Valentine Blues:
By: Lady Suki
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Ho. I wish I did, but I don't.
A/N: This is my newest fic. I'm a little bit sensitive about it. I've written things like this before, but this one is different. This chapter is dedicated to Melissa. Thanks so much for being a great friend!! R and R please. Flash backs will be in this somewhere along the line! Enjoy!
Valentine Blues: By: Lady Suki
Chapter 1:
"Come on Malik! We're gonna be late for Ryou's party!" I yelled up the stairs.
I turned, and looked around the living room for the hundredth time that day. The room was dimly lit. The only light came from the open windows. Our shabby love seat sat in the left hand corner of the room. The TV was directly opposite of it. My sister Ishezu was sitting on the couch. She was playing with her many bangles and necklaces. Trying to get them to all lay straight.
"Malik! Let's go! Poor Ryou is waiting! And you know that this is his first year without Bakura!" She said as she stood up.
"Coming!" Malik's voice sounded from upstairs.
He takes longer than Ishezu to get ready! As I thought this, I looked over at my older sister. She looked great! She has a long, clingy, low-cut, white dress on. Her eyeliner and mascara was applied to the perfect amount. Not too much, but just enough. All of her jewelry was gold. Her hair was done in tight little ringlet curls that framed her face perfectly. She really was showing our strong Egyptian heritage.
I looked down at my shabby suit. It fit me okay, but it was second hand. Like most everything else I own. It was either black or a very dark blue at one time. That time must have been a long time ago. All it looked like was a mess of rags. Then again, I am the youngest in the house. I guess that that means that I'll be stuck in hand me downs as long as I'm here.
A door slammed in the upstairs hall, and we could hear Malik running above our heads. Then he began to thud down the stairs. He jumped the last three, and landed with a bang in front of me.
Now I could see why he was taking so long to get ready! He looked great! He had somehow managed to pull his longish light purple hair, which was usually extremely unruly, into a smooth ponytail. His eyes seem darker than usual. It may have been because he had put contacts in for some reason. His suit was black. And when I say black, I mean it was BLACK. He hadn't tried to cover up the permanent eyeliner that had been placed on his eyes when he was a small child. He looked every tiny bit of his Egyptian background.
Wait a minute. Let's just back up here for a sec. My name is Marik. I'm 15 years old. Ishezu, my older sister, is 19 years old. My relationship with Ishezu isn't really hard to understand. It's the one I hold with Malik that is. See, he's not my brother, but he is a part of me. He's my ancient form. My self from a past life. He lives with me and my sister in this realm of life, though.
Anyways, we were going to a party being held by one of our friends, Ryou. See, Ryou had a spirit form too. His name was Bakura. Well, that's what we called him anyway. He never really did tell us his true name. See, Bakura disappeared last year after he was in a car accident. When Bakura disappeared, Ryou fell into a deep depression. He had loved Bakura as much as anything or anyone else in the world.
So, now you can see why we were so anxious to get going. Ryou was holding his traditional Valentine's Day party even though Bakura wasn't around. We wanted to be there to support him. And Malik wasn't being very much of a help!
"Let's go, guys!" Malik said as he bounded out the door.
I sighed heavily, and got began to follow him out the door. I caught Ishezu's eye as she followed me, and I saw her roll her eyes in exasperation. I laughed, and climbed into the front seat of Malik's car.
We were off to pick up Jonochi and Honda. Then, it was onto get the others.
~TBC~
A/N: R and R please! I have the second chapter typed, but I won't put it up until I get some reviews on this one! Thanks so much!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Ho. I wish I did, but I don't.
A/N: This is my newest fic. I'm a little bit sensitive about it. I've written things like this before, but this one is different. This chapter is dedicated to Melissa. Thanks so much for being a great friend!! R and R please. Flash backs will be in this somewhere along the line! Enjoy!
Valentine Blues: By: Lady Suki
Chapter 1:
"Come on Malik! We're gonna be late for Ryou's party!" I yelled up the stairs.
I turned, and looked around the living room for the hundredth time that day. The room was dimly lit. The only light came from the open windows. Our shabby love seat sat in the left hand corner of the room. The TV was directly opposite of it. My sister Ishezu was sitting on the couch. She was playing with her many bangles and necklaces. Trying to get them to all lay straight.
"Malik! Let's go! Poor Ryou is waiting! And you know that this is his first year without Bakura!" She said as she stood up.
"Coming!" Malik's voice sounded from upstairs.
He takes longer than Ishezu to get ready! As I thought this, I looked over at my older sister. She looked great! She has a long, clingy, low-cut, white dress on. Her eyeliner and mascara was applied to the perfect amount. Not too much, but just enough. All of her jewelry was gold. Her hair was done in tight little ringlet curls that framed her face perfectly. She really was showing our strong Egyptian heritage.
I looked down at my shabby suit. It fit me okay, but it was second hand. Like most everything else I own. It was either black or a very dark blue at one time. That time must have been a long time ago. All it looked like was a mess of rags. Then again, I am the youngest in the house. I guess that that means that I'll be stuck in hand me downs as long as I'm here.
A door slammed in the upstairs hall, and we could hear Malik running above our heads. Then he began to thud down the stairs. He jumped the last three, and landed with a bang in front of me.
Now I could see why he was taking so long to get ready! He looked great! He had somehow managed to pull his longish light purple hair, which was usually extremely unruly, into a smooth ponytail. His eyes seem darker than usual. It may have been because he had put contacts in for some reason. His suit was black. And when I say black, I mean it was BLACK. He hadn't tried to cover up the permanent eyeliner that had been placed on his eyes when he was a small child. He looked every tiny bit of his Egyptian background.
Wait a minute. Let's just back up here for a sec. My name is Marik. I'm 15 years old. Ishezu, my older sister, is 19 years old. My relationship with Ishezu isn't really hard to understand. It's the one I hold with Malik that is. See, he's not my brother, but he is a part of me. He's my ancient form. My self from a past life. He lives with me and my sister in this realm of life, though.
Anyways, we were going to a party being held by one of our friends, Ryou. See, Ryou had a spirit form too. His name was Bakura. Well, that's what we called him anyway. He never really did tell us his true name. See, Bakura disappeared last year after he was in a car accident. When Bakura disappeared, Ryou fell into a deep depression. He had loved Bakura as much as anything or anyone else in the world.
So, now you can see why we were so anxious to get going. Ryou was holding his traditional Valentine's Day party even though Bakura wasn't around. We wanted to be there to support him. And Malik wasn't being very much of a help!
"Let's go, guys!" Malik said as he bounded out the door.
I sighed heavily, and got began to follow him out the door. I caught Ishezu's eye as she followed me, and I saw her roll her eyes in exasperation. I laughed, and climbed into the front seat of Malik's car.
We were off to pick up Jonochi and Honda. Then, it was onto get the others.
~TBC~
A/N: R and R please! I have the second chapter typed, but I won't put it up until I get some reviews on this one! Thanks so much!