An Empty Shell
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KaTyA: it's all right if you forget to review a chapter. Long updates because my parents locked me computer down until I bring my French mark up from a 66%…L Got to finish typing on their computer upstairs when they're not home or at school… L You're right though. I have a policy of 'if they review more than once signed in, then I go check out one or two of their stories.' (If you'll notice, I've put you on my favourites list! I do that if there's more than one story of theirs I like. It lets me have lots of authors' stories rather than having ten of them from this person, five from this person, seven from this person, because then it starts to add up…) Aw, don't be so mean to poor Yami.
Trinity Girls: Aw, you're sweet.
Amber (sailorearth67): thanx. You're sweet too.
Keiko: yup. I was all alone… (Laura-Grace: Kali, it's not time for you to come in yet, go away.) (Kali: You tell ME, the main character of this story, to go away?! How dare you? After all, I'm going to MRRPHF! *gets mouth covered by Laura-Grace*) (Laura-Grace: KALI! Don't give away the ending!!!) (Kali: sorry.) Kali herself thought up Reva's threat, since after, SHE's supposed to be the yami-writer here. I thought it was a nice maniacal touch. And obviously, I AM writing more.
seashell: aw, why hasn't anybody thanked you before? You're such a big help… I checked out the sites at school. I didn't find the yugioh-dungeons very helpful, but I'm sure that the ryoubakura would've been helpful if the stupid computer would've let me into it… GRR! *begins to bang on computer* Maybe not, I don't think the school would like it if I broke one of their computers…
Crystal Rain: *running around the room in a blind panic* NO! I'M SORRY! I BELIEVE I WAS PMS-ING THAT DAY! Why'd ya have to take it off?! I really liked that story!!!!! Wah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mystic Kiwi: you think the plot is interesting now… wait until you see what's coming up in Chapter 5! Mwahahaha… I'm sooooooo evil… it's all Celina's influence.
A/N: don't you hate it when you have a bazillion ideas running around your head and you have NO CLUE HOW TO WORK THEM INTO THE PLOT??! That's the case with me. It's not Writer's Block, it's Writer's Overload! Yeesh. And as I told KaTyA, long updates because my parents locked my computer until I bring my French mark up… two loooooooooooooong weeks to do so. And trust me it's really locked. I tried to turn it on but I couldn't. WHO THE HECK IS MIHO?! Again, I would've checked on ryoubakura.com for her little info thing, but the stupid filtering system wouldn't let me in for some reason… *later* Okay, checked the site at home and Miho is a person of no importance whatsoever to the YGO plot, just some crush or girlfriend of Tristan/Honda. And who wants me to kill Téa in the end?? I do, I do! Yami-Malik is Marik as is in most of the YGO fics I've read.
DISCLAIMER: I own only people who aren't in the actual series. (Duh.)
CHAPTER 4:: Ryou And William Meet Again
"Ah, I'm not worried over that imbecile," Reva said unconcernedly. "What I am worried about is where the heck this lunch came from."
"You should be worried," came a soft voice from behind her. Reva whirled around to find Téa standing behind her. "Bakura's really dangerous when he's mad. And I'd say he's pretty mad. Look over there." Téa tilted her head over towards the table where Ryou, Yugi, Tristan, Joey, and Yami were busy talking fast to Bakura, who was looking rather murderous. Bakura made a motion as if he were going to stand up, but Ryou's hand shot out and pulled him back down to his seat. Surprisingly enough Bakura listened to Ryou for once.
Reva snorted derisively. "Him? He's nothing. He's not worth my attention any more than the dirt under a mortal's sandal."
"Funny, Bakura says that whenever he's irritated." Téa mused. "Yami says it much less often, but I've heard him say it every once in a while… Must be an Egyptian thing." She wandered off; completely oblivious to the strange stares she was getting from the Silver Bearers.
"She does realize we're not from Egypt in this time period, right?" Loella asked Kali. "And why does she know about the Egyptians, anyway? Those guys don't look like they're from Egypt. Actually, that one guy looks like Pharaoh." She motioned towards Yami, who was discussing something with Yugi. "And the other guy…"
"Ryou Hino!" Blake said suddenly.
"Huh?" the others asked blankly, turning to stare at him.
"Oh, an old classmate of William's. They used to be friends, I guess, before I showed up on the scene," Blake mused. "After all, William released me from the Lamp when we were 12." (A/N: aw geez, now he sounds like a Genie!)
"Ah," Son muttered. "So haven't William and Ryou recognized each other yet?"
"They hadn't exactly run into each other yet," Blake admitted. "I'm kinda looking forward to when they do. It should be interesting…"
"Run into each other, eh?" Kali said thoughtfully, a slightly insane grin spreading across her face…
"Don't even think about it," Son told her sternly.
*Ryou's POV*
I had been having the funniest feeling all morning. Like there was something I was supposed to do and I'd forgotten. But at the moment, I decided I was going to forget about it and ponder other things.
Like how sometimes it's good to have your yami, a homicidal ex-con, pose as your older brother. Bakura had already thwarted two bullies off me this morning. Of course, he got sent to the office for fighting right after, but hey, I was still in one piece.
In the midst of cell phones ringing all over the cafeteria, I hadn't noticed my own cell ringing until Bakura jabbed me none too gently, because I don't think Bakura's capable of gentleness, and said pointedly "Your phone?"
"Oh. Phone. Right." I muttered, digging it out of my bag. "Hello?"
"Baku—no, Ryou, right?"
"Oh, hey, Malik."
"Marik."
"Whatever. What do you want?"
"I want you to hand the phone over to Bakura. Now!"
"Fine. Don't need to get so nasty." I passed the phone to Bakura and said "It's Marik. He seems upset."
"You called him Malik." Yami said. "Isn't that reason enough? He and Malik are the only ones who ever get themselves mixed up with the other over the phone."
"Yeah that's because people can actually see and hear the different between the rest of us." I pointed out.
"Yeah." Yugi added. "In our case, a couple feet."
"If they didn't sound the same, I wouldn't keep mixing them up." (A/N: if they actually sound different from each other, sorry about that. Malik hasn't appeared in the series yet in Canada. Grr! Hurry up, YTV! Aw, man, they started the WHOLE show over again! Well, actually, now I can see the episodes I haven't seen. I had the misfortune of starting to watch about halfway through the series. Not a smart move.)
As Bakura argued with Marik over something or other, I soon found myself watching the sea of students move around, and as my eyes slid over a group of unfamiliar students, I snapped my attention back to them. "Hey that's—" I started to say, but then stopped because I knew it couldn't be him.
"That's who?" Joey asked. "Or what?"
"No way," I muttered.
"No way what?"
Tristan asked in exasperation.
"That can't be him."
"Who can't be him?!" Téa finally burst out.
"See that brown-haired kid down there?" I pointed him out, discreetly, because if there's one thing I've learnt, it's never, EVER point fingers in a cafeteria. "With the green eyes?"
"Oh, him." Téa dismissed him with a unimpressed wave of her hand. "That's William Turner. Saw him in my World History class. Big fat know-it-all."
"Hey, Téa, just because you don't pay attention in class doesn't mean nobody else does," Tristan told her.
"William Turner?" I asked, feeling a sinking feeling in my chest.
"Yeah. Some English kid here on a brief exchange." Téa grumbled, glaring at Tristan.
"I knew him," I muttered. "Used to go to school together in England."
*William's POV*
"So Kali really looks far gone, doesn't she?" Paz whispered.
"Definitely," Awan agreed. "She can't have long left." His brow furrowed in worry at the thought.
Since we had been the last ones in line at the cafeteria, we had to grab a small table in the clear opposite end of the room, and all four of us were starting to show the strain of the separation from our yamis.
I turned around to glance again at Blake, just to make sure he wasn't causing trouble, of course, and my gaze was distracted by a boy at a table not far from Blake – someone I thought I'd never see again.
"Ryou!" I exclaimed, ignoring the confused glances the others were giving me. "No way!"
Ryou caught my gaze just then and gave a small wave in my direction. I got up and walked over to his table, noting the older boy who looked like him. Was he what I thought he was?
"Hi, Ryou," I said, all pretense gone. "Long time no see."
"No kidding," Ryou answered softly.
"Who is this?" asked a few of the kids also at the table, not including the girl from World History and the Ryou-look-alike.
"I told you, William Turner." The girl snapped irritably.
"No need to get nasty,"
came a call from the yamis' table. "What'd he do to you?"
"Blake…" I turned around and glared at Blake, who looked back at me innocently.
"What?" Blake asked. "Just defending you!"
"I can defend my own self, thank you very much," I told him and turned back around.
"Some gratitude I get," Blake muttered, then turned back to his conversation with Loella. "So he said what?!…"
"Don't mind him." I said under my breath to Ryou. "He's a moron, pure and simple."
Ryou and I looked at each other, then a split-second later, at the same moment, said in unison "You don't have a brother!"
"Uh-oh…" the older tri-coloured hair boy muttered.
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A/N: YES! Finally! Done! Another fanfic idea running through my head. Gotta get it started before I lose it… (the idea, not my sanity; that's already been lost.) Don't forget to review! And sorry again for the long wait. Hopefully, if I passed my French verb test, my dad will unlock my computer… hey, lock-down ends tomorrow! Whoo-hoo!