Himeko: Yippee! Jade-chan's back!
Yami Himeko: What excuse have you got for us this time?
Jade: None. I was just plain not in the mood. I wouldn't be surprised if I didn't get a single review for this, but be nice to me plz? Besides YH would kill me if I didn't update.
Yami Himeko: You've got that right. *evil grin*
Jade: *sweatdrop* Well, I want to thank ahead of time for anybody who still stick along with this. Thank you my lovely reviewers!
Disclaimer: If Jade owned Yu-Gi-Oh! it would go bankrupt. So, it's a good thing she doesn't.
Jade: *pulls out tape recorder* Note to self: Get a new guy to do the disclaimer.
/Hikari to Yami/
//Yami to Hikari//
The Ghost in the Picture
*Himeko's POV*
"Young Link wins!" the announcer in the game shouts. Mokuba beams widely. Yami and Kaiba blink a few times. Actually Mokuba and I had to go into sudden death. I went easy on the kid to make him happy. Yami and Kaiba tied for third, but who needs to sudden death for that? The whole room is silent. Then they burst in laughter.
"Looks like the King of Games has been dethroned!" Ryuuji suddenly pouts. "I wanted to do that." The laughter gets louder with that. I couldn't help but laugh, too. I still remember that broadcast. He was so intent on beating Yami.
"Hail me! The new King of Games!" Mokuba jumps up and shouts.
"And me! The Queen of Games!" I jump up and shout as well.
"Now there's a freaky couple," Katsuya states. I feel my cheeks burn. Me with a pre-teen? Get serious! "Maybe not that freaky. You're both the same size, and ya got da same hair!" Everyone else laughs.
"Congratulations on the new boyfriend, hon!" Mai calls out.
"Unh uh. Nope. I don't make boyfriends after knowing a boy for thirty minutes." I wave my finger in the air. Everyone laughs. I guess everyone's got the giggles. Well, it is fun to laugh, though.
"How about a one on one match, Yami?" Kaiba says suddenly. Yami smirks his reply. A bunch of sighs fill the room. I guess they do this alot. I walk over to the table covered in junk food. I start dumping some Doritos in my bowl. Mmmmm....cheesy. Something sparkles in the corner of my eye. A small picture frame. The glare from the glass had been reflected into my eye. I walk over to take a closer look at it. The entire group in the living room. That's what it portrays. The glare blocks of the corner of the picture. It cuts off Hiroto's head. I stand on my tip toes, and stretch my hand to pull it down from the shelf. Now I can see what the glare is trying to hide. It's a boy, pale as snow with hair to match. He seemed to be so far from the group, like he didn't belong. Just a ghost that walks amongst human, hoping to be noticed. The glass cracks across his empty, amber eyes, and the room is smothered in darkness.
Where am I? It's so dark here. I can hear the rain pelt the street. I'm not getting wet, nor can I feel the wind. So, I'm indoors atleast. A moan reverberates through the walls. A very ghastly moan. Oh Ra...this is creepy. I bring my shaking hands to my chest. Why does it hurt? Why does my chest hurt? C'mon Himeko. It's okay. It's just a really freaky vision. That's all it is. The moan pierces through the darkness again. I felt a shiver trail up my spine. I think there's something else here, too. Something else, besides the moaning. I don't know what, but I'll find out. Slowly, I walk through the darkness. One hand touching a wall. The other in front of my face to lessen my chances of walking smack into something and being sent to the hospital. I walk slowly and carefully as my eyes gradually adjust. My hand slides off the wall. Must be a corner. I feel for it again and continue walking. My foot hits something. It's only the stairs. One hand on the railing. The other on the wall. My feet moving slowly as I work my way up the steps. Soon I reach solid floor. The moan is coming from my left. I feel my way over and slowly push the door open. There are two figures inside this room. One on the ground. One standing. The standing one raises his arm. I can barely make out a thin curve where his hand is. A thin curve? Oh shit. A knife! He brings it down and another moan fills my ears.
"No..." I whisper as he repeats his action, "No! Stop it!" The figure on the floor looks at me. Suddenly, I can see it, er...him clear as day. The rest of room filled in darkness while he radiated light. It's that boy. The one from the picture. The other figure turns around when he notices the boy's gaze. It's eyes glow red, like my yami. Oh double shit.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" The voice booms. I could've sworn that shook the room. I hear a loud growl as the figure walks toward me. Oh triple shit.
"Himeko!" A high-pitched yell fills my ears. I sit up-right immediately. Adrenaline coursed through my body. My chest heaves as I breathe deeply. "Oh thank God!" It's only Anzu. She places her hand on her forehead, and breathes deeply. She removes it and smiles at me. "You scared me for a second there. You wouldn't wake up at all. I was about to call the hospital."
"Gomen nasai," I smile, "See? I'm fine." My fingers brushes against something smooth as I try to stand up. I turn my head. Broken glass and a picture frame. "I'm sorry I broke your picture frame." I bow slightly as I apologize.
"It's okay. The picture didn't get torn. See?" She puts it in my face. My eyes widen. The boy is now in the front of the picture. Not the back. He looked alive and happy. Not good. Not good at all.
"Who's this other boy?" I ask.
"Oh, that's Bakura. He's a friend of ours. However..." she trailed off. I narrow my eyes.
"However?" I cross my arms over my chest.
"Well, he hasn't been hanging out with us recently. He always has someplace to go, or something to do. Something about spending more time with his father." My face fell when I heard the word 'father.' My father's smile flashed through my mind. I shake my head very slightly, so Anzu wouldn't notice. Get back on track. You don't have time to grieve, Himeko. Is it possible that the other figure could be his father? No way. Those eyes are way too much like a yami's. I place my hand under my chin as I think. Does Bakura own a millenium item? There's no way I can ask Anzu. If she knows about these trinkets then that may blow Yami-sama's cover. I can't let her know I have one, too. I sigh softly. Damn it, what should I do?
"Ah Anzu-san, where's your bathroom?" I smile innocently.
*Yami Himeko's POV*
The wall of my soul room is covered in pictures. Hieroglyphs that tell my life's story. My birth, my death. My pain. I re-read it over and over. How the pharaoh used me. How the tomb robber tricked me. How the high priest betrayed me. I hate them. I hate them all. All of them will pay, but the pharaoh shall suffer the most of my wrath. I feel so giddy. So ecstatic. Of course, it's impossible to kill since they're spirits who can take on an almost human form. I've found the pharaoh. I've found the high priest. All that was left was the tomb robber. Maybe I should find the seer, and the keeper as well. They knew what they were doing to me. All they did was stand by and watch, since it was the PHARAOH's orders. In fact the only one who even tried to help me was the judge. I wonder what his descendant is like. I hope he's kind, too. I lay back on my bed with my arms behind my head. I stare at the ceiling. No pictures there. Just the unknown emptiness. There's a light rap on my door. Not now, aibou. I'm tired. I close my eyes, but a louder rap snaps them open. I sigh as I stomp over to my door. This kid better have a GOOD reason to bother me while I'm trying to relax. The torches in my room go out as I open the door. I can't let her see these drawings. I open the door wide and stare down at her with my most menacing glare. She shies back a minute. Then she brings herself up with a fire burning in her eyes. Determination.
"What do you want, pest?" She flinches at my words. The fire remains. I'm surprised I haven't slapped her yet for making eye contact. There's something in that fire. Something that peaks my curiousity. What could bother this brat so much that she'd try to talk face to face with me?
"In your past....did you know a person by the name of....Bakura?" My eyes snap open. Bakura, the tomb robber?
"Why do you want know?" I tried to put some malice into my voice, but I failed. I'm just too damn curious.
"Bakura is one of Yugi's friends. If that person who hurt him was his yami...." she starts to sniffle and brings her hands to her eyes.
"Must be the tomb robber. Let him do what he wants to his hikari for all I care," I turn around to go back to my bed, but I feel a tug at my vest. What the hell is she doing?
"I saw his face. It was cut up with blood and tears trailing down his cheeks. He hurts him physically, Yami-sama! He doesn't just beat him in his soul room, like you do with me! He beats him in his house, so his blood can stain the carpet!" I didn't move as she cried.
"So, what's your point?" I say at last. She releases my vest and just stands there silently. I don't move at all. I wonder how she'll respond.
"H-How can you be so cold?" she says at last. I smirk.
"Because that's the kind of person I am, hikari." I feel that strange drunk and dizzy combo. I wanna see her bleed...
"Yami-sama.." she falls to her knees. Her head low to the floor with her hands in front of her. "Please, help him. I beg of you."
"You're begging me? What the hell am I supposed to get in return?"
"Anything," Her voice is strained as she spoke through clenched teeth. Anything...I smirk. Why not kill two birds with one stone?
"Can I have the tomb robber?" I ask coyly. Her head shoots straight up.
"What do you mean?" she asks.
"That tomb robber did something very mean to me. I just want to return the favor." Her trembling form shook. "So choose, little one. Let the hikari suffer under his yami's hand, or have his yami suffer under mine."
Yami Himeko: Nicely done. *getting into drunk and dizzy combo*
Jade: Yeah, well, this would've been longer, but this seemed like such a good cliffie! I'd like to get atleast one review, so I'll know someone's reading before I post the next chapter! Oh yeah, tell me if you prefer the more spacious format I've got or should I stick with the style from the last chapters.
Himeko: Uh, Jade-chan?!
Jade: *turns head and sees YH walking towards Himeko with a knife.* Oh quadruple shit.
Jap/Eng Guide:
None what so ever. Wow.
