Oh no, my first fanfiction with an OC. I'm scared of the outcome…
I'm kind of afraid of how this will turn out…
I made sure to take millions of Mary Sue tests, and they all say that she isn't one, but I can't help but worry.
So…an angstshipping fic. And before you run away screaming at the word 'OC', I will guarantee right now that she will have romantic interaction with no one! The worst she's going to do is have a brother-sister relationship with some people.
Also, I just want to share some details that I'm altering in this fic:
-You know how the Millennium Key can look into your mind and alter it? Well, the Millennium Eye can now do something similar to that, except that it can only observe the mind, not mess with it.
-Battle City will take about two years. Come on, half of these games are two episodes long at the very least. It's gonna take a while to play all 'dem card games.
-The OC I have in this will be the only OC in this fic. I won't add little random OCs just to move the plot along. There are enough canon characters to do that without snippets of my imagination stealing their already limited spotlight.
-The OC stole the eye from Pegasus, not 'Kura. Yes.
-Only Malik and Rishid know about Yami Marik.
Well…that's all I can think of. Enjoy!
"Attention, mind-slaves! I have an announcement!"
No, really? I hadn't noticed. The girl who was listening dully to
this little speech snarled, wanting to say the words in her head out
loud.
Honestly, why did her boss have to call her down for this useless
little speech? She could be using this time sleeping. Or rearranging
her deck. Or sleeping.
"We have a new member!"
...you have got to be freaking kidding me. This is why she was
called down here? New mind-slaves came in twice a day. What made this
one special?
Oh, never mind, she thought to herself. It wasn't worth it to get
this worked up.
"He, like Minami, is joining the Rare Hunters as he has a Millennium
Item as well."
Well, there you go then. Could they leave yet?
"Unlike Minami, however, he has already been conspiring against the
Pharaoh before he agreed to join us."
The girl was seriously getting irritated, Stop talking or so help me I will-
"His name is Bakura, owner of the Millennium Ring."
...the girl could tell from one look that she didn't like him.
A man stepped from the shadows. Well, 'man' was such a strong word.
More like combination of teenage girl and kitty. He had long, spiky
white hair, pasty white skin, and narrowed, red-brown eyes that glared
at her for a moment before turning back to the person who was speaking
before, "I'm flattered by your speech, Ishtar, but some of your little
cronies look like they want to leave."
The girl childishly stuck his tongue out at him. Jerk. I can speak for myself.
Malik was silent for a couple of seconds, and then he said, "Very
well. All of you can leave..."
Thank you!
"...except for Minami."
Of course. Of. Freaking. Course.
The girl's green eye was obviously flashing with annoyance and anger
as Malik and Bakura kept their gazes on her. Once the room consisted
of only those three, Malik told them, "Even though the Rare Hunters
are constantly growing, we are the only possible three with free will
and Millennium Items. We're going to have to work together from now
on to defeat the Pharaoh."
The girl frowned, "All three of us? I'm pretty sure that you and the
kitty guy can manage by yourselves while I just wait in the
background. Besides, I'm sure that you'd simply love to have such a
dashing young gentleman to yourself."
Malik glared daggers at her, though she could detect the slightest
hint of a blush on his tan face, "You know that I never do anything
of that sort!"
The girl countered in a sing-song voice, "Your wardrobe says otherwise~"
"Shut up!"
Bakura smirked, "The girl has a point, you know."
Malik was fuming by this point. He took out his Millennium Rod and
swung it towards Bakura's head, who ducked right in time.
The one eyed girl tsk'ed him, her spiky dirty blond ponytail swung
back and forth as she shook her head, "Malik, Malik. You can't just
thrust your rod in some poor boy's face. You need to take it
slowly-OW!"
The girl rubbed her poor bruised head as Malik glared at her, "Listen,
Emiko, you need to quit playing around and focus!"
Okay, time to loosen up on the jokes a little bit. From half a year of
knowing her boss (who really shouldn't be her boss, considering that
she's a couple months older than him, but still), Emiko knew that
Malik was dead serious when he started calling her by her first name.
She wouldn't be caught dead revealing her motives, however, so all she
did was rub her head some more and mutter, "Whatever."
Malik huffed, "Good. Now, though we may be the only three here with
Millennium Items, there are four of us who aren't hypnotized by the
rod."
...that sentence was just begging for a perverted joke. Emiko knew
to keep her mouth shut, though.
Bakura raised an eyebrow, "Who's the fourth person?"
Emiko answered, "Malik's older brother, Rishid."
To be honest, Emiko was kind of scared of Rishid. He towered over
everyone, he followed Malik's orders without hesitation, which even
the mind-slaves would do sometimes, he looked so serious all the
time, and the fact that he was bald was just an addition to the
scariness.
This was yet another thing Emiko wouldn't ever dare tell anyone. Ever.
Malik nodded to confirm it, "Yes, he is my adopted older brother. He's
trustworthy, I'm sure of it, so you can go to him if you need."
Emiko cut in, "Look, as much as I love watching you flirt with magical
teenage boys you found on the side of the road, I'd like to know why
I'm here, exactly."
Malik narrowed her eyes as her, but didn't bother to rebuke her this
time. Instead he answered her question, "You're going to show him
where he's going to be sleeping."
"Oh, I can tell him that easily. Malik's room is down the hall, last
door to the right-OW! Damn you, Ishtar! That hurts, you know!"
He held his Millennium Rod with pride and victory as Emiko once again
painfully rubbed the spot that Malik hit.
Emiko sighed, "Which room is he sleeping in, then?"
"The room across from yours."
Emiko's green eye widened, "No! I refuse! I already claimed that
entire hallway! It's mine!"
"Well, looks like you're sharing it with someone else."
Emiko looked furious. No one stole her hallway! It was her gift, since
she was forced to join the Rare Hunters in the first place!
Her tense face slowly loosened as she shrugged casually, "Okay, I can
live with that. He's going to be sleeping in your bed in about a week
anyway."
Both males looked shocked by what she said. One guess to who was more furious.
Gosh, she loved torturing Malik.
Even if it did mean loosing her hallway...
Emiko turned and began to walk to the hallway, "Keep up, 'Kura! You
get a room in my hallway, so you better act grateful!"
She heard the sounds of Bakura muttering something inaudible (though
she swore that she heard the word 'brat') and then following her.
As they began to walk up the stairs, Bakura asked, "So, you have the
Millennium Eye?"
I answered dryly, "No, I took out my eye and put on this eye patch just
for decoration."
Bakura's voice sounded unimpressed, "Don't act smart with me. I'm just
warning you against scanning my mind with it."
Oh yeeaah, the mind scan! Emiko had completely forgotten about using
that that in the midst of bothering the ever-loving Egyptian out of
Malik. But now that he reminded her...
She decided that one little mind scan wouldn't hurt. Besides, she
could spend hours scanning his mind and it would only be two seconds
in reality.
Closing her eye, she focused on Bakura's mind as the Millennium Eye flashed.
...and she was in a...desert...
Honestly, couldn't these villains think of anything more creative for
their minds than sand?
She regretted dissing off the sand a second later as she heard a loud
noise coming closer and closer. Turning around, she saw a large, blood
red sand storm not far away.
Her knowledge on Egypt didn't range very far, but she was pretty sure
that sand wasn't bloody red.
Good thing that the power of the Millennium Eye granted her safety in
other people's minds. It was a useful power, she must say.
Squinting her eye, she saw a figure running away from the sand storm.
This came as a surprise. Who in the world spends their time in
peoples' minds? Especially minds of psychopaths who like red sand.
Walking closer, she saw the person more closely, which was an even
bigger surprise.
This boy looked just like Bakura, in some ways. In one, he looked much
more feminine. He had large, chocolate brown eyes that were glazed
with fear as he ran for his life. His hair looked more fluffy than
spiky as it flowed behind him. His features were much softer than
Bakura's.
Emiko stopped thinking about their contrasts as she realized that the
blood sand storm almost had the poor boy. She waved her arms and
called, "Come to me! I can help you!"
The boy stared in utter surprise at her as he ran, and Emiko knew that
the sand storm would catch him first if she didn't get into action.
Emiko sprinted towards him, and the boy fell into her arms. He felt
skinny and weak, Emiko mentally noted.
The boy looked up at her, and she saw tears streaking his sandy face,
"No...it'll get both of us..."
Ignoring his weak protests that she should leave, she bent down, and
the boy buried his face in her neck, obviously scared for his life.
As the bloody sand storm rolled over them, Emiko's invisible
force-field of safety became visible, and the sand went around the
clear dome, keeping her and the boy safe.
Again, she loved her guaranteed safety in people's minds.
The boy stared at her, "H-how are we sa-safe?"
Emiko simply lifted up her eye patch, showing him her Millennium Eye.
The boy stared at it in surprise. She assumed that he knew what the
Millennium Eye was, as he lived in the mind of someone who owned a
Millennium Item.
She then asked, "So, what were you doing, anyway, running away from
sand storms?"
He looked at the ground, a new layer of tears threatening to fall, "He
forces me into his mind...and then mentally attacks me so that I'm too
weak too take my body back...and before I can regain my strength he
just attacks he again..."
Fresh tears fell on the sandy ground, and Emiko inquired, "Who's 'he'?"
The boy answered, "He's my other me...my darker self..."
Emiko blinked, "You mean Bakura?"
He flinched, "Yeah...that's what most everyone calls him."
Emiko asked, "What's your name, then?"
The boy muttered without much emotion, "It's Bakura, but he took my
name too, so I suppose you can call me Ryou. That's my first name."
Emiko stared at the real Bakura, or Ryou, "Well, you can call me
Emiko. That's my first name too."
Ryou asked, "Shouldn't I call you by your last name?"
"Nah, I like Emiko better. 'Sides, it's only fair, if I'm calling you
by your first name."
Ryou gave her a crooked smile, "Okay...thank you...Emiko..."
They waited in silence until the blood-storm finally went away. Emiko
stood up first and looked around, "So, how are we going to stop these
attacks?"
Ryou bounced up, and Emiko noticed how he seemed much stronger than he
did when she first saw him, "His attacks are scheduled, so I can
regain my strength and escape to my mind, and by the time he realizes
that I'm in my own mind, I'll be strong enough to keep him from
dragging me back here!"
Emiko couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm, "You have this whole
thing figured out, don't you?"
Ryou nodded excitedly, but then his face grew a little more serious as
he asked, "Hey, Emiko...what is...'Bakura' doing out there anyway? I
don't want him to be doing anything too bad..."
Emiko asked, "You can't see his memories?"
Ryou shook his head, "No, but he can see mine. So, has he done anything bad?"
Well, now was not the best time to tell him that Bakura had in fact
joined the most dreaded card-game organization in the world, the Rare
Hunters.
"Oh, he's just checking into a hotel right now. I'm in the room across
from him."
...that wasn't an entire lie...
Ryou looked relived, "That's good. I'll try to take over my body sometimes."
"Before I go, Ryou, I want to know if I can tell someone about this."
"Um..."
"He's a...good friend...of mine, and I promise that he won't tell
anyone. Thing is, I just can't keep secrets without telling at least
one person."
Ryou looked hesitant, but then he slowly nodded, "Sure...okay..."
He looked at the sky, "The next mental attack will come soon. I'd better go."
He waved to me, "I'll see you again, Emiko!"
She waved back, "Yep, be sure to visit me!"
Emiko concentrated on her eye again, and she was walking up the stairs again.
She heard Bakura-or the dark Bakura's voice, "Got it?"
"Err...I wasn't listening..."
Bakura let out an irritated sigh, "I told you to stay out of my mind. Got it?"
Emiko rolled her eye, "Sure, whatever."
After she dropped Bakura off at his room (in her hallway), she ran
off to Malik's room. She had quite a few things to tell him.
Yeah, I don't like this chapter. It looked better in my head…
Well, I hope its good enough to satisfy your guys's needs.
And yes, my OC asks like a total Mary Sue, with her bipolarism and BFF-ness with Ryou. Don't judge me ._.
And happy early birthday, Malik! And merry early Christmas! I won't be able to post anything for a while because apparently, I'm not spending Christmas at home like I was supposed to, but instead my mom guilt-tripped my step dad into going to spend time with family –shudder- and now both of them owe me. Big time.
Also, my dad and step mom got me some Yu-Gi-Oh cards. These are the very first Yu-Gi-Oh cards I've ever had in my life ever. I love them (even if they were GX cards and it was literally based off of Jaden's deck, but I can look past that because they are bloody Yu-Gi-Oh cards!).
GAH, I keep getting off topic. Anywho, enjoy your holidays and Christmas themed fanfiction!