CHAPTER 3: Benefit of the Doubt
I finally heard the Spirit calling me. I appeared outside of the Ring; I was transparent, but I could still talk to the Spirit from outside the Ring.
“You're back,” I said.
“Obviously,” he replied and rolled his eyes.
“Did wewe . . . have fun?” I asked, trying to be nice.
“Hardly.” He smirked at me. “I told wewe not to worry.” he gave me the I-told-you-so look, but in his eyes, there was an odd glint of some emotion I couldn't make out. My intuition sparked. I would have to watch him.
I smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, you're earning your trust pretty well,” I said.
He pulled off his koti, jacket and his stomach growled.
“Ugh, I starving. wewe forgot to eat this morning. Switch me and get us some food.” He never ate any food. He alisema after knowing all the extra stuff they put in and do to it, he really had no desire for it at all.
We switched so I could control my body again. I walked into the jikoni and checked the time. It was twelve, late enough for lunch. I raided the fridge for last nights leftovers and shoved them into the microwave, hungrier than I thought.
I heard Spirit chuckling behind me. “Jeeze Kura, wewe don't have to run.”
I looked at him in a kind of confusing surprise. My eyebrows rose at him.
“What? Kidding,” he alisema with a half-smile.
I chuckled once and mirrored his smile. At least he was trying-conscious au not-to get along. Lately he's been zaidi . . . isolated. He isn't talking au socializing as much as he did prior to two weeks ago.
“You called me Kura,” I said. Kura was the nickname my old Marafiki used to call me, back before the Millennium Item mishap started and I became Marafiki with Yuugi.
“I can't call wewe 'Kura?'” he asked sarcastically.
“You never have before,” I said.
The Spirit shrugged and looked out the window. I chewed on the inside of my cheek.
Then the microwave dinged and I quickly reached for it, just about dieing of hunger. My stomach growled again as if knowing chakula was coming. The Spirit chuckled and I rolled my eyes at him.
I walked into the living room and made myself comfy on the couch. I kicked my shoes off and put my feet up. I shoved a bite of the pasta, tambi into my mouth . . . and almost coughed it back up.
The chakula burned my mouth and throat as if I decided to kumeza a hot pipe; I almost dropped the bowl all over me. I flung the dish on the coffee meza, jedwali and ran back into the kitchen, tripping over the two small stairs there. I nearly ran into the refrigerator as my socks slid over the smooth tile. (Kind of wish I hadn't taken off my shoes.) I yanked it open and grabbed a water bottle off the door, snapping the lid open and gulping down half of it.
When I could breathe again, I realized Spirit had been laughing. He wasn't laughing very loud, but he wasn't just chuckling either. My face got warm.
“Did wewe hit your head Bakura?” he alisema between gasps.
“No,” I said, inaonyesha a little too much annoyance then I would have liked.
“Bakura,” -chuckle- “it was just,” -chuckle- “the look on your face! wewe looked mortified,” he said. The laughing calmed down to a throaty giggle and he shook his head. It looked like he didn't mean any further offense, so I rolled my eyes and walked back into the living room, playfully bumping him on the shoulder as I passed him.
He sat on the upper carpeted step while I taste-tested my food. It had cooled some and I started taking big bites.
“What's on T.V.?”
I shrugged. “I dunno.”
And so he started to build the ukuta again. He began demanding certain channels and giving me limitations.
“And from now on,” he said, “if wewe notice anyone odd talking to you, wewe tell me about it. I need to know.
Being the only conscience of the two, I had to ask, “Why?”
He glared at me.
His glares chill me to the bone. His eyes seem to glow, and the atmosphere drops a good ten degrees. Come to think of it, he glowed. His whole image seemed to give off a light layer of smoke. And his eyes. . .they make me wish I had a different color.
“Don't give me a reason to have resentment toward wewe Bakura. It's not a good side of me for wewe to see. And so far, I have no reason to deal with you, for you've been cooperative enough. But there's another rule wewe need to follow now, and if wewe defy me, you'll regret it. Now if you'll excuse me,” he alisema and disappeared.
A shudder ran up my spine. He knew how to push my buttons at least. . .