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Thank you EVERYONE for your wonderful words. Okay enough with the small talk here's what you guys really came here to read.
A barren waste land. Yes that's what it was. There was nothing for miles and miles, except sand and more sand. The sun felt closer then anywhere else in the world. It felt like your skin would melt right off, into nothing but a puddle of mush. The only storm that traveled its sea of sand was the great sand storms that drifted to and fro without warning.
The land was scattered with shrubs and cacti, and the occasional lizard, hare and scorpion here and there, but nothing else. The heat at times would be unbearable, scorching everything in sight. And yet it was hard to believe a race once dwelt in these lands. They learned to live like anyone else, feeling at home in the deserts of hell. Memories lingered in the air, memories of the past, memories of its people, of its prosperity and of its despair. Many never knew the history that still stayed hot during the time of the Pharaoh. And most never came to know the life of the Tomb Robber. And so the great, unknown pyramid stood. For years it was untouched, unmarked by man. Only the spirits that refused to sleep traveled its inner walls, refusing to rest because of some unsolved problem of its troubled past life…That is till now…
The great sand storm passed its blocks of clay like a morning breeze. It pounded the heavy mounds of sand against its age old 100 foot tall walls like a simple piece of paper blowing in the wind. And as if nothing happened, it passed and was there no more. Yet there it stood. The lone standing pyramid unflawed and unmoving by the heavy winds. After years and years of enduring dry heat and menacing wind storms, there it stood, unchanged by the world around it.
A four legged creature popped out from the passing storm, standing tall and proud…and without an owner upon his back. He laid himself down upon the hot sand, and tilted his head up, observing the sky above.
"COUGH, COUGH!"
The camel turned his head towards his master that emerged from the cloud of dust with little satisfaction. He approached his camel, his head bowed, and the hood to his cloak down. Sandy golden hair shined brightly, despite the winds that blew it around.
Malik dropped to his knees, beside his companion gasping for air and rubbing his eyes. He growled aloud, startling the camel, and cursed the storm in another language. Slowly he rose to his feet, observing his surroundings as he dusted himself off.
"Shit. Every time! Every stinking time I'm out here this happens!" Malik yelled out, causing his camel to rise.
"What are you staring at?" Malik snapped at the camel, who simply stood there carefree.
Malik raised his head up and dropped his jaw in awe. He was right under the pyramid! He had never actually been here before, because of the rumors that took place. He wondered what awaited inside.
Malik poured some water into a wide, goblet and laid it down on the ground. "Tk-Tk." With a simple gesture, the camel pranced on over and knelt its head into the goblet, lapping up every drop.
"Hmm, you're a spoiled brat you know that?" Malik commented patting the camel's fat gut. "You know most camels can go days and days without water, but you can't even last a few hours."
The camel grunted back, and continued to lap the water up. Malik sighed, and left most of his bags except a small one next to his companion. With one last glance up, Malik entered its opening.
It was dark, very dark, but it wasn't surprising. What would you expect from something that never got visitors?
Malik furrowed his eyebrows and took out his millennium rod. Before he knew it, it was shining brightly down a shadowed path that led to a number of rooms. Malik sighed and took a step forward.
"WHOOSH!" A passing sound startled Malik and caused him to fall back. As he looked up, a row of torches lit themselves miraculously without any matches or fire. Now the path was lit with much light, and he could see the ground before him.
"What strange magic they have here." He thought to himself aloud. With a simple shrug, he descended down the path, and the passing torches lined along the walls.
Strange noises hovered below, above, and from side to side. Malik remembered that this place had roaming and free moving spirits all around. Most were nothing to be concerned about, but those that suffered greatly took action upon its intruders.
A low, moan echoed through the clay walls, and a single torch's flame burnt out. But Malik did not stop, nor did he turn his head to investigate. No, instead he smirked and narrowed his eyes. He had handled spirits before, and they were nothing much that concerned him. Actually Bakura and Yami were not much different from them, except they took residents up in living bodies that weren't their own. Besides, his millennium rod did more then effect living people. No spirit would approach him, as long as he held onto to it tightly. The ancient spirits knew all too well of the millennium items created by the Pharaoh.
A single door with 5 lit torches on each side, told him that this was the room. Malik furrowed his eyebrows, and breathed in heavily. Closing his eyes, the Egyptian spoke loudly in an unknown commanding language and as he finished the old doors creaked open.
Malik's deep violet eyes snapped open and there before him was a room. He scanned every bit of it, his heart skipping a beat as he observed the red hand carved painted pictures on the walls. The entire room had pictures and stories on every inch of it. And there sitting in the middle of the brightly lit room, was a stone table. And upon the stone table was a very old, rusty blue box. The box stood tall, and on top were two curved handles on each side. Apparently, this strange thing was used to hold some valuable object of some sort. Whatever it was, was gone now, probably stolen by the last visitors, years ago.
Malik's jaw dropped, and his eyes flashed wide open. His hand shook as he felt the smooth blue box against his fingers.
"S-So this is it. This was where Bakura's spirit lay to rest for almost five thousand years! And that must be where the ring was placed. It just sat there on top of that blue box, all that time." Malik said shakily to himself. "T-This room is filled with so many memories of so many people, Bakura included. I can't believe it! Here lies the history of many lives!"
Malik fell to his knees as he stared up at the 90 foot high ceiling! As far as his eye could see, there were endless pictures on the walls, endless pictures of unknown people his ancestors had studied for years. Each person had an amazing story to tell related somehow to the Pharaoh, whether it be good or bad. Yet most never knew any of these events and so each remained a mystery, like Bakura's past.
Bright red pictures of people and important events covered the room leaving not one gap between, and above each picture stood a different sign. This truly was a sacred room.
Malik stared at what appeared to be a young boy on the wall in front of his eyes, but he wasn't sure because the paintings were incredibly old. The boy was standing over a human body, hurt plainly displayed on his face. And that was it for that one.
A strange feeling took hold of him, and Malik's body shook slightly. Feeling awkward, Malik brought a single finger up to his cheek, and felt a strange wetness below his left eye. He removed his hand and stared at the water on his finger.
"Why-why am I crying?" He asked himself aloud, still on his knees.
Malik turned his attention to the rod in his hand. It was glowing a slight green, engulfed in gold light. "How strange he thought."
Rising up, Malik observed the room again. He wasn't here for the box. No that was not what he had gone here for. Perhaps if the ring still stood on it, then it would be something to travel for, but most never knew of the memories on the wall and so it was never visited much. No, Malik had come to find a certain, particular story painted on the clay walls, one that concerned Bakura. If he didn't find it in time then it may be too late.
"There's no way in hell I'll be able to find it!" Malik's growls echoed through the room and passed the door. Even the spirits were silenced at his fury.
"There are too many pictures and I'll never be able to see the ones up that high! For all I know it could be at the very top! This is hopeless." He spoke to himself, cursing his current predicament.
"Why do you look up so blindly at something you cannot see Ishtar?" A voice spoke from behind.
Malik narrowed his eyes, and remained calm. It was most likely a spirit of some sort but whatever it was knew his name and he had to be prepared for whoever it was. Carefully and well hidden in front of him, Malik turned the millennium rod, into a shining dagger that dripped with the memories of blood on it.
"And who may I ask are you?" Malik spoke calmly, in a stern and determined accent.
"I am the one who was assigned the task of tending to the millennium items, to make sure they did not fall into the wrong hands for power alone. I serve the Pharaoh that lives even now, and I am the one who took what items were left and passed them to worthy followers, who would serve a purpose in the Pharaoh's future, just like you Ishtar, keeper of the millennium rod."
Malik's eyes tilted upwards, and with quick movement Malik turned to face the intruder before him. Malik arched an eyebrow up at the man clothed in white. His blue eyes pierced Malik's soul, and his tan face bore into Malik's face. Malik stepped back, and glared at him profoundly.
"What do you want spirit?" He stated plainly.
"Ishtar I am not a spirit and I am here to assist you just as was predicted 5,000 years ago." He said simply in a monotone voice, his eyes still focused on Malik.
"I suggest you leave before you find yourself dealing with someone out of your league spirit." Malik replied back, not believing a word of it. "Oh and just to let you know that thing on your head is out of date. Seriously those things are getting old." Malik mused, turning around.
The man arched his eyes slightly but that was it. "I see you have changed greatly Ishtar. I thought I was almost going to have to remove your item from you. But I see the Pharaoh straightened you out." He said simply, ignoring Malik's comments.
Malik gasped and zipped around in a 90 degree angle. He took a very close look at the Egyptian man before him. "Who are you?" He asked narrowing his eyes into thin slits.
"I told you who I am Ishtar. It is your choice whether for you to believe me or not." He said plainly. "But if you want evidence that I am not who you think I am then here it is."
Malik took a nervous step back, staring at the millennium Ankh and the millennium scale in awe! His mouth dropped open, unable to speak and unable to move. His eyes went as wide as saucers and his hand gripped the ground tightly for some security.
"I remember who you use to be." The man replied, staring down at the bewildered young man.
"You have no idea who the hell I am!" Malik snapped back from the floor.
The man sighed heavily and stepped back, turning his head upward to the tall ceiling.
"You have changed but I see your attitude hasn't. There was a time when you were deeply troubled Ishtar. Since you were a holder of a millennium item, it was my job to judge you. Luckily you and Yami met before we did, or you would've already been judged and punished." He stated simply still staring up at the walls.
"Shut up! I don't know where you came from, but you cannot have my millennium rod!" Malik yelled out, still on the floor.
The man made no reaction to Malik's hasty words. In fact he ignored them all together. "I know all about your history Ishtar."
"You know nothing!" Malik snapped back.
The man did not change the grim expression upon his face. "I know about your past. I know what how you lusted for power, Yami's power to be exact. I know about your father and I know about Yami Malik."
Malik gasped and breathed in heavily. This time he said nothing.
"You cannot hide it from me Malik, I see it within your soul. But what is done is done, and there is nothing more to be said on it. You are the rightful owner of the millennium rod and I do not wish to take it."
Malik sighed heavily, but did not avert his gaze from the man before him. This man appeared so calm, so relaxed, and so serious all at the same time. Then it occurred to Malik. He had seen this man before! It was only once, but he had seen him!
"I've seen you before!" Malik pointed, blinking repeatedly.
"Yes you might have. My name is Shadi, and I am here to assist you." He replied finally moving his glazed over eyes to Malik.
"This room, this room is very old. In its time it was called the memory room. Its paintings were carved in with a red poker, of every favor, and punishment made by the Pharaoh. It was a way for him to recall what he had done in the past, and a way for him to fix what problems had occurred and had yet to be corrected. In Bakura's case he was both punished and was in the Pharaoh's dept."
"Wait how do you know who Bakura is?" Malik yelled out suddenly.
Shadi arched an eye, and approached Malik with slow footsteps. Malik crawled backwards, as the taller man neared, hovering over him like a giant.
"Because he was the one who took Pegasus' millennium eye, the one I searched for all over the world. When I discovered him and the millennium ring I discovered right away who he was. I just couldn't believe he was the spirit who slept in the ring, deep in the pyramid and discovered his way to his future self, though he may not know it yet."
Malik gasped aloud, and Shadi stopped less then an inch in front of him. His foot was next to Malik's slightly shaking leg. Shadi smirked slightly, surprising Malik, and bore into his eyes.
"I think you knew that as you read deeper into the scripts. (Sigh.) 63 years ago, a merchant led a team of archeologists within these walls. The memories within haunted that team, and so they fled losing behind their sanity. The merchant was the last one to remain. He stole the ring that stood on that platform, and brought it to sell at market. As he removed it from where it stood, something awakened within it. A spirit like Yugi's had come alive."
Malik stood up finally, and studied the man's grim expression, looking for some sign of lies.
"That merchant worked for me." Shadi replied lowly.
"WHAT?!" Malik took a step back, as a bead of sweat rolled down his smooth, tan face. "I thought you said you had no idea how it found its way to Ryou Bakura, Bakura's self as we know it today!?"
Shadi smirked slightly, amazed by his quick mind. "It was just a feeling. Something told me it was time for the ring to find an owner. I had the merchant give it to the first outsider he saw, in hopes of fate taking its tole. As fate would have it, the ring found its way to Ryou's father. That is all I can say on that matter." Shadi said with little haste.
"Then why here? Why would the Pharaoh, put that ring in here!?" Malik asked anxiously.
"After the Pharaoh sealed Bakura's soul within the ring, he could not place it back with the others. Bakura would awaken, drawn to the power of the other millennium items, and use that power to his advantage. No, instead he placed it in this room, where Bakura could sleep peacefully until the coming day. He had it placed in the middle as a reminder to his greatest deed yet to come. You see the Pharaoh could not bring himself to destroy Bakura. They were the same age at that time, and the Pharaoh may've seen a peace of himself within Bakura. Soon, after the walls were filled with memories long passed the Pharaoh's reign, the door was shut and not to be reopened ever again, in fear that the ring would find another master already enslaved with one so long ago. As you can see that did not happen. Later, the Pharaoh's soul was also sealed by his own hand, but that my friend is another story."
Malik raised both his eyebrows in surprise. Who would've thought such a thing? "So this is where Bakura stayed for so long? Well then where are the markings of Bakura's past?! I must figure out the last bit of the scripture!" He asked frantically, surveying the walls.
Shadi watched his movements, with undaunted eyes. "You are looking in the wrong place." He said simply, causing Malik to turn around.
"Well why don't you stop standing there like a stone statue and tell me, or at least help me! That is what you came here to do right?!" He asked, his hands feeling the deep, red markings upon the walls.
Shadi blinked once and walked to the blue box upon the stone. He was followed by piercing violet eyes, watching his every movement.
"Do you not wonder why a box stands here Ishtar?" he asked mockingly, making Malik's blood run hot. Malik was losing patience greatly.
"Well instead of wondering why don't you open it?" Malik mocked back.
"Watch who you talk to Ishtar! You may serve the Pharaoh now, but I have served him longer, and by all rights you should not be holding that item in your hand after the events you brought upon the people of this time!" He spoke commandingly, and so Malik turned away. "No, you open the box Ishtar, it is your fate!"
Malik turned his head and saw Shadi point to the blue box with a serious expression. Shrugging it off, Malik walked over and opened it.
Inside was a scroll. Furrowing his eyes Malik opened it up, and on that scroll were incredible scenes clearly written by Egyptians of that time. Shadi watched his expression with stern, steel eyes.
"What is on it?" Shadi asked as if he already knew the answer to the question.
Malik observed it carefully, drops of moisture building up around his brow. He hastily wiped it away with a dirty hand, as his eyes widened in disbelief.
"It's Yami-I mean the Pharaoh! He's standing up on some type of alter...with a woman!"
Shadi grabbed the scroll from him and studied it. Sighing heavily he handed it back to Malik.
"Uh-turn it upside down, that is I suppose another…story." He said rolling his eyes.
Malik shrugged and turned it upside down. His mouth literally snapped open. There was what looked like Bakura. His eyes were closed and he was on his knees, with some sort of blue light around him. His face actually seemed different, almost kind. In his hands was the ring, and he was extending it out to someone. Malik moved his eyes up and gasped aloud. It was indeed Yami! The Pharaoh was receiving the millennium ring, with a smile upon his face. That scene was completely covered in blue light now. The next picture above literally had his blood running cold. A purple ball of light hovered right over Bakura as he handed the ring over, and in that light was what appeared to be Bakura's face smiling down at him! Could it have been Ryou's face?
"No it couldn't be! They can't predict that, it's impossible!" Malik yelled out in disbelief, his hands shaking as he stared at the scroll. Shadi said nothing. He watched completely silent as Malik stared down, a smile was upon Shadi's face. He had succeeded in his mission.
One last scene caught Malik's eye. The sky above was done in dark purple and black. In the center was a full moon that hovered brightly down. Its light shined right down on Yami and Bakura, engulfing both of them within it. That's when it occurred to Malik.
Slowly Malik's nervous head rose and a look of horror were upon his face. He rolled the scroll up and quickly placed it back in the blue box. His eyes darted over to Shadi's serious yet calm expression.
"I understand!" Malik said suddenly. "Bakura must return his millennium ring to Yami, Yugi's Yami! He will live in this world once again as will Ryou if he returns that ring to Yami free willingly! That is the key here! That is the only way!" Malik said shakily.
Shadi nodded shortly, and turned away, his expression remained the same.
"Tell me this though." Malik began his hand shaking violently, as the other one clutched onto the rod. "When is the next full moon?" Shadi did not turn to face him.
"It will be tomorrow night in Domino City if that's where you mean." Shadi replied in a monotone voice. "I suggest you hurry. It took you nearly 2 ½ days to get here.
Malik smirked and chuckled lightly. "Yes but I had a sand storm to slow me down." Malik sighed and walked to the opening entrance, while Shadi stared up at the walls.
"It was Yami who did this all wasn't it, in other words the Pharaoh? He knew all along, he knew this entire time and he probably sent you here right now. He probably knows what's going on this very second doesn't he? Hey I bet you and Yami were the ones who had him reappear just recently! It was you guys! " Malik's violet eyes bore straight through Shadi's back.
Shadi did not turn to face him this time. "Go now, before it is too late."
Malik nodded and grabbed a bag he had left on the ground. "Thank you for everything. I do not know what you will do next or what the Pharaoh has for your agenda, but I wish you luck."
Shadi nodded, and so with a final gaze, Malik was gone.
He opened the entrance to the outside, and was blinded by the light. A large creature approached him, making noises in response. Malik packed his things up quickly and placed them on top of the camel's back. He climbed atop his companion and made way out to the desert again, placing his hood over his head once more. His eyes stared out into the sea of sand, reminiscing on the events that just took place. He had a little over a day and half to get there and it was going on noon right about now in Domino, if he calculated this correctly. On top of that Yami and little Yugi were somewhere here in Egypt with his sister!
"This is hopeless." He mumbled to himself. "But I have to try."
With a few commanding words, the camel was off.
'I don't have much time.' Malik thought to himself. 'If this is true then Bakura can be saved and perhaps Ryou as well, but there isn't much time! I must get there before it's too late or Bakura makes the wrong choice and then both of them will be lost for good!' His piercing, violet eyes narrowed down, as his hood blew over. "I must not let Tea down! I promised I would repay her for my wrong doings and that is what I will do!" He cried out, urging the camel to move faster!
His tan face looked up at the ceiling above, the spirit's whispers and moans echoed through the walls once again. Shadi frowned lightly, placing a hand upon the blue box before him.
"So the Pharaoh's wishes will finally be fulfilled." He sighed to himself, taking one last look around the room. He felt the pain within, and he felt his heart crack in two, just as Malik's did. A single, tear rolled down his tan cheek, and Shadi did not bother to remove it.
"There is no human on this earth that can challenge the memories of pain of ones self. The love and hate within this room is enough to drive a man mad. It is lucky for Ishtar he had his millennium rod there to protect him. And there it shined, through the heart ache and misery of this hurtful place."
The door creaked close behind Shadi, who never once turned back. That tear dropped to the ground aimlessly, as each row of torches burned out.
*1 DAY LATER*
Tea sat on the futon next to the window. Bakura sat behind her, his arms tightly around the brunette girl. Yes, once again it was raining!
Tea shivered, feeling the warm breath on her head, and the rhythmic beating of his heart. She was happy that she got those mysterious dreams off her back. Bakura actually didn't seem bothered by them at all. In fact, he said they were probably some sort of sign, and it was meant to happen just like his dream. Tea was a bit shaken up when he mentioned Ryou, but comforted by the fact that he wasn't talking of despair or anything. As luck would have it, Tea did not have such dreams last night. No, she hadn't had those dreams in the past 4 days.
Those 4 days were the best days she had, had in a long time. She showed Bakura everything, and everywhere she went. She took him to DDR, (Dance, Dance Revolution.) and had him practically make a fool of himself! It was funny to watch!
Everyday it would rain, and every night it would pour, stopping occasionally for a few hours but never long. But it didn't bother either of them. In fact they began to enjoy it. Tea was just slightly surprised her town hadn't gotten a flood warning yet. (-_-)
"(Sigh.) So what do you want to do now?" Tea asked out of the blue, her eyes half closed.
Bakura stared ahead, his eyes were still heavily arched, and his face was stern and unkind, but his eyes told another story all together. They contained passion, trust, and possibly happiness. Something he did not know of for a very long time, and if he did his heart had forgotten.
"To sit here." He said simply.
"Huh?" Tea looked up at his expressionless face.
"Let's just sit here." He said gazing down at her and smirking.
Tea shrugged and snuggled down into his arms. "Hey guess what tonight is?" She asked happily.
"Taco night?" He teased, chuckling slightly. "I still don't understand that combination of cheese, meat, and hot sauce, but it was good I suppose"
Tea sweat dropped, and she had to contain herself from laughing. "No, tonight's a full moon!"
"Oh." Was the only response out of Bakura.
"Oh? Oh come on we can-
Ring, ring, ring!
Tea frowned as did Bakura, as the phone continued to ring. Sighing unhappily, Tea wiggled out of Bakura's arms and walked over to the phone. Bakura sulked and cursed whoever it was on the other line.
"Hello?" Tea asked politely into the phone.
"Hey Tea it's me!" A kind voice spoke back.
Tea's eyes practically snapped open. "Yugi!"
Bakura turned to face her, staring up at her face that stared down at Bakura's.
"How are ya Yugi?" She asked happily.
"Good how are you?" He asked gleefully.
"Oh good, everything's going good! It's raining here a lot but hey I'm enjoying it!" Tea smiled seductively at a winking Bakura.
"Yeah I know." Yugi said sadly.
Tea furrowed her eyebrows. Did she just hear him correctly? "Uh how do you know that Yugi?" She asked slowly.
"Because me and the gang, are on our way over to the house." Yugi yelled out in enthusiasm.
Tea's eyes got VERY large. ((0))~((0))
"D-did you just say you're on your way to my house Yugi?"
Bakura fell off the futon. ((O))_((O))
"Yep, me and the gang. SURPRISE!"
Tea nearly dropped the phone. (*)_(*) "W-what do you mean me and the gang?" She asked nervously.
"You know, me, Yami, Joey, Tristan, Mai, Serenity, and Isis too!"
Tea went ice cold. "Oh really…how…wonderful. But I thought you and Yami were on a mission to find his memories or something?"
"Yeah well we found a lot of important stuff, and so we decided to take a break. I called everyone else and they agreed." Yugi was so happy he could barely contain himself!
Tea was on the verge of passing out right there and then. "Uh, how long until you guys get here?" She asked worriedly glancing at Bakura, who was on the ground. (X_X)
Yugi pondered the thought. "Um, probably 20 minutes."
"20 minutes?!…Oh goody..." (-)_(-) Was she in a lot of crap.
"Why, is that a problem Tea?" Yugi asked somewhat concerned by her tone.
"Oh no, I look forward to your arrival! Can't wait to see ya!" She lied. Wait till they get a look of the ancient evil spirit in her house. Yeah there was something wrong.
'Well then I'll let you go. See ya in a bit Tea!"
Tea hung up the phone and stared at a freaked Bakura.
"Their going to freak when they see me won't they?" He said hoarsely. Tea just nodded her head and sat down beside him.
"What are we going to do?" She asked, sighing. "I mean I think we should just-
"I'll hide." Bakura interrupted.
"You'll what!!?" Tea yelled out.
"I'll hide, what's the big deal?" He asked waving his arms about.
"You can't hide!! I mean I can't lie to them like that!" Tea yelled back in defense.
"Well what then?" He asked folding his arms. "You want me to welcome them at the door, in a tie and collar, and hand them a bunt cake?"
Tea gave him a death glare before the phone rang again. Sighing in frustration, Tea walked over and picked it up. Guess who it was?!!
"Hello?" Tea mumbled miserably.
"Tea I know what's happening and I'm on my way!" A voice cried back from the other line.
"Malik!?" Tea practically yelled in the phone almost deafening Malik.
Bakura's body jumped up, and before Tea knew it he was beside her. Tea almost squealed and jumped in surprise sending him another death glare.
"Malik what is it? You left in such a hurry and we don't know where you-
"We need to find Yami!" Malik yelled back. "I figured the entire thing out, and we must find-
"Wow, slow down Malik. Don't worry, surprisingly enough Yugi and Yami are on their way over right now as sort of a surprise.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me." Malik mumbled to himself in disbelief. "Well why the hell not?" He thought aloud.
"You there Malik?" Tea asked or rather yelled.
The more Malik thought about it, the more it seemed as if it couldn't be possible.
"Yeah I'm here." He mumbled over the phone.
"Well what a coincidence huh?" Tea asked sarcastically.
"Maybe not, listen, just wait up for me. I'll be there in 30 minutes." Malik hung up.
Tea tried to say something but Malik wouldn't give her the chance. Tea hung the phone up and sighed.
"Well what did that trader have to say?" Bakura growled.
"He's on his way over with something very important that includes Yami." Tea said.
"It always concerns Yami with that guy!" Bakura said rolling his eyes.
Tea breathed in and sat down on the couch. "Well where do you want to hide?"
"So now you're taking my idea into account?" Bakura teased smiling down at her.
"I guess, they'll be freaked if they see you, or at least until Malik arrives with an explanation." Tea said tiredly. She didn't expect her day to go quite like this.
Ding Dong!
"Now what is it?" Tea asked annoyed, approaching the door. "They can't already be here." She said to herself aloud.
Bakura didn't move, it was already too late. Without thinking the door flew open and there in the doorway was-
"KAIBA!" Tea practically screamed, sending Seto Kaiba a step back or two.
"Yes I suppose this is someone you didn't quite expect at your doorstep." Kaiba said hastily, as he turned his head to the side.
Bakura stood beside the couch, memories of the young man flooding into his mind.
"Uh what…can…I…do…for…you…Kaiba." She asked rather slowly and awkwardly.
"Well I knew Yugi was gone, and I'd rather not spend my time searching for him, mind you I have a company to run, so I want to give this to you, to give to him."
Seto extended his hand out revealing a Blue Eyes White Dragon card. Tea stared at it in dismay. She couldn't believe it! This day was getting weirder and weirder.
"Tell him it's to replace the one I ripped up. I would've given it to his Grandpa, but his Grandpa I heard went with him." Tea took the card and stared at it, stepping out of the way in the process.
That's when Seto saw him.
"YOU!"
Seto roared pointing to the white haired guy far in front of him. Tea jumped and gulped. She forgot about Bakura.
Bakura just raised an eyebrow as Seto helped himself in. Tea had to stand in front of Seto to keep him from charging Bakura.
"N-Now just relax Kaiba!" Tea said calmly.
"I remember you!" Seto boomed pointing an accusing finger at him. "Gardner what's going on?" He snapped down at the brunette.
Tea closed the door and sighed heavily. Bakura just rolled his eyes, enduring the cursing he was receiving from Seto Kaiba.
"What the hell is going on with today?!" Bakura asked irritated, as he staring up at the ceiling, waving his hands about.
Just before Tea could say another word, a tire screeched up to the curb. The three of them went silent as they crowded around the window. Tea gasped aloud, her eyes wide with horror. A spiky headed boy popped out of a taxi van.
"Well how fortunate." Seto Kaiba said sarcastically. "I can just give it to him after all." He said more to himself.
"Oh dear." Tea mumbled quietly. What would they think if they saw both Kaiba and Bakura in her house!!?? She had to think quick!
Meanwhile, someone else in another taxi car was on their way to Tea's house. Malik sat in the back seat, tired dirty, covered with sand, and wrinkles under his eyes, as he clutched the cell phone tightly in one and the rod in the other. His arms were crossed and his clothes were tattered and filthy. Of course most of all, he was pissed. How did he get himself in this mess in the first place?!
The driver stared back at the young man in the back seat curiously. He had been completely silent since he climbed in with barely a word on how to get there.
"So sir what happened to you?" He asked.
"Shut up and drive." Malik growled or rather mumbled crossing his leg and staring at the floor. He definitely did his good deeds for the year.
Zoeygirl: Well that's it for now. Jeez, didn't mean to make it that long. Oh yeah I have one more reviewer to respond to!
Branwan: I have to say your review is probably one of the most touching ones I've read and I don't know why. Thanks a lot for your very kind words! (^_^) Oh and I understand the type your searching for. I'm sure there are many more stories better than mine out there, and if you keep searching I'm sure you'll find many more. Don't give up. Anyways as for the lemon well…(Fidgeting.) I've never written one before and frankly I don't know how. (O_O) Yep I'm lame. (Shrugs.) So what else is knew. But hey I've thought about it and it's always a possibility. (^_^) Oh and can I ask you a question? DO YOU LIKE MY STORY? (Grins evilly.) Well see ya! Till next time!
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