Nefuit: Now, the moment you have all been waiting for.
Malik: Me!
Ryou: Great. *sarcasm*
Ianoo: *steals Malik's rod*
Malik: Hey, Give that back, Sorrow! *he chases after her*
Ianoo: *knocks Malik unconscious with the rod* NEVER call me that again!
Malik: Look at the birdies!
Nefuit: Ouch! That's gotta hurt.
Ryou: *holding up a disclaimer sign that says Nefuit doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh!* They really are best friends, they just express it oddly.
One, the storm, the thunder, the void
Ianoo proceeded to drag Ryou throughout the bazaar, dodging booths and hurriedly looking for something. Ryou admired her street smarts, but then again she had grown up there. Suddenly, the narrow street opened up to a wide one that was void of booths and people. Ryou kept walking, but Ianoo pulled him back.
"Just wait her a sec." She told Ryou, gently holding his arm back. A rumbling was heard. Ryou looked worried as he saw a blur quickly pass them. "There he is!"
"Who?" Ryou asked, wondering how she could know what that thing was, since it passed by so quickly.
"Malik! Follow me!" Ianoo said, once again running through streets. She stopped at the entrance to yet another. "Good. He still stops there." She said, as Malik pulled over on his motorbike. "Just stay here. I am going to sneak up on him!"
"But your rib!" Ryou said, concerned.
"Just stay here. I don't care if I hurt it worse, I haven't seen him for four years!" Ianoo said with a determined tone. Ryou didn't argue.
Ianoo slowly sneaked up on the tough-looking motorbiker. She couldn't help but notice the change in his general aura in those long four years. No matter, she got within a foot of him before tackling him, knocking them both to the ground and the motorbike on top of them. Ryou gasped at the mangled heap and was about to advance to assess the damages when he heard a soft, gentle voice.
"Malik! How many times have I told you to be careful on that thing! Really, I thought you would have learned to ignore him!" A lovely young woman chuckled as she slowly advanced. When she moved into view, however, her attitude quickly changed. "Stop it!" she cried.
Malik had turned his rod into a dagger and placed it threateningly under Ianoo's throat. He didn't even bother to see who his hostage was.
"You haven't changed a bit, Malik! Still as paranoid as ever!" Ianoo said, not the least bit swayed by his action. Ryou was starting to panic, but he decided to stay put for a second as Ianoo had told him to do.
"Malik! Put down your knife!" The woman said in a scolding tone. Malik just glared.
"Yes, Malik. Listen to Isis!" Ianoo said, knowing that that statement would shock him into submission.
"What the-" Malik said as he agily hopped to his feet. "How did you know my sister's name? How did you know MY name?" Ryou took this time to dash over to his fallen friend, sensing that whatever immediate danger had passed.
"Ianoo! Are you all right! Your rib, is it ok?" A worried Ryou ran over, grazing against Malik as he then hoisted up the motorbike and set it gently against a wall. Ryou then extended a hand out to Ianoo whom just smiled, and pulled Ryou to the ground.
"Ah, sweet revenge!" Ianoo laughed, reassuring the chuckling Ryou that she was all right. Malik and Isis just stared.
"Ianoo? Is that really you?" Isis said, the truth of the situation finally starting to sink in. She ran over and hoisted her long lost friend up, as Malik helped the unknown snow-haired boy to his feet. Isis embraced Ianoo in a hug, and Ianoo returned it before gasping in pain.
"What's wrong?" Isis said, holding onto Ianoo's shoulders.
"It's nothing." Ianoo said, and ran over to Malik and gave him a small hug. Malik was still shocked and let his rod clutter noisily to the street. Ianoo then backed away and gave him an odd look.
"Oh, Isis, Malik, this is my dear friend Ryou Bakura." Ryou blushed slightly and shook hands with Isis and Malik.
"Oh, no, not again." Malik groaned, but before anyone could question this, a Yami Malik emerged from the rod.
"What the-" Ryou started as a smirking Bakura appeared beside him, shoving poor Ryou to the ground. Ianoo protested and Bakura waltzed over and punched her in her rib. He then continued to Yami Malik, knocking over Malik and Isis on the way. Isis humphed and muttered about the stupid ancient spirits in her native tongue, getting a warning look from the two Yamis.
"Long time no see, dear friend." Bakura said coolly to the other, then pushed him to the ground. Yami Malik hopped up and pushed Bakura to the ground. Bakura crawled up and they both started laughing as they shook hands.
"Sharma! Dear Khaber." Yami Malik returned, mixing his two languages together. Ryou looked puzzled so Ianoo clued him in.
"Sharma is standard greeting and khaber is friend." She said.
"Silence, you foolish mortal. Have I not taught you your lesson?" Bakura said. Ianoo automatically rubbed her rib and Malik and Isis noticed this in shock. Yami Malik is insane, but not that mean, Malik thought. At least that he knew of.
"What have you been doing with yourself lately?" The tomb robber asked his ancient accomplice. Yami Malik smirked, thinking of his daily pranks.
"Oh, I get tired of my other riding that noisy beast everyday, so I pop out in front of him, causing him to crash. He has fallen for it twice-" Yami Malik was cut off by Bakura.
"You think he would have learned the first time." Bakura smirked.
"today." Yami Malik finished his sentence. Malik just blushed as Ianoo giggled. That must have been why Isis wasn't concerned about Malik's crash. "He doesn't realize it's me I guess, and even if he hit me, it wouldn't hurt since I am not truly alive." Malik's other finished. "What have you been up to?"
"Oh, nothing." Bakura answered, sending a death glare towards Ryou and Ianoo. "Care to go for a walk?" The three teens and young woman stared in awe as the two Yami's walked away, quickly disappearing into the crowded streets.
"Well that was a little unnerving." Ryou replied, pulling himself off the ground.
"I can agree to that. They must go a long way back." Ianoo replied, accepting Malik's strong grip that pulled her to an upright position. "Thanks" she mumbled as she dusted off the sand that had collected on her sweater. "Stupid rib, I hate relying on people so."
"This has to be the first time I ever wished I wasn't cursed to long- sleeves. It must be over one hundred and ten degrees!" Ryou muttered. Ianoo nodded and caught the odd looks from her friends.
"We can go shopping?" Isis suggested happily. "Besides, you two look really out of place in that wardrobe. Now is not the time to stand out, it is better to blend in." Ianoo and Ryou glanced at their clothes and agreed.
"Sure! That would be fun. I do miss my old clothes." Ianoo said, and noticed Ryou looking rather sad. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know if I can take all the fabric!" Ryou said. Isis and Malik just laughed before Malik pointed to his clothes.
"Not everyone wears the traditional robes. Just lighter colors that aren't sweaters." Malik chuckled as Ryou blushed. Ianoo couldn't see what Ryou's father meant by him not taking the news of his father's death well. He seemed perfectly fine! It was just his Yami that was insane.
The foursome walked through the streets, viewing each booth as they walked along. Ianoo had already found an outfit that fit her perfectly in the first five minutes. Isis had also insisted in getting her a gold headpiece in which her name was inscribed in hieroglyphs along with the eye of Horus symbol and several Ankhs. Malik had found yet another gold band and added it to his arm passionately. Isis had also found a new headpiece that matched her white dress. Only Ryou had no luck.
"Really, guys. I think I will be fine in what I am wearing!" Ryou insisted as he rejected yet another long robe.
"Nonsense." Isis replied.
"Wait. Oh, this will be too good!" Ianoo laughed, telling Malik her plan. They both snickered deviously.
"Uh, Oh! I like the old Ianoo better." Ryou said, fearing what they were plotting to do to him.
After several minutes, Ryou emerged from a dressing room. Isis couldn't help it; she burst out laughing along with Ianoo's snickers. Malik was literally rolling on the dusty ground in hysterics. Ryou blushed and muttered a threat aimed at Ianoo.
"You. Look. Ridiculous!" Malik gasped.
"Actually, you quite resemble Shadi." Isis added, calming her giggles down.
Ryou blushed ferociously. Ianoo had forced him into long, loose robes that trailed the ground, but the funniest part was the turban they had wrapped around his head, his white hair couldn't be kept in it, so stray locks were falling all over. "I am going to kill you Ianoo!" Ryou yelled through gritted teeth.
"Temper, temper!" Ianoo tutted.
"Hold up!" Malik said as he shot several snaps from a camera he always kept with him for times like these.
"Malik! That wasn't very nice!" Isis said. "Can I have a copy?" she whispered into her brother's ear.
After Ryou got into his normal clothes, they scanned the other booths for a while. Ryou finally found an ensemble of a white shirt, long sleeved of course and light beige loose pants. He bluntly refused to wear a turban or any other headpiece for that matter; he would never after the past event.
The four teens continued to shop for a while, Isis buying Ryou a gorgeous gold Ankh on a silver chain to make up for her younger brother and Ianoo's prank. Ryou begged her not to, saying it wasn't necessary, but Isis wouldn't stand for it and he finally gave in. They stopped for lunch, to Ryou's delight nothing foreign.
"Pizza has got to be the best thing in the world!" Ianoo said happily as she took a bite. Ryou joined in and Isis tried a slice as well.
"This stuff is good!" Isis exclaimed. Malik looked at her suspiciously and just sniffed his slice.
"Don't be such a baby Malik! It is good, trust me!" Ianoo coaxed him to try the new food. He had always ate the Egyptian meals prepared by his cooks and never tasted more modern food. He had known Ianoo all his life and would trust his life in her hands, so he took a bite.
"GAH!" Malik screamed, dropping the piece. People all over turned at him and stared. Ryou was shocked and Ianoo had a puzzled look on her face. Malik blushed. "I burned the roof of my mouth." Isis laughed and the other two teens sighed in relief.
After lunch, they began to wander around once more. They turned onto a small alley and walked right into a tall, dark, mysterious figure.
Ryou: Yet another cliffhanger!
Nefuit: Yep! I wish I could get more reviews, but then again, I am writing this because I have to.
Ianoo: huh?
Nefuit: Fellow authors and authoresses understand; sometimes you just gotta write a story.
Malik: Look at the pretty birdies!
Nefuit: He is still out of it?
Ianoo: No.
Malik: Oh, look, a butterfly! *frolicks after it*
Malik: Me!
Ryou: Great. *sarcasm*
Ianoo: *steals Malik's rod*
Malik: Hey, Give that back, Sorrow! *he chases after her*
Ianoo: *knocks Malik unconscious with the rod* NEVER call me that again!
Malik: Look at the birdies!
Nefuit: Ouch! That's gotta hurt.
Ryou: *holding up a disclaimer sign that says Nefuit doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh!* They really are best friends, they just express it oddly.
One, the storm, the thunder, the void
Ianoo proceeded to drag Ryou throughout the bazaar, dodging booths and hurriedly looking for something. Ryou admired her street smarts, but then again she had grown up there. Suddenly, the narrow street opened up to a wide one that was void of booths and people. Ryou kept walking, but Ianoo pulled him back.
"Just wait her a sec." She told Ryou, gently holding his arm back. A rumbling was heard. Ryou looked worried as he saw a blur quickly pass them. "There he is!"
"Who?" Ryou asked, wondering how she could know what that thing was, since it passed by so quickly.
"Malik! Follow me!" Ianoo said, once again running through streets. She stopped at the entrance to yet another. "Good. He still stops there." She said, as Malik pulled over on his motorbike. "Just stay here. I am going to sneak up on him!"
"But your rib!" Ryou said, concerned.
"Just stay here. I don't care if I hurt it worse, I haven't seen him for four years!" Ianoo said with a determined tone. Ryou didn't argue.
Ianoo slowly sneaked up on the tough-looking motorbiker. She couldn't help but notice the change in his general aura in those long four years. No matter, she got within a foot of him before tackling him, knocking them both to the ground and the motorbike on top of them. Ryou gasped at the mangled heap and was about to advance to assess the damages when he heard a soft, gentle voice.
"Malik! How many times have I told you to be careful on that thing! Really, I thought you would have learned to ignore him!" A lovely young woman chuckled as she slowly advanced. When she moved into view, however, her attitude quickly changed. "Stop it!" she cried.
Malik had turned his rod into a dagger and placed it threateningly under Ianoo's throat. He didn't even bother to see who his hostage was.
"You haven't changed a bit, Malik! Still as paranoid as ever!" Ianoo said, not the least bit swayed by his action. Ryou was starting to panic, but he decided to stay put for a second as Ianoo had told him to do.
"Malik! Put down your knife!" The woman said in a scolding tone. Malik just glared.
"Yes, Malik. Listen to Isis!" Ianoo said, knowing that that statement would shock him into submission.
"What the-" Malik said as he agily hopped to his feet. "How did you know my sister's name? How did you know MY name?" Ryou took this time to dash over to his fallen friend, sensing that whatever immediate danger had passed.
"Ianoo! Are you all right! Your rib, is it ok?" A worried Ryou ran over, grazing against Malik as he then hoisted up the motorbike and set it gently against a wall. Ryou then extended a hand out to Ianoo whom just smiled, and pulled Ryou to the ground.
"Ah, sweet revenge!" Ianoo laughed, reassuring the chuckling Ryou that she was all right. Malik and Isis just stared.
"Ianoo? Is that really you?" Isis said, the truth of the situation finally starting to sink in. She ran over and hoisted her long lost friend up, as Malik helped the unknown snow-haired boy to his feet. Isis embraced Ianoo in a hug, and Ianoo returned it before gasping in pain.
"What's wrong?" Isis said, holding onto Ianoo's shoulders.
"It's nothing." Ianoo said, and ran over to Malik and gave him a small hug. Malik was still shocked and let his rod clutter noisily to the street. Ianoo then backed away and gave him an odd look.
"Oh, Isis, Malik, this is my dear friend Ryou Bakura." Ryou blushed slightly and shook hands with Isis and Malik.
"Oh, no, not again." Malik groaned, but before anyone could question this, a Yami Malik emerged from the rod.
"What the-" Ryou started as a smirking Bakura appeared beside him, shoving poor Ryou to the ground. Ianoo protested and Bakura waltzed over and punched her in her rib. He then continued to Yami Malik, knocking over Malik and Isis on the way. Isis humphed and muttered about the stupid ancient spirits in her native tongue, getting a warning look from the two Yamis.
"Long time no see, dear friend." Bakura said coolly to the other, then pushed him to the ground. Yami Malik hopped up and pushed Bakura to the ground. Bakura crawled up and they both started laughing as they shook hands.
"Sharma! Dear Khaber." Yami Malik returned, mixing his two languages together. Ryou looked puzzled so Ianoo clued him in.
"Sharma is standard greeting and khaber is friend." She said.
"Silence, you foolish mortal. Have I not taught you your lesson?" Bakura said. Ianoo automatically rubbed her rib and Malik and Isis noticed this in shock. Yami Malik is insane, but not that mean, Malik thought. At least that he knew of.
"What have you been doing with yourself lately?" The tomb robber asked his ancient accomplice. Yami Malik smirked, thinking of his daily pranks.
"Oh, I get tired of my other riding that noisy beast everyday, so I pop out in front of him, causing him to crash. He has fallen for it twice-" Yami Malik was cut off by Bakura.
"You think he would have learned the first time." Bakura smirked.
"today." Yami Malik finished his sentence. Malik just blushed as Ianoo giggled. That must have been why Isis wasn't concerned about Malik's crash. "He doesn't realize it's me I guess, and even if he hit me, it wouldn't hurt since I am not truly alive." Malik's other finished. "What have you been up to?"
"Oh, nothing." Bakura answered, sending a death glare towards Ryou and Ianoo. "Care to go for a walk?" The three teens and young woman stared in awe as the two Yami's walked away, quickly disappearing into the crowded streets.
"Well that was a little unnerving." Ryou replied, pulling himself off the ground.
"I can agree to that. They must go a long way back." Ianoo replied, accepting Malik's strong grip that pulled her to an upright position. "Thanks" she mumbled as she dusted off the sand that had collected on her sweater. "Stupid rib, I hate relying on people so."
"This has to be the first time I ever wished I wasn't cursed to long- sleeves. It must be over one hundred and ten degrees!" Ryou muttered. Ianoo nodded and caught the odd looks from her friends.
"We can go shopping?" Isis suggested happily. "Besides, you two look really out of place in that wardrobe. Now is not the time to stand out, it is better to blend in." Ianoo and Ryou glanced at their clothes and agreed.
"Sure! That would be fun. I do miss my old clothes." Ianoo said, and noticed Ryou looking rather sad. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know if I can take all the fabric!" Ryou said. Isis and Malik just laughed before Malik pointed to his clothes.
"Not everyone wears the traditional robes. Just lighter colors that aren't sweaters." Malik chuckled as Ryou blushed. Ianoo couldn't see what Ryou's father meant by him not taking the news of his father's death well. He seemed perfectly fine! It was just his Yami that was insane.
The foursome walked through the streets, viewing each booth as they walked along. Ianoo had already found an outfit that fit her perfectly in the first five minutes. Isis had also insisted in getting her a gold headpiece in which her name was inscribed in hieroglyphs along with the eye of Horus symbol and several Ankhs. Malik had found yet another gold band and added it to his arm passionately. Isis had also found a new headpiece that matched her white dress. Only Ryou had no luck.
"Really, guys. I think I will be fine in what I am wearing!" Ryou insisted as he rejected yet another long robe.
"Nonsense." Isis replied.
"Wait. Oh, this will be too good!" Ianoo laughed, telling Malik her plan. They both snickered deviously.
"Uh, Oh! I like the old Ianoo better." Ryou said, fearing what they were plotting to do to him.
After several minutes, Ryou emerged from a dressing room. Isis couldn't help it; she burst out laughing along with Ianoo's snickers. Malik was literally rolling on the dusty ground in hysterics. Ryou blushed and muttered a threat aimed at Ianoo.
"You. Look. Ridiculous!" Malik gasped.
"Actually, you quite resemble Shadi." Isis added, calming her giggles down.
Ryou blushed ferociously. Ianoo had forced him into long, loose robes that trailed the ground, but the funniest part was the turban they had wrapped around his head, his white hair couldn't be kept in it, so stray locks were falling all over. "I am going to kill you Ianoo!" Ryou yelled through gritted teeth.
"Temper, temper!" Ianoo tutted.
"Hold up!" Malik said as he shot several snaps from a camera he always kept with him for times like these.
"Malik! That wasn't very nice!" Isis said. "Can I have a copy?" she whispered into her brother's ear.
After Ryou got into his normal clothes, they scanned the other booths for a while. Ryou finally found an ensemble of a white shirt, long sleeved of course and light beige loose pants. He bluntly refused to wear a turban or any other headpiece for that matter; he would never after the past event.
The four teens continued to shop for a while, Isis buying Ryou a gorgeous gold Ankh on a silver chain to make up for her younger brother and Ianoo's prank. Ryou begged her not to, saying it wasn't necessary, but Isis wouldn't stand for it and he finally gave in. They stopped for lunch, to Ryou's delight nothing foreign.
"Pizza has got to be the best thing in the world!" Ianoo said happily as she took a bite. Ryou joined in and Isis tried a slice as well.
"This stuff is good!" Isis exclaimed. Malik looked at her suspiciously and just sniffed his slice.
"Don't be such a baby Malik! It is good, trust me!" Ianoo coaxed him to try the new food. He had always ate the Egyptian meals prepared by his cooks and never tasted more modern food. He had known Ianoo all his life and would trust his life in her hands, so he took a bite.
"GAH!" Malik screamed, dropping the piece. People all over turned at him and stared. Ryou was shocked and Ianoo had a puzzled look on her face. Malik blushed. "I burned the roof of my mouth." Isis laughed and the other two teens sighed in relief.
After lunch, they began to wander around once more. They turned onto a small alley and walked right into a tall, dark, mysterious figure.
Ryou: Yet another cliffhanger!
Nefuit: Yep! I wish I could get more reviews, but then again, I am writing this because I have to.
Ianoo: huh?
Nefuit: Fellow authors and authoresses understand; sometimes you just gotta write a story.
Malik: Look at the pretty birdies!
Nefuit: He is still out of it?
Ianoo: No.
Malik: Oh, look, a butterfly! *frolicks after it*
