The Yami Convention 2

*in which Kikai defies the tomb-robber again*

by Rhapsody Moonschild and Tat Claire Kokoro

|~*DISCLAIMER: Yu-Gi-Oh! is the property of Kazuki Takahashi.  It does not belong to Rhapsody Moonschild and/or Tat Claire Kokoro.  "Pika pika" may not be copyrighted, but just in case… Pokemon is not our property either.*~|

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: AGAINST HIS WISHES (by Rhapsody)

Ah, Bakura was finally asleep.  Kikai could hear his deep breathing.  Carefully she removed herself from his grasp and took a long look at the tomb-robber.  He seemed innocent in sleep, at least until he smiled evilly at something in his dream and bared small fangs.

"Die… Yami…" he said in-between snores, and then his face softened once more and he slept quietly.

Kikai giggled.  "Silly Baku-chan…  Or rather, Baka-chan."

For when he had expressly forbidden her from accepting Yami's proposal, something deep within her had immediately decided to defy him.  She wouldn't take orders from her cousin, no matter how kindly he had meant them.  And she loved Yami, she really did.  He would never betray her again.  Her hikari had been right when she had stated that something had to have been wrong with Yami that day.  She wouldn't look back…  Instead she pictured herself in bridal white, and then shook her head.  Nah.  Black was more her style…

She wrote a note to Bakura and then skipped outside, where she immediately ran into Yugi, who was trying to sneak inside.

"Huh…  Kikai?"

"Shh," she replied immediately.  "He's still asleep.  Now come on, we have a Yami to cheer up!"

Yugi gave her a confused look, and then broke into a smile.  Maybe there's hope for Pika Pika and I, after all…  "Let's go!"

Isis had returned to her home to do a bit of magic.  She filled a mixing bowl full of tap water and dyed it a mysterious mossy green with food coloring, and then she gazed into its depths.  It took her a moment to focus because Joun was incessantly rapping at her door, still declaring his love for her in odd moments.  She had the vague idea that something had gone wrong with her love spell, but if what the ice cream shop manager had told her was true, then she could brew another one after she watched Yami's heart be broken.

There…  The water slid into focus and she saw Kikai—running down the sidewalk with little Yugi close behind.  Where was Bakura?  She tuned the glass to the yami and saw him snoring.  She wrinkled her nose in distaste and confusion—why weren't the two together?  Not that she exactly approved of cousin romances, but still…

There was something white in one of Bakura's hands.  It looked like a piece of paper…  She told her glass to zoom in closer so she could read the note.

"Dear Baku-chan,

Thanks for all your loving support.  I'm off to say yes to Yami now, and don't try to stop me.  In fact, judging by how loud you snore, Onii-chan, it will probably be done by the time you're awake.

Love ya,

Kikai ^.~"

"Oh no," Isis breathed.  This would ruin her plan entirely.  Not that she was exactly sure what Kikai was saying yes to, but best to be cautious…  She would brew another potion and get over to that Game Shop in a flash.

She canceled her spell and started gathering ingredients.  "It appeared to Isis that there might be a fatal mistake to her plot—but it wasn't her fault of course.  However, she was sure her lovely Egyptian beauty and sharp intelligence would pull her through this crisis…  Shut up, Joun, or I'll get a restraining order!!!"

"Your sake, Yami," Pika Pika said with a sigh, and handed the dark his beverage.  He gulped it down entirely too quickly and thrust the glass in her direction.  His face was flushed and his eyes slightly unfocused—this was his third drink in almost as many minutes.

"More."

"Yami, I really don't think this will help—"

"More!"

Pika Pika turned to go but he called her back.

"Come here," he commanded in his best pharaoh tone and she obeyed.  He grabbed her hand and examined the ring on it.

"Isn't this—?"

"I found it in Yugi's room," she blushed, "and it says it's for me…  But I don't understand why."

Yami hiccupped.  "Rember—rememer—you know when my life went down the drain?"

He had been telling her when in-between drinks—the second he had bent down on one knee and expected his love returned.  So she ventured that answer.

"Light and dark think alike sometimes…  More sake now!"

She shuffled off to the kitchen, trying to process what Yami had told her.

Yugi wanted to… to marry me too?  Oh dear Hathor,* guide me…

((*Hathor—the Egyptian goddess of love.  Guess Kikai had taught Pika Pika something about her culture…))

Kikai beat on the door of the game shop with passionate desperation.

"Yami, it's me, let me in!!!"

Yugi grabbed her arm.  "Chill, Kikai, I have a key!"

He unlocked the door and let her in, then came in himself, having no idea how this craziness would end up…

You are Malik, are you not?

The tan blonde looked up in surprise.  Who was disturbing him?  He was on his day off of evil, tanning (how else does he get that perfect skin?) on a beach not too far from Yugi's hometown.

"Who're there?" he asked, still not seeing the speaker.  One fanged smile and subtle threats about his Millennium Rod had driven all other beach-goers at least half a mile down the beach both ways.  After all, an ancient spirit deserves his privacy.

I am.  I'd like to talk to you.

"Dammit, show yourself!" Malik hissed, annoyed.  This had better be good…

Look left.

Malik removed his sunglasses and looked to the left of his towel.  There was a—dog—there?  It blinked its slanted violet eyes and grinned a doggy grin.

"This isn't funny," Malik said.  He put his sunglasses back on and returned to tanning.  The dog immediately jumped up on his stomach, knocking the wind out of him.  When Malik could speak again, he cursed the animal, who took it calmly, well calmly as one would think from judging his doggy expression anyway.

No, actually I am a male dog.  But that's not important.  Listen, I want to borrow the Millennium Rod.

Malik told the dog to do something rude and turned over.  It came over and licked his face.  Nasty!

Let me explain…