AN: I don't own Yugioh! And soooooooo sorry for not updating in, like, a
month! Procrastination is evil!!! And to keep this note short, I'll be
quiet now! (Thanks, icyblue, for telling me about how the computer messed
up my paragraphing!)
~*~
The pink and orange rays streamed through the slightly navy sky, preceding the rising sun. A cool zephyr ran across the desert sand, relieving its inhabitants of the excruciating heat about to be endured. A pair of crimson eyes blinked as its owner walked out into the ever- expanding land and surveyed the beauty displayed before him..the red of the sun, with its golden streaks teeming from the edge of the sky, turning the blackness of night into a light violet. And a reminder of his of his love rushed at him.
"Yugi!" Yami exclaimed, eyes widening in alarm. Running to the nearest guard on duty, the young pharaoh practically shoved him toward the other tents. "Wake everyone up! We're leaving now!"
"Yes, immediately, your majesty." The sentinel bowed hastily and retreated into the cluster of brown sheets. A blow of horns commanded the awakening of troops, and soon the russet made-shift homes were cleared. The Egyptian army stood before Yami, waiting at his every demand.
Yami mounted upon his obsidian horse, and with a sharp slap, raced down the desert in a full gallop with his men behind him.
***
The sun was already high in the sky, yet there was still no sign leading to Yugi's captivity. To make matters worse, the heat lingered tenaciously to the hot air, slowing down the search.
Yami sighed as he stared out at the desert; his new-found love could be anyway. It wasn't fair.at last he had found someone to love, someone that pulled his heart out of its frigid cage and into the light, and it was shattered by the art of revenge.
"Hang on, Yugi," the ruler muttered, still surveying the stretch of yellow. "I'm coming."
Suddenly, he could make out what seems like a shadow of some sort, perhaps a silhouette of caves.
"You," Yami pointed to a solider beside him. "Check out that object in the distance over there."
The Nubian warrior complied, and unhooked from his saddle a cylinder tube with an eye piece in the front and back. Looking through the instrument, the solider frowned as he itched for a better perspective. Then he turned to the pharaoh, his frown replace with a smile.
"My lord, it seems to be a cave. If your majesty would allow, I believe the young lad, lover of the living Horus, is to be found in there."
Yami's crimson orbs sprinkled with a glint of hope and excitement.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's move out!"
***
"Get up, fool!"
His head hurt.it REALLY hurt, threatening to blow any second, leaving a decapitated body. And the commanding barks from Bakura didn't help, either.
Yugi groaned as he tried to lift his head. The image reeled before his eyes for a split second, then vanished as he came face to face with Bakura.
"Didn't you hear what I said, you piece of worthless junk? GET UP!"
Another impact to the stomach forced Yugi into a fit of persistent coughing, as blood spewing out of his mouth, mixing with fresh tears.
Bakura reached for his knife, lingering it in front of Yugi. For a moment, the latter thought he was a goner, but with a swift movement the ropes around him were cut to shreds. The tomb-robber grabbed Yugi roughly by the shoulders as he shoved him out of the cave. For a split second, Yugi's eyes were attacked with a swirl of multiple colors, leaving him blind and disoriented.
"Hurry up and get on! The pharaoh is coming!" Bakura snapped, hauling Yugi onto the mud-caked horse.
Yugi's eyes widened in surprise and hope.
"Yami's coming?"
Bakura sniggered as he slapped the horse with his whip, sending them both in a contest with the wind.
"Don't get your hopes up. By the time the pharaoh is here, we'll be long gone."
Yugi remained silent, and squirmed when Bakura pinned his arms behind his back. Suddenly, he was assaulted with another wave of dizziness, and once again his head threatened to explode. The thief, of course, took no notice of this and kept the horse in full acceleration.
***
Yami jumped off his horse and raced towards the entrance of the cavern, dagger in hand. The rest of the men followed, reaching for their own weapons. But the contents of the cave, or rather, the absent contents, stopped the pharaoh in his tracks. Yugi wasn't there.
The dirt ground was littered with ropes, shreds of clothing, and blood. Fresh blood.
"Yugi." Yami whispered, kneeling before the puddle of crimson. If only he had arrived earlier! Then he could have saved his most valuable treasure! If only he found the cave yesterday! If only----
But the past cannot be changed. Not matter how much 'if only's were said, what was done will remain the same. Now, Yami must faced his future obstacles and once again embark on his search. But.
"No!" Yami yelled, pounding a fist into the solid earth. The guards backed away slowly, not wanting to stand in the line of fire and die without their head. "This isn't fair! Does Ra or Osiris or some other god hate me?"
The pharaoh knelt there, cursing, and vowing to slaughter the blasted tomb-robber and hang his head on a pole and feed it to the crocodiles. Meanwhile, one of the smaller soldiers cautiously crept up to his master and bowed respectfully, though trembling was perceptive.
"Excuse me, your royalty, but there appears to be hoof prints made not long ago, heading towards the West Nile. Do your majesty think that."
But Yami had already rushed outside, examining the peculiar marks.
"The West Nile." the king muttered, following the trail of fallacious evidence. It was the only clue he had, and he was not about to abandon it, no matter how skim it is.
"Let's go!"
***
Bakura soon began to notice that something was wrong with his little captive. Yugi's face was flushed and sweaty, but the heat couldn't have been completely responsible. And those pair of violet eyes were glazed over with.sickness?
Bakura cursed, desperately hoping that the latter wasn't coming down with something. The last thing he needed was a pharaoh's dead love.
Yugi coughed as his body failed to support itself and crumpled against Bakura. The thief groaned loudly of his misfortune and pulled his horse to a stop. Jumping down and dragging the boy with him, Bakura laid Yugi out under a tall cactus that managed to provide a derisory amount of shade and felt his forehead. And immediately snatched his hand back.
"What in the eighteen floors of hell?" Bakura cursed. Yugi was burning up, and fast too.
Now, being a tomb robber and never taken care of anyone besides himself before, Bakura had no idea whatsoever to aid the latter, so he plopped himself on the sand beside Yugi and spread out his narrowed options.
'I can't leave the wretch here, but I can't take him, either. The pharaoh is bound to find me; I reckon his men have already reached the cave and are making their way here.but if I take the fool with me, he might die and interfere with me plan.'
Involuntarily, Bakura's eye wondered over to Yugi's flushed face. The boy's small chest rose and fell in labored breaths, and beads of cold sweat perspired down his forehead. A cool breeze blew his golden bands away from his face, revealing dark long lashes.
'He looks kind of cute,' Bakura thought, then realized what he just said.
Smacking himself in the head, the thief sternly berated himself for even considering such an idea. Instead, he continued his oh-so-hard thinking.
Finally, Bakura made his decision. He was going to leave Yugi here and visit an old friend of his.
'A trip down the Nile shouldn't take that long,' Bakura mused, mounting. 'It'll probably take three hours to reach his house, at maximum. So that'll be six hours in total. The tracks I made should be erased by the wind, so the dog-of-a-pharaoh will be stalled for a good couple hours.'
Taking a glance at Yugi, Bakura kicked his horse into a gallop and traversed against the desert.
***
A blonde Egyptian hummed in satisfaction as he strolled down the busy bazaars. The plum cake he had filched from the poor old baker was delicious.and he didn't even get caught! Sure, his sister Isis had given him money for lunch, but why spend the precious things when you could steal for free?
Malik walked on, ignoring the stared he received from many of the pass-byers. He had adapted to this kind of attention, seeing that he is perceptibly different from the other Egyptians. Unlike his sister who had dark black hair, Malik had blonde shoulder length hair and a large hieroglyphic tattoo etched on his back. Most people avoided him, especially with the sadistic expression pastured on his face day and night.
Malik grinned to himself as he saw a stand selling valuable jewels. 'Time to grab myself some loot.'
But before the lad could commence with his little 'activity', uproar of hooves pounding against the soil trampled through the market. People scurried out of the way, pushing against one another for their own selfish wellbeing. A rotund middle-aged piper shoved Malik into a stand of fish in his haste, toppled the boy into the silvery pile.
"Hey!" Malik protested, as he tripped and landed into a heap of salmon. "Watch where you're going you---"
"Move it, kid!" the man sneered. "If you know what's good for you!"
Malik glared as the piper wobbled his way clumsily though the coward, earning more complaints from people. He reminded himself to rob the o'fool of everything he was worth later.
Of course, he's devious plan was soon cut short by the arrival of no other than a white-haired rider on a dirt-caked horse. Malik smirked as Bakura snapped the reigns backward in a sudden stop. His horse neighed and kicked before settling down before the blonde Egyptian.
"It's been a while, old friend."
Bakura grinned and he walked along side his companion. Everyone moved away, not wanting to provoke the stranger.
"Yes, it has been, Malik."
Bakura paused and sniffed the air, or rather, the air around Malik. "Why do you smell like fish?"
"Er.nothing. What are you doing here?"
"Didn't Isis own an herb shop?"
"Yeah. So?"
"Well, I was wondering if she'd spare me a couple of roots for reducing fevers?"
Malik raised an eyebrow and turned to the tomb-robber. "Why? You sick?"
Bakura shook his head. "Not me. Yu.er, someone else."
Malik laughed as he punched Bakura playfully on the arm. "So, finally found yourself a girlfriend?"
Bakura growled as he glared daggers at Malik. "Not a girl."
Malik, not comprehending the warning, continued his tantalization. "Bakura, I didn't know you liked guys!"
"I don't!!!" Bakura's faced match that of a ripe tomato as he snatched his knife out of its sheath and pressed it to Malik's neck.
The Egyptian held his hands up in surrender as he flashed his 'friend' an apologetic grin.
"Hey, sorry! Didn't know!"
Bakura glared at Malik one last time before he returned his knife back to where it belonged. "Now, take me to Isis."
"Very well. Follow me."
Malik walked a few step, then suddenly started to run. Bakura, unprepared for this, almost slipped on the overturned fish cart.
The two continued to run, crossing twisted routes and alleyways. Bakura began to noticed that the population was becoming more sparse, and the huts farther apart. Keeping his mouth quiet, he followed Malik down the darkened path.
Malik made a right turn and stopped at an old, secluded mud house. Its roofs were dangerously in need of repairing, and hay was scattered both in and out of the dilapidated hut. The wooden fence around the perimeter was decaying in plain sight, and masonry laid crumpled at one side of the house.
"Come one." Malik gestured toward the broken down little shack and walked in. Bakura, slightly surprised at the poor condition, followed.
"Isis! I'm home!" Malik threw open the door, or rather, the place were the door once was. All that was left was a pair of rusted hinges.
A young woman with glossy black hair poked her head out of a corner.
"Oh, there you are, Malik! And hello to you do, Bakura!"
Isis made her way over to the two boys and beckoned for them to sit down on the mud stools. Her dark eyes wondered over to her guest, browed knitted in confusion.
"So, what brings you here?"
Bakura grinned. "I was wondering if you have any of your secret remedies to cure fevers."
Isis laughed lightly as she went over to a shelf filled with numerous jars. "Secret? Don't try to kiss up, Bakura. It's not going to work. But here."
A small plain mud jar was handed to Bakura, its top a long neck connecting to a large round bottom. Bakura opened the container as a putrid stench smacked him in the face. Thrusting the jar away from his body, he glared at Isis.
"What the **** is this?"
Isis waved the demand away as she sat across from Bakura. "Nothing. Only grinded lizard's legs. It do miracles to fevers and colds."
Bakura snorted in disgust as he thrusted the bottle into his pocket. Making his way to the exit, he smirked and waved goodbye.
"Thanks Isis. But that doesn't mean I owe you one! Later, Malik."
The blonde Egyptian saluted mockingly as he grinned. Isis shouted farewell, until she began to notice a strong aroma of fetid fish exuding the room. Bakura smiled to himself as shouts of Isis demanding for Malik to take a bath and Malik objection rang in his ear.
*** Mounting on his horse, which was surprising still there, Bakura snapped the reigns and he was off to the desert once more. The sun was on the verge of setting, and the thief knew that he'd have to race against time to return to Yugi.and before the pharaoh found the latter.
Grumbling about his foul luck, Bakura glared at the sun and wondered why in the world he wanted to keep the boy alive anyway. He could always kill Yugi and fool the pharaoh into believing the lad's still in his captive.but.
Malik's words returned to him. "Bakura, I didn't know you liked guys!"
Bakura shook his head and cursed. No _way_ was he falling for the brat.
~*~
Bakura: What kind of twisted ending was that???!!!
YK: Er, good question. I was wondering about it myself.
Bakura: .
Yugi: I'm still not found? (to Yami) What's taking you so long?!
Yami: Ask YK!
YK: I need to have a plot!
Yugi: .yeah.right.
YK: Anyway, for all you readers, look for my new fic which I'll be loading this week! It's going to be called: Yami-sitters
Yami: Oh, goody.(YK pinches him) Ow! Fine, I'll say it! Please R&R for YK! Ow!
The pink and orange rays streamed through the slightly navy sky, preceding the rising sun. A cool zephyr ran across the desert sand, relieving its inhabitants of the excruciating heat about to be endured. A pair of crimson eyes blinked as its owner walked out into the ever- expanding land and surveyed the beauty displayed before him..the red of the sun, with its golden streaks teeming from the edge of the sky, turning the blackness of night into a light violet. And a reminder of his of his love rushed at him.
"Yugi!" Yami exclaimed, eyes widening in alarm. Running to the nearest guard on duty, the young pharaoh practically shoved him toward the other tents. "Wake everyone up! We're leaving now!"
"Yes, immediately, your majesty." The sentinel bowed hastily and retreated into the cluster of brown sheets. A blow of horns commanded the awakening of troops, and soon the russet made-shift homes were cleared. The Egyptian army stood before Yami, waiting at his every demand.
Yami mounted upon his obsidian horse, and with a sharp slap, raced down the desert in a full gallop with his men behind him.
***
The sun was already high in the sky, yet there was still no sign leading to Yugi's captivity. To make matters worse, the heat lingered tenaciously to the hot air, slowing down the search.
Yami sighed as he stared out at the desert; his new-found love could be anyway. It wasn't fair.at last he had found someone to love, someone that pulled his heart out of its frigid cage and into the light, and it was shattered by the art of revenge.
"Hang on, Yugi," the ruler muttered, still surveying the stretch of yellow. "I'm coming."
Suddenly, he could make out what seems like a shadow of some sort, perhaps a silhouette of caves.
"You," Yami pointed to a solider beside him. "Check out that object in the distance over there."
The Nubian warrior complied, and unhooked from his saddle a cylinder tube with an eye piece in the front and back. Looking through the instrument, the solider frowned as he itched for a better perspective. Then he turned to the pharaoh, his frown replace with a smile.
"My lord, it seems to be a cave. If your majesty would allow, I believe the young lad, lover of the living Horus, is to be found in there."
Yami's crimson orbs sprinkled with a glint of hope and excitement.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's move out!"
***
"Get up, fool!"
His head hurt.it REALLY hurt, threatening to blow any second, leaving a decapitated body. And the commanding barks from Bakura didn't help, either.
Yugi groaned as he tried to lift his head. The image reeled before his eyes for a split second, then vanished as he came face to face with Bakura.
"Didn't you hear what I said, you piece of worthless junk? GET UP!"
Another impact to the stomach forced Yugi into a fit of persistent coughing, as blood spewing out of his mouth, mixing with fresh tears.
Bakura reached for his knife, lingering it in front of Yugi. For a moment, the latter thought he was a goner, but with a swift movement the ropes around him were cut to shreds. The tomb-robber grabbed Yugi roughly by the shoulders as he shoved him out of the cave. For a split second, Yugi's eyes were attacked with a swirl of multiple colors, leaving him blind and disoriented.
"Hurry up and get on! The pharaoh is coming!" Bakura snapped, hauling Yugi onto the mud-caked horse.
Yugi's eyes widened in surprise and hope.
"Yami's coming?"
Bakura sniggered as he slapped the horse with his whip, sending them both in a contest with the wind.
"Don't get your hopes up. By the time the pharaoh is here, we'll be long gone."
Yugi remained silent, and squirmed when Bakura pinned his arms behind his back. Suddenly, he was assaulted with another wave of dizziness, and once again his head threatened to explode. The thief, of course, took no notice of this and kept the horse in full acceleration.
***
Yami jumped off his horse and raced towards the entrance of the cavern, dagger in hand. The rest of the men followed, reaching for their own weapons. But the contents of the cave, or rather, the absent contents, stopped the pharaoh in his tracks. Yugi wasn't there.
The dirt ground was littered with ropes, shreds of clothing, and blood. Fresh blood.
"Yugi." Yami whispered, kneeling before the puddle of crimson. If only he had arrived earlier! Then he could have saved his most valuable treasure! If only he found the cave yesterday! If only----
But the past cannot be changed. Not matter how much 'if only's were said, what was done will remain the same. Now, Yami must faced his future obstacles and once again embark on his search. But.
"No!" Yami yelled, pounding a fist into the solid earth. The guards backed away slowly, not wanting to stand in the line of fire and die without their head. "This isn't fair! Does Ra or Osiris or some other god hate me?"
The pharaoh knelt there, cursing, and vowing to slaughter the blasted tomb-robber and hang his head on a pole and feed it to the crocodiles. Meanwhile, one of the smaller soldiers cautiously crept up to his master and bowed respectfully, though trembling was perceptive.
"Excuse me, your royalty, but there appears to be hoof prints made not long ago, heading towards the West Nile. Do your majesty think that."
But Yami had already rushed outside, examining the peculiar marks.
"The West Nile." the king muttered, following the trail of fallacious evidence. It was the only clue he had, and he was not about to abandon it, no matter how skim it is.
"Let's go!"
***
Bakura soon began to notice that something was wrong with his little captive. Yugi's face was flushed and sweaty, but the heat couldn't have been completely responsible. And those pair of violet eyes were glazed over with.sickness?
Bakura cursed, desperately hoping that the latter wasn't coming down with something. The last thing he needed was a pharaoh's dead love.
Yugi coughed as his body failed to support itself and crumpled against Bakura. The thief groaned loudly of his misfortune and pulled his horse to a stop. Jumping down and dragging the boy with him, Bakura laid Yugi out under a tall cactus that managed to provide a derisory amount of shade and felt his forehead. And immediately snatched his hand back.
"What in the eighteen floors of hell?" Bakura cursed. Yugi was burning up, and fast too.
Now, being a tomb robber and never taken care of anyone besides himself before, Bakura had no idea whatsoever to aid the latter, so he plopped himself on the sand beside Yugi and spread out his narrowed options.
'I can't leave the wretch here, but I can't take him, either. The pharaoh is bound to find me; I reckon his men have already reached the cave and are making their way here.but if I take the fool with me, he might die and interfere with me plan.'
Involuntarily, Bakura's eye wondered over to Yugi's flushed face. The boy's small chest rose and fell in labored breaths, and beads of cold sweat perspired down his forehead. A cool breeze blew his golden bands away from his face, revealing dark long lashes.
'He looks kind of cute,' Bakura thought, then realized what he just said.
Smacking himself in the head, the thief sternly berated himself for even considering such an idea. Instead, he continued his oh-so-hard thinking.
Finally, Bakura made his decision. He was going to leave Yugi here and visit an old friend of his.
'A trip down the Nile shouldn't take that long,' Bakura mused, mounting. 'It'll probably take three hours to reach his house, at maximum. So that'll be six hours in total. The tracks I made should be erased by the wind, so the dog-of-a-pharaoh will be stalled for a good couple hours.'
Taking a glance at Yugi, Bakura kicked his horse into a gallop and traversed against the desert.
***
A blonde Egyptian hummed in satisfaction as he strolled down the busy bazaars. The plum cake he had filched from the poor old baker was delicious.and he didn't even get caught! Sure, his sister Isis had given him money for lunch, but why spend the precious things when you could steal for free?
Malik walked on, ignoring the stared he received from many of the pass-byers. He had adapted to this kind of attention, seeing that he is perceptibly different from the other Egyptians. Unlike his sister who had dark black hair, Malik had blonde shoulder length hair and a large hieroglyphic tattoo etched on his back. Most people avoided him, especially with the sadistic expression pastured on his face day and night.
Malik grinned to himself as he saw a stand selling valuable jewels. 'Time to grab myself some loot.'
But before the lad could commence with his little 'activity', uproar of hooves pounding against the soil trampled through the market. People scurried out of the way, pushing against one another for their own selfish wellbeing. A rotund middle-aged piper shoved Malik into a stand of fish in his haste, toppled the boy into the silvery pile.
"Hey!" Malik protested, as he tripped and landed into a heap of salmon. "Watch where you're going you---"
"Move it, kid!" the man sneered. "If you know what's good for you!"
Malik glared as the piper wobbled his way clumsily though the coward, earning more complaints from people. He reminded himself to rob the o'fool of everything he was worth later.
Of course, he's devious plan was soon cut short by the arrival of no other than a white-haired rider on a dirt-caked horse. Malik smirked as Bakura snapped the reigns backward in a sudden stop. His horse neighed and kicked before settling down before the blonde Egyptian.
"It's been a while, old friend."
Bakura grinned and he walked along side his companion. Everyone moved away, not wanting to provoke the stranger.
"Yes, it has been, Malik."
Bakura paused and sniffed the air, or rather, the air around Malik. "Why do you smell like fish?"
"Er.nothing. What are you doing here?"
"Didn't Isis own an herb shop?"
"Yeah. So?"
"Well, I was wondering if she'd spare me a couple of roots for reducing fevers?"
Malik raised an eyebrow and turned to the tomb-robber. "Why? You sick?"
Bakura shook his head. "Not me. Yu.er, someone else."
Malik laughed as he punched Bakura playfully on the arm. "So, finally found yourself a girlfriend?"
Bakura growled as he glared daggers at Malik. "Not a girl."
Malik, not comprehending the warning, continued his tantalization. "Bakura, I didn't know you liked guys!"
"I don't!!!" Bakura's faced match that of a ripe tomato as he snatched his knife out of its sheath and pressed it to Malik's neck.
The Egyptian held his hands up in surrender as he flashed his 'friend' an apologetic grin.
"Hey, sorry! Didn't know!"
Bakura glared at Malik one last time before he returned his knife back to where it belonged. "Now, take me to Isis."
"Very well. Follow me."
Malik walked a few step, then suddenly started to run. Bakura, unprepared for this, almost slipped on the overturned fish cart.
The two continued to run, crossing twisted routes and alleyways. Bakura began to noticed that the population was becoming more sparse, and the huts farther apart. Keeping his mouth quiet, he followed Malik down the darkened path.
Malik made a right turn and stopped at an old, secluded mud house. Its roofs were dangerously in need of repairing, and hay was scattered both in and out of the dilapidated hut. The wooden fence around the perimeter was decaying in plain sight, and masonry laid crumpled at one side of the house.
"Come one." Malik gestured toward the broken down little shack and walked in. Bakura, slightly surprised at the poor condition, followed.
"Isis! I'm home!" Malik threw open the door, or rather, the place were the door once was. All that was left was a pair of rusted hinges.
A young woman with glossy black hair poked her head out of a corner.
"Oh, there you are, Malik! And hello to you do, Bakura!"
Isis made her way over to the two boys and beckoned for them to sit down on the mud stools. Her dark eyes wondered over to her guest, browed knitted in confusion.
"So, what brings you here?"
Bakura grinned. "I was wondering if you have any of your secret remedies to cure fevers."
Isis laughed lightly as she went over to a shelf filled with numerous jars. "Secret? Don't try to kiss up, Bakura. It's not going to work. But here."
A small plain mud jar was handed to Bakura, its top a long neck connecting to a large round bottom. Bakura opened the container as a putrid stench smacked him in the face. Thrusting the jar away from his body, he glared at Isis.
"What the **** is this?"
Isis waved the demand away as she sat across from Bakura. "Nothing. Only grinded lizard's legs. It do miracles to fevers and colds."
Bakura snorted in disgust as he thrusted the bottle into his pocket. Making his way to the exit, he smirked and waved goodbye.
"Thanks Isis. But that doesn't mean I owe you one! Later, Malik."
The blonde Egyptian saluted mockingly as he grinned. Isis shouted farewell, until she began to notice a strong aroma of fetid fish exuding the room. Bakura smiled to himself as shouts of Isis demanding for Malik to take a bath and Malik objection rang in his ear.
*** Mounting on his horse, which was surprising still there, Bakura snapped the reigns and he was off to the desert once more. The sun was on the verge of setting, and the thief knew that he'd have to race against time to return to Yugi.and before the pharaoh found the latter.
Grumbling about his foul luck, Bakura glared at the sun and wondered why in the world he wanted to keep the boy alive anyway. He could always kill Yugi and fool the pharaoh into believing the lad's still in his captive.but.
Malik's words returned to him. "Bakura, I didn't know you liked guys!"
Bakura shook his head and cursed. No _way_ was he falling for the brat.
~*~
Bakura: What kind of twisted ending was that???!!!
YK: Er, good question. I was wondering about it myself.
Bakura: .
Yugi: I'm still not found? (to Yami) What's taking you so long?!
Yami: Ask YK!
YK: I need to have a plot!
Yugi: .yeah.right.
YK: Anyway, for all you readers, look for my new fic which I'll be loading this week! It's going to be called: Yami-sitters
Yami: Oh, goody.(YK pinches him) Ow! Fine, I'll say it! Please R&R for YK! Ow!
