't see Bakura, and thought it was some kind of ghost? Lucky me again. By the way, please notice I was being cynically again when it came to my reactions.

After we left the shop, I was carrying one little bag. Since Bakura insisted I had to buy at least SOMETHING, I bought socks. Cool black socks. With a little skull on it. Definitely not my type of socks, but the look from Bakura I received was enough reason for me to buy it. Heh, heh. He really looked dump-founded, by the way. Heh, heh. Yep, I had my fun.

After the clothes, I bought some stuff -just like Bakura told me to- and some more stuff. Somehow it all fitted into my backpack. Strange, since it contained now a laptop, stuff, some clothes, more stuff, my Duel Monster deck, and even more stuff. And nobody looked surprised when they saw me carrying a very heavy backpack. Strange indeed.

Well, before going any further, I'd like to react at something I've noticed, already more than once. Bakura. He seemed so relax to me. Whatever I was doing, he hummed a bit, and I felt a relaxed and satisfied feeling coming from the Ring, which meant he was feeling the same. By looks, this isn't strange. But seeing earlier meetings, it is. When he first met me, I could only feel some sort of control-like thing inside me. This also when he wasn't controlling me. Nope, when he hugged me the very first time I can remember, I could only feel the relief coming from inside. Nothing more, but definitely nothing less.

Now I feel other emotions coming from him. He feels way happier now, and it all started when I told him I trusted him. I think it's so strange. It feels like he opened up more for me, but doesn't want to show this, because he acts this the same as usual.

But anyway, this could just be my imagination and me. Perhaps nothing was going on. Perhaps Bakura's mood-swing wasn't what it seemed to me. Perhaps ... I don't know. And I shouldn't worry now. I mean, I feel a lot better when he's so relaxed. Makes me feel fuzzy again. Strange, there's the word again. Fuzzy. I wonder where it came from. But it's the right explanation. Fuzzy is the thing I feel inside me. I really don't know how to describe the feeling. Somewhere I think it's just friendship, but another part of me says it different.

Well, I don't know. And like I mentioned earlier, I shouldn't worry. I feel so happy and lucky when he's acting like this, so why did I ever make a whole point out of it?

I'm too strange, sometimes.

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“There's a cafeteria, Bakura.” I mentioned, while walking to a little cafeteria. Since there was such a huge crowd, nobody wondered why I was talking to the nothingness, which was actually Bakura, but nobody saw him. He only answered me back in my mind, since it WOULD be strange if the nothingness suddenly could talk back.

“COOL! I want coffee! With a lot of SUGAR!” Well, of course Bakura was different, so he didn't mind peeps to think nothingness could talk. Well, so far nobody noticed or suspected something. Lucky me. Taking to what peeps think is nothingness, and getting an answer back too. Woohoo. I think I need some coffee too.

We walked inside, only to see every table taken. Only the bar was free. Woohoo, I'm gonna end up on the bar-chair-thing. When I was still little, I once fell off such a thing. I know, I clumsy.

When Bakura motioned me to sit down between an old men and some purple-haired girl, I sighed heavily. Here goes nothing. My first real moment surrounded with other peeps. Now hope they won't recognize me. And also hope I'm not wanted, so they would recognize me even better. I hate being criminal. Too bad Bakura loved it. Well, to be honest, it IS somewhere funny, to do criminal things. And I never meant to hurt someone, and I never did. So you could say I was a nice criminal peep.

Anyway, here goes nothing. One more sigh, and I sat down on the chair-thing -dunno what there's called in real: I'm too nerdy for knowing such things- and placed the bag between my knees. Immediately the bartender smiled at me and walked over to me. Hmmm, do I really look like fresh meet? Probably. And where's Bakura? It's stupid to look around, but I wouldn't survive without him.

“Two coffee.” Stupid me. Now everybody would think I was depressed, heart-broken, or just a moron. Why else would a loner order two coffees'? Of course I won't count the fact I was carrying a spirit along with me.

I immediately received 4 bags of sugar, 3 stares, 2 cups of coffee and 1 bill. There. That went well. Hmmmm, coffee. I grabbed the bags of sugar what was lying next to the cups of coffee, and threw it all in my coffee. It was way too early to go somewhere else without my daily proportion of sugar. I sighed once more before slowly sipping my coffee.

# SUGAR! # I heard a mental cheer from behind me. In my head of course. Hmmm, we have something in common. When I felt an arm around me, I noticed Bakura hugged me from behind. Hmmmm, fuzzy ... WHAAAAAHHHH!

“OUCH!” I screamed, causing the whole cafeteria look up -or should I say DOWN!- at me. That hurt! My poor but is now officially hurting. And I'm officially embarrassed too.

“OMG! Are you okay!” The purple haired girl next to me immediately ducked down, and helped me standing up. Well, that went well. Note to myself: Never let somebody, especially a fuzzy-making spirit, hug you, when you're sitting on the chair-a-like thing at the bar. The only thing it will cause is a hurt but. And a flushed face.

That makes my second time I fell off that thing. I never go back to a cafeteria again.

“Must have been the coffee. Never drink something warm in here, I swear, they carry chemicals in anything warm.” The girl nodded knowingly while smiling at me, before walking off, her yellow ribbon dancing in the airco. Well, nice meeting too. I'd love to meet again. Nice talking to you. Hmmm, come on little me, stop being cynical!

(((((A.N.: Airco? Well, I decided the wind couldn't blow inside. Heh, heh)))))

“Thanks for the tip.” I mumbled to the now gone girl, when Bakura grabbed my hand and the bags, and dragged me out of the cafeteria. Well, goodbye coffee. Goodbye daily proportion of sugar. I'll miss you.

“You're too clumsy sometimes, Ryou-chan. Let's go and find a hotel, before you end up in the hospital.” Bakura said, not looking at me. He was still dragging me, now toward the elevator ... wait! I hate those things.

I snorted in response, but since there was a huge crowd, I think Bakura didn't hear me. Lucky me.

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Thankies:

Dark Wolf on a full blood: Woohoo, thanks you for reviewing me! I'm happy you like it, and thought it was so funny. You really think it was `the most entertaining story you ever read'? Cool!

loathed wolf spirit: Yay, I always get so happy when I receive ANOTHER cool review from you! Indeed, an update is an update. I think this update was slow again … but like last chap … I hope you won't mind. Thanks for reviewing, and you too have a great day!

Flidar: Oh my, such long review! Wow, thank you so much! I totally feel honored you reviewed me first yaaay, go you! Well, I hope this chap was good, and for the action, well, think of it this way. Ryou is now in Europe, with a bunch of cops on his trail. I guess that'll make lotsa action! … ohhhh, and another thing, you really think my escape scene was realistic? Wow, thanks! I DID think of it some time … but in the end I got such great inspiration, I wrote 10 pages that's also probably why this chap is -again- split up in two pieces.

One more thing … you're from Germany right? You disagree that RTL II only broadcasts anime-shows? Well, excuse me, I went on a holiday to Germany last years, and I watched ONE simple afternoon to RTL II … I saw more anime-shows than Holland broadcasts in a month! I really died when I watched RTL II … heh heh please don't complain, cuz its not fair seeing stupid Holland. Ugh, I hate my country. Well, took my more than the original length to thank you … gotta more on to other reviews, byebye! I sehe du when der nächsten … emmm I see you when my next chap comes up heh heh so much for my German classes.

I am a Catlover: Yaay, n Nederlands mensje! Cool dat je mijn verhaaltje leest, en t nog cool vindt ook thank u very much voor je coole reviewtje!

paniwi (NLI cuz she's at school): Zo dan, Jezus je hebt je emmertje wel vol geslijmd over mij ;) Thank you for reviewing me, I loved your review. I am thinking of writing a book … but first I -of course!- want to finish this fic. Perhaps I will finish PATP one day too … then I'll see if I can write a book. Don't count on it, I write different in Dutch than in English ((I'll give you something to read in Dutch another day)) Anyway, you really think Ryou is so good characterized? Gods, and to think I was just typing something :P anyway, I hoped you liked this chap as well!

eve(forever broken) to lazy to log in: ooohhh honey, I REALLY don't mind you read this chap 3 days later … in fact, I'm already happy you guys are still READING this! Thank you for reviewing this chap, and -ahum- sorry I did update slowly AGAIN. I'm drawing a line where I should end this fic… but no way I'm going to make it! You see, I want to take exactly 2 years for ending this thing … but no way THAT'S going to work, since I have yet half Europe to describe, not to mention the MAIN point of my fic! WAAAH! ((Amy breaks down)) Anyway, read Paniwi's thanks for my reaction on the whole book-point ((I'm lazy, gimme a break!)) I'm still working on the `love'-factor of this fic … but I hate fics where peeps fall in love immediately ;)