trio: happy, happy, happy! *repeats while bouncing around the room*
Yami K: *eyeing trio strangely* what's with the perkiness all of a sudden?
trio: do you know what chapter this is?
Yami K: *looks at computer* um...the thirteenth?
trio: cheater. Yeah, it's the thirteenth! Thirteen just happens to be my favorite two-digit number!
Yami K: whatever.
Tristan: I'll do the disclaimer now!
trio: thanx, Tristan! ^_^ this is one of the first times anyone has willingly said the disclaimer for me! ^_^
Tristan: ^_^ trio doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters, unfortunately. But she does own Kevin! Lucky Kevin.
trio: *hugs Tristan* I luv u! 3
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_-_-_-_**Flashback Yami K/Iras**_-_-_-_
Gone. He's gone. He went to talk to those sorcerers I found for him one week ago, and never came back. Later, at sunset on the seventh day, I saw his most trusted guards leave the palace carrying some kind of box. They seemed to stagger under the weight of those boxes, as if they were filled with gold. I would have watched them, followed them, if there were not the chance that he would come out and meet me, embrace me once again.
My ears perked. I whipped around, only to see...Bakura? "Come with me," he insisted. I looked at him strangely, my gaze full of questions. "Does it not occur to you that those boxes are full of gold?"
"I would not dream of following those boxes, no matter how much they hold, while my love is still alive." Bakura mimicked my stare.
"Fine. Be that way. I'm off."
((((((((((MUCH, MUCH LATER...))))))))))
He has not appeared yet. He could not forget me, could he? Perhaps, then, he has died. I sighed in...what was it that I felt? I turned north.
Bakura had not appeared since the day that the guards carried those seven boxes out of the palace. I was puzzled by his absence. He was usually trying to find some sneaky way into my heart. The Pharaoh's nonattendance would have given him ample time if he had tried. I heard movement behind me. I turned again, this time to see five of the mages I had brought in to see the pharaoh. I waved them down, knowing they would tell me what had happened.
As they approached, I caught hints of conversation. The words millennium, puzzle, ring, eye, ankh, scales, tauk, and rod caught my attention most. What could they mean? They stopped talking. "Where is he?" I asked. I had to know.
The sorcerers looked at one another, seemingly communicating in mage-ese or something, questioning whether they should tell me. The one in front, a tall man in a black cloak, answered me, "He has stopped the Games." I looked at him confusedly. He continued, "the only way to end the Games completely was to lock them in seven items. He agreed to give his life, his very soul, for the safety of the world. For you."
I turned away. This was not the truth I wanted to hear. I longed to feel the pharaoh's presence, but when I felt within myself, I knew he had gone. My eyes started to tear; one fell slowly down my cheek.
"His soul has been locked away in one of the seven items, in case the Games ever do manage to come back," one of the lesser mages said, "so there is a chance you will see him again." I looked at him. What did he mean? "I have decided that you will come with me, as an assistant," the mage continued. This one wore a brown cloak.
I was not in the mood to argue. So I left with him. Over those next few years, I never got over the Pharaoh. He meant so much to me, and I meant enough to him for him to give up his existence for me. The mage and I traveled the world, going to places I never thought existed. There was so much to steal...
But in a Greek agora (1), I got separated from the mage. The crowd engulfed me, and I was eventually drawn into a dark alley. There, crouched down and wearing a dark green cloak, was a person. He stood up, revealing that he was not as old as he could have been. I put my hands up in defense. He reached to my side and pulled a small gilded box from the pouch at my waist. I watched him silently as he took my cards from the box and began to shuffle them. I screamed a silent scream as I watched; those cards had not been used since my duel with Pharaoh!
I finally picked up the courage to speak: "What do you want?"
The green-cloaked mage looked at me strangely. "Oh, so you talk! I thought from the way you were acting that you were mute, or sworn to silence or something." He continued shuffling. "I simply want to look into your mind." He dealt the cards in a peculiar pattern. "All I have to do is look at your cards." (A/N: exactly like what Bakura did with Pegasus)
I copied his gaze. He turned to look at the cards, and flipped the far right card. He examined it carefully, and then noticed something. He rubbed the card gently, revealing another card under it, which had been dealt in the same place by complete accident. He considered the card, then put it down. Soul Release and Happy Lovers? What could he see in those cards? He picked up the middle card. Defender of the Throne? He sighed as he replaced the card, face up. He picked up the left-most card, and gasped. It was my second Soul Release.
He looked at me, and I returned his gaze. "Aren't you going to tell me what it means?" I asked, "and who in all the Hells are you?"
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trio: I think I'm gonna leave it there. This is gonna be another two-part chapter!
Seto + Yami K: awwwwww...
trio: *glares* be patient! Sheesh! I'm gonna get around to typing it...hopefully soon...
Yami K: why am I not in it?
trio: you moron! You ARE Iras! Or are you too BRAIN-DEAD to know?
Yami K: *drool starts dripping from the corners of her mouth* I am NOT brain-dead! *Seto puts a basin under her oozing mouth*
Seto: *triumphantly holding up a jar of...Yami K's drool? Ew!* I shall cherish this forever!
trio: get over it! Or I will make you leave! *Seto continues cuddling the jar* ewww...I am traumatized for life *twitch, and Seto disappears, but is replaced with Mokuba*
Mokuba: Hey...I thought you said I wouldn't be here!
trio: I changed my mind! Could you please do the ending? *holds BIG PIXY STICK in front of her, as if to give it to Mokuba*
Mokuba: *grabs Pixy Stick* ^_^ what will happen in the next part of the chapter? Will Iras find out what the cards mean? Will the green-cloaked mage have a name? And why is Iras/Yami K in that necklace? If you want these questions answered, please review!
trio: *hugs Mokuba quickly* thanx, Mokuba! That was the best anyone has ever done it for me! Well, you heard him! Please review! ^_^
NOTES: 1. a marketplace. This is a great crossword-puzzle word!
Yami K: *eyeing trio strangely* what's with the perkiness all of a sudden?
trio: do you know what chapter this is?
Yami K: *looks at computer* um...the thirteenth?
trio: cheater. Yeah, it's the thirteenth! Thirteen just happens to be my favorite two-digit number!
Yami K: whatever.
Tristan: I'll do the disclaimer now!
trio: thanx, Tristan! ^_^ this is one of the first times anyone has willingly said the disclaimer for me! ^_^
Tristan: ^_^ trio doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters, unfortunately. But she does own Kevin! Lucky Kevin.
trio: *hugs Tristan* I luv u! 3
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_-_-_-_**Flashback Yami K/Iras**_-_-_-_
Gone. He's gone. He went to talk to those sorcerers I found for him one week ago, and never came back. Later, at sunset on the seventh day, I saw his most trusted guards leave the palace carrying some kind of box. They seemed to stagger under the weight of those boxes, as if they were filled with gold. I would have watched them, followed them, if there were not the chance that he would come out and meet me, embrace me once again.
My ears perked. I whipped around, only to see...Bakura? "Come with me," he insisted. I looked at him strangely, my gaze full of questions. "Does it not occur to you that those boxes are full of gold?"
"I would not dream of following those boxes, no matter how much they hold, while my love is still alive." Bakura mimicked my stare.
"Fine. Be that way. I'm off."
((((((((((MUCH, MUCH LATER...))))))))))
He has not appeared yet. He could not forget me, could he? Perhaps, then, he has died. I sighed in...what was it that I felt? I turned north.
Bakura had not appeared since the day that the guards carried those seven boxes out of the palace. I was puzzled by his absence. He was usually trying to find some sneaky way into my heart. The Pharaoh's nonattendance would have given him ample time if he had tried. I heard movement behind me. I turned again, this time to see five of the mages I had brought in to see the pharaoh. I waved them down, knowing they would tell me what had happened.
As they approached, I caught hints of conversation. The words millennium, puzzle, ring, eye, ankh, scales, tauk, and rod caught my attention most. What could they mean? They stopped talking. "Where is he?" I asked. I had to know.
The sorcerers looked at one another, seemingly communicating in mage-ese or something, questioning whether they should tell me. The one in front, a tall man in a black cloak, answered me, "He has stopped the Games." I looked at him confusedly. He continued, "the only way to end the Games completely was to lock them in seven items. He agreed to give his life, his very soul, for the safety of the world. For you."
I turned away. This was not the truth I wanted to hear. I longed to feel the pharaoh's presence, but when I felt within myself, I knew he had gone. My eyes started to tear; one fell slowly down my cheek.
"His soul has been locked away in one of the seven items, in case the Games ever do manage to come back," one of the lesser mages said, "so there is a chance you will see him again." I looked at him. What did he mean? "I have decided that you will come with me, as an assistant," the mage continued. This one wore a brown cloak.
I was not in the mood to argue. So I left with him. Over those next few years, I never got over the Pharaoh. He meant so much to me, and I meant enough to him for him to give up his existence for me. The mage and I traveled the world, going to places I never thought existed. There was so much to steal...
But in a Greek agora (1), I got separated from the mage. The crowd engulfed me, and I was eventually drawn into a dark alley. There, crouched down and wearing a dark green cloak, was a person. He stood up, revealing that he was not as old as he could have been. I put my hands up in defense. He reached to my side and pulled a small gilded box from the pouch at my waist. I watched him silently as he took my cards from the box and began to shuffle them. I screamed a silent scream as I watched; those cards had not been used since my duel with Pharaoh!
I finally picked up the courage to speak: "What do you want?"
The green-cloaked mage looked at me strangely. "Oh, so you talk! I thought from the way you were acting that you were mute, or sworn to silence or something." He continued shuffling. "I simply want to look into your mind." He dealt the cards in a peculiar pattern. "All I have to do is look at your cards." (A/N: exactly like what Bakura did with Pegasus)
I copied his gaze. He turned to look at the cards, and flipped the far right card. He examined it carefully, and then noticed something. He rubbed the card gently, revealing another card under it, which had been dealt in the same place by complete accident. He considered the card, then put it down. Soul Release and Happy Lovers? What could he see in those cards? He picked up the middle card. Defender of the Throne? He sighed as he replaced the card, face up. He picked up the left-most card, and gasped. It was my second Soul Release.
He looked at me, and I returned his gaze. "Aren't you going to tell me what it means?" I asked, "and who in all the Hells are you?"
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trio: I think I'm gonna leave it there. This is gonna be another two-part chapter!
Seto + Yami K: awwwwww...
trio: *glares* be patient! Sheesh! I'm gonna get around to typing it...hopefully soon...
Yami K: why am I not in it?
trio: you moron! You ARE Iras! Or are you too BRAIN-DEAD to know?
Yami K: *drool starts dripping from the corners of her mouth* I am NOT brain-dead! *Seto puts a basin under her oozing mouth*
Seto: *triumphantly holding up a jar of...Yami K's drool? Ew!* I shall cherish this forever!
trio: get over it! Or I will make you leave! *Seto continues cuddling the jar* ewww...I am traumatized for life *twitch, and Seto disappears, but is replaced with Mokuba*
Mokuba: Hey...I thought you said I wouldn't be here!
trio: I changed my mind! Could you please do the ending? *holds BIG PIXY STICK in front of her, as if to give it to Mokuba*
Mokuba: *grabs Pixy Stick* ^_^ what will happen in the next part of the chapter? Will Iras find out what the cards mean? Will the green-cloaked mage have a name? And why is Iras/Yami K in that necklace? If you want these questions answered, please review!
trio: *hugs Mokuba quickly* thanx, Mokuba! That was the best anyone has ever done it for me! Well, you heard him! Please review! ^_^
NOTES: 1. a marketplace. This is a great crossword-puzzle word!