Name: Forgotten
Summary:
A young girl wanders into Domino City. Nothing seems too odd about her...except for the girl whose spirit resides in her armband. Who are these girls? And why do they have a Sennen item?
Disclaimer:
I don't own any Yugioh! characters whatsoever...
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A drizzle fell over the city of Domino when Yuugi went out with his yami and friends Jou, Shizuka, Ryou, and Otogi to see the latest movie. Anzu was studying abroad in America, Honda was sick at home, and Bakura was with Malik and Marik.
As they were walking down the damp sidewalks of the city, they past by a girl with long black hair that was tied up in a braid...and Yami was intrigued upon seeing the girl.
'Yuugi,' he called his hikari's attention, 'Who is that girl?'
'I don't know...Why?' the young boy answered.
'There's something about her that gets to me.'
'What do you mean?'
'I...don't know.'
'Should we follow her?'
'No...You shouldn't worry the others.'
Yuugi nodded, 'Okay...'
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The wind blew lightly, the girl stopping in front of the local high school.
'Let's go enroll, Saku-chan!'
'Don't call me that...'
'B-But...Saku-chaaaan...'
'...' She walked inside of the school, 'After this, you're getting your own body, Aisu...I promise to bring you back again.'
'Aww. You don't have to do that for little ol' me.'
'Of course I do...'
'...Thank you, oneechan.'
The girl nodded.
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"What's this?" Bakura wondered as his Sennen Ring reacted; it had sensed another Sennen item. Malik was sitting upside-down on the couch, flipping through the channels on his TV.
"What's what, 'Kura-chan?" he asked.
"...Don't call me that..." Marik was coming out of the kitchen with a soda in each hand and one balancing on his head, a huge bag of chips under each arm and one hanging from his mouth.
"Don't call you what, Kura-Kura?" Marik said through his teeth. Bakura glared at him.
"What?" Marik blinked, giving each of them their respective drink and snack.
"Why's your thing up?" Malik asked as well.
"Maybe because he's happy," Marik answered for Bakura, "Didn't you ever think of that?" Bakura tousled his hair in frustration.
"IT'S SENSING A MILLENIUM ITEM!!!" he finally answered.
"Well why didn't you just say so in the first place?" Malik said, opening his bag of chips.
"I know. It's not healthy to keep things inside," his yami agreed, taking a sip of his soda. Bakura, however, already grabbed his jacket and left to find the new item.
"H-Hey! Wait up!" Malik was left alone with his soap operas.
"No! Don't do it, Christian! She's you're half-sister and she's already pregnant with your nephew's third cousin...twice removed!..Where'd everybody go?"
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"So," the school secretary looked at the girl's transfer papers, "Zetsumei Amai? And you're also enrolling your twin sister?" She looked up at the girl with long black hair. In the light, you could see that she had nicely tanned skin and metallic red eyes that were slightly covered by her bangs. Two parts of her hair hung loose from the braid and had red ribbons tied around each. She was wearing a black leather jacket, a white, red trimmed Chinese-styled shirt, black leather pants, and black boots. "Why is it you and your sister have different last names?"
"If I told you, I would have to kill you..."
"Oookay?" She gave her two pieces of papers, smiling. "Those are your schedules. I expect you two to be in school by Monday."
Amai took the papers and turned, waving behind her shoulder. "Whatever..."
When she got outside, she sat on the steps leading up to the school, looking at their schedules.
'Those classes are too easy, Saku-chan...'
'I told you not to call me that...Besides, we don't want anyone suspecting us...'
'But...Calculus? Please! You could've picked something more challenging. And why do we have to go to high school?! Couldn't we have gone to college instead?'
'Sure...Lets do that. On the news will be two girls who look about 16 going to college and teaching...What publicity would that bring to us?'
'You've got a point...'
'We have to lay low, Aisu-sama...Until father stops looking for us, that is...'
'I'm sorry.'
'...Someone's here...'
Sure enough, Bakura was standing in front of her with his arms crossed and a deadly smirk on his face. Behind him stood Malik and Marik, peering over his shoulders to the girl.
"This girl?" Marik was the first to speak.
"She looks...too weak to hold an item."
"My ring does not lie." Bakura bent down, bringing his face close to Amai's. "You have an item. Now give it here."
She stood up, picking up her book bag. "And if I don't?"
"You won't live long enough to refuse," he retorted, flipping out his switchblade pocket knife and holding it against her throat. Amai grabbed hold of the blade, blood dripping down from her hand. She had a sad expression in her eyes.
"...I'm sorry," she said as she touched her left forearm against the back of his neck. Just then, Bakura's eyes went blank and black lightning flowed from the girl's body and into his; both looked to be in pain. After about 30 seconds of torture, she let him go, dropping him.
Malik caught him before he fell. "What do you do!?" Amai didn't reply. Instead, she walked off into the mist.
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Well, that's it for now. I personally think it sucks, but it might get better later on…^^" Anyways, this is my first story in ages, so please be kind… Please review…well, you don't have to, but it'd be nice…
