I'm With You
A/N: This is my second Yu-gi-oh fic and the bad part is I don't have all the information on the millenuim items and the rest of the series besides when they are at Dueler's isle when Seto is fighting for the right to be first. Umm.but after reading a ton, and I mean almost every single Tea and whatever fic, I think I can piece stuff together. ^^;;;;
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Chapter 2: It's You.
Clamoring, tiredly into the mansion house, the Yugioh gang looked about. Their baggage beside the respective owner. Mokuba was sleeping quietly in Seto's arms and Sara was talking in English to the man who had escorted them thus far.
Angel, Tenshi in other words, nodded and went into one room to look for the landlord, when the foyer suddenly exploded with a commotion.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!! SHE'S CRAZY!!!!!!!!!!!!!" a flash of pink and red-blonde flew past the group hiding behind a certain pschyotic member of the group that happened to be the possesser of a certain rod. Growling lgithly at the girl, a woman came out of the same room. Her body was lithe and soaking wet, a surly expression painted on her face, bubbles foaming on her hair, and her clothes clinging well to her noticible curves.
"BITCH!!! GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!!!! CHISATO!!!!" The woman yelled making a lunge for her. The girl began to move but was caught by the woman and both rolled into the door, the woman clutching the little girl tightly.
"Wh-What's with all the little birdies and stars?" the girl promptly named Chisato asked, captured unwillingly in the arms of the elder woman. The woman smiled, moving a light strawberry blonde wet strand out of the way as she nibbled on the tip of the little girl's earlobe.
"Well, that's what you see when you push your mother in the tub, little one." She told Chisato, her breath and nibbling tickling the girl making her cry out in laughter as she rubbed her hand. "Now what have I told you time and time again about not liking the clothes I choose for you?"
"Umm...Ma'am?" Yami started as the woman obviously ignored him turning to her daughter. The girl looked up in thought and put her hand cutely to her chin looking much like an ephermal angel to the others.
"That you own me for eternity, I will hardly ever get a choice till I am twenty, I will not wear what I please unless its to bed and lastly if I ever want to be seen by aznyone else besides you that I better go along with what you say or else you will terroize me and take me captive and put my body above a boiling pot of oil while doing a stupid totem pole indian dance telling the gods to send a boogie man monster and santa clause to come and eat me while saying over and over that I'm a bad little girl?" She asked brightly with a humongous feral smirk. The woman listened intently and nodded until she got to the ending.
"And?" She let the word hang off as the girl suddenly remembered th elast part.
"I am not to protest and gladly accept my stupid fate and forever know that I will always love you because you're my mama and you're my only mama and you brought me in this world and you can always take me out. Right?" The girl replied hopefully. The mother nodded and kissed her daughter on the ear sweetly.
"That's right. I knew there was a reason you were so smart!! Okay, now go get dressed, ya big furball." The girl nodded and went back to the room that she had exited. Standing up, the mother began to wring out her wet hair and clothes as modestly as she could.
"Um A-"She cut Yami off, pissing him off only slightly, as she turned towards all of them.
"By the looks of it, you guys are that foreigner group from Japan. Right?" She spoke to them kindly in fluent japanese. They nodded at her and she smiled grandly. "Well, It's nice to meet ya. I'm Terra Sullivan-Carter. Tenshi Carter is my fiancee and the little girl is my daughter Chisato. Just call me by Terra. I'm never formal unless need be, okay?" She told them, the japanese words escaping her mouth fast.
"I'm Yami Mutou and this is Yugi Mutou my little brother." He told her fondly. It had been decided a long time ago when the Yamis had started school that they were the look-a-like siblings of their aibous. It had been okay with most except with Bakura. You couldn't just say Bakura Bakura. That would sound too weird, so Bakura became Ryou's cousin. After shaking their hands she waited for the rest. Ryou stepped forward.
"Um...I am Ryou Bakura, and this is my cousin, Bakura Ryuuzaaki, next to him is my friend, Sara Irene. Do you speak English?" He took her hand in his and shook only slightly as did Sara with a warm smile. "Sara and I are from Britain and we speak it often." He told her.
"Of course I do!! Who wouldn't? The damned spanish fuckers that's who..grrrr...nevermind. Well,"She changed from english back to Japanese. She smiled warmly at the two and noticed they were more of the shy quiet types, well maybe except for girl's giggly fashion and then his cousin acted colder than hell towards her.
(A/N: I AM NOT A SPANISH OR MEXICAN HATER!!! BUT TALA [the charrie] IS!!! PLEASE FORGIVE ME AND NO OFFENSE MEANT!!!!!! THANK YOU!!!!)
"Hi, I'm Jouhouchi Katsuya. I'm wit' Yugi and Yami." He told her, shaking her hand in a firm grip. He was very loyal almost like a dog to her perspective. With a slight twinkle in her eye, she nodded and went over to the next persons.
"......Seto Kaiba and Mokuba Kaiba." The tall mysterious stranger with icey blue eyes that seemed to stare through her muttered darkly, however she wasn't phased. Then blinked. He said Kaiba didn't he? She stared at him, then reached out and pulled his long brown hair. His arm smacked her hand away from tugging his hair as she looked him up and down. "What is it?!"
".....wow." Was all she replied as she stared at him then snapped up at attention. "If you are so rich, why don't you get your own mansion to stay in?" She asked with wide open silver eyes. He blinked back and grumbled under his breathe. "I'm not complaining or anything, but if you have all that goddamned money than why are you staying here in my mansion?"
"My brother wants to stay with Yugi and the others, that's why." He muttered at the strange landlord. She nodded taking the answer without any sort of amazement. In all truths, she was just amused that he would choose to live in her huge mansion. Sighing, slightly she nodded.
"Well, good for you to be here, Mr. Personality." Terra muttered underneath her breath giving a fake smile towards him. Moving to the next person, she extended her hand to be met with a feminine one.
"I'm Anzu Masaki." The girl sounded a little different than that of the others. Hers was calmer and also seemed understanding. Smirking at her, she nodded and went over to the next few. They also looked like twins and seemed to be a bit more handsome than the midget or the dog, in fact, they were almost look-a-likes of the person that she hated the most.
"This is Marik, and I'm Malik Ishtar." The man told her in a smooth egyptian tone that made her shiver in voluntarily as she flinched at the mention of their last name. She shivered and froze, standing there. Her eyes dilated showing her fear. Seeing in his own eyes that neither remembered her, she calmed down and smiled.
"Well...hmm...You guys came from a long way and I bet your pretty tired. So, I'll assign rooms and then when you all wake up tell you the conditions of staying here and all." She told them. Looking up in thought, she finally got snapped out of her reverie when she made a decision. Smiling, she motioned for the group to follow her up the stairs.
Coming to stop in front of the corridor, she knocked on one door that had angels and devils all over it. The house looked so different either way you looked. Slowly the light came in through the morning light. Inside the room was a dark and light green room with two beds and masks of that could scare little children all over the walls. A girl stood there, her head tilted as she looked at all of the people looking at her and the landlord.
She wasn't much. Her hair was short to her shoulders, slightly a crimson-black in the black and two long strands that were streaked white. Her clothes were taunt and her pasty white face with black make-up showed a little concern on what may be happening.
"Umm...Terra, May I ask what you want?" The girl asked timidly with a sign of brightness shining through her somewhat pessmistic demeanor. Terra smiled and began to speak.
"Well, Jean, Would you mind having a roomate?" She asked. Anzu wondered who'd she choose. Terra looked at them as Jean replied no and waited fo rthe person to be picked. "Sara, this is your roomate Jean o'Malley and Jean this is Sara Irene. Have fun you two." She told them.
Anzu stared at the two. Maybe that was just bad luck for the two. After all, they looked almost completely opposites. Sara, lavender hair and blue eyes and all around intelligent unmessy seemingly person, while the other was a red/silver haired and green eyed and a gothic rocking messy person. Even more so was that Jean was Irish and Sara British, both their ultimate enemies hating each other.
She hoped that Terra had more sense than ever on who was the other's roomates. Walking to the door beside Sara's and Jean's, she pointed at Bakura and Yami. Turning towards the one across the hall, she gave that to Ryou and Yugi. Then the one next to them she gave to Jou and Seto. The ones next to both Seto's and Bakura's was hers and Mokuba's. Te pint-sized kid got the one next Yugi while Anzu settled for the one next to Kaiba's room.
'Yup, what a wonderful sense of picking roomates.' Anzu thought as she went into her room, glad she didn't have to share it with anyone.
Terra was about to leave the hall when she remembered that there was the two Ishtar boys left. Turning abruptly around to face the two, she glanced to see the last room avaible.
"Here ya go." She told them. Both nodded and entered, but before Marik could close the door, her hand shot out and caught the door. "I'm giving you both a warning. You ever go near my baby, Chisato, in any threatening manner besides playful, I will make sure that you will be tortured in any and every way I can think of before letting you die. Kapeesh?"
Marik stared at her as if she was a psycho, in which she sorta was, but he blinked and nodded just to get the annoying bitch away from him. Somehow she looked strikingly familiar. Her eyes were silver and her hair was a long black cherry color. Something about her seemed familiar but he dismissed it as nothing.
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Anzu sighed, climbing out of her bed for the umpteenth time that morning and walked out of the room. She needed something to do. Going down the stairs gingerly to not make any sound, she felt the ominous presence of someone near her.
Turning around abruptly, she met a cold eyed stare with frozen slightly maroon eyes. His pale face came into focus as she bumped into him. He growled in near protest at her and smirked as usual, not a very comforting one.
"Sh, You'll wake everyone else up, idiot." He whispered to her breathily and she groaned at him and began stalking towards the lounge to see what was on the tv. He followed her to the lounge then got some cards out. Flipping through some of the channels, she saw that A. Nothing was on, and B. she couldn't understand most of it.
"Great. Nothing on." She muttered darkly under her breath. Her pajamas clinging to her body as she stretched her arms behind her. Bakura quickly took note of this and took a quick glance at the girl then admonished himself for it.
Her eyes stared at nothing in particular as she patted down her pajamas of black with sparkly blue and silver tigers and dragons flowing down the silk with their kanjis written on it here and there. Sighing, she turned around to see what else there was to do.
Bakura was sitting on the floor behind the couch playing solitaire. Barely being able to play. For a five-thousand year old spirit, he caught onto numbers quickly but the words were in aanother language all together, but she could see what went where.
"Put the five onto the black six then take the jack over there and put it on the red queen and black king." She told him with utter confidence. She had always been excellent at card games that included no duel monsters or stats. She played all-sorts of the traditional games with the bicycle poker cards, her personal favorite having always been crazy eights. She could even beat Yugi in it.
"Shut up. I'll do whatever I like!!" He protested childishly. His moves were very limited and she was pretty good at the game even if the cards were in another language. Smiling, knowing she was right, Anzu watched him. Aggrivating as it was for him to have her command his moves, he knew that she was right. That was the only way to go.
"But unless you get a black ace, you won't win." She told him, the smile ever so evident in her tired chipper voice. The white-haired spirit growled at her and did the move that she recommended. Bakura turned around to face her and smirked confidently.
"I will win without that black ace coming up soon!! I'll show you mortal!!" He smugly remarked as things started to go smoothly in the game until he really badly needed a black ace. Anzu who had been watching the entire time, smirked in satisfaction. She had been ever so right!! Frustrated that he wouldn't be able to do anything, he slammed the deck down and began to shuffle the cards again.
"To-"
"If you say a word I'll send you ever so more to the shadow realm this second!!" He growled roughly under his breath at her teasing face and remarks. She was an idiot and she didn't know his ingenuis mind that well!!! Though, he knew and hated to admit, she was right.
"Are you going to play again?" She asked somewhat sleepily. He nodded for his reply, almost ignoring her presence in the room. "Hey, wanna play crazy eights with me?" She asked. He sat up stiffly. Crazy eights? He had been taught to play it by Ryou, but that was a little while ago and Ryou sucked at card games period.
Bakura remembered being taught how to play poker and played so well on his first try that Ryou had to do both of their homework for a week. He smiled at the memory and looked at the pansy ass girl, Anzu. He was going to teach her, that he was right for once.
"Let's play then." His voice gruffly returned and she nodded, getting up, her long legs taking her swiftly to wear he sat and sat across from him.
"Shuffle and pass." He nodded doing it. Then he caught himself!! He was doing it again!!!!! He growled to himself. He was becoming soft in his new life. Shuffling the cards and then passing them eight each, he put down a card from the top and the game began.
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"I hate you!! I hate you!! I hate you!!! I hate you!!!" He growled at her. She had won not only once but six times so far and they had betted. Since he betted six times, he had to do six things. A sort of truth and dare thing.
"Cry me a river, tomb robber and pay up your deeds." She grinned evilly. He gulped to himself. He hated her sooooo much. This was beyond humane!!!
"I am not coming out!!!" He told her through the door. She smiled to herself. First bet: The winner gets to cut the loser's hair wihtout any protest. His hair was now short, at least the back was. He still had the long hair near the front of his face and his obviously very spiky bangs but the longer hair was gone replaced with air.
"Oh, yes you are!!" She told him silently, opening the door to the bathroom. Getting in through the opening she could make with brute force, she held in her hands clothes.
Second Bet: Having to go get peircings. This he might've liked if it wasn't for the fact that the winner chose the place of the peircing, and the ring to put in it. He groaned. She'd probably choose soemthing gay for him. Why'd he have to keep on playing?! She smiled as she lifted him upwards onto the toilet, a feral grin pasted onto her cheeks.
Third Bet: Having the winner do your make-up. He groaned in more than mere anger but stupidity on his part. She had made the odd bets and he the even ones. Even he hated them now. She applied some wet eyeliner, telling him not blink. It itched him only slightly and he wanted so much to flinch. She pulled out some rogue and lightly applied it making him almost sneeze. Anzu sughed and studied his face for a minute.
The person staring back at her was very handsome with wonderful crimson eyes that shone with a special light yet seemed at the same time emotionless. Smiling to herself, she wondered if she really did just think that he was handsome. Shaking her head, she reminded herself it must just be the lost sleep.
Fourth Bet: Having the loser be your personal slave for a week. Now that was just a cruel bet that he had made but it was all he could have thought of when he was playing. He silently began to lament the way Ra likes to punish people. Sighing, he saw that she applying something else to his face.
Fifth Bet: Kiss the person the winner tells you to. He had ot commend her on her revengeful schemes. She was good at that and she had a fire he oculdn't help but admire. As they said, a moth to the flame.
Sixth bet: Loser had to cook Winner's meals every meal. The only thing about this one that he was glad for? The winner wasn't Jou. That would have been a similar hell for his cookign experience. Sighing as he felt Anzu getting ready to have her feet fall out from under her, he stood up and caught her. Resigning to his cruel punishment, she meekly asked to be taken to bed. He nodded to her and perched her in his arms like a bride.
Taking the steps silently, he felt the girl go limp and her breathing go heavier than usual. A slow rythmic breathing, one that could croon a child asleep as he neared her door. Opening it and closing it, he placed her on her bed, though her hands carressed his hair unconciously as she went into a deeper slumber leaving the spirit to blush.
He immediately left after that encounter and went into his room where the Pharoh slept. He growled only slightly at the room arrangements. Once he could, he was switching rooms to Malik's or even more Ryou's, or even maybe Anzu's. He grinned evilly and sighed putting the thought away and went over to his bed by the wall.
Their room was beautiful and it withheld wonderous designs and mystical pictures on the celing that she probably painted there. All sorts of crosses and ankhs covered the wall here and there as there was a mural of a woman on water on the ceiling. It seemed that the science fiction and religion was the main key for this room. The carpet was a bright silver blue, and the beds both in light colors. His a light silver and the pharoh's in lavender.
It would be the pharoh that would have to move out, he sighed and laid down on the comfortable comforter of his bed. Sinking into the endless warmth and fluffy feeling.
If only it had a certain someone on it. He grumbled to himself and got ready to have an uneasy sleep.
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Chisato smiled to herself. Her mother had briefly told her not to go near the blonde, dark skinned foreigners but to not disturb any of them. Her hair was dry now and she wore a light green skirt with white socks and a blue t-shirt. Somehow she looked disturbingly cute, and in all truth she was.
Her strawberry blonde hair spike up only slightly and her eyes were silverish and lavender. Specks of both colors mixing in her irises. Her cheeks brightened as she began to look through some of the rooms the new people had taken.
She grumbled under her breath as she felt her toe bump into soemthing making her trip. She was in the blonde dark skinned boys room and she knew that they would not take too kindly to her snooping about but she was curious!!! Who could blame her for that?! It wasn't her fault that she had her mother's curiousity!!!
Looking up, after dusting her clothes off, she saw a psycho stare at her from his position on the ground. Growling the boy smiled evilly. Chisato knew it was time to leave. She stared hard back at him and began to walk out of the room.
"What were you doing here?" His sharp voice outrang the silence. The small child froze and looked at him, tilting her head as if she didn't understand.
"Looking around." She answered barely audible to his ears. Chisato looked down afraid he was going to do what her mother often did to her. She didn't want to be chastised for her faults!!
"Come here." He commanded. She could tell that he was not one to be disobediant to. She came, playing a game all the while. She took a step closer and stood. "Closer." She came another step closer. Now she was testing his patience. Grumbling soemthing he couldn't really say infront of her, Marik, grabbed her and dragged her to in front of him. "Now what is your name?"
"Chi." He blinked. The girl had the same remarkable flair of pissing him off as the mother did, but also he seemed to see no fear come through her eyes. She was unafriad of him, even while testing his patience.
"The rest of it as well." He spit out. The little girl's eyes glared heavily at him. If looks could kill, hers was mentioning murder over and over.
"Chisato." He had to smile at her bravery. She was really having a death wish easily.
"Full name." He grunted out to her. She growled incoherently, her brash face harsh with him finding out her game. Sighing the girl nodded to herself.
"Chisato Anuksunnaamun Ammut-Ra Ishtar-Smith." She whispered and then put her tongue out at him. The Egyptian spirit stared at her. What in the nine hells?! In ways she did resemble his aibou and himself, but it couldn't be.
Until he remembered a certain incident and then he suddenly knew who the woman named Terra Sullivan was. He stared at the girl, who narrowed her eyes dangerously looking even more like Marik than he liked. Her slightly speckled irises turning to a light lavender in her anger.
"Is that all?" She asked. He looked at her strangely and nodded. It was a good thing his aibou kept the rod out of his range, otherwise there was going to be no more landlord and landlord's daughter. But could he kill the girl? It was one of the few people that never feared him. Rishid didn't and certainly Isis and Malik hadn't but this small girl should've when it was almost completely the opposite.
"Yes. Now leave before I do something I regret, Annuk." He called her with a short nickname form her two Egyptian middle names. The girl smiled grandly, her cheeks blossoming into flowers and her narrowed eyes becoming wider and going from darkened lavender to a bright silver with happiness. She nodded and bowed in goodbye and went out of the way she came in.
The only thing on Marik's mind was, 'Why don't I kill her?' And as he laid back down on his very comfortable dark lavender and blue bed, he knew suddenly over and over who the landlord was and he should've finished the job when he did back then.
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^-^ GOOD PROGRESSIVE CHAPTER!!! WHEEE!!!
Okay, Well. Malik Horror Picture show should be up soon. I'm getting a few things sorted out and then I'll be able to post it probably tonight. Um.....
Tala Smith/Terra Sullivan-Carter: [The character] happens to have a great dislike for Spanish and Mexicans because she was put out of a few jobs because of one. That's why she has such a huge grudge against most of them.
Chisato: I was originally going to name her Chalis Annuk Ra Ishtar- Smith, but I wasn't sure if that fit right so I decided later on after the whole first part got deleted, (GAH!!! I HAD TO RE-TYPE THAT!!!) to change her name, but her entrance was still the same. That and she seems to develop a small friendship with a certain psycho and Tala and his memories will be intorduced later on.
Jean: I think that there always needs to be a good gothic girl in most of my stories except for one-shots, and poems and such. Well, Jean is the possesser of the Sennen Shield or Millenium Sheild and she still doesn't understand the meaning of that. She thinks it's a charm from her father still...Hmm...I wonder when I can change her mind?
Sara: Her part is going ot be introduced probably next chapter when her and Ryou get the house alone or soemthing. So far polls say that Bakura/Anzu si the main coupling and so thus I'm trying not to focus on just the oc's though they all have a major part in it.
Angel: I hate him, though he is my Yami. -_-''''' He begged and begged to be in some sort of relationship with me and thus I have but there is a little surprise later on!! ^-^
Now what else is there to say? Hmm...I'm listening to those McDee's cds of Yugioh. Kaiba's is the best so far out his and Pegasus. Um...o.O Hmmmm...I'm ranting again.
Oh, and next chapter is going to be slightly funny since the conditions are weird. Hey my type of conditions but oh, well. Everyone'll deal!!
Well, like usual!!! PLEASE READ'N'REVIEW!!! LOVE TO ALL WHO DO!!!!
A/N: This is my second Yu-gi-oh fic and the bad part is I don't have all the information on the millenuim items and the rest of the series besides when they are at Dueler's isle when Seto is fighting for the right to be first. Umm.but after reading a ton, and I mean almost every single Tea and whatever fic, I think I can piece stuff together. ^^;;;;
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Chapter 2: It's You.
Clamoring, tiredly into the mansion house, the Yugioh gang looked about. Their baggage beside the respective owner. Mokuba was sleeping quietly in Seto's arms and Sara was talking in English to the man who had escorted them thus far.
Angel, Tenshi in other words, nodded and went into one room to look for the landlord, when the foyer suddenly exploded with a commotion.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!! SHE'S CRAZY!!!!!!!!!!!!!" a flash of pink and red-blonde flew past the group hiding behind a certain pschyotic member of the group that happened to be the possesser of a certain rod. Growling lgithly at the girl, a woman came out of the same room. Her body was lithe and soaking wet, a surly expression painted on her face, bubbles foaming on her hair, and her clothes clinging well to her noticible curves.
"BITCH!!! GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!!!! CHISATO!!!!" The woman yelled making a lunge for her. The girl began to move but was caught by the woman and both rolled into the door, the woman clutching the little girl tightly.
"Wh-What's with all the little birdies and stars?" the girl promptly named Chisato asked, captured unwillingly in the arms of the elder woman. The woman smiled, moving a light strawberry blonde wet strand out of the way as she nibbled on the tip of the little girl's earlobe.
"Well, that's what you see when you push your mother in the tub, little one." She told Chisato, her breath and nibbling tickling the girl making her cry out in laughter as she rubbed her hand. "Now what have I told you time and time again about not liking the clothes I choose for you?"
"Umm...Ma'am?" Yami started as the woman obviously ignored him turning to her daughter. The girl looked up in thought and put her hand cutely to her chin looking much like an ephermal angel to the others.
"That you own me for eternity, I will hardly ever get a choice till I am twenty, I will not wear what I please unless its to bed and lastly if I ever want to be seen by aznyone else besides you that I better go along with what you say or else you will terroize me and take me captive and put my body above a boiling pot of oil while doing a stupid totem pole indian dance telling the gods to send a boogie man monster and santa clause to come and eat me while saying over and over that I'm a bad little girl?" She asked brightly with a humongous feral smirk. The woman listened intently and nodded until she got to the ending.
"And?" She let the word hang off as the girl suddenly remembered th elast part.
"I am not to protest and gladly accept my stupid fate and forever know that I will always love you because you're my mama and you're my only mama and you brought me in this world and you can always take me out. Right?" The girl replied hopefully. The mother nodded and kissed her daughter on the ear sweetly.
"That's right. I knew there was a reason you were so smart!! Okay, now go get dressed, ya big furball." The girl nodded and went back to the room that she had exited. Standing up, the mother began to wring out her wet hair and clothes as modestly as she could.
"Um A-"She cut Yami off, pissing him off only slightly, as she turned towards all of them.
"By the looks of it, you guys are that foreigner group from Japan. Right?" She spoke to them kindly in fluent japanese. They nodded at her and she smiled grandly. "Well, It's nice to meet ya. I'm Terra Sullivan-Carter. Tenshi Carter is my fiancee and the little girl is my daughter Chisato. Just call me by Terra. I'm never formal unless need be, okay?" She told them, the japanese words escaping her mouth fast.
"I'm Yami Mutou and this is Yugi Mutou my little brother." He told her fondly. It had been decided a long time ago when the Yamis had started school that they were the look-a-like siblings of their aibous. It had been okay with most except with Bakura. You couldn't just say Bakura Bakura. That would sound too weird, so Bakura became Ryou's cousin. After shaking their hands she waited for the rest. Ryou stepped forward.
"Um...I am Ryou Bakura, and this is my cousin, Bakura Ryuuzaaki, next to him is my friend, Sara Irene. Do you speak English?" He took her hand in his and shook only slightly as did Sara with a warm smile. "Sara and I are from Britain and we speak it often." He told her.
"Of course I do!! Who wouldn't? The damned spanish fuckers that's who..grrrr...nevermind. Well,"She changed from english back to Japanese. She smiled warmly at the two and noticed they were more of the shy quiet types, well maybe except for girl's giggly fashion and then his cousin acted colder than hell towards her.
(A/N: I AM NOT A SPANISH OR MEXICAN HATER!!! BUT TALA [the charrie] IS!!! PLEASE FORGIVE ME AND NO OFFENSE MEANT!!!!!! THANK YOU!!!!)
"Hi, I'm Jouhouchi Katsuya. I'm wit' Yugi and Yami." He told her, shaking her hand in a firm grip. He was very loyal almost like a dog to her perspective. With a slight twinkle in her eye, she nodded and went over to the next persons.
"......Seto Kaiba and Mokuba Kaiba." The tall mysterious stranger with icey blue eyes that seemed to stare through her muttered darkly, however she wasn't phased. Then blinked. He said Kaiba didn't he? She stared at him, then reached out and pulled his long brown hair. His arm smacked her hand away from tugging his hair as she looked him up and down. "What is it?!"
".....wow." Was all she replied as she stared at him then snapped up at attention. "If you are so rich, why don't you get your own mansion to stay in?" She asked with wide open silver eyes. He blinked back and grumbled under his breathe. "I'm not complaining or anything, but if you have all that goddamned money than why are you staying here in my mansion?"
"My brother wants to stay with Yugi and the others, that's why." He muttered at the strange landlord. She nodded taking the answer without any sort of amazement. In all truths, she was just amused that he would choose to live in her huge mansion. Sighing, slightly she nodded.
"Well, good for you to be here, Mr. Personality." Terra muttered underneath her breath giving a fake smile towards him. Moving to the next person, she extended her hand to be met with a feminine one.
"I'm Anzu Masaki." The girl sounded a little different than that of the others. Hers was calmer and also seemed understanding. Smirking at her, she nodded and went over to the next few. They also looked like twins and seemed to be a bit more handsome than the midget or the dog, in fact, they were almost look-a-likes of the person that she hated the most.
"This is Marik, and I'm Malik Ishtar." The man told her in a smooth egyptian tone that made her shiver in voluntarily as she flinched at the mention of their last name. She shivered and froze, standing there. Her eyes dilated showing her fear. Seeing in his own eyes that neither remembered her, she calmed down and smiled.
"Well...hmm...You guys came from a long way and I bet your pretty tired. So, I'll assign rooms and then when you all wake up tell you the conditions of staying here and all." She told them. Looking up in thought, she finally got snapped out of her reverie when she made a decision. Smiling, she motioned for the group to follow her up the stairs.
Coming to stop in front of the corridor, she knocked on one door that had angels and devils all over it. The house looked so different either way you looked. Slowly the light came in through the morning light. Inside the room was a dark and light green room with two beds and masks of that could scare little children all over the walls. A girl stood there, her head tilted as she looked at all of the people looking at her and the landlord.
She wasn't much. Her hair was short to her shoulders, slightly a crimson-black in the black and two long strands that were streaked white. Her clothes were taunt and her pasty white face with black make-up showed a little concern on what may be happening.
"Umm...Terra, May I ask what you want?" The girl asked timidly with a sign of brightness shining through her somewhat pessmistic demeanor. Terra smiled and began to speak.
"Well, Jean, Would you mind having a roomate?" She asked. Anzu wondered who'd she choose. Terra looked at them as Jean replied no and waited fo rthe person to be picked. "Sara, this is your roomate Jean o'Malley and Jean this is Sara Irene. Have fun you two." She told them.
Anzu stared at the two. Maybe that was just bad luck for the two. After all, they looked almost completely opposites. Sara, lavender hair and blue eyes and all around intelligent unmessy seemingly person, while the other was a red/silver haired and green eyed and a gothic rocking messy person. Even more so was that Jean was Irish and Sara British, both their ultimate enemies hating each other.
She hoped that Terra had more sense than ever on who was the other's roomates. Walking to the door beside Sara's and Jean's, she pointed at Bakura and Yami. Turning towards the one across the hall, she gave that to Ryou and Yugi. Then the one next to them she gave to Jou and Seto. The ones next to both Seto's and Bakura's was hers and Mokuba's. Te pint-sized kid got the one next Yugi while Anzu settled for the one next to Kaiba's room.
'Yup, what a wonderful sense of picking roomates.' Anzu thought as she went into her room, glad she didn't have to share it with anyone.
Terra was about to leave the hall when she remembered that there was the two Ishtar boys left. Turning abruptly around to face the two, she glanced to see the last room avaible.
"Here ya go." She told them. Both nodded and entered, but before Marik could close the door, her hand shot out and caught the door. "I'm giving you both a warning. You ever go near my baby, Chisato, in any threatening manner besides playful, I will make sure that you will be tortured in any and every way I can think of before letting you die. Kapeesh?"
Marik stared at her as if she was a psycho, in which she sorta was, but he blinked and nodded just to get the annoying bitch away from him. Somehow she looked strikingly familiar. Her eyes were silver and her hair was a long black cherry color. Something about her seemed familiar but he dismissed it as nothing.
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Anzu sighed, climbing out of her bed for the umpteenth time that morning and walked out of the room. She needed something to do. Going down the stairs gingerly to not make any sound, she felt the ominous presence of someone near her.
Turning around abruptly, she met a cold eyed stare with frozen slightly maroon eyes. His pale face came into focus as she bumped into him. He growled in near protest at her and smirked as usual, not a very comforting one.
"Sh, You'll wake everyone else up, idiot." He whispered to her breathily and she groaned at him and began stalking towards the lounge to see what was on the tv. He followed her to the lounge then got some cards out. Flipping through some of the channels, she saw that A. Nothing was on, and B. she couldn't understand most of it.
"Great. Nothing on." She muttered darkly under her breath. Her pajamas clinging to her body as she stretched her arms behind her. Bakura quickly took note of this and took a quick glance at the girl then admonished himself for it.
Her eyes stared at nothing in particular as she patted down her pajamas of black with sparkly blue and silver tigers and dragons flowing down the silk with their kanjis written on it here and there. Sighing, she turned around to see what else there was to do.
Bakura was sitting on the floor behind the couch playing solitaire. Barely being able to play. For a five-thousand year old spirit, he caught onto numbers quickly but the words were in aanother language all together, but she could see what went where.
"Put the five onto the black six then take the jack over there and put it on the red queen and black king." She told him with utter confidence. She had always been excellent at card games that included no duel monsters or stats. She played all-sorts of the traditional games with the bicycle poker cards, her personal favorite having always been crazy eights. She could even beat Yugi in it.
"Shut up. I'll do whatever I like!!" He protested childishly. His moves were very limited and she was pretty good at the game even if the cards were in another language. Smiling, knowing she was right, Anzu watched him. Aggrivating as it was for him to have her command his moves, he knew that she was right. That was the only way to go.
"But unless you get a black ace, you won't win." She told him, the smile ever so evident in her tired chipper voice. The white-haired spirit growled at her and did the move that she recommended. Bakura turned around to face her and smirked confidently.
"I will win without that black ace coming up soon!! I'll show you mortal!!" He smugly remarked as things started to go smoothly in the game until he really badly needed a black ace. Anzu who had been watching the entire time, smirked in satisfaction. She had been ever so right!! Frustrated that he wouldn't be able to do anything, he slammed the deck down and began to shuffle the cards again.
"To-"
"If you say a word I'll send you ever so more to the shadow realm this second!!" He growled roughly under his breath at her teasing face and remarks. She was an idiot and she didn't know his ingenuis mind that well!!! Though, he knew and hated to admit, she was right.
"Are you going to play again?" She asked somewhat sleepily. He nodded for his reply, almost ignoring her presence in the room. "Hey, wanna play crazy eights with me?" She asked. He sat up stiffly. Crazy eights? He had been taught to play it by Ryou, but that was a little while ago and Ryou sucked at card games period.
Bakura remembered being taught how to play poker and played so well on his first try that Ryou had to do both of their homework for a week. He smiled at the memory and looked at the pansy ass girl, Anzu. He was going to teach her, that he was right for once.
"Let's play then." His voice gruffly returned and she nodded, getting up, her long legs taking her swiftly to wear he sat and sat across from him.
"Shuffle and pass." He nodded doing it. Then he caught himself!! He was doing it again!!!!! He growled to himself. He was becoming soft in his new life. Shuffling the cards and then passing them eight each, he put down a card from the top and the game began.
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"I hate you!! I hate you!! I hate you!!! I hate you!!!" He growled at her. She had won not only once but six times so far and they had betted. Since he betted six times, he had to do six things. A sort of truth and dare thing.
"Cry me a river, tomb robber and pay up your deeds." She grinned evilly. He gulped to himself. He hated her sooooo much. This was beyond humane!!!
"I am not coming out!!!" He told her through the door. She smiled to herself. First bet: The winner gets to cut the loser's hair wihtout any protest. His hair was now short, at least the back was. He still had the long hair near the front of his face and his obviously very spiky bangs but the longer hair was gone replaced with air.
"Oh, yes you are!!" She told him silently, opening the door to the bathroom. Getting in through the opening she could make with brute force, she held in her hands clothes.
Second Bet: Having to go get peircings. This he might've liked if it wasn't for the fact that the winner chose the place of the peircing, and the ring to put in it. He groaned. She'd probably choose soemthing gay for him. Why'd he have to keep on playing?! She smiled as she lifted him upwards onto the toilet, a feral grin pasted onto her cheeks.
Third Bet: Having the winner do your make-up. He groaned in more than mere anger but stupidity on his part. She had made the odd bets and he the even ones. Even he hated them now. She applied some wet eyeliner, telling him not blink. It itched him only slightly and he wanted so much to flinch. She pulled out some rogue and lightly applied it making him almost sneeze. Anzu sughed and studied his face for a minute.
The person staring back at her was very handsome with wonderful crimson eyes that shone with a special light yet seemed at the same time emotionless. Smiling to herself, she wondered if she really did just think that he was handsome. Shaking her head, she reminded herself it must just be the lost sleep.
Fourth Bet: Having the loser be your personal slave for a week. Now that was just a cruel bet that he had made but it was all he could have thought of when he was playing. He silently began to lament the way Ra likes to punish people. Sighing, he saw that she applying something else to his face.
Fifth Bet: Kiss the person the winner tells you to. He had ot commend her on her revengeful schemes. She was good at that and she had a fire he oculdn't help but admire. As they said, a moth to the flame.
Sixth bet: Loser had to cook Winner's meals every meal. The only thing about this one that he was glad for? The winner wasn't Jou. That would have been a similar hell for his cookign experience. Sighing as he felt Anzu getting ready to have her feet fall out from under her, he stood up and caught her. Resigning to his cruel punishment, she meekly asked to be taken to bed. He nodded to her and perched her in his arms like a bride.
Taking the steps silently, he felt the girl go limp and her breathing go heavier than usual. A slow rythmic breathing, one that could croon a child asleep as he neared her door. Opening it and closing it, he placed her on her bed, though her hands carressed his hair unconciously as she went into a deeper slumber leaving the spirit to blush.
He immediately left after that encounter and went into his room where the Pharoh slept. He growled only slightly at the room arrangements. Once he could, he was switching rooms to Malik's or even more Ryou's, or even maybe Anzu's. He grinned evilly and sighed putting the thought away and went over to his bed by the wall.
Their room was beautiful and it withheld wonderous designs and mystical pictures on the celing that she probably painted there. All sorts of crosses and ankhs covered the wall here and there as there was a mural of a woman on water on the ceiling. It seemed that the science fiction and religion was the main key for this room. The carpet was a bright silver blue, and the beds both in light colors. His a light silver and the pharoh's in lavender.
It would be the pharoh that would have to move out, he sighed and laid down on the comfortable comforter of his bed. Sinking into the endless warmth and fluffy feeling.
If only it had a certain someone on it. He grumbled to himself and got ready to have an uneasy sleep.
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Chisato smiled to herself. Her mother had briefly told her not to go near the blonde, dark skinned foreigners but to not disturb any of them. Her hair was dry now and she wore a light green skirt with white socks and a blue t-shirt. Somehow she looked disturbingly cute, and in all truth she was.
Her strawberry blonde hair spike up only slightly and her eyes were silverish and lavender. Specks of both colors mixing in her irises. Her cheeks brightened as she began to look through some of the rooms the new people had taken.
She grumbled under her breath as she felt her toe bump into soemthing making her trip. She was in the blonde dark skinned boys room and she knew that they would not take too kindly to her snooping about but she was curious!!! Who could blame her for that?! It wasn't her fault that she had her mother's curiousity!!!
Looking up, after dusting her clothes off, she saw a psycho stare at her from his position on the ground. Growling the boy smiled evilly. Chisato knew it was time to leave. She stared hard back at him and began to walk out of the room.
"What were you doing here?" His sharp voice outrang the silence. The small child froze and looked at him, tilting her head as if she didn't understand.
"Looking around." She answered barely audible to his ears. Chisato looked down afraid he was going to do what her mother often did to her. She didn't want to be chastised for her faults!!
"Come here." He commanded. She could tell that he was not one to be disobediant to. She came, playing a game all the while. She took a step closer and stood. "Closer." She came another step closer. Now she was testing his patience. Grumbling soemthing he couldn't really say infront of her, Marik, grabbed her and dragged her to in front of him. "Now what is your name?"
"Chi." He blinked. The girl had the same remarkable flair of pissing him off as the mother did, but also he seemed to see no fear come through her eyes. She was unafriad of him, even while testing his patience.
"The rest of it as well." He spit out. The little girl's eyes glared heavily at him. If looks could kill, hers was mentioning murder over and over.
"Chisato." He had to smile at her bravery. She was really having a death wish easily.
"Full name." He grunted out to her. She growled incoherently, her brash face harsh with him finding out her game. Sighing the girl nodded to herself.
"Chisato Anuksunnaamun Ammut-Ra Ishtar-Smith." She whispered and then put her tongue out at him. The Egyptian spirit stared at her. What in the nine hells?! In ways she did resemble his aibou and himself, but it couldn't be.
Until he remembered a certain incident and then he suddenly knew who the woman named Terra Sullivan was. He stared at the girl, who narrowed her eyes dangerously looking even more like Marik than he liked. Her slightly speckled irises turning to a light lavender in her anger.
"Is that all?" She asked. He looked at her strangely and nodded. It was a good thing his aibou kept the rod out of his range, otherwise there was going to be no more landlord and landlord's daughter. But could he kill the girl? It was one of the few people that never feared him. Rishid didn't and certainly Isis and Malik hadn't but this small girl should've when it was almost completely the opposite.
"Yes. Now leave before I do something I regret, Annuk." He called her with a short nickname form her two Egyptian middle names. The girl smiled grandly, her cheeks blossoming into flowers and her narrowed eyes becoming wider and going from darkened lavender to a bright silver with happiness. She nodded and bowed in goodbye and went out of the way she came in.
The only thing on Marik's mind was, 'Why don't I kill her?' And as he laid back down on his very comfortable dark lavender and blue bed, he knew suddenly over and over who the landlord was and he should've finished the job when he did back then.
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^-^ GOOD PROGRESSIVE CHAPTER!!! WHEEE!!!
Okay, Well. Malik Horror Picture show should be up soon. I'm getting a few things sorted out and then I'll be able to post it probably tonight. Um.....
Tala Smith/Terra Sullivan-Carter: [The character] happens to have a great dislike for Spanish and Mexicans because she was put out of a few jobs because of one. That's why she has such a huge grudge against most of them.
Chisato: I was originally going to name her Chalis Annuk Ra Ishtar- Smith, but I wasn't sure if that fit right so I decided later on after the whole first part got deleted, (GAH!!! I HAD TO RE-TYPE THAT!!!) to change her name, but her entrance was still the same. That and she seems to develop a small friendship with a certain psycho and Tala and his memories will be intorduced later on.
Jean: I think that there always needs to be a good gothic girl in most of my stories except for one-shots, and poems and such. Well, Jean is the possesser of the Sennen Shield or Millenium Sheild and she still doesn't understand the meaning of that. She thinks it's a charm from her father still...Hmm...I wonder when I can change her mind?
Sara: Her part is going ot be introduced probably next chapter when her and Ryou get the house alone or soemthing. So far polls say that Bakura/Anzu si the main coupling and so thus I'm trying not to focus on just the oc's though they all have a major part in it.
Angel: I hate him, though he is my Yami. -_-''''' He begged and begged to be in some sort of relationship with me and thus I have but there is a little surprise later on!! ^-^
Now what else is there to say? Hmm...I'm listening to those McDee's cds of Yugioh. Kaiba's is the best so far out his and Pegasus. Um...o.O Hmmmm...I'm ranting again.
Oh, and next chapter is going to be slightly funny since the conditions are weird. Hey my type of conditions but oh, well. Everyone'll deal!!
Well, like usual!!! PLEASE READ'N'REVIEW!!! LOVE TO ALL WHO DO!!!!