Mijikai: Hee, hee, proabably been dying to know what happens next.
Yami: Right.
Mijikai:.....Spark boy.
Yami: STOP CALLING ME THAT!!!
Yugi: What? I think it's amusing.
Yami: You would.
Yugi: And you would think it was funny if people called me short.
Yami: Would not!
Yugi: Would to, meany.
Mijikai: Sorry that I hadn't updated in a while. ***************************************************************
Chapter Three
I sat on a bench, as the rain poured on me. Where was I going to go? I mean, I really wanted to rush to Sugoroku, but....I don't really want to burden him. I sat thinking. As I thought, something clicked.
'I know who to go to!'
I got up and started down the street. After half an hour, I reached a fairly big house. The lights were on. Good. I didn't want to come when they were asleep. I gathered my skateboard and rang the bell. Footsteps echoed as they came to the door, and opened, spilling light on to me.
"Yugi!" came a male voice. "What a surprise! I thought you would be asleep by now!"
"No."
"Don't just stand there, you idiot! Come in, come in."
I stepped inside, closing the door behind me.
"I hope you don't mind I came unexpectedly," I started, but he slapped me on the back, which made me chock my words.
"No prob! I said you are always welcome and you are. Isis! We have a guest! Go cook some soup!" he shouted.
There was a grumble as a women came in.
"Malik! I'm not you're slave! If you want soup go cook it yourself! I....Yugi? My heavens, your soaked. Go sit by the fire and I'll warm some soup up."
I smiled gratefully at Isis. Malik rolled his eyes, and muttered about dumb older cousins. (No offense to older cousins.)
"I swear she has a crush on you," Malik muttered, as he shoved me towards the warm fire.
The warmth felt heavenly after being in the freezing rain for so long. I rubbed my hands together, and Malik handed me a towel to dry myself off.
"Thanks," I said as I started drying my hair.
Isis came, moments later, with bowls of hot soup and hot chocolate. I'm telling you Isis has the best hot chocolate, ever. It's funny. Both Malik and Isis play serious characters, but in real life, there a humorous bunch. They aren't sister and brother, like the episodes say so. They're actually cousins. I sipped the warm chocolate and stared into the flames.
"Hey, Yugi," came Malik's voice.
I looked up at him, and my violet eyes met green. Malik where's purple contacts, his eyes are really green, while Isis's are blue.
"Why did you come here? I mean, wouldn't you be with your pop?"
My heart clenched. Pop. I miss you a heck a lot. Why did they want me? I didn't do nothing. At least, I can't remember doing anything.
"I...my...pop's gone. He...died. I had a disagreement with Yami, and ran off," I said.
Isis sat on my other side.
"Yugi. Won't you're brother be worried?" she asked.
"I know my 'cousin' wouldn't," Malik muttered.
Isis whacked him with a couch cushin, and I'm telling you, those are hard! They hurt when you get whacked with one! Trust me....I had experience.
"Ow! God dang it Isis! Those hurt!"
"Well, duh. Why else do I hit you with it," she pointed out.
"Older cousins are such pains," he mumbled to me.
"I heard that, Malik Ishtar!" she shouted.
"Man, drop it! I'm not your little brother and I never will be!"
She had an evil grin on her face as she smiled.
"Well, then, little Malik. I suppose I could adopt you so you can be my 'son'"
Yes, Isis is old enough. She is nineteen years old and Malik's only fifteen.
"Oh no. Hell no! Isis, that...that's not funny!"
"Come here my little son," she said sweetly, as she scooted towards him.
He bolted up and ran out of the room. I laughed. That was the cool thing about being friends with them. Live entertainment. Isis chuckled, then settled down in Malik's spot beside me.
"Now, as I was saying before my rude little cousin interupted..."
"I'm not little!" came Malik's voice in the other room.
We both snickered.
"As I was saying....wouldn't Yami be worried?"
I snorted.
"He's probably celebrating. He's hated me since I was a little infant."
"Why?"
"Because..." I started, tracing a finger on the rim of my cup. "I...mom....well..."
"I think I know. The same thing happened to my little brother. Unfortunately, he died along with her."
I looked up at her, shocked. A tear slid down her cheek as she gazed into the flames. Malik came back in, looking at Isis with surprise.
"I never knew I had another cousin," he said.
"I never told you."
"Why?"
"I didn't want you to be deep in sorrow as was I. I think of you as my little brother. That's why I take care of you."
Malik looked shocked. He slid down next to Isis, and put a hand on her shoulder.
"And you have always been an older sister to me."
She smiled at him and they embraced. I felt jeolous. They weren't even brother and sister, but still had a strong bond. Why can't me and Yami be like that? ....What am I thinking! I hate that stupid idiot! Spoiled brat! I hate him!
"Yugi," came a voice that broke through my thoughts.
I looked up at Isis.
"I think you should go back and forgive your brother. No matter how much he hates you."
I was unsure. And was silent for a very long time. Malik put a hand on my shoulder and smiled.
"I'll come with ya if you like," he offered.
I smiled at him gratefully.
"Thanks Malik, Isis. I don't know what I would do without you two. You are the best friends I have ever had."
"Correction, only," added Malik.
I shoved him playfully and he back. I got up, thanked Isis and we both started back. Malik held the umbrella over us as the rain fell in sheets. I shivered as we neared the familiar apartment house.
"Still got your key?" He asked.
I smiled as I patted my pocket.
"Okay then. I'll see ya next time we're on, kay?"
"Kay," I agreed.
"And remember, come to our place if you feel loney and such."
"Don't worry I will."
"Good. Isis is great and all, but she's a big pain in the butt. If you know what I mean," and saluted as he walked away.
I watched as he disappeared and took a deep breath. Was I really ready to face Yami? I went in and slowly climbed the stairs. Usually, I thought the stairs were such a hassle and wouldn't go quick enough, but know it seemed to quick. I slowly took out the key and put it in the hole. I turned it and rested my hand on the knob. Was I really ready? Oh, I'm being a big chicken! It's just dumb Yami. I've faced his wraith for twelve years, I can face him still. With that in my head, I opened the door. To my dread and surprise, Yami was at the kitchen table. He seemed to be glancing out the window, then the cloak every few minutes. A cup of coffee was clutched in one of his hands, as he tried to read, I assumed, but couldn't.
"Whatcha so nervous about?" I asked.
He gasped and turned. I crossed my arms and waited. We were silent for, what seemed like, hours. Then he got up and glared.
"Idiot!" he shouted. "Do you know how much trouble I would be in if dad was alive! He would have my hide! Now go to your room and stay there till I think you already died of bordom!"
He grumbled curses as he walked to his room. I stuck my tounge at his back. Idiot. Stupid. I don't know what I was thinking in going back. Then something clicked in my head. Did Yami actually.....wait for me to come home? ***************************************************************
Mijikai: Sorry for this being late and I sort of left it in a cliffy.
Yugi: Good thing you have four days to update.
Mijikai: Yep!
Yami: Great.
Mijikai: See you agree with me.
Yami: I was being sarcastic.
Yugi: I think she knew that already......spark boy.
Yami: STOP IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mijikai: (snicker) Sorry, it's just so fun to tease you.
Yugi: Please review! Moshi-Moshi and hope you stay tuned for more!
Yami: Right.
Mijikai:.....Spark boy.
Yami: STOP CALLING ME THAT!!!
Yugi: What? I think it's amusing.
Yami: You would.
Yugi: And you would think it was funny if people called me short.
Yami: Would not!
Yugi: Would to, meany.
Mijikai: Sorry that I hadn't updated in a while. ***************************************************************
Chapter Three
I sat on a bench, as the rain poured on me. Where was I going to go? I mean, I really wanted to rush to Sugoroku, but....I don't really want to burden him. I sat thinking. As I thought, something clicked.
'I know who to go to!'
I got up and started down the street. After half an hour, I reached a fairly big house. The lights were on. Good. I didn't want to come when they were asleep. I gathered my skateboard and rang the bell. Footsteps echoed as they came to the door, and opened, spilling light on to me.
"Yugi!" came a male voice. "What a surprise! I thought you would be asleep by now!"
"No."
"Don't just stand there, you idiot! Come in, come in."
I stepped inside, closing the door behind me.
"I hope you don't mind I came unexpectedly," I started, but he slapped me on the back, which made me chock my words.
"No prob! I said you are always welcome and you are. Isis! We have a guest! Go cook some soup!" he shouted.
There was a grumble as a women came in.
"Malik! I'm not you're slave! If you want soup go cook it yourself! I....Yugi? My heavens, your soaked. Go sit by the fire and I'll warm some soup up."
I smiled gratefully at Isis. Malik rolled his eyes, and muttered about dumb older cousins. (No offense to older cousins.)
"I swear she has a crush on you," Malik muttered, as he shoved me towards the warm fire.
The warmth felt heavenly after being in the freezing rain for so long. I rubbed my hands together, and Malik handed me a towel to dry myself off.
"Thanks," I said as I started drying my hair.
Isis came, moments later, with bowls of hot soup and hot chocolate. I'm telling you Isis has the best hot chocolate, ever. It's funny. Both Malik and Isis play serious characters, but in real life, there a humorous bunch. They aren't sister and brother, like the episodes say so. They're actually cousins. I sipped the warm chocolate and stared into the flames.
"Hey, Yugi," came Malik's voice.
I looked up at him, and my violet eyes met green. Malik where's purple contacts, his eyes are really green, while Isis's are blue.
"Why did you come here? I mean, wouldn't you be with your pop?"
My heart clenched. Pop. I miss you a heck a lot. Why did they want me? I didn't do nothing. At least, I can't remember doing anything.
"I...my...pop's gone. He...died. I had a disagreement with Yami, and ran off," I said.
Isis sat on my other side.
"Yugi. Won't you're brother be worried?" she asked.
"I know my 'cousin' wouldn't," Malik muttered.
Isis whacked him with a couch cushin, and I'm telling you, those are hard! They hurt when you get whacked with one! Trust me....I had experience.
"Ow! God dang it Isis! Those hurt!"
"Well, duh. Why else do I hit you with it," she pointed out.
"Older cousins are such pains," he mumbled to me.
"I heard that, Malik Ishtar!" she shouted.
"Man, drop it! I'm not your little brother and I never will be!"
She had an evil grin on her face as she smiled.
"Well, then, little Malik. I suppose I could adopt you so you can be my 'son'"
Yes, Isis is old enough. She is nineteen years old and Malik's only fifteen.
"Oh no. Hell no! Isis, that...that's not funny!"
"Come here my little son," she said sweetly, as she scooted towards him.
He bolted up and ran out of the room. I laughed. That was the cool thing about being friends with them. Live entertainment. Isis chuckled, then settled down in Malik's spot beside me.
"Now, as I was saying before my rude little cousin interupted..."
"I'm not little!" came Malik's voice in the other room.
We both snickered.
"As I was saying....wouldn't Yami be worried?"
I snorted.
"He's probably celebrating. He's hated me since I was a little infant."
"Why?"
"Because..." I started, tracing a finger on the rim of my cup. "I...mom....well..."
"I think I know. The same thing happened to my little brother. Unfortunately, he died along with her."
I looked up at her, shocked. A tear slid down her cheek as she gazed into the flames. Malik came back in, looking at Isis with surprise.
"I never knew I had another cousin," he said.
"I never told you."
"Why?"
"I didn't want you to be deep in sorrow as was I. I think of you as my little brother. That's why I take care of you."
Malik looked shocked. He slid down next to Isis, and put a hand on her shoulder.
"And you have always been an older sister to me."
She smiled at him and they embraced. I felt jeolous. They weren't even brother and sister, but still had a strong bond. Why can't me and Yami be like that? ....What am I thinking! I hate that stupid idiot! Spoiled brat! I hate him!
"Yugi," came a voice that broke through my thoughts.
I looked up at Isis.
"I think you should go back and forgive your brother. No matter how much he hates you."
I was unsure. And was silent for a very long time. Malik put a hand on my shoulder and smiled.
"I'll come with ya if you like," he offered.
I smiled at him gratefully.
"Thanks Malik, Isis. I don't know what I would do without you two. You are the best friends I have ever had."
"Correction, only," added Malik.
I shoved him playfully and he back. I got up, thanked Isis and we both started back. Malik held the umbrella over us as the rain fell in sheets. I shivered as we neared the familiar apartment house.
"Still got your key?" He asked.
I smiled as I patted my pocket.
"Okay then. I'll see ya next time we're on, kay?"
"Kay," I agreed.
"And remember, come to our place if you feel loney and such."
"Don't worry I will."
"Good. Isis is great and all, but she's a big pain in the butt. If you know what I mean," and saluted as he walked away.
I watched as he disappeared and took a deep breath. Was I really ready to face Yami? I went in and slowly climbed the stairs. Usually, I thought the stairs were such a hassle and wouldn't go quick enough, but know it seemed to quick. I slowly took out the key and put it in the hole. I turned it and rested my hand on the knob. Was I really ready? Oh, I'm being a big chicken! It's just dumb Yami. I've faced his wraith for twelve years, I can face him still. With that in my head, I opened the door. To my dread and surprise, Yami was at the kitchen table. He seemed to be glancing out the window, then the cloak every few minutes. A cup of coffee was clutched in one of his hands, as he tried to read, I assumed, but couldn't.
"Whatcha so nervous about?" I asked.
He gasped and turned. I crossed my arms and waited. We were silent for, what seemed like, hours. Then he got up and glared.
"Idiot!" he shouted. "Do you know how much trouble I would be in if dad was alive! He would have my hide! Now go to your room and stay there till I think you already died of bordom!"
He grumbled curses as he walked to his room. I stuck my tounge at his back. Idiot. Stupid. I don't know what I was thinking in going back. Then something clicked in my head. Did Yami actually.....wait for me to come home? ***************************************************************
Mijikai: Sorry for this being late and I sort of left it in a cliffy.
Yugi: Good thing you have four days to update.
Mijikai: Yep!
Yami: Great.
Mijikai: See you agree with me.
Yami: I was being sarcastic.
Yugi: I think she knew that already......spark boy.
Yami: STOP IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mijikai: (snicker) Sorry, it's just so fun to tease you.
Yugi: Please review! Moshi-Moshi and hope you stay tuned for more!
