*AUTHORS NOTE. THIS CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN FLUFF FOR YAMI/ROSE AND LEILA/MARK. I REMIND YOU ALL THAT THIS STORY HAS NOT BEEN, IS NOT, AND NEVER WILL BE A ROMANCE. THANK YOU AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE FLUFF THEN I'M SORRY BUT I THINK THE STORY NEEDS TO COOL DOWN AFTER THE LAST CHAPTER AND I'M TRYING TO GET THE CHARACTER'S PERSONALITIES BACK ON TRACK. WE WILL GET BACK TO THE ACTION IN THE NEXT CHAPTER BUT FOR NOW I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY THE STORY.*
I woke up with bleary eyes and a pounding headache. I felt sick to my stomach and the mere thought of moving made my muscles ache in protest. Struggling to clear my vision, I noticed that I was in the back of the car Yami and I “borrowed” from the car dealership back in Ohio; and that Yami was once again driving us as far away from Creepyplier as we could get. It was just about sunset; judging from the colors coming from the windows, and I winced as a particularly bright street light shone in my face.
“Ah, Finally awake, are we?” he asked, glancing at me in the rear-view mirror.
“Where are we?” I murmured, trying to sit up but deciding to remain laying down.
“About halfway to Missouri; but I'm about to stop and look for an Inn.” he said. “You've been asleep for some time now. How you feeling?” I groaned and pressed a hand to my forehead, trying to ease the headache.
“Like h*ll.” I answered, not bothering with filtering my words as my sister wasn't around anymore. It's not like Yami would care. He chuckled and turned the car, making me slide a bit in the seat.
“I bet, after that giant fit you threw.” he responded.
“Sorry you had to see that.” I said, forcing myself to sit up.
“It's alright, you were stressed; I've seen scarier stuff in videogames anyway.” he responded, taking another turn before parking the car. “Now, since you've just finished a rather long nap; I hope you won't find it rude of me to ask you to stay awake and set up a new base while I sleep.”
“Understandable.” I responded, grabbing a bag from the back of the car and hauling it over the seat before I exited the vehicle.
We had to register into the hotel under false names, we were just lucky that the woman behind the register didn't pay attention to us. Poor Yami had to hide behind a hoodie and hat until we reached our room, because even though the police didn't have a description of me yet, Yami was all over the Internet.
We set our bags down and I ordered some take-out over the phone. Yami had already emptied out his bank account; so we were able to pay in cash. Making a note to empty out my own account later, I began to set up a separate mini-base in the hotel room. It wasn't much; but it would do until we could find a safer place. I was still struggling to log back into Leila's server when Yami flopped onto the bed behind me, tossing his phone onto the floor.
“Everything alright?” I asked.
“My girlfriend's having a hard time believing the whole “Mark's computer went bonkers” thing.” he answered.
“I'm sure she'll come around eventually.” I assured him.
“Yeah, well at least she's agreed to not call the police on us.” He responded, flipping on his side to look over my shoulder. “How about you? Have you called up your boyfriend or parents or anything?” I paused in my typing, picturing my parents shouting at me over the phone and wailing at what Creepyplier's convinced the world I'd done. I sighed and shook my head,
“Nah. I don't have a boyfriend, but I might leave my parents a voicemail later tonight. I'd rather not have to listen to them right now.” I admitted. “I don't think I'd be able to handle it.” I chuckled nervously.
“Well at least we know your sister's safe from all this.” He told me.
“She's still trapped in Mark's computer.” I reminded him.
“Yes, but she's got practically an infinite number of places to go and tons of stuff to fight with in there.” he said. “Not to mention she's got Mark protecting her. She'll be just fine.” I smiled half-heartedly, turning back to the computer and continuing my attempts at hacking. “Hey.” Yami insisted, placing a hand on my shoulder so I turned to face him. “Compared to us right now, Leila and Mark are doing just fine. Trust me.”
I huffed, flipping over once again as I adjusted my blankets. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get comfortable. I finally let out an exasperated sigh and flipped off the covers, standing up and beginning to pace around the room. I absentmindedly hooked a stray lock of hair behind my ear; I had long since torn a strip of material from my dress and tied my hair back. Most of the fancier layers of my clothes were gone, and I was working on making most the remaining black material into a pair of pants with a sewing kit I found.
As I paced around the room, I had to force myself not to think about what my “Sister” was going through. The poor thing sounded like she had it pretty bad. I sighed, flopping onto a seat and picking up my sewing project once again.
A knock on the door thankfully distracted me, and I looked up to see Mark enter the room with “Tiny Box Tim.”
“Hey.” He called.
“Hey, Mark.” I responded plainly. “I thought you were going to go to sleep.”
“I was. But I decided bothering you would be more fun.” He said, closing the door behind him with a silly grin. I huffed,
“Come on, seriously. What do you want Mark?” I insisted, trying to focus on my work despite him. He flopped himself onto my bed and flipped himself so he was upside-down.
“I just wanted to talk, sheesh.” he said. I chuckled and put down the needle, turning to face him.
“About what? Neither of us can remember anything about ourselves; and we've been together practically the whole time we've been awake so we already know what's happened to each other. What the heck would we talk about?” I asked him. He sat up and shrugged, turning back around to face me.
“I dunno. Obviously neither of us can sleep; so why not a game?” he suggested. I stared at him with exasperation.
“A game.” I asked in a monotone voice. “Really? Dude, we're in a game!”
“Yeah, I know, I know!” he said, picking up “Tiny Box Tim.” “But do you have any better ideas?” he asked in a high and strange voice. I sighed, finishing off the pants and setting them aside for later.
“Fine. What do you want to play?” I asked him. He paused, looking away from me as he slowly put down his box.
“I don't know, I didn't think I'd make it this far.” he admitted sheepishly. Although I had made an effort as of several hours before to remain serious around him (he seemed to have a strange desire to make me laugh), I couldn't help but smile and giggle a bit at his demeanor. He looked up at me excitedly and pointed at me. “Aha! Made you laugh!” he declared. I huffed, still smiling as I picked up a pillow and hit him with it. He picked up another and whacked me, and for the next hour or so we were in an all-out pillow fight. I obviously couldn't know for sure, but I had a feeling that I had never laughed harder in my life.
Finally we were both exhausted, and I flopped backwards onto my bed as I panted for breath. Mark knelt on the ground beside me, also breathing heavily.
“And you didn't want to talk.” he teased. I laughed one last time as I kicked him in the side. “Ow!” he let himself flop onto his side, and sometime amidst our tired laughing we both passed out.
End Chapter 24~! ^.^