A Beckoning Soul
Chapter one: Anger
Disclaimer: Um. Er. Don't flame me if you think I'm cruel to Yami or Yugi. I love them dearly, even though I don't own them or any other Yu-Gi-Oh character. But trust me! They're two of the cutest people around! Mew.
Um.........
Let's get this show on the road shall we?
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Sometimes,
Sometimes you
Lose control.
But to beat
Your aibou?
That is going
Too far for
Anyone to tolerate
Fess up.
You'll have to admit it.
She won't be happy
No one will.
You prepared for this...
Right?
Ryou opened the door of the apartment and immediately shouted for Anthy. She rushed out of her tiny kitchen to drag Yugi's broken, bleeding body into her home. His face was bruised and blood was trickling out of his mouth. His some parts of his clothes were torn and purple with the red of his blood. She shouted for Bakura, who was more helpful that ever. She had finally stopped him from beating Ryou. That was the high point in her life. Now.
Ryou helped to bandage his wounds and he gently placed him on the couch. Anthy was in tears at the sight of him. She curled her hands into a fist and slipped her shoes on.
"Where are you going?" Bakura asked.
"If Yami comes around, don't let him leave." That's all she said before Anthy slipped out the door and away into the night.
Ryou looked back at Yugi. There was no doubt in his mind that Yami had done this. But Yami loved Yugi like a brother. What could have made him do this?
"I don't know. That guy is hard to break, or to rattle for that matter. Even then, he would go on a guilt trip or beat something else, like a wall." Bakura said, obviously reading his mind.
Ryou nodded, but was still unsure.
Anthy stalked down the street. Every cell in her body was seething with rage. No one ever had a right to beat one of her friends without getting nailed by her. She could say one word and they'd be dead. One word. One simple word.
Fireball.
She resumed her stalking. Kaylynn and Seto already knew, she had called them. They were all hunting Yami Yugi. The only ones who didn't know were the Maliks. Anthy picked up speed, now running down the street. She knew Yami was nearby. Her could feel him. He was close.
Close.
Dangerously close.
Deadly.
Anyone who could have seen her would have said that they saw a girl engulfed in a flame of rage run down the street. She was ultimately pissed off. Anthy turned the corner and was lost in the night.
Yami sat on the cot, facing Yami Malik. The silence had lasted for an hour. Malik walked into the room and closed the door. He pulled up a chair and sat next to his yami.
"Yami, that was Anthy on the phone. She told me to tell you to meet her in the center of the park." Malik said.
Yami didn't reply. He stared at the floor. Yami Malik reached for the Sennen Rod, knocked it off the end table, fumbled with it for a while before actually getting it in his hand.
"Yami, Bastet's doing a strip tease for Bakura to make you jealous."
Again, Yami just nodded. Malik sighed, but his yami acted.
*WHACK*
"Ow! What the hell was that for?"
"Just trying to bring you to your senses. You should be afraid. Anthy is not one you want to trifle with."
"You did prepare for this right?" Malik asked.
"........."
The Maliks gasped.
"Do you *NOT* have any idea of what she could DO to you?"
Yami stayed silent.
"Let's see, she could burn you,"
"Deep fried Yami."
"She could drown you, crush you, drop you from a very high place with her wind powers, she could rip your arms our with that power over plants and wood and stuff, and she could electrocute you."
"Or she could break your heart."
Yami listened to that. His eyes widened. That is what he feared the most. He didn't want his heart to break, not again.
"I'll go." He said, standing up.
"Good luck."
"Good-bye."
Yami stood in the park, by the angel water fountain. He looked around and looked at the sliver of a moon above him. How was he going to explain this to Anthy? He lost control. Guilt trip.
"FIREBALL!!!!!!" A baseball-sized ball of fire hit Yami square in the chest. He cried out in pain, but the fire did not burn.
Anthy was here, and she wasn't happy.
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What now? She isn't happy. Send in suggestions.
Anthy: *rummages though mail*
Anshi: There isn't any!
Bastet: This is mail from her previous stories.
Anshi: Oh.
Chapter one: Anger
Disclaimer: Um. Er. Don't flame me if you think I'm cruel to Yami or Yugi. I love them dearly, even though I don't own them or any other Yu-Gi-Oh character. But trust me! They're two of the cutest people around! Mew.
Um.........
Let's get this show on the road shall we?
@@@@@####@@@@@
Sometimes,
Sometimes you
Lose control.
But to beat
Your aibou?
That is going
Too far for
Anyone to tolerate
Fess up.
You'll have to admit it.
She won't be happy
No one will.
You prepared for this...
Right?
Ryou opened the door of the apartment and immediately shouted for Anthy. She rushed out of her tiny kitchen to drag Yugi's broken, bleeding body into her home. His face was bruised and blood was trickling out of his mouth. His some parts of his clothes were torn and purple with the red of his blood. She shouted for Bakura, who was more helpful that ever. She had finally stopped him from beating Ryou. That was the high point in her life. Now.
Ryou helped to bandage his wounds and he gently placed him on the couch. Anthy was in tears at the sight of him. She curled her hands into a fist and slipped her shoes on.
"Where are you going?" Bakura asked.
"If Yami comes around, don't let him leave." That's all she said before Anthy slipped out the door and away into the night.
Ryou looked back at Yugi. There was no doubt in his mind that Yami had done this. But Yami loved Yugi like a brother. What could have made him do this?
"I don't know. That guy is hard to break, or to rattle for that matter. Even then, he would go on a guilt trip or beat something else, like a wall." Bakura said, obviously reading his mind.
Ryou nodded, but was still unsure.
Anthy stalked down the street. Every cell in her body was seething with rage. No one ever had a right to beat one of her friends without getting nailed by her. She could say one word and they'd be dead. One word. One simple word.
Fireball.
She resumed her stalking. Kaylynn and Seto already knew, she had called them. They were all hunting Yami Yugi. The only ones who didn't know were the Maliks. Anthy picked up speed, now running down the street. She knew Yami was nearby. Her could feel him. He was close.
Close.
Dangerously close.
Deadly.
Anyone who could have seen her would have said that they saw a girl engulfed in a flame of rage run down the street. She was ultimately pissed off. Anthy turned the corner and was lost in the night.
Yami sat on the cot, facing Yami Malik. The silence had lasted for an hour. Malik walked into the room and closed the door. He pulled up a chair and sat next to his yami.
"Yami, that was Anthy on the phone. She told me to tell you to meet her in the center of the park." Malik said.
Yami didn't reply. He stared at the floor. Yami Malik reached for the Sennen Rod, knocked it off the end table, fumbled with it for a while before actually getting it in his hand.
"Yami, Bastet's doing a strip tease for Bakura to make you jealous."
Again, Yami just nodded. Malik sighed, but his yami acted.
*WHACK*
"Ow! What the hell was that for?"
"Just trying to bring you to your senses. You should be afraid. Anthy is not one you want to trifle with."
"You did prepare for this right?" Malik asked.
"........."
The Maliks gasped.
"Do you *NOT* have any idea of what she could DO to you?"
Yami stayed silent.
"Let's see, she could burn you,"
"Deep fried Yami."
"She could drown you, crush you, drop you from a very high place with her wind powers, she could rip your arms our with that power over plants and wood and stuff, and she could electrocute you."
"Or she could break your heart."
Yami listened to that. His eyes widened. That is what he feared the most. He didn't want his heart to break, not again.
"I'll go." He said, standing up.
"Good luck."
"Good-bye."
Yami stood in the park, by the angel water fountain. He looked around and looked at the sliver of a moon above him. How was he going to explain this to Anthy? He lost control. Guilt trip.
"FIREBALL!!!!!!" A baseball-sized ball of fire hit Yami square in the chest. He cried out in pain, but the fire did not burn.
Anthy was here, and she wasn't happy.
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What now? She isn't happy. Send in suggestions.
Anthy: *rummages though mail*
Anshi: There isn't any!
Bastet: This is mail from her previous stories.
Anshi: Oh.