Castle of Forbidden Dreams

-Two-

-'I Am So Dead'-

(a.n. – allo to all! Thank you to everyone who read this (I will have notes on that in a little bit) Urm… yeah, this is the second chapter to this story, I hope that everyone likes it. If you read it, please review it… even if it is constructive criticism, or if it's just pointless flaming. Compliments are always nice too. Thanks^_^)

JUMb0 P0P – Haha, even though I know you don't follow the series, thank you for reviewing. Urm, yeah… I don't know if you're gonna be reading this chapter or not – but thanks for reviewing the first one. We were this close to being this close and now we're this close!

Different Perception – Will you shut up about my lack of proofreading that chapter? I was being kicked off and I wanted to get it posted. Now hush – thanks to not wanting to hear you I will be proofreading this one. Thanks for reviewing though *rolls eyes*

Lady Alcnolien – Urm, about that whole kissing thing. That was kind of the whole pairing I was gonna have in this story. It won't be that way in this chapter or for a while really. Thanks for reviewing, and I hope that you do keep on reading. I will have warnings on the chapters that have shounen-ai in them. Ah yes, and Yami's real name (when he was pharaoh in Ancient Egypt) was Bel um Fal… ^_^;; as you prolly agree – I don't like it.

Kurai chan – Haha – I love the whole Yami/Bakura thing of this too. *Blinks* which is probably why I wrote it. Ah well, anyway, thank you for reviewing, I appreciate your support ^_^

Bass Guitar God – Thanks for reviewing^_^ I appreciate all of the reviews. I hope that you read this chapter too. Let me know if you update any of your stuff. And I'm back! Now maybe you won't be as bored.

Disclaimer: Lizzie owns NOTHiNG having to do with this story. Well, she owns an Anubis canopic jar, which hasn't been used – do not worry, and that kinda has to do with Ancient Egypt… heh heh – yeah, that is all she own. If you sue her, have it be about her attacking the dubbers for sucking^_^

Yami Yuugi = Yami
Yami Bakura = Bakura
Yami Malik = Marik

            Yami looked around the palace when he walked in, and when he saw no one, he began to walk up to his room quietly.

            "Yami – going somewhere?" He heard a somewhat-angry tone behind him.

            He whirled around, "Father… I was just, um… going to… um…"

            "Why weren't you at your lessons today?" His father cut him short from his pathetic reasoning.

            "My…lessons today?" Yami decided to play it dumb.

            "Yes. The ones that you always go to at the same time every weekday."

            "Oh… THOSE! You mean it's not a weekend? Hmm – odd, I was outside in the courtyard. No one came to get me. I'll be sure to be there tomorrow, however."

            "You should have been there today. Where were you really?" His father was obviously not buying his act.

            "I was where I said I was – in the courtyard."

            The older man raised an eyebrow at his son.

            "I'm going to find out where you were sooner or later."

            When Yami was released from the questioning and lecturing, he went up to his room. As he went out on his room balcony, he looked up at the night sky. It was so pretty – there was nothing blocking the view of the night sky in Egypt. He was happy today; he had made a friend that actually wasn't his friend because he had to be.

            The next day, after breakfast, Yami was allowed to leave the castle building. It was a Saturday, so he didn't have anything to do besides attend the dinner that night.

            Yami knew that he was often outside, so he knew that no one would think it odd if he disappeared before dinner. Therefore, he went back to his spot at the wall and climbed over it again.

            He was disappointed when he didn't see Bakura anywhere nearby, so he decided to walk in the general direction that he had seen him walk away in the day before. As he walked, he did get a few odd stares. It's not every day that you see the pharaoh-in-training randomly walking down the street without anyone with him.

            After a little while of looking around, Yami was about to give up when a person tapped him on the shoulder from behind.

            "Looking for someone?" A familiar voice asked.

            "No one important." Yami grinned at Bakura.

            "I see. Well then, I'm off to go home. Good luck on your search." Bakura said jokingly, knowing very well that Yami had been searching for him.

            Yami just walked alongside him, "so where do you live?"

            "Not too far from here. And I don't really live with any family, just some friends." Bakura explained.

            A little while later, they came to a halt before a house on the small side.

            "Try not to be scared." Bakura warned as he opened the door, and Yami wondered why he would be scared.

            When the door was opened, Yami blinked. A boy with light blonde hair and pale lavender eyes was running around, throwing what looked like white, cut up chicken feathers, and yelling "IT'S SNOWING!"

            "Dumbass. It doesn't snow in Egypt, and what in the name of Ra possessed you to do this?" Bakura asked, clearly not as scared as Yami was.

            The person stopped running around and pouted, "You're no fun."

            He then seemed to notice Yami.

            "Oooh – why is he here?" The boy asked, pointing at the spiky-haired teen.

            "He's here because he's a friend of mine," Bakura replied coldly, "and don't point."

            "Hmph – you're one to correct me on manners. And I was just asking, no need to get all touchy on me."

            Bakura rolled his eyes, "Yami, try to ignore him. His name is Marik; I apologize in advance for anything he does."

            "Hey! I don't *do* anything that would need apologizing for!" The boy, evidentially named Marik, defended himself hotly.

            "Suuure you don't," Bakura rolled his eyes, "I can name five things off the top of my head."
            "Then go ahead and name them." Marik scoffed.

            "Well, what you were just doing is one, two is the time you started the riot in the marketplace…"

            "The other guy started it." Marik interrupted him, but Bakura kept on going.

            "Three is when you lit the house on fire; four is when you cut Isis's hair because you were 'bored' and five…"

             "You can shut up now."

            "AND FIVE was when you got drunk – actually, you've gotten drunk a lot more than once, so that's more than five." Bakura finished.

            Marik just sat down on a wooden chair and scowled at Bakura.

            Marik then turned to Yami and said, "He's lying. I do absolutely NOTHING wrong."

            "Yeah, you'll prove yourself a liar sooner or later." Bakura stated.

            After a few more minutes, Marik announced that he wanted to go outside, so they did.

            "Where should we go?" Yami asked, not really knowing anywhere besides the castle and the center of town.

            "We could always go and scare innocent civilians in the marketplace!" Marik declared happily, dancing around a bit.

            "REAL innocent." Bakura pointed out.

            "Shut up."

            "So what should we REALLY do?"     

            "There IS nothing to do. This place is the most boring place in the whole world!"

            Yami just listened. He wasn't quite used to getting to choose something to do. He was always getting told what to do. With his life, almost anything would seem exciting.

            "OH! IDEA!" Marik exclaimed and Yami and Bakura looked over at him.

            "Since there's nothing to do," Marik continued his explanation, "we can MAKE something to do."

            "And how do we plan to do that?" Yami inquired curiously.

            "By doing what I wanted to do in the beginning."

            Yami and Bakura just rolled their eyes, but Marik then grabbed each of their hands and dragged them towards the marketplace.

            "Urm – random question," Yami said to get Marik and Bakura's attention, "How exactly do you go about scaring innocent people?"        

            "Well – it depends on what mood I'm in." Marik replied, completely serious.  

            Yami blinked. "Well, what mood are you in today?"

            "TODAY I'm in a 'Have Bakura steal a bunch of fruit and then we go up on one of the balconies and then throw it at people' mood."

            Bakura glared at him, "Well maybe Bakura isn't in that mood."

            "Well then it sucks for him, doesn't it?"

            "Do you *want* to die?"

            "Not particularly." Marik said and then hid behind Yami for protection.

            After a few minutes of Bakura chasing Marik and Yami walking alongside them, they neared the marketplace.

            "I still say we use my idea." Marik stated, trying to annoy everyone into doing what he wanted.

            "I still think that your idea sucks." Bakura replied.

            "Well then what in the name of Ra do YOU suggest we do?"

            Bakura looked thoughtful for a minute, "Hmm…. I don't really know."

            "Then *my* idea is great compared to yours!" Marik exclaimed as Bakura thwaped him.

            "What do you think we should do?" Bakura asked Yami.

            Yami looked a bit taken aback, and then said, "I have no idea… whatever you want to do is fine."

            "Duh Bakura, you shouldn't ask the PHARAOH that. Of course he's not gonna know anything fun to do." Marik said, and Yami was a bit insulted, but he didn't say anything.

            "Marik?" Bakura asked.

            "Yeah?"

            "Shut up."

             Marik glared at him and then walked into the marketplace. He waited until he got a shopkeeper's attention and told him something that neither Bakura nor Yami could hear. Then, when the shopkeeper went over and yelled at another shopkeeper, Marik stole a huge watermelon and ran back to his friends.

            "What the hell did you tell him?" Bakura asked, one of his eyebrows raised.

            "That another shopkeeper was telling all of his customers that his fruit sucked. Now let's go on a balcony." Marik said as he headed to one.

            When they were up there, Bakura asked, "So who would we throw it at?"

            Yami looked down at all of the people, none of which saw them, and noticed that his parents' carriage was coming into the marketplace. He got an evil idea then and grinned like a madman.

            "What are you grinning about?" Marik asked, poising the watermelon for launch.

            "We *could* always throw it at my father." Yami told them.

            Marik and Bakura then peered down and saw the royal carriage as well.

            "Hah hah! That's the greatest idea!" Bakura yelled.

            While they were waiting for the horse-drawn carriage to come under the balcony, one of the servants looked up and saw the three boys. He then tapped Yami's dad on the shoulder and pointed up to the balcony. Yami's eyes went wide and he tried to stop Marik from dropping the melon.

            "Don't throw it!"

            "Why not?"

            "They know we're up here! They saw us!"

            "So?! Who cares?!"

            "Don't do it!"

            "Do it!"

            "No, don't!"

            "He should! Go ahead and throw it, it'll be classic!"

            "No!"

            "I'm gonna throw it!"

            "No!"

            "Yes!"

            "Don't throw it dammit!"

            "Don't listen to him – just throw the damn thing!"

            Marik, being confused as he was, threw it just as Yami's dad was looking up at the balcony. The watermelon fell right on his face, and stayed there. The servant hurried to help him get the fruit off his head. The entire marketplace was watching in awe.

            At this point, Yami was open mouthed and wide eyed, not expecting these results, Marik was happy with himself, and Bakura was rolling on the ground, laughing insanely.

            "I told you not to throw it!"

            "But Bakura told me I should."

            "Since when did you listen to him?"

            "Since now…"

            "That was so - hah hah - incredibly awesome!"

            "I am so dead."

(a.n. part two – Heh heh heh, I amuse myself way too easily. *Sighs* The scary part is that I can actually picture that happening. Very humorous indeed. So yes… please review – I appreciate all of the reviews that I have gotten^_^ This chapter was kinda long – I suppose that'll make up for the lack of updating.)