*Disclaimer* I is not loofa, and loofa = Takahashi.O.o
HELLO AGAIN LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! I am sooooooo sorry for not updating in a few MONTHS, and I don't have a very good excuse either. All you need to know is that this story will be finished before March, or at least have 25 chapters by then, if not more. Yesterday, I sat down on this site, and I read the entire story from beginning to end, and I have to say, I was hooked even by my own story, and I never really got the feeling that it was something I would write. I forgot it was mine, and started writing myself a review. O.o Well, I'm going to start writing Rurouni Kenshin fanfics soon, in fact, I have the first chapter of one of the most time-consuming fanfic projects ever for me. I'm rewriting ALL of a Shakespearian play, in modern terms, using the characters from Yugioh and RK as the characters in the play. It's really weird, the way all the characters relate to each other, but that one'll take me at least a year to finish. I'll work on this one as much as I can.O.o Well, to the story! *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Well, after that stunt of mine, needless to say, they threw me back into that cell again. I still couldn't believe what I had gotten into, as I scanned what would be two years of my new life in a few weeks. I remembered walking down that street for the millionth time, hearing that eerie voice that led me straight to Bakura, and then living in that musty, old house where I learned stuff about everyone around me that I was not pleased about hearing. Then I thought about moving in with Malik, in that log mansion I had called home for about a year. And then the thought of Yugi crept into my head, after remembering the day I got my laptop.
"You sick fucking minded freaks!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. I suddenly realized that the echo off the walls of the room did not increase my headache, but I noticed that my headache was no longer existent. I stood up, and I didn't feel wobbly, and I wondered how long I had really been in that room; long enough for me to heal, it seemed.
I decided to walk around the edges of the room, and find the door. As I walked, putting my hands up to the steel reinforced walls, I felt again, inside of me, that awful coldness that I feel when I handle a metal object. I wound my way around the room, and found the door all right. I felt it around the door, and found the lock, and examined it using my power. It was easy enough to unlock, too easy. I was thinking they probably had a bunch of guards around it on the other side of the thick metal door.
So I started thinking. Thinking about what Bakura had taught me over the years, thinking of something that Malik wouldn't expect, that I might be able to pull off. And then I remembered what Bakura had asked me the first day I discovered my talents.
"Have you ever done anything out of the ordinary when you were angry, or frightened?" And then I remembered, that night that I walked around after dark, when Bakura picked me up. I had left because my father again was violently drunk, and decided to use me as a punching bag. I remember getting punched in the face, and getting kicked repeatedly, and knowing there wasn't really anything I could do about it because he weighed about three times more then I did.
I remember a blast of white light; right after I thought about finally ending all this shit, and killing my old man, and I remember that I was pissed beyond hell. That light destroyed the living room, all the furniture, the wooden floors, everything. I remember him yelling something about the house getting struck by lightning AGAIN, and he left me alone long enough for me to get the hell out of that house. I started wondering if it was possible that I had done it, made that flash that destroyed my old house.
I turned around, and decided to try to hit the opposite wall from the door with whatever I could muster. I concentrated hard on everything that Malik had ever done to me and Bakura, leading us on like he was our friend, knocking out Bakura, and drugging him, drugging me, and slicing my hand open, and selling us to the Japanese government. Well, needless to say, I got super pissed. I started shaking with rage for that man who had destroyed my life, and Bakura's life, all for twenty lousy million. Standing there, I balled my fist, with my eyes tightly shut, flashing memories of that man through my head, until I couldn't take it anymore.
I yelled at the top of my lungs, my hands flaring out in front if me like I was going to lift something heavy, and a sudden wind swept across the room, making my T-shirt dance around my slender form, and then, a blast occurred that might have been the size of the moon had it had enough room to expand. All I remember is that I shot a light so bright out of my palms, I thought it would blind me, and the whispers that I always could hear were yelling in my ears at a definite roar, and my head was spinning with mixed thoughts of Malik, Bakura, and Yugi. I don't remember anything after that.
"What the hell did you do in there, you little bastard!?" Someone was shaking me awake, and I could tell right off I was not in that steel room anymore, because there was light where I was now, and I didn't get the chills that I did in that room.
Malik was shaking me, holding my shoulders much too tightly, but it did wake me up. I yelled, and pushed his hands off me, and sending him to the ground.
"You could have easily just undid the lock and busted out of that place, like I half expected you to, but no. You had to go and blow the whole damn building up you little fucking piece of shit! You killed everyone in that building. Everyone, except Bakura. Somehow, he made it, and I don't know how. But either way, you're responsible for the deaths of over three hundred people that worked in that damn lab!" Yelled Malik, as he rose to his feet, and approached me again.
I took this time to scan my setting. I was in an office or something, but it was huge, and there wasn't a table in it, just a few fake trees, a chair that I sat on, Malik, and myself.
"They all deserved what they got! Every single one of them! I don't care one little bit that I killed everyone in that lab, because they all worked for you, and in turn, had the same black heart! And I'd kill you right now if I could, don't you even think I wouldn't!" I yelled at him, meaning every single word I spoke. And I suddenly realized how much I had changed in the last two years. I remember telling Bakura that I would never kill someone, no matter what they did to me, and at that moment, I didn't feel any remorse over killing hundreds of people.
"I don't care if you killed me or not. The government has that stuff I made, and they know that it would kill you and Bakura, they just have to touch you with it. If you killed me, all they need do is dump it in the room they're keeping Bakura right now, and he'd die, and they'd do the same to you once they caught you. So go ahead and kill me, and don't even bother with saving Bakura." He said, a stony expression on his face as if he were really contemplating his own death. I was pissed at him, as I always was, and I was glad at the same time that I had actually omitted that blast that killed everyone, because then I could try doing it again. But now was not the time.
"And if I don't kill you, how do you plan on keeping me from escaping anyway? I mean, if I don't kill you, there would be no way to keep me in one place, because I can undo locks and demolish buildings. What would you do?" I asked him, with my head lowered, looking through my wild bangs at his expression.
"I would not worry about it. I've already been paid by the government, paid my 20 million for you and Bakura. I will tell you though that I do regret one thing. I regret the fact that I ever signed up to do any of this in the first place, because during my three-year undercover mission, I really did befriend Bakura. And, believe it or not, you. I knew about him for awhile, and I made the deal with the government after I found out about Bakura." He said, turning around to hide his face, and lowering his head at the same time.
"And then after I made that deal, him and I became friends. Good friends. Then I met you, that little scrawny kid that looked just like Bakura, with the same kind of power that he had. And after a few months, I realized that I was way in over my head concerning this deal. Millions of times, I wanted to tell Bakura what I was supposed to be doing, but I was always too afraid of what he might do to me when he figured out that I was supposed to be feeding info to the Japanese intelligence." He said finishing with a conclusive sigh. I could tell at once, that what he said wasn't a lie. When someone lies, I've come to realize, they're heart picks up speed in the slightest, and I can detect it. But instead, Malik's slowed down.
"Well, then you can help us once again." I said, flatly, just to see if he was again going to be a coward and leave us like be had done before. He turned around to look at me, and I could tell by looking at him that he was trying really hard not to start crying.
"There's nothing that I can do now. Bakura hates me, and I'm sure you do too. I'm just a coward, and all that got me was twenty million dollars." He said, and I thought for a minute.
"Well, maybe if you WEREN'T a coward, then you'd help me locate Bakura, and we could both get out of here, and you'd never have to tell anyone that you helped us." I said, and it made perfect sense to me.
"I'll tell you, on one condition. You take me with you." He said, his face lit up like he was a kid in a candy store. That super confused me.
"Why do you want to go with us?! So you can trick us again and get more cash!? Hell no!" I yelled, and he started explaining.
"No, I want to be part of that, um, what would you call it, group that we had before I messed everything up. I want everything to return to normal, like it was in that log cabin. And if Bakura doesn't like that idea, I want you to kill me. I've come to realize that the friendship that I held with the both of you is more important then cash, but I figured that out a little too late. If I help you get Bakura back, I want things to return to normal, or I want to die." I just stared at him. Damn, he was human after all. It made sense, because twenty friggen million dollars would be able to support us three outlaws for years and years. I stood out and stuck out my hand.
"It's your deal, and if you go back on it, I swear, I'll kill you in the most painful way I can think of." I said. He stepped toward me and shook my hand without hesitation. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
So, what do you think? Malik's teaming up with the Bakura's again, and in the next chapter, they devise a scheme to rescue Bakura from wherever the hell he is. I still haven't thought about where he is yet, but I will. So Malik's learned the meaning of friendship (everyone has to say "awww" here) and he's gonna break laws and bonds with the government for it again. Awesome. So tell me what you think, and I hope the people who said that they didn't want Malik as the bad guy are happy. Please R&R!
HELLO AGAIN LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! I am sooooooo sorry for not updating in a few MONTHS, and I don't have a very good excuse either. All you need to know is that this story will be finished before March, or at least have 25 chapters by then, if not more. Yesterday, I sat down on this site, and I read the entire story from beginning to end, and I have to say, I was hooked even by my own story, and I never really got the feeling that it was something I would write. I forgot it was mine, and started writing myself a review. O.o Well, I'm going to start writing Rurouni Kenshin fanfics soon, in fact, I have the first chapter of one of the most time-consuming fanfic projects ever for me. I'm rewriting ALL of a Shakespearian play, in modern terms, using the characters from Yugioh and RK as the characters in the play. It's really weird, the way all the characters relate to each other, but that one'll take me at least a year to finish. I'll work on this one as much as I can.O.o Well, to the story! *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Well, after that stunt of mine, needless to say, they threw me back into that cell again. I still couldn't believe what I had gotten into, as I scanned what would be two years of my new life in a few weeks. I remembered walking down that street for the millionth time, hearing that eerie voice that led me straight to Bakura, and then living in that musty, old house where I learned stuff about everyone around me that I was not pleased about hearing. Then I thought about moving in with Malik, in that log mansion I had called home for about a year. And then the thought of Yugi crept into my head, after remembering the day I got my laptop.
"You sick fucking minded freaks!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. I suddenly realized that the echo off the walls of the room did not increase my headache, but I noticed that my headache was no longer existent. I stood up, and I didn't feel wobbly, and I wondered how long I had really been in that room; long enough for me to heal, it seemed.
I decided to walk around the edges of the room, and find the door. As I walked, putting my hands up to the steel reinforced walls, I felt again, inside of me, that awful coldness that I feel when I handle a metal object. I wound my way around the room, and found the door all right. I felt it around the door, and found the lock, and examined it using my power. It was easy enough to unlock, too easy. I was thinking they probably had a bunch of guards around it on the other side of the thick metal door.
So I started thinking. Thinking about what Bakura had taught me over the years, thinking of something that Malik wouldn't expect, that I might be able to pull off. And then I remembered what Bakura had asked me the first day I discovered my talents.
"Have you ever done anything out of the ordinary when you were angry, or frightened?" And then I remembered, that night that I walked around after dark, when Bakura picked me up. I had left because my father again was violently drunk, and decided to use me as a punching bag. I remember getting punched in the face, and getting kicked repeatedly, and knowing there wasn't really anything I could do about it because he weighed about three times more then I did.
I remember a blast of white light; right after I thought about finally ending all this shit, and killing my old man, and I remember that I was pissed beyond hell. That light destroyed the living room, all the furniture, the wooden floors, everything. I remember him yelling something about the house getting struck by lightning AGAIN, and he left me alone long enough for me to get the hell out of that house. I started wondering if it was possible that I had done it, made that flash that destroyed my old house.
I turned around, and decided to try to hit the opposite wall from the door with whatever I could muster. I concentrated hard on everything that Malik had ever done to me and Bakura, leading us on like he was our friend, knocking out Bakura, and drugging him, drugging me, and slicing my hand open, and selling us to the Japanese government. Well, needless to say, I got super pissed. I started shaking with rage for that man who had destroyed my life, and Bakura's life, all for twenty lousy million. Standing there, I balled my fist, with my eyes tightly shut, flashing memories of that man through my head, until I couldn't take it anymore.
I yelled at the top of my lungs, my hands flaring out in front if me like I was going to lift something heavy, and a sudden wind swept across the room, making my T-shirt dance around my slender form, and then, a blast occurred that might have been the size of the moon had it had enough room to expand. All I remember is that I shot a light so bright out of my palms, I thought it would blind me, and the whispers that I always could hear were yelling in my ears at a definite roar, and my head was spinning with mixed thoughts of Malik, Bakura, and Yugi. I don't remember anything after that.
"What the hell did you do in there, you little bastard!?" Someone was shaking me awake, and I could tell right off I was not in that steel room anymore, because there was light where I was now, and I didn't get the chills that I did in that room.
Malik was shaking me, holding my shoulders much too tightly, but it did wake me up. I yelled, and pushed his hands off me, and sending him to the ground.
"You could have easily just undid the lock and busted out of that place, like I half expected you to, but no. You had to go and blow the whole damn building up you little fucking piece of shit! You killed everyone in that building. Everyone, except Bakura. Somehow, he made it, and I don't know how. But either way, you're responsible for the deaths of over three hundred people that worked in that damn lab!" Yelled Malik, as he rose to his feet, and approached me again.
I took this time to scan my setting. I was in an office or something, but it was huge, and there wasn't a table in it, just a few fake trees, a chair that I sat on, Malik, and myself.
"They all deserved what they got! Every single one of them! I don't care one little bit that I killed everyone in that lab, because they all worked for you, and in turn, had the same black heart! And I'd kill you right now if I could, don't you even think I wouldn't!" I yelled at him, meaning every single word I spoke. And I suddenly realized how much I had changed in the last two years. I remember telling Bakura that I would never kill someone, no matter what they did to me, and at that moment, I didn't feel any remorse over killing hundreds of people.
"I don't care if you killed me or not. The government has that stuff I made, and they know that it would kill you and Bakura, they just have to touch you with it. If you killed me, all they need do is dump it in the room they're keeping Bakura right now, and he'd die, and they'd do the same to you once they caught you. So go ahead and kill me, and don't even bother with saving Bakura." He said, a stony expression on his face as if he were really contemplating his own death. I was pissed at him, as I always was, and I was glad at the same time that I had actually omitted that blast that killed everyone, because then I could try doing it again. But now was not the time.
"And if I don't kill you, how do you plan on keeping me from escaping anyway? I mean, if I don't kill you, there would be no way to keep me in one place, because I can undo locks and demolish buildings. What would you do?" I asked him, with my head lowered, looking through my wild bangs at his expression.
"I would not worry about it. I've already been paid by the government, paid my 20 million for you and Bakura. I will tell you though that I do regret one thing. I regret the fact that I ever signed up to do any of this in the first place, because during my three-year undercover mission, I really did befriend Bakura. And, believe it or not, you. I knew about him for awhile, and I made the deal with the government after I found out about Bakura." He said, turning around to hide his face, and lowering his head at the same time.
"And then after I made that deal, him and I became friends. Good friends. Then I met you, that little scrawny kid that looked just like Bakura, with the same kind of power that he had. And after a few months, I realized that I was way in over my head concerning this deal. Millions of times, I wanted to tell Bakura what I was supposed to be doing, but I was always too afraid of what he might do to me when he figured out that I was supposed to be feeding info to the Japanese intelligence." He said finishing with a conclusive sigh. I could tell at once, that what he said wasn't a lie. When someone lies, I've come to realize, they're heart picks up speed in the slightest, and I can detect it. But instead, Malik's slowed down.
"Well, then you can help us once again." I said, flatly, just to see if he was again going to be a coward and leave us like be had done before. He turned around to look at me, and I could tell by looking at him that he was trying really hard not to start crying.
"There's nothing that I can do now. Bakura hates me, and I'm sure you do too. I'm just a coward, and all that got me was twenty million dollars." He said, and I thought for a minute.
"Well, maybe if you WEREN'T a coward, then you'd help me locate Bakura, and we could both get out of here, and you'd never have to tell anyone that you helped us." I said, and it made perfect sense to me.
"I'll tell you, on one condition. You take me with you." He said, his face lit up like he was a kid in a candy store. That super confused me.
"Why do you want to go with us?! So you can trick us again and get more cash!? Hell no!" I yelled, and he started explaining.
"No, I want to be part of that, um, what would you call it, group that we had before I messed everything up. I want everything to return to normal, like it was in that log cabin. And if Bakura doesn't like that idea, I want you to kill me. I've come to realize that the friendship that I held with the both of you is more important then cash, but I figured that out a little too late. If I help you get Bakura back, I want things to return to normal, or I want to die." I just stared at him. Damn, he was human after all. It made sense, because twenty friggen million dollars would be able to support us three outlaws for years and years. I stood out and stuck out my hand.
"It's your deal, and if you go back on it, I swear, I'll kill you in the most painful way I can think of." I said. He stepped toward me and shook my hand without hesitation. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
So, what do you think? Malik's teaming up with the Bakura's again, and in the next chapter, they devise a scheme to rescue Bakura from wherever the hell he is. I still haven't thought about where he is yet, but I will. So Malik's learned the meaning of friendship (everyone has to say "awww" here) and he's gonna break laws and bonds with the government for it again. Awesome. So tell me what you think, and I hope the people who said that they didn't want Malik as the bad guy are happy. Please R&R!