Kit: At last... the long awaited chapter 22!!! What was Yuugi's
master plan? Now you get to find out!
Yami: This chapter stinks.
Yami Bakura: Yeah.
Yami Malik: For sure.
Tea: Well, she was listening to Yu-Gi-Oh! Music to Duel By while she wrote it.
Yami: So?
Tea: That makes her write weird things.
Everyone: Ohhhh.
Ishizu: We'll have to un-get her that for Christmas.
Serenity: That doesn't make sense.
Kaiba: Kit does not own YGO. Kit wishes she owned YGO. There, get it, got it, good. Do I ever need to do it again?
Kit: YES!!! Kaiba-sama! ::hugs him:: The only way I'll like you is if you do everything I say!
Kaiba: ::gulps:: Yes, master...
July 10, Friday, 6:20 A.M. - The park
What am I supposed to write?
Hello. Hello. Hello. Whatever.
Why did I let Yuugi trick me into this?
I'll do it the corny way they do it on TV.
Dear Diary. Man that's formal.
Hi. This is Yami for the first time. Yugi leant me his diary and told me to write my feelings in it for this one time. So now I'm sitting on a bench in the park, watching kids and their parents play on the playground and some moron yell at the hot dog seller for forgetting to put mustard on his hot dog.
I don't know what to write, I don't know what to write, I don't know what to write...
Whatever. I'll write about what happened the other day. Yuugi promised not to read this page so it's okay if I put it down.
Well, I was trying to get Yuugi to let me eat Fruit Loops but he wouldn't let me. Yami Bakura came in and said, "Oh my, my dear Almighty Pharaoh, can you not convince your hikari to give you something to eat? Must you humiliate yourself by eating the crumbs off the floor like the fellahin?" Which means peasants.
Ra, he's annoying. We were best friends back in Egypt, the three of us. Meaning Yami Bakura, Yami Malik, and me. What happened? I was wondering what I ever did to make them hate me so much. Well, I found out.
I bumped my head coming out from under the table and said, "For your information, Most Impertinent One, my actions are merely my expression of fun. At least it's better than yours, you who must play Tiddlywinks at midnight to bemuse yourself."
That got on their nerves. What can I say? It was truthful.
Yami Bakura told me to get a life, and then started talking in Egyptian. I knew Yuugi had no idea what he was saying, but here it is:
"You were born as royalty. Your idea of fun differs greatly from ours. You had the golden life. Privelege, power, wealth, everything a heart could desire. You even had love." He was looking at Anzu while he said that. Thank goodness she didn't know what he was saying. "But what did we have? While you lounged in the lap of luxury, the economy soared because of the efforts of the common laborers, not because our leaders were doing anything worthwhile!"
So now I figured out he had taken this opportunity to tell me what a terrible pharaoh I was. I answered scathingly, "That was under my father's rule! I didn't become Pharaoh until I was sixteen!"
"And when you did become king, you didn't do anything to improve the conditions, did you?" Yami Bakura said with crossed arms.
"Well, I tried! It's not my fault the High Priest and the Viziers kept trying to kill me and wouldn't support any decisions I made! I was a little busy!"
"But you weren't too busy for your girlfriend!"
"SHADDAP! At least I wasn't running around robbing tombs of ancient pharaohs!"
Yami Malik decided to add his two cents. "You wanna know something, Pharaoh?" he said. "What ELSE were people like us supposed to do? We were at the lowest end of the chain. We couldn't even get jobs because we were deprived of an education, and we never got to learn our fathers' trades because they both died before we came of age! We HAD to resort to stealing. Your father wouldn't take pity on anyone, no way, no how!"
I was angrier than I could ever remember being. "Yeah? How come you didn't lash out on me like that when we were in Egypt, huh?"
"Because you were a prince," Yami Bakura hissed. "To harm a prince in any way, physically or verbally, meant the death penalty."
"But since we're no longer in Egypt, I don't think I'll be struck dead if I tell you exactly why we were your friends in the first place." Yami Malik looked beyond reason.
"What the heck -" Yami Malik interrupted me at that point.
"You've always been so gullible. All we had to do was pretend we didn't have any hard feelings for you, and you totally bought it! We got what we wanted - favor with your father, a home, good food, everything! And we kept it until we could endure playing nice guy with you no more."
"... What are you saying?"
That was when he said the one thing that broke me in two.
"We never liked you for you were! We liked you for WHAT you were - a prince! We USED you!"
I fell completely out of breath. Even Yami Bakura looked stunned. I had eyed only for Yami Malik. He was glaring at me, but he actually looked a bit pale. What had he really been thinking? Did he mean that?
They used me.
I tried to keep the tears from flowing, but flow they did. I must have looked so pathetic. Thank goodness Seto Kaiba wasn't there. I would never hear the last of it.
Everyone was silent, even those who didn't know what he had said. Back in Egypt, their friendship had meant everything to me. All my friends are important to me. To think, I totally counted on them for the best part of my former life, and it had all been a lie!
I started speaking very low. "Well, I hope you're satisfied," I said quietly. "You succeeded. I thought I could trust you. I guess I'm lucky you two never thought to poison me, because if you had asked me to drink poison I would have done it - for you."
Then Isis stepped in. She glowered at Yami Malik and said, "Coro sr mana ll a-pur jurhun ill nach kai`ran khered naa Yami." (a/n: That is not really Egyptian except for the word khered which means child - sorry, I had to make it up.) That meant, "Look at those big, ruby eyes so injured on the face of an innocent child like Yami."
The othe two didn't say anything, so I did.
"Just let it alone, Isis. It's about time they told me what they really think of me. Let's hope our paths just don't cross again, they obviously hate me and I don't need to deal with this kind of persecution."
"We don't hate you -" Yami Bakura actually sounded sincere, but I was glad Yami Malik stopped him. I couldn't take any more lies.
"You and your martyr-complex!" Yami Malik snarled, as if I was a door mat just begging to be pounded on. "Why don't you curl up some place and die? You'd sure be doing us all a favor if you did!"
"Right back at you!" I yelled. "You two need a reality check! You can't blame ME for all your problems, it isn't like there was anything I could do about them! Yes, I was pharaoh. Yes, I had power. And YES, I HAVE A LIFE OF MY OWN TO WORRY ABOUT! I tried to help as much as I could, but I had to deal with people like Set and such trying to take over the world! How can you expect me to do so many things?!"
The look on my face must have said, "Please keep crushing my self- esteem. No, really, go on. It's my pleasure."
"You only care about winning duels!" Yami Malik said.
"You only care about your aibou and your close friends, no one else matters to you!" Yami Bakura added.
"AND YOU ONLY CARE ABOUT YOURSELVES!" I screamed. "I would rather die a THOUSAND times than listen to ONE MORE STUPID WORD from a couple of idiots like YOU TWO!"
And then everyone stopped talking again. I was so upset, I hardly noticed when Yuugi put his hand on my shoulder.
"Give it a rest, Yami," he said in his soft, sweet voice. "It's okay. Whatever they said, it isn't true."
I didn't want to let him see my cry any more, so I returned to the Sennen Puzzle.
When I finally came back out (which was approximately fourteen minutes and forty-two seconds ago), Yuugi filled me in on what happened when I left. Yami Bakura and Yami Malik went outside, yelling at each other. I wonder what happened that made them so angry at each other. I thought they hate me.
Scratch that - I know they hate me.
That's what happened. It does kinda feel better to get that off my chest. I just can't believe it.
They used me? Our friendship felt so sincere. We were always helping each other. You know, like... emus and zebras or something. Peanut butter and bananas. Cookies and milk. SUVs and tickets.
If I could have one chance to tell them what I think, I would say...
There's a shadow across the paper.
Be right back.
\\PPPPPPP// - This is a sketch of me when the person who the shadow belongs to came up behind me. I'm not that bad of an artist after all.
Kit: Today's kawaii piccie was an excerpt from the manga that shows a surprised Yami looking down!
Tea: Down sad or down below?
Kit: Both, actually.
Yami Bakura: ::ahem:: REVIEW OR I WILL TEAR YOU IN HALF!
Kaiba: REVIEW OR SHE'LL KILL ME! *looks scared*
Yami Malik: REVIEW OR I'LL CONTROL YOU AND MAKE YOU REVIEW!
Yugi: Um... please?
Yami: This chapter stinks.
Yami Bakura: Yeah.
Yami Malik: For sure.
Tea: Well, she was listening to Yu-Gi-Oh! Music to Duel By while she wrote it.
Yami: So?
Tea: That makes her write weird things.
Everyone: Ohhhh.
Ishizu: We'll have to un-get her that for Christmas.
Serenity: That doesn't make sense.
Kaiba: Kit does not own YGO. Kit wishes she owned YGO. There, get it, got it, good. Do I ever need to do it again?
Kit: YES!!! Kaiba-sama! ::hugs him:: The only way I'll like you is if you do everything I say!
Kaiba: ::gulps:: Yes, master...
July 10, Friday, 6:20 A.M. - The park
What am I supposed to write?
Hello. Hello. Hello. Whatever.
Why did I let Yuugi trick me into this?
I'll do it the corny way they do it on TV.
Dear Diary. Man that's formal.
Hi. This is Yami for the first time. Yugi leant me his diary and told me to write my feelings in it for this one time. So now I'm sitting on a bench in the park, watching kids and their parents play on the playground and some moron yell at the hot dog seller for forgetting to put mustard on his hot dog.
I don't know what to write, I don't know what to write, I don't know what to write...
Whatever. I'll write about what happened the other day. Yuugi promised not to read this page so it's okay if I put it down.
Well, I was trying to get Yuugi to let me eat Fruit Loops but he wouldn't let me. Yami Bakura came in and said, "Oh my, my dear Almighty Pharaoh, can you not convince your hikari to give you something to eat? Must you humiliate yourself by eating the crumbs off the floor like the fellahin?" Which means peasants.
Ra, he's annoying. We were best friends back in Egypt, the three of us. Meaning Yami Bakura, Yami Malik, and me. What happened? I was wondering what I ever did to make them hate me so much. Well, I found out.
I bumped my head coming out from under the table and said, "For your information, Most Impertinent One, my actions are merely my expression of fun. At least it's better than yours, you who must play Tiddlywinks at midnight to bemuse yourself."
That got on their nerves. What can I say? It was truthful.
Yami Bakura told me to get a life, and then started talking in Egyptian. I knew Yuugi had no idea what he was saying, but here it is:
"You were born as royalty. Your idea of fun differs greatly from ours. You had the golden life. Privelege, power, wealth, everything a heart could desire. You even had love." He was looking at Anzu while he said that. Thank goodness she didn't know what he was saying. "But what did we have? While you lounged in the lap of luxury, the economy soared because of the efforts of the common laborers, not because our leaders were doing anything worthwhile!"
So now I figured out he had taken this opportunity to tell me what a terrible pharaoh I was. I answered scathingly, "That was under my father's rule! I didn't become Pharaoh until I was sixteen!"
"And when you did become king, you didn't do anything to improve the conditions, did you?" Yami Bakura said with crossed arms.
"Well, I tried! It's not my fault the High Priest and the Viziers kept trying to kill me and wouldn't support any decisions I made! I was a little busy!"
"But you weren't too busy for your girlfriend!"
"SHADDAP! At least I wasn't running around robbing tombs of ancient pharaohs!"
Yami Malik decided to add his two cents. "You wanna know something, Pharaoh?" he said. "What ELSE were people like us supposed to do? We were at the lowest end of the chain. We couldn't even get jobs because we were deprived of an education, and we never got to learn our fathers' trades because they both died before we came of age! We HAD to resort to stealing. Your father wouldn't take pity on anyone, no way, no how!"
I was angrier than I could ever remember being. "Yeah? How come you didn't lash out on me like that when we were in Egypt, huh?"
"Because you were a prince," Yami Bakura hissed. "To harm a prince in any way, physically or verbally, meant the death penalty."
"But since we're no longer in Egypt, I don't think I'll be struck dead if I tell you exactly why we were your friends in the first place." Yami Malik looked beyond reason.
"What the heck -" Yami Malik interrupted me at that point.
"You've always been so gullible. All we had to do was pretend we didn't have any hard feelings for you, and you totally bought it! We got what we wanted - favor with your father, a home, good food, everything! And we kept it until we could endure playing nice guy with you no more."
"... What are you saying?"
That was when he said the one thing that broke me in two.
"We never liked you for you were! We liked you for WHAT you were - a prince! We USED you!"
I fell completely out of breath. Even Yami Bakura looked stunned. I had eyed only for Yami Malik. He was glaring at me, but he actually looked a bit pale. What had he really been thinking? Did he mean that?
They used me.
I tried to keep the tears from flowing, but flow they did. I must have looked so pathetic. Thank goodness Seto Kaiba wasn't there. I would never hear the last of it.
Everyone was silent, even those who didn't know what he had said. Back in Egypt, their friendship had meant everything to me. All my friends are important to me. To think, I totally counted on them for the best part of my former life, and it had all been a lie!
I started speaking very low. "Well, I hope you're satisfied," I said quietly. "You succeeded. I thought I could trust you. I guess I'm lucky you two never thought to poison me, because if you had asked me to drink poison I would have done it - for you."
Then Isis stepped in. She glowered at Yami Malik and said, "Coro sr mana ll a-pur jurhun ill nach kai`ran khered naa Yami." (a/n: That is not really Egyptian except for the word khered which means child - sorry, I had to make it up.) That meant, "Look at those big, ruby eyes so injured on the face of an innocent child like Yami."
The othe two didn't say anything, so I did.
"Just let it alone, Isis. It's about time they told me what they really think of me. Let's hope our paths just don't cross again, they obviously hate me and I don't need to deal with this kind of persecution."
"We don't hate you -" Yami Bakura actually sounded sincere, but I was glad Yami Malik stopped him. I couldn't take any more lies.
"You and your martyr-complex!" Yami Malik snarled, as if I was a door mat just begging to be pounded on. "Why don't you curl up some place and die? You'd sure be doing us all a favor if you did!"
"Right back at you!" I yelled. "You two need a reality check! You can't blame ME for all your problems, it isn't like there was anything I could do about them! Yes, I was pharaoh. Yes, I had power. And YES, I HAVE A LIFE OF MY OWN TO WORRY ABOUT! I tried to help as much as I could, but I had to deal with people like Set and such trying to take over the world! How can you expect me to do so many things?!"
The look on my face must have said, "Please keep crushing my self- esteem. No, really, go on. It's my pleasure."
"You only care about winning duels!" Yami Malik said.
"You only care about your aibou and your close friends, no one else matters to you!" Yami Bakura added.
"AND YOU ONLY CARE ABOUT YOURSELVES!" I screamed. "I would rather die a THOUSAND times than listen to ONE MORE STUPID WORD from a couple of idiots like YOU TWO!"
And then everyone stopped talking again. I was so upset, I hardly noticed when Yuugi put his hand on my shoulder.
"Give it a rest, Yami," he said in his soft, sweet voice. "It's okay. Whatever they said, it isn't true."
I didn't want to let him see my cry any more, so I returned to the Sennen Puzzle.
When I finally came back out (which was approximately fourteen minutes and forty-two seconds ago), Yuugi filled me in on what happened when I left. Yami Bakura and Yami Malik went outside, yelling at each other. I wonder what happened that made them so angry at each other. I thought they hate me.
Scratch that - I know they hate me.
That's what happened. It does kinda feel better to get that off my chest. I just can't believe it.
They used me? Our friendship felt so sincere. We were always helping each other. You know, like... emus and zebras or something. Peanut butter and bananas. Cookies and milk. SUVs and tickets.
If I could have one chance to tell them what I think, I would say...
There's a shadow across the paper.
Be right back.
\\PPPPPPP// - This is a sketch of me when the person who the shadow belongs to came up behind me. I'm not that bad of an artist after all.
Kit: Today's kawaii piccie was an excerpt from the manga that shows a surprised Yami looking down!
Tea: Down sad or down below?
Kit: Both, actually.
Yami Bakura: ::ahem:: REVIEW OR I WILL TEAR YOU IN HALF!
Kaiba: REVIEW OR SHE'LL KILL ME! *looks scared*
Yami Malik: REVIEW OR I'LL CONTROL YOU AND MAKE YOU REVIEW!
Yugi: Um... please?