Disclaimer: I don't yet own Yugioh, and I sure don't own the shadow realm.
like it exists. OK, well, here goes.
Shadowless CH 1 Marik's trouble
"Come here, Marik!" Ishizu was staring at the small television in the Egyptian home.
"What now?" Marik was annoyed, having just sat down to his dinner.
"Come look what father's creation has done, now!"
"No! Another one!" On the TV display was a street in New York City. There was a cloud like shadow covering the entire street. As he said this, Marik threw his fist down on the table, and made the TV shake.
"Ishizu, what are we gonna do? We gotta stop him."
"Marik, are you sure you want to go near him? He may, you know."
"He has his own body and a free mind, now. Why would he want to risk not having those again?"
"I guess your right, but still. You've never been in the Shadow Realm without him inside you."
"Oh please. I can take it."
"Let's just wait for something more to happen."
"Wait? Wait for more? Ishizu! Ten people have already been lost in the Shadow Realm with no way to get out. You want to wait for more to be trapped?"
"What if you're trapped, Marik?"
Marik grumbled and swore under his breath.
"My cell phone! I'll be back. DJ ran through Times Square, in New York City, dodging three cars, and their driver's cusses. He reached his apartment, a block down, and fumbled with his keys. DJ was 14, and was desperately late for school.
"Watch it!"
"Sorry, miss." DJ started. "Something or other." DJ thought aloud as he dashed towards his door. Upon grabbing his phone, he noticed the TV was still blaring.
DJ gased, and quickly drew open his phone, and dialed as fast as he could, dropping his backpack, and his thought of being late.
"Kiri, Kiri, Kiri!!!!!!-"
"WHAT ALREADY!" Kiri's voice echoed throughout DJ's small and nearly empty apartment.
"I guess you aren't looking at the TV in Times Square, are you?!?!?!?!?"
"No, why?"
At this, DJ stared at the TV, and saw the library in the back of the screen, the image of a dark cloud of black fog still there.
"Don't you see the big cloud thingy?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Kiri's voice wasn't there, Greg had stolen the phone.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Greg's yelp had been even louder than Kiri's scream, and here was still a dull ringing.
"Lemmy guess. The frying pan of doom?" DJ asked lamely.
"Whoa, you are good." Kiri had a sarcastic tone that drove DJ away from the subject for a moment.
"Why is Gre-"
DJ stopped, he stared at the TV, and turned up the volume.
"Investigators have tried to study it from a far, but no science known to man can explain what this is." DJ changed the channel. "Again, this is a Fox News alert: Yet another one of these huge black clouds have appeared, this being the first in the United States, located in New York City. Experts tell fox news that there is still no explanation, but it is exactly like every other in different countries. Again, this is a Fo-" DJ stopped flipping channels, and remembered the reports of other ones. The most of these clouds were located in Egypt, and all other countries, including Japan, India, Russia, Scotland, and now the US all had just one.
"Whoa, DJ, where's the fire?" an middle age man named mister Smith was nearly knocked down by DJ. He was riding his bike down the flights of stairs, and straight through the door. He caught up to Kiri and Greg, who was still spinning.
"Forget school, Kiri, hop on. What, but I have a paper du-"
"School's closed."
"Why?"
"You know all those weirdo clouds appearing all over?"
"Yeah? Oh my G-" Kiri stopped. They had reached the street on which the dark cloud lingered.
"It's so big! Dang! Come on! Let's go in! NO!!!" All the hundreds of people that were surrounding the cloud created a loud roar that blocked out the sounds of over passing helicopters. But even over that, DJ started to hear laughter. An evil laughter. DJ looked up behind him, and said, "Damn. Kiri! Look!"
Before Kiri looked, she pulled out a frying pan (that was pink, by the way), and smacked DJ's head.
"That's why you don't swear!"
"Oh, oh, oh......." No wonder G-G-Gregggggg'ssssssss s-s-spinning...."
Kiri looked to where DJ was pointing, and started to hear the laughter coming from the being on the hill. It was a familiar face, and Kiri gasped, "MALIK!"
Muses: Kiri: Okay. I loved the frying pan, and especially the leaving Greg in the street spinning, but why is my pan pink? DJ-Latios: Cause yer a girl. Kiri: Grrrrrrrr. Take this! *Frying pan* DJ-Latios: what I wrote about it hurting, w-w-w-w-w-w-w- Kiri: What Already? DJ-Latios: was an understatement AAAAAHHHH Kimmy: It feels so good not to be pacifist, I can hurt peoples now! DJ-Latios: __________ boo hoo Kimmy: that was for putting a SAUSAGE in Melanie's purse! DJ-Latios: S-S-Sorry? DJ-Latios: Now that I'm conscious again, Why did you spray paint yer frying pan? And before you wack me, give me ideas for who should die a bloody, horrible death in this story! Thanx 4 reading! Review, too.
Shadowless CH 1 Marik's trouble
"Come here, Marik!" Ishizu was staring at the small television in the Egyptian home.
"What now?" Marik was annoyed, having just sat down to his dinner.
"Come look what father's creation has done, now!"
"No! Another one!" On the TV display was a street in New York City. There was a cloud like shadow covering the entire street. As he said this, Marik threw his fist down on the table, and made the TV shake.
"Ishizu, what are we gonna do? We gotta stop him."
"Marik, are you sure you want to go near him? He may, you know."
"He has his own body and a free mind, now. Why would he want to risk not having those again?"
"I guess your right, but still. You've never been in the Shadow Realm without him inside you."
"Oh please. I can take it."
"Let's just wait for something more to happen."
"Wait? Wait for more? Ishizu! Ten people have already been lost in the Shadow Realm with no way to get out. You want to wait for more to be trapped?"
"What if you're trapped, Marik?"
Marik grumbled and swore under his breath.
"My cell phone! I'll be back. DJ ran through Times Square, in New York City, dodging three cars, and their driver's cusses. He reached his apartment, a block down, and fumbled with his keys. DJ was 14, and was desperately late for school.
"Watch it!"
"Sorry, miss." DJ started. "Something or other." DJ thought aloud as he dashed towards his door. Upon grabbing his phone, he noticed the TV was still blaring.
DJ gased, and quickly drew open his phone, and dialed as fast as he could, dropping his backpack, and his thought of being late.
"Kiri, Kiri, Kiri!!!!!!-"
"WHAT ALREADY!" Kiri's voice echoed throughout DJ's small and nearly empty apartment.
"I guess you aren't looking at the TV in Times Square, are you?!?!?!?!?"
"No, why?"
At this, DJ stared at the TV, and saw the library in the back of the screen, the image of a dark cloud of black fog still there.
"Don't you see the big cloud thingy?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Kiri's voice wasn't there, Greg had stolen the phone.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Greg's yelp had been even louder than Kiri's scream, and here was still a dull ringing.
"Lemmy guess. The frying pan of doom?" DJ asked lamely.
"Whoa, you are good." Kiri had a sarcastic tone that drove DJ away from the subject for a moment.
"Why is Gre-"
DJ stopped, he stared at the TV, and turned up the volume.
"Investigators have tried to study it from a far, but no science known to man can explain what this is." DJ changed the channel. "Again, this is a Fox News alert: Yet another one of these huge black clouds have appeared, this being the first in the United States, located in New York City. Experts tell fox news that there is still no explanation, but it is exactly like every other in different countries. Again, this is a Fo-" DJ stopped flipping channels, and remembered the reports of other ones. The most of these clouds were located in Egypt, and all other countries, including Japan, India, Russia, Scotland, and now the US all had just one.
"Whoa, DJ, where's the fire?" an middle age man named mister Smith was nearly knocked down by DJ. He was riding his bike down the flights of stairs, and straight through the door. He caught up to Kiri and Greg, who was still spinning.
"Forget school, Kiri, hop on. What, but I have a paper du-"
"School's closed."
"Why?"
"You know all those weirdo clouds appearing all over?"
"Yeah? Oh my G-" Kiri stopped. They had reached the street on which the dark cloud lingered.
"It's so big! Dang! Come on! Let's go in! NO!!!" All the hundreds of people that were surrounding the cloud created a loud roar that blocked out the sounds of over passing helicopters. But even over that, DJ started to hear laughter. An evil laughter. DJ looked up behind him, and said, "Damn. Kiri! Look!"
Before Kiri looked, she pulled out a frying pan (that was pink, by the way), and smacked DJ's head.
"That's why you don't swear!"
"Oh, oh, oh......." No wonder G-G-Gregggggg'ssssssss s-s-spinning...."
Kiri looked to where DJ was pointing, and started to hear the laughter coming from the being on the hill. It was a familiar face, and Kiri gasped, "MALIK!"
Muses: Kiri: Okay. I loved the frying pan, and especially the leaving Greg in the street spinning, but why is my pan pink? DJ-Latios: Cause yer a girl. Kiri: Grrrrrrrr. Take this! *Frying pan* DJ-Latios: what I wrote about it hurting, w-w-w-w-w-w-w- Kiri: What Already? DJ-Latios: was an understatement AAAAAHHHH Kimmy: It feels so good not to be pacifist, I can hurt peoples now! DJ-Latios: __________ boo hoo Kimmy: that was for putting a SAUSAGE in Melanie's purse! DJ-Latios: S-S-Sorry? DJ-Latios: Now that I'm conscious again, Why did you spray paint yer frying pan? And before you wack me, give me ideas for who should die a bloody, horrible death in this story! Thanx 4 reading! Review, too.