Sorry for the delay, I was at my Grandma's house. Another chapter will be
uploaded today as well. I fired Seto after his comment on my voice, and
hired someone else.
Malik: Why me?
Nefuit: Because you are so much fun!
Malik: Oh goody.
Nefuit: Get on with it.
Malik: Re, help me. *sees Nefuit's death glare* All right. Nefuit does not own Yu-Gi-Oh! But she does own Kat/Ianoo, the poem, herself, and the plot. DO NOT STEAL!
Nefuit: Be nice. If you want to borrow Kat/Ianoo, e-mail me and tell me why.
Malik: Why would anyone want to borrow HER?
Ianoo: *kicks him* That is not a very life-long-friendish thing to say!
Malik: Ow!
Nefuit: On with the story!
One would sacrifice himself to see his other's fall
Ianoo woke up with a start, jerking to an upright position, then whimpering and laid back down. Was it true? She thought. She looked at her watch and noticed it was four in the morning; she knew she couldn't go back to sleep now. She slowly eased herself up with a sigh, and began digging through one of her bags quietly, so as not to disturb Ryou. She pulled out a big book, and started thumbing through it until she heard a noise. She stared at the figure in the doorway.
Ryou slowly walked in, not aware that Ianoo was wide-awake. He lay down with a sigh; a sigh that told Ianoo he too wouldn't be going back to sleep. She reached over and turned on the light.
"Wha! Who's there! Go away, no more!" Ryou nearly screamed. Ianoo pounced on him and covered his mouth.
"Do you want to wake up your father?" Ianoo harshly asked, crawling painfully to the door and shutting it tight.
"Lock it, please!" Ryou whined. This shocked Ianoo who did what he said.
"What in the name of Re happened to you?" Ianoo asked the cowering Ryou. Obviously he wasn't completely awake.
Ryou sat up and apologized then noticed Ianoo's stares. Ryou's nightshirt's sleeve was doused in blood. "Ryou!" Ianoo said loudly, shocking him. "Are you all right?" That was the understatement of the year.
"You did lock it, didn't you?' Ryou asked pleadingly. "He is just outside. Bakura chose this time to get back at me for my insolence. He slashed my arm." Ianoo nodded sadly, this was all her fault.
"I am sorry Ryou, this is all my fault." She jumped up, rolling Ryou's sleeve up to examine the gash. Ryou winced and quickly apologized for his action. "Don't apologize, the wound is deep and still bleeding." Ianoo ran to another one of her bags and brought out bandages. "I always keep these handy in case my Yami returns." She explained, wrapping Ryou's wound.
"Thanks." Ryou replied gratefully. The pressure relieved the pain. "Sorry I woke you."
"Quite the contrary, I was just." she trailed off and picked up her book. "It is all I have left. Do you care to see?" Ianoo asked Ryou, willing to share the remainder of her past with him. "I doubt either of us will be able to sleep now." Ryou nodded in agreement.
Ianoo patted the bed beside her and Ryou joined her. He watched as she flipped through page upon page of photos, short diary entries, and poems. Ianoo pointed out Malik at the age of four playing in the sand with Ianoo, the same age. She also showed Malik at the age of ten, and then one last shot of all the Ishtars, Rekhits, and a mysterious figure in a turban which Ianoo pointed out to be Shadi, the one who gave her her name.
"At least now I can recognize them." Ryou said. Ianoo sighed and hung her head low.
"I am afraid that I can't." Ryou gave Ianoo a weird look. "The more you know someone, the more you can tell when something is wrong." She explained, getting an expression from Ryou showing that he understood.
A certain poem caught Ryou's attention.
"Two opposing forces, wielded together." He started to read aloud. Ianoo closed the book.
"Only one of their hearts weighing less than the feather." Ianoo finished the first couplet. Ryou looked at her oddly. "I memorized it, trying to make sense of it. Shadi passed it down to me."
"Oh." Was all Ryou could say. Ianoo re-opened the book and handed it to Ryou. He asked many questions about the photographs and Ianoo explained every single one. Ryou was grateful to have a friend that spoke about a troubling past so freely to him. He would do the same for her, but not much had happened to him that she didn't already know.
The two had fun trying to decipher some of the hieroglyphs, which happened to be boring phrases. They laughed at this; spending ten minutes on one line and getting some already known history lesson. Once finished with the thick black book, it was six. They decided, upon hearing Ryou's father get up, it was safe to venture downstairs. They were both already dressed and decided to pack their bags before going down. So by the time they got to making their tea, it was forty-five after six.
"Hey you two. We leave at nine. Do you think you can be ready by that time?" Ryou's father asked. Ryou and Ianoo looked at each other and snickered to themselves. "Yes sir!" They both answered at the same time. "I swear, you two have only known each other for a week and you are already acting as if it were a lifetime!" The two teens glanced at each other, both realizing that they felt they had already known each other for longer than a lifetime.
After drinking their tea, Ryou started breakfast while Ianoo decided to harass Ryou's father some more with her questions. "So, why is Egypt in trouble?"
"You wouldn't understand." Mr. Bakura looked at Ianoo, who had a just-try- me look on her face. Ryou's father sighed, giving in. "Something about some dark magic; a shadow game. Frankly, I think Shadi is going off the deep end." Ianoo glared at him for this comment.
"Ok, then. How do you know the Ishtars?" He asked, returning the question. Ianoo looked down.
"My parents loved me, but they neglected me. The Ishtars were like my family. Although, close before I left, Ishtar. changed. I worried about Malik then too." She said, breaking for a breath of air and sip of tea. "I grew up with Malik, our ages were only weeks apart. We would romp and play with Isis keeping a vigilant watch, but eventually she would join us, since she was only five years older than Malik. My Re! That means she is over twenty now!" She stopped for a second.
"But didn't you see her only a month ago?" Ryou was listening in on their conversation.
Ianoo turned away to regain her composure and wipe away the forming tears. "For some odd reason, the Ishtar's became reclusive. The last time I saw Malik was when I was thirteen, making Isis only seventeen."
"When the Ishtars abandoned me, Shadi often kept watch over me. I never understood him too well, he is mysterious and speaks in cryptic sentences. Only thinking back on him can I understand his words. Although not the best parent, he was very loyal and true, almost like a guardian for me." Ianoo couldn't help it, she started to cry.
"Ianoo. What is wrong?" Ryou asked, grabbing her shoulders and looking into her watery eyes.
"Nothing." She said wiping her eyes. Bakura looked at her hard and she knew she couldn't avoid it. "Malik was like a brother to me, who was suddenly stolen away. I worry."
"Well, if things go correctly, you can see him by tomorrow." Ryou's father explained. This cheered Ianoo up right away, and she set the table for breakfast.
After eating, Ryou's father got up to pack, and suggested the teens did the same. Ryou and Ianoo ran upstairs and returned seconds later with their bags. Mr. Bakura didn't even have time to leave the table.
"It is a long story." They both explained simultaneously, laughed, and plopped down on the couch. By now it was eight, and Ianoo just remembered their friends.
"Yugi!" She said suddenly. Ryou gave her an odd look; but Ianoo just pulled him to his feet and dragged him from the house.
"We'll be right back, Mister Bakura!" Ianoo yelled as she slammed the door.
"Just be back before nine!" Ryou's father's words echoed through the empty house.
Nefuit: I stopped here because I realized there wouldn't be enough chapters for my poem lines, and that it would be well over 15 pages on Word. Did you know I printed this story out and so far it is twenty-seven pages long?
Ryou: Wow!
Malik: And I am just now getting here?
Ianoo: Yes, Malik-kun. Now, will you be nice?
Malik: No. *sees evil death glare* I mean, yes, of course. You know, everyone thinks I am insane. The directors made me, so Nefuit decided to let my real personality show.
Nefuit: And that, will be a mistake.
Ryou: Please R&R! For me? *Big puppy dog eyes and "the lip"
Ianoo: Knock it of, Ryou. That is sickening.
Malik: For once I agree with four-eyes. Ianoo: Why you little. Ryou: Until next time! *he stares at the huge dust-cloud fight.*
Malik: Why me?
Nefuit: Because you are so much fun!
Malik: Oh goody.
Nefuit: Get on with it.
Malik: Re, help me. *sees Nefuit's death glare* All right. Nefuit does not own Yu-Gi-Oh! But she does own Kat/Ianoo, the poem, herself, and the plot. DO NOT STEAL!
Nefuit: Be nice. If you want to borrow Kat/Ianoo, e-mail me and tell me why.
Malik: Why would anyone want to borrow HER?
Ianoo: *kicks him* That is not a very life-long-friendish thing to say!
Malik: Ow!
Nefuit: On with the story!
One would sacrifice himself to see his other's fall
Ianoo woke up with a start, jerking to an upright position, then whimpering and laid back down. Was it true? She thought. She looked at her watch and noticed it was four in the morning; she knew she couldn't go back to sleep now. She slowly eased herself up with a sigh, and began digging through one of her bags quietly, so as not to disturb Ryou. She pulled out a big book, and started thumbing through it until she heard a noise. She stared at the figure in the doorway.
Ryou slowly walked in, not aware that Ianoo was wide-awake. He lay down with a sigh; a sigh that told Ianoo he too wouldn't be going back to sleep. She reached over and turned on the light.
"Wha! Who's there! Go away, no more!" Ryou nearly screamed. Ianoo pounced on him and covered his mouth.
"Do you want to wake up your father?" Ianoo harshly asked, crawling painfully to the door and shutting it tight.
"Lock it, please!" Ryou whined. This shocked Ianoo who did what he said.
"What in the name of Re happened to you?" Ianoo asked the cowering Ryou. Obviously he wasn't completely awake.
Ryou sat up and apologized then noticed Ianoo's stares. Ryou's nightshirt's sleeve was doused in blood. "Ryou!" Ianoo said loudly, shocking him. "Are you all right?" That was the understatement of the year.
"You did lock it, didn't you?' Ryou asked pleadingly. "He is just outside. Bakura chose this time to get back at me for my insolence. He slashed my arm." Ianoo nodded sadly, this was all her fault.
"I am sorry Ryou, this is all my fault." She jumped up, rolling Ryou's sleeve up to examine the gash. Ryou winced and quickly apologized for his action. "Don't apologize, the wound is deep and still bleeding." Ianoo ran to another one of her bags and brought out bandages. "I always keep these handy in case my Yami returns." She explained, wrapping Ryou's wound.
"Thanks." Ryou replied gratefully. The pressure relieved the pain. "Sorry I woke you."
"Quite the contrary, I was just." she trailed off and picked up her book. "It is all I have left. Do you care to see?" Ianoo asked Ryou, willing to share the remainder of her past with him. "I doubt either of us will be able to sleep now." Ryou nodded in agreement.
Ianoo patted the bed beside her and Ryou joined her. He watched as she flipped through page upon page of photos, short diary entries, and poems. Ianoo pointed out Malik at the age of four playing in the sand with Ianoo, the same age. She also showed Malik at the age of ten, and then one last shot of all the Ishtars, Rekhits, and a mysterious figure in a turban which Ianoo pointed out to be Shadi, the one who gave her her name.
"At least now I can recognize them." Ryou said. Ianoo sighed and hung her head low.
"I am afraid that I can't." Ryou gave Ianoo a weird look. "The more you know someone, the more you can tell when something is wrong." She explained, getting an expression from Ryou showing that he understood.
A certain poem caught Ryou's attention.
"Two opposing forces, wielded together." He started to read aloud. Ianoo closed the book.
"Only one of their hearts weighing less than the feather." Ianoo finished the first couplet. Ryou looked at her oddly. "I memorized it, trying to make sense of it. Shadi passed it down to me."
"Oh." Was all Ryou could say. Ianoo re-opened the book and handed it to Ryou. He asked many questions about the photographs and Ianoo explained every single one. Ryou was grateful to have a friend that spoke about a troubling past so freely to him. He would do the same for her, but not much had happened to him that she didn't already know.
The two had fun trying to decipher some of the hieroglyphs, which happened to be boring phrases. They laughed at this; spending ten minutes on one line and getting some already known history lesson. Once finished with the thick black book, it was six. They decided, upon hearing Ryou's father get up, it was safe to venture downstairs. They were both already dressed and decided to pack their bags before going down. So by the time they got to making their tea, it was forty-five after six.
"Hey you two. We leave at nine. Do you think you can be ready by that time?" Ryou's father asked. Ryou and Ianoo looked at each other and snickered to themselves. "Yes sir!" They both answered at the same time. "I swear, you two have only known each other for a week and you are already acting as if it were a lifetime!" The two teens glanced at each other, both realizing that they felt they had already known each other for longer than a lifetime.
After drinking their tea, Ryou started breakfast while Ianoo decided to harass Ryou's father some more with her questions. "So, why is Egypt in trouble?"
"You wouldn't understand." Mr. Bakura looked at Ianoo, who had a just-try- me look on her face. Ryou's father sighed, giving in. "Something about some dark magic; a shadow game. Frankly, I think Shadi is going off the deep end." Ianoo glared at him for this comment.
"Ok, then. How do you know the Ishtars?" He asked, returning the question. Ianoo looked down.
"My parents loved me, but they neglected me. The Ishtars were like my family. Although, close before I left, Ishtar. changed. I worried about Malik then too." She said, breaking for a breath of air and sip of tea. "I grew up with Malik, our ages were only weeks apart. We would romp and play with Isis keeping a vigilant watch, but eventually she would join us, since she was only five years older than Malik. My Re! That means she is over twenty now!" She stopped for a second.
"But didn't you see her only a month ago?" Ryou was listening in on their conversation.
Ianoo turned away to regain her composure and wipe away the forming tears. "For some odd reason, the Ishtar's became reclusive. The last time I saw Malik was when I was thirteen, making Isis only seventeen."
"When the Ishtars abandoned me, Shadi often kept watch over me. I never understood him too well, he is mysterious and speaks in cryptic sentences. Only thinking back on him can I understand his words. Although not the best parent, he was very loyal and true, almost like a guardian for me." Ianoo couldn't help it, she started to cry.
"Ianoo. What is wrong?" Ryou asked, grabbing her shoulders and looking into her watery eyes.
"Nothing." She said wiping her eyes. Bakura looked at her hard and she knew she couldn't avoid it. "Malik was like a brother to me, who was suddenly stolen away. I worry."
"Well, if things go correctly, you can see him by tomorrow." Ryou's father explained. This cheered Ianoo up right away, and she set the table for breakfast.
After eating, Ryou's father got up to pack, and suggested the teens did the same. Ryou and Ianoo ran upstairs and returned seconds later with their bags. Mr. Bakura didn't even have time to leave the table.
"It is a long story." They both explained simultaneously, laughed, and plopped down on the couch. By now it was eight, and Ianoo just remembered their friends.
"Yugi!" She said suddenly. Ryou gave her an odd look; but Ianoo just pulled him to his feet and dragged him from the house.
"We'll be right back, Mister Bakura!" Ianoo yelled as she slammed the door.
"Just be back before nine!" Ryou's father's words echoed through the empty house.
Nefuit: I stopped here because I realized there wouldn't be enough chapters for my poem lines, and that it would be well over 15 pages on Word. Did you know I printed this story out and so far it is twenty-seven pages long?
Ryou: Wow!
Malik: And I am just now getting here?
Ianoo: Yes, Malik-kun. Now, will you be nice?
Malik: No. *sees evil death glare* I mean, yes, of course. You know, everyone thinks I am insane. The directors made me, so Nefuit decided to let my real personality show.
Nefuit: And that, will be a mistake.
Ryou: Please R&R! For me? *Big puppy dog eyes and "the lip"
Ianoo: Knock it of, Ryou. That is sickening.
Malik: For once I agree with four-eyes. Ianoo: Why you little. Ryou: Until next time! *he stares at the huge dust-cloud fight.*
