CM: Hello, People of the Internet! This is my second story, so excuse any mistakes! Flames will be... um, what are we doing with flames, Ryou?
Ryou: I think we are using them to burn marshmallows.
CM: Marshmallows, right, I knew that!
Yami Bakura: Of courses you did.
CM: Limey, you get to do the disclaimer.
Ryou: Chibi Misheru doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh. If she did, 4-kids would be ripping there eyes out at how violent and inappropriate the show would be.
CM: Mwuahahahaha! On with the show!
Ryou was feeling a bit weak and dizzy. "It's probably just the flu," he thought, trying to reassure himself, but not quite sure why he was doing so. His white hair hung loosely over his pale face and blue and white striped shirt. Brown eyes darted over the contents of the cabinet in his kitchen, searching for a can of soup that would alleviate his symptoms. "You feel like some thing's wrong, don't you," said, or rather thought, the voice in his head.
Oh yes, Bakura, the usually malicious spirit of his necklace, the millennium ring, had decided to make connections with his host, more often. The millennium ring hung around his neck and consisted of a large golden ring with five gold cones hanging on its lower lips. The triangle in the middle of the ring housed an eye in its center. Bakura was like a Ryou look-alike, just taller with a more angular face. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"All right, don't listen to me, but you'll regret it."
"Fine, I'll entertain the idea that something is going to happen. So tell me, oh wise one, what is going to happen?"
"...touche." Ryou sighed and pulled out a can of condensed vegetable soup. Every breath he took gagged him. His breathes became labored and he dropped the can. Nausea washed over him and he dropped to his knees.
"Ryou, what's going on!" Bakura`s attempt to get his attention was futile. As Ryou fell on his side, liquid shadows filled his eyes, lungs, and mind. He felt as if he was suffocating. Then everything went black.
***
"Grampa, I think I have the flu," Yugi said as he sat on his couch, a hand placed over his upset stomach. His blond bangs clung to his forehead with a sheen of sweat, caused by his fever. His spiked black hair, which ended in crimson tips. His millennium puzzle hung around his neck. The pyramid shaped pendant rested on his chest, it's one, golden eye staring into the distance. "Well, then you shouldn't go to school today."
"Thanks, Grampa."
"Are you all right, Yugi," the spirit of the puzzle, Yami, said in Yugi`s head. He looked just like Yugi, just taller, with a more angular face. "Yea, I'm just feeling a little sick, that's all."
"I don't know, something feels... off."
"I'm sure everything is-." Yugi was cut off as he felt all of the air in his lungs was sucked from his lips. His grandfather ran to his side when he saw that something was wrong.
"YUGI!" It was to late and Yugi felt his whole world melt into the shadows. The last thing was Yami screaming in his mind. Then all was silent.
***
Malik sat there, whining to his sister about how sick he felt. "Ishizu, I really don't feel well."
"Last time you said that, it turned out that you had a test you hadn't studied for, waiting for you at school."
"But I'm really sick this time." Ishizu put her hand on his tanned forehead, pushing some of his long, blond hair out of the way, and felt that it was a little hot. She saw the pleading look in his eyes and, even though she knew it was probably fake, couldn't resist. "All right, but you are spending the day in bed." Malik smiled at his sister.
"Something feels off. Are you sure you just have the flu," asked Malik`s yami (Bakura and Yami are both yamis), Marik, asked in his head. He, like Bakura, decided to try and attempt to connect with his host. Unlike the other yamis, Marik wasn't connected with a millennium item, even though Malik had the millennium rod. He was born from Malik`s hatred. Marik Had spiked large, blond hair and was taller than Malik, but they basically looked the same. "You're exaggerating, I'm just sick, is all."
He turned to walk up the stairs, but stopped when his breathing became labored. "Malik, what's wrong?!" Malik's grabbed his chest and fell over. Breathing became harder with each second. As he blacked out, all he could hear were the muffled screams of his sister and his yami.
***
When Ryou awoke, he could hear two similar voices, but he couldn't quite put his finger on who they were. Opening his eyes, he saw Yugi and Malik. All three of them were surrounded by what seemed to be an abandoned city. Most of the buildings were boarded up and rubble littered the street. The air had a thick taste that made one want to spit, just to clear their mouths. It smelled like rotting vegetation. "Where the hell are we," asked Bakura.
"I don't know, but you were right, something is very wrong." The other boys seemed to notice that he had awakened and ran to his side. "Ryou, are you okay," asked Yugi in a concerned voice. "Oh, I'm okay, really I am."
"This is probably the Pharaoh's fault," screamed Bakura. Little did he know, but Marik was thinking the same thing as him, and Yami was sure that it was one of the two's fault. Now it was Malik`s turn to speak to Bakura. "Where are we?"
"I don't know. I just felt very sick. Bakura felt something was wrong. Then I fainted and ended up here."
"The same thing happened to me and Yugi." Yugi and Malik helped Ryou get back on his feet. The two boys began talking, but Ryou wasn't listening. He turned around to get a better view of the remains of the civilization they had landed in. His chocolate brown eyes brought him to the sight of an alleyway, which was lined with two boarded up buildings on each side. The alleyway was dark, but he could make out the gray wall in the back. Surprisingly, there was something darker than that shade of gray, plastered against the wall. They looked like words. He couldn't tell from there, so he got up and began walking in that direction. Malik noticed this and said, "Hey, Ryou, were are you going?"
"Oh, I just thought I saw something this way, so I thought I would investigate. I'm just going down that alley way, so you guys can stay here." Malik and Yugi just nodded and continued their conversation. Ryou walked into the alleyway and an eerie sensation washed over him. The previously thick and suffocating air became cold and when he breathed, it felt as if someone was gagging him with cotton. "Some thing's down there," Bakura said in Ryou`s head, "And your not going to like it."
"Well, what do you think is down there?"
"I don't know, but it reeks of death." A chill ran up Ryou`s spine at his words. The walk to the end of the alley seemed like an eternity. When he finally got there, he nearly screamed. On the wall, written in blood, were the words, "The Angels of Death Have Come". Hanging above the bloody message hung a rotting corpse from an old, moldy rope. The stench of decaying meat strangled his senses. An eyeless, decomposing head looked down from its perch on limp, bloody shoulders. Bakura was also shocked. "What the hell is going on here?"
"YUGI! MALIK! I THINK YOU NEED TO COME SEE THIS!"