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Yup.
Kuja: *with un-ignorable puppy-dog-eyes* Don't sue the poor. Innocent . . .
Riku:*coughs loudly*
Kuja: . . . giggleplex. She understands that she owns nothing, so go bother the frickid fanartists! *sticks out tongue*
YAY! I'm back to this lovely authoress heaven. *sigh* I know I don't get as many reviews as other people, but I savor each and every one with an insane giggle (tm)
I have faithfully submitted a review in response FOR ALL OF YOU WHO REVIEWED LAST TIME, so check out my review page if you did! I wrote about a paragraph to each of you, and had SO much fun at it, that I'll do it ~again~ in 3 days. ^^
Happy reading!
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The joyous robins delicately nibbled on the dewy grass, probably a rather sour taste, but they did need to eat after all. While ignoring the imaginings pertaining toward what they were actually doing, it could be seen as a rather picturesque scene, as the unkempt garden was resembling something out of a colossal storybook, so mysterious it ~had~ to be magical.
It was a scene only betraying the vicious tempers that would surely arise too soon. However, just like the robins and though he was never one to take the initiative in these sort of situations, it really needed to be done. If not, a more drastic and conscience-shattering action would be forced to take place.
So, the Egyptian on the brick path didn't really care. Hell, he had done so many more gut-wrenching actions back when he was truly alive, that this could hardly hurt his emotions, right? He forced his steps to remain coldly echoing distantly as the pace was firm and determined along the wobbling brick path. Life in a more "unforgiving" time taught him urgently how to guise any sort of second thoughts, or the unsure ones.
The sun was surely a jest of it's true power, shimmering and running through his tanned and scared fingers as if attempting to tickle the face of an emotionless statue. Kaiba, from the sounds of things, used to be like that. The Yami standing upon the brick path was still in that abandoning sense of life, so he didn't think much of it; that only led him to self- pity, which was both less than honorable and always meaningless. It was so weak when you sincerely wished life could look just as simplistic as in the eyes of the innocently pleased ones.
He ignored the beginnings of useless thoughts, and gazed half-heartedly at the worn and disguised name plate off to the side of the double garage doors. They were easy to miss; unpolished, scratched and drowning pathetically in the stifling ivy that was in desperate need of a trim. Whoever owned this imposingly bizarre house needed to care for it, but the snobby, long-nosed neighbors who cared for that fact the greatest, knew not the one who should be charged with the task, for the family seemed to travel to exotic destinations a great deal, and the curiously white-haired teen who used to silently trim the hedges never attempted to meet any of his wonderful neighbors.
The teen had not been seen for nearly a month.
But those same, ~wonderful~ neighbors were only concerned for that ~hideous~ garden, as it was a great shame for such a respectable neighborhood to shelter something so . . . wild and uncontrollable. Though how could they blame anyone besides 'the careless neighbors', when the name plate was so hidden in carelessness? Only a 'Ba', and a 'u' could be seen within the cascades of ivy.
Marik, Malik, Ishtal . . . Yami . . . he had been called many names to confuse unwanted pursuers and the not-so-little event of losing much of his memory, but whoever he was, happened to be attracting a great deal of odd looks. He sighed, with a slight tingle of venom tipping his tongue. No matter how utterly ordinary he tried to seem, their pointy glares poked and prodded the tiny hairs on the back of his neck like a persistent insect.
He should of known that it would be hard to blend in when he was wearing his Hikari's jewelry. Not like he had a choice or anything, he wasn't even supposed to ~be~ here, but for the love of Ra . . . //Do any of these fools know the meaning of courtesy?//
Keeping his nasty temper in check (so as not to blast them to a place where their rude behavior would not be taken quite so lightly), a simple flexing of the invisible power fantasizing humans now called 'magic', gave them a mental nudge away.
He now understood that they were not very concerned for the family in the hideous-house very much, because their attention was much too easy to deflect. It was really amazing how careless they were, and the alter-ego was beginning to get angry at their stupid values once he snatched a snippet of one of their thoughts:
/Overgrown . . . senseless weirdoes . . . /
That man was really taking advantage of the situation, where a garden actually had the opportunity to 'overgrow'. It was quite pleasant actually, so how could that idiot NOT enjoy something that actually looked natural here?
How could any of them dislike the Bakuras anyway? What did the Bakuras ever do to them? They only took the pain themselves, young Ryou probably ~saved~ them from an uncertain, but certainly unfavorable fate.
Yami Malik was angry, and it was not good when Yami Mailik became angry.
So, he shifted his conscious emotions into a brooding mode.
//These stupid mortals do not even have an ~idea~ of what hole they're digging themselves into . . . //
There was a large pile of newspapers under the dark overhang, with a small envelope distanced from the crowd of beige-faded paper. He snatched it up to his reliable eyesight, and gazed at the handwritten label under furrowed brows.
'Egypt'?! This was from Egypt?!
Without any further thought, he gently ripped open the faded envelope, with the recollection of a few well-placed memories of his Hikari. It was old, so though he knew the one who he was looking for was certainly encased within the darkened house wouldn't ever care, and he read it without guilt. He was always guilty for one thing or another, surprisingly enough, but not for this.
It was typed with a trembling machine, and dizzying to follow.
Dear Bakuras As you know, the remains of Professor (first name unknown) Bakura, have been retrieved from the (unnamed) tomb of Giza. Please return letter with enclosed check if a traditional burial is requested. We must receive the payment on enclosed bill, or the body will be disposed of.
Again, we stress you send in the payment by the date of August 27th.
Sincerely,
((AN - let's just pretend that the name here is someone who would actually send a note like this))
Yami Malik swore.
Today was September 5th.
He threw the letter into the wooden doors, who betrayed nothing with their depressing appearance. For the first time in the Yami's existence, well at least the first time in a ~very~ long time, he was beginning to feel pity. For someone besides himself . . . and the partner he used to understand so well.
Now, the task of healing seemed to look purposeful. Just whom to heal, and how, was an uncomfortable uncertainty . . .
. . . That led him to rushing into the dusty house with sincere purpose.
~*~*~*~
"AGAIN Rei."
The one addressed grimaced painfully as she tried to keep her mind off her feet. Respectable women were almost always seen in high-heels, but who ever knew these cursed abnormalities were SO DAMN UNCOMFORTABLE!
Stupid really. Of course this thought was coming from a person who's rear- end and knees were throbbing in agony of tripping a few times, and landing on hard-wood floor.
Mai was looking down at her with a vicious look of teaching. How could she look so composed when she wore those . . . ~things~ so often? How the heck did she do it?!
But Rei didn't complain, because living in this kind of society was enough to make her understand that girls had a sort of second sense for these kinds of things. The past week was interesting for she was beginning to understand these sort of things, but it was a tough life living in 'Mai's boot-camp'.
She bit her lip and picked herself up (WITHOUT jostling her skirt much, a mini-skirt no less thank-you-very-much), and amazingly walked across the floor cleanly and composed.
Mai's face relaxed into a generous smile, as she clapped enthusiastically.
"Yes! My dear, YOU are ready for the world!"
Rei managed a shaky smile in response, for once agreeing with the comment.
Tomorrow was the day when everything would come to test her again: the first day back at Domino High.
~*~*~*~
The two girls were sitting criss-cross-applesauce on Mai's luxurious violet bed, in their latest sets of pajama bottoms and random soft shirts, styling each other's hair purposefully, and discussing things Rei would never had guessed Ryou would ever talk about. Namely; mindless chick-flicks, music, and teen sitcoms. Right now, it was music.
"Have you ever thought of what it must be like to play in a band?" Mai asked, staring up for it was her turn to become 'stylized'.
"Not really," Rei admitted "but it's not like I can play an instrument!" she nudged the girl in front of her with good humor.
The blonde smiled with no regret. "Even if I ~do~ play bass, I doubt they could handle my temper."
"You don't give yourself enough credit."
"Maybe." She tightened her lips into a straight line, and lowered her head just as Rei had instructed. A few well-placed bobby pins later, the masterpiece was done.
"Okay, you can look now!"
Mai pulled out a mirror to survey herself, and gasped. She looked positively ~elegant~. Rei already mistook it as a bad sign, and lowered her head, so the blonde made a point to give her all the recognition she deserved.
"I can't BELIEVE you just came up with this so quickly! Can you do my hair tomorrow?!"
"Seriously?" Rei asked, disbelieving and stationary.
"Of course, you're better than I am at this stuff." It was a compliment that couldn't be taken lightly, and despite the seriousness in her tone, she just ~couldn't~ help but add a fake sniffle and an 'improved' line to an old Bruce Lee movie they had rented earlier "Ah, my young disciple has surpassed my expertise, I cannot believe this is happening to old wrinkly me!"
Rei through a pillow at her, as she was faced (quite literally) with her own mouthful of cotton.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
*sneeze*
I'm really sick right now, so don't get TOO used to this frequent update thing. You can, and as a matter of fact it is ENCOURAGED to enjoy it while it lasts.
I was debating on whether or not to stop the chapter after Malik's time in the spotlight, but nothing really ~happened~, so I decided to just lengthen the chapter in general.
HOPE YOU ENJOYED WHAT I HAD TO OFFER!!! I could never say this enough, but there isn't a better feeling in the world, than to know someone is happily reading a story you have had in your head. *starts bawling* You reviewers are the best!
Since we actually made it to 63 reviews last chapter, why don't we turn it up a notch (someone slap me please, I'm quoting cooking shows OTHER than Iron Chef). Let's go for 63 this time!
ThankyouthankyouthankyouSOMUCH!!! ^^ See you in 3 days (I'll write review responses)
Toodaloo! *bounces as she sneezes again*
giggleplex
Please, 63 REVIEWS?! *bows* Domo arigato goziamasu . . .
Yup.
Kuja: *with un-ignorable puppy-dog-eyes* Don't sue the poor. Innocent . . .
Riku:*coughs loudly*
Kuja: . . . giggleplex. She understands that she owns nothing, so go bother the frickid fanartists! *sticks out tongue*
YAY! I'm back to this lovely authoress heaven. *sigh* I know I don't get as many reviews as other people, but I savor each and every one with an insane giggle (tm)
I have faithfully submitted a review in response FOR ALL OF YOU WHO REVIEWED LAST TIME, so check out my review page if you did! I wrote about a paragraph to each of you, and had SO much fun at it, that I'll do it ~again~ in 3 days. ^^
Happy reading!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The joyous robins delicately nibbled on the dewy grass, probably a rather sour taste, but they did need to eat after all. While ignoring the imaginings pertaining toward what they were actually doing, it could be seen as a rather picturesque scene, as the unkempt garden was resembling something out of a colossal storybook, so mysterious it ~had~ to be magical.
It was a scene only betraying the vicious tempers that would surely arise too soon. However, just like the robins and though he was never one to take the initiative in these sort of situations, it really needed to be done. If not, a more drastic and conscience-shattering action would be forced to take place.
So, the Egyptian on the brick path didn't really care. Hell, he had done so many more gut-wrenching actions back when he was truly alive, that this could hardly hurt his emotions, right? He forced his steps to remain coldly echoing distantly as the pace was firm and determined along the wobbling brick path. Life in a more "unforgiving" time taught him urgently how to guise any sort of second thoughts, or the unsure ones.
The sun was surely a jest of it's true power, shimmering and running through his tanned and scared fingers as if attempting to tickle the face of an emotionless statue. Kaiba, from the sounds of things, used to be like that. The Yami standing upon the brick path was still in that abandoning sense of life, so he didn't think much of it; that only led him to self- pity, which was both less than honorable and always meaningless. It was so weak when you sincerely wished life could look just as simplistic as in the eyes of the innocently pleased ones.
He ignored the beginnings of useless thoughts, and gazed half-heartedly at the worn and disguised name plate off to the side of the double garage doors. They were easy to miss; unpolished, scratched and drowning pathetically in the stifling ivy that was in desperate need of a trim. Whoever owned this imposingly bizarre house needed to care for it, but the snobby, long-nosed neighbors who cared for that fact the greatest, knew not the one who should be charged with the task, for the family seemed to travel to exotic destinations a great deal, and the curiously white-haired teen who used to silently trim the hedges never attempted to meet any of his wonderful neighbors.
The teen had not been seen for nearly a month.
But those same, ~wonderful~ neighbors were only concerned for that ~hideous~ garden, as it was a great shame for such a respectable neighborhood to shelter something so . . . wild and uncontrollable. Though how could they blame anyone besides 'the careless neighbors', when the name plate was so hidden in carelessness? Only a 'Ba', and a 'u' could be seen within the cascades of ivy.
Marik, Malik, Ishtal . . . Yami . . . he had been called many names to confuse unwanted pursuers and the not-so-little event of losing much of his memory, but whoever he was, happened to be attracting a great deal of odd looks. He sighed, with a slight tingle of venom tipping his tongue. No matter how utterly ordinary he tried to seem, their pointy glares poked and prodded the tiny hairs on the back of his neck like a persistent insect.
He should of known that it would be hard to blend in when he was wearing his Hikari's jewelry. Not like he had a choice or anything, he wasn't even supposed to ~be~ here, but for the love of Ra . . . //Do any of these fools know the meaning of courtesy?//
Keeping his nasty temper in check (so as not to blast them to a place where their rude behavior would not be taken quite so lightly), a simple flexing of the invisible power fantasizing humans now called 'magic', gave them a mental nudge away.
He now understood that they were not very concerned for the family in the hideous-house very much, because their attention was much too easy to deflect. It was really amazing how careless they were, and the alter-ego was beginning to get angry at their stupid values once he snatched a snippet of one of their thoughts:
/Overgrown . . . senseless weirdoes . . . /
That man was really taking advantage of the situation, where a garden actually had the opportunity to 'overgrow'. It was quite pleasant actually, so how could that idiot NOT enjoy something that actually looked natural here?
How could any of them dislike the Bakuras anyway? What did the Bakuras ever do to them? They only took the pain themselves, young Ryou probably ~saved~ them from an uncertain, but certainly unfavorable fate.
Yami Malik was angry, and it was not good when Yami Mailik became angry.
So, he shifted his conscious emotions into a brooding mode.
//These stupid mortals do not even have an ~idea~ of what hole they're digging themselves into . . . //
There was a large pile of newspapers under the dark overhang, with a small envelope distanced from the crowd of beige-faded paper. He snatched it up to his reliable eyesight, and gazed at the handwritten label under furrowed brows.
'Egypt'?! This was from Egypt?!
Without any further thought, he gently ripped open the faded envelope, with the recollection of a few well-placed memories of his Hikari. It was old, so though he knew the one who he was looking for was certainly encased within the darkened house wouldn't ever care, and he read it without guilt. He was always guilty for one thing or another, surprisingly enough, but not for this.
It was typed with a trembling machine, and dizzying to follow.
Dear Bakuras As you know, the remains of Professor (first name unknown) Bakura, have been retrieved from the (unnamed) tomb of Giza. Please return letter with enclosed check if a traditional burial is requested. We must receive the payment on enclosed bill, or the body will be disposed of.
Again, we stress you send in the payment by the date of August 27th.
Sincerely,
((AN - let's just pretend that the name here is someone who would actually send a note like this))
Yami Malik swore.
Today was September 5th.
He threw the letter into the wooden doors, who betrayed nothing with their depressing appearance. For the first time in the Yami's existence, well at least the first time in a ~very~ long time, he was beginning to feel pity. For someone besides himself . . . and the partner he used to understand so well.
Now, the task of healing seemed to look purposeful. Just whom to heal, and how, was an uncomfortable uncertainty . . .
. . . That led him to rushing into the dusty house with sincere purpose.
~*~*~*~
"AGAIN Rei."
The one addressed grimaced painfully as she tried to keep her mind off her feet. Respectable women were almost always seen in high-heels, but who ever knew these cursed abnormalities were SO DAMN UNCOMFORTABLE!
Stupid really. Of course this thought was coming from a person who's rear- end and knees were throbbing in agony of tripping a few times, and landing on hard-wood floor.
Mai was looking down at her with a vicious look of teaching. How could she look so composed when she wore those . . . ~things~ so often? How the heck did she do it?!
But Rei didn't complain, because living in this kind of society was enough to make her understand that girls had a sort of second sense for these kinds of things. The past week was interesting for she was beginning to understand these sort of things, but it was a tough life living in 'Mai's boot-camp'.
She bit her lip and picked herself up (WITHOUT jostling her skirt much, a mini-skirt no less thank-you-very-much), and amazingly walked across the floor cleanly and composed.
Mai's face relaxed into a generous smile, as she clapped enthusiastically.
"Yes! My dear, YOU are ready for the world!"
Rei managed a shaky smile in response, for once agreeing with the comment.
Tomorrow was the day when everything would come to test her again: the first day back at Domino High.
~*~*~*~
The two girls were sitting criss-cross-applesauce on Mai's luxurious violet bed, in their latest sets of pajama bottoms and random soft shirts, styling each other's hair purposefully, and discussing things Rei would never had guessed Ryou would ever talk about. Namely; mindless chick-flicks, music, and teen sitcoms. Right now, it was music.
"Have you ever thought of what it must be like to play in a band?" Mai asked, staring up for it was her turn to become 'stylized'.
"Not really," Rei admitted "but it's not like I can play an instrument!" she nudged the girl in front of her with good humor.
The blonde smiled with no regret. "Even if I ~do~ play bass, I doubt they could handle my temper."
"You don't give yourself enough credit."
"Maybe." She tightened her lips into a straight line, and lowered her head just as Rei had instructed. A few well-placed bobby pins later, the masterpiece was done.
"Okay, you can look now!"
Mai pulled out a mirror to survey herself, and gasped. She looked positively ~elegant~. Rei already mistook it as a bad sign, and lowered her head, so the blonde made a point to give her all the recognition she deserved.
"I can't BELIEVE you just came up with this so quickly! Can you do my hair tomorrow?!"
"Seriously?" Rei asked, disbelieving and stationary.
"Of course, you're better than I am at this stuff." It was a compliment that couldn't be taken lightly, and despite the seriousness in her tone, she just ~couldn't~ help but add a fake sniffle and an 'improved' line to an old Bruce Lee movie they had rented earlier "Ah, my young disciple has surpassed my expertise, I cannot believe this is happening to old wrinkly me!"
Rei through a pillow at her, as she was faced (quite literally) with her own mouthful of cotton.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
*sneeze*
I'm really sick right now, so don't get TOO used to this frequent update thing. You can, and as a matter of fact it is ENCOURAGED to enjoy it while it lasts.
I was debating on whether or not to stop the chapter after Malik's time in the spotlight, but nothing really ~happened~, so I decided to just lengthen the chapter in general.
HOPE YOU ENJOYED WHAT I HAD TO OFFER!!! I could never say this enough, but there isn't a better feeling in the world, than to know someone is happily reading a story you have had in your head. *starts bawling* You reviewers are the best!
Since we actually made it to 63 reviews last chapter, why don't we turn it up a notch (someone slap me please, I'm quoting cooking shows OTHER than Iron Chef). Let's go for 63 this time!
ThankyouthankyouthankyouSOMUCH!!! ^^ See you in 3 days (I'll write review responses)
Toodaloo! *bounces as she sneezes again*
giggleplex
Please, 63 REVIEWS?! *bows* Domo arigato goziamasu . . .