Bound By Our Simple Mistakes

Aisha: I’m back, and it hasn’t even been a full week yet


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Aisha: I’m back, and it hasn’t even been a full week yet!
Aren’t you just so happy!? Heh, don’t mind me, I had Coffee Almond Fudge Ice
Cream for lubreabreakfast/snack-thingy. IT WAS GOOD!!!!!!! Um I’d like to
apologize if the text and format for this chapter turns out weird, because my
computer is only letting me type in papyrus at size 9, when I usually type in
Verdana at 8.5. Hm, I had something
else to say……. Oh yeah! Last chapter I asked if anyone wanted Marik and Malik
in this story, and the only person res responded was Shenya, who I have a good
feeling might get really irked if I don’t put them in, but please tell me what YOU
think! I must know! Then again it may already be too late, because I’ve been
thinking this over, and I’ve come up with some really good ideas about how to
get them in this story. Anyway my opinion box is always open, whether it be on
this or anything else that may cross your mind. Drop me a line if you have the
time! ^_^; That wasn’t supposed to rhyme. Or that either. >_<;

 

 

Responses:

 

Kate Tully: ….. Bonzi buddy wants to kill
me? Again?!? Sorry about the clifKateKate Tully, but I had to stop writing. Just hankhankful that I’m getting this
one out slightly early. Oh, and by the way, did you pull a Kenshin voice at the
end of that review? ^_^; It was cute!

 

Yami Bakura Kia: ^_^ I’m writin’, I’m writin’! I
really like your site, by the way. It’s cute and really has a lot of cool
pictures that I’ve never seen anywhere else. It was kinda funny, because one of
the Malik pics you have is the very same poster I have on mll. ll.

 

Karadaki: *Glomps*
YOU’RE SO SWEET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Dreamchaser149:
I love how Ryou flys, wish I could do that too, but I’m afraid of heights! I’m
not all too sure how this little… problem is going to end. It all really
depends on how Ryou reacts and how Bakura reacts. It’s going to be interesting,
that’s for sure!

 

Angel Anastasia:
Well here you go. They definitely meet in this chapter ^_^;

 

Genkisaru: You’re too
kind! I’ll really like the way Ryou is coming out. I know that he’s slightly
out of character, but if I tried to keep that true to the show, he would have
had the personality of drywall. Don’t mind my kooky sayings, it all comes from
living in too many different states. Anyway I hope you enjoy.

 

Shenya: *Poke, Poke* ^_^; I
hope your nose is ok. Heh, this update wasn’t out that fast but….. *Holds up a
bag of pixie stix* I’ll give you these and put Malik in this story,
if you update yours! *Cute Ryou Chibi Eyes* Pwease? ^_~

 

 

Aisha: Since I didn’t get any rude or
threatening calls from any lawyers, I’ll assume that none of you told anyone.
So, *Hands a sugar cookie out to everyone*
Good job guys!

 

 

Disclaimer:
I do not own, nor do I claim to, that I don’t. (AHHHH, it’s a Kenshin voice!)
I’m kinda in limbo, because I’m waiting for the fifth issue of Yu-Gi-Oh to
arrive, and I’m also waiting to order the second and third season box sets as
well. It’s been slow going in my YGO realm. *Sigh*

 

 

 

Bound By Our Simple Mistakes

 

Chapter4:
This Can’t Be Good.

 

 

It took me all of three seconds to realize that not only
could this (incredibly intimidating) mortal see me, but Yugi and been smart and
taken off into the clouds and was now nowhere in sight. ‘Shit!’ I thought to
myself, ‘It’s hardly even been two hours and already you’ve been seen! How
careless can you get?’ Heightening my senses just a tad bit, I took a step back
before trying to feel if Yugi was even in the area any more. The distance
between him and me was growing larger every second, insinuating that he was
preoccupied with following his assignment, figuring I was fine on my own. WRONG! Here I am, on the roof of a school that has recently dismissed all its
students for the weekend, with a rather dangerous looking mortal, and a
protection spells that doing everything, BUT protecting me. With its
small static electric blue tinted field, the best thing it had going for it at
that moment was the world’s largest bug zapper.

 

At that moment my stomach
decided to do its best essiession of a lion, which snapped both me and the
human out of our dazes. He took a step forward I took a step back, and we kept
on doing this until I felt my wings brush ever so gently against the metal
railing. I sucked in a breath when I heard the door creak open again. This
could be my chance; if he got distracted enough I would be able to take off
into the cloud cover, and spend the rest of this project pretending none of
this ever happened. I stared at Bakura for a few seconds before he finally
turned his head to see who had come up.

 

I heard, “What the fuck is THAT?!?” and
decided that was my queue to high tail it out of there. No sooner had I spread
my wings, however, than I felt them, and myself, being pushed harshly into the
metal fencing behind me. I winced at the pain that shot up through my wings and
into my spine, and my vision began to swim a little. I fought back as best I
could, but being as tired and hungry as I was there really wasn’t much hope,
and even if I had had the strength it wouldn’t have really mattered, seeing as
how Bakura had such a strong grip on my shoulders. I let out a shaky breath
before looking up into Bakura’s face, confusion and curiosity written all over
its features.

 

“What are you
anyway?” He asked me, somewhat harshly.
When I didn’t answer he pressed on my shoulders a bit harder, causing
more pain to shoot through my wings. Wincing again, I opened my mouth to reply,
“I’m an-“ was all that came out before-

 

BOOM!

 

I’ll never forget what happened.
The boom had been caused by a large explosion of golden light that took up
almost the entire roof. I felt the gold light sear through my very being, and
yet at the same time gentle caress my skin and wings. Sweet agony, that’s what
it was, with my head burning, but my muscle completely relaxed. A delicate and
graceful tongue filled my ears, speaking in a language that I recognized, but
could not remember. The voice slowly rose in volume, the pattern of speech and
the foreign chanting making it sound like a spell of sorts. Suddenly the voice
stopped, and it became so silent that my ears were beginning to ring. I turned
my head, but the light had not dissipated yet. Slowly the pain in my head
faded, but my muscles became tense when I saw what was happening. The golden
light was somehow being sucked to the chest of Bakura, where it was forming a
necklace of sorts. It was a large ring with a few pointed cones hanging off of
it, a pyramid shape in the ring, with an eye like symbol in the center. Once it was done forming it glowed a pale
color before solidifying into gold, hanging from a leather line around Bakura’s
neck. The sun flared across it magnificently, creating a beautiful white glare
to run across the rings surface. That was when I blacked out.

 

 

 

When I came to, I was sitting in
a hallway, with a door on either side of me. Both doors looked rather innocent,
the one to my left a blue that matched my wings, the one to my right a regular
wooden door with a cherry wood finish. I stood up, but leaned on the wall for
support when my head started to spin. How had I gotten here?

 

‘What the fuck just happened?!?”
I felt confusion’s slender fingers grip me, as that thought had not been
my own. I stood there waiting for whatever it had been to speak again, but all
I caught were snippets of feelings and conversations with someone else.
Deciding that it wouldn’t do me much good to stay were I was, I went to the
doors to investigate.

 

I opened the cherry wood one
first. Inside was normal teenage room. The walls were covered in posters of
bands and pictures of friends. Pushed against one wall was a dresser and a
desk. The dresser was nothing special, but the desk had an incredibly large
stereo on with an extensive CD collectis wes well. On the opposite wall was a
queen-sized bed with black and silver covers with a large blood red duvet. In
the middle of the room was a 24-inch screen TV with some sort of game system
hooked up to it, and a few beanbag chairs placed around it. After finishing my
inspection I closed the door, and made my way over to the Blue door across the
hall.

 

Opening it revealed a room the
bore a freakish resemblance to my apartment, but without a kitchen or bathroom. the the middle of the room was my fold out couch with the broken rocking
chair/recliner across from it. Situated in the corner was a desk with a small
12-ich, black and white, ‘I’m too cheap for cable’ TV from the 70’s, along with
an old looking boom box, that could either play cassette tapes or the radio (No
CD’s that’s what I bought my DiskMan for.) The walls were a faded off white,
with pictures of Yugi and Adara, and some of my own sketches here and there.
Closest to the door was a small dresser that looked as if it held more dust
than clothes. The only thing about the room that looked new was the data bank
pushed off in the corner of the farthest wall.

 

I stepped into the room, closing
the door behind me, and made my way to the couch. I was confused and being
exhausted didn’t help. After unfolding it I laid down on my makeshift bed
falling asleep almost instantly.

 

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Aisha: There, how was that? Not
as much Bakura as I had hoped, but I had to get this down. If you’re confused,
don’t worry it’ll be explained later. Now, please read and REVIEW! Bye now!

 

P.S.- I’m working on chapter
size, and I think this one isn’t all that bad, a bit short, yes, but longer
then some of my others.