Nefuit: *agily dodges various objects being thrown at her, then she gets
hit* *unconcious*
Ryou: Nefuit-san? Dijobou desu ka? Are you alright?
Nefuit: *still out*
Yami Bakura: *smirks*
Ianoo: You Baka! *knocks Bakura out*
Nefuit: *regains conciousness* Sorry for the delay on the updates, I just returned to school and my 4 college classes and 3 honors are weighing me down, not to mention studying Japanese and Egyptian and drawing anime in my spare time. I won't let this story rot and I am planning on a sequel, but I may not be able to update often, so if you want me to e-mail you when I update, simply put your e-mail into your review
White Angel and I can't be the only one with all the homework, so all you high school students out there should be empathetic and kind, don't complain about the lack of updates too much.
Seto: Nefuit doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Nefuit: Wow, aren't you punctual!
Seto: Who could blame me, I didn't want to listen to one of your rants.
Nefuit: -_-u
The destruction of his other would have enjoyed
Ianoo sucked in her breath and held it along with the three others as the shadow hung before them. They stayed, huddled up with the boys in front of the ladies; they had jumped there from instinct. They breathed in slow raspy breaths as the shadow hovered, for several minutes. A hand then came flying out from the shadow; the same thought flew to everyone's minds, Bakrua.
As Malik and Isis let out a small shriek and Ianoo and Ryou's faces fell to sorrow and depresion; the hand abruptly came to a halt and fell back to the shadows. All four looked up towards the darkness; confusion written among all of their faces; Malik still shaking violently as Ianoo clung to his arm for protection and a futile attempt to calm him.
A foot emerged from the shadows, then another, then two arms and the rest of the body. Ianoo gasped at who she saw standing there and Ryou shot her a curious glance. Malik and Isis just sighed from relief; Malik instantly turning red from Ianoo's grip and stopped shaking.
"What are you four doing her?" A strong, ancient voice asked accusingly. He certainly didn't expect an answer, and he didn't get one. Instead he got an action that thoroughly caught him off-guard. Malik and Isis plopped to the ground, relieved, Ryou stood, still hunched over, with an odd look upon his face before he stood fully upright. Ianoo, on the other hand, ran to the figure and threw her arms around it, the light-clothed person just stiff as a board, not knowing how to respond. Eventually he melted and returned the hug, before gently pulling the teen away.
"Mistress Rekhit. You have only been absent for a month, yet you have changed; into a lovely young lady. But still, you shouldn't be here, especially you." The character shot a glance at Ryou as he said the last remark. Ianoo blushed from his comments and backed away, helping Malik and Isis to their feet. The character picked up Malik's rod and handed it to him. "Please keep a better grip on this, master Ishtar."
Malik blushed as he accepted the rod. Isis fidgeted with the necklace around her neck, the Millenium Tauk. Ryou automatically clasped his chest; which under all the fabric laid the ring. Ianoo followed suit, but with a pained look on her face.
The man noticed this, but decided to say nothing until they were in private quarters. He then sensed something else amiss. "Where are the other two spirits?"
"Ummm, well, sir, Bakura popped out and greeted another Yami that resembled Malik. They then shoved each other and left for a walk." Ryou said, stumbling on his words. The man hid a chuckle.
"There is no need to fear me, Ryou Bakura." Ryou glanced at him, wondering how he knew his name. It then dawned on him who this man was.
"Yes, yes. I see the recognition in your eyes, young Bakura. I am who you think I am." The man said. "Come now, we must go quickly to meet your father. We have urgent business to discuss. You will be staying with me and the Ishtars for the time being." Ever since the elder Ishtar's death, Malik and Isis moved from their dark underground home. The memories were too painful for Isis, and poor Malik didn't remember a thing.
As the three walked on, Ianoo fell behind to walk besides the man in long robes.
"Shadi, I missed you so." Ianoo said, looking up at the tall man.
"Ah, well. I." Shadi muttered. Ianoo didn't need to hear it, she felt her feeling was mutual.
"I also have an issue I have been needing to discuss with you." Ianoo continued. Shadi glanced at her quickly then looked back at the ground.
"I know, but not now child. I know your worries and will explain what little I know later." Shadi said, continuing along silently. Up ahead, the other three chatting teens and young adults stopped.
"Ianoo, Mr. Shadi, are you coming or not?" Ryou asked as he patienlty waited for them to catch up. Shadi cringed at the Mr. and Ryou made a mental note to just call him Shadi. Ianoo ran to the group and Shadi quickened his pace. He then took the head of the line and led the other four to a huge building; Ryou was the only one to quickly draw in a breath at the size, the other three already knew.
Once inside the huge, monstrous building, Shadi lead them through a maze of halls until he stopped in front of a door covered in hieroglyphics. Ianoo and Ryou didn't have time to translate them, however, as Shadi opened the door and ushered the four in. Ryou recognized his father there, along with two other adult males he didn't recognize, though one looked vaguely familiar. He then gasped; along with Ianoo at the last person sitting on the couch with his legs crossed.
Nefuit: I am sorry! *dodges more thrown objects, gets knocked out again*
Ryou: De Ja vu.. I won't even ask..
Nefuit: *pops back up* I am sorry it is so short and a cliffie, but it was a perfect ending point! I'll give you a clue, you have seen this person before.
Seto: That won't help any!
Nefuit: Go away! How would you know? Ok, you have seen him in this fic before.
Seto: That still doesn't help *gets knocked out by Ryou and Ianoo*
Nefuit: *stares dumbstruck as Ianoo and Ryou hide the frying pan and smile innocently* Ok...
Malik: Am I late for the closing?
Mina-san (everyone): *sweatdrop*
Ryou: Nefuit-san? Dijobou desu ka? Are you alright?
Nefuit: *still out*
Yami Bakura: *smirks*
Ianoo: You Baka! *knocks Bakura out*
Nefuit: *regains conciousness* Sorry for the delay on the updates, I just returned to school and my 4 college classes and 3 honors are weighing me down, not to mention studying Japanese and Egyptian and drawing anime in my spare time. I won't let this story rot and I am planning on a sequel, but I may not be able to update often, so if you want me to e-mail you when I update, simply put your e-mail into your review
White Angel and I can't be the only one with all the homework, so all you high school students out there should be empathetic and kind, don't complain about the lack of updates too much.
Seto: Nefuit doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Nefuit: Wow, aren't you punctual!
Seto: Who could blame me, I didn't want to listen to one of your rants.
Nefuit: -_-u
The destruction of his other would have enjoyed
Ianoo sucked in her breath and held it along with the three others as the shadow hung before them. They stayed, huddled up with the boys in front of the ladies; they had jumped there from instinct. They breathed in slow raspy breaths as the shadow hovered, for several minutes. A hand then came flying out from the shadow; the same thought flew to everyone's minds, Bakrua.
As Malik and Isis let out a small shriek and Ianoo and Ryou's faces fell to sorrow and depresion; the hand abruptly came to a halt and fell back to the shadows. All four looked up towards the darkness; confusion written among all of their faces; Malik still shaking violently as Ianoo clung to his arm for protection and a futile attempt to calm him.
A foot emerged from the shadows, then another, then two arms and the rest of the body. Ianoo gasped at who she saw standing there and Ryou shot her a curious glance. Malik and Isis just sighed from relief; Malik instantly turning red from Ianoo's grip and stopped shaking.
"What are you four doing her?" A strong, ancient voice asked accusingly. He certainly didn't expect an answer, and he didn't get one. Instead he got an action that thoroughly caught him off-guard. Malik and Isis plopped to the ground, relieved, Ryou stood, still hunched over, with an odd look upon his face before he stood fully upright. Ianoo, on the other hand, ran to the figure and threw her arms around it, the light-clothed person just stiff as a board, not knowing how to respond. Eventually he melted and returned the hug, before gently pulling the teen away.
"Mistress Rekhit. You have only been absent for a month, yet you have changed; into a lovely young lady. But still, you shouldn't be here, especially you." The character shot a glance at Ryou as he said the last remark. Ianoo blushed from his comments and backed away, helping Malik and Isis to their feet. The character picked up Malik's rod and handed it to him. "Please keep a better grip on this, master Ishtar."
Malik blushed as he accepted the rod. Isis fidgeted with the necklace around her neck, the Millenium Tauk. Ryou automatically clasped his chest; which under all the fabric laid the ring. Ianoo followed suit, but with a pained look on her face.
The man noticed this, but decided to say nothing until they were in private quarters. He then sensed something else amiss. "Where are the other two spirits?"
"Ummm, well, sir, Bakura popped out and greeted another Yami that resembled Malik. They then shoved each other and left for a walk." Ryou said, stumbling on his words. The man hid a chuckle.
"There is no need to fear me, Ryou Bakura." Ryou glanced at him, wondering how he knew his name. It then dawned on him who this man was.
"Yes, yes. I see the recognition in your eyes, young Bakura. I am who you think I am." The man said. "Come now, we must go quickly to meet your father. We have urgent business to discuss. You will be staying with me and the Ishtars for the time being." Ever since the elder Ishtar's death, Malik and Isis moved from their dark underground home. The memories were too painful for Isis, and poor Malik didn't remember a thing.
As the three walked on, Ianoo fell behind to walk besides the man in long robes.
"Shadi, I missed you so." Ianoo said, looking up at the tall man.
"Ah, well. I." Shadi muttered. Ianoo didn't need to hear it, she felt her feeling was mutual.
"I also have an issue I have been needing to discuss with you." Ianoo continued. Shadi glanced at her quickly then looked back at the ground.
"I know, but not now child. I know your worries and will explain what little I know later." Shadi said, continuing along silently. Up ahead, the other three chatting teens and young adults stopped.
"Ianoo, Mr. Shadi, are you coming or not?" Ryou asked as he patienlty waited for them to catch up. Shadi cringed at the Mr. and Ryou made a mental note to just call him Shadi. Ianoo ran to the group and Shadi quickened his pace. He then took the head of the line and led the other four to a huge building; Ryou was the only one to quickly draw in a breath at the size, the other three already knew.
Once inside the huge, monstrous building, Shadi lead them through a maze of halls until he stopped in front of a door covered in hieroglyphics. Ianoo and Ryou didn't have time to translate them, however, as Shadi opened the door and ushered the four in. Ryou recognized his father there, along with two other adult males he didn't recognize, though one looked vaguely familiar. He then gasped; along with Ianoo at the last person sitting on the couch with his legs crossed.
Nefuit: I am sorry! *dodges more thrown objects, gets knocked out again*
Ryou: De Ja vu.. I won't even ask..
Nefuit: *pops back up* I am sorry it is so short and a cliffie, but it was a perfect ending point! I'll give you a clue, you have seen this person before.
Seto: That won't help any!
Nefuit: Go away! How would you know? Ok, you have seen him in this fic before.
Seto: That still doesn't help *gets knocked out by Ryou and Ianoo*
Nefuit: *stares dumbstruck as Ianoo and Ryou hide the frying pan and smile innocently* Ok...
Malik: Am I late for the closing?
Mina-san (everyone): *sweatdrop*
