The Haunted Pyramid
"Don't be stupid, Chiaki, ghosts are not real…Right, Bakura?"
"You mean you are afraid? What a…"
"I'm not afraid, I'm just telling you to stop being stupid!"
"Yeah, right, tell it to FlEsH AnD BonNeZ! FAB seems to be in quite mood lately…"
"Sure, I will...Hey, look!"
(Something white passes them, hovering into the ancient corridor, beyond the dark)
"Do you…Believe in ghosts, Malik?"
"…I think you will…"
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN YGO! Why me! T.T
FAB: Hello to everyone! How is your summer going? Finally I've decided to write something funny about our dear YGO!
Summary: An annoying summer job in an ancient Egyptian catacomb turns out to a mystery for Malik, Bakura and Chiaki…Who is the scary ghost haunting the place? Will they survive there, alone within the mess? RNR plZ.
Genre and Rating: Well, a funny story is just what we all need to cheer up this summer! The rating is K+ for…Well, stupid stunts and abnormal attitude.
FAB: And now! For the story!
The Haunted Pyramid – Chapter 1 – Sometimes Boredom Is Good
Yawning twice, Isis opened the gray door of the Ishtars apartment and got into the entrance hall. Sighing to herself in tiredness, she elegantly kicked the awful high-heeled shoes off her feet, stepping now on the cold relaxing floor. Hanging her keys on the right hook, she placed down her bag, yawning again as she did so. She hated those night works in her new Egyptian gallery, because ordering around a bunch of sleepy porters while being constantly threatened to fall down on the museum's floor with a snort was kind of…Very-very unpleasant.
She ran a lazy hand in her long black hair, opening the door to the living room. The room was slightly shadowed, only creamy orange rays of dawn were penetrating the half closed window. The TV was on, casting colorful patterns on the walls around, yet the volume was turned off. Still, a soft purring was audible in the stillness of the early morning.
A warm smile crept to Isis' lips when she watched the silent scene in the living room. On the wide leather sofa, half of his face was sinking into his bright hair, his head resting on his tanned arms…Her brother was lying, body stretched on almost the entire space. He was still wearing daily clothes, and his chest was gently rising with each breath he took. An idle sun ray hit one of his golden bracelets, casting circle of light on the counter wall.
Somewhere in the middle, approximately near Malik's stomach, was a mess of pale orange hair and tight black clothes, curved inside itself, half leaning on Malik, half hanging in the open air, threatening to fall down with every hasty movement. A mild-tanned hand was resting on the armrest. All of these details belonged to a young lady, whose name was Chiaki. Chiaki was Malik's classmate, yet they'd shared a little more than only a class. They sat together, spoke with each other during the lessons (Successfully driving their teachers mad), they did homework together (Well…Chiaki tried, Malik copied. Sharing is good.) And maybe even they shared some deep emotions to each other, yet they both were too shy to admit this and too busy trying to deny everything. /Chiaki is a young nice lady. I'm sure she has a good influence on Malik…/ thought Isis to herself, as her eyes wandered to the other side of the room.
There, on the couch, lay another teenage boy. His body was limp on the leather, and his mouth slightly opened. Long white hair was spread on the backrest like hand-held fan, and his face was calm and innocent when he was sleeping so peacefully. Yet Isis knew well there was nothing innocent under the relaxed mask. Because…Well, it was our beloved Bakura, and I think that explains the rest. Bakura was snoring lightly in his sleep, his spiky locks moving slightly over his forehead.
All three of them were carelessly asleep, and the entire house was silent and still. Isis couldn't stop smiling as she carefully made her way across the room and to the kitchen's door, avoiding cracking tiles and the carpet's edge. She shot a quick glance at the teenagers sleeping in front of the mute TV. Neither moved.
Pressing down on the handle, she opened the door to the darkened kitchen /A cup of coffee will do me just fine…/ she thought /After the disturbing night working…/
Moving into the kitchen, she stepped on something sticky in the semi-darkness of the room. A shudder ran up her spine as her hand turned on the lights in the kitchen.
The house was completely quiet when suddenly
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" crossed its hushed slumber.
The blood-freezing scream brought some unwanted results: Bakura jerked on his place, almost falling off the couch, Malik woke up in total fright and started hiccupping uncontrollably and Chiaki fell onto the floor with a painful thud, there she lay, moaning silently to herself.
"What In The Name Of RA…How On Earth…For Gods Sake…" Isis just couldn't finish any of her sentences, and all she managed to let out for the triumphed end was "Why…?"
Malik made a pathetic noise down his throat, Bakura silently crawled to hide behind the couch and Chiaki was still lying on the floor, motionless. Isis started to examine the damage "My berry syrup…And a half burned omelet stuck to the ceiling…Why…?" To be honest, the view was not for those who have heart problems. Stains of colorful ex-dishes were decorating the walls, and total mess was ruling over the counter and the floor. Mixed syrups, jams, half peeled vegetables and raw products were scattered in immeasurable disorder.
The expression on Isis' face was one of pure terror and something that reminded temporal coma. She looked…Quiet shocked /I left a clean kitchen and house yesterday…And now…Oh, Ra…/
When Malik hiccupped for the 22nd time, it seems to crack somehow Isis' desperate mask of world-disconnection. "To your room." she stated coldly "Immediately."
Bakura was the first to obey, crawling from behind the couch to the corridor without being noticed. Malik hiccupped again, but he daren't say anything. Chiaki painfully rose to her feet, and both of them made a quick retreat. A shudder passed through Isis' spine when the door upstairs was closed as silently as possible.
Isis looked down at her hands /I better wash them here. I can't find the courage to open a door to another room and discover…/ she shivered again, and tried to make her way among the dirt on the floor to the counter /And I have to do something with those kids…They have to find some other occupation…But Not In My House! For my kitchen sake!.../
The three teenagers were standing in a circle back in Malik's room, blaming gazed piercing each other cores. "It's your fault!" Chiaki glared at Bakura "You were supposed to wake us up early!"
"No, Malik said he would do it. Why is it always me? This time it's Malik!" accused Bakura malevolently.
Malik hiccupped in response. Chiaki glared at him.
"Go and drink something. It's not healthy." Malik raised two terrified violet eyes to Chiaki's brown ones. Getting down to the kitchen where Isis was obviously boiling with rage wasn't a very reasonable thing to do. Unless you want your head off, of course.
"Erm…Well, you can drink some tap water." came Bakura with his 5 cents from the behind. Chiaki nodded "Let's go, Malik," she said, taking his hand into her. He hiccupped quietly twice when they crossed the corridor on their tip-toes. Bakura followed silently, ready for the show planned for him. When they'd reached the bathroom door, Chiaku opened it as quite as possible, pushing Malik quickly inside. Then she entered herself, closing the door right before Bakura's pug nose.
"Ae…" the (ex) tomb-robber rubbed his forehead with an expression of a four years old boy whose ice-cream was stolen right from his mouth /And this is really unfair. Why Malik gets the girl in this FIC?.../ Bakura frowned and went to a window nearby. Opening the frame to the fresh air of the morning, Bakura jumped swiftly to land on the grass below. "Time for breakfast," he said to no one in particular, and went to rob a mini-market.
Malik and Chiaki ran away from the house the minute Isis got into her bedroom to rest a little. Odion wasn't home yet, so it was quite easy to get out considering the horrible squeak of the doorway.
However, Odion was home in a less than half an hour. He got inside, pulling off his dark purple cloak with golden strings (He wasn't really the man of clothing) and yawned sleepily. He was working as a guard in a factory during the nights, so he was really tired to do anything…Well, maybe a cup of tea would be perfectly fine for him…Maybe.
"Isis! Get Yourself Here This Instant!" he and Isis were together for three years now, and they planned to get officially married shortly – he couldn't support this kind of deterioration of his wife-to-be. And the mess in this kitchen was terrible. /If I don't rebuke her because of the state of this kitchen, I'll end up cleaning this myself!.../ he thought.
"O-Odion? What is it?" she asked. She wore a white silky nightgown, and her black hair was free in the morning air-conditioner's air. Her eyes were clouded with sleep, yet she woke up completely when she saw the expression on Odion's face. He frowned even more and said
"I'm running here a private housework, and I would not tolerate this kind of disorder! Isis, look at this kitchen!" he gestured at the glory with his hand "Why do I have to get back home and find things in this state?"
"What?" she said angrily "You think it is me, right? Then I didn't do it. The kids did."
"Isis, that's not an excuse." stated Odion, who felt he had to be tough in this scene.
"How Dare You Accuse Me?" roared Isis.
"You Never Do Anything around the house!" shouted Odion back.
The tones were growing louder and louder, some neighbors opened the windows to listen carefully and write some notes. Few of them wondered out loud why those two weren't married yet.
This argument found its happy ending with the two sitting embraced on the couch in the living room, talking about the mystery of life.
"I have to find a job for the kids. Maybe we can send them to a vacation somewhere," said Isis, holding onto her nightgown, leaning on the very tired Odion.
"Yeah, maybe…" yawned Odion.
"I see if there's some job-offer in the museum. Maybe the kids can help me arrange my new gallery. Maybe they can work in the souvenir-store on the first floor…" explained Isis.
"Yeah, maybe…" Odion yawned again.
"I have to ask Professor Hawkins if he can find something for them."
"Yeah, maybe…" and a yawn.
"He has a lot of new projects lately. He can use the kids for some research."
"Yeah, maybe…" yawn.
"Are you listening to me?"
"Yeah, maybe…"
"Odion!"
"Yeah, mayb-Wha?" he asked, when she suddenly hit him on his arm.
"Why do I even talk to you? You never listen to me! Never…" she hissed offensively and ran away, a door slammed somewhere in the distance.
"Maybe…" Odion yawned and got up "Wait a second, what did I do now? Ahh, stupid woman." He growled inwardly when he discovered he walked right into a puddle of raspberry syrup on the floor.
"I've found something good for the three of you, so listen up," Isis exclaimed, trying to catch the kids' attention. Bakura, Malik and Chiaki were playing some stupid card game, sitting on the floor with the cards on the table. The TV was on again, but volumeless. Bakura was cheating without Malik noticing. Chiaki tried to balance the game, and mentally remind herself to never play strip-poker with Bakura.
"Hey!" shouted Isis, scaring some innocent ravens to death behind the window.
The three of them were now paying attention to the older woman, who was standing above them and glaring at them almost to evaporation. "What it is, sis?" asked Malik with shaky voice. Bakura lowered himself to hide under the table, and Chiaki smiled sweetly, saying "We are listening to you, Isis."
Isis took a deep breathe. "It is not healthy to spend the vacation locked here in the house, watching TV and nothing more. You should spend some time doing valuable things. I've found a job for the three of you, and it is far enough from my kitchen," Isis glanced towards the new firing-range in the Ishtars residence.
Chiaki opened her mouth to protest, but Isis spoke faster than the young girl "I say you go, and that's it. This is an important archeological work for Professor Hawkins in Egypt, he has found a new sealed catacomb there, and he needs volunteers to open it and clean it from the inside. It is a very responsible job, and he needs experts."
"I think the three of you can handle it. Malik knows well the ancient Egyptian language and the history, and Chiaki, you can help a lot with the food and the work, and Bakura…" Isis glanced around the room "Er…Where is Bakura?"
Malik and Chiaki looked under the table, there Bakura was pointing them to not look at him, his face wore a perfect scolding expression. Isis bent over to find Bakura hiding under the table "Ah, there you are…Ahem, so as I've said, Bakura was – and I believe he still is – an excellent ancient-tombs expert. So you are all set. Your flight is leaving tomorrow and I'm preparing some things for Malik. As for you Chiaki and Bakura – you two go home now and prepare everything. No more kitchen incidents like that one, thank you." Isis was already breathless, and Bakura was doing his best to avoid her eyes, his mind making plans how to steal every random thing that rolled into this FIC.
/Malik has a stupid sister…/ he thought, thanking Ra silently for not granting Isis the ability of mind reading. Yet the more stupid she was, the more stubborn she was. And when Isis decided…Isis decided. And the more stubbornly she decided, the more murderous she was. And Bakura knew that. He still wanted…Well, to live. And the bank that he saw yesterday could wait. He wondered where his tomb-robber clothes were.
Standing outside, Malik was cursing for few minutes in ancient Egyptian language, yet since lady Chiaki didn't understand this language it was fine. Bakura thought about some nasty words he could add into the turmoil, but kept his mouth shut.
"So we have to go?" asked Chiaki in a low voice. Malik looked at her, apologizing for the stupidity of his sister "I guess the kitchen was the straw the broke the camel's back…"
"There are camels in Egypt, right?" asked Chiaki curiously.
"Yeah, there are…And if you want – I can steal one and give you a ride," boasted Bakura. Malik frowned /Bakura's kleptomania is driving me insane! I don't care about him robbing banks, supermarkets, ice-cream stands, money and duel-monsters cards…But I want him away from Chiaki!.../
"No thank you," Malik answered, taking Chiaki's hand and pulling her behind him "Now let me drive you home, Chiaki," he said, while he was dragging her to the garage, where his motorcycle was placed. Bakura followed them.
"Arr, Malik?" he called "Remember you promised me a ride when I said I wouldn't steal your CD player? Well, I think it's…"
But the roar of the engine cut him short, and Malik, with Chiaki holding onto him rode down the street, leaving Bakura standing there helplessly. He frowned.
"You want war, huh?" he hissed some minutes later "You'll get one, Malik. Just wait. And say bye-bye to your CD player…Just wait…"
FAB: Well, that's not much, but this is it for now. I've never posted anything funny, so it is kinda my first try. If you have some time please REVIEW, I have to understand whether this is readable or lost. I will try to update ASAP.
Wait for more surprises in the next chapters! The trip to Egypt!
Have a good time in this summer, and Ja-Ne!