Chapter 4
[I (tora-kun) wrote the disclaimer! OMG! AHH! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE! *Falls over twitching* Err. Anyway. Don't own Yugioh or anything related. Except
the Chikara/Sanura who is hers *points at bakura13* and Kanaye, who is
mine. No one wants Badru. He can go home.]
Chikara was halfway off the bed, looking quite unhappy when Shadi walked in.
"What the hell are you talking about," she muttered, half off of the opposite side. Everyone was watching her; it wasn't like she could go anywhere anyway.
"I'm talking about what has been going on lately... You know what I speak of," Shadi glanced around at the others in the room. "The Pharaoh has filled me in. You should have called for me sooner."
Chikara huffed. "Called for you? For what? You don't know any more than we do." She was stuck in a room full of five-thousand-year-old spirits and a very disturbing guy who was staring at her with similarly disturbing and blank eyes.
"No, I don't. But you do," Shadi said calmly, gesturing vaguely with his hand. "I need you to think about it. You were almost stumbling onto a realization earlier, according to the others."
"I don't know anything!" Chikara spat, wondering if she could somehow get out of the room and somewhere relatively safe. Without much more thought on it than that, she took off for the door, trying to duck past Shadi.
She'd misjudged the distance and the people she was up against, though. Yami grabbed her by the back of her shirt and held her an inch or two off the floor. Shadi looked slightly down at her with a blank expression, and sighed.
Chikara struggled for a moment, and then finally gave up, and Yami set her to the ground, his hand still firmly wrapped in her collar.
"So... How are we going to find all this out? You obviously know something, even if you can't quite... Place it," Shadi said, tapping his fingers lightly on the side of his leg.
"I told you, I don't know anything!" she practically screamed. Shadi didn't move, and just watched her.
Suddenly, a snarl replaced Chikara's normal, if unhappy, expression, and she tried to elbow Yami in the stomach. The blow didn't hurt much, but startled him enough to free her as she hurled herself at Shadi angrily.
Shadi stepped out of her way, barely, not flustered. She hit the wall on the other side of the room shoulder-first and spun around, looking at the group watching her. They each noticed it at once--Her eyes shimmered with a crimson hue.
"Sanura," Marik said quietly. She growled in reply.
"So," Shadi said, raising an eyebrow slightly, "It's been you removing these things from Chikara's memory."
"-Her- memory?" Sanura muttered under the growl, "they're -mine-. That's why I've been keeping her the hell out of them. She has no idea what she's playing around with."
"If they're yours, then, I think it would be in the best interest of all our time if you would explain to us just what is going on here," Yami said quietly, from over Shadi's shoulder.
"...And if I decide that it's not worth telling you all?" Sanura asked, her eyes darting to each person in the room, narrowed.
"Then we'll have no choice but to force the information out of you," Marik said, from closer than she'd thought he had been. His hand clamped around Sanura's shoulder, and she snapped her gaze up to meet his.
"Now... You're going to tell us what's going on that you won't tell your hikari, and why," he said, glaring.
Sanura made a very disturbing suggestion as to what Marik could do on his free time. He twitched, and slammed her against the other wall of the corner they'd ended up in. There was a sickly snapping from her shoulder, and she grasped it in pain; it wasn't broken, but it had definitely popped the wrong and worst possible way.
Marik stepped toward her, closing her into the corner with no obvious path out, and grabbed the front of her collar. People sure were pulling on her shirt a lot today.
"Now... Tell us what you know about the little -problem- we've been having lately..." Marik said, quietly but no less stern.
Sanura bared her teeth. No one moved for a moment.
"...Fine," she said, breaking the silence, but then she stopped again, narrowing her eyes.
"You didn't get this information from me," she muttered, looking past Marik at the others, especially Shadi, with an evil glare. "Understand?"
"You're not exactly in the position to be making demands," Marik growled, readjusting his grip on her shirt.
"...My hikari is not to know I exist unless absolutely necessary," Sanura said, "It's important that you at least pretend you got this information from someone else, or I might decide not to tell you."
"The hell you will," Marik said, pulling her forward then slamming her against the wall again, not too hard, but effective still.
Sanura winced, trying to shrug his touch off of her.
"Alright, alright," she said, pushing him away. He didn't move.
"...The people attacked so far are Bakura and the Kaiba boy," Sanura said, attempting to cross her arms, "With the snake emblem. Chikara was attempted earlier, but we have some sort of immunity. It barely did anything. I could feel it, though. Sort of familiar, and I think I know who it is."
She paused dramatically, just to annoy everyone. Yami interrupted, instead.
"Yugi told me a new student here was acting oddly. Could he be connected?"
Sanura glared at Yami, pissed that he ruined her little to-be-continued silence.
"I suppose. There was a guy named Badru, if you remember. He was a pain in the ass. It seems like the people who've been attacked are the people he would be mad at." The others listened, deep in thought now. The name sounded familiar, but most of them couldn't place it exactly.
"The only thing is, I have no idea where he would have gotten that kind of magic from. I don't remember him doing much black magic at all. But, he had a lot of trinkets... He brought a couple of the sennen items with him... Stole from the damned thief, even."
Bakura eyed Sanura lazily. "So there could be a ninth item?"
"No. Well... Yes, there could be, but I don't think that's what we're dealing with. Look at the snakes--why would there be snakes, instead of the millennium eye? But then again... I guess we'll see. We just have to find out where he is."
Badru was watching this whole scene from some back alley, through the now full-sized mirror, and he -wasn't- happy. After all of this, she was just going to blow his cover. Then what? Would they take the mirror? Seal him away, again? He really, really didn't like the way that sounded.
Then it dawned on him.
Everyone he was supposed to be exacting revenge on was in one room. Alone.
Sanura was out, talking. Bakura near the window. The Pharaoh by the door. And Marik--Badru had already figured that the strangest of the group was somehow connected to Seth, despite the other boy's more obvious resemblance.
Oh. And Shadi. There wasn't anything particularly wrong with Shadi. Badru had no reason to hate him. He just did, in the rampant desire to get his retribution for Gods only know what.
So he had the opportunity. What was he going to do with it? He whispered incoherent words, and trained the vision of the mirror onto Marik. First him, then he would get the Pharaoh. Sanura may not have been sufficiently affected, but trapped in a room full of psychos would be more than enough.
He grinned widely, almost ready. The group continued to talk.
Yami slipped out of the room.
"Damn it!" Badru yelled, among other things. He slammed his fist down on the mirror and the surface rocked violently. Beneath his hand, Sanura collapsed, again. She wasn't completely immune to the powers, then. But Badru didn't care. He was too busy fuming about how waiting and thinking had cost him a perfect moment of revenge.
Chikara had one more chance that day to wake up in an unfamiliar place. Yami had walked back downstairs and was explaining the situation at hand when Marik came down the stairs, arms crossed and looked elsewhere quite irately.
"... She's throwing up." He said plainly. "She's not to go anywhere and all of you stupid mortals better keep your guard up or we're all going to be in hell. And you, tomb robber's hikari, go upstairs and get some sling or whatever. Her shoulder is a little... shall we say awkward."
Ryou looked at Marik semi-nervously and walked upstairs to check on the ones still remaining upstairs. He found Chikara curled up on the bed in the guest room and could have sworn that some conflict was happening with her darker half. He touched her shoulder lightly, earning a stiff flinch from her and he retreated his hand a bit.
"This just isn't your day, now is it?" Ryou asked quietly.
Shadi glanced over at Chikara and uncrossed his arms, resting his hands at his sides. "I have a feeling that not all the wanted information was told..."
Bakura growled in reply, keeping his eyes on Chikara and Ryou. Ryou glanced nervously back at his yami then resumed sliding the sling over Chikara's neck and put her arm in it.
/Is something wrong? / He asked his yami.
// Yes, there is. // Bakura snapped back through the link. // Marik's pissed off. Really, really pissed off. Even though Shadi might be correct about Sanura not saying everything... there's definitely going to be some fighting. //
"Oh dear..." Ryou said out loud, earning a glance from Chikara.
"... What? What's wrong?" She asked very quietly, pulling her knees up to her chest and looking at Ryou.
Ryou shook his head nervously. "Don't worry about it. Just worrying about your condition and while we're on that topic, we should get you something to eat at least. How about some soup?"
"... Sure, I guess... I'll go downstairs too... I need to..." Chikara paused. "... Walk around a bit."
Ryou looked at her carefully, back at his yami then back at Chikara. "Alright. If you're well enough to be up."
They made their way back up the stairs, with Bakura sitting at the bottom and Shadi remaining at the top of the stairs for no apparent reason. Ryou searched through the cupboards for a few cans of soup for all of them and Chikara sat at the kitchen table, with some conversation coming from the living room.
"Do you have any preference?" Asked Ryou, still not looking back.
Chikara shrugged, even though Ryou couldn't see it. "Doesn't matter to me..."
"Okay then, let's see here." Ryou said to himself, grabbing a few cans and looking through the drawer for the can opener.
While Ryou had his back turned, he didn't notice Marik slipping into the kitchen and held his hands over Chikara. The next thing he heard was a chair falling and someone yelling from the living room.
"Marik! Let her go!" Yami yelled, running in.
Ryou turned around quickly, seeing that Marik had one arm wrapped around Chikara's neck and he was choking her from behind.
"Stop it! She can't breathe!" He said, taking a few steps forward then stopping hesitantly when a glare was shot from the attacker.
"That little bitch!" Snarled Marik, giving a sharp yank from his grip. "She's hiding something! She knows something and I'm going to damned well force it out of her, even if I almost have to kill her light!"
"That doesn't mean that you have to choke her to death!" Malik said to his darker half, not really knowing what to do. "Yami just let her-"
"Why are her and her light resistant to what's been going on, hm?! Do you know the answer!?" Marik snapped, tightening his arm around Chikara's neck.
The room fell silent, all eyes on Marik and the suffocating Chikara who was trying to pry the death grip from her throat.
"I know she's listening to this, and just like the tomb robber and the damned pharaoh, she won't let anything happen to her hikari. If she does then she is a Ra forsaken coward!" Marik hissed, turning his gaze to Chikara.
[And Tora-kun is weird... and we have another reader ^_^ And yes, I suppose the end of this chapter is a cliffhanger so... I don't know what to say O_o;]
[I (tora-kun) wrote the disclaimer! OMG! AHH! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE! *Falls over twitching* Err. Anyway. Don't own Yugioh or anything related. Except
the Chikara/Sanura who is hers *points at bakura13* and Kanaye, who is
mine. No one wants Badru. He can go home.]
Chikara was halfway off the bed, looking quite unhappy when Shadi walked in.
"What the hell are you talking about," she muttered, half off of the opposite side. Everyone was watching her; it wasn't like she could go anywhere anyway.
"I'm talking about what has been going on lately... You know what I speak of," Shadi glanced around at the others in the room. "The Pharaoh has filled me in. You should have called for me sooner."
Chikara huffed. "Called for you? For what? You don't know any more than we do." She was stuck in a room full of five-thousand-year-old spirits and a very disturbing guy who was staring at her with similarly disturbing and blank eyes.
"No, I don't. But you do," Shadi said calmly, gesturing vaguely with his hand. "I need you to think about it. You were almost stumbling onto a realization earlier, according to the others."
"I don't know anything!" Chikara spat, wondering if she could somehow get out of the room and somewhere relatively safe. Without much more thought on it than that, she took off for the door, trying to duck past Shadi.
She'd misjudged the distance and the people she was up against, though. Yami grabbed her by the back of her shirt and held her an inch or two off the floor. Shadi looked slightly down at her with a blank expression, and sighed.
Chikara struggled for a moment, and then finally gave up, and Yami set her to the ground, his hand still firmly wrapped in her collar.
"So... How are we going to find all this out? You obviously know something, even if you can't quite... Place it," Shadi said, tapping his fingers lightly on the side of his leg.
"I told you, I don't know anything!" she practically screamed. Shadi didn't move, and just watched her.
Suddenly, a snarl replaced Chikara's normal, if unhappy, expression, and she tried to elbow Yami in the stomach. The blow didn't hurt much, but startled him enough to free her as she hurled herself at Shadi angrily.
Shadi stepped out of her way, barely, not flustered. She hit the wall on the other side of the room shoulder-first and spun around, looking at the group watching her. They each noticed it at once--Her eyes shimmered with a crimson hue.
"Sanura," Marik said quietly. She growled in reply.
"So," Shadi said, raising an eyebrow slightly, "It's been you removing these things from Chikara's memory."
"-Her- memory?" Sanura muttered under the growl, "they're -mine-. That's why I've been keeping her the hell out of them. She has no idea what she's playing around with."
"If they're yours, then, I think it would be in the best interest of all our time if you would explain to us just what is going on here," Yami said quietly, from over Shadi's shoulder.
"...And if I decide that it's not worth telling you all?" Sanura asked, her eyes darting to each person in the room, narrowed.
"Then we'll have no choice but to force the information out of you," Marik said, from closer than she'd thought he had been. His hand clamped around Sanura's shoulder, and she snapped her gaze up to meet his.
"Now... You're going to tell us what's going on that you won't tell your hikari, and why," he said, glaring.
Sanura made a very disturbing suggestion as to what Marik could do on his free time. He twitched, and slammed her against the other wall of the corner they'd ended up in. There was a sickly snapping from her shoulder, and she grasped it in pain; it wasn't broken, but it had definitely popped the wrong and worst possible way.
Marik stepped toward her, closing her into the corner with no obvious path out, and grabbed the front of her collar. People sure were pulling on her shirt a lot today.
"Now... Tell us what you know about the little -problem- we've been having lately..." Marik said, quietly but no less stern.
Sanura bared her teeth. No one moved for a moment.
"...Fine," she said, breaking the silence, but then she stopped again, narrowing her eyes.
"You didn't get this information from me," she muttered, looking past Marik at the others, especially Shadi, with an evil glare. "Understand?"
"You're not exactly in the position to be making demands," Marik growled, readjusting his grip on her shirt.
"...My hikari is not to know I exist unless absolutely necessary," Sanura said, "It's important that you at least pretend you got this information from someone else, or I might decide not to tell you."
"The hell you will," Marik said, pulling her forward then slamming her against the wall again, not too hard, but effective still.
Sanura winced, trying to shrug his touch off of her.
"Alright, alright," she said, pushing him away. He didn't move.
"...The people attacked so far are Bakura and the Kaiba boy," Sanura said, attempting to cross her arms, "With the snake emblem. Chikara was attempted earlier, but we have some sort of immunity. It barely did anything. I could feel it, though. Sort of familiar, and I think I know who it is."
She paused dramatically, just to annoy everyone. Yami interrupted, instead.
"Yugi told me a new student here was acting oddly. Could he be connected?"
Sanura glared at Yami, pissed that he ruined her little to-be-continued silence.
"I suppose. There was a guy named Badru, if you remember. He was a pain in the ass. It seems like the people who've been attacked are the people he would be mad at." The others listened, deep in thought now. The name sounded familiar, but most of them couldn't place it exactly.
"The only thing is, I have no idea where he would have gotten that kind of magic from. I don't remember him doing much black magic at all. But, he had a lot of trinkets... He brought a couple of the sennen items with him... Stole from the damned thief, even."
Bakura eyed Sanura lazily. "So there could be a ninth item?"
"No. Well... Yes, there could be, but I don't think that's what we're dealing with. Look at the snakes--why would there be snakes, instead of the millennium eye? But then again... I guess we'll see. We just have to find out where he is."
Badru was watching this whole scene from some back alley, through the now full-sized mirror, and he -wasn't- happy. After all of this, she was just going to blow his cover. Then what? Would they take the mirror? Seal him away, again? He really, really didn't like the way that sounded.
Then it dawned on him.
Everyone he was supposed to be exacting revenge on was in one room. Alone.
Sanura was out, talking. Bakura near the window. The Pharaoh by the door. And Marik--Badru had already figured that the strangest of the group was somehow connected to Seth, despite the other boy's more obvious resemblance.
Oh. And Shadi. There wasn't anything particularly wrong with Shadi. Badru had no reason to hate him. He just did, in the rampant desire to get his retribution for Gods only know what.
So he had the opportunity. What was he going to do with it? He whispered incoherent words, and trained the vision of the mirror onto Marik. First him, then he would get the Pharaoh. Sanura may not have been sufficiently affected, but trapped in a room full of psychos would be more than enough.
He grinned widely, almost ready. The group continued to talk.
Yami slipped out of the room.
"Damn it!" Badru yelled, among other things. He slammed his fist down on the mirror and the surface rocked violently. Beneath his hand, Sanura collapsed, again. She wasn't completely immune to the powers, then. But Badru didn't care. He was too busy fuming about how waiting and thinking had cost him a perfect moment of revenge.
Chikara had one more chance that day to wake up in an unfamiliar place. Yami had walked back downstairs and was explaining the situation at hand when Marik came down the stairs, arms crossed and looked elsewhere quite irately.
"... She's throwing up." He said plainly. "She's not to go anywhere and all of you stupid mortals better keep your guard up or we're all going to be in hell. And you, tomb robber's hikari, go upstairs and get some sling or whatever. Her shoulder is a little... shall we say awkward."
Ryou looked at Marik semi-nervously and walked upstairs to check on the ones still remaining upstairs. He found Chikara curled up on the bed in the guest room and could have sworn that some conflict was happening with her darker half. He touched her shoulder lightly, earning a stiff flinch from her and he retreated his hand a bit.
"This just isn't your day, now is it?" Ryou asked quietly.
Shadi glanced over at Chikara and uncrossed his arms, resting his hands at his sides. "I have a feeling that not all the wanted information was told..."
Bakura growled in reply, keeping his eyes on Chikara and Ryou. Ryou glanced nervously back at his yami then resumed sliding the sling over Chikara's neck and put her arm in it.
/Is something wrong? / He asked his yami.
// Yes, there is. // Bakura snapped back through the link. // Marik's pissed off. Really, really pissed off. Even though Shadi might be correct about Sanura not saying everything... there's definitely going to be some fighting. //
"Oh dear..." Ryou said out loud, earning a glance from Chikara.
"... What? What's wrong?" She asked very quietly, pulling her knees up to her chest and looking at Ryou.
Ryou shook his head nervously. "Don't worry about it. Just worrying about your condition and while we're on that topic, we should get you something to eat at least. How about some soup?"
"... Sure, I guess... I'll go downstairs too... I need to..." Chikara paused. "... Walk around a bit."
Ryou looked at her carefully, back at his yami then back at Chikara. "Alright. If you're well enough to be up."
They made their way back up the stairs, with Bakura sitting at the bottom and Shadi remaining at the top of the stairs for no apparent reason. Ryou searched through the cupboards for a few cans of soup for all of them and Chikara sat at the kitchen table, with some conversation coming from the living room.
"Do you have any preference?" Asked Ryou, still not looking back.
Chikara shrugged, even though Ryou couldn't see it. "Doesn't matter to me..."
"Okay then, let's see here." Ryou said to himself, grabbing a few cans and looking through the drawer for the can opener.
While Ryou had his back turned, he didn't notice Marik slipping into the kitchen and held his hands over Chikara. The next thing he heard was a chair falling and someone yelling from the living room.
"Marik! Let her go!" Yami yelled, running in.
Ryou turned around quickly, seeing that Marik had one arm wrapped around Chikara's neck and he was choking her from behind.
"Stop it! She can't breathe!" He said, taking a few steps forward then stopping hesitantly when a glare was shot from the attacker.
"That little bitch!" Snarled Marik, giving a sharp yank from his grip. "She's hiding something! She knows something and I'm going to damned well force it out of her, even if I almost have to kill her light!"
"That doesn't mean that you have to choke her to death!" Malik said to his darker half, not really knowing what to do. "Yami just let her-"
"Why are her and her light resistant to what's been going on, hm?! Do you know the answer!?" Marik snapped, tightening his arm around Chikara's neck.
The room fell silent, all eyes on Marik and the suffocating Chikara who was trying to pry the death grip from her throat.
"I know she's listening to this, and just like the tomb robber and the damned pharaoh, she won't let anything happen to her hikari. If she does then she is a Ra forsaken coward!" Marik hissed, turning his gaze to Chikara.
[And Tora-kun is weird... and we have another reader ^_^ And yes, I suppose the end of this chapter is a cliffhanger so... I don't know what to say O_o;]