Post by Rockinmuffin on Dec 26, 2006 20:05:41 GMT -5
Disclaimer: Me owning Yugioh?! HA! An ice cube has a better chance in hell…
Page 7
After what felt like hours you and Bakura finally arrived at his little hideaway. You growled lightly to yourself as you felt him tugging on your arm and pushing you ahead of him, guiding you as you had no choice but to follow him blindly like a lamb to the slaughter. You stopped for a moment and heard the jingling of keys as a door was unlocked and then you found yourself being pushed past a door in a hurry as the door soon slammed shut behind you.
Rough hands continued to shove you along until you were very rudely pushed down into a hard chair, your rump slamming into the hard surface in a painful manner. You would’ve reached back to try and rub the pain away had it not been for the fact that your arms were still hand-cuffed behind you.
You sighed in annoyance as you felt thick rope wrapping around your body. “Is that really necessary? I assure you, I’m not going anywhere.” You were simply ignored and you settled for grumbling to yourself as the rope was tied around your abdomen, thighs, and ankles.
You shivered violently when you felt heavy, raspy breathing teasing your ear, Bakura’s hot breath sending a rather unpleasant tingle down your spine. Slowly, probably just to add a dramatic air of suspense, he pulled away the blindfold from your eyes, allowing his fingers to linger on your scalp and gently pet your head just as one would do with a common household pet. You were incredibly tempted to try and reach up to bite off his fingers, but he’d probably somehow find a way to enjoy it. The sick bastard.
Oh how you loathed that man.
Trying your best to ignore the creepy man behind you, your eyes scanned across the shabby, dirty, room you were in, taking in every detail from the cracks in the wall to the potato chip crumbs on the floor. Your keen eyes searched for any possible exit, though the only one you discovered was the front door. Not that it would do you much good; as long as you were tied up you would never get a chance to escape.
All the while, Bakura hadn’t ceased his actions and was still petting your head like it was a cat. You turned back towards him, annoyed, only to find yourself gasping in surprise and awe. This was the first time you’d seen him without his mask and you had to admit that the sight of him was absolutely breath-taking. Sharp cheekbones, pale skin, and long flowing locks of hair as light as the falling snow, and those lovely reddish-brown eyes that stared back at you; he was absolutely gorgeous! You felt as if you were in a dream as you stared at his beauty and you vaguely recalled yourself praying that you would never awaken.
Bakura’s smirk widened, obviously amused and pleased by your reaction to his appearance. “Trying to catch flies?” he remarked in a smooth voice, gently gripping your chin and snapping your jaw shut which had somehow opened agape without your knowledge. You blushed brightly but refrained from responding.
You were both thankful and terrified when a man suddenly stood up from behind the couch (scaring the hell out of you in the process) and interrupted the awkwardness of your situation. The tall man stood up, stretching his tan, sun-kissed limbs as he yawned tiredly. He then rubbed the sleep out of his drowsy, violet, lightless eyes and brushed away the sandy blonde-bangs of his spiky, gravity-defying hair that got in his way. Once he had finally succeeded in waking himself up, he stared at you and Bakura through suspicious, half-lidded eyes.
“Who’s the broad?” he asked nonchalantly as he openly eyed you up and down, trying to determine whether you were a threat or not while simultaneously checking you out. Obviously his sluggish mind had yet to register the fact that you were securely tied to a chair and posed no threat to him whatsoever.
“A hostage” Bakura replied simply, as if taking in hostages was an everyday occurrence for him. You huffed silently to yourself when you came to the conclusion that it probably was. “What were you doing sleeping behind the couch?”
“…My bed is haunted” the tan male hesitantly replied. You would’ve laughed out loud had he not sounded so serious.
Bakura sighed to himself as he put a hand to his forehead and massaged his temples, most likely trying to ward off his impending headache. “Not again… Marik, for the last time, nothing in your room is haunted. Your bed is not haunted. Your closet is not haunted. Your underwear drawer is not haunted, damnit!”
“…The bathtub is haunted” Marik mumbled to himself.
“Yes, but the bathtub isn’t in your room. Besides, all the bathtub ghost really does is watch you while you’re bathing or hide your rubber ducky in odd places when you aren’t looking.”
You simply gave the two men queer looks. What was this nonsense they were blabbering about? Ghosts haunting bathtubs? What a preposterous idea! Clearly, Bakura and this new man (you vaguely recalled that Bakura had called him Marik) were insane in the membrane.
And it was just your luck that you were stuck with them, locked in their apartment, and tied and bound to a chair.
Bee-yoo-tee-full!
Note the sarcasm.
Growing tired of their idiotic babbling, you growled lightly at them. “Were you both dropped on your heads when you were babies? The both of you sound like morons. Bathtub ghosts… Are you on crack?!”
Both men turned to you, glaring at you with eyes narrowed in anger.
The man named Marik sneered at you. “This one certainly has a mouth on her, doesn’t she?” he noted, turning towards Bakura, though he watched you from the corner of his eye. “If she doesn’t learn how to shut it then I may need to find a better use for it.”
You growled loudly at the man, blushing lightly at the perverse meaning behind his words. “Ha! Do your worse, you damn pupil-less hedgehog-head!”
The hedgehog-head growled back with equal rage. “That sounded like a challenge. I suggest you watch what you say before it gets you into trouble, you ill-tempered bitch.”
You soon found yourself engaged in an intense staring contest with Marik.
“Well, I can see that the two of you are getting along just fine…” Bakura drawled. You and Marik ignored him. “…I’m gonna go get some donuts. Marik, keep an eye on the hostage, okay?” And with that, The albino-wannabe burglar left the dingy little shack he called home.
Meanwhile, you and Marik were still in the middle of your staring contest. Your eyes were stinging from the dryness while Marik seemed unaffected. You knew that your defeat was imminent, but your pride would never allow you to give up. So, you did what any other prideful youth would do in your situation…
You cheated.
“Oh my! Is that the bathtub ghost!” you screamed
“Where?!” Marik shouted, turning his head about frantically in search of his arch-nemesis.
“Ha! You looked away, therefore, I am declared the winner. Hooray for me!” you cheered.
Marik glared back at you. “Yes, but it seems that you forget that I’m a criminal and, therefore, rules do not apply to me” Marik stated as he pulled a butcher’s knife out of nowhere. “So I win.”
Well, you couldn’t exactly argue with that sort of logic, so you nodded your head in agreement.
Marik smirked, a crazed gleam shining in his eyes. “I’m glad that you agree. Now, because you lost at our game, you must face the consequences of losing.”
“But, you didn’t say anything about-”
“QUIET! I’m the homicidal maniac with the knife here! Not you! So I make the rules!” Marik waved his knife at you impatiently, warning you to be a good girl and stay quiet. You reluctantly complied. “Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted… Because you lost at our game you must face the consequences. But, because I’m such a nice guy, I’ll allow you to choose your fate. You may either have the pleasure of me sending you to the Shadow Realm or you must face the evil, vile, despicable bathtub ghost and exorcise him from the tub.”
You sweat-dropped. “Oh boy, both choices sound like soooooo much fun…” you drawled sarcastically.
“So, what’s it going to be, my dear?”
Face the perils of the Shadow Realm on Page 15
Exorcise the bathtub ghost on Page 16
Page 7
After what felt like hours you and Bakura finally arrived at his little hideaway. You growled lightly to yourself as you felt him tugging on your arm and pushing you ahead of him, guiding you as you had no choice but to follow him blindly like a lamb to the slaughter. You stopped for a moment and heard the jingling of keys as a door was unlocked and then you found yourself being pushed past a door in a hurry as the door soon slammed shut behind you.
Rough hands continued to shove you along until you were very rudely pushed down into a hard chair, your rump slamming into the hard surface in a painful manner. You would’ve reached back to try and rub the pain away had it not been for the fact that your arms were still hand-cuffed behind you.
You sighed in annoyance as you felt thick rope wrapping around your body. “Is that really necessary? I assure you, I’m not going anywhere.” You were simply ignored and you settled for grumbling to yourself as the rope was tied around your abdomen, thighs, and ankles.
You shivered violently when you felt heavy, raspy breathing teasing your ear, Bakura’s hot breath sending a rather unpleasant tingle down your spine. Slowly, probably just to add a dramatic air of suspense, he pulled away the blindfold from your eyes, allowing his fingers to linger on your scalp and gently pet your head just as one would do with a common household pet. You were incredibly tempted to try and reach up to bite off his fingers, but he’d probably somehow find a way to enjoy it. The sick bastard.
Oh how you loathed that man.
Trying your best to ignore the creepy man behind you, your eyes scanned across the shabby, dirty, room you were in, taking in every detail from the cracks in the wall to the potato chip crumbs on the floor. Your keen eyes searched for any possible exit, though the only one you discovered was the front door. Not that it would do you much good; as long as you were tied up you would never get a chance to escape.
All the while, Bakura hadn’t ceased his actions and was still petting your head like it was a cat. You turned back towards him, annoyed, only to find yourself gasping in surprise and awe. This was the first time you’d seen him without his mask and you had to admit that the sight of him was absolutely breath-taking. Sharp cheekbones, pale skin, and long flowing locks of hair as light as the falling snow, and those lovely reddish-brown eyes that stared back at you; he was absolutely gorgeous! You felt as if you were in a dream as you stared at his beauty and you vaguely recalled yourself praying that you would never awaken.
Bakura’s smirk widened, obviously amused and pleased by your reaction to his appearance. “Trying to catch flies?” he remarked in a smooth voice, gently gripping your chin and snapping your jaw shut which had somehow opened agape without your knowledge. You blushed brightly but refrained from responding.
You were both thankful and terrified when a man suddenly stood up from behind the couch (scaring the hell out of you in the process) and interrupted the awkwardness of your situation. The tall man stood up, stretching his tan, sun-kissed limbs as he yawned tiredly. He then rubbed the sleep out of his drowsy, violet, lightless eyes and brushed away the sandy blonde-bangs of his spiky, gravity-defying hair that got in his way. Once he had finally succeeded in waking himself up, he stared at you and Bakura through suspicious, half-lidded eyes.
“Who’s the broad?” he asked nonchalantly as he openly eyed you up and down, trying to determine whether you were a threat or not while simultaneously checking you out. Obviously his sluggish mind had yet to register the fact that you were securely tied to a chair and posed no threat to him whatsoever.
“A hostage” Bakura replied simply, as if taking in hostages was an everyday occurrence for him. You huffed silently to yourself when you came to the conclusion that it probably was. “What were you doing sleeping behind the couch?”
“…My bed is haunted” the tan male hesitantly replied. You would’ve laughed out loud had he not sounded so serious.
Bakura sighed to himself as he put a hand to his forehead and massaged his temples, most likely trying to ward off his impending headache. “Not again… Marik, for the last time, nothing in your room is haunted. Your bed is not haunted. Your closet is not haunted. Your underwear drawer is not haunted, damnit!”
“…The bathtub is haunted” Marik mumbled to himself.
“Yes, but the bathtub isn’t in your room. Besides, all the bathtub ghost really does is watch you while you’re bathing or hide your rubber ducky in odd places when you aren’t looking.”
You simply gave the two men queer looks. What was this nonsense they were blabbering about? Ghosts haunting bathtubs? What a preposterous idea! Clearly, Bakura and this new man (you vaguely recalled that Bakura had called him Marik) were insane in the membrane.
And it was just your luck that you were stuck with them, locked in their apartment, and tied and bound to a chair.
Bee-yoo-tee-full!
Note the sarcasm.
Growing tired of their idiotic babbling, you growled lightly at them. “Were you both dropped on your heads when you were babies? The both of you sound like morons. Bathtub ghosts… Are you on crack?!”
Both men turned to you, glaring at you with eyes narrowed in anger.
The man named Marik sneered at you. “This one certainly has a mouth on her, doesn’t she?” he noted, turning towards Bakura, though he watched you from the corner of his eye. “If she doesn’t learn how to shut it then I may need to find a better use for it.”
You growled loudly at the man, blushing lightly at the perverse meaning behind his words. “Ha! Do your worse, you damn pupil-less hedgehog-head!”
The hedgehog-head growled back with equal rage. “That sounded like a challenge. I suggest you watch what you say before it gets you into trouble, you ill-tempered bitch.”
You soon found yourself engaged in an intense staring contest with Marik.
“Well, I can see that the two of you are getting along just fine…” Bakura drawled. You and Marik ignored him. “…I’m gonna go get some donuts. Marik, keep an eye on the hostage, okay?” And with that, The albino-wannabe burglar left the dingy little shack he called home.
Meanwhile, you and Marik were still in the middle of your staring contest. Your eyes were stinging from the dryness while Marik seemed unaffected. You knew that your defeat was imminent, but your pride would never allow you to give up. So, you did what any other prideful youth would do in your situation…
You cheated.
“Oh my! Is that the bathtub ghost!” you screamed
“Where?!” Marik shouted, turning his head about frantically in search of his arch-nemesis.
“Ha! You looked away, therefore, I am declared the winner. Hooray for me!” you cheered.
Marik glared back at you. “Yes, but it seems that you forget that I’m a criminal and, therefore, rules do not apply to me” Marik stated as he pulled a butcher’s knife out of nowhere. “So I win.”
Well, you couldn’t exactly argue with that sort of logic, so you nodded your head in agreement.
Marik smirked, a crazed gleam shining in his eyes. “I’m glad that you agree. Now, because you lost at our game, you must face the consequences of losing.”
“But, you didn’t say anything about-”
“QUIET! I’m the homicidal maniac with the knife here! Not you! So I make the rules!” Marik waved his knife at you impatiently, warning you to be a good girl and stay quiet. You reluctantly complied. “Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted… Because you lost at our game you must face the consequences. But, because I’m such a nice guy, I’ll allow you to choose your fate. You may either have the pleasure of me sending you to the Shadow Realm or you must face the evil, vile, despicable bathtub ghost and exorcise him from the tub.”
You sweat-dropped. “Oh boy, both choices sound like soooooo much fun…” you drawled sarcastically.
“So, what’s it going to be, my dear?”
Face the perils of the Shadow Realm on Page 15
Exorcise the bathtub ghost on Page 16
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