Happy Birthday Isis!
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Disclaimer~ I don't own Yugioh!
~I just really wanted to do a YuGiOh fic, and this came
to mind! This is my first YuGiOh fic, so be nice! Plus,
Please check out all my other fics!~
~Notes~
~Marik is the Hikarii, (sp.?) Malik is the Yami.
~All Yami's have there own bodies.
~ Marik and Malik are somewhat sane in this fic, and
they get along really well
Key~ {blah}~ thinking "blah"~ talking
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Sunlight filtered through the linen curtain, revealing
a room full of ancient Egyptian antiques, mostly depicting
Isis, the mother goddess. The sunlight landed on a four-
poster bed, revealing a sleeping dark haired woman in a
plain white linen nightgown, whose dark eyes fluttered
open at the brightness. Yawning, Isis rose and sat on her
bed, taking a minute to clear her eyes. She looked at the
clock by her bed, which read 6:45. {I need to get up. I
can't sleep in, even on my birthday!} Still yawning, Isis
walked to the bathroom and took a shower. Putting on a
long white bathrobe, she walked over to her closet and
choosing out a long white dress with the gold-brown trim.
( Her dress in the Battle City season when she showed
Kaiba the museum artifacts) after putting it on, she
began walking back to the bathroom. She then began to
brush her hair, and then to plaited and wrapped the two
front sections of her hair in golden ribbons as usual. (Her
hairstyle in Battle City ) Walking back into her room, she
went to her bed stand and took out a locked box from the
drawer. Saying the magic password, the box revealed its
contents. The Millennium Tauk glowed faintly as it lay on
its white satin cushion. Isis reached in and picked it up,
and put it on, clasping it in the back around her neck.
Returning everything to where it was, Isis went downstairs
to the kitchen; preparing some hot water for her and
her brother Marik's morning tea. She then looked up at the
kitchen clock, which read 7:50. {When will that brother of
mine wake up?} "WWOOOHOO!" Isis sighed. "Not
again..." Walking into the Main Hall, she eyed her
brother, Marik, who was still in his white linen sleep shirt
and pants. "Hey 'Sis!" "Marik.. What did you do?" Marik
grinned impishly, his lavender eyes hiding mischief.
"Nothing.." Isis arched an eyebrow. "You slid down that
railing again, didn't you? How many times did I say not
to?" "But sis! I didn't do it! Yami did! "Are you telling me
that Malik slid down that 20 foot long railing, screaming at
the top of his lungs, and laughing, might I add, in a voice
that sounded a lot like yours, my dear brother?" "Yup."
They stared at each other for a few minutes, then Marik
started snickering, and Isis started giggling. Soon, they
both erupted into laughter at the thought of the homicidal
Yami whizzing down the railing. "What are you two
laughing about?" Marik and Isis, after a minute, and with
much difficulty, quieted down to a few stray giggles and
snickers. Looking up to the top of the stairs, Marik greeted
his Yami. "Morning Malik!" "Morning Isis, Morning
Marik.." Malik was already dressed, in black jeans with a
gold chain belt and a sand-colored tank top. He also had on
his usual fire-red cape, black leather ankle boots, and all of
his gold jewelry, with his golden Eye of Horus glowing
faintly on his forehead. Smirking, he eyed the railing, as if
thinking of something. "Malik... don't you dare! I don't
need anything else broken!" "Dare to do what, my dear
Isis? Oh wait.. Do you mean this?" In a flash, he sat on the
railing and slid down the railing, jumping off before he
reached the end. "MALIK!" Grinning, Malik mock-bowed
to a furious Isis. "Yes, oh mighty Queen of the
Household?" "Cut the sarcasm, Malik. Just because you
are a 5,000-year-old spirit does not mean you can back-
sass me! And don't you dare to ever do that again! You're
being a bad influence on Marik!" "Busted!" "Watch it
Marik, before I bust you too!" She would have ranted
Further and longer, but was cut off then by the whistle of
the teakettle. Fuming, she turned around, and marched into
the kitchen to prepare breakfast, the heels of her shoes
clicking sharply on the tile floor. Once she was out of
earshot, Malik snorted. "Well, she's mad." Marik turned to
his Yami. "Yami, Did you get everything?" Yes, Hikarii, I
did. Stop worrying." "I'm not! This just my sister's 20th
birthday and I want everything to be perfect!" " Don't
worry, it will be. Now go take a shower and get dressed.
After, maybe you can pacify your sister enough so I can
get some breakfast!" Halfway up the stairs, Malik turned
and smirked at his Yami "You know that when she gets
that angry she is really dangerous, right?" rubbing his
temples as if he had a headache, Malik replied with a hint
of sarcasm. "I think I experienced her wraith enough times
myself to know the answer to that, Hikarii."
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ O\./o..Creepy! And Isis has a temper, doesn't she? ^\./^* Any who, Please review!
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Disclaimer~ I don't own Yugioh!
~I just really wanted to do a YuGiOh fic, and this came
to mind! This is my first YuGiOh fic, so be nice! Plus,
Please check out all my other fics!~
~Notes~
~Marik is the Hikarii, (sp.?) Malik is the Yami.
~All Yami's have there own bodies.
~ Marik and Malik are somewhat sane in this fic, and
they get along really well
Key~ {blah}~ thinking "blah"~ talking
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Sunlight filtered through the linen curtain, revealing
a room full of ancient Egyptian antiques, mostly depicting
Isis, the mother goddess. The sunlight landed on a four-
poster bed, revealing a sleeping dark haired woman in a
plain white linen nightgown, whose dark eyes fluttered
open at the brightness. Yawning, Isis rose and sat on her
bed, taking a minute to clear her eyes. She looked at the
clock by her bed, which read 6:45. {I need to get up. I
can't sleep in, even on my birthday!} Still yawning, Isis
walked to the bathroom and took a shower. Putting on a
long white bathrobe, she walked over to her closet and
choosing out a long white dress with the gold-brown trim.
( Her dress in the Battle City season when she showed
Kaiba the museum artifacts) after putting it on, she
began walking back to the bathroom. She then began to
brush her hair, and then to plaited and wrapped the two
front sections of her hair in golden ribbons as usual. (Her
hairstyle in Battle City ) Walking back into her room, she
went to her bed stand and took out a locked box from the
drawer. Saying the magic password, the box revealed its
contents. The Millennium Tauk glowed faintly as it lay on
its white satin cushion. Isis reached in and picked it up,
and put it on, clasping it in the back around her neck.
Returning everything to where it was, Isis went downstairs
to the kitchen; preparing some hot water for her and
her brother Marik's morning tea. She then looked up at the
kitchen clock, which read 7:50. {When will that brother of
mine wake up?} "WWOOOHOO!" Isis sighed. "Not
again..." Walking into the Main Hall, she eyed her
brother, Marik, who was still in his white linen sleep shirt
and pants. "Hey 'Sis!" "Marik.. What did you do?" Marik
grinned impishly, his lavender eyes hiding mischief.
"Nothing.." Isis arched an eyebrow. "You slid down that
railing again, didn't you? How many times did I say not
to?" "But sis! I didn't do it! Yami did! "Are you telling me
that Malik slid down that 20 foot long railing, screaming at
the top of his lungs, and laughing, might I add, in a voice
that sounded a lot like yours, my dear brother?" "Yup."
They stared at each other for a few minutes, then Marik
started snickering, and Isis started giggling. Soon, they
both erupted into laughter at the thought of the homicidal
Yami whizzing down the railing. "What are you two
laughing about?" Marik and Isis, after a minute, and with
much difficulty, quieted down to a few stray giggles and
snickers. Looking up to the top of the stairs, Marik greeted
his Yami. "Morning Malik!" "Morning Isis, Morning
Marik.." Malik was already dressed, in black jeans with a
gold chain belt and a sand-colored tank top. He also had on
his usual fire-red cape, black leather ankle boots, and all of
his gold jewelry, with his golden Eye of Horus glowing
faintly on his forehead. Smirking, he eyed the railing, as if
thinking of something. "Malik... don't you dare! I don't
need anything else broken!" "Dare to do what, my dear
Isis? Oh wait.. Do you mean this?" In a flash, he sat on the
railing and slid down the railing, jumping off before he
reached the end. "MALIK!" Grinning, Malik mock-bowed
to a furious Isis. "Yes, oh mighty Queen of the
Household?" "Cut the sarcasm, Malik. Just because you
are a 5,000-year-old spirit does not mean you can back-
sass me! And don't you dare to ever do that again! You're
being a bad influence on Marik!" "Busted!" "Watch it
Marik, before I bust you too!" She would have ranted
Further and longer, but was cut off then by the whistle of
the teakettle. Fuming, she turned around, and marched into
the kitchen to prepare breakfast, the heels of her shoes
clicking sharply on the tile floor. Once she was out of
earshot, Malik snorted. "Well, she's mad." Marik turned to
his Yami. "Yami, Did you get everything?" Yes, Hikarii, I
did. Stop worrying." "I'm not! This just my sister's 20th
birthday and I want everything to be perfect!" " Don't
worry, it will be. Now go take a shower and get dressed.
After, maybe you can pacify your sister enough so I can
get some breakfast!" Halfway up the stairs, Malik turned
and smirked at his Yami "You know that when she gets
that angry she is really dangerous, right?" rubbing his
temples as if he had a headache, Malik replied with a hint
of sarcasm. "I think I experienced her wraith enough times
myself to know the answer to that, Hikarii."
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ O\./o..Creepy! And Isis has a temper, doesn't she? ^\./^* Any who, Please review!