Disclaimer: If I owned Yugioh, I wouldn't've sold the rights to 4Kids, those losers...
Dammit! I've revived Yuugi by popular demand, but now I don't know what I'm gonna do with him! I've been thinking about it all week (that's why I couldn't update).
Rants: How can Anzu like Yami when he doesn't even give a damn about her while ignoring a _cute_ guy standing right beside her, drooling puddles?! Dammit Anzu, wake up! I'd take Yuugi over Yami if I was in that situation! She even calls Yuugi "Yuugi" and Yami "Yuugi-kun!" Why doesn't she just call Yami, "Hot Sexy Bastard" while she's at it!
Anzu: *oblivious* Did you just say something?
AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!
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Angel's Blood
By: Bishiehuggler (Shi, Anzu!)
Ch. 6: The Planning (revised edition ~.~'')
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AUTHORESS' WARNING (READ OR BE DAMNED): Look, many reviewers said this was a little confusing, so I revised it a bit (and lost all their reviews in the process ;_;). It's still the exact same content, just using the names more. I CANNOT WRITE SUSPENSE! I'm sorry. I'm more of the 'action, c'mon, beat 'em up' type writer. The following are small character "anecdotes" if you wish to call them, on what they are feeling at this point in time and what they are doing throughout the war.
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Horus massaged his throbbing temples. It was a headache day, like the ones before and he could predict many more to come. He had observed the battles from the liquid, portal mirror in his throne room. Angels and humans were battling it out up north, in an American territory called Alaska. Amazingly enough, the humans could neutralize the attacks of his forces with their own. Technology had evolved drastically fom the last time he visited Earth. What a stupid thought. That was almost 3000 years ago, near the end of the royal Egyptian Dynasties. He would watch through the Pharaohs' eyes, contemplating their choices and issues. As a reward, each fair king was judged by his Father and placed on the Council immediately after being sent to Heaven. Those were the days...
He cleared away his memories and stashed them in the far corner of his mind. It was not the time or place, the task at hand being much more pressing. He needed to find a way to surpass the power of those unfamiliar weapons. He watched a battalion of strange, wheeled, metal carriages-called tanks-fire a round at his army. "Guns" were the small, mobile weapons that even those carriages used. He chuckled, it was a appropriate title. Gunn was the name some African tribe had given Set, who was masterful of chaos as well as the desrt.
He watched some angels fall from the sky, wings ripped apart by little metal pellets called "bullets." Anyone with special training could dodge the explosive effects of a fireball, but a target could only miss a bullet if they were already moving.
An idea struck him and he stiffened, thinking, exploring every aspect. He smirked as well as one could with a falcon's beak.
"When you can't beat 'em, join 'em."
*********
Yugioh watched two of the leaders debate and rolled his eyes. How could idiots like these run a country? Or, better yet, why hasn't the economy collapsed? 'Stupid fools. No respect for the innocent. For the dead.' he had endured enough of the useless dialect. It reminded him too much of Yuugi...
"Shut up!" he yelled, bile rising in his throat. "Drafting is out of the question. The lowering of the army age limits will not commence."
"Datte, Yugioh-sama," one of the men insisted, "If we fail to recruit more soldiers-"
"Enough!" Yugioh trembled. He was losing it and, frankly, didn't care. he spoke through clenched teeth. "Anyone under twenty-one has not yet lived their life." [AN: What's Japan's army age limit? Bear with me. ^.^;;;] Shadow fell across the fallen angel's face as he stood and briskly strode out of the conference room. The politicians turned, startled to see him throw the thick, ochre doors off their hinges. They ran after him.
*********
Around the corner, a young boy rubbed a rather large bump on his forehead. He shook his head, messily black hair flying all over the place. 'I've gotta stop eavesdropping,' he thought.
*********
Jounouchi was running up the phone bill again. It was the only way he survived. The public had been poisoned with too many rumors to make friends. He snorted. As if he knew the language, anyway. He now regretted falling asleep in English class all the time. Yuugi would always have to prod him with a pencil to wake him up. The blond smiled at the fond memories.
He looked down from the Parisian-style window, over the park, to the street. His brown eyes widened in shock. "Kuso." he said over the phone.
A staticy, distorted voice answered "What is it?" Jounouchi wondered if he should replace the phone.
"Fuck, Honda. Who do they think they are?"
"...?"
"Tanks! Their driving tanks down the Champs d'Elisees!"
"Well, it's not like you can control them, I guess. You just relay orders, pretend to suggest strategies..." the blond tuned out, picturing his friend counting the reasons off his fingers. Before this, Jounouchi would have taken this in stride, maybe would've socked the brunette in the face and go back to the regular routine.
There was no regular routine now, just unexpected fighting and death. He shivered at the word. He couldn't help but to get irritated at Honda's jokes. 'How can you stand for this?' he thought. 'How can you still be the same when everything else around you is changing?'
"I envy you." he hung the reciever on its cradle, leaving Honda to a flat ring tone.
***********
'He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not...' another brunette halfway around the world plucked the petals of a daisy, in her own little world, temporarily unaware of Reality, violence and death.
"He loves me not," was the last petal. It was what the past fourteen of the little, white flowers had silently told her. "Shimatta."
Anzu missed Yugioh, there was no doubt about that. He was amazing. Her eyes went starry in reminiscence of how calm and collected he had always been. 'What a guy.' The brunette frowned, her shoulder-length hair shifting slightly. After Yuugi's death, the tri-colour haired young man seemed to fall apart. She had been sad for Yuugi, same as Jounouchi and Honda, but not like her fallen angel. 'What was wrong with him?'
Anzu got up and stood to her full height of 5'3" [Jap. avg= 5'1"] and walked back to Reality. She needed to place a call to a certain leader of the world.
***********
In another place, across the ocean, in fact, was a young man walking through what seemed to be the result of a vicious, gorey battle. Blood stained the brown earth an unnatural crimson. The pungent odor of burnt flesh and rotting bodies carried loftily on the wind. Packs of scavengers native to the Savannah, like hyenas and flocks of vultures, picked at the remains of what were once men and women. They were barely recognizable now. The young man nearly gagged. Africa. He had overshot his objective and landed in _this_.
His thick leather boots kept him from feeling the bits of lacerated flesh he stepped in, but it didn't do anything for the squelching noises that came with it. He had to lift his robes to keep them from soaking up the blood like a sponge.
The young man stopped at a single body. It wasn't too badly damaged, if you didn't call having your left arm and leg blown off not too bad. His head had been smashed open by a piece of shrapnel, now lodged in the side of his head. Maybe it was from a tank that the angels had targeted successfully. The grey-pink brain oozed out, clear liquid surrounding it in a small puddle.
He furrowed his brow and shook his head vigorously. He pulled the mouth cover higher and his hood lower. [AN: Think Zelgadis from Slayers.] He blinked his brown eyes. Correction, his brown eye. Where his left eye should have been was a long scar that ran from what looked like his chin to his eyebrow. A filmy white skin covered over the soft part, sealing both eyelids together to prevent infection.
Gently, like a nurse with a weak patient, he unbuttoned the dead soldier's camouflage jacket and Kevlar vest to reveal a small, aluminum dog tag on a beaded metal chain. He grabbed the necklace and harshly ripped it off the man's neck. He formed what looked like a scowl under his mouth cover. 'Idiot,' he had discovered a small, golden cross, previously hidden by the tag. 'There is no God to help you. You should know that by now.'
He gazed lovingly at the tag. "Tenshi Tamazaki-san." A Japanese soldier. What was he doing in Africa? Was he part of those overseas squads that helped other armies? He looped the tag around his neck, tied it and laughed a hollow bark, full of sadism and irony. "You'll never become an angel. Osiris will send your soul to the Shadow Realm with many others." He stood up and made his way to the next town, to find an airport with a flight that could get him back to Japan. A reunion with the King of Games was in order.
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*Bishiehuggler walks outside of her house to find hundreds of dead bodies on the ground, staining the picket signs beside them.*
BH *to Yami M*: You idiot! I said "take care of them," not kill them!
Yami M: *whiny* But I thought that's what you ment!
BH: *police sirens in background* Shimatta! I'm gonna be arrested for genocide!
Yuugi: Hey, can I have your dictionary if you do? Yami says it's sexy when I use big words.
BH: o_O
Yami M: Yeah, go Yuugi! Give 'im a round for me!
BH: o_O
Announcer Guy (since BH is still frozen): How are the Yugioh cast going to beat Osiris? How is Bishiehuggler going to add Yuugi, Seto and Bastet into this evil mix? Who is that strange, evil-seeming young man? Find out on the next: DRAGONBALL Z!
BH: AHHHH! NO! NOT DRAGONBALL Z, ANYTHING BUT THAT! Wait...Trunks! Goten! (sp?) Get you're cutie butts over here, you're gonna be doing some cameos! R&R, flamers are gonna be flamed!
Japanese Words:
Kuso=Damn Shimatta=Shit/Damn Tenshi=Angel Shi=Die
Dammit! I've revived Yuugi by popular demand, but now I don't know what I'm gonna do with him! I've been thinking about it all week (that's why I couldn't update).
Rants: How can Anzu like Yami when he doesn't even give a damn about her while ignoring a _cute_ guy standing right beside her, drooling puddles?! Dammit Anzu, wake up! I'd take Yuugi over Yami if I was in that situation! She even calls Yuugi "Yuugi" and Yami "Yuugi-kun!" Why doesn't she just call Yami, "Hot Sexy Bastard" while she's at it!
Anzu: *oblivious* Did you just say something?
AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!
*************
Angel's Blood
By: Bishiehuggler (Shi, Anzu!)
Ch. 6: The Planning (revised edition ~.~'')
*************
AUTHORESS' WARNING (READ OR BE DAMNED): Look, many reviewers said this was a little confusing, so I revised it a bit (and lost all their reviews in the process ;_;). It's still the exact same content, just using the names more. I CANNOT WRITE SUSPENSE! I'm sorry. I'm more of the 'action, c'mon, beat 'em up' type writer. The following are small character "anecdotes" if you wish to call them, on what they are feeling at this point in time and what they are doing throughout the war.
**************
Horus massaged his throbbing temples. It was a headache day, like the ones before and he could predict many more to come. He had observed the battles from the liquid, portal mirror in his throne room. Angels and humans were battling it out up north, in an American territory called Alaska. Amazingly enough, the humans could neutralize the attacks of his forces with their own. Technology had evolved drastically fom the last time he visited Earth. What a stupid thought. That was almost 3000 years ago, near the end of the royal Egyptian Dynasties. He would watch through the Pharaohs' eyes, contemplating their choices and issues. As a reward, each fair king was judged by his Father and placed on the Council immediately after being sent to Heaven. Those were the days...
He cleared away his memories and stashed them in the far corner of his mind. It was not the time or place, the task at hand being much more pressing. He needed to find a way to surpass the power of those unfamiliar weapons. He watched a battalion of strange, wheeled, metal carriages-called tanks-fire a round at his army. "Guns" were the small, mobile weapons that even those carriages used. He chuckled, it was a appropriate title. Gunn was the name some African tribe had given Set, who was masterful of chaos as well as the desrt.
He watched some angels fall from the sky, wings ripped apart by little metal pellets called "bullets." Anyone with special training could dodge the explosive effects of a fireball, but a target could only miss a bullet if they were already moving.
An idea struck him and he stiffened, thinking, exploring every aspect. He smirked as well as one could with a falcon's beak.
"When you can't beat 'em, join 'em."
*********
Yugioh watched two of the leaders debate and rolled his eyes. How could idiots like these run a country? Or, better yet, why hasn't the economy collapsed? 'Stupid fools. No respect for the innocent. For the dead.' he had endured enough of the useless dialect. It reminded him too much of Yuugi...
"Shut up!" he yelled, bile rising in his throat. "Drafting is out of the question. The lowering of the army age limits will not commence."
"Datte, Yugioh-sama," one of the men insisted, "If we fail to recruit more soldiers-"
"Enough!" Yugioh trembled. He was losing it and, frankly, didn't care. he spoke through clenched teeth. "Anyone under twenty-one has not yet lived their life." [AN: What's Japan's army age limit? Bear with me. ^.^;;;] Shadow fell across the fallen angel's face as he stood and briskly strode out of the conference room. The politicians turned, startled to see him throw the thick, ochre doors off their hinges. They ran after him.
*********
Around the corner, a young boy rubbed a rather large bump on his forehead. He shook his head, messily black hair flying all over the place. 'I've gotta stop eavesdropping,' he thought.
*********
Jounouchi was running up the phone bill again. It was the only way he survived. The public had been poisoned with too many rumors to make friends. He snorted. As if he knew the language, anyway. He now regretted falling asleep in English class all the time. Yuugi would always have to prod him with a pencil to wake him up. The blond smiled at the fond memories.
He looked down from the Parisian-style window, over the park, to the street. His brown eyes widened in shock. "Kuso." he said over the phone.
A staticy, distorted voice answered "What is it?" Jounouchi wondered if he should replace the phone.
"Fuck, Honda. Who do they think they are?"
"...?"
"Tanks! Their driving tanks down the Champs d'Elisees!"
"Well, it's not like you can control them, I guess. You just relay orders, pretend to suggest strategies..." the blond tuned out, picturing his friend counting the reasons off his fingers. Before this, Jounouchi would have taken this in stride, maybe would've socked the brunette in the face and go back to the regular routine.
There was no regular routine now, just unexpected fighting and death. He shivered at the word. He couldn't help but to get irritated at Honda's jokes. 'How can you stand for this?' he thought. 'How can you still be the same when everything else around you is changing?'
"I envy you." he hung the reciever on its cradle, leaving Honda to a flat ring tone.
***********
'He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not...' another brunette halfway around the world plucked the petals of a daisy, in her own little world, temporarily unaware of Reality, violence and death.
"He loves me not," was the last petal. It was what the past fourteen of the little, white flowers had silently told her. "Shimatta."
Anzu missed Yugioh, there was no doubt about that. He was amazing. Her eyes went starry in reminiscence of how calm and collected he had always been. 'What a guy.' The brunette frowned, her shoulder-length hair shifting slightly. After Yuugi's death, the tri-colour haired young man seemed to fall apart. She had been sad for Yuugi, same as Jounouchi and Honda, but not like her fallen angel. 'What was wrong with him?'
Anzu got up and stood to her full height of 5'3" [Jap. avg= 5'1"] and walked back to Reality. She needed to place a call to a certain leader of the world.
***********
In another place, across the ocean, in fact, was a young man walking through what seemed to be the result of a vicious, gorey battle. Blood stained the brown earth an unnatural crimson. The pungent odor of burnt flesh and rotting bodies carried loftily on the wind. Packs of scavengers native to the Savannah, like hyenas and flocks of vultures, picked at the remains of what were once men and women. They were barely recognizable now. The young man nearly gagged. Africa. He had overshot his objective and landed in _this_.
His thick leather boots kept him from feeling the bits of lacerated flesh he stepped in, but it didn't do anything for the squelching noises that came with it. He had to lift his robes to keep them from soaking up the blood like a sponge.
The young man stopped at a single body. It wasn't too badly damaged, if you didn't call having your left arm and leg blown off not too bad. His head had been smashed open by a piece of shrapnel, now lodged in the side of his head. Maybe it was from a tank that the angels had targeted successfully. The grey-pink brain oozed out, clear liquid surrounding it in a small puddle.
He furrowed his brow and shook his head vigorously. He pulled the mouth cover higher and his hood lower. [AN: Think Zelgadis from Slayers.] He blinked his brown eyes. Correction, his brown eye. Where his left eye should have been was a long scar that ran from what looked like his chin to his eyebrow. A filmy white skin covered over the soft part, sealing both eyelids together to prevent infection.
Gently, like a nurse with a weak patient, he unbuttoned the dead soldier's camouflage jacket and Kevlar vest to reveal a small, aluminum dog tag on a beaded metal chain. He grabbed the necklace and harshly ripped it off the man's neck. He formed what looked like a scowl under his mouth cover. 'Idiot,' he had discovered a small, golden cross, previously hidden by the tag. 'There is no God to help you. You should know that by now.'
He gazed lovingly at the tag. "Tenshi Tamazaki-san." A Japanese soldier. What was he doing in Africa? Was he part of those overseas squads that helped other armies? He looped the tag around his neck, tied it and laughed a hollow bark, full of sadism and irony. "You'll never become an angel. Osiris will send your soul to the Shadow Realm with many others." He stood up and made his way to the next town, to find an airport with a flight that could get him back to Japan. A reunion with the King of Games was in order.
**********
*Bishiehuggler walks outside of her house to find hundreds of dead bodies on the ground, staining the picket signs beside them.*
BH *to Yami M*: You idiot! I said "take care of them," not kill them!
Yami M: *whiny* But I thought that's what you ment!
BH: *police sirens in background* Shimatta! I'm gonna be arrested for genocide!
Yuugi: Hey, can I have your dictionary if you do? Yami says it's sexy when I use big words.
BH: o_O
Yami M: Yeah, go Yuugi! Give 'im a round for me!
BH: o_O
Announcer Guy (since BH is still frozen): How are the Yugioh cast going to beat Osiris? How is Bishiehuggler going to add Yuugi, Seto and Bastet into this evil mix? Who is that strange, evil-seeming young man? Find out on the next: DRAGONBALL Z!
BH: AHHHH! NO! NOT DRAGONBALL Z, ANYTHING BUT THAT! Wait...Trunks! Goten! (sp?) Get you're cutie butts over here, you're gonna be doing some cameos! R&R, flamers are gonna be flamed!
Japanese Words:
Kuso=Damn Shimatta=Shit/Damn Tenshi=Angel Shi=Die