Bits and Pieces part 8
Series: YuGiOh
Title: Bits and Pieces
Author: Fictatious
Character(s): Yami-Bakura, Bakura Ryou, Yami-Yuugi, Mazaki Anzu
Rating: Teen
Warnings: There be swearin's
Previous: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Summary: The usual "What if a yami or two gets their own body at the end of the series there?" set-up; The fan-club grows and Ryou is annoyed.
“Diabound-san, do you work?” Hiroko asked. “I just wondered because you’ve had the leisure time to come here...”
“I do couriering, but I’m taking leave from work right now because of an injury,” Bakhura explained with an easy smile. “It’s very boring.”
“Eh?! You’re injured?!” Romi and Saori gasped in horror.
“Oh no! What kind of injury, Diabound-san?” Reiko asked, her eyes wide and shining dramatically.
“A couple broken ribs. It’s not that bad,” Bakhura shrugged and lifted up the hem of his T-shirt a bit so they could see the elastic girdle around his lower torso. “It’s more annoying than anything.”
All of the girls ‘awwed’ sympathetically in unison. “How did it happen, Diabound-san?” Honami simpered.
“I got hit by a guy trying to make the yellow-light. Admittedly, I was going against the crossing-light.” Bakhura grinned and shrugged.
“You got hit by a car?!” Ochiyo exclaimed in horror. “That’s terrible!”
“He wasn’t going that fast. I got off easy,” Bakhura said.
“Oh please don’t take it so lightly, Diabound-san!” Masako had the look of barely holding back melodramatic tears.
“Oh yes, what if it had been worse! Please be more careful, Diabound-san!” Saori wailed.
“Thief!”
“Hi Ryou!” Bakhura gave a cheerful wave and the tide of girls parted, giggling delightedly as they made a clear path between him and Ryou.
“Why are you-” Ryou’s face was pink and he looked very annoyed. “Again! Why can’t- Why are you here again!” he flustered.
“It’s boring at home,” Bakhura explained, feeling a little sheepish, but much more amused than anything. “I wanted to see you sooner instead of just waiting for you,” he admitted in a softer voice, the sentiment was sincere, but the decision to voice it was largely for the peanut gallery’s reaction.
The cloud of girls all ‘awwed’ together, and Ryou’s face went from pink to red.
“D-damnit, Thief!” Ryou huffed and grabbed his arm, pulling him in the direction of home. “They were finally distracted!”
“They were?” Bakhura asked, surprised and offended. Who dared be more attention-worthy than his Ryou?
“Do you... do this every day?”
Of course, he thought, his eyes snapping to the diminutive former god-king, whom was standing with his cheerleaders and raising an eyebrow at Bakhura. “So what if I do?” Bakhura demanded.
“This is only the second time...” Anzu sighed behind him, shaking her head.
“Are you trying to--” Pharaoh started before the peanut gallery moved to envelope him as well.
“Atemu-kun! You know Diabound-san?” Romi squealed delightedly.
“Are you related?” Juri asked, bright eyed and excited.
“NO!” Bakhura was slightly disgusted to realize that he’d said that in perfect unison with Pharaoh. He snorted and shoved his hands into his pockets. “He’s a spoiled little brat who’s never had to work a day in his life,” he asserted.
Pharaoh scowled. “And you call what you do ‘work’?”
Reiko hopped up and down a little in excitement. “An epic rivalry!” she exclaimed and the other girls squealed.
Ryou swore and hauled on Bakhura’s arm. “We’re leaving, Thief. Now,” he ordered, dragging Bakhura away.
The prospect of pointless arguing with Pharaoh was weighed against time spent alone with a less-than-furious Ryou, and Ryou won. “Okay,” Bakhura agreed, his face returning to a smile as it turned back toward Ryou.
The girls all started waving and giggling and good-byeing. “Bye, Diabound-san!” Ochiyo and Hiroko called.
“Take care!” Chiaki added.
“Be safe, Diabound-san!” Reiko shouted.
“Don’t get hit by anymore cars!” Juri yelled succinctly.
Ryou stopped walking and went very still, and it took Bakhura a moment to notice, distracted by waving back at the fan-club, but then as he turned back to Ryou, his stomach abruptly sank. Oh shit. He stood still and silent for a moment, chewing nervously on his lip, before calling, “... Ryou?”
“... Don’t get hit by a car?” Ryou asked quietly.
“I- to explain the ribs...” Bakhura mumbled, shifting on his feet. “It was the first thing that came to mind.”
“... Of course,” Ryou whispered and started walking again, dropping Bakhura’s arm and moving without looking back at him.
Shitshitshitshitshit. “Ryou...” Bakhura whined, catching up in three steps and pacing him. “I’m sorry.”
---
The out of control car hit the left side of the sedan, killing the passenger, a six-year-old girl, on impact. The driver, her mother, died in the ambulance en rout to the hospital due to the injuries she had sustained during the collision. The driver of the other car is believed to have been drift-racing and has been charged with vehicular manslaughter, but the district attorney is hoping to up the charge to vehicular homicide.
---
“Fine. Whatever. It’s perfectly logical,” Ryou replied brusquely. “Better than saying you were blasted off a cliff by a magical dragon. Well done. Sounds completely believable.”
“... I should have thought of something better,” Bakhura mumbled.
“Stop worrying about it.” Ryou shook his head.
“I’m sorry,” Bakhura mumbled again. He’d been apologizing far too much in the last few weeks, more than the rest of his three thousand years combined, and always to Ryou.
Ryou sighed, slowing to a stop and let out a sigh. Bakhura waited beside him quietly. After a moment, Ryou turned, stepping into him, and leaned. His hand lighted on Bakhura’s elbow and his fingers gathered around the fabric of his sleeve, clinging there. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “But you know I wouldn’t forgive you if that happened... You’re not allowed to leave me like that.”
“Yeah, I know.” Bakhura nodded, circling his arms around Ryou.
They stood still for a little while, ignoring the other occupants of the sidewalk, before Ryou stepped back, letting his hand slide down Bakhura’s arm until their fingers hooked together at the bottom. Ryou sighed again, glancing around the street, perhaps worried that there would be other Domino High students hiding somewhere, then looked back at Bakhura.
“I want something fried,” he announced. “Not like a donut that came out of the oil at five this morning, something still hot, like a funnel cake. Or a fritter. Something that looks like a heart-attack on a plate.”
Bakhura grinned, relieved that he had apparently only made a minor fuck-up this time. “There’s that little hole-in-the-wall at South Center that runs the mini-donut machine all day,” he suggested.
“Ah, yeah, that sounds good.” Ryou nodded, a little smile shaping his lips.
“And we could go to the retro video-game store while we’re there and get that part to fix your NES.” Bakhura laced his fingers with Ryou’s and walked close enough that his shoulder bumped up against the back of Ryou’s.
“Mm, I don’t think they’d have it,” Ryou said, tilting his head slightly. “They’d probably be able to order it though...”
“And I could buy you something pretty!” Bakhura added hopefully.
“Still no,” Ryou said firmly.
“Pffff... Dinner?”
“That I’ll take,” Ryou said with a nod and a little grin.
...
...
Having Bakhura refer to his occupation as being a courier probably raised a few eyebrows and made readers go 'well that's random,' but it is actually very practical for how I plan to structure his 'job' in the future. Just bare with me on this one, I think it'll pan out.
In the newspaper-clipping thingy I referred to a 'district attorney' I really don't know what the local legal structure is like in Japan, and I can't be bothered to take the hour+ it would probably take me to find the right term, which I'd then have to translate, making it kind of illegitimate anyway. I watch a lot of Law and Order, 'district attorney' ends up pretty high in my working-vocabulary.
The clipping thing dropped in there with no explicit explanation also kind of goes against my usual writing sensibilities, but for some reason my brain liked it this time.
There may be daily updates on this for the rest of the week; I just finished up a chapter that was kind of a bridge between an ahead part I’d already written and this one, so suddenly there’s three chapters lined up and written.
Man, I have been putting the random name-generator to good use in this series!
Title: Bits and Pieces
Author: Fictatious
Character(s): Yami-Bakura, Bakura Ryou, Yami-Yuugi, Mazaki Anzu
Rating: Teen
Warnings: There be swearin's
Previous: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Summary: The usual "What if a yami or two gets their own body at the end of the series there?" set-up; The fan-club grows and Ryou is annoyed.
“Diabound-san, do you work?” Hiroko asked. “I just wondered because you’ve had the leisure time to come here...”
“I do couriering, but I’m taking leave from work right now because of an injury,” Bakhura explained with an easy smile. “It’s very boring.”
“Eh?! You’re injured?!” Romi and Saori gasped in horror.
“Oh no! What kind of injury, Diabound-san?” Reiko asked, her eyes wide and shining dramatically.
“A couple broken ribs. It’s not that bad,” Bakhura shrugged and lifted up the hem of his T-shirt a bit so they could see the elastic girdle around his lower torso. “It’s more annoying than anything.”
All of the girls ‘awwed’ sympathetically in unison. “How did it happen, Diabound-san?” Honami simpered.
“I got hit by a guy trying to make the yellow-light. Admittedly, I was going against the crossing-light.” Bakhura grinned and shrugged.
“You got hit by a car?!” Ochiyo exclaimed in horror. “That’s terrible!”
“He wasn’t going that fast. I got off easy,” Bakhura said.
“Oh please don’t take it so lightly, Diabound-san!” Masako had the look of barely holding back melodramatic tears.
“Oh yes, what if it had been worse! Please be more careful, Diabound-san!” Saori wailed.
“Thief!”
“Hi Ryou!” Bakhura gave a cheerful wave and the tide of girls parted, giggling delightedly as they made a clear path between him and Ryou.
“Why are you-” Ryou’s face was pink and he looked very annoyed. “Again! Why can’t- Why are you here again!” he flustered.
“It’s boring at home,” Bakhura explained, feeling a little sheepish, but much more amused than anything. “I wanted to see you sooner instead of just waiting for you,” he admitted in a softer voice, the sentiment was sincere, but the decision to voice it was largely for the peanut gallery’s reaction.
The cloud of girls all ‘awwed’ together, and Ryou’s face went from pink to red.
“D-damnit, Thief!” Ryou huffed and grabbed his arm, pulling him in the direction of home. “They were finally distracted!”
“They were?” Bakhura asked, surprised and offended. Who dared be more attention-worthy than his Ryou?
“Do you... do this every day?”
Of course, he thought, his eyes snapping to the diminutive former god-king, whom was standing with his cheerleaders and raising an eyebrow at Bakhura. “So what if I do?” Bakhura demanded.
“This is only the second time...” Anzu sighed behind him, shaking her head.
“Are you trying to--” Pharaoh started before the peanut gallery moved to envelope him as well.
“Atemu-kun! You know Diabound-san?” Romi squealed delightedly.
“Are you related?” Juri asked, bright eyed and excited.
“NO!” Bakhura was slightly disgusted to realize that he’d said that in perfect unison with Pharaoh. He snorted and shoved his hands into his pockets. “He’s a spoiled little brat who’s never had to work a day in his life,” he asserted.
Pharaoh scowled. “And you call what you do ‘work’?”
Reiko hopped up and down a little in excitement. “An epic rivalry!” she exclaimed and the other girls squealed.
Ryou swore and hauled on Bakhura’s arm. “We’re leaving, Thief. Now,” he ordered, dragging Bakhura away.
The prospect of pointless arguing with Pharaoh was weighed against time spent alone with a less-than-furious Ryou, and Ryou won. “Okay,” Bakhura agreed, his face returning to a smile as it turned back toward Ryou.
The girls all started waving and giggling and good-byeing. “Bye, Diabound-san!” Ochiyo and Hiroko called.
“Take care!” Chiaki added.
“Be safe, Diabound-san!” Reiko shouted.
“Don’t get hit by anymore cars!” Juri yelled succinctly.
Ryou stopped walking and went very still, and it took Bakhura a moment to notice, distracted by waving back at the fan-club, but then as he turned back to Ryou, his stomach abruptly sank. Oh shit. He stood still and silent for a moment, chewing nervously on his lip, before calling, “... Ryou?”
“... Don’t get hit by a car?” Ryou asked quietly.
“I- to explain the ribs...” Bakhura mumbled, shifting on his feet. “It was the first thing that came to mind.”
“... Of course,” Ryou whispered and started walking again, dropping Bakhura’s arm and moving without looking back at him.
Shitshitshitshitshit. “Ryou...” Bakhura whined, catching up in three steps and pacing him. “I’m sorry.”
---
The out of control car hit the left side of the sedan, killing the passenger, a six-year-old girl, on impact. The driver, her mother, died in the ambulance en rout to the hospital due to the injuries she had sustained during the collision. The driver of the other car is believed to have been drift-racing and has been charged with vehicular manslaughter, but the district attorney is hoping to up the charge to vehicular homicide.
---
“Fine. Whatever. It’s perfectly logical,” Ryou replied brusquely. “Better than saying you were blasted off a cliff by a magical dragon. Well done. Sounds completely believable.”
“... I should have thought of something better,” Bakhura mumbled.
“Stop worrying about it.” Ryou shook his head.
“I’m sorry,” Bakhura mumbled again. He’d been apologizing far too much in the last few weeks, more than the rest of his three thousand years combined, and always to Ryou.
Ryou sighed, slowing to a stop and let out a sigh. Bakhura waited beside him quietly. After a moment, Ryou turned, stepping into him, and leaned. His hand lighted on Bakhura’s elbow and his fingers gathered around the fabric of his sleeve, clinging there. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “But you know I wouldn’t forgive you if that happened... You’re not allowed to leave me like that.”
“Yeah, I know.” Bakhura nodded, circling his arms around Ryou.
They stood still for a little while, ignoring the other occupants of the sidewalk, before Ryou stepped back, letting his hand slide down Bakhura’s arm until their fingers hooked together at the bottom. Ryou sighed again, glancing around the street, perhaps worried that there would be other Domino High students hiding somewhere, then looked back at Bakhura.
“I want something fried,” he announced. “Not like a donut that came out of the oil at five this morning, something still hot, like a funnel cake. Or a fritter. Something that looks like a heart-attack on a plate.”
Bakhura grinned, relieved that he had apparently only made a minor fuck-up this time. “There’s that little hole-in-the-wall at South Center that runs the mini-donut machine all day,” he suggested.
“Ah, yeah, that sounds good.” Ryou nodded, a little smile shaping his lips.
“And we could go to the retro video-game store while we’re there and get that part to fix your NES.” Bakhura laced his fingers with Ryou’s and walked close enough that his shoulder bumped up against the back of Ryou’s.
“Mm, I don’t think they’d have it,” Ryou said, tilting his head slightly. “They’d probably be able to order it though...”
“And I could buy you something pretty!” Bakhura added hopefully.
“Still no,” Ryou said firmly.
“Pffff... Dinner?”
“That I’ll take,” Ryou said with a nod and a little grin.
...
...
Having Bakhura refer to his occupation as being a courier probably raised a few eyebrows and made readers go 'well that's random,' but it is actually very practical for how I plan to structure his 'job' in the future. Just bare with me on this one, I think it'll pan out.
In the newspaper-clipping thingy I referred to a 'district attorney' I really don't know what the local legal structure is like in Japan, and I can't be bothered to take the hour+ it would probably take me to find the right term, which I'd then have to translate, making it kind of illegitimate anyway. I watch a lot of Law and Order, 'district attorney' ends up pretty high in my working-vocabulary.
The clipping thing dropped in there with no explicit explanation also kind of goes against my usual writing sensibilities, but for some reason my brain liked it this time.
There may be daily updates on this for the rest of the week; I just finished up a chapter that was kind of a bridge between an ahead part I’d already written and this one, so suddenly there’s three chapters lined up and written.
Man, I have been putting the random name-generator to good use in this series!