Guess what I did today after school... I finished it! *bounces happily*
Yep yep, I now have a picture of Bakura wearing sleevless black shirt that
shows his stomach and maroonish color pants. Granted, I never said I'm the
greatest artist in the world, but I hope you enjoy. Of course, since
ff.net seems to absolutely abhor putting URLs in chapters of the story,
than I'm afraid I'm going to have to just put it in my profile. Surely you
can find your way there, yes? Anyway, hope you can find the pic and you
enjoy it!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, though, I still don't own YuGi Oh. * Though my brother is going to buy the fourth box set for me!!! Episodes 93-120 in Japanese with subtitles... *grins* I really love my brother sometimes. He said that he's going to buy it and if I really want to actually own if for myself, than I can pay him back whenever I happen to get the money. Isn't he great!? Anyway... On to the chapter!
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Chapter 8: Heart to Heart (AKA: Threats in the Closet)
Bakura was lost in thought as he walked down the hall beside Isis. Mariku was at her other side, looking bored as his eyes scanned the artifacts they were passing on their way to the Egyptian exhibit. Malik walked along behind them, gripping the Millennium Rod tightly as he thought.
There had to be some way to get Mariku out of the picture. But how was he supposed to do that? It wasn't like he could just shove him into a closet...
Or was it?
Malik grinned as his eyes fell onto the partially open door to a janitor's closet. Speeding up slightly, he moved closer to the others and put himself at an angle so that he would have a direct line to the closet, with Mariku between him and the door. Just then, Mariku began to raise his arm to put it around Isis' shoulder.
*No!* Malik thought. He couldn't shove Mariku away if he had his arm around her, because that would take her with him. Without thinking, he charged towards Mariku. As he plowed into his yami with his shoulder, he lost his balance.
The two of them stumbled into the closet. As they did, a corner of Mariku's cape that he always wore got caught on the doorknob. The door shut with a loud click that was drowned out by the crashing of the two boys slamming to the ground, upsetting pails, mops, brooms, and other such janitorial supplies.
Isis and Bakura stared at the door, from which came muffled shouts and violent swearing in Egyptian. Isis held an expression of pure surprise, while Bakura just glared at the door. He knew exactly what Malik had been thinking. Now he was alone with Isis...
Quickly ridding himself of the scowl, Bakura rolled his eyes and looked at Isis. "They're idiots. Just ignore them..."
Isis looked at him, slightly hesitant. Seeing this, Bakura turned to look down the hall in the direction they'd been walking. "So... Where's this Ancient Egypt exhibit I've heard so much about?"
Isis smiled, still looking slightly hesitant to leave her brother and his yami like this. "This way." She said as she indicated the same direction and began walking.
As Bakura began walking, he saw her glance back, but pretended not to notice... They walked in silence as Isis led the way through galleries and up or down stairs and through doors.
"Here we are..." Isis said finally as she led Bakura into an especially large gallery.
Bakura stepped into the room and stopped. His eyes widened just slightly as he glanced around, taking in the details. There were displays of ancient crockery, golden jewelry, and small stone, ivory, and golden statues of various sizes and subjects. A stone sarcophagus lay nearby on a stand, next to a set of canopic jars.
He was silent, not saying anything as he took in every detail of his surroundings. Finally, he walked forward. Moving like a man detached from the world, his soft footsteps seemed to echo oddly. He slowed to a stop next to one of the displays holding various types of pots, bowls, and vases (or fragments thereof).
Isis watched him just as silently. She had this odd feeling in the pit of her stomach as she watched. He seemed so sad... Then again, he was 5000 years out of his time... She couldn't imagine it.
Bakura reached out and was about to touch one of the bowls when he stopped. He turned slightly, looking over his shoulder at Isis. She seemed to hesitate for a second, then nodded her head. He turned back and ran his fingers over the surface before gently picking it up and turning it in his hands. He may not have had most of his memories, but he had the feeling that he'd have seen this same sort of bowl before.
Putting it back down he gripped the edge of the display table tightly in his hands, leaning forward slightly with his head hung down. Ancient Egypt... His home... In this time and place, he may have the ability to gain great power and control... But he felt alone sometimes. With the only other people from his time and place being the other two yamis, there wasn't really anyone for him to identify with.
A hand suddenly rested on his shoulder. Bakura slowly lifted his head and moved his eyes to look at it. After a few minutes, he straightened and turned, looking up into Isis' eyes. As he did, she removed her hand from his shoulder.
She studied him silently before asking, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Bakura said, turning away from her. He clenched his fists tightly as he stared down at the ancient pottery.
Isis was silent. What do you say in this sort of situation? It isn't exactly a common problem. Who'd have thought that she'd one day be standing with a 5000-year-old spirit who obviously missed his time...
After several tense minutes, she finally cleared her throat. "Um... For what it's worth, I'm sorry..." When Bakura didn't reply she sighed. "Had you really wanted to come here?"
Bakura tensed slightly at the question. If he told her he hadn't? Would she be offended? Or worse, what if she asked why he had come anyway? Finally he just shook his head.
"I see..." Isis sighed again. "I never thought that it would matter. Mariku's in here every now and then to help me... And I occasionally see Pharaoh Yami in here. It never occurred to me that it might be painful for you."
"I said I'm fine. Why would this bother me?" Bakura declared, making sure his voice was calm and cold. In reality, though, he was fighting deeper, more heartfelt feelings than he cared to experience, let alone express to this woman.
There was a pause before Isis moved closer, putting her hand on his shoulder again. "Why do you feel it's so important to be strong against your emotions?"
Bakura didn't respond.
"There's nothing wrong with missing your home... You are so far away- not only in distance but in time- from the most familiar places you knew. It's alright to be pained. I don't see how you manage, myself..."
Bakura turned and looked at her. "I don't remember it really..."
"Oh..." Isis lowered her eyes. "But... You look so sad."
"Just because I can't remember, doesn't mean that I don't miss it." Bakura allowed.
"I'm sorry..." Isis said softly. Without thinking, she reached out and moved some of his bangs out of his face. When she realized what she was doing, she blushed slightly and withdrew her hand. She turned, leaning against the table so that he was facing her side. She put her hands back on the table to help support herself and stared off towards the door they'd entered through.
Bakura blinked as she brushed the hair from his face. He watched her as she turned away then reached out and put his hand on hers. When she turned to look at him, he smiled. "There's no reason for you to be sorry... But thank you. Both for bringing me here, and for talking to me."
It was hard to say which of the two was more surprised by his sudden gentleness. Isis just stared back at him, obviously not sure what to say. Suddenly, she straightened, pulling her hand out from under Bakura's. "We should find Mariku and my brother. No telling what kind of mischief they could be getting into." That said, she started walking towards the door.
Bakura frowned. He had a feeling he was getting close to what Malik wanted. But... Did he want this? If she was happy with Mariku, how was it his place to change that? He did promise Malik, though. He moved to follow her when something on another display caught his attention. He watched Isis carefully in case she was to turn around. As he passed the other display, he quickly reached out to snatch something.
But then there was a doubt in his mind. Pausing, he drew his hand back empty. He didn't have anywhere to hide it on him. And... For some reason he didn't want to steal anything that had to do with Isis. He doubted that she'd appreciate that very much. *Wait...* he thought as he exited the room. *Why do I care?*
(((At the same time that was happening...)))
Malik and Mariku crashed to the ground of the darkened janitor's closet. With much kicking and shoving, they finally managed to get off one another. Malik scurried out of reach of his yami, but tripped over a pail and went crashing into a bunch of brooms/mops/whatevers that were in a corner.
There was lots of swearing coming from behind him; but then again, he wasn't exactly praising the situation either. It was several minutes before they both calmed down. Malik could hear his yami's breathing, heavy with anger and from the mad scramble to get Malik off of him and climb back to his feet.
Malik crouched in the darkness, waiting for something to happen. Suddenly, a pale light shone from a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. Malik blinked, for although the light wasn't bright, his eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness. Mariku stood with his hand on the light switch next to the door, his eyes scanning the tiny closet. When they fell upon Malik, they flashed with anger and started towards him.
*Oh crap!* Malik thought as he pressed his back against the wall. "Er... You can't kill me you know. That wouldn't be good for you."
Mariku raised an eyebrow, but kept advancing.
"You see... Kill me, and you go back into the rod. 'Cause, ya know... I'm the one with the body..." Malik tried desperately. Mariku stopped and studied him for a few moments, and Malik threw in something even more desperate. "Isis wouldn't like you anymore if you kill her brother!"
Mariku growled, clenching his hands and looked Malik up and down. "Fine..." He snarled. "I'll just hurt you!"
Malik's eyes went wide. "She wouldn't like that either!"
Mariku chuckled. "No, but that look on your face is priceless..." He growled again. "Fine! I'll take it out on someone else once we're out of here. Bakura perhaps... he'd be close at hand."
With that, he turned and trudged to the door. Reaching out he grabbed the doorknob. The doorknob jiggled, but wouldn't turn. Frowning, he tried to twist it harder. After that, he just stood there, staring down at the doorknob as though trying to make it turn just by looking at it.
Malik watched him, wishing that didn't mean what he thought it meant. When Mariku turned on him, however, he knew that it was true.
"I'm going to kill you!" Mariku screamed as he launched himself at Malik.
Malik ducked away, instinctively grabbing something for his protection. He ended up with a broom. Holding it up, ready to strike if Mariku tried anything. Mariku, angered even more by this turn of events, grabbed the handle of a mop.
The mop swung around through the air to hit Malik, who managed to block the blow with the handle of the broom he had grabbed. "This isn't getting us anywhere!" He cried as he blocked another blow. "We should be trying to figure out a way out of here!"
"You're one to talk! Why in the shadow realm did you shove me in here to begin with!? If you hadn't, we wouldn't be stuck here!!" Mariku shouted as he lunged forward to stab Malik in the stomach with the mop handle.
Malik jumped aside, knocking the mop off course with his broom. "Why don't you go into your soulroom and vent in there? That way, we won't have to put up with each other, and I can try to work out a way to get out of here."
After a few minutes more of the desperate battle of the mop and broom, Mariku finally threw the mop at Malik. Calling him a very nasty name in Egyptian, he disappeared into his soulroom.
Malik sighed and turned his attention to the door. After fiddling with the doorknob and checking for a lock he sighed. This was so embarrassing... taking a deep breath, he began to pound on the door and yelling for help. In the back of his mind, he could hear Mariku muttering very mean things about his hikari.
"It's not like it's a real picnic living with you either..." He muttered under his breath as he continued to bang on the door.
(((Several Minutes Later)))
Bakura was walking down the hall a little behind Isis when they both heard the noise about the same time. It was a slow, even thump... thump... Bakura raised an eyebrow, even as Isis looked back at him.
"What's that?" she asked.
Bakura shrugged.
As they approached the closet Malik had shoved his yami into, the noise got louder. Stopping in front of the door they stared at it a moment. Bakura eventually strode forward and knocked on the door.
Malik- who had been sitting on the floor and leaning against it, banging his head back against the door- jumped to his feet when he heard the knock. "Hey! A little help here?" He called through the door hopefully.
Bakura grinned and looked at Isis. "The idiot got himself locked in there."
Isis raised an eyebrow. "I'm surprised he'd still be alive after being in there with Mariku for so long..."
Nodding, Bakura smiled slyly. Raising his voice, so that Malik could hear, he commented, "Well, I don't know. I think if he's stupid enough to get himself locked in there, than we ought to just leave him."
"Bakura!" Malik shouted. "Let me out of here or you'll regret it!" He pounded the door once to emphasis his point.
"Oh dear, now he's threatening me. I'm afraid to open it now." Bakura cried with feigned terror.
Isis chuckled, but went to the door. She pulled out a set of keys and looked through them for a moment before choosing one and fitting it into the lock.
Within moments, Malik was practically charging out of the closet. He threw his arms around Isis and hugged her before letting go and stepping back. "Thanks sis! I was starting to think I'd never get out of there."
"Let's just get out of here." Said Mariku, as he appeared beside them.
Nodding, Isis turned and started walking. Malik followed closely behind her. Bakura glanced at Mariku before starting after them. He was stopped, however, by Mariku grabbing him roughly by the shoulder.
Bakura's eyes widened in surprise and slight fear as he was yanked backwards and dragged into the janitor's closet. Mariku shoved him roughly against an old bookshelf that had been moved here to hold cleaning supplies. Pain clouded Bakura's thoughts a moment and he attempted to shove Mariku away.
Mariku's hands remained where they were, each holding onto a handful of shirt fabric as they forced Bakura tighter against the shelves. "What do you think you're doing?"
Bakura just stared at him blankly. This angered Mariku, who stopped pushing against him, just to lift him off the ground slightly by the shirt and slam him against the shelves again, harder this time. Pushing hard against Bakura's chest, Mariku left the other yami's feet dangling slightly off the ground.
Bakura's eyes went wide. He'd never have thought that Mariku was strong enough to lift him off the ground like this. He didn't really look like he was. "What are you talking about?"
Mariku's eyes narrowed dangerously. "You must really think I'm stupid... You'd better stay clear of Isis, unless you want to find yourself unconscious for the next 5000 years..."
Bakura didn't respond, and Mariku would have pressed the situation more if they didn't suddenly here Isis' questioning voice calling for them. Mariku let go of Bakura, letting him fall to the ground. The albino almost lost his footing as his feet hit the ground.
Mariku gave Bakura one final glare before turning and walking out of the closet. Bakura watched him and took a deep breath to steady himself before following him out. *What a day...* he thought dismally.
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Heh... I, personally, love this chapter. ^_^() Mariku's getting' jealous. *giggles*
Hee hee... Amusing bloopers... Everyone is so unprofessional if given the chance. Even Isis at times. *bounces off to read her reviews*
Lily of the Shadow: *chuckles* Bakura's forgetful at times. And yeah, I suppose that everyone does have their times when they don't update, but mine wasn't by any kind of choice at all... *sigh*
Flamedancer33: *chuckles* That's right, I know everything that's going to happen. So there! And so does Yami Tenshi, seeing as how she stole my story from me everytime she saw me working on it. ~_~() Oh well. But yeah, anyway, Hope you get over being grounded soon, and don't worry, my updates will once more be nightly, so you should always have something to read. (For the most part... you know...)
Anime*2000: *snickers* Yep! Gotta love the bloopers! Thanks for the review!
And whoopie! I've gotten three reviews for Music of the Night... But I didn't recognize any of the names as people who have reviewed this one... Quick! Go read! I like it better than this one even! It's not humorous so much, though. But I love it to death! Heh... Someone even commented specifically on my mutilated teddy bear... I like my mutilated teddy bear... Want to know what I'm talking about? THEN GO READ THE FIC!!! *sticks her tongue out at everyone who hasn't read it yet*
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, though, I still don't own YuGi Oh. * Though my brother is going to buy the fourth box set for me!!! Episodes 93-120 in Japanese with subtitles... *grins* I really love my brother sometimes. He said that he's going to buy it and if I really want to actually own if for myself, than I can pay him back whenever I happen to get the money. Isn't he great!? Anyway... On to the chapter!
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Chapter 8: Heart to Heart (AKA: Threats in the Closet)
Bakura was lost in thought as he walked down the hall beside Isis. Mariku was at her other side, looking bored as his eyes scanned the artifacts they were passing on their way to the Egyptian exhibit. Malik walked along behind them, gripping the Millennium Rod tightly as he thought.
There had to be some way to get Mariku out of the picture. But how was he supposed to do that? It wasn't like he could just shove him into a closet...
Or was it?
Malik grinned as his eyes fell onto the partially open door to a janitor's closet. Speeding up slightly, he moved closer to the others and put himself at an angle so that he would have a direct line to the closet, with Mariku between him and the door. Just then, Mariku began to raise his arm to put it around Isis' shoulder.
*No!* Malik thought. He couldn't shove Mariku away if he had his arm around her, because that would take her with him. Without thinking, he charged towards Mariku. As he plowed into his yami with his shoulder, he lost his balance.
The two of them stumbled into the closet. As they did, a corner of Mariku's cape that he always wore got caught on the doorknob. The door shut with a loud click that was drowned out by the crashing of the two boys slamming to the ground, upsetting pails, mops, brooms, and other such janitorial supplies.
Isis and Bakura stared at the door, from which came muffled shouts and violent swearing in Egyptian. Isis held an expression of pure surprise, while Bakura just glared at the door. He knew exactly what Malik had been thinking. Now he was alone with Isis...
Quickly ridding himself of the scowl, Bakura rolled his eyes and looked at Isis. "They're idiots. Just ignore them..."
Isis looked at him, slightly hesitant. Seeing this, Bakura turned to look down the hall in the direction they'd been walking. "So... Where's this Ancient Egypt exhibit I've heard so much about?"
Isis smiled, still looking slightly hesitant to leave her brother and his yami like this. "This way." She said as she indicated the same direction and began walking.
As Bakura began walking, he saw her glance back, but pretended not to notice... They walked in silence as Isis led the way through galleries and up or down stairs and through doors.
"Here we are..." Isis said finally as she led Bakura into an especially large gallery.
Bakura stepped into the room and stopped. His eyes widened just slightly as he glanced around, taking in the details. There were displays of ancient crockery, golden jewelry, and small stone, ivory, and golden statues of various sizes and subjects. A stone sarcophagus lay nearby on a stand, next to a set of canopic jars.
He was silent, not saying anything as he took in every detail of his surroundings. Finally, he walked forward. Moving like a man detached from the world, his soft footsteps seemed to echo oddly. He slowed to a stop next to one of the displays holding various types of pots, bowls, and vases (or fragments thereof).
Isis watched him just as silently. She had this odd feeling in the pit of her stomach as she watched. He seemed so sad... Then again, he was 5000 years out of his time... She couldn't imagine it.
Bakura reached out and was about to touch one of the bowls when he stopped. He turned slightly, looking over his shoulder at Isis. She seemed to hesitate for a second, then nodded her head. He turned back and ran his fingers over the surface before gently picking it up and turning it in his hands. He may not have had most of his memories, but he had the feeling that he'd have seen this same sort of bowl before.
Putting it back down he gripped the edge of the display table tightly in his hands, leaning forward slightly with his head hung down. Ancient Egypt... His home... In this time and place, he may have the ability to gain great power and control... But he felt alone sometimes. With the only other people from his time and place being the other two yamis, there wasn't really anyone for him to identify with.
A hand suddenly rested on his shoulder. Bakura slowly lifted his head and moved his eyes to look at it. After a few minutes, he straightened and turned, looking up into Isis' eyes. As he did, she removed her hand from his shoulder.
She studied him silently before asking, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Bakura said, turning away from her. He clenched his fists tightly as he stared down at the ancient pottery.
Isis was silent. What do you say in this sort of situation? It isn't exactly a common problem. Who'd have thought that she'd one day be standing with a 5000-year-old spirit who obviously missed his time...
After several tense minutes, she finally cleared her throat. "Um... For what it's worth, I'm sorry..." When Bakura didn't reply she sighed. "Had you really wanted to come here?"
Bakura tensed slightly at the question. If he told her he hadn't? Would she be offended? Or worse, what if she asked why he had come anyway? Finally he just shook his head.
"I see..." Isis sighed again. "I never thought that it would matter. Mariku's in here every now and then to help me... And I occasionally see Pharaoh Yami in here. It never occurred to me that it might be painful for you."
"I said I'm fine. Why would this bother me?" Bakura declared, making sure his voice was calm and cold. In reality, though, he was fighting deeper, more heartfelt feelings than he cared to experience, let alone express to this woman.
There was a pause before Isis moved closer, putting her hand on his shoulder again. "Why do you feel it's so important to be strong against your emotions?"
Bakura didn't respond.
"There's nothing wrong with missing your home... You are so far away- not only in distance but in time- from the most familiar places you knew. It's alright to be pained. I don't see how you manage, myself..."
Bakura turned and looked at her. "I don't remember it really..."
"Oh..." Isis lowered her eyes. "But... You look so sad."
"Just because I can't remember, doesn't mean that I don't miss it." Bakura allowed.
"I'm sorry..." Isis said softly. Without thinking, she reached out and moved some of his bangs out of his face. When she realized what she was doing, she blushed slightly and withdrew her hand. She turned, leaning against the table so that he was facing her side. She put her hands back on the table to help support herself and stared off towards the door they'd entered through.
Bakura blinked as she brushed the hair from his face. He watched her as she turned away then reached out and put his hand on hers. When she turned to look at him, he smiled. "There's no reason for you to be sorry... But thank you. Both for bringing me here, and for talking to me."
It was hard to say which of the two was more surprised by his sudden gentleness. Isis just stared back at him, obviously not sure what to say. Suddenly, she straightened, pulling her hand out from under Bakura's. "We should find Mariku and my brother. No telling what kind of mischief they could be getting into." That said, she started walking towards the door.
Bakura frowned. He had a feeling he was getting close to what Malik wanted. But... Did he want this? If she was happy with Mariku, how was it his place to change that? He did promise Malik, though. He moved to follow her when something on another display caught his attention. He watched Isis carefully in case she was to turn around. As he passed the other display, he quickly reached out to snatch something.
But then there was a doubt in his mind. Pausing, he drew his hand back empty. He didn't have anywhere to hide it on him. And... For some reason he didn't want to steal anything that had to do with Isis. He doubted that she'd appreciate that very much. *Wait...* he thought as he exited the room. *Why do I care?*
(((At the same time that was happening...)))
Malik and Mariku crashed to the ground of the darkened janitor's closet. With much kicking and shoving, they finally managed to get off one another. Malik scurried out of reach of his yami, but tripped over a pail and went crashing into a bunch of brooms/mops/whatevers that were in a corner.
There was lots of swearing coming from behind him; but then again, he wasn't exactly praising the situation either. It was several minutes before they both calmed down. Malik could hear his yami's breathing, heavy with anger and from the mad scramble to get Malik off of him and climb back to his feet.
Malik crouched in the darkness, waiting for something to happen. Suddenly, a pale light shone from a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. Malik blinked, for although the light wasn't bright, his eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness. Mariku stood with his hand on the light switch next to the door, his eyes scanning the tiny closet. When they fell upon Malik, they flashed with anger and started towards him.
*Oh crap!* Malik thought as he pressed his back against the wall. "Er... You can't kill me you know. That wouldn't be good for you."
Mariku raised an eyebrow, but kept advancing.
"You see... Kill me, and you go back into the rod. 'Cause, ya know... I'm the one with the body..." Malik tried desperately. Mariku stopped and studied him for a few moments, and Malik threw in something even more desperate. "Isis wouldn't like you anymore if you kill her brother!"
Mariku growled, clenching his hands and looked Malik up and down. "Fine..." He snarled. "I'll just hurt you!"
Malik's eyes went wide. "She wouldn't like that either!"
Mariku chuckled. "No, but that look on your face is priceless..." He growled again. "Fine! I'll take it out on someone else once we're out of here. Bakura perhaps... he'd be close at hand."
With that, he turned and trudged to the door. Reaching out he grabbed the doorknob. The doorknob jiggled, but wouldn't turn. Frowning, he tried to twist it harder. After that, he just stood there, staring down at the doorknob as though trying to make it turn just by looking at it.
Malik watched him, wishing that didn't mean what he thought it meant. When Mariku turned on him, however, he knew that it was true.
"I'm going to kill you!" Mariku screamed as he launched himself at Malik.
Malik ducked away, instinctively grabbing something for his protection. He ended up with a broom. Holding it up, ready to strike if Mariku tried anything. Mariku, angered even more by this turn of events, grabbed the handle of a mop.
The mop swung around through the air to hit Malik, who managed to block the blow with the handle of the broom he had grabbed. "This isn't getting us anywhere!" He cried as he blocked another blow. "We should be trying to figure out a way out of here!"
"You're one to talk! Why in the shadow realm did you shove me in here to begin with!? If you hadn't, we wouldn't be stuck here!!" Mariku shouted as he lunged forward to stab Malik in the stomach with the mop handle.
Malik jumped aside, knocking the mop off course with his broom. "Why don't you go into your soulroom and vent in there? That way, we won't have to put up with each other, and I can try to work out a way to get out of here."
After a few minutes more of the desperate battle of the mop and broom, Mariku finally threw the mop at Malik. Calling him a very nasty name in Egyptian, he disappeared into his soulroom.
Malik sighed and turned his attention to the door. After fiddling with the doorknob and checking for a lock he sighed. This was so embarrassing... taking a deep breath, he began to pound on the door and yelling for help. In the back of his mind, he could hear Mariku muttering very mean things about his hikari.
"It's not like it's a real picnic living with you either..." He muttered under his breath as he continued to bang on the door.
(((Several Minutes Later)))
Bakura was walking down the hall a little behind Isis when they both heard the noise about the same time. It was a slow, even thump... thump... Bakura raised an eyebrow, even as Isis looked back at him.
"What's that?" she asked.
Bakura shrugged.
As they approached the closet Malik had shoved his yami into, the noise got louder. Stopping in front of the door they stared at it a moment. Bakura eventually strode forward and knocked on the door.
Malik- who had been sitting on the floor and leaning against it, banging his head back against the door- jumped to his feet when he heard the knock. "Hey! A little help here?" He called through the door hopefully.
Bakura grinned and looked at Isis. "The idiot got himself locked in there."
Isis raised an eyebrow. "I'm surprised he'd still be alive after being in there with Mariku for so long..."
Nodding, Bakura smiled slyly. Raising his voice, so that Malik could hear, he commented, "Well, I don't know. I think if he's stupid enough to get himself locked in there, than we ought to just leave him."
"Bakura!" Malik shouted. "Let me out of here or you'll regret it!" He pounded the door once to emphasis his point.
"Oh dear, now he's threatening me. I'm afraid to open it now." Bakura cried with feigned terror.
Isis chuckled, but went to the door. She pulled out a set of keys and looked through them for a moment before choosing one and fitting it into the lock.
Within moments, Malik was practically charging out of the closet. He threw his arms around Isis and hugged her before letting go and stepping back. "Thanks sis! I was starting to think I'd never get out of there."
"Let's just get out of here." Said Mariku, as he appeared beside them.
Nodding, Isis turned and started walking. Malik followed closely behind her. Bakura glanced at Mariku before starting after them. He was stopped, however, by Mariku grabbing him roughly by the shoulder.
Bakura's eyes widened in surprise and slight fear as he was yanked backwards and dragged into the janitor's closet. Mariku shoved him roughly against an old bookshelf that had been moved here to hold cleaning supplies. Pain clouded Bakura's thoughts a moment and he attempted to shove Mariku away.
Mariku's hands remained where they were, each holding onto a handful of shirt fabric as they forced Bakura tighter against the shelves. "What do you think you're doing?"
Bakura just stared at him blankly. This angered Mariku, who stopped pushing against him, just to lift him off the ground slightly by the shirt and slam him against the shelves again, harder this time. Pushing hard against Bakura's chest, Mariku left the other yami's feet dangling slightly off the ground.
Bakura's eyes went wide. He'd never have thought that Mariku was strong enough to lift him off the ground like this. He didn't really look like he was. "What are you talking about?"
Mariku's eyes narrowed dangerously. "You must really think I'm stupid... You'd better stay clear of Isis, unless you want to find yourself unconscious for the next 5000 years..."
Bakura didn't respond, and Mariku would have pressed the situation more if they didn't suddenly here Isis' questioning voice calling for them. Mariku let go of Bakura, letting him fall to the ground. The albino almost lost his footing as his feet hit the ground.
Mariku gave Bakura one final glare before turning and walking out of the closet. Bakura watched him and took a deep breath to steady himself before following him out. *What a day...* he thought dismally.
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Heh... I, personally, love this chapter. ^_^() Mariku's getting' jealous. *giggles*
Hee hee... Amusing bloopers... Everyone is so unprofessional if given the chance. Even Isis at times. *bounces off to read her reviews*
Lily of the Shadow: *chuckles* Bakura's forgetful at times. And yeah, I suppose that everyone does have their times when they don't update, but mine wasn't by any kind of choice at all... *sigh*
Flamedancer33: *chuckles* That's right, I know everything that's going to happen. So there! And so does Yami Tenshi, seeing as how she stole my story from me everytime she saw me working on it. ~_~() Oh well. But yeah, anyway, Hope you get over being grounded soon, and don't worry, my updates will once more be nightly, so you should always have something to read. (For the most part... you know...)
Anime*2000: *snickers* Yep! Gotta love the bloopers! Thanks for the review!
And whoopie! I've gotten three reviews for Music of the Night... But I didn't recognize any of the names as people who have reviewed this one... Quick! Go read! I like it better than this one even! It's not humorous so much, though. But I love it to death! Heh... Someone even commented specifically on my mutilated teddy bear... I like my mutilated teddy bear... Want to know what I'm talking about? THEN GO READ THE FIC!!! *sticks her tongue out at everyone who hasn't read it yet*