Disclaimer: Oh, Yaaammmiiii...
*Bishiehuggler has stolen Malik's Sennen Rod and is using it on Yami*
Yami: *zombified* Bishiehuggler does not own Yugioh...
BH: *whaps him over the head* You were supposed to say 'does!' This stupid thing doesn't work! *chucks the Rod and it hits Kaiba*
Kaiba: x_X
Rants: I haven't put in Ryou-chan because that would screw up my storyline, either that or he'd be a stupid minor character. XD How can I possibly be so predictable?! I mean, first you guys (and gals ~.^) figure out that Yuugi's gonna be an angel even before I do, then you know Yuugi saved him! Well, you think so, anyway. MWAHAHA! IT MIGHT NOT BE YUUGI! IT MIGHT BE OSIRIS FOR ALL I KNOW!
Kaiba: *waking up quickly* If you don't know this stuff, how come you're writing it?
*in sing-song voice* My fingers lead me!
Fingers: *in little puny computerized voice* It's so unfair! We're permenantly stuck to her. ;_;
And now for another odd and (most likely, since I don't know squat about the English language) confusing chapter of:
Angel's Blood
By: Bishiehuggler (Fingers: Aww, man! Let's start a revolution! We need some credit, too!)
Chapter 8: Bright Lights
A gigantic golden sheet of crystal caught the power. It creaked and writhed under the extreme stress of holding the Perfect Blue spell. An iconoclasm followed as it fractured the energy into many different beams, all heading back at the angels. They screamed and scattered, but whoever Summoned that magic must have expected that. Yugioh gazed on, watching each of the white beams hit the small groups of angels, ripping them apart to their molecules. He turned his head and spotted Isis.
She had been caught, too. She had no time to act, only scream as a beam descended upon her and stripped her down to the very atoms of her being. Her tinkling, bell-like voice remained in an echo as the last pieces of her soul were deleted out of existance. Many joined her.
All was silent as the King of Games folded his wings and dove to the ground gracefully. There were quite a few ambulances on the scene, almost all full to the brim with injured bodies. Army squads and some morticians had the dirty jobs of taking the dog tags off the dead to send home to their families with a note of apology. Yugioh sighed, citizens from around the world, and for years to come, would acknowledge this as a happy time. But for all it was worth, it was far from it. Then he saw the only person who wasn't walking, being carted to an ambulance or moaning for help. A man that looked in his early twenties stood a ways away from a taxi that held a petrified driver. His mouth cover was down and Yugioh could see that his face was riddled with scars.
"Hello," Yugioh extended his hand in a formal greeting, but the man just stared at it and nodded his head. "Thank you very much for saving all of us."
"Your welcome." the scarred one was polite and detached. "You are the King of Games, are you not?"
"Yes," he was at a loss for words. How could one be so emotionless after such a frightening experiance? But then, the guy probably had his fair share of pain, as well.
The taxi driver ran up to the young man, breaking the awkward silence. "Hey, kid! That was mighty impressive, but you still owe me 20,000 yen." The said smiled openly, but the scars made it look quite sinister. Or maybe he purposely did that? He handed the driver 13,000ยด.
"You flipped your mile-to-yen ratio up, making me need to pay almost double the amount. You ought to be punished, but I shall be merciful this time." a glow under his hood caused the driver to shudder. The man threw back his hood to reveal the insignia of a third eye burning on his forhead under his dirty blond bangs. The driver grabbed the money, ran back to his car and drove away in a panic, nearly sideswiping an ambulance in the process.
Yugioh grabbed the man's shoulder and spun him so they were face to face. "Who are you, and what do you want." he glared menicingly. The man handed him the dogtag around his neck and demanded a place to stay. With identification as a human, Yugioh had no choice to comply...but he knew that the man would pull something. He would keep a definate watch on him...
*************
"Here you go, hun." Bastet purred in Sethkare's ear. The poor man had been working day and night on that boom-thingy, and hadn't been sleeping or eating much. Surprising though, was the way Isis had said that he was dragged out of the Courthouse kicking and yelling profanity in protest against working on it. Isis was lying, most likely. Sethkare wasn't putting up a fight at all. In fact, he was even infusing the boom-thingy with his most powerful, destructive magic. Oh well, Isis was dead, so it didn't matter what she had said beforehand.
She laughed silently in memory. Osiris was filled with rage, screaming curses in every language known to man and then some. It wasn't something anyone would want to hear. He swore to kill whoever put up the Mirror Force in the first place and eat their vital organs and drink their bodily fluids in celebration, then mount his head over the Courthouse.
She raced up to her room after feeding her High Priest. In her room, playing with a toy on her bed, was her most prized posession. She glomped him. "Yuu-chan! Put down that stupid thing and play!" she squealed at the top of her lungs. The doll that he dropped rolled under the bed when the small angel started struggling.
"Bastet-sama! Get off of me, please!" Lately Yuugi had this rebellious streak in him, making him quiet, sullen and uncooperative. He spent all his time either reading books on magic, or cheering Sethkare on when things got tough for him. Bastet was thrown away and trotted off, dejected, with her tail between her legs.
Walking downstairs she stopped and pondered over the doll. Sethkare was the one who had suggested it. Her little Yuu-chan, as she had begun to call him, had greatfully obliged. Now the cat-goddess was very suspicious. Yuugi and Sethkare seemed to know each other very well...She growled angrily with the conclusion. Yuu-chan must of been spending a whole lot of time with the High Priest! She thumped one clawed fist in her open paw. [AN:...hand...thing...] She now understood why Yuugi was so grouchy. It was because Sethkare must have been rubbing off on the little boy! She huffed. 'I'll have to talk to the man later.'
*************
Yugioh stretched out in the chair. Across from him was a possible deal. Money was hard stressed these days. All over the world, wages for regular citizen's seemed to lower as the war progressed. Taxes rose dramatically to compensate the cost of ammo, artillery and the soldiers' food. This country's government (along with many others) was short on cash and had advertised their need to the high-powered corporate officials. It was frightening how young this 'big-shot' really was, though. He only looked to be about eleven. He controlled a company specializing in holographical sciences. Kaiba Corp.
"Look, we're willing to give you a few hundred million and a share on our hologram patent if you just revoke the huge taxing on imports and exports for us all." the child was blunt and to-the-point, definately a stark contrast to his appearance.
Yugioh smirked, "Suppose it was out of my hands? Would you just hand the money over?"
"You know as well as I do that you're lying-"
"I thought that a silver tongue was a businessman's best friend in this world."
"You're the one who read it out in a press release!"
"Losing your temper is bad for-"
The child smirked, twisting his face to make him look more mature, "I'm the one supplying the money and giving you a chance to try our technology, if you haven't forgotten."
'Damn, I've gone too far now.' The King of Games was having so much fun picking on the kid that he _did_ forget about the benefits of this deal. A share in Kaiba Corp's patent would let the government in on the skematics of the hologenerator, giving them illusions at their disposal. Holograms, being a foreign technology for the angels, would make an excellent weapon. Now the discussion was probably closed due to his stupidity. Mistakes on this fallen angel's part had cost lives. This was another one of them.
The boy packed up his breifcase to leave. "Wait." Yugioh said, his voice firm and confident even though he knew he'd embarassed the hell out of himself. "The Japanese government will lift the tax for the money, and do one better." The boy's messy, black hair shook as he stopped. "We'll overlook only Kaiba Corporation when taxing rolls around."
"So...This means you'll tax everyone but us?" The boy pondered for a moment.
'As if he couldn't resist this opportunity.' The King of Games may have lost, but he also gained a victory on a much larger scale.
"Sure!" He looked exactly like a little boy in a candy store. Minus the candy store. He pulled a double paged contract out of his silvery, metallic briefcase. He pointed to the bottom of the first page, "Sign here."
Yugioh penned an odd signature, written in hyrogliphics rather than Japanese kanji. "Okay kid, your turn." The boy scrawled a messy signature, the ripped the two pages apart.
"Your's is this one," he handed the fallen angel the first page, "and the copy sheet is mine." His eyes narrowed, "just so you don't try anything funny." Then the kid spun on his heel and left the room. Yugioh reread the contractand more importantly, the child's signature.
'Kaiba Mokuba-san.'
Mokuba...Where had he heard that name before? Of course! Mokuba was Sethkare's younger brother when he was reincarnated by accident! The King of Games rolled his eyes. 'Shit. Now I have two people to look out for.'
**********
Whoo! Mokuba's in here. And how are the humans going to use holo-technology? I HAVE NO IDEA! How about you, guys?
Fingers: *squeaky, computerized voices* Ano...eto...
Seto: *shivers* She talks to her fingers...Isn't that creepy, Yami?
Yami: *crying rivers* AIBOU!
Seto: -_-;;; Am I the only one sane in this damn fic?
Fingers: *squeaky, computerized voices* Yup...Probably 'cause we're writing it...BWAHAHAHA!
Seto: *backs away* Umm...yeah...Don't R&R and please flame us 'cause the authoress and her...eto...fingers...have gone mental...
Fingers: Strike that, reverse it! BWAHAHA! WE SHALL RULE THE WORLD!
*Bishiehuggler has stolen Malik's Sennen Rod and is using it on Yami*
Yami: *zombified* Bishiehuggler does not own Yugioh...
BH: *whaps him over the head* You were supposed to say 'does!' This stupid thing doesn't work! *chucks the Rod and it hits Kaiba*
Kaiba: x_X
Rants: I haven't put in Ryou-chan because that would screw up my storyline, either that or he'd be a stupid minor character. XD How can I possibly be so predictable?! I mean, first you guys (and gals ~.^) figure out that Yuugi's gonna be an angel even before I do, then you know Yuugi saved him! Well, you think so, anyway. MWAHAHA! IT MIGHT NOT BE YUUGI! IT MIGHT BE OSIRIS FOR ALL I KNOW!
Kaiba: *waking up quickly* If you don't know this stuff, how come you're writing it?
*in sing-song voice* My fingers lead me!
Fingers: *in little puny computerized voice* It's so unfair! We're permenantly stuck to her. ;_;
And now for another odd and (most likely, since I don't know squat about the English language) confusing chapter of:
Angel's Blood
By: Bishiehuggler (Fingers: Aww, man! Let's start a revolution! We need some credit, too!)
Chapter 8: Bright Lights
A gigantic golden sheet of crystal caught the power. It creaked and writhed under the extreme stress of holding the Perfect Blue spell. An iconoclasm followed as it fractured the energy into many different beams, all heading back at the angels. They screamed and scattered, but whoever Summoned that magic must have expected that. Yugioh gazed on, watching each of the white beams hit the small groups of angels, ripping them apart to their molecules. He turned his head and spotted Isis.
She had been caught, too. She had no time to act, only scream as a beam descended upon her and stripped her down to the very atoms of her being. Her tinkling, bell-like voice remained in an echo as the last pieces of her soul were deleted out of existance. Many joined her.
All was silent as the King of Games folded his wings and dove to the ground gracefully. There were quite a few ambulances on the scene, almost all full to the brim with injured bodies. Army squads and some morticians had the dirty jobs of taking the dog tags off the dead to send home to their families with a note of apology. Yugioh sighed, citizens from around the world, and for years to come, would acknowledge this as a happy time. But for all it was worth, it was far from it. Then he saw the only person who wasn't walking, being carted to an ambulance or moaning for help. A man that looked in his early twenties stood a ways away from a taxi that held a petrified driver. His mouth cover was down and Yugioh could see that his face was riddled with scars.
"Hello," Yugioh extended his hand in a formal greeting, but the man just stared at it and nodded his head. "Thank you very much for saving all of us."
"Your welcome." the scarred one was polite and detached. "You are the King of Games, are you not?"
"Yes," he was at a loss for words. How could one be so emotionless after such a frightening experiance? But then, the guy probably had his fair share of pain, as well.
The taxi driver ran up to the young man, breaking the awkward silence. "Hey, kid! That was mighty impressive, but you still owe me 20,000 yen." The said smiled openly, but the scars made it look quite sinister. Or maybe he purposely did that? He handed the driver 13,000ยด.
"You flipped your mile-to-yen ratio up, making me need to pay almost double the amount. You ought to be punished, but I shall be merciful this time." a glow under his hood caused the driver to shudder. The man threw back his hood to reveal the insignia of a third eye burning on his forhead under his dirty blond bangs. The driver grabbed the money, ran back to his car and drove away in a panic, nearly sideswiping an ambulance in the process.
Yugioh grabbed the man's shoulder and spun him so they were face to face. "Who are you, and what do you want." he glared menicingly. The man handed him the dogtag around his neck and demanded a place to stay. With identification as a human, Yugioh had no choice to comply...but he knew that the man would pull something. He would keep a definate watch on him...
*************
"Here you go, hun." Bastet purred in Sethkare's ear. The poor man had been working day and night on that boom-thingy, and hadn't been sleeping or eating much. Surprising though, was the way Isis had said that he was dragged out of the Courthouse kicking and yelling profanity in protest against working on it. Isis was lying, most likely. Sethkare wasn't putting up a fight at all. In fact, he was even infusing the boom-thingy with his most powerful, destructive magic. Oh well, Isis was dead, so it didn't matter what she had said beforehand.
She laughed silently in memory. Osiris was filled with rage, screaming curses in every language known to man and then some. It wasn't something anyone would want to hear. He swore to kill whoever put up the Mirror Force in the first place and eat their vital organs and drink their bodily fluids in celebration, then mount his head over the Courthouse.
She raced up to her room after feeding her High Priest. In her room, playing with a toy on her bed, was her most prized posession. She glomped him. "Yuu-chan! Put down that stupid thing and play!" she squealed at the top of her lungs. The doll that he dropped rolled under the bed when the small angel started struggling.
"Bastet-sama! Get off of me, please!" Lately Yuugi had this rebellious streak in him, making him quiet, sullen and uncooperative. He spent all his time either reading books on magic, or cheering Sethkare on when things got tough for him. Bastet was thrown away and trotted off, dejected, with her tail between her legs.
Walking downstairs she stopped and pondered over the doll. Sethkare was the one who had suggested it. Her little Yuu-chan, as she had begun to call him, had greatfully obliged. Now the cat-goddess was very suspicious. Yuugi and Sethkare seemed to know each other very well...She growled angrily with the conclusion. Yuu-chan must of been spending a whole lot of time with the High Priest! She thumped one clawed fist in her open paw. [AN:...hand...thing...] She now understood why Yuugi was so grouchy. It was because Sethkare must have been rubbing off on the little boy! She huffed. 'I'll have to talk to the man later.'
*************
Yugioh stretched out in the chair. Across from him was a possible deal. Money was hard stressed these days. All over the world, wages for regular citizen's seemed to lower as the war progressed. Taxes rose dramatically to compensate the cost of ammo, artillery and the soldiers' food. This country's government (along with many others) was short on cash and had advertised their need to the high-powered corporate officials. It was frightening how young this 'big-shot' really was, though. He only looked to be about eleven. He controlled a company specializing in holographical sciences. Kaiba Corp.
"Look, we're willing to give you a few hundred million and a share on our hologram patent if you just revoke the huge taxing on imports and exports for us all." the child was blunt and to-the-point, definately a stark contrast to his appearance.
Yugioh smirked, "Suppose it was out of my hands? Would you just hand the money over?"
"You know as well as I do that you're lying-"
"I thought that a silver tongue was a businessman's best friend in this world."
"You're the one who read it out in a press release!"
"Losing your temper is bad for-"
The child smirked, twisting his face to make him look more mature, "I'm the one supplying the money and giving you a chance to try our technology, if you haven't forgotten."
'Damn, I've gone too far now.' The King of Games was having so much fun picking on the kid that he _did_ forget about the benefits of this deal. A share in Kaiba Corp's patent would let the government in on the skematics of the hologenerator, giving them illusions at their disposal. Holograms, being a foreign technology for the angels, would make an excellent weapon. Now the discussion was probably closed due to his stupidity. Mistakes on this fallen angel's part had cost lives. This was another one of them.
The boy packed up his breifcase to leave. "Wait." Yugioh said, his voice firm and confident even though he knew he'd embarassed the hell out of himself. "The Japanese government will lift the tax for the money, and do one better." The boy's messy, black hair shook as he stopped. "We'll overlook only Kaiba Corporation when taxing rolls around."
"So...This means you'll tax everyone but us?" The boy pondered for a moment.
'As if he couldn't resist this opportunity.' The King of Games may have lost, but he also gained a victory on a much larger scale.
"Sure!" He looked exactly like a little boy in a candy store. Minus the candy store. He pulled a double paged contract out of his silvery, metallic briefcase. He pointed to the bottom of the first page, "Sign here."
Yugioh penned an odd signature, written in hyrogliphics rather than Japanese kanji. "Okay kid, your turn." The boy scrawled a messy signature, the ripped the two pages apart.
"Your's is this one," he handed the fallen angel the first page, "and the copy sheet is mine." His eyes narrowed, "just so you don't try anything funny." Then the kid spun on his heel and left the room. Yugioh reread the contractand more importantly, the child's signature.
'Kaiba Mokuba-san.'
Mokuba...Where had he heard that name before? Of course! Mokuba was Sethkare's younger brother when he was reincarnated by accident! The King of Games rolled his eyes. 'Shit. Now I have two people to look out for.'
**********
Whoo! Mokuba's in here. And how are the humans going to use holo-technology? I HAVE NO IDEA! How about you, guys?
Fingers: *squeaky, computerized voices* Ano...eto...
Seto: *shivers* She talks to her fingers...Isn't that creepy, Yami?
Yami: *crying rivers* AIBOU!
Seto: -_-;;; Am I the only one sane in this damn fic?
Fingers: *squeaky, computerized voices* Yup...Probably 'cause we're writing it...BWAHAHAHA!
Seto: *backs away* Umm...yeah...Don't R&R and please flame us 'cause the authoress and her...eto...fingers...have gone mental...
Fingers: Strike that, reverse it! BWAHAHA! WE SHALL RULE THE WORLD!