Hey! I bought two books today. It's the life of Cleopatra! Yay! She was
amazing! She lived from 69 to 30 before Christ and she ruled upper AND
lower Egypt from 51-30. That means she was only eighteen when she got on
the throne! "Her" goddess was Isis. Cleopatra was the last queen of Egypt.
She's some kind of idol to me.
To Lee-chan: Yep, you WILL find out this time. I hope you don't hate me afterwards *gulps*
To pocketfirefairy: *sniggers* I'm sorry! Here are the Ishtars again.
To Molly-chan: *sniggers even harder* I'm on caffeine high from Pepsi! Yay! Keep giving me ideas ^-^
To little-kat-girl: *hugs you* Of course I forgive you ^-^ What kind of person would I be if I don't?
Bakura: Arrogant, selfish, cold, heartless, all the things I am too.
Voice: Uh. . . okay. I may be like him *glares at Bakura* But NOT to my reviewers! Got that?
Bakura: Whatever you say, Cliffie Queen. *turns away*
Voice: Don't you go sarcastic on me!!!
To Fluffy: Yesss ^-^ I don't think well of those great friendship-rants either (since I'm not even friendly), so I got simply rid of them *grins* Seeing a pissed Anzu is fun.
To GraveRobbers Aman: Uh, after this chapter, Mariku's hair will always smell nice, I guess. . . *hugs*
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Mariku's POV
Clawed paws are bad, I guessed. A creature unable to permeate its claws is a permanent hunter. And a hunter which is as tall and wide as the corridor I could walk straight in is as twice as bad. Not to mention that it came towards us.
I had been sceptical when there were nearly immortal alligators in the tomb lair's lake. Now I was simply afraid. I couldn't kill it, as Isis said, but it could kill me; bad. Just bad. Damn Kaiba, couldn't he think of that before he sent us here?
Now I had an older sister next to me who was staring frantically into the darkness, and a terrified younger brother clutching my arm. My hand went numb.
"We. . . should get out.", Isis stated. Damn clever girl, my sister is, ne? "Then let's go", I growled, grabbed her wrist and pulled her and Malik with me towards the corridor we came from. The rod I took earlier was in my back pocket and Isis had the necklace around her neck. Her eyes had been slightly hazed since she wore it.
Maybe it wasn't a good idea to come here and rob the tomb within the pyramid. And it was a bad idea when Isis stopped dead before we reached the exit. I glared at her. Didn't she know something absolutely deathly was following us?!
"It's no use in running. It'll only get us faster if we do."
"What the hell are you talking about?!", I growled at her. Don't get me wrong, of course I love her, but this was a special situation and I had to calm my nerves. She looked up at me with these eerie hazed blue eyes. "Don't run away from something immortal. It'll get it's attention."
"We already have its attention!"
She just shook her head softly. It made me even angrier. "Well, stay or don't, but I'm not letting Malik being killed!"
That somehow snapped he rout of it. Her eyes became clear and she frowned. "Alright with me. But if it really wanna get us, it will."
And then, as if Isis' words had been the trigger, hell came over us. The creature had left the corridor with the same unnerving sounds of scratching and now lingered in the darkness behind us. I looked down as Malik clutched my arm harder. Even with his tan he was pale, drawing blood from my arm with his fingernails and stared into the darkness wide-eyed. I let go of Isis' wrist and ran my fingers through his hair soothingly. Hey, even I can be nice!
"What is it, shrimp?", I asked him lovingly. He just pointed behind me, and though an inner voice told me not to turn around, I did. I immediately wished I hadn't.
If you ever thought of me or Bakura being the incarnation of darkness, you never saw what I had to see back then.
A huge body of a lion.
Pitch-black, silky shining pelt.
Large leathery wings, erupting from broad, muscular shoulders.
And an ancient, human face.
Everything on this creature seemed to be muscles, claws or teeth. Its paws were as big as my head. And it smiled. Smiled a knowing, ancient, cruel smile. I felt cold.
Next to me, Isis whispered some Egyptian words which could be easily translated with 'Sphinx'. That thing might look like a Sphinx, but it sure wasn't one.
It was a chimaera, one of the most powerful and cruellest tomb keepers the ancient high priests could create in unison. And from what I knew about ancient history it was evil. Cruel. Deathly dangerous. And it would never give up until his prey was dead. Isis once told me what could kill it; but my mind was blank, as was hers.
Malik yelped softly when the chimaera came towards us slowly, claws scratching through golden sand on hard stone. Ever so slowly I wrapped an arm around Isis' waist for she was stunned. Then I backed away with my siblings, not losing eye contact with the creature. It would jump as soon as I looked away.
Different scenarios played inside my head as my mind worked feverishly; Isis' beautiful body being ripped apart, Malik's bright hair stained with blood, both of them gone because I couldn't stand staring into these kinda beautiful poison green demon's eyes anymore.
I felt my brother fiddle on my belt nervously; I knew he was searching for any kind of weapon. My fingers slowly, carefully intertwined with his to stop him from doing something terribly stupid.
Then Isis ripped her gaze away from the chimaera abruptly, and I could shove them out of the way before the now much faster creature could get them for it had jumped. I was being thrown onto the ground, with heavy paws lying on my shoulders. Just one thought lived in my mind that very moment; 'Just have its attention until Isis and Malik are out of here'.
The chimaera still smiled down at me. I doubted it could give another expression, for it was made like this. It brought its fangs onto my throat. I turned my head the slightest bit just to see Isis and Malik staring at me, shock all written over their faces, the golden rod lying about an arm length away from me. Slowly I grabbed it, didn't want to get the chimaeras angrier than it was, and held it out towards Malik.
"Take it and get out of here." My voice was barely a whisper.
Everything that brought attention to them was forbidden now. Malik shook his head like he was in trance, and I glared.
"Take it!"
Again, he refused, and I sighed inwardly. He hadn't shown off earlier in his life, he always did what I told him, so why did he refuse now? Could it be because he didn't want me to die? Stupid boy. Playing the hero isn't his part. I cast a glance at the chimaera which merely sniffed at my throat.
"Take it, Malik!!"
He flinched; how long had it been since I called him that? Anyways, he approached me carefully, and took the rod.
The second his and my fingers were on the rod in unison, the item began to glow dully. Sending out a low light, I felt like falling into a bottomless pit. It glowed even brighter when the chimaeras buried its teeth into my throat and its claws into my chest. Id didn't have the chance to tell them how much I loved them. . .
Isis screamed as I felt the urge to cough and felt warm liquid ran out of the corner of my mouth over my chin. I saw the tears that stood in Malik's eyes; and the first time in my life, I smiled at him. Smiled at him with all the love I had for him, for Isis, for Bakura, for. . . Anzu. And I let go of the rod. I didn't feel my hand when it dropped on the ground while the chimaera licked my throat eagerly, drinking as much of my blood as it could.
"Run."
I nearly was ashamed how broken my voice sounded, strangled, dry, though my throat was full of liquid which left me choking. I never thought pain could be that painful. Not only my body ached, my heart felt broken and light at once. Broken for I hadn't enough strength to tell them my feelings, light because of I knew they were going to live.
Malik and Isis ran, and the chimaeras leapt behind them, leaving my dying body alone. For the first time in my life two single tears escaped my eyes when I closed them forever.
I didn't know why, but my siblings found the exit much faster than they had found the lair. The chimaera was rather slow within the narrow corridor, but I knew they felt its hot breath in their necks as long as they ran. The creature exploded into thousand pieces of black stone it was made of as the sun touched him.
And with the sun setting behind the pyramids, my beloved siblings sank down into the sand, sobbing and embracing each other.
How I do know?
My soul lived within the golden rod since then.
They'll never be alone.
*~*
T.T How could I. . . ? I killed Mariku's body!! *slaps herself*
Mariku: T.T
Anzu: What did you mean with "for. . . Anzu"?
Voice: That he loves you in his own way?
Anzu&Mariku: O.O Oh.
Voice: -.- review please.
To Lee-chan: Yep, you WILL find out this time. I hope you don't hate me afterwards *gulps*
To pocketfirefairy: *sniggers* I'm sorry! Here are the Ishtars again.
To Molly-chan: *sniggers even harder* I'm on caffeine high from Pepsi! Yay! Keep giving me ideas ^-^
To little-kat-girl: *hugs you* Of course I forgive you ^-^ What kind of person would I be if I don't?
Bakura: Arrogant, selfish, cold, heartless, all the things I am too.
Voice: Uh. . . okay. I may be like him *glares at Bakura* But NOT to my reviewers! Got that?
Bakura: Whatever you say, Cliffie Queen. *turns away*
Voice: Don't you go sarcastic on me!!!
To Fluffy: Yesss ^-^ I don't think well of those great friendship-rants either (since I'm not even friendly), so I got simply rid of them *grins* Seeing a pissed Anzu is fun.
To GraveRobbers Aman: Uh, after this chapter, Mariku's hair will always smell nice, I guess. . . *hugs*
*~*
Mariku's POV
Clawed paws are bad, I guessed. A creature unable to permeate its claws is a permanent hunter. And a hunter which is as tall and wide as the corridor I could walk straight in is as twice as bad. Not to mention that it came towards us.
I had been sceptical when there were nearly immortal alligators in the tomb lair's lake. Now I was simply afraid. I couldn't kill it, as Isis said, but it could kill me; bad. Just bad. Damn Kaiba, couldn't he think of that before he sent us here?
Now I had an older sister next to me who was staring frantically into the darkness, and a terrified younger brother clutching my arm. My hand went numb.
"We. . . should get out.", Isis stated. Damn clever girl, my sister is, ne? "Then let's go", I growled, grabbed her wrist and pulled her and Malik with me towards the corridor we came from. The rod I took earlier was in my back pocket and Isis had the necklace around her neck. Her eyes had been slightly hazed since she wore it.
Maybe it wasn't a good idea to come here and rob the tomb within the pyramid. And it was a bad idea when Isis stopped dead before we reached the exit. I glared at her. Didn't she know something absolutely deathly was following us?!
"It's no use in running. It'll only get us faster if we do."
"What the hell are you talking about?!", I growled at her. Don't get me wrong, of course I love her, but this was a special situation and I had to calm my nerves. She looked up at me with these eerie hazed blue eyes. "Don't run away from something immortal. It'll get it's attention."
"We already have its attention!"
She just shook her head softly. It made me even angrier. "Well, stay or don't, but I'm not letting Malik being killed!"
That somehow snapped he rout of it. Her eyes became clear and she frowned. "Alright with me. But if it really wanna get us, it will."
And then, as if Isis' words had been the trigger, hell came over us. The creature had left the corridor with the same unnerving sounds of scratching and now lingered in the darkness behind us. I looked down as Malik clutched my arm harder. Even with his tan he was pale, drawing blood from my arm with his fingernails and stared into the darkness wide-eyed. I let go of Isis' wrist and ran my fingers through his hair soothingly. Hey, even I can be nice!
"What is it, shrimp?", I asked him lovingly. He just pointed behind me, and though an inner voice told me not to turn around, I did. I immediately wished I hadn't.
If you ever thought of me or Bakura being the incarnation of darkness, you never saw what I had to see back then.
A huge body of a lion.
Pitch-black, silky shining pelt.
Large leathery wings, erupting from broad, muscular shoulders.
And an ancient, human face.
Everything on this creature seemed to be muscles, claws or teeth. Its paws were as big as my head. And it smiled. Smiled a knowing, ancient, cruel smile. I felt cold.
Next to me, Isis whispered some Egyptian words which could be easily translated with 'Sphinx'. That thing might look like a Sphinx, but it sure wasn't one.
It was a chimaera, one of the most powerful and cruellest tomb keepers the ancient high priests could create in unison. And from what I knew about ancient history it was evil. Cruel. Deathly dangerous. And it would never give up until his prey was dead. Isis once told me what could kill it; but my mind was blank, as was hers.
Malik yelped softly when the chimaera came towards us slowly, claws scratching through golden sand on hard stone. Ever so slowly I wrapped an arm around Isis' waist for she was stunned. Then I backed away with my siblings, not losing eye contact with the creature. It would jump as soon as I looked away.
Different scenarios played inside my head as my mind worked feverishly; Isis' beautiful body being ripped apart, Malik's bright hair stained with blood, both of them gone because I couldn't stand staring into these kinda beautiful poison green demon's eyes anymore.
I felt my brother fiddle on my belt nervously; I knew he was searching for any kind of weapon. My fingers slowly, carefully intertwined with his to stop him from doing something terribly stupid.
Then Isis ripped her gaze away from the chimaera abruptly, and I could shove them out of the way before the now much faster creature could get them for it had jumped. I was being thrown onto the ground, with heavy paws lying on my shoulders. Just one thought lived in my mind that very moment; 'Just have its attention until Isis and Malik are out of here'.
The chimaera still smiled down at me. I doubted it could give another expression, for it was made like this. It brought its fangs onto my throat. I turned my head the slightest bit just to see Isis and Malik staring at me, shock all written over their faces, the golden rod lying about an arm length away from me. Slowly I grabbed it, didn't want to get the chimaeras angrier than it was, and held it out towards Malik.
"Take it and get out of here." My voice was barely a whisper.
Everything that brought attention to them was forbidden now. Malik shook his head like he was in trance, and I glared.
"Take it!"
Again, he refused, and I sighed inwardly. He hadn't shown off earlier in his life, he always did what I told him, so why did he refuse now? Could it be because he didn't want me to die? Stupid boy. Playing the hero isn't his part. I cast a glance at the chimaera which merely sniffed at my throat.
"Take it, Malik!!"
He flinched; how long had it been since I called him that? Anyways, he approached me carefully, and took the rod.
The second his and my fingers were on the rod in unison, the item began to glow dully. Sending out a low light, I felt like falling into a bottomless pit. It glowed even brighter when the chimaeras buried its teeth into my throat and its claws into my chest. Id didn't have the chance to tell them how much I loved them. . .
Isis screamed as I felt the urge to cough and felt warm liquid ran out of the corner of my mouth over my chin. I saw the tears that stood in Malik's eyes; and the first time in my life, I smiled at him. Smiled at him with all the love I had for him, for Isis, for Bakura, for. . . Anzu. And I let go of the rod. I didn't feel my hand when it dropped on the ground while the chimaera licked my throat eagerly, drinking as much of my blood as it could.
"Run."
I nearly was ashamed how broken my voice sounded, strangled, dry, though my throat was full of liquid which left me choking. I never thought pain could be that painful. Not only my body ached, my heart felt broken and light at once. Broken for I hadn't enough strength to tell them my feelings, light because of I knew they were going to live.
Malik and Isis ran, and the chimaeras leapt behind them, leaving my dying body alone. For the first time in my life two single tears escaped my eyes when I closed them forever.
I didn't know why, but my siblings found the exit much faster than they had found the lair. The chimaera was rather slow within the narrow corridor, but I knew they felt its hot breath in their necks as long as they ran. The creature exploded into thousand pieces of black stone it was made of as the sun touched him.
And with the sun setting behind the pyramids, my beloved siblings sank down into the sand, sobbing and embracing each other.
How I do know?
My soul lived within the golden rod since then.
They'll never be alone.
*~*
T.T How could I. . . ? I killed Mariku's body!! *slaps herself*
Mariku: T.T
Anzu: What did you mean with "for. . . Anzu"?
Voice: That he loves you in his own way?
Anzu&Mariku: O.O Oh.
Voice: -.- review please.
