Bound By Our Simple Mistakes

Aisha: Wow it feels like it’s been forever since I last updated




Aisha: Wow it feels like it’s been forever since I
last updated. It’s only been one week right? Don’t mind me, I’ve been so lost
this week, I thought Tuesday was Wednesday and Friday was Thursday. I’M SO
CONFUSED!!! Anyway I’m gonna try something new with this chapter. I know you
all want Bakura and Ryou fluff, and you’ll get it, but first I’m going to do is
chapter from the point of view of a different character. Just for Shenya, I do
believe it will either be from Malik’s point of view or his yami’s point of
view.

 

 

Responses:

 

Yami Bakura Kia: ^_^ I’m working on
chapter size, so not only am I giving you the next chapter, but hopefully it
will be longer as well. I simply LOVE your website by the way.
It’s so cute!

 

Kate Tully: *Readers please keep in
mind that this is a personal friend of mine, so whatever is said here is most
likely a personal joke. Other then that I can tell her to shut up, and it’s not
considered rude…. Not that I would Kate Tully* Well Bonzi can’t have my body!
And you can’t have my fic, but you can read it ^_^ GIR impression?

 

firedraygon97: Don’t worry Ryou is
fine. Yes he can retract his wings, but remember at the time Bakura had him
pinned to a fence, if he were to have retracted his wings at that point it
would have only caused him more pain. Anyway, I’m sure Ryou will be just peachy
once he’s done with his nap…. Then again since he isn’t a morning person he may
not want to wake up.

 

Shenya: I’m so glad you updated,
and it was a very good chapter! Don’t worry I’m adding Malik, just for you!
Yup, that was the Soulroom last chapter, just wait I think I may expand on that
later. I’ve got plans, evil plans. *Insert Yami Bakura’s insane laughter in his
Japanese voice* *Cough* I hope you like this. I’m almost positive I’m going to
screw up Malik and his Yami.

 

Angel Anastasia: Yes
they have finally met, but the fluff may not start for a little while yet.
It’ll be soon though, have patience; it’ll pay off in the end. I’ll make sure
to stop by that site, thanks ^_^

 

Genkisaru: Sorry for the
cliffy, I tend to do that a lot. Anyway I think you’re t abt about Ryou. I
think that when people usually see him he’s a bit preoccupied with saving them
from his yami to act like himself. ^_^; I have too much time on my hands if I
can come up with a theory about a cartoon character.

 

Rosz of the Angel: Yeah sorry about
the short chapters. I’m glad you like this, that makes it worth writing. It
took me a little longer then I would have liked to get this chapter up, but
here it is! ^_~

 

Dreamchaser149: I’m hoping that
some interesting stuff happens in this chapter as well. Actually I know
something happens, it’s just kinda subdued is all. The plot thickens a bit this
chapter. And I think I’ll have Bakura and Ryou actually talk to each other at
the end of the chapter. Thanks for sticking to this, it means a lot to me, to
know that I can count on the feed back of a certain few people who like this
enough to come back for more. Thankies! *Huggles*

 

 

Disclaimer: You’d have to be a moron
to mistake me for an Asian. *Sigh* Wish I was though, at least I wouldn’t be so
freakin’ pale. I tell if I were any more white, I’d be clear.

 

 

Characters: People seemed to be
confused as to who’s who, so here’s a guide that’ll probably confuse you even
more. I’m always happy to help ^_^;

 

Ryou Bakura (hikari)- Ryou the angel

Yami Bakura- Bakura the human

Yugi Mouto (hikari)- Yugi the angel

Yami Yugi- Yami the human

Malik Ishtar (hikari)- You haven’t met him yet, but
he’s gonna be from the Lower Elements.

Yami Malik- I’m gonna call him Ishtar, because if I
call him Marik, like most people, I’ll probably type Malik by accident.
Anyway he’s a human too, but his personality has been toned down a bit to fit
the average teenage life tedium.

 

 

 

Bound
By Our Simple Mistakes

 

Chapter5:
Winged Thingies

 

 

(*Ishtar’s POV*)

 

What a weird day. It started out bad and then took a
decided turn towards loony land. First
I woke up ten minutes before my alarm went off, and that just irked me. I
simply stared at the ceiling for ten minutes when I could have been
sleeping! I finally got out of bed, got dressed, and staggered down the stairs
only to find that there weren’t any Lucky Charms left. If I was irked about
having to get up early it was nothing compared to t I n I needed that
sugar so I could be nice crazy ol’ Ishtar that zones out during classes and
stops talking mid-sentence when answering teachers, just to see the funny face
they make when they send you to the guidance counselor for trying to get out of
detention by saying, “But I have a spoon!”

 

So I had rice krispy treats instead. Almost as
sugary, and it certainly did buzz in my head the same way (Bakura tells me that
the buzzing isn’t caused by the sugar, but by being dropped on my head too many
times as a child. I was never dropped on my head. I ran into a metal poll a few
times, but never dropped on my head. It’s too pretty to take that kind of
abuse.) School was just as boring as always, and by lunch I had decided that
I’d had enough. Looking at my watch I timed my stride out just right so that
none of the school security guards would notice me leaving mid-day. Once I was
completely out of site of the school, I breathed a sigh a relief. Friday, I had
skipped on a Friday, so if they even noticed I was gone (which they would, I
seem to stand out for some reason…. Or maybe they just notice the sudden
absence of someone mumbling about microwavable turkey sandwiches from the back
of the class,) I wouldn’t get in trouble until after the weekend.

 

Turning left down a side street, I started to head
towards the park. It was rather pretty out, since it was mid-winter, because
everything was covered in fresh snow, which sparkles. I like shiny things,
therefore I like snow on sunny days because it’s shiny. I’d keep it too, but
snow melts. Did I ever mention I’m a kleptomaniac? Maybe that’s why I have so
many shiny things, because once I see it, it has to be mine. My house is full
of shiny thing and I have no idea what half of them are or what they do,
nor do I care. Sorry I realize how un-organized all of these thoughts are, I
start at point A and veer off to t 8…t 8…. That made no scene.

 

……..Right, well I was in the park, and was just
thinking how odd it was that no one was around, when suddenly-

 

“Odd weather we’re having, it’s raining winged
thingies” I have no clue who I was talking to at that point in time.

 

Something had fallen—dive-bombed out of the sky.
Something human-like, with large dark purple wings.

 

It looked up……..

 

It had eyes that were tra som somewhere between blue
and purple, with long blond hair, tanned skin, and leather attire. I stared,
eyes unable to move.

 

It stood up and dusted itself off, as if plummeting
to its splatty death was an everyday thing. Pseudo-Me looked back at Real-Me
with aggravation written all over its face. “What in all the seven levels of
hell are you staring at?” he asked none too gently, head titled to the side
like a confused kitten.

 

Sun+ Blond Hair= Shiny T.
.

 

“Mine,” was then only thing that came out of my
mouth, as my eyes took on a look that said ‘Hi, I’m going to eat you now!’

 

He raised a finely arched eyebrow, “Are you always
this deranged, or am I just- OOF!!” I’m guessing he meant to say lucky,
but at that moment I had decided to lunge at him. I had grabbed him around the
middle, and was just about to celebrate about my newest addition to the
Ishtar’s Shiny Stuff collection, but at that moment ethinthing decided to erupt
in a bright golden light.

 

Too many things were happening all at once, and the
next thing I knew my hand burned like all hell. Looking down I saw a small
scepter-like object with wings and a freaky eye symbol on it. It was a highly
polish gold, absolutely perfect for my shiny collection….. But where had that adorable
Pseudo-Me that I had claimed gotten to.

 

/In here,
stupid./

 

That was definitely its voice, “In where?!?” I was
completely bewildered.

 

/Your head,/ he almost sounded amused….
Almost.

 

“Oh no you don’t, I’ve got too many voices up there
as it is! Besides your hair is shiny, you face is cute, and your skin is
pretty, I want you back for my collection!”

 

/You collect people?!?/ He sounded horrified

 

I grinned, “Only you.”

 

/Lucky me, I’ve been bound to a madman./ He
almost sounded like Daria when he td lid like that. /Listen nutcase, I need
you to find a boy with white hair, he should have bound to the one called Ryou
Ten minutes ago./

 

“Huh? White hair? You mean Bakura?”

 

/Yes./

 

“Why?” Curiosity killed the cat, but he had my
interest peeked.

 

/I must speak to the angel./ That last
word almost sounded sarcastic.

 

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(*Ryou’s POV*)

 

It wasn’t long before I woke up to-

 

“Whatever the hell you are, could you please stop
snoring in my head!”

 

That voice; I had heard it before, in the very same
pissed off tone, too. But who was it? My memory seemed to stay just out of
reach, leaving me in a fog-like confusion.

 

I moaned in discomfort, realizing that I had fallen
asleep without retracting my wings. They ached horribly, but for the life of me
I could remember what had happened.

 

“I thought I told you to shut up!” Pissed-off voice
said.

 

“No, you just told me to stop snoring,” I responded
in a clipped voice. So sue me, I was confused, tired, and most of all hungry.


 

“Fine. Shut Up! Ishtar has voices in his head
not me. I’m not crazy, I only saw a- a THING with freakish wings-“

 

“Angel,” I supplied.

 

He snorted before saying the very thing that had
haunted me all my life, “Angels have white wings. Close encounters of the
fourth kind, now I’ve got it in my head. This is me telling you to get out of
my head. Out. NOW!”

 

He was panicking; I couldn’t blame him, because if I
could remember what had happened I probably would be too. “Let’s be rational about
this-”

 

“Rational?! I’ve got a…. whatever in my
head!………. What the hell are you anyway?”

 

That last statement echoed through my head before my
memory shot forward like water from a dam. Bright mercurial flashes of gold, an
agonizing pain, and a large ornate ring.

 

“Better question is, what happened?” I mumbled, my
head reeling from this sudden over load.

 

“Bakura, we need to talk!” That wasn’t my voice, and
Bakura definitely wasn’t talking to himself.

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Aisha: Ok, it wasn’t that bad was it? Not as much
happened as I had hoped, but it didn’t turn out that bad. A bit longer too,
yes? Review please! *Chibi Ryou Eyes* Pwease?