Fenrir: So, this is the 2nd chptr to my 1st fic.
Joey: Is it gay?
Fenrir: Err… ¬.¬ of course not…
Joey: I don't like the tone of ure voice!! ."
Fenrir: Don't worry! You're not in this chapter. Anyway, R&R!
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As the school bell rang to signal the end of break, Bakura lifted his head from the notebook in which he had been writing in all day. He knew he should be revising for his test on the History of Chinese Language, but he couldn't get Malik out of his mind. He was trying to decide the best way to get revenge on Malik. He had narrowed it down to 3 ways;
1. Lure him into a really deep hole filled with Man-Eater Bugs.
2. Stuff him in a barrel and roll him down Mt. Kilimanjaro.
3. Tie him to a wrecking ball and watch his bones crumble to dust, while his flesh is pulverized to mush.
He walked towards the door of the school, thinking of what the cruellest, most diabolical method was. As he was about to enter the school, he was dragged away by a mysterious gloved hand. When he was able to look at the stranger, he noticed that he was wearing a mask that concealed his face, or at least half of it.
"Come with me, and your wishes will be granted," murmured the masked man. His voice was eerie and sent a chill down Bakura's spine. Bakura didn't have a chance to answer for he was quickly dragged to a tree in the school playground. The figure ran his finger down the bark, and to Bakura's surprise, a secret passage appeared beneath the tree to reveal a staircase.
After what seemed like miles of walking, the man and Bakura reached an opening. In the opening lay a round table, and seated round the table were 5 men. Bakura recognized them as Malik's old mind slaves. There was Arkana, Strings, Umbra, Lumis and the Rare Hunter.
"Please, take a seat." Arkana said and gestured towards an empty seat. Bakura sat down and the still masked stranger stood by him. He felt a strange presence from the man, and felt he recognized it.
"Let's get to the point, we are the Ghouls, former servants of Malik." explained Rare Hunter, "and we join together for one soul reason,"
"To destroy Malik!!" cried Umbra. Bakura's body stiffened. He was scared.
"But so far our efforts have failed, for we realized we were missing an essential ingredient." exclaimed Lumis, his eyes fixed on Bakura,
"W…w…what was that?" asked Bakura, knowing the answer was going to be bad.
"Powers…Of…Darkness…"said Strings mindlessly. Bakura sat as still as a rock.
"Well, to be perfectly honest, we already have the Dark Powers…" Arkana started and pointed to the masked figure. The gloved hand reached towards the mask and pulled it off to reveal a face Bakura knew only too well. It was the same face that lingered in his dreams. It was Ryou.
"Ryou!?!?" Bakura was stunned. He hadn't seen Ryou for a while. He was apparently sick, "What are you doing here?"
"You heard. We are the Ghouls. We must destroy Malik." replied Ryou.
"That's enough of that," urged Arkana, "We must explain why we need you, Bakura. As I've said, we need the Dark Powers to defeat Malik. But Ryou is useless without a body to control," Bakura knew what was coming next, "We need you Bakura, to act as Ryou's mind slave, just as Malik did to us."
"Giving him a taste of his own medicine," came Lumis, "It's what he deserves."
"Well Bakura, yes or no?" questioned Arkana. Bakura thought about it, "Let's put it this way. If you say yes, you walk out of here unharmed, but say no, and who knows what will happen?" He was giving Bakura no choice,
"OK, I'm in." answered Bakura after a while. There was a general aura of relief around the room.
"Excellent!" cried Ryou.
"Just one questioned," said Bakura, "Why do you want to seek revenge on Malik?"
"Because he has betrayed us all and broken every promise he ever made," explained Arkana once more, "My dear sweet Catherine. How I miss her." Arkana drifted off into a different world.
"Even you Ryou?" asked Bakura, ignoring Arkana.
"Yes, Bakura. Malik promised me the six remaining Millennium Items, and I still have just the Ring."
"Malik…destroyed…he…must…be…" said Strings as Bakura left the secret meeting room.
He climbed the stairs, walked across the playground, entered his classroom, apologizing for being late, sat down and took the test on The History Of Chinese Language. But all the while, all he could think of was Malik and the Ghouls, so when the bell rang for lunch, his mind was all over the place.
Joey: Is it gay?
Fenrir: Err… ¬.¬ of course not…
Joey: I don't like the tone of ure voice!! ."
Fenrir: Don't worry! You're not in this chapter. Anyway, R&R!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As the school bell rang to signal the end of break, Bakura lifted his head from the notebook in which he had been writing in all day. He knew he should be revising for his test on the History of Chinese Language, but he couldn't get Malik out of his mind. He was trying to decide the best way to get revenge on Malik. He had narrowed it down to 3 ways;
1. Lure him into a really deep hole filled with Man-Eater Bugs.
2. Stuff him in a barrel and roll him down Mt. Kilimanjaro.
3. Tie him to a wrecking ball and watch his bones crumble to dust, while his flesh is pulverized to mush.
He walked towards the door of the school, thinking of what the cruellest, most diabolical method was. As he was about to enter the school, he was dragged away by a mysterious gloved hand. When he was able to look at the stranger, he noticed that he was wearing a mask that concealed his face, or at least half of it.
"Come with me, and your wishes will be granted," murmured the masked man. His voice was eerie and sent a chill down Bakura's spine. Bakura didn't have a chance to answer for he was quickly dragged to a tree in the school playground. The figure ran his finger down the bark, and to Bakura's surprise, a secret passage appeared beneath the tree to reveal a staircase.
After what seemed like miles of walking, the man and Bakura reached an opening. In the opening lay a round table, and seated round the table were 5 men. Bakura recognized them as Malik's old mind slaves. There was Arkana, Strings, Umbra, Lumis and the Rare Hunter.
"Please, take a seat." Arkana said and gestured towards an empty seat. Bakura sat down and the still masked stranger stood by him. He felt a strange presence from the man, and felt he recognized it.
"Let's get to the point, we are the Ghouls, former servants of Malik." explained Rare Hunter, "and we join together for one soul reason,"
"To destroy Malik!!" cried Umbra. Bakura's body stiffened. He was scared.
"But so far our efforts have failed, for we realized we were missing an essential ingredient." exclaimed Lumis, his eyes fixed on Bakura,
"W…w…what was that?" asked Bakura, knowing the answer was going to be bad.
"Powers…Of…Darkness…"said Strings mindlessly. Bakura sat as still as a rock.
"Well, to be perfectly honest, we already have the Dark Powers…" Arkana started and pointed to the masked figure. The gloved hand reached towards the mask and pulled it off to reveal a face Bakura knew only too well. It was the same face that lingered in his dreams. It was Ryou.
"Ryou!?!?" Bakura was stunned. He hadn't seen Ryou for a while. He was apparently sick, "What are you doing here?"
"You heard. We are the Ghouls. We must destroy Malik." replied Ryou.
"That's enough of that," urged Arkana, "We must explain why we need you, Bakura. As I've said, we need the Dark Powers to defeat Malik. But Ryou is useless without a body to control," Bakura knew what was coming next, "We need you Bakura, to act as Ryou's mind slave, just as Malik did to us."
"Giving him a taste of his own medicine," came Lumis, "It's what he deserves."
"Well Bakura, yes or no?" questioned Arkana. Bakura thought about it, "Let's put it this way. If you say yes, you walk out of here unharmed, but say no, and who knows what will happen?" He was giving Bakura no choice,
"OK, I'm in." answered Bakura after a while. There was a general aura of relief around the room.
"Excellent!" cried Ryou.
"Just one questioned," said Bakura, "Why do you want to seek revenge on Malik?"
"Because he has betrayed us all and broken every promise he ever made," explained Arkana once more, "My dear sweet Catherine. How I miss her." Arkana drifted off into a different world.
"Even you Ryou?" asked Bakura, ignoring Arkana.
"Yes, Bakura. Malik promised me the six remaining Millennium Items, and I still have just the Ring."
"Malik…destroyed…he…must…be…" said Strings as Bakura left the secret meeting room.
He climbed the stairs, walked across the playground, entered his classroom, apologizing for being late, sat down and took the test on The History Of Chinese Language. But all the while, all he could think of was Malik and the Ghouls, so when the bell rang for lunch, his mind was all over the place.
