Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Black Pendant ❯ Wounds That Won't Heal ( Chapter 2 )

The Black Pendant - Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Yu-Gi-Oh characters, all original characters are mine.

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Last Time:

Kesi maneuvered herself so that she was kneeling, and slowly edged away from Bakura, who didn't seem to notice. Suddenly, she stood up, and ran for the slightly closed door, when a dull `thud' sounded right beside her ear.

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Afraid to look, Kesi stood there for a few second before her senses kicked in. She yanked at the now closed door, and to her dismay, it stayed closed. As her widening eyes turned towards the offending object - which just happened to be her knife, she could almost hear the smirk from Bakura.

Great. Just fucking great. Trapped in a shed with no windows, a dangerous thief, and no food. Excellent. Kesi turned back to Bakura and sighed. "Why did you do that?"

"You were going to get someone to arrest me."

Ignoring his comment, which was in fact, true, she spoke. "Now we're stuck in here without anything."

"I wouldn't say that."

"I would."

"Shut up and get me bandages."

"There are no bandages here."

"Try the crate behind you."

Kesi turned, and found a crate. She placed her fingers on the edges and tugged. It was sealed shut. Impatient, she turned back to Bakura. "It's sealed shut." She said, a slight edge to her voice.

"Well get a hammer, get a stone, get something, woman! It's not exactly heaven sitting here in pain!"

"My name is not `woman.'" Kesi replied, as bravely as she could.

"Then what is it? I have no time for you, get me bandages!"

"Kesi. And I can't get your bandages because the crate is sealed!"

Bakura pointed to a metal pipe leaning against the wall. "Use that."

"How?"

"For Ra's sake, woman! I don't have all fucking day!" Bakura exploded. A pale hand shot upwards, grabbing onto a small ledge, accompanied by a grunt of pain from its owner. "I'll do it myself!"

Kesi grabbed the metal bar and held it in front of her. "Stay away from me!"

The hand fell back down to it's owner's side. Bakura let out a small chuckle. "You have the nerve to threaten me when you can't even break open that crate there?"

"You're injured. That's different."

"Is it?" Bakura said, reaching into his leg robe, withdrawing four small throwing knives. "I could kill you right now, you know."

Kesi glared at him. As much as she hated the fact, he was right. She had never been trained in combat fighting; her only purpose was to be a homemaker. The closest she had been to a wielding a weapon was her knife, and even she didn't know how to use that.

Bakura raised his hand in front of his face, readying to throw. Kesi closed her eyes, and felt four gusts of wind blow by her. Four dull `thud's sounded. She opened her eyes to see Bakura's eyes closed; his head slumped to his chin.

Kesi turned and saw the four blades lodged in the crate, propping it slightly open. She could barely see the contents in the dim light, but Bakura was somehow right. There were bandages in that crate. Kesi's gaze fell from the slightly open crate to the three-foot metal pipe in her hand.

With a sharp cry, she slammed the pipe onto the crate, and the lid splintered slightly. She did it again, the lid splintering more. With one last effort, she slammed the pipe into the crate again and the lid fell in, useless. She stood there, her hands shaking with the adrenaline boost, and her chest heaving. She dropped the metal pipe, and fell to her knees, kneeling there for a few moments.

Kesi glanced back at the sleeping Bakura, and then opened the crate, pulling out lengths of bandages. After placing them on the floor, she surveyed the blood on Bakura; most of it now dried. Water. Suddenly her head snapped up and she smiled. With the cup, she had brought a bucket of water. Hopefully it was still intact.

A quick glance near the door confirmed that it was. She took the bandages and walked over to the bucket, dunking them in. Ra only knows how old they were, and they were the only things she had left, so she washed them as best she could. After hanging them on a small piece of string (she had cleaned that too) she took a small portion of them to act as a cloth, leaving plenty left.

She then returned to Bakura's side. Still wary if he was actually awake or asleep, she placed one hand on his shoulder, and knelt in front of him. He didn't even stir. Kesi smiled, and set about taking off his open jacket. After laying the bloodstained garment on the floor, she examined the wounds.

There was one large one on his stomach; it looked almost as if the opponent had tried to gut him. There was another one on his arm, although not as deep or serious. Both had dried blood on them, it looked as if he'd been in this shed for a while. Almost a couple of hours.

Kesi thought nothing of it and took the wet cloth. She ran it across the gash on his stomach, and then glanced at his face. He still didn't move. Certain that he was asleep now, she thoroughly cleaned both wounds as best she could with only water.

Going back to the bandages, which were now only slightly damp, she grabbed a few and went back over to Bakura. She wrapped the bandages firmly around his stomach and arm, and then glanced at his shirt. It was covered with blood. She would have to wash that later with the remaining water.

Glancing at her own clothes, she sighed. They were also stained with blood. Then came the extremely difficult task of cleaning the wound on Bakura's thigh. She blushed just thinking about it. Closing her eyes, she placed shaky fingers on the hem of Bakura's dark blue shorts, and exhaled. Her eyes shot open when she heard a smooth, cool voice.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Oh, shit.

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AN: Yeh! Second chapter! Sorry if it's going too slow, it's going to be a pretty long story. ^-^U Please review!

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