Holy Fuck guys! I am so pumped for this story! I just read a whole bunch of different Manga and rewrote a lot of scenes and plans. I won't delete old chapters because I worked hard on them and found a way to keep that aspect! Let me tell you this story just got better yet I'm changing the genre to Tragedy. It was always meant to be tragedy but with the way I was writing before, it wasn't working. I'm back baby and be ready to cry your fucking eyes out!
But most of all welcome back! Hope ya enjoy the new chapter because I had a bit of trouble writing it. Not really an interesting chapter I guess.
"Get the guns." Malik said as the helicopter got into the air. The group ran into the house. Kisara stood next to him.
"Brother. We should have hidden them. We should have isolated them somewhere. What if they're found?"
"We don't cage people up like beasts to protect them. They have lives to live."
"And we have deaths to horribly die."
He lowered his head, "We weren't supposed to live in the first place."
She grabbed his shoulder, "But we're living now. We could run away and change our names-"
"Go then." He said, "I have a score to settle and a purpose to prove. If you can forgive and forget so be it, leave. I'm not hiding away like a fucking coward." He pushed her hand away.
"...do you remember when we first began calling each other brother and sister?"
"Yes."
"You said you'd always wanted to be a big brother." She smiled, sadly, "You said you wanted to protect someone for once. You wanted family to rely on and care for again."
"Yes."
"Why? If you say you want to keep this fight then you must know I will follow you. I have to. You know that means one of us will die in the name of another." Tears rose to her eyes.
He stared at her.
"I'd give my life to you if I only knew you wouldn't waste your own. I'd be left in vain huh? You see, I have no score to settle. I have no home to return to. No place to go, no people to see. I have no purpose...except you."
Malik knew why she said this. Kisara was disowned from birth. Her parents saw her as a toy, she was considered a stray mutt on the streets of her homeland, she was now disowned by the human race as a monster. She didn't want her new 'family' to abandon her too. She didn't want to be leftovers if something did happen to Malik.
"Kisara. Kisara look at me." He said.
She pitifully looked at him.
"I am not going anywhere. You can't get rid of me even if you desperately wanted to."
She smiled, laughing.
"Now shut up this whole dying thing. Your skin is indestructible and I'm a damn good fighter. Nothing will happen. And when it's all over, we'll go somewhere warm."
Kisara clapped her hands together, "You remembered."
"Of course. Now go grab a gun while I put on a show." He quickly rushed her inside and shut the door.
The game had begun.
Bakura saw trucks appearing they traveled down the street, "Hey man! Let's watch this!"
"I have to follow orders."
He threw some money at him.
"Fine."
"Bakura?" Ryou asked.
He wasn't leaving until he knew they were.
The trucks pulled up, surrounding the house. Soldiers marched into formation, guns pointing towards the house at Malik.
"Good evening everyone!" He announced.
"Hi!" One stupid guard greeted only to be hit by one of his comrades.
Anzu came out the truck with two others, "No. 23 Mockingbird!" She screamed into a megaphone.
"You don't yell into to a megaphone. It already amplifies your voice." He stated.
"SHUT UP!" She screeched.
Everyone covered their ears. One of the other woman grabbed it from her.
"Fucking dumbass. Hi Mockingbird!" A girl with tan skin and brown hair said.
"Hi."
"We met at the games. Cassowary No. 9. I'm from the newer Egyptian branch."
"Word to the motherland."
She cheered, "Yea!" She laughed, "...You are kinda cute." She said completely serious.
"I get that often."
Anzu looked at the both of them, comically. She snatched the megaphone, "Listen, asshole! We're taking you and those idiot bastards back to the HWC!"
"Bastards?! Dumb skank!" Duke yelled from inside, "And shut up!"
"Yeah. You'll wake up the baby." Malik said.
"The baby?" Anzu questioned. Did these fuck ups actually find a baby? They were stupid enough to try but-
He blinked, "You didn't know about the baby?" He put his hand on his hips, "We'll let's show you the little thing then before we're apprehended. Yami!"
"Yea!" They heard but couldn't place where it came from.
"Show em the baby!"
A blanket flew from the roof unto the street in front of Anzu. She looked up only to gasp.
Yami stood proudly with a machine gun, "Here's the baby." He pulled the trigger. He fired at the trucks and soldiers, "HAHAHA!" He cackled.
Anzu and the other women ducked behind their truck. Malik ran into the house.
"Here comes Yami Claus, here comes Yami Claus. Right down Gorgeous Lane!" He sung.
"Duck and cover men!" Anzu cried.
Joey pulled up with a truck. The human weapons squeezed into the truck.
Akefia stopped, "Yami."
The man jumped from the roof into his arms. They got into the truck. Joey pushed his foot on the gas, quickly.
"STOP THEM!" Anzu screamed. They weren't getting away! Damned vermin. If they got away who knows they damage they'd cause. Evil bastards only wanted destruction.
She ran into the truck with the two other women.
"Follow them." Bakura growled.
"But-"
"Fucking follow them!" He yelled.
Duke looked in the rear view mirror, "Trouble."
Joey bit his lip, "What if they shoot the car?" He whispered. Joey had the ability to manipulate machines by placing half of his soul within them. The damage the machine takes though is immediately inflicted on his body.
"Then we'll have to make sure they don't get the chance too." Yami smirked, "Call em out."
Akefia tapped his earpiece, "MK come on out."
/That's Mortal Kombat, dipshit./
"Live up to your name then. We wanna see blood and guts."
/Got cha, big man!/
/Screw you, Kefi!/
Akefia ripped the earpiece from his ear, "Dammit! Fuck you Ishtar!" Him and Kisara better do their jobs right.
000
Kisara and Malik sped down the city streets. Kisara hardened her face. The fact of the matter was someone had to die at this end of this journey. Who? How many? Who would lose a life in pursuit of freedom?
She turned on her accelerator in sync with Malik.
Odds of her dying were slim. Too many circumstances to overcome. Yet, who? Which member would fall apart or even be ripped apart.
When that happened would she be ready to go on?
She glanced at Malik.
No, she wouldn't. But she'd be ready to avenge them with all her might.
"Ready for a game of catch!" Malik smirked lighting a stick of dynamite.
"Of course! Ha, so ready for this shit!"
He passed it to her then sped ahead of her. She chucked it into the sky. They continued their game til the enemy truck was right in front of them.
"Ready Sister?"
She glanced up ahead then her steel toed boot covered in glue, "Da, ready!" She slipped her feet out, propping them under her. She kept the bike steady. Then dropped the dynamite into her boot. She just had to make sure to keep the bike going at 200 mph and made it to Malik safely. She pushed her foot on the gas.
120mph...
She started to sweat. If she fucked up game over for her and everyone else.
130...
She glanced over to Malik occasionally. Her breath went haggard.
140...
Almost there. She took off her jacket and hat.
160...
She put her hair up. Made sure her griddle was tighter. She was too be as light as possible. She pulled off her dress.
Malik looked away, "That's enough Ki-"
She went for her tights next. Light as possible.
200!
"Malik!"
She backflipped off her motorcycle into the air, pushing herself away. She felt her body flung mercilessly. Like a ragdoll, if you were a homicidal doll maniac. Man, did he irk her.
She flew back, extending her hand. Malik grabbed her wrist, immediately. He tried to pull her close but the wind kept pulling her away. He slowed down some to help yet it was still a struggle.
She crawled up his arm, throwing herself in front of him. She slammed into him, placing herself on his motorcycle. He groaned. No one had slammed into him that hard since...! He shuddered.
She wrapped her arms around him, using his coat as her looked ahead as the as bike rammed into the back of their truck. Malik drove them off the nearest exit.
Joey shuddered as a colossal explosion happened behind them, making him drive faster.
"Damn how many explosives did they use!" Duke growled as the truck shook.
"Man that was a lot of gasoline and matches."
Kisara shrugged, "Good measures!"
They drove back onto the highway. The flames were big and unforgiving.
"Everything looks good from the back." The woman stated. She saw a red figure hold up their hand though in a snapping motion. She smirked, being no fool. She placed her pale thumb in between each of her fingers, pulling out a needle from each. She threw the needles into the finger right before they snapped.
"I won, bitch." She whispered as the enemy's hand fell in defeat.
"Whoa, is this a mansion!" Yami yelled
Malik stated, "My associate is well in support of our needs. Take whatever room you want. I'll issue needles in an hour." He unlocked the door.
The weapons quickly ran inside to relax.
He looked out into the dark night, "Can't stay away huh?"
Bakura sighed, "Hotels are boring." He walked into the light.
"Oh fuck you, that hotel had a pool you priss!"
"Boring."
"Should have known it. Where's the nice one?"
"His friend." He walked up the stairs.
Malik met him at the top of the stairs.
"Should I consider you a weapon now?"
"I think you should."
"Do you have a will to survive?"
"Only for the purpose of clearing my family name."
The blonde crossed his arms, "You could die at any time."
"So be it."
"Do you fear death?"
"As much as eternity."
Malik smirked, "Are you sure you want to answer with indefinite answers?"
Bakura nodded, "Problem?"
"Not all. Take your bags inside. I have to meet my associate at the door. Shoo, shoo."
He shook his head, walking into the mansion.
"BAKURA!" The weapons the cheered as they saw him.
"Gang, I'd like to introduce you to Seto Kaiba. My business associate."
The juice fell from Akefia's mouth, "Seto Kaiba is your business associate!"
"Yes. Kaiba, here is an old friend of Annabel and donor to our cause."
"It's nice to meet the people I'm working on saving." He stated.
"Uh, pleased to uh meet you. Uh sir?" Yami scratched his head. The bastard was the same age as them and he was to call him Sir. Hah!
"Thank you for funding us and helping us fight against the HWC." Kisara crossed her arms, "You may touch my cleavage when desired."
Malik frowned, "No he may not. Put those things in a shirt."
"Titties never hurt anybody."
"Not true! Shirt on."
She shrugged, going to find a shirt.
"We have quite a few things to discuss. If everyone could follow me to the conference room." The billionaire led them into a big room with an oval table in the the middle.
"I told you I wanted lavender hydrangeas for this room." Malik whispered.
"I told you they are out of season."
"You have money, make it happen. They're flowers not stocks and bonds, get my flowers." He sat across from him at the end of the table.
Kaiba took out a folder for each member at the table, giving Kisara's to Bakura for the time being, "Let's be frank. Your jobs are to destroy the HWC quarters around the world. You are to obtain their chemicals and ship them to the nearest Kaiba Corp laboratory to be tested then distributed back to you. My laboratory will try to create an anti drug to reverse the affects of Madness, InSanity and the regeneration process. This process will be turning you back into humans."
A collective gasp filled the room.
"Nothing is set in stone yet there is a possibility. You are to act as if you are still test subjects in the HWC in the other headquarters."
" We will continue fighting in the Games. For those who were not yet brought to the last unit in our branch, you don't know about the games. They are the source of fonds on the world market. We are bid on by our performance. There are four types of games: Physical presented by spades, Intelligence presented by diamonds, Co-Op presented by clubs and Cruetly presented by hearts. Everyone has a specialty once entering the games. Physical, Intelligence, Balanced and Psychological."
"Like cards?" Bakura asked.
"Yes, the source of your mother's obsession. I am specialized in Psychological, meaning I do best in Cruetly games. No one wants to be stuck in a Cruelty game."
"I am a balanced specialist. Best in Co-op." Joey said.
"I am physical all the way." Kisara walked in, leaning on the table.
Malik sighed, "We compete about once every two months. Ensures, we can fight again. Yet we need another member to make our team complete. The intelligence specialist."
Yugi raised his hand, "I don't mind."
Yami growled, "Don't get caught up with this shit! It's dangerous. Just think about it, who makes a Cruelty Game!"
"...How does one become a specialist in a Cruelty game?" Bakura asked.
"Not a topic for light conversation yet a strong stomach does help. Yet does everyone understand our purpose?"
A collective nod went around the room.
"Other brief announcements. Annabel is dead. There is no trick to this part yet she did leave a lot of resources for our escape. She also left messages for each person, explaining their purpose. This was supposed to be done days ago but hey."
"...You wasted time?" Kaiba asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Tick Tock, of course not. I spent it in preparation of something else important. Yugi." He looked at the small man, "I need you to conduct a series of tests. Experiments, if you will. I'd like to see the results of a psychological mind sweep on each weapon. I put the details in your folder."
"Of course!" He beamed. He finally felt somewhat challenged.
"Good." Malik nodded, "That's all for this meeting."
"Have a good evening." Kaiba stood up, exiting the room.
Duke flipped through his folder, "Malik, be honest. How do you know a Kaiba? They work on the black market?"
"The Kaiba family has never stated not using the black market. I know, Seto from the mental institution I worked at."
"Oh...Wait! Was he your favourite patient!" Duke yelled.
Everyone looked at him.
"Good job Duke. Piecing everything together. I accidentally met Kaiba there yet he was willing to help our cause. He already knew of the HWC and saw me fight in a game before his admission. Due to the fact he knew our little secret, something had to be done. They threw him into a mental asylum. I was sent to work there by the HWC to better my skills in Cruelty Games. Annabel saw a opportunity and created a perfect set up for a scandal. I simply put my acting skills to the test as a obsessed, lovestruck teen."
"That's why you kept going back. To plot and plan?" Kisara asked.
"Yes. It worked too. The icing on the cake was running away to get married. Something I haven't really fixed yet." He pulled the chain around his neck from under his shirt, revealing a gold band.
Akefia's eyes widened, "That's a big rock."
"I know, lavender quartz on 18 karat rose gold, diamond studded band."
They stared at him.
"Hey, I starved myself for the plan and I wanted to be recompensed for my role!" He narrowed his eyes.
"Gold digger." Yami stated.
The blonde stood up, "Oh, don't judge me! I deserve nice things!" He exited the room.
"So, you're going to do the training to be a weapon." Yugi stated, "I am going to be monitoring you during the trial tests."
"Alright." Bakura agreed.
"Trial One is simply hanging."
"Hanging?"
"Yup."
"How long will I have to be like this?" He said hanging upside-down.
"Until you scream." Yugi scribbled something on his notepad.
"...I don't scream."
"Then until you die. I'll check on you once every hour." He waved as he left.
...
Bakura sighed, "Fuck you." Long moments passed of nothing but awful hanging.
Kisara walked in the room, "Huh? Oh the trial test, da?" The woman wore sweats and her hair up in a sloppy ponytail. She apparently hated dressing up. She only did that to hide her true nature like Malik did. She was actually a very crude, vulgar woman with little filter on her opinion.
"Yea."
"Good times. Very fun experiment."
"Fun? It's nothing but hanging."
She smiled, "A new uhhh how do I say it...uh uh-perspective! Da, perspective!"
"I suppose."
"You should be glad. They changed the trial test. In Russia I had to survive a night in a deep freezer. I would get frostbite if my skin weren't strong."
He nodded which felt strange upside-down.
She smiled, sitting in front of him, "My parents did this though, more spikes though and fucking frilly dresses." She rolled her eyes.
"You been to therapy for that or...?"
"Therapy? No. I'm over it. I don't hold a grudge."
"How?"
"I don't know. Over time I realized they lost their minds. They weren't my parents. My parents died as soon as they picked up a whip and struck their only child. They didn't hurt me."
Bakura thought over it, "Forgiveness is strange."
Kisara laughed, "Da, Da Too strange!" She looked at him, "Tell me something...how was highschool? As good as the movies or no?"
"No. Awful."
"Aw man! Awful? The movies lie so bad!"
"Mean Girls never lied."
She blinked, "What's that?"
"You never saw Mean Girls?"
She shook her head.
"It's a comedy about trying to fit in with the popular during high school."
"We watch it then." The bleached woman stood up, running out the room. Bakura hung there, slowly swinging back and forth. How long had it been? Not an hour yet, Yugi didn't cone back. His thoughts were interrupted by a large thud.
"Did you bring a tv in here?"
"No this is a maxipad. Extra bulk for heavy leakage."
He didn't bother to respond.
"Lemme hook it up."
"Do you know how?"
"No." She smiled, staring at the back of the tv.
Bakura sighed, "Well match up the colours."
"I'm fucking color blind."
"To what colours?" He could probably think of what they might look like to her.
"Everything. I only see in black and white so..."
"What the hell? That's not true."
"It's rare. That's why I drink things with light colours, the rest looks like blood or something." Kisara explained, "Sunlight is very, very bad for my eyes too. I wear special contacts or sunglasses."
"Really?"
"Da, too much sun will burn my eyes. The HWC was planning on operating on my eyes but other things popped up. Like blowing it up..." She scratched her head.
Bakura thought about how to explain it to her, "Uh, the lightest colour, hold it up."
She held up the white one.
"Compare it to your hair."
Kisara held a strand of her hair next to it, "White?"
"Yea."
"Take the one slightly darker than your hair."
She held up yellow.
"Good, that's yellow."
"Yellow huh?"
"Now the darkest cord. It's red."
"Red? Like blood?"
"Yes."
She frowned, "I can see blood in it's original colour."
"Blood?"
"Ja, just blood."
"How peculiar...so you can tell that cord is red?"
"Nyet."
"Excuse me?"
She blinked, "I mean no. My bad. Just blood and HWC chips. They put them in everyone associated with them."
"To pledge loyalty?"
"No, to keep contol. The chips track you down." She grinned, "Sneaky bastards." She said, randomly plugging in cords that fit.
"You know, I can't imagine being trapped in the building you were in since childhood."
The woman shrugged, "Ten years...you grow used to being a tool of destruction. That's what we are. I don't want you being one of us." She sighed, "We are monsters. Yet your Mama...she wants it so I will accept whatever she wanted."
"You sound loyal to her."
Kisara looked down, "More than anyone would ever know." She whispered.
Lh
"Anabel. I can't do it the work is too hard. I cannot be your weapon." I said, panting.
The red haired woman scoffed, "You say that yet your vitals are fine. Your data gleams of improvement, soon I can take you to Japan."
Japan...seemed like she really wanted to go back. Did she not like Russia? Was the language hard for her? Were the cities confusing?
"My body gives out after a simple simulation."
"These simulations are on their highest setting."
"Their highest not the highest."
She looked me in the eye, "Correct. You have to get used to these before I take you to Japan for the highest."
"But how long will that take! There's no guarantee! We should just give up, there has to be another person in Russia able to do it-"
She slapped me so suddenly, I didn't even know she entered the room. I fell down, straight onto my ass.
"Are you going to give up? Become a failure! Are you going to go back to the streets like nothing ever happened!" She kneeled down to eye level with me, "You have something in you that's special. Something powerful! Something anyone who has ever tortured you, will never have!" She glared at me with her gorgeous eyes, "And if you'd give that up, you're a fucking idiot."
I stared at her, she was serious. Her eyes never lied to me like everyone else. They never gave me pity. These eyes...gave me everything I needed to continue to live. These eyes...
"Now, are you going to give up on me?" She put a hand on my cheek.
I never met anyone like her. Blunt, quick to anger, yet passionate and oh so honest.
My lips moved with little consent to say: "Never. I would never fail you like so."
My response rewarded me with a smile. Crooked yet sincere, "Good child." She brought her hand to my chest, "You have a strong heart, Katerina."
I felt my heart skip a beat. It seems impossible to fall in love by a touch but as she placed her hand above my heart. Everything became clear.
I should live for her wants and needs. And maybe one day...Affection
"Malik! The research I've been conducting is fabulous!" Yugi beamed, chasing after him. Malik did not want anything but results, "You just have to see my findings."
"Yugi, I don't want to, give me a report at the end of the project."
"Wait, I also need your data!"
The blonde stopped walking. Yugi bumped into him. Malik turned around to face him, "My data is not important to the results. I don't need a file."
"Well, that's not fair at all."
"Equality is a strange concept, no?"
"You have to Malik it is important!"
He frowned, "You have five minutes with an interview. I will discuss nothing longer than that."
Yugi happily nodded.
They walked to a room filled with flowers. Malik grabbed a watering pot.
"These are yours?"
"Yes, these are my fall flowers," He walked to the nearest flowers, "Ask away. After I finish so does this interview."
Yugi nodded, "Have you ever been psychoanalysed?"
Malik nodded, "Yes."
"Ok, good. That makes this easier. You have a blade correct?"
"Yes."
"Your blade, I've noticed he does not hate you."
"No."
Yugi his clipboard, "Peculiar."
"I suppose."
"Your hair turns black correct?"
He watered his wisteria tree, "Yes."
"Hm. Like most things when you use your deoxygenation skills right?"
"If you are suggesting I steal oxygen from my hair to turn it black, that's impossible. Hair doesn't need oxygen."
"No, I'd like to discuss your Deoxygenation power. It's strange and quite frankly puzzling."
"I simply take oxygen molecules from elements and make my body their only source of oxygen. Shifting the molecular distribution to create a new element or shape. It works with inanimate objects and living beings. I can rip the oxygen from someone's body. Leaving them with only carbon dioxide, causing fainting symptoms."
"Alright. Yet no weapons I know can do such a thing like molecular arrangement."
Malik scowled, "Well I'm not of the same generation of experimentation as you."
"What?"
"I was raised as a child to be a weapon. In Egypt, I was given treatments as early as seven."
Yugi looked intrigued, "You were a weapon before coming to Japan?"
"I was. As well as my siblings, who were technically not my siblings."
"Malik, I give you these needles from your sake."
"Papa, I hate needles."
"Hush child, you will be strong one day. You and your siblings will bring us fortune."
"I was born into the HWC. My father was a scientist for them. He worshipped his work like a cult."
"You hated him, right?"
"I loved him. He was my father and a good man before his fall. I mourn his loss."
"Malik, help me."
"Papa, there is nothing left I can do! There's no tools or bandages!" He screamed, tears flowing from his face."
The man looked at his son with lifeless eyes, "I'm sorry."
Malik howled, crying in fear and agony.
He held his head, feeling a headache, "I stayed with the HWC. Until my siblings..."
"Today's Game will be a Cruelty game! Hearts! Hearts! Hearts! And an exciting game from the Egyptian Branch! What card number will it be?!"
"Isis," Malik growled.
She closed her eyes, "Don't be so quick to our demise."
"It's cruelty! Anyone of us could die!"
"Sit and wait." She said, calmly.
"Rishid!"
"She's right."
He groaned, "I'm the only person with sanity left huh?"
"I remember I was thirteen and we played a Cruelty Game. Seven of Hearts. A sick, twisted game."
"Pick a weapon?" Rishid read off the table sign.
Malik shuddered, "What game are we-" He stayed quiet as Isis picked up a axe. Rishid taking the saw.
Did they not understand that this wasn't a normal co-op? Or did they extremely understand and accept it.
"A game meant to destroy you."
They put on the collars and sensory eye pieces. They walked into the area which resembled a jungle.
"The game has been decided! A Seven of Hearts is your card."
Isis gasped, "Seven?"
"Hide and Seek is your game! The rules are two of you are the lost souls and one the human. The lost souls will have to steal the human's gaze. Once the two make eye contact then the soul becomes the new human."
"Easy enough," Rishid nodded.
"But one more condition! I'm sure we all know vengeful souls have to be destroyed so only the Human will survive!"
"What!" Malik screamed. "You're fucking joking!"
"And the chocker around the corrupted spectres will explode in ten minutes! Begin the games! Oh and the woman can be the Humam first."
The tv went off.
Malik shook with fear, "T-there has to be a way to cheat it like the other games we've played! Right, guys!" He looked at his siblings.
Isis looked at the ground, a disturbing grin appearing on her face, "I-I really don't want to die!" She ran away.
"It forced us to hate each other."
"Open your eyes you fucking bitch!" Rishid yelled, holding the saw to her neck.
"NO!" She screamed, sobbing.
"You think I won't kill you! If you die then one of us can win!
"Do it! The game will end with a dead human who can't make anyone's gaze!"
He decided to drown her instead, bringing water to his palms. Then covering her mouth and nose.
Malik looked at them. A seven of hearts...Hide and Seek. This wasn't at all like hide and seek. This is...
"That was the first time I used the term 'Internal Hell'." He reached up high to water the flowers on his top shelf.
...
"After that...?"
"Right, continue with the madman's ramblings.
She brought a flame to her hands, striking him across his face.
"AH!" He fell off of her.
She scrambled to her feet, panting. Then at that moment met my eyes by accident. I turned and ran away. My feet carried me without thinking.
"Malik, I'm going to drown you!" Rishid yelled.
Isis sobbed, "I'll set this whole arena ablaze!"
I kept running as fast as I could. To be honest they were just a selfish man and hysterical woman, not his siblings. They turned so quickly on one another without even thinking a way out. Conceited. Conceited! Did they even deserve to live?!
No they didn't. They turned their backs on each other then would try to do the same to me! I was the only person who deserved to live! I never betrayed them. They were not my family! Damn them to hell! They deserved nothing but death!
...Wait what-
"What the hell am I thinking?" I stopped running. I was betraying them right now. I turned from them just as they did. I was no better. My family needed me and I ran. I was truly the one who deserved death.
"Rishid, Isis. I...I don't want it to end like this..." I said into the intercom, "I don't want our family to end over a game! You're the only family I have! I love you, I don't want it to end like this please!" I crumbled to the ground. I was crying like a small child who lost a precious thing.
For me that thing was sanity. Saying they deserve to die when I ran away too.
"Let's end this," I said, I walked to the giant monitor displaying the time after, "I am standing by the exit, under the monitor. Whoever wants to live, can come and become the human. I'll run after the roles transfer."
...
I heard a sigh.
"Malik," Rishid said into the intercom, "I won't be coming."
"What?"
Isis held herself, "No, me either."
"Someone-"
"So you've finally come to your senses, huh Sister!" Rishid laughed.
"Oh you hush, you weren't much better! Cracking under pressure like that, hah!" She joined in the laughter.
I started to become afraid, "Stop laughing! You have to come find me!"
"No."
"Nada."
I ran around trying to find them as the timer went to one minute, "Stop hiding from me! Someone come out! I can't be alone!" I sobbed.
"Thanks for putting us back in out place. You truly are a great brother." Rishid smiled.
"I agree. So in return for our deaths, you have to continue to live with us in mind." She wiped her tears away.
"I can't go on without you! Don't leave me, please!" I screamed, pulling my hair.
Isis slowly hummed a hymn our father sung to us as young children.
I beat the ground, as the timer beeped nearing its end.
"Love you, Malik." My brother whispered.
"We will always be there in spirit." My sister smiled.
"Salam!" They exclaimed.
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"Game Over! Congratulations to our lucky Human!"
"So as you see. I'm here today. Haunted by the sound of the explosions."
Yugi wiped the tears streaming down his face, "Malik..."
"This is my last plant. Hurry with your questions."
"...I am sorry for your loss."
"I'm sure. This interview is done, correct?"
"Almost, what did you do after that."
"...ran away. Found a job dancing. Met Akefia. And you know the events after that."
"That is your background story, huh."
Malik sat his watering pot down, "Yes, it is."
"Thank you for sharing. This will be beneficial for the data."
"I hope so. I'm not keen on wasting my time." He stated.
Yugi stood up and exited the room. That information did fill a lot of gaps in his data. Malik's charts were different than the other weapons. His stats were excitingly high yet mental stability was a shaky topic from his HWC reports. Fits of pure depression then fits of extreme pleasure in despair and hopelessness. Showed signs of post trauma and an obsession with time limits. Reasons unknown.
"So I discovered the reason why the time obsession, now just the moodswings..."
Kisara cackled, "HAHA! She doesn't even go to their school!"
Bakura grinned.
"That girl is so stupid!"
Yugi finally walked into the room after an hour, "Bakura?"
"Look who's late."
"Hello little Yugi!"
He blinked, "What's going on here?"
"Watching a movie."
"Bakura are you socialising?"
He shrugged, "I guess."
"What an improvement. Good job."
"Do I get a gold star on my chart?" He said, sarcastic.
"How did you know I kept a chart for you?"
...
Bakura took a deep breath, "Please tell me, you don't-"
"I do."
Kisara laughed, "Aw! Bakura is the baby boy in Preschool!"
"Shut up, hag!"
She laughed harder.
"Hey, I thought it was cute to mark your little list with achievements."
"Throw it out!"
"No!"
"Throw it the fuck out!"
Yugi fumed, "Your vitals must be fine if you have the ability to give me so much attitude!" He stormed out.
Bakura stuck out his tongue at the door.
"It's been 4 hours." The white haired boy grumbled.
Akefia shushed him as he watched the movie.
Kisara was sniffling.
"I'll never let go Jack~" He recited.
~10 minutes later~
"That bitch let him go!" Kisara screamed.
"There was room on the door for two." Bakura stated.
"Selfish bitch!" Akefia yelled.
"What movie is next?"
"How long do I have to stay like this?"
Akefia scowled, thinking, "24 hours."
Bakura growled, "WHY-" He heard the door open, "Yugi, I'm not doing this for 24 hours!"
"Bitch, do I look like Yugi." Malik frowned, "I'm here to check your vitals for him."
"Malik." Akefia grunted.
"Akefia."
They were in scorn again. Apparently Akefia felt betrayed, being his friend this long and not knowing a thing. Malik quite frankly didn't give a fuck if he was upset because he didn't need to know.
The blonde walked over to him. He checked his pulse.
"What? I feel nothing."
"Give it a second."
He waited then felt a thump moments later. Malik gave him a worried look.
"My heart is rather lazy."
"That's not-" He shook his head, "Nevermind." He put on the stethoscope, "Deep breath."
Bakura huffed.
Malik scowled, "Bakura-"
"That is a deep breath."
"Deeper."
He did the same exact thing. The blonde growled, "Deeper!" He commanded. He did it again, "Deeper!" He yelled.
"I can't go any deeper!"
"You're not trying! If you can't do it yourself, I'll do it!"
Kisara smirked, writing down their dialogue with impure intentions.
"Be my fucking guest!"
Malik covered his mouth and nose, ignoring his squirming, "Shhhh, shut up you little bitch." Bakura glared at him then bit his hand, "Ow!"
The white haired male panted, regaining his breath. The blonde listened to his breathing again, waiting for him to control his breathing.
"Finally, a deep breath." He said, smirking, "Alright, all done."
"Go rot."
"Keep praying and it might happen." He left, picking up his clipboard.
"Whore!" He screamed.
"Ugly!"
"Show me how you Burlesque!" Kisara sung, trying to do the dance sitting down.
Akefia was dead on the ground. Duke smirked, eating popcorn, "Westerners have such great ideas like Burlesque and strip clubs. We need more of that over here."
Joey grinned, "Shut up Duke. The girl got a happy ending!"
"Meh." Bakura grunted, "I don't think this should have had a happy ending. It's stupid how everything worked out even though so much shit was wrong."
"My little caterpillar is so pessimistic!"
"It's true!"
Bakura started to get dizzy, "Someone let me down."
"No!"
"Ugh!"
Bakura heard footsteps and opened his eyes.
"You are really red."
He heard Yugi say. His vision wasn't working right, his eyes wouldn't focus.
"Let's get you down."
Immediately after that he fell to the cold floor.
"Good job Bakura. You are a weapon most definitely or you would have died hours ago. Your training starts tomorrow. Okay? You can rest now."
He felt a blanket thrown over him.
"Sleep well." He heard the door shut and he rubbed his eyes. He saw everyone asleep around him with blanket, pillows and dvds. Kisara snored loudly, bra in hand, sleep. Bakura shook his head and lied back down, closing his eyes. So, this was his life now...meh, seemed okay.
I hate goodbyes. I hate the pain of being a slave to the inevitable outcome of separation. It hurts more than knives. Separation equals laceration. Sad, in fact, yet not unbearable. I lost someone who was special to me. Someone who kept me sane. Someone who protected me and loved me. They would be disappointed with who I am now. I'm a monster. I know this yet...yet I refuse to stop. I've come too far. I think at this point I can change fate. I can take down the 'enemy'.
Goodbye my love, forgive my sins again.