Aisha: TT; I'm sorry how late this is everyone!! (It is out earlier than I said though.) I had no computer, and I got back on a Monday! 'Twas bad. (Actually, it's not Monday yet. I'm sitting in VA on Good Friday writing in a spiral notebook.) This probably won't even be a good chapter because I'm in a laid back and lazy mood, so I kinda feel bad for making you wait. Oh well, it couldn't be helped --;;
(I have to tell you this, because I never thought that I would be such a sap, but my cousin had a little baby, Anne, and this thing is just so adorable!!! I am fawning over her as I write this. She's still pretty small, 3 months old, I think. Awww, she's fussing, such a cutie. o.0;; If any of my friends are reading this, shoot me now!)
(P.S.- I've discovered Strawberry pocky!)
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Bound By Our Simple Mistakes
Chapter10: The Night From Hell.
(Yugi's POV)
After much complaining, and arguing we finally made it to the park. Sure the sun had set, and the park was deserted, but Ryou and Adara would wait for me, right?
/Walk around. Maybe I'll see them./
/But they won't see you./
/What?/
/You're in my head. How could they possible see you?/
/…point made./
/…And?/
/And what?/
/Well, what are you going to do?/
/If you mean leaving your head, I can't./
/Why not!?/
/Because I don't know how! It's not as though I enjoy being trapped in the head of a mortal who looks just a bit too similar to me for my liking!/
/Well then what do we do?/
My mind briefly thought back on that searching tendril. The demon had seemed to know what was going on, but a multitude of things stopped me from taking that option seriously. Things like: 1) I didn't know where he was, 2) I couldn't truly trust him, and 3) I would not allow my pride to be trampled on! Imagine; an angel asking a demon for help! Laughable!!
/You still in there?/
Then again…
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(Malik's POV)
Ishtar (What a weirdo --;;) dragged me down the street, literally kicking and screaming. I cannot tell you the amount of weird looks my wings attracted, though it seemed like most were trying to write it off as a fashion statement.
"The things kids wear these days! Why, in my day we never-" I was tempted to tell that man that I was nearly 4 times his age (Assuming he was 45 that is.) I would have loved to see him have a heart attack at that statement, he looked ready to wet himself as it was when I looked at him (it couldn't have been that intimidating though. I didn't glare, and I was slung over Ishtar's shoulder at the time.)
After awhile I gave up on the whole idea of trying to escape, sure I was powerful, but the second Ishtar touched me it felt as though my demon strength was being drained away, leaving me no better than a human. Like I couldn't (or maybe even shouldn't) fight back.
Ishtar finally put me down once we reached his house.
"Oh Isis, dear sister whom I love with all of my heart!" Ishtar sang out in a sugary tone.
An exasperated, "What is it this time Ishtar?" came from upstairs as a tanned and curious head peeked over a banister.
Ishtar grabbed my arm and swung me around in front of him so that Isis could see me. "Can I keep him Sis? Huh? Can I?" He asked, one hand on my shoulder and the other on one of my wings, which had shot out in alarm when he grabbed me.
Isis' eyes widened, "Ishtar, you can't keep him! He's not a stray animal, he's a…… human?" She faltered at the end, catching sight of my large purple wings.
"Demon," I corrected her, in what I hoped was a helpful tone. Best to be polite when dealing with the relatives of the mentally insane.
"But he's MY little minion of darkness, and I says he stays," Ishtar was sounding like a small child, being deprived of a kitten.
"A demon?" Isis seemed to be in shock, not that I could blame her really.
"Look," I said with as much authority as I could muster, "there's a job that I have to be at in less than an hour. If I don't get there they might fire me!"
"What do you do?" Curious purple eyes looked at me.
"I'm a mmphmm," I always go by the motto of, 'When in doubt mumble!'
"What was that?" Damn it the loon was persistent!
"I'm a cashier at an EZ Mart," I said with as much distaste as possible. Insane fits of laughter and giggles met my ears, and enraged, I quickly pushed past Ishtar. "I'm out of here," I muttered, closing the door behind me. His laughter followed me for a while, becoming completely silent, before I heard a wail of despair at him realizing that I had no intentions of returning.
I must have walked 2 or 3 blocks before something started pulling me back again. Looking around I expected to see Ishtar, and to my surprise I found no one, but I did notice that same Meep-Foresaken (I love that phrase) golden aura from before.
-15 Minutes, 3 Flesh Wounds, and 1 Very Harassed Demon Later-
Grudgingly, I walked back to Ishtar's house and knocked on the door. It slowly creaked open to reveal a pair of bright, half closed, purple eyes which widened the second I was noticed. "I can't seem to-"
"Cute, shiny, demon-child Malik came back to me," Ishtar purred, voice sounding like velvet, while grabbing my arm and pulling me in the house.
Any protest I was trying to make died in my throat when I saw his room. It was filled with silver and gold chains and jewelry. He had no furniture, but there was a TV and stereo on the floor, pushed up against the wall. The middle of the room sunk into the floor, like a square pit, and it was filled with pillows of all kinds and a few blankets. A bright crystal cut chandelier filled with candles lighted the room. The walls were what caught most of my attention though. One wall was painted with a landscape of a desert, the next one was painted to look like the inside of a temple, next was a view of what looked to be an ancient Egyptian city, and the last wall was painted with hieroglyphics all over it. I looked back at Ishtar, who was looking pleased with my reaction.
"I put my soul into decorating this room," he said, not sounding quite so insane anymore.
Staring straight at his face all, all I could do was nod a reply, while thinking, 'He couldn't be one of… them. Could he?'
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(Ryou's POV)
Bakura and I said nothing to each other on the way back to his house. Sure we had no clue what was going on, but it was perfectly clear that something didn't want us apart. Even though it was late and no one was out anymore, I still felt nervous about being out in the open. I was probably already facing expulsion at school for talking, and not fighting, to a demon, I really didn't need to add to that by making front-page news in the mortal realm. Things were not looking good.
"D'you want something to eat?" Bakura asked me once we were back at his house.
"No thank you," I replied, even if I was hungrier than hell I didn't want to impose, it was bad enough that I was there in the first place.
He raised an eyebrow. "Your stomach begs to differ," he laughed, after my stomach gave a monstrous growl.
"No really, you don't have to-"
"Sit," he commanded, pointing to the kitchen table. After 15 minutes or so he returned with a steaming pan of something.
"What is that?" I asked, staring curiously at the oozing stuff on the table.
"Don't tell me that they haven't got pizza in heaven!" His eyes were wide and he sounded as though he spoke of the ultimate horror.
"Ok, I won't" I replied, it wasn't in my nature to lie.
"Heaven doesn't sound quite so heavenly anymore," he almost sounded disturbed at what he was being told.
"What do you mean?"
"You don't have sugar, you don't have pizza, next thing you know you're going to tell me that you have to go to school as well!"
"Well I do. Have been for about 110 years." His eyes grew to the size of saucers.
"You poor, poor thing. I can't even imagine 110 years of school!"
"Well I mean, every 10 years down here is 1 year up there, but yeah, school really is a killer. Matter of fact that's what started this whole escapade. I was supposed to follow you, unnoticed, for one month, as a human studies mid-term."
"Well you failed that miserably," he muttered.
"Thanks," I said sarcastically, matching his tone.
He raised an eyebrow, "They have sarcasm in heaven?"
"Look, it's not all that it's cracked up to be. Angels aren't any better than humans, they still act petty and shallow! The only thing that really makes us different, aside from wings ("Of course.") is that we have longer lives, and special powers," I ended my little tirade panting. I had waited to get that off my chest for some time now.
Bakura, sensing that any further exploration in the subject could have led to another outburst, decided to change the subject. "So do you have any idea what's going on with this thing?" he asked, tapping the Ring with a finger.
"No, I don't. I think Malik might, but he always gets distracted when he tries to say something important," I thought briefly of Ishtar and his overly clingy hands. "But my computer back home might have something."
"Not really going to help us if we're stuck down here though."
"Hmmm," he had a point, but there's always a loophole, it's just a matter of finding it. "Not necessarily," I said slowly, "I could fly the both of us up there, my wings are definitely strong enough, and you should be able to get threw the barrier since you've been there before, and-"
"Hold on," he interrupted, "I have never been to heaven, I think I'd remember something like that!"
"Oh, I expect they've erased your memory. A few months ago you ran over Mr. Mouto-" quickly I dove into the story of what had happened, and how Mr. Mouto had been allowed to live. "The barrier should recognize you, so it isn't impossible. Mind you, it is illegal, but I figure I've already done enough to get expelled from school, and I really don't fancy the idea of working in a Quickie Mark for the rest of eternity, I'd rather be banned from the Upper Elements."
Bakura's curiosity seemed to have won out over his sensibility, or maybe he was always reckless, I wouldn't know, but either way he agreed to it. After that we lapsed into a comfortable silence, eating our pizza in peace.
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(Malik's POV)
I sat in Ishtar's pit/bed while he messed around on his computer (which was also on the floor.) My body was in the room, but my mind was elsewhere.
Me, Ryou, Ryou's friend…… Then there was Ishtar, Bakura, and whoever Ryou's friend had run into… Were they the one's who I really thought they were? Were the old legends really true? And if so, then I had unintentionally lied to Ryou. Everything that I had told him wasn't truly the truth. But that was only if Ishtar and the others were THEM.
Looking down at the golden rod that had appeared, my last thought before I fell asleep in the hole o' pillows was, (1)'Calm family reunions have been replaced by sugar rushes and chronic lying.' This had truly turned out to be the night from hell.
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Aisha: Ok, and that's a rap! Wow, written this is about 11 ½ pages! I'm tired and my hand aches. I guess I'll see you later. The more you review the faster you'll find out what Malik was rambling on about!!!
(1)This statement is a spoof of JV JTHM: "Witty closing remarks have been replaced by head trauma and severe hemorrhaging."
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Chapter Revised: August 06, 2004.