(Co-written by Tora-kun Disclaimer: We do not know Yu-gi-Oh... is it needed to say that every time?)
A week of painful school had dragged by slowly and it was finally Friday. Malik was forced by his sister to be enrolled into Domino High school, because she wanted him to do something more than sit around. Along with him, he was sitting in the classroom with Ryou, Yugi, Seto and Chikara; as well as Joey, Tristan, Téa and a dozen other students. They were all sitting in English class, all glad that the teacher had stopped talking.
"This must be the most boring class on earth, I tell ya." groaned Joey as stretched. "Man, the only things I look forward to here are lunch and the last bell."
Tristan agreed but the others just gave the two strange looks.
"What?" they asked in unison.
"Typical." said Téa, rolling her eyes. "Why am I not surprised all of the sudden."
"Well, look who's talking, miss goody two-shoes." growled Joey. "You're just a born teacher's pet."
Téa narrowed her eyes. "I am not, Joey Wheeler!"
Yugi shook his head at the arguing and glanced around the classroom. He spotted Kanaye taking short glances back at the group. It was mostly directed at Seto, Ryou, and Chikara and it was starting to worry Yugi slightly. He felt a chill run down his spine when he made eye contact with Kanaye. It was like he was watching them all. Not Joey, Tristan, Malik or Téa; just those four.
'I wonder what the matter with him is,' he thought to himself silently, looking back at his notebook. 'He usually keeps to himself and doesn't look so... I guess suspicious.'
The bell rung for lunch and most of the students ran out of the classroom, mainly Joey and Tristan. The rest of the group made their way to the cafeteria at their own time and somewhat sat within the same group of tables.
"Hey Kaiba." Called out Joey. "What are you sitting here for, eh?"
"Look, Wheeler. I'm only sitting here because Chikara asked me to. Now go back to stuffing your face and do it quietly. You are disgusting me." Snapped Kaiba.
"Whatever you say, Kaiba-boy." Taunted Joey.
Seto winced at that horrible pet name and continued to eat his lunch like any other person. The group started talking about how their classes were going and other chatter, while Malik, Seto and Chikara remained quiet. Malik side-glanced at Chikara. She had her chin resting on her hand as her elbow was propped up on the lunch room table and chewed up a pen lazily, staring into space; strands of her dark purple hair over her face.
"You're doing that too much." Said Seto as he nudged her elbow.
Chikara blinked and looked at him out of the corner of her eye, holding the pen still in her mouth.
"It's a bad habit. Something wrong?" Asked Seto.
Chikara swung the pen in her mouth and went back to staring at the table. "It's fine."
All at once, something eerie crept up to Malik's, Yugi's, Ryou's and Chikara's consciousnesses. Chikara's pen fell out of her mouth and the group went quiet, looking at the four. Ryou nudged Malik and whispered to him.
"Did you feel that?" he asked quietly.
Malik nodded and looked around cautiously with his eyes, not moving another muscle. He didn't find anything too strange but he saw Kanaye watching them in secret then ducking out of the cafeteria.
"Hel-lo. Earth to Yugi, Ryou, Malik, Chikara……… one of you." Said Joey as he poked the closest people to him; Ryou and Yugi.
Ryou sweatdropped and rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry about that, Joey. My mind was somewhere else, if you know what I mean."
"Uh... huh. I suppose the other three were day dreamin as well." said Joey, giving Ryou a skeptical look.
Yugi scratched the side of his face nervously. "Oh, Ryou. You were telling us about what we all could do this evening."
"Ah yes. I got sidetracked, sorry." Apologized Ryou. "As I was saying before, why don't you all come to my house this evening and we could all just hang out, I suppose. We could just play games or sit and chat. I'm sure yami won't mind, even if you brought your own yamis with you."
Malik laughed nervously and thought about his own yami. "A...heh... I'm sure that he'll be thrilled..."
"What about you, Kai-ba?" Asked Joey in an annoying voice. "Is your master going to make you hang out with us?"
He shrank back slightly as he got two icy glares shot at him; one each from Seto and Chikara. "Man, you two were made for each other. You both are as mean as bull dogs."
Chikara rolled her eyes and stuck her pen back in her mouth. "Whatever..."
"... You know that was on the caf table." Noted Joey.
"... What's your point-Oh..." Chikara took the pen out of her mouth and made a face of disgust.
Most of the group snickered, expect for Malik and Seto. Malik stared down at his uneaten lunch in deep thought. He blinked and shot a glare at Joey and Tristan when two balls of paper hit him in the head. The two boys put up their hands defensively.
"Don't look so glum, Malik." Tristan said nervously, shoving Joey into his view. "It was his idea."
"Hey!" Protested Joey. "You traitor!"
Seto shook his head. "Acting like two year olds..."
"So... do we agree with Ryou's idea?" Asked Yugi, trying to change the subject.
The group more or less agreed to the idea and wandered off on their own ways to spend their own time on the remainder of the lunch hour. The school day seemed to drag on almost endlessly as Ryou, Yugi, Malik and Chikara felt quite distracted by the odd occurrence from lunch.
"See you at your house after dinner, Ryou." Said Yugi as he waved and started to walk home.
The others said their temporary goodbyes and went on their own ways to get home. Kanaye had heard the short conversation and started walking off of the school grounds himself, keeping his head down and his eyes shadowed by his hair.
He walked a few blocks until he reached a small street and entered a large apartment building, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a key. After going up a couple flights of stairs Kanaye used it, unlocking the door to his apartment and slinking in suspiciously. He looked around and saw no one, but he wasn't really surprised. His parents wouldn't be home, they both worked quite late.
Kanaye dropped his bag and his keys on the coffee table and went back into the kitchen where a note on the fridge told him that he should make a TV dinner if he was hungry. Sighing, he opened the fridge and grabbed a can of soda, walking back into the living room and into his own bedroom.
His room was still almost completely in boxes, but he had put up shelves everywhere and most of them were stacked neatly with interesting things. The most interesting thing, however, was hung neatly over his desk-- The stolen mirror. He sat down, looking up at it a bit shyly, as if it were a camera, and then trying on a smile. He messed with his hair with one hand, a useless gesture that just left it exactly the same. Then Kanaye stood, leaning closer to the mirror.
For a moment everything was normal. But then Kanaye noticed a strange darkness in the background of the mirror's reflection. It began to get darker and soon he was looking at his own completely unchanged reflection against a pure black background.
To anyone that would have been watching him, there was no physical change. But at some moment, what was beneath the skin became completely different.
He closed his eyes and a wide grin spread across his face.
"This definitely feels better," Badru, who was now in control of that body, mumbled to himself, crushing the can in his hand and enjoying the feeling of the cold, bubbly liquid sliding down his hand. "Very... very very much better," he repeated, dropping the can, licking the soda off his hand and making an approving little "Mmm."
He stood from the chair and looked around the room, eyeing the things that surrounded him. Then he looked down, and had to force himself not to scream. His cloak was gone..! He had had more things in that cloak than were in this whole room, and he wanted them back.
He made a weird, somewhat angry sounding noise and slammed his elbow into the wall, making a few things shake and at least one or two fall to the ground. Then, looking at the falling objects he noticed the mirror.
"At least something of mine isn't gone," he said to himself, looking at it. But instead of being shiny and reflective, it was completely black and clouded. Grinning a bit, he touched the surface of the glass and watched a movement reminiscent of rippling water spread across it.
"Where are the others now..." he said, remembering what he had thought of while he had been imprisoned in the same mirror he was looking at. Maybe he could get his revenge... And he would definitely enjoy it.
The golden snakes curled around the sides glowed dangerously, and the black clouding in the glass faded, showing a small scene as if through a window. Badru squinted, taking in the scene. There were quite a few people hanging around, talking and mostly looking happy. His eyes darted from person to person, seeing a few he didn't recognize, and quite a few he did. He looked over the familiar faces of the pharaoh, Sanura and Bakura. Then he paused, staring at Bakura, and the glass focused in on him just like a camera.
Badru remembered the way Bakura had treated him, and he was more than ready to start his slight spree of insanity with the mind of the tomb robber. Touching the mirror again, this time with only one finger, he muttered something quietly in Egyptian then stepped back to watch what kind of chaos the spell of the mirror would cause.
Bakura leaned back on a wooden chair in the kitchen, cringing from the laughter coming from the living room. "Damn Ryou. I would rather be out, torturing people's worthless souls."
Malik shook his head slowly. "You do that no matter what, Bakura."
Malik's darker half, Marik, was sitting in another chair, staring at the ceiling boredly. "This bites… I could be killing people but noooo… my aibou convinced me this would be interesting."
"Damn it, yami, I'm not having any fun either." Sighed Malik as he went to the refrigerator for another soda. "Anyone else want one?"
"If it has liquor, I'll drink anything." Muttered Bakura.
Malik shrugged and started rummaging through the fridge. Bakura sighed and mumbled Egyptian curse words under his breath then felt an unbearable pain in his left arm. He clutched his arm tightly and yelled an extremely loud string of curse words as he fell out of his chair, feeling his arm burn horribly.
"And that cuts your life points in-" Joey was cut off by the screaming. "...Half..."
The group in the living room all turned their attention towards the kitchen and heard yelling and many crashes.
"GET OFF OF ME!" Marik yelled, pinned down by Bakura and getting choked by his throat.
The pupils of Bakura's eyes had shrunk considerably and he slammed the back of Marik's head into the kitchen floor. "Shut up!"
"Hey, you two! Cut it out, Ra damn it all!" yelled Malik as he dropped the soda cans on the floor. "You two try to kill each other too much! Stop it! It isn't funny!"
Marik desperately tried to pry Bakura's death hold off of his neck. "Get him... OFF!"
Malik's eyes widened as he witnessed his darker half being suffocated. "Ryou! Damn it; get your ass in here! Get your yami!"
"I'm going to kill you, you worthless bastard! You're going to die right here and NOW!" hissed Bakura as he started tightening his grip.
Malik tried to pull Bakura away but got the killing attention turned to himself. "Bakura calm down-... Bakura NO-ARGH!"
Bakura latched his death grip on Malik's throat with one hand and grabbed a long sharp knife from the kitchen counter. Marik was coughing like crazy to get his breath back when Ryou ran into the kitchen.
"Yami! Stop it! What the bloody hell are you doing!?" Yelled Ryou, in utter shock. "You're going to hurt them!"
Bakura turned and looked at Ryou with a spine-chilling insane smirk. "That's the idea, dearest aibou of mine! Perhaps you would like to go FIRST!"
Bakura pushed Malik down to the floor and advanced towards his aibou, licking the blade of the knife slowly and insanely. "It'll only hurt for a moment; Ryou... then it'll be all over... Unless I decide to torture you to shreds!"
"Yami? What's wrong?! Someone help us here!" said Ryou as he quickly glanced back towards the living room.
When he looked back, his yami was right in his face and turning the knife slowly. Ryou gasped sharply as he felt his throat being constricted by Bakura's death grip and the knife slowly being brought towards his chest. At that time, Bakura was laughing psychotically when Yugi and the others skidded to a stop in the doorway of the kitchen.
"Oh boy..." Gulped Joey. "We're in trouble."
Yami narrowed his eyes and hid Yugi behind him. "What is the meaning of this tomb robber?"
Bakura didn't answer. He was enjoying the fact that his hikari was suffocating slowly and was dying in his hands.
"Tomb robber!" Growled Yami. "Stop this right now! You are going to kill him!"
Bakura just laughed in reply to Yami's so called threat and continued to inch the knife closer to Ryou's chest. Suddenly, a pair of arms grabbed his arms and Bakura missed his target, slicing the knife across Ryou's upper arm. Ryou fell back from the sudden retaliation of Malik and put one hand to his neck, breathing heavily.
"What's the matter with him?!" asked Ryou, starting to panic as he glanced at the gash on his arm.
Bakura swung around violently, trying to get loose to resume his killing. "You pathetic mortal! Ahaha! You can't do anything to me! You cannot stop me!"
Malik's grip fell short of holding the insane tomb robber at bay when he stumbled and fell back, holding Bakura's ripped shirt in his hands. Bakura dismissed his shirtless delay and was about to attack Ryou again, only to be strongly tackled by Marik and pinned to the ground.
"One of you gawking idiots help me!" Hissed Marik as he pinned Bakura's hands behind his back and slid the knife across the floor.
Seto, convincing himself to help, and Yami ran into the kitchen and held Bakura's head and legs down. Something caught Marik's eye on one of Bakura's arm and he moved his hand slightly, to see a black cobra marking wrapped all the way up his arm.
"What the hell?!" Said Marik out loud as he touched it. "OW! Ra damn it, that burns!"
The cobra pattern glowed gold and made a frying-like noise, as Bakura lashed around violently, screaming in pure agony and then his body went limp.
Ryou swallowed nervously and wrapped a kitchen towel around his cut arm. "Is he..."
Yami leaned forward a bit and turned Bakura's head. "No, he's alive. He is just out cold."
Joey cringed. "And drooling."
"Guys," started Téa. "Does anyone know what's going on around here?"
Tristan slapped his forehead. "If we knew, we would do something about it, now wouldn't we."
Téa glared at Tristan and huffed. She looked back towards the group and noticed that Marik, Malik and Yami were staring at something.
"What is it?" she asked.
"It is a picture of a snake...and it coils all the way up the tomb robber's arm." Yami said, inspecting the marking.
Seto got up and crossed his arms. "Something always goes wrong with you around, doesn't it?"
Yami scowled and stood up himself. "Look, Kaiba. We don't have time to argue right now. What the tomb robber did was not normal, for his behavior even. He tried to kill Ryou. We should prevent this next time; tie him down to something."
Marik stood up and hoisted the drooling tomb robber over his shoulder. "Dear Ra, how much does this idiot eat?"
"I don't think I wanna know if it makes him act like that." Joey said nervously.
The others groaned from Joey's comment and returned to the living room.
(And that's chapter one because Tora-kun wanted to end it there o_O)
A week of painful school had dragged by slowly and it was finally Friday. Malik was forced by his sister to be enrolled into Domino High school, because she wanted him to do something more than sit around. Along with him, he was sitting in the classroom with Ryou, Yugi, Seto and Chikara; as well as Joey, Tristan, Téa and a dozen other students. They were all sitting in English class, all glad that the teacher had stopped talking.
"This must be the most boring class on earth, I tell ya." groaned Joey as stretched. "Man, the only things I look forward to here are lunch and the last bell."
Tristan agreed but the others just gave the two strange looks.
"What?" they asked in unison.
"Typical." said Téa, rolling her eyes. "Why am I not surprised all of the sudden."
"Well, look who's talking, miss goody two-shoes." growled Joey. "You're just a born teacher's pet."
Téa narrowed her eyes. "I am not, Joey Wheeler!"
Yugi shook his head at the arguing and glanced around the classroom. He spotted Kanaye taking short glances back at the group. It was mostly directed at Seto, Ryou, and Chikara and it was starting to worry Yugi slightly. He felt a chill run down his spine when he made eye contact with Kanaye. It was like he was watching them all. Not Joey, Tristan, Malik or Téa; just those four.
'I wonder what the matter with him is,' he thought to himself silently, looking back at his notebook. 'He usually keeps to himself and doesn't look so... I guess suspicious.'
The bell rung for lunch and most of the students ran out of the classroom, mainly Joey and Tristan. The rest of the group made their way to the cafeteria at their own time and somewhat sat within the same group of tables.
"Hey Kaiba." Called out Joey. "What are you sitting here for, eh?"
"Look, Wheeler. I'm only sitting here because Chikara asked me to. Now go back to stuffing your face and do it quietly. You are disgusting me." Snapped Kaiba.
"Whatever you say, Kaiba-boy." Taunted Joey.
Seto winced at that horrible pet name and continued to eat his lunch like any other person. The group started talking about how their classes were going and other chatter, while Malik, Seto and Chikara remained quiet. Malik side-glanced at Chikara. She had her chin resting on her hand as her elbow was propped up on the lunch room table and chewed up a pen lazily, staring into space; strands of her dark purple hair over her face.
"You're doing that too much." Said Seto as he nudged her elbow.
Chikara blinked and looked at him out of the corner of her eye, holding the pen still in her mouth.
"It's a bad habit. Something wrong?" Asked Seto.
Chikara swung the pen in her mouth and went back to staring at the table. "It's fine."
All at once, something eerie crept up to Malik's, Yugi's, Ryou's and Chikara's consciousnesses. Chikara's pen fell out of her mouth and the group went quiet, looking at the four. Ryou nudged Malik and whispered to him.
"Did you feel that?" he asked quietly.
Malik nodded and looked around cautiously with his eyes, not moving another muscle. He didn't find anything too strange but he saw Kanaye watching them in secret then ducking out of the cafeteria.
"Hel-lo. Earth to Yugi, Ryou, Malik, Chikara……… one of you." Said Joey as he poked the closest people to him; Ryou and Yugi.
Ryou sweatdropped and rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry about that, Joey. My mind was somewhere else, if you know what I mean."
"Uh... huh. I suppose the other three were day dreamin as well." said Joey, giving Ryou a skeptical look.
Yugi scratched the side of his face nervously. "Oh, Ryou. You were telling us about what we all could do this evening."
"Ah yes. I got sidetracked, sorry." Apologized Ryou. "As I was saying before, why don't you all come to my house this evening and we could all just hang out, I suppose. We could just play games or sit and chat. I'm sure yami won't mind, even if you brought your own yamis with you."
Malik laughed nervously and thought about his own yami. "A...heh... I'm sure that he'll be thrilled..."
"What about you, Kai-ba?" Asked Joey in an annoying voice. "Is your master going to make you hang out with us?"
He shrank back slightly as he got two icy glares shot at him; one each from Seto and Chikara. "Man, you two were made for each other. You both are as mean as bull dogs."
Chikara rolled her eyes and stuck her pen back in her mouth. "Whatever..."
"... You know that was on the caf table." Noted Joey.
"... What's your point-Oh..." Chikara took the pen out of her mouth and made a face of disgust.
Most of the group snickered, expect for Malik and Seto. Malik stared down at his uneaten lunch in deep thought. He blinked and shot a glare at Joey and Tristan when two balls of paper hit him in the head. The two boys put up their hands defensively.
"Don't look so glum, Malik." Tristan said nervously, shoving Joey into his view. "It was his idea."
"Hey!" Protested Joey. "You traitor!"
Seto shook his head. "Acting like two year olds..."
"So... do we agree with Ryou's idea?" Asked Yugi, trying to change the subject.
The group more or less agreed to the idea and wandered off on their own ways to spend their own time on the remainder of the lunch hour. The school day seemed to drag on almost endlessly as Ryou, Yugi, Malik and Chikara felt quite distracted by the odd occurrence from lunch.
"See you at your house after dinner, Ryou." Said Yugi as he waved and started to walk home.
The others said their temporary goodbyes and went on their own ways to get home. Kanaye had heard the short conversation and started walking off of the school grounds himself, keeping his head down and his eyes shadowed by his hair.
He walked a few blocks until he reached a small street and entered a large apartment building, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a key. After going up a couple flights of stairs Kanaye used it, unlocking the door to his apartment and slinking in suspiciously. He looked around and saw no one, but he wasn't really surprised. His parents wouldn't be home, they both worked quite late.
Kanaye dropped his bag and his keys on the coffee table and went back into the kitchen where a note on the fridge told him that he should make a TV dinner if he was hungry. Sighing, he opened the fridge and grabbed a can of soda, walking back into the living room and into his own bedroom.
His room was still almost completely in boxes, but he had put up shelves everywhere and most of them were stacked neatly with interesting things. The most interesting thing, however, was hung neatly over his desk-- The stolen mirror. He sat down, looking up at it a bit shyly, as if it were a camera, and then trying on a smile. He messed with his hair with one hand, a useless gesture that just left it exactly the same. Then Kanaye stood, leaning closer to the mirror.
For a moment everything was normal. But then Kanaye noticed a strange darkness in the background of the mirror's reflection. It began to get darker and soon he was looking at his own completely unchanged reflection against a pure black background.
To anyone that would have been watching him, there was no physical change. But at some moment, what was beneath the skin became completely different.
He closed his eyes and a wide grin spread across his face.
"This definitely feels better," Badru, who was now in control of that body, mumbled to himself, crushing the can in his hand and enjoying the feeling of the cold, bubbly liquid sliding down his hand. "Very... very very much better," he repeated, dropping the can, licking the soda off his hand and making an approving little "Mmm."
He stood from the chair and looked around the room, eyeing the things that surrounded him. Then he looked down, and had to force himself not to scream. His cloak was gone..! He had had more things in that cloak than were in this whole room, and he wanted them back.
He made a weird, somewhat angry sounding noise and slammed his elbow into the wall, making a few things shake and at least one or two fall to the ground. Then, looking at the falling objects he noticed the mirror.
"At least something of mine isn't gone," he said to himself, looking at it. But instead of being shiny and reflective, it was completely black and clouded. Grinning a bit, he touched the surface of the glass and watched a movement reminiscent of rippling water spread across it.
"Where are the others now..." he said, remembering what he had thought of while he had been imprisoned in the same mirror he was looking at. Maybe he could get his revenge... And he would definitely enjoy it.
The golden snakes curled around the sides glowed dangerously, and the black clouding in the glass faded, showing a small scene as if through a window. Badru squinted, taking in the scene. There were quite a few people hanging around, talking and mostly looking happy. His eyes darted from person to person, seeing a few he didn't recognize, and quite a few he did. He looked over the familiar faces of the pharaoh, Sanura and Bakura. Then he paused, staring at Bakura, and the glass focused in on him just like a camera.
Badru remembered the way Bakura had treated him, and he was more than ready to start his slight spree of insanity with the mind of the tomb robber. Touching the mirror again, this time with only one finger, he muttered something quietly in Egyptian then stepped back to watch what kind of chaos the spell of the mirror would cause.
Bakura leaned back on a wooden chair in the kitchen, cringing from the laughter coming from the living room. "Damn Ryou. I would rather be out, torturing people's worthless souls."
Malik shook his head slowly. "You do that no matter what, Bakura."
Malik's darker half, Marik, was sitting in another chair, staring at the ceiling boredly. "This bites… I could be killing people but noooo… my aibou convinced me this would be interesting."
"Damn it, yami, I'm not having any fun either." Sighed Malik as he went to the refrigerator for another soda. "Anyone else want one?"
"If it has liquor, I'll drink anything." Muttered Bakura.
Malik shrugged and started rummaging through the fridge. Bakura sighed and mumbled Egyptian curse words under his breath then felt an unbearable pain in his left arm. He clutched his arm tightly and yelled an extremely loud string of curse words as he fell out of his chair, feeling his arm burn horribly.
"And that cuts your life points in-" Joey was cut off by the screaming. "...Half..."
The group in the living room all turned their attention towards the kitchen and heard yelling and many crashes.
"GET OFF OF ME!" Marik yelled, pinned down by Bakura and getting choked by his throat.
The pupils of Bakura's eyes had shrunk considerably and he slammed the back of Marik's head into the kitchen floor. "Shut up!"
"Hey, you two! Cut it out, Ra damn it all!" yelled Malik as he dropped the soda cans on the floor. "You two try to kill each other too much! Stop it! It isn't funny!"
Marik desperately tried to pry Bakura's death hold off of his neck. "Get him... OFF!"
Malik's eyes widened as he witnessed his darker half being suffocated. "Ryou! Damn it; get your ass in here! Get your yami!"
"I'm going to kill you, you worthless bastard! You're going to die right here and NOW!" hissed Bakura as he started tightening his grip.
Malik tried to pull Bakura away but got the killing attention turned to himself. "Bakura calm down-... Bakura NO-ARGH!"
Bakura latched his death grip on Malik's throat with one hand and grabbed a long sharp knife from the kitchen counter. Marik was coughing like crazy to get his breath back when Ryou ran into the kitchen.
"Yami! Stop it! What the bloody hell are you doing!?" Yelled Ryou, in utter shock. "You're going to hurt them!"
Bakura turned and looked at Ryou with a spine-chilling insane smirk. "That's the idea, dearest aibou of mine! Perhaps you would like to go FIRST!"
Bakura pushed Malik down to the floor and advanced towards his aibou, licking the blade of the knife slowly and insanely. "It'll only hurt for a moment; Ryou... then it'll be all over... Unless I decide to torture you to shreds!"
"Yami? What's wrong?! Someone help us here!" said Ryou as he quickly glanced back towards the living room.
When he looked back, his yami was right in his face and turning the knife slowly. Ryou gasped sharply as he felt his throat being constricted by Bakura's death grip and the knife slowly being brought towards his chest. At that time, Bakura was laughing psychotically when Yugi and the others skidded to a stop in the doorway of the kitchen.
"Oh boy..." Gulped Joey. "We're in trouble."
Yami narrowed his eyes and hid Yugi behind him. "What is the meaning of this tomb robber?"
Bakura didn't answer. He was enjoying the fact that his hikari was suffocating slowly and was dying in his hands.
"Tomb robber!" Growled Yami. "Stop this right now! You are going to kill him!"
Bakura just laughed in reply to Yami's so called threat and continued to inch the knife closer to Ryou's chest. Suddenly, a pair of arms grabbed his arms and Bakura missed his target, slicing the knife across Ryou's upper arm. Ryou fell back from the sudden retaliation of Malik and put one hand to his neck, breathing heavily.
"What's the matter with him?!" asked Ryou, starting to panic as he glanced at the gash on his arm.
Bakura swung around violently, trying to get loose to resume his killing. "You pathetic mortal! Ahaha! You can't do anything to me! You cannot stop me!"
Malik's grip fell short of holding the insane tomb robber at bay when he stumbled and fell back, holding Bakura's ripped shirt in his hands. Bakura dismissed his shirtless delay and was about to attack Ryou again, only to be strongly tackled by Marik and pinned to the ground.
"One of you gawking idiots help me!" Hissed Marik as he pinned Bakura's hands behind his back and slid the knife across the floor.
Seto, convincing himself to help, and Yami ran into the kitchen and held Bakura's head and legs down. Something caught Marik's eye on one of Bakura's arm and he moved his hand slightly, to see a black cobra marking wrapped all the way up his arm.
"What the hell?!" Said Marik out loud as he touched it. "OW! Ra damn it, that burns!"
The cobra pattern glowed gold and made a frying-like noise, as Bakura lashed around violently, screaming in pure agony and then his body went limp.
Ryou swallowed nervously and wrapped a kitchen towel around his cut arm. "Is he..."
Yami leaned forward a bit and turned Bakura's head. "No, he's alive. He is just out cold."
Joey cringed. "And drooling."
"Guys," started Téa. "Does anyone know what's going on around here?"
Tristan slapped his forehead. "If we knew, we would do something about it, now wouldn't we."
Téa glared at Tristan and huffed. She looked back towards the group and noticed that Marik, Malik and Yami were staring at something.
"What is it?" she asked.
"It is a picture of a snake...and it coils all the way up the tomb robber's arm." Yami said, inspecting the marking.
Seto got up and crossed his arms. "Something always goes wrong with you around, doesn't it?"
Yami scowled and stood up himself. "Look, Kaiba. We don't have time to argue right now. What the tomb robber did was not normal, for his behavior even. He tried to kill Ryou. We should prevent this next time; tie him down to something."
Marik stood up and hoisted the drooling tomb robber over his shoulder. "Dear Ra, how much does this idiot eat?"
"I don't think I wanna know if it makes him act like that." Joey said nervously.
The others groaned from Joey's comment and returned to the living room.
(And that's chapter one because Tora-kun wanted to end it there o_O)