R Amythest: YAMI BAKURA FANS, GIVE A CHEER! HE'S GONNA DO A PART, AND IF HE DOES IT RIGHT, HE GETS LOVE SPRAY AND IS THEREFORE ALLOWED TO BE CUTE AGAIN! READ ON!
Yami Amythest: *sweatdrop* she needs an anti-hyper spray. . . and no, she doesn't own YuGiOh, although in this state, maybe she'll attempt to. . . *sweatdrops as R Amythest goes off with a ax, heading toward Kazuki Takahashi's house*
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I was right. The Winged Guardian of the Fortress wasn't the only obstacle- because, like Bakura had said before, this place was loaded with stuff. ARMOR stuff. And heck knows I couldn't take all of them at once.
We all tried to defeat them. Magest with his magical staff, blowing back the opposing side, Relene, although she ran out of magical energy, was fighting the best she could with spell bottles, Myst chanting spells, and I was destroying what I could with my sword. We barraged them with attacks, keeping them away from us for as long as possible so we could get Bakura and get out of here. . . but there were too many.
"There's too many!" I shouted out loud. "We have to get out of here!" Relene and Magest started to levitate out. I tried to levitate, too, but then I saw Myst, who managed to free Bakura and was pulling him towards me. I grabbed one of Myst's hands, and Bakura held the other, and together, we flew.
Alas, it couldn't be that easy. (Though I wish it was. . .) There was a sudden searing of pain at my back, and I cried out. The Summon Skull took advantage of my shock and gripped my foot, dragging me down. I let go of Myst- maybe she'd survive. But Bakura and she just dipped back down and started a tug-of-war with the Summon Skulls. I was the rope.
Unfortunately, we were no match for Crygif's spies, and although I could feel Bakura flying backwards as powerfully as he could, a whole club versus one was really unfair. (Myst couldn't fly, so she didn't help.) He yelped and was pulled forcefully from the air, crashing into Myst, who fell on me.
A net was tossed over us, and I struggled upwards, because of a bone I think I broke while landing on the hard cement floor. I fingered my arm gingerly and vaguely wondered if Bakura had healing items for more than just cuts. Glancing over, I realized that wouldn't do me any good anyway, since he was unfortunately knocked unconscious. Myst rose beside me, holding her lip, which was bleeding. But it seemed that Bakura still took most of the fall, considering Myst was halfway lying on him, and my (twisted) ankle was on top of his knee. I ushered Myst off. "And I thought I had it bad," she murmured. I sighed. I cared about him, too, but I seriously needed to get that Goblin's Secret Remedy; it'd help us all.
The Summon skulls were talking on a cell phone, so I took the moment to gently turn Bakura over. He muttered something, presumably English (sure I took it as my foreign language, but I only know the basics!), and flinched slightly. Sighing, I searched the robes around his waist for anything that felt like a bottle. Nothing. I felt along his arms, to see if he kept anything up his sleeve (literally.) I felt a small bottle. Tugging on the sleeve so that it billowed out (like it was on the card,) a small bottle tumbled out. Just what we were looking for. I opened it, removing one of the gooey leaves. "What the heck is that?!" Myst asked.
"Goblin's Secret Remedy," I replied, gesturing for her to turn her head towards me. I had no clue how to use this on places that couldn't be wrapped. . . But I guessed and wiped some goo off of the leaf, dabbing it on Myst's lip.
I froze. My finger. . . was on her lip. . . this is the same as if she kissed me. . . I gulped and managed a small, insane smile as I withdrew my hand, staring at the spot my finger touched. It healed; that was good, but I still felt giddy.
I was snapped out of my thoughts as I heard a cough behind me. I scooted carefully around so as not to hurt my ankle or arm. (Thankfully, the injured arm was my left.) I eyed Bakura over and was relieved to see the only other injury he had was a long cut across the wrist. Wait, long cut across the WRIST?! I fingered the cut, and it was dry. It was rather old, and it seems that it was healing, and the fall must've made it bleed again. I sighed; I didn't like where it was pointing, but I removed part of the leaf and applied it, ripping off a small part of my sleeve to use as a bandage.
Bakura's eyes suddenly snapped open when I applied the bandage, and he stared at me with a terrified gaze. Then his expression suddenly changed; from an innocent, frightened look to a dark, sinister one. "Don't you dare tell anyone!" he ordered, his voice suddenly sandy and rough, the British accent gone. "I'll kill you, pharaoh, if you do!" The look disappeared, and he looked sorry he said that. . . did he say that? It wasn't like him. He sighed and looked away. "Sorry Yugi. . . don't tell anyone?" I gave him a reassuring smile and wrapped up the bandage.
Myst's face looked confused, then registered a look of understanding. "Oh. . . I see. I won't tell."
"Neither will I," I complied. "By the way, got anything for bones? I took quite a fall. . . I think I broke my arm and sprained my ankle. . ."
"Yes, actually, I do. . ." he reached in his other sleeve and pulled out another bottle. "In Magic Village, Dian Keto[1] the Cure Master gave me this himself." It was a small blue bottle, labeled 'cure 14238 growth.' He gestured to me, and I held out my arm. He opened it, and instead of a liquid, it was a gas-like form. . . sort of like the knockout gas. He seemed to sense my worry and replied with, "Don't worry. It helps fractured and broken bones seal together again." After the gas dissolved into my arm, he took it down near the ankle, where my ankle absorbed it. After a few seconds, both places felt a lot better. It seemed to heal sprains, too.
"Okay, okay, so you've healed. ON TO DUNGEON 2!" Leafe Haverel roared, tying up the net and dragging us behind him.
"Allow me," sneered a Summon Skull. He tossed us over his shoulder and carried us. This was more painful, and it didn't help for the fact that I was on the bottom. But maybe it was better, because if Myst were on the bottom, her lips would be touching my butt. . . My mind both liked and hated this idea. Not that I wasn't practically kissing Myst's back now. If Bakura were on the bottom. . . well, let's just say he doesn't need another reason to be depressed.
We reached Dungeon 2, it seems that it's just the dungeon that all our friends were sent to. Including Harp. We were dragged inside, and an empty prison door was opened. Our net was opened and somehow, I fell out first. The Witty Phantom grabbed me by the shirt collar, looking at the prison door. I gulped. I inanely noticed that everyone was chained just like in one of my earlier visions. . .
I was roughly slammed into the prison, sent reeling back. The witty phantom chained me, and took my staff. I waited until he left, then I summoned it into my hand. Nothing happened. ANYONE HEAR ME?! Leafe gave me a look. "If you're trying to use mindlink, it won't work. Crygif's gotten smarter."
"Then how'd you know I was trying to use mindlink at all?" I asked.
"Experience," he replied, "I saw the look on your face."
I groaned and tried to slide down the wall, but the handcuffs restricted me. "Crygif's too smart of an enemy. . ." Myst was thrown next to me, and also chained. She struggled but ended up almost breaking her wrist. She yelped softly, then stopped and gave me 'the look.'
"If we're trapped. . . at least we're trapped together. . ." she murmured quietly. Bakura, with a de-spell behind him to lead him, was also chained. He gave a small sigh before leaning back and half-sleeping. When the witty phantom left and mumbled something about an 'easy win,' his eyes shot open, and grabbed the cuffs by the small chain into the wall. Then he kicked against the wall, tugging at the chains.
"What. . . are you doing?" I asked, startled by his lashing. He was usually so quiet and withdrawn. . . I never thought he'd be able to even throw a decent punch! Was prison getting all of us into insanity? Or was it the concussion from earlier?
"I'm trying. . . to get. . . the chains. . . out. . . of. . . the wall. . ." He stopped for a moment and panted. He looked back at the cuffs and was happy that about an inch of chain was out. "I found out that they have about two feet of chain in the wall. They have a machine behind us to operate it, but if you tug hard enough," he gave another hard tug, releasing a small bit of shackle, "you can release some. I found that you need to pull really hard, though." He started to thrash again.
"Um. . . I know I should mind my own business. . . but your wrists are starting to bleed," Myst said timidly.
He stopped for a moment and turned to look. Some emotion flashed across his face for a moment. "So they are. . . all for the better," he whispered almost inaudibly.
"What?" Myst gave him an odd look.
He gave Myst a cheerful look. "Never mind it. . . I'll fix it up when we get out of here. . . my theory is that when the chain is completely out, we can pull it completely from the machine." He turned around (he had enough chain) and grabbed the chain, kicking against the wall. I gave Myst a look that clearly said, "He's going hysterical!" Myst nodded, and she turned to the other wall. She maneuvered a bit so she was facing it. She gave it a kick, and another. It seemed to be a type of code or something, because it was almost in a pattern. She stopped, and there were a few taps from the other side. She listened attentively, then replied. The other side was LOUD this time.
"Duh, Harp. We're all chained," Leafe said out of the blue. Myst gave him a glare, then started kicking again, VERY loudly. "Ha, ha, Myst, very funny. But too bad, I'm NOT shutting up."
"What's up with those two?" I asked him.
He made a face. "Morse code."
"What'd they say?" I inquired, watching Myst tap very softly. The place was silent except for Bakura's panting.
"From the beginning? Myst said, 'Harp, help us, your 'little precious Ryou' is going crazy!'" he smirked. "Harp replied, 'WHAT?! Is he the one making the noise?!' Then Myst kicked, 'Yeah. . . can you get over here and check?!' So Harp shout-kicked, 'I'M BOUND TO THE WALL, HOW THE HECK DO I GET OVER?!'" He stopped for a minute to try to remember. "I added the comment, and Myst stared daggers at me and screamed, 'TELL LEAFE TO SHUT UP!' which I did not listen to, and then the soft thing Myst tapped was. . ." his face got all emotional, which I've never seen Leafe do.
Then the dungeon door was slammed open, and the witty phantom shouted, "SHUT UP YOU BIG FAT @#$%^$^#@%^!!!!!" Leafe glared and tapped the wall. Myst giggled.
"That tapped stuff means, same to you, cat-in-the-hat."
Yet amongst all the commotion, I wondered how Myst knew Morse. Not because this is a different world, but because Myst and Harp knew it. . . Harp's cause was simple, she was a messenger, but Myst. . . she told me she got people to join our side. . . why and how did she know Morse Code?
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[1] sorry, I don't have that card, and I have no clue how to spell it. (I didn't buy a starter deck XP)
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Oh yeah, one more thing, this is something I'm writing. Well, more like a plot bunny, but I really like this one. So instead of waiting for me to get around to it, I will be working on this immediately if enough people like this. It's a one-shot, kinda goes with 'Pikachu's Goodbye' from pokemon. I was singing it to myself on the car on the way back home from Maya Kaiba's house (I went there from July 3-7) and when I got to the line(s), "It's for the best, I know it. Who would've thought that you and I…? Somehow someday, we've got to say… goodbye." (Can I call it a songfic? Just sing it while you're reading- enhances romantic/angsty experience) It really made one of my little buried inspirational freaks pop up and expand. So this scene was written while I was bored stiff during a 10-hour drive after a nap! -_-;;; but I swear, it's good, even *I* liked it, which is rare for my plot bunnies. (Hence, I have around 5 one-shots written ^^;; instead of 20.) No, I mean *REALLY* liked it, like my 'True Reality' that I sent in for Chibizoo's contest. Coming to think of it, maybe I like this more. But, deadline's approaching and I'm a lazy authoress. So, just vote in your review: bad, okay, good, very good; add comments and maybe some little random ideas that pop into your head about this, and I'll see what the overall results are! (I also asked some of my penpals and placed a forum subject about it… ^^;;) Title subject to change, send in a suggestion.
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Warnings: shounen-ai (Malik/Ryou,) character death, profanity, angstyness!
Briefing/prologue summary thingy: Two years ago, Ryou left for Tokyo U, despite Malik's protest (with a little egotist joke on Malik, hence the part of the letter.) Ryou promised he'd come back after he graduated, but a few days ago, he caught what he assumed was the flu. But soon it was thrown out of proportion, and the doctors said that even if he survived, he would be crippled for life. Ryou's heart is wavering at his decision- one that would break his promise, to die… and Malik makes it to the hospital, but too late to be with his love once more…
--------------------You Never Said Goodbye------------------
Malik slowly opened the door, tension in the air. He took silent steps toward Ryou's lifeless body. "I'm too late," he whispered. He stroked his pale, thin arm softly, running a finger down Ryou's silken skin. His hand brushed against something hard. Malik stopped and looked at Ryou's hand. His hand was around a piece of paper, a pen wedged between his thigh and the bed. Malik gently removed the note. It was almost illegible -- there were parts where the ink stopped flowing, and it seemed that the writer was incredibly poor at hand-eye coordination. But what caught his attention the most was the long trail of ink from the last letter to the side of the page. He died writing this! Malik realized with shock. Carefully, like it was a priceless artifact, he slowly put it on the counter and took another piece of paper, and started decoding the note.
Malik-chan,
I'm sorry, I have to leave, and this time, it IS my fault. Gomen nasai, it seems I'm the egotist. I broke my promise to live a better life/afterlife. Hopefully my heart will be lighter than the feather- even with this guilt. Can I ask you for you not to forget me? As long as you do that, I can watch over you as a spirit. But I have no right to make you promise, since I broke MY promise myself. But I beg of you, onegai, to keep me in your heart.
~Tenshi (demon?) R~\
The last word wasn't finished. Ryou, Malik thought. An anger that was hard to understand boiled inside him. The slight, peaceful grin on Ryou's face let it all lose.
"DAMN IT YOU BASTARD!!! YOU PROMISED!!! YOU SWORE!!! YOU SAID YOU'D COME BACK TO ME!!!! WHAT'S SO FUNNY, HUH?! DID YOU WANT ME TO BE HEARTBROKEN?! SOME KOI YOU ARE!!! AND... you... never... said... goodbye..." Malik's voice gave way to sobs as he collapsed onto the bed, arms wrapped tightly around the pale boy's waist, his head found its way into Ryou's limp arms. "and... and... I'll never find anyone else like you."
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R Amythest: Ummies… *sniff* it almost made me cry. I love the paragraph where Malik shouts! Just FYI, the current results are:
Bad: 0
Okay: 2
Good: 1
Very Good: 3
But, I have yet to check that forum, so it might change. Um… am I getting into the habit of adding extras all the time?
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R Amythest: Yes, a Yami finally made his appearance! *dances* It leads up to da. . . SEQUEL! And yeah, the last scene was from the bonus thingy.
Ryou: okay, first I almost starve to death, then it's revealed I'm suicidal, and NOW I get a CONCUSSION?!
R Amythest: ^^;; *nod, nod*
Ryou: *GROAN*
R Amythest: *sighs* fine, Yami Bakura, for being in here and actually acting it out correctly, you can be attractive again. *sprays on Love Spray*
Sailor Millennium *pops up out of nowhere* YABAKU! *GLOMP!*
Yami Bakura: ^^
R Amythest: I prefer my own li'l' tenshi! *glomps Ryou around the waist, burying head in chest. . . you know, the romantic way when you say the stuff about the heartbeat?*
Ryou: *sweatdrop* at least she's not half-choking me.
R Amythest: ^_______________________________^ REVIEWWWWWW!
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