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Chapter 38

Adare's POV

Adare lead the way through Domino, a big grin on her face. Ryou had stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked cooly, and Tenchi was watching her intently. Just how she looked now, the girl knew Shira was in control.

"Why are you so excited?" she asked curiously. "I can practically see you vibrating."

Adare started walking backwards so she could face Shira as she talked to her. "Oh nothing. Just want to visit someone."

"Oh, you want to see that kid, right?" Ryou side-glanced at her, smirking. She stuck out her tongue at him playfully.

"Yeah, that 'kid'."

"You people are keeping me in the dark..." Shira chimed darkly, making an annoyed sound.

The blue-haired girl made an anime sweat drop. "Sorry. His name is Marik Ishtar."

"Oh, the guy from the Battle City Tournament? Ok," Shira smirked, then said, "Is he sexy?"

Adare's lips pursed shut and she tried to contain her laughter. However, the look that Shira earned from Ryou caused her to burst into hysterics and turn to walk normally. When she turned back again, Shira had this big goofy grin on her face at Ryou.

"You know I'm only joking!"

Ryou made a disapproving sound in his throat. Shira, supposedly acting like Tenchi, moved up to him and glomped him. She pecked him on the cheek, "You know you're the only one for me."

Ryou smiled slightly. Adare cooed, "How romantic!"

She cackled when they blushed, and faced forward again to lead them the way.

LaterThe wide steps of Domino Museum finally got closer, and Adare, Ryou and Shira were climbing them. The big, Oak doors loomed up on top, and they went through them. At the desk sat a girl the punkish girl knew too well. She smiled widely and waved, 'Hey, Ishizu!"

She looked up and smiled. "Hello, Adare. No time, no..." she looked at Shira curiously. "And who might you be?"

Shira bowed respectfully. "My name is Tenchi Suzuki, a friend of Adare. Pleased to meet you."

"An Egyptian gesture..." Ishizu murmured, and bowed the same way in return. "How did you know of my nationality?"

"Your clothing are familiar, and the tone of your skin is just right for the Egyptian sun."

Adare and Ryou looked at Shira questioningly. "How do you know all this, Tenchi?" Ryou asked slowly.

Shira paused, and Adare knew she was thinking hard on what to say to keep her cover. Then she shrugged, "You know how my great-grandad was an archeologist? When he came back home after expeditions in Egypt, he'd always bring pictures back for me. As he photographed the Ancient Pyramids and other monuments, his guides were in them as well. I saw the similarities."

Adare nodded, filled with awe inside about Shira's expertise in spinning lies. However, Ishizu looked at Shira with a hard stare of concentration. Shira looked back with an equal look of curiosity at Ishizu's behaviour. Then Ishizu smiled, breaking the link. "So what brings you here?"

"Do you know where the journal of the Thief Kichiro is?" Ryou stepped forward and asked. Ishizu looked at him, and nodded.

"Why yes. The History professor brought it back today. Bright fellow."

"Yes. May we see it?"

Ishizu frowned. "I'm sorry, but it's extremely in bad condition. And the writing is very hard to intrepet; not even I can do it, and I know every line and curve in the language-"

"Then can I at least look through the display?!" Shira blurted out desperately, earning a questioning look from Adare, Ryou, and Ishizu. Shira bowed again respectfully to Ishizu. "It's very important to me."

Ishizu looked at her hard again; trying to see something that was not visible. After a pause, she nodded. "Alright. You may see it. Do you need me to turn any pages?"

"Yes, please."

"Then follow me."

Ishizu stood from her desk and walked down the hall, to the Egyptian section. Shira moved behind her, but when Adare and Ryou made to follow, Ishizu called behind her back.

"I'm sorry, but only Tenchi may follow. I need to discuss something with her alone."

Adare stopped, and looked at Ryou; he shrugged at her. She looked back and at Shira, and she had the same confused expression toward the sudden independence.

When they had gone, Odeon walked into the room. He smiled at the blue-haired girl's familiar face.

"Greetings, Adare."

"Hi, Odeon," she smiled. "Where's Marik?"

Odeon's smile disappeared, and looked down sadly. "He's going through a hard time right now."

"Huh?" she looked at him, and wondered about her friend's condition to make him go through a hard time. "What happened?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just he's taking some medicine Ishizu had made for him, and he must never be disturbed."

"What's wrong with him?"

"No disease, I assure you," he said, although she was not reassured. "It's something that he must go through by himself. I can't explain it for you to understand, but he must fight himself and temptation."

"Temptation for what?"

Odeon paused, real worried. "...to sin. Listen Adare, I don't want you anywhere Marik while he's in this state, okay?"

She looked at him quizzically, and nodded. "Alright."

"Good. Well, I have to go. Good-bye."

As he left, a lot of things ran through her head. This is a very fucked up day, she huffed.

Shira's POV

The Egyptian girl named Ishizu lead 'Tenchi' down the hall, and finally entered a big room with Egyptian artifacts. Sarcophagi, pottery and scrolls lay in various places. But she often stared at the back of Ishizu's head, and remembered something right off the batt. Something from her past.

Isis; one of the Pharoah's Guardians.

Another reincarnation. First Adare, now Ishizu. Such a small world.

"Here it is," Ishizu said expressionlessly, stepping aside so that the spirit could look. In the glass display lay her best friend's journal, open to a random page. His writing was alien at first, but then she adapted as she remembered his every stroke. She bubbled with happiness inside. She walked up and loomed over the top in wonder. She heard a sudden click behind her, and she turned to see Ishizu locking the door the two entered through.

"What are you doing?" Shira asked, being careful to keep her voice soft and even.

Ishizu looked at her. "There's no point talking to me like that."

"Oh?"

"I can sense the darkness within you."

Shira watched the host calmly and intently. Then shrugged her shoulders with an indifferent scoff. "You're an observant one. Impressive."

"Who are you?" Ishizu demanded.

She bowed a mocking bow. "Oh, just a mere thief, I suppose."

"That's not quite an answer."

"Moondancer, and Death's Assassin, in your presence." the spirit smiled devilishly at Ishizu. She glared back.

"What have you done to the girl Tenchi?"

Shira blinked. "I've done nothing," she replied coldly, annoyed by the accusation in Ishizu's voice. "You've been talking to me all this time. Tenchi is in her soul room at the moment. I haven't harmed her, if that's what you're implying; never have, and never will."

Ishizu narrowed her eyes. "I wouldn't be too sure of that."

The yami snarled, "And what do you know, Isis?"

"Isis?" she asked, then nodded. "Ah, my past self..." she then shook her head, giving her attention to her 'guest'. "You should think more clearly. Hate and anger has it's grip on your heart, and you will eventually hurt-"

"I shall never hurt my hikari!"she roared, causing Ishizu to flinch. She continued, "There is nothing in this world or the next that will make my will turn against her. You don't understand anything; Tenchi's parents have been murdered, and her friend was slaughtered, no less," she stared at the host hard. "Now I'm her only guardian, and I am will to be so, for her safety."

Ishizu looked at her in shock. Then lowered her own head. "I'm sorry. It seems I have judged you as similar to the other spirits I have encountered. You are different, but much similar nonetheless."

Shira snorted at her comment, then her eyes widened at her. "What others?"

She shook her head. "I'm afraid that's for you to answer for yourself. But I must warn you," she reached around her neck, and something glinted gold. "You will hurt Tenchi in the future. Be cautious, because as you've said, you won't hurt her willingly. But," she took her hands back out again, clutching something. "there will be a time when you have no control."

The spirit crossed her arms stubbornly. "And who made you Ra? Nobody."

"But the Millennium Necklace has shown me."

"Ah. Unfortunately, that's not something that's going to get past me, Isis." The Millennium Circlet magically appeared slowly on her forehead. Ishizu watched, and whispered its name. The thief smirked. "So you know."

Shira didn't want to waste her time anymore. She turned around and loomed over her best friend's journal. Her mouth twitched, and smoothly spread and curved, smiling demonically. She raised her hand high.

"What are you doing?" Ishizu cried as Shira's hand shot and crashed through the glass. She retrieved the journal and closed it. Blood ran down her hand and onto the book, but she felt nothing but triumph. She kept her back to Ishizu.

"This does not belong in a museum," the yami replied. "If anyone has a right to read and possess this, it's someone who had a friendship with the author. And that someone is me."

"You can't do this!"

"Watch me."

Ishizu made a run for her, but Shira turned around to meet her. Her Millennium Circlet glowed an eerie yellow, then crimson. A shockwave emitted from it, and Ishizu was blasted from the spirit's path. She crashed into the wall and fell to the ground, gasping. Shira smirked, bowed mockingly again, and when she straightened up, made a salute. "Apologies, Isis," she spoke in Egyptian. "But it's my time to depart. Have a nice day!"

And she broke into a run to break for it.

End of Chapter

Bakura: Haha, something tells me that your computer didn't go to your favour last night.

Vixen: You finally got that right, grandpa. -.-

Bakura: -eye twitches- Why, you little insignificant-

Shira: Lay off. She's just sleepy.

Bakura: That's no excuse!

Star: Apparently she sleep-walked, too.

Shira & Bakura: O.o

Vixen: Yeah, I haven't done that in a while. I was speaking Polish to myself, and my mom heard me. I have no memory of it though.

Bakura: So... you were actually bickering with yourself?

Vixen: -shrug- I guess so. Sad thing is, I speak better Polish while I'm asleep DX

Bakura: -falls back laughing ass off-

Star: Urm... hope you liked the chapter! Vixen sends her love, teehee!