Everything

By: ChocolateEclar

Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or anything that has to do with the anime/manga.

Claimer: I fully own Ichidou Yachitose and her family, Mrs. Suteki Iyashii, Suteki's deceased father and mother, Ryougi, Karei, Sumizome, Komayaka Mada-Tafunesu, Ke-ki and her gang, Miss Jishi, Nenriki "Riki," Tomobito, Kurisutaru "Kuri" Susume, Nekura Kyouran, Neferetiabet, Miw-sher, and Great Wife Netikerty. Please don't use any of them in any form without my permission.

To Yami's-Girl: I'm soooooo glad you reviewed! I was feeling neglected. *laughs* Iyami is my yami/one of my muses. Her name means disagreeableness, gaudiness, and sarcasm, which is something she's very good at. I hope you enjoy this chapter! It's for you and Blank.

To Blank: Whoa! That's a lot of compliments. *blushes* ^__^ This chapter is for you and Yami's-Girl.

Duel Fourteen: Curiosity Killed the Neko

It was blue, flowery, rectangular, and Ichidou was looking at it strangely.

"Are we going to go?" Yami asked, smirking.

"I guess so. What's this about though?" Ichidou questioned, pointing towards a part of the invitation from Anzu Mutou that stated:

All other moderately reasonable people who have dealed with the Millennium Items are invited including the holders and friends.

"It means even Seto Kaiba is probably invited. Perhaps even previous holders of Items such as Isis Ishtar as well," Yami answered.

"Hmm, alright then. Do you think we should go?"

"I would like to," Yami replied.

"Well, okay. We'll go then," Ichidou said.

"Very well," said the Pharaoh, settling in his soul room.

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Ichidou snatched a raven-black, sleeveless shirt from her closet and set it on her bed with a pair of black jeans. It was comfortable and more her style than the things she wore on the weekdays. Still, she felt as if her darker half had probably influenced the black attire. She put them on and fastened a nearly full charm bracelet on each of her wrists. Little silver charms clinked as she moved. There was a little shoe with her name and birthday written in hiragana on the bottom and a tiny pen. There was even more ornaments ranging from a miniture purse to various animals. Ichidou had been collecting them since she'd been little and received atleast one charm every birthday. Her newest one was a little Eye of Horus she'd bought herself a few weeks before. She smiled at that particular charm before grabbing the Millennium Puzzle off her dresser. She then went into the bathroom and put on a light layer of green eye shadow to match her eyes and a bit of pale pink lip-gloss. 

"I'll bet I'm the youngest person there," Ichidou remarked. "Come to think of it, when it comes to souls you'll probably be the oldest, Yami."

"Hai, but I wager Ryou Bakura and his yami will be there as well," Yami commented.

"Yea, well, you ready to go?"

"Hai," said Yami.

"Then let's get a move on," Ichidou chuckled at his puzzled look. "What haven't heard that expression? Yugi never use it?"

Yami shook his head and watched as his aibou bounded down the stairs. "Ja ne, 'Kaasan!" she shouted.

"Have fun, Ichi," Kyouko called back. "Sayonara!"

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"Ooi, Ichidou, Yami!" said the party hostess, smiling. Anzu was adorned in a knee-length sea-green dress with little sparkling stud earrings. She shook Ichidou's hand before turning to the next guests, an elderly couple. "Jou! Mai!" Anzu greeted them with a grin.

Jounouchi Katsuya had similar hair he'd had in his youth, but now it had a stark gray pigment. His wife, on the hand, had a full head of thick golden locks. Both were lean and taller, and Ichidou felt more dwarfed than usual beside them. Jou had his hands in his jean pockets and was chatting casually with Anzu with a few comments from Mai thrown in. Most of her attention was on the youngest members of the invited. So this was the girl Anzu had told her about… Only a little taller than Yugi had been at her age, Ichidou was built in a wiry fashion.

Ichidou decided she had eavesdropped enough, and, with a blush, she continued into the parlor. She recognized only one of the people already seated in the room. He was talking with a slightly younger man with long black, gray-streaked hair by the mantel over the fireplace. Ichidou stepped towards him, and, ever vigilant, Seto Kaiba noticed her immediately. It was hard not to when you're surrounded by so much age and then a youth steps in.

"Mr. Kaiba," said Ichidou politely.

"Ah, Miss Yachitose," drawled Seto.

"Hi, I'm Mokuba Kaiba," said the other man, extending his hand towards Ichidou. She shook it and smiled. "Dochirahe?*" Mokuba continued. (A/N: Dochirahe=How are you?)

"Daijoubu. Arigatou. And you?" Ichidou queried.

"I'm fine," Mokuba said as Mai, Jou, and three other figures entered the room.

"The Ishtars and Rishid," Yami informed his aibou.

"Hmm," muttered Ichidou, watching the three Egyptians enter. Isis was clothed all in white with kohl circling her piercing blue eyes Egyptian style. Her hair was long and gray and pooled over her shoulders.

Beside Isis was Malik, robed in purple and gray. His pale white hair was a sharp contrast to his tan skin. To his left was Rishid, the hair at the very back of his head was still in a ponytail, but now it was gray. He looked formidable to Ichidou with the long tattoo down one side of his face. All three were tan and wrinkled, but otherwise in fairly good health.

Isis made her way immediately towards them and the two men followed after a word between them. "Ah, if it isn't Seto and Mokuba Kaiba," said Isis grandly. "And you must be Ichidou Yachitose," she added, smiling kindly at the ti-n'e-ja.

"Hai," answered Ichidou. "And you must be Isis Ishtar."

"That would be correct," replied Isis. "The Pharaoh told you I presume." It certainly didn't seem like a question to Ichidou. 'Isis,' she realized, 'is a reincarnation of the only priestess back in the palace in Ancient Egypt.'

Yami nodded from his place beside Ichidou who jumped. "Jeez, don't sneak up on me like that."

"Come now," Yami said lightheartedly. "You could have easily sensed my presence if you'd been paying attention."

"Paying attention?" Ichidou mimicked with a wry twist of her lips. "You are welcome to doing that, but I've got a body to control, remember?"

Meanwhile, Isis asked, "So, how are you and the Pharaoh?" She had tilted her head knowingly at the look in Ichidou's eyes when she talked with Yami.

"Daijoubu," said Ichidou. "It was strange at first…naturally, but after awhile I got used to it." She shrugged and muttered to Yami, "By the way, stop reading my mind. It's annoying."

Yami looked as innocent as a guy with a nagging sly smirk can, which was not very innocent unsurprisingly.

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Presently, Seto Kaiba observed the youngest guest at the gathering. She certainly appeared average enough if you overlooked the strange triangular object dangling from her neck on a thick, metal chain. She also seemed to have decided to wear an excessive amount of black that day. Every once in awhile her green eyes would become glassy before effortlessly returning to normalcy. That, he knew, was when she was chatting with the spirit of the Millennium Puzzle. With his group of friends he'd seen that sort of thing often enough.

At the same time, Ichidou was conversing with the Egyptians, Ryou Bakura (and his yami) and, as Seto still called him though the recipient didn't care anymore, the mutt. It was at that moment that two yami were arguing through their hosts' bodies. Pharaoh and Tomb Robber seemed to be quarrelling over Duel Monster cards. Ryou, Ichidou, and Jou were watching half-amusedly as Yami Bakura told Yami his Black Magician was sissy and womanly.

It was at this point, Ichidou restrained her darker half and said, "Ahem… As I was saying, you asked me what my favorite card is? My faves have always been female spellcasters. To be honest I don't really have a favorite card, but I do like using Dancing Faeries, Black Magician Girl, Dark Elf, and Holy Elf."

"Oh boy, Jou, you just had to bring up Duel Monsters, didn't you?" Anzu queried, hovering behind him.

"Who says it was me?" Jou asked, looking up from his slouched position on the couch across from Ichidou.

"Because I doubt this subject comes up that typically nowadays unless there's an old champ with a big mouth around," Anzu pointed out.

"Ah, you got me there, Anzu," said Jou, grinning.

Ichidou smiled and asked, "Do you have a favorite card, Anzu?"

"Saint Magician," said Anzu, smiling.

"That's like the second weakest monster, Anzu," muttered Jounouchi.

"You'd be surprised what some weak monsters can do." Anzu grinned and added, "Like Kuribo. Right, Seto?"

Seto ignored her as Jou snickered.

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'It just isn't a good idea to put two yami in the same room together… That's the moral of today,' Ichidou thought as she watched Yami and Bakura bicker. She giggled to herself.

"One of these days, Pharaoh, I'm going to shove-" began Yami Bakura.

"Until then I'll await the day when you gain a conscious, baka."

"Teinousha, I have a conscious," sneered Bakura. "It's called a hikari. I just deliberately ignore it."

"That's enough already!" snapped Ryou. His yami grumbled, but remained silent.

Ichidou smirked and winked at Ryou as she regained control of her body. "Well, this has been fun, but I really gotta go." She stood up and stumbled as she and Ryou both tried to restrain their quarrelsome yami again.

"Yami," she growled as she leaned against Yami's soul room door in an attempt to keep him from "escaping." She dug her heels into the floor harder as another tremor shook the metal door.  "Yami!" she hollered. "Cut it out! We're leaving anyway! Leave Bakura's yami alone!"

And then, suddenly, the door was still. Ichidou held on for a few moments just to make sure her darker half wasn't trying to fool her before letting out a sigh. She opened up the door a crack to see infinite darkness. "Yami?" she called out. "I'm not mad at you if that's what's bothering you. I just don't want you to use my body to fight Yami Bakura when all it'll achieve is hurting Ryou Bakura and, probably, me."

The Pharaoh was nowhere to be found though.

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"They say curiosity killed the neko but this is a bit much," mumbled Ichidou as she hung from a crumbling slab of rock by her fingertips. Her grip was slipping as she attempted to crawl her way back onto firm ground. Upon returning home, she had decided to explore the King of Games' soul chamber since he seemed to have vanished, against her better judgment, only to be trapped. "YAMI!!!" she shrieked. Her upper body strength was sadly lacking, and, as such, she was having great difficulty pulling her full weight up. "If I could just…get my leg…up there…" she panted. She glanced down at the bottomless shadows only to close her eyes quickly and bite her lip so hard it began to bleed. The bitter taste mixed with rising bile made her grimace.

"YAMI!!! I COULD USE SOME HELP HERE!!!"

Silence was all that greeted her.

"YAMI, PLEASE!!!" cried Ichidou as her left hand totally lost its grasp on the stone. She tried to grip with the hand again only to have her right hand slip. She cried out in dismay. She attempted to grab the rock with her left hand again to little avail. She now had both hands clutching the collapsing stone, but both were slipping now. She tried to swing her right leg onto the rock only to loose her right grip and more rock to crumble.

'Argh!' thought Ichidou. 'I'm such an idiot! …Okay, I gotta keep this together. What would get Yami's attention…? I know! Someone trespassing in his soul! Anou, which is exactly what I'm doing, but I doubt he thinks his "little hikari" is much of a threat…Hmm… Ohhh crap!' She cried out again as her left hand began to slip more. She grabbed on with her right hand again.

"Damn Pharaoh…" grumbled Ichidou. "What do I have to do to convince him I'm an intruder in need of assistance?! I could use a real intruder about now…"

It was at that moment that she heard Yami's metal soul room door being thrown off its hinges.

"Kami-sama, I didn't mean that!" screamed Ichidou. "Well, if that doesn't get Yami's attention I dunno what will… Too bad it'll probably cause him to totally forget about me in my predicament over here!!!"

"Right on all accounts, doll," said a low voice above Ichidou. She looked up to see a young man, maybe a year or two older than her, with spiky, black hair.

"Dochirasama?*" Ichidou gulped. She had seen him somewhere, but she couldn't place where. (A/N: Dochirasama=who are you?)

"You can call me, Hasha," replied the guy who was adorned all in black. His tawny eyes were glowing.

"Supreme ruler? I don't think so," growled Ichidou despite her poor position. She had realized where she'd seen him before. He was a senior at a rival school and was on that school's basketball team.

Hasha's eyes flashed and he scowled. A figure quite like someone Ichidou had met that day appeared beside him, and brought his boot down on Ichidou's right hand. Ichidou let out a gasp of pain. The figure was white haired with eyes outlined in black and a golden eye glinting on his forehead.

"Be silent, girl," snarled Yami Malik.

"Where's Yami?!"  yelled Ichidou, gritting her teeth.

"Don't worry," said Hasha. "He's just in the Shadow Realm. You should worry more about yourself."

Ichidou eyes widened as Yami Malik lifted his foot off her hand and Hasha yanked her grip off the stone. He held her by her wrists for an agonizing moment before releasing her into the darkness. Ichidou screamed as the shadows swallowed her whole.

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A/N: So there you have it. *laughs* I would've updated sooner, but until today no one had reviewed the last two chapters. No review. No chapter.

A/N 2: Here's a preview of chapter 15:

Ichidou's now trapped, and continuingly falling through the infinite darkness of Yami's soul. She's in quite a predicament, and her only hope is the Pharaoh himself. Too bad he's rather busy dealing with the intruders, Hasha and Yami Malik (though technically it's Yami Hasha now). With the Millennium Rod, the duo is leading a full-on assault on Yami's soul room. Can Yami defeat the pair? If not, Ichidou's done for… By the way, how did Hasha get the Millennium Rod anyway…?

Stay tuned for "Duel Fifteen!"

A/N 3: Remember to review!!! Sayonara! ^__^