Yay. Don't I feel loved. U_U Oh, well, at least you updated. Does anyone
BESIDES Ria and Sirius Black read this? ;_;
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Sorry if you thought I did, I don't. I don't own the Ishtal's family line, and I don't own Malik's clothing, and I don't own any Egyptian walls at all. I definitely do not own Shadi or any of his nighttime routines.
Man, that was a long disclaimer.
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Chapter Twelve: The Identity is Revealed
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"Sii! Please get off me!" Yugi tried unsuccessfully to get the little girl off his back. "You couldn't have missed me that much."
Sii was now hugging him so tight that Yami could see Yugi's face turn blue. He quickly took control to stop further damage.
Sii noticed the change. "Hey! Give Yugi back!" Of course, she didn't really expect Yami to just hand Yugi back over, but she tried anyway. Yami's response surprised her.
Yami tackled her and wrung his hands around her neck, trying to strangle her. "No, YOU give YAMI SII back before I strangle you!"
"She's only twelve years old." Sii choked out.
"So? YOU love YUGI!!! Yugi is FIFTEEN years old, and YOU are only twelve! Yami Sii is almost as old as I!" Yami yelled, strangling Sii some more.
"Fine, fine, I'll." Sii let Yami Sii take control so that she wouldn't be killed by Yami.
Yami smiled and let go. "There, that wasn't too hard, wasn't it?"
Yami Sii held her neck and began coughing. "Yes, it was. Sii and I almost died."
"Oh, um.oops." Yami said, intelligently.
"Will you stop this already? This is getting ridiculous. I can't believe you, Yami. You aren't supposed to love anyone besides Tea, and you probably do not like her that way at all."
Yami's face twisted into a look that was probably stolen from Yami Bakura. "You mean, I'm supposed to love that b***h? She's disgusting! I hate her!"
Yami Sii was taken aback. Hate Tea? Love me? What has Yami been smoking? She answered the last question by herself. He's been smoking Tea's love potion.
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"Hey. I'm sorry about your condition. I didn't mean it." Tea walked into Bakura's room and put a wet towel on Yami Bakura's head. He'd been tossing and turning for three nights now, and he still hasn't woken up. What is wrong with him?
"You know what, I've been wondering the some thing." Yugi said, entering the room. "Do you have any idea what's wrong with him?"
Tea was surprised at Yugi's comment. "How-" she stopped when she noticed the Millennium Eye glittering in Yugi's hand. Duh, stupid, she thought to herself.
"Well, my guess would be, Yami and Bakura haven't had any strong emotions of love for about five thousand years, and now they've been suddenly jerked into very strong love. All that emotion probably blew out their minds for a while, and Yami recovered before Bakura did because he's been caring for you all this time-"
She was rudely interrupted by Yugi. "You mean to say that the same thing happened to Yami?"
Tea slowly nodded.
"How could you?! How could you let such a horrible thing happen to Yami?!? How could you?!?!" Yugi screamed at Tea, shaking her by her collar.
"Oh, so what am I, chopped liver?" a weak voice coughed out. Yugi and Tea turned toward the voice and discovered Yami Bakura as the source. His face was wet from sweating, and his eyelids were too heavy for him to lift. It was a blessing to him that he was still able to talk.
".I didn't know you were awake." Yugi said, rather plainly.
"How could anyone stay asleep with you yelling your head off at Tea?" was Yami Bakura's rough reply.
"Oh.sorry to bother you." Tea said, preparing to leave.
"Yugi, scram." Yami Bakura hissed at Yugi.
Yugi went out of the room, muttering something about irresponsible party hostesses.
"Okay, bye..I guess." Tea walked towards the door.
"No."
Tea turned around, surprised. "W-what?"
"Please.stay." Yami Bakura's voice became weaker. He went back to sleep.
Must have mistaken me for someone else, Tea thought, leaving the room.
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"Hey, sis, want more ice cream?" Malik asked.
"Yes, chocolate please." Ishitsu was beginning to enjoy this. Malik was willing to do whatever she wanted him to do.
Malik brought the ice cream. "Caramel?" He asked, offering the bottle.
"Yes, please." Malik poured caramel on her ice cream until she told him to stop.
"Thank you."
"Anytime, sis. Whatever you wish." Malik said, a big grin on his face.
That is NOT like the Malik I know. This is really crazy, Ishitsu thought. I wonder if anyone else thinks people are acting a little different.
"Stop it, Yami! You're acting so weird, it's scaring me!" came a scream.
Nevermind, thought Ishitsu.
She looked down and was surprised to find Malik curled up on her lap, cute as a kitten. She smiled.
This is like the Malik I knew. the one that died when he was ten. she stopped to think about those times.
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"Wah! I don't want to have my back carved!" a young ten-year-old Malik cried. "Why do I have to do it? WHY?!?"
"Shh, don't cry, Malik. When it's all over, Rishid and I will take you to the world above. How does that sound?" a younger Ishitsu said, stroking young Malik's hair.
Malik stops crying and looks up at his sister. "You-*sniff* you'll really do that- for me? *sniff*" he stammered.
Ishitsu smiled cheerfully. "Of course. If it'll make you follow our family tradition and allow father to carve your back."
Malik dried his tears. "I-I'll try my best. Okay, sis? Then you'll take me outside, right?"
Ishitsu held out her little finger. "Pinky promise?"
Malik laughed. "Pinky promise." He went and hugged her. "I love you, sis."
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Ishitsu sighed at the happy memory. It was one of the last happy memory she had of Malik, for soon after they returned from the outside world, they found Rishid being punished by their father with a heated knife. Malik had gotten furious, thus had awakened an unknown being, an unknown monster inside him that skinned their father's back alive, thus killing him. That had been one of the saddest memories Ishitsu could remember. And, to make things worse, the normal Malik never acted the same again after that incident. He used to seek vengeance a lot, nearly killing the legendary Millennium Pharaoh, Yami, in the process. She really had missed the sweet friendly Malik she once knew.
And now she had him.
She wanted these moments to last forever.
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"Hey, Tristan! Pass the soda!" Joey hollered from across the room. Tristan tossed the can to him and almost hit his face. "Hey, ow! Next time, ya could do wit a little aimin', ya know!" Joey said, rubbing the side of his head. "Dat hurt a ton."
"Yeah, well, next time you should try to catch it, you know? The basic concept? Throw, catch?"
"Yeah, well I tried ta catch it, but your dumb aim was too sleazy. It was your fault!"
"Was not!"
"Was too!"
"Was not!"
"Was too!"
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At dinner, everyone except Joey, Tristan and Yami Bakura (who weren't there) and Mai (because Joey wasn't around) sat next to their lovers. Mai just shrugged and took a seat.
They were busy eating and chatting (and, in Yami Sii's case, throwing food at Yami to stop him from hugging her yet again) in a very short time, and the food was delicious. (except for the ones on the floor, suspiciously littered around Yami's chair.)
Yami Bakura staggered into the room.
Tea got up to help him. "You shouldn't be out of bed if you can't even walk, Bakura. It's bad for you."
Yami Bakura smiled at her. "I do what I want." His eyes were barely half open.
He asked for a sofa to lie in, so Tea pulled up a sofa into the dining room and let him lie in it. "Aren't you hungry?"
He nodded. "I have been for quite a while. How long was I in bed?"
"Three nights."
He closed his eyes and chuckled. "Huh. No wonder I'm so hungry. Just for the sake of my health, I'll eat something cooked." He told Tea, accepting the piece of cooked beef that she gave him.
In the middle of the meal, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" Tea hurriedly put her napkin down on her chair and went to open the door for the unexpected visitor.
Seconds later, everyone could hear her yelling, "Malik! I need you here!"
"Mmm?" Malik sleepily got out of his chair (he had been sleeping on Ishitsu's lap) and walked to the door.
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"What do you need?" Malik asked Tea when he reached the front door.
"I think one of your Rare Hunters decided to have a visit." Tea said, pointing to the hooded figure in front of the doorstep.
"That's funny. I thought I got rid of them all." Malik said, studying the cloak. "But this one is wearing the exact same one Rishid used to wear. It has a small bloodstain on the left side of the hood where his tattoo leaked a long time ago. I don't think that Rare Hunter cloak is fake."
The figure put his hand- or, rather, the sleeve, because the cloak seemed too big for him- to the left side of the hood.
The cloak was, in fact, so big for him, that the only part of this stranger showing was from his nose to his chin. Which didn't really help identify his identity.
"C-can I have a place to stay? I need a place to spend the night, and I don't want to sleep outside with the water falling from the sky. It's so freaky. There's water falling from the sky! Doesn't that scare you?" The hooded stranger asked.
Okay, this is definitely not one of my Rare Hunters. They knew what rain was, Malik thought to himself.
"Of course you can stay! If you need a place that badly! All our rooms are full, but I think we'll be able to manage." Tea told the stranger. "Please, join us in dinner. We're eating right now."
The stranger suddenly realized how hungry he was, not having eaten any dinner at all due to his lack of speed in his chores. He nodded and stepped inside.
"What's your name?" Malik asked him.
"Bakhe," replied the stranger.
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They entered the dining room, and everyone grew silent upon seeing the new stranger.
"Hah! I win the bet! Tea did come with a stranger to stay the night after all!" Ishitsu said, acting very unlike herself.
"That ain't fair, Ishitsu, you got to see ahead of time!" Joey had somehow made his way to the table while Tea and Malik were gone.
"Who is that?" asked Yami.
"He says his name is Bakhe. He has nothing to do with me, in case you're wondering about the hood." Malik explained.
"That's not enough information. I want to know more about him." Yami Bakura said, sitting up in his couch. "What's your name?"
Malik looked puzzled. "My name is Malik."
"Not you, you blockhead. We went through that already, and you know I don't care whether your name was Malik or Terrence or Heather." He sleepily jerked his head toward Bakhe's direction. "I meant him."
Now Bakhe was the one who looked puzzled. "I already said, my name is Bakhe."
"No, you idiot! Remove your cloak and tell us your full name!" Yami Bakura half-shrieked.
"My full name." Bakhe said, removing his cloak to reveal long, white hair and big, brown, innocent eyes and pale skin. ".is Bakhe Bakura."
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Sorry if you thought I did, I don't. I don't own the Ishtal's family line, and I don't own Malik's clothing, and I don't own any Egyptian walls at all. I definitely do not own Shadi or any of his nighttime routines.
Man, that was a long disclaimer.
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Chapter Twelve: The Identity is Revealed
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"Sii! Please get off me!" Yugi tried unsuccessfully to get the little girl off his back. "You couldn't have missed me that much."
Sii was now hugging him so tight that Yami could see Yugi's face turn blue. He quickly took control to stop further damage.
Sii noticed the change. "Hey! Give Yugi back!" Of course, she didn't really expect Yami to just hand Yugi back over, but she tried anyway. Yami's response surprised her.
Yami tackled her and wrung his hands around her neck, trying to strangle her. "No, YOU give YAMI SII back before I strangle you!"
"She's only twelve years old." Sii choked out.
"So? YOU love YUGI!!! Yugi is FIFTEEN years old, and YOU are only twelve! Yami Sii is almost as old as I!" Yami yelled, strangling Sii some more.
"Fine, fine, I'll." Sii let Yami Sii take control so that she wouldn't be killed by Yami.
Yami smiled and let go. "There, that wasn't too hard, wasn't it?"
Yami Sii held her neck and began coughing. "Yes, it was. Sii and I almost died."
"Oh, um.oops." Yami said, intelligently.
"Will you stop this already? This is getting ridiculous. I can't believe you, Yami. You aren't supposed to love anyone besides Tea, and you probably do not like her that way at all."
Yami's face twisted into a look that was probably stolen from Yami Bakura. "You mean, I'm supposed to love that b***h? She's disgusting! I hate her!"
Yami Sii was taken aback. Hate Tea? Love me? What has Yami been smoking? She answered the last question by herself. He's been smoking Tea's love potion.
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"Hey. I'm sorry about your condition. I didn't mean it." Tea walked into Bakura's room and put a wet towel on Yami Bakura's head. He'd been tossing and turning for three nights now, and he still hasn't woken up. What is wrong with him?
"You know what, I've been wondering the some thing." Yugi said, entering the room. "Do you have any idea what's wrong with him?"
Tea was surprised at Yugi's comment. "How-" she stopped when she noticed the Millennium Eye glittering in Yugi's hand. Duh, stupid, she thought to herself.
"Well, my guess would be, Yami and Bakura haven't had any strong emotions of love for about five thousand years, and now they've been suddenly jerked into very strong love. All that emotion probably blew out their minds for a while, and Yami recovered before Bakura did because he's been caring for you all this time-"
She was rudely interrupted by Yugi. "You mean to say that the same thing happened to Yami?"
Tea slowly nodded.
"How could you?! How could you let such a horrible thing happen to Yami?!? How could you?!?!" Yugi screamed at Tea, shaking her by her collar.
"Oh, so what am I, chopped liver?" a weak voice coughed out. Yugi and Tea turned toward the voice and discovered Yami Bakura as the source. His face was wet from sweating, and his eyelids were too heavy for him to lift. It was a blessing to him that he was still able to talk.
".I didn't know you were awake." Yugi said, rather plainly.
"How could anyone stay asleep with you yelling your head off at Tea?" was Yami Bakura's rough reply.
"Oh.sorry to bother you." Tea said, preparing to leave.
"Yugi, scram." Yami Bakura hissed at Yugi.
Yugi went out of the room, muttering something about irresponsible party hostesses.
"Okay, bye..I guess." Tea walked towards the door.
"No."
Tea turned around, surprised. "W-what?"
"Please.stay." Yami Bakura's voice became weaker. He went back to sleep.
Must have mistaken me for someone else, Tea thought, leaving the room.
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"Hey, sis, want more ice cream?" Malik asked.
"Yes, chocolate please." Ishitsu was beginning to enjoy this. Malik was willing to do whatever she wanted him to do.
Malik brought the ice cream. "Caramel?" He asked, offering the bottle.
"Yes, please." Malik poured caramel on her ice cream until she told him to stop.
"Thank you."
"Anytime, sis. Whatever you wish." Malik said, a big grin on his face.
That is NOT like the Malik I know. This is really crazy, Ishitsu thought. I wonder if anyone else thinks people are acting a little different.
"Stop it, Yami! You're acting so weird, it's scaring me!" came a scream.
Nevermind, thought Ishitsu.
She looked down and was surprised to find Malik curled up on her lap, cute as a kitten. She smiled.
This is like the Malik I knew. the one that died when he was ten. she stopped to think about those times.
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"Wah! I don't want to have my back carved!" a young ten-year-old Malik cried. "Why do I have to do it? WHY?!?"
"Shh, don't cry, Malik. When it's all over, Rishid and I will take you to the world above. How does that sound?" a younger Ishitsu said, stroking young Malik's hair.
Malik stops crying and looks up at his sister. "You-*sniff* you'll really do that- for me? *sniff*" he stammered.
Ishitsu smiled cheerfully. "Of course. If it'll make you follow our family tradition and allow father to carve your back."
Malik dried his tears. "I-I'll try my best. Okay, sis? Then you'll take me outside, right?"
Ishitsu held out her little finger. "Pinky promise?"
Malik laughed. "Pinky promise." He went and hugged her. "I love you, sis."
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Ishitsu sighed at the happy memory. It was one of the last happy memory she had of Malik, for soon after they returned from the outside world, they found Rishid being punished by their father with a heated knife. Malik had gotten furious, thus had awakened an unknown being, an unknown monster inside him that skinned their father's back alive, thus killing him. That had been one of the saddest memories Ishitsu could remember. And, to make things worse, the normal Malik never acted the same again after that incident. He used to seek vengeance a lot, nearly killing the legendary Millennium Pharaoh, Yami, in the process. She really had missed the sweet friendly Malik she once knew.
And now she had him.
She wanted these moments to last forever.
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"Hey, Tristan! Pass the soda!" Joey hollered from across the room. Tristan tossed the can to him and almost hit his face. "Hey, ow! Next time, ya could do wit a little aimin', ya know!" Joey said, rubbing the side of his head. "Dat hurt a ton."
"Yeah, well, next time you should try to catch it, you know? The basic concept? Throw, catch?"
"Yeah, well I tried ta catch it, but your dumb aim was too sleazy. It was your fault!"
"Was not!"
"Was too!"
"Was not!"
"Was too!"
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At dinner, everyone except Joey, Tristan and Yami Bakura (who weren't there) and Mai (because Joey wasn't around) sat next to their lovers. Mai just shrugged and took a seat.
They were busy eating and chatting (and, in Yami Sii's case, throwing food at Yami to stop him from hugging her yet again) in a very short time, and the food was delicious. (except for the ones on the floor, suspiciously littered around Yami's chair.)
Yami Bakura staggered into the room.
Tea got up to help him. "You shouldn't be out of bed if you can't even walk, Bakura. It's bad for you."
Yami Bakura smiled at her. "I do what I want." His eyes were barely half open.
He asked for a sofa to lie in, so Tea pulled up a sofa into the dining room and let him lie in it. "Aren't you hungry?"
He nodded. "I have been for quite a while. How long was I in bed?"
"Three nights."
He closed his eyes and chuckled. "Huh. No wonder I'm so hungry. Just for the sake of my health, I'll eat something cooked." He told Tea, accepting the piece of cooked beef that she gave him.
In the middle of the meal, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" Tea hurriedly put her napkin down on her chair and went to open the door for the unexpected visitor.
Seconds later, everyone could hear her yelling, "Malik! I need you here!"
"Mmm?" Malik sleepily got out of his chair (he had been sleeping on Ishitsu's lap) and walked to the door.
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"What do you need?" Malik asked Tea when he reached the front door.
"I think one of your Rare Hunters decided to have a visit." Tea said, pointing to the hooded figure in front of the doorstep.
"That's funny. I thought I got rid of them all." Malik said, studying the cloak. "But this one is wearing the exact same one Rishid used to wear. It has a small bloodstain on the left side of the hood where his tattoo leaked a long time ago. I don't think that Rare Hunter cloak is fake."
The figure put his hand- or, rather, the sleeve, because the cloak seemed too big for him- to the left side of the hood.
The cloak was, in fact, so big for him, that the only part of this stranger showing was from his nose to his chin. Which didn't really help identify his identity.
"C-can I have a place to stay? I need a place to spend the night, and I don't want to sleep outside with the water falling from the sky. It's so freaky. There's water falling from the sky! Doesn't that scare you?" The hooded stranger asked.
Okay, this is definitely not one of my Rare Hunters. They knew what rain was, Malik thought to himself.
"Of course you can stay! If you need a place that badly! All our rooms are full, but I think we'll be able to manage." Tea told the stranger. "Please, join us in dinner. We're eating right now."
The stranger suddenly realized how hungry he was, not having eaten any dinner at all due to his lack of speed in his chores. He nodded and stepped inside.
"What's your name?" Malik asked him.
"Bakhe," replied the stranger.
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They entered the dining room, and everyone grew silent upon seeing the new stranger.
"Hah! I win the bet! Tea did come with a stranger to stay the night after all!" Ishitsu said, acting very unlike herself.
"That ain't fair, Ishitsu, you got to see ahead of time!" Joey had somehow made his way to the table while Tea and Malik were gone.
"Who is that?" asked Yami.
"He says his name is Bakhe. He has nothing to do with me, in case you're wondering about the hood." Malik explained.
"That's not enough information. I want to know more about him." Yami Bakura said, sitting up in his couch. "What's your name?"
Malik looked puzzled. "My name is Malik."
"Not you, you blockhead. We went through that already, and you know I don't care whether your name was Malik or Terrence or Heather." He sleepily jerked his head toward Bakhe's direction. "I meant him."
Now Bakhe was the one who looked puzzled. "I already said, my name is Bakhe."
"No, you idiot! Remove your cloak and tell us your full name!" Yami Bakura half-shrieked.
"My full name." Bakhe said, removing his cloak to reveal long, white hair and big, brown, innocent eyes and pale skin. ".is Bakhe Bakura."
