Of Things Created

Chapter 7

Malik walked through the shadow realm, putting all his senses into finding where his yami was.... He was using this dimension to sense his Yami's presence in the other dimension quicker. The time flow was different here, longer, however, so days, weeks, sometimes-even months could slip by while it seemed only a few minutes inside here. There, he turned, he sensed it, the connection.... Malik started to walk towards it.... He soon came out into a dark room that looked like some lab, it was now night, and an egg sat in front of himself on a pedestal. He felt Yami Malik's spirit inside of it carefully and quickly, Malik grabbed the egg, and slipped back into the shadow realm. Just as he did, Yami Malik's spirit stirred uneasily inside the egg. A fine line formed slowly on one side of the egg. Malik started to run for another area of the shadow realm, Domino City, Japan. The egg's shell gave a mighty heave outward, forming a small hole, a small head poked out from it. Little, seemingly all black eyes blinked, little noise sniffed, and the ears pricked up. Malik stopped dead still staring down at what he held in his hands. He could sense it was Yami Malik.... But, renewed, innocent and utterly.... Child- like. Yami Malik struggled against the shell, unable to open it enough now to get his hands out to break out the rest of the way. Malik broke only enough to where Yami Malik's little clawed hand came out, and tore away the eggshell. Soon, Malik was freed from the egg, he had a slightly fluffy tail that was longer than his body even, at least twice as long. A small, black nose, pointed ears, clawed hands and clawed cat- like feet. He had white fur covering his entire body and was giving off cries from being uneasy about being inside the shadow realm. "Don't worry we'll be out of here soon.", Malik said, putting his yami inside his shirt, right against his chest.

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They immerged inside another darkened room.... Only this one had a few lights, and looked like a basement. Malik walked over to an elevator, and pressed for the first floor. Soon, the elevator dinged it's arrival, and the doors opened up, Malik stepped out into a very sunny room, with very decorative wooden floors stretching out before himself, he walked through the small room, and out right at a desk. Standing, and staring at him was Seto Kaiba. "All right.... Um... Would you like to explain how you ended up traveling here through the shadow realm?", Seto asked.

Malik slowly pulled his Yami out from his shirt, detaching the obviously hungry mouth from his tit, and holding him carefully for Seto's inspection. "Another yami turned demon, huh?", Seto sighed, as though it'd become commonplace.

"Who's yamis?", Malik asked.

"Yugi's and Ryou's... Only.... They weren't as quick to get here as you were.", Seto said, "May I see?",

Malik handed his yami to Seto carefully, who looked at the little blinking eyes. "Hello there little guy, I won't hurt you.", Seto whispered, "Let's see.... Ice- demon, pure white, newborn, very healthy.... Whoa! Undeniably male with that thing....",

"Here.... 89 sounds like what type of formula he'd need.... Here, you'll need a lot of it.... They are the smallest to start out with... But they grow very big, very fast. Seto handed Malik at least forty- nine bottles of blood with forty- nine containers of formula. "Mix one of these with one of these, and trust me he'll drink them all in about two weeks by then he should be about three fourths the size he'll become when fully grown.", Seto explained, "You should go see Yugi, since he's been the one studying this stuff the most. Here, almost forgot, got to keep these little things nice in cool during these warmer months.",

Seto handed him a couple icepacks, some towels and a basket. After carefully sticking Yami Malik inside the basket in between the icepacks, Malik headed off for the Turtle Game Shop in the downtown area.

End Chapter: There you go Malik, and Yami Malik are now added to the story for those whom requested it! Now, tell me what do you think so far.