Okay, twice now I've been informed that "baisse moi" is not actually kiss me, but... something else *WINK WINK* so, sorry for that mistake and thanks for pointing it out, but I *really* can't be bothered fixing it. I don't pretend to be amazing at languages, that's my cousin, the cow... Just blame ABC kids, as I picked it up from a kids' show called 'George and Martha'. Dirty Hippos.
Oh, and Happy Easter for Sunday! Did everyone get sugar highs? Note the biblical joke in the chappie. No offence, anyone. But our school was forced into watching the gore fest that was 'The Passion', and some things stuck.
Disclaimer: I really, really admire people who can come up with an inventive way of saying they don't own Yu-Gi-Oh every single chapter. Because I can't. Does anyone ever actually *read* Disclaimers, anyway?
Chapter 35: It's My Life (by no doubt, *not* bon jovi)
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"I'm going to die?"
"Not necessarily," Malik stated matter-of-factly. "You could always do your save-the-world thing. Jump on a plane, go to Egypt and seal the Shadow Realm yourself. Simple. Everything goes back to normal. You might even get your powers back. It just might take a few... years."
"Years?"
"Well, these things take time. And then there's fact that the curse also included Bakura's... *collection*, of sorts..."
"What do you mean?" asked Yami, feeling he wasn't exactly getting the better of this conversation, but also feeling slightly too pissed off to care.
"Pharaoh, he was called 'Tomb Robber' for a reason. He robbed tombs for an army. Dark, bitter souls; they envy and despise the living. They *were* trapped in the Shadow Realm. But now, Isis suspects they might have, um, left it."
"Which is why, my Pharaoh, you must once again free the world from evil. It will be perilous."
"Yes, it's becoming terribly cliché, isn't it?" asked Malik, still in good humour. Yami, however, was definitely *not*.
"No."
"I beg your pardon?"
"No," Yami repeated, staring coldly from blood-red eyes. "I won't leave Seto."
"You won't leave him?" asked Isis softly. "Not even to save him?"
"I lose him either way."
"What about Mokuba, then, when his brother dies?" Malik argued, losing his composure. "Or Yugi, when you have the life sucked out of you? Although I suppose it doesn't matter, if you've doomed the world to die, they'll soon follow."
"Oh, so once again it's my friggin' responsibility?" the Pharaoh shouted. "It's not enough that I had to watch my lover die in my arms the first time? Not enough I was torn from my body and locked in a bloody puzzle for 5 millenia? Not enough I had to pull Yugi through Battle City because of you, you sick crazy bastard? Why the hell should I always have to play the fucking Hero?"
"My Pharaoh," Isis sighed. "You are the last crowned King of the Shadows. It is your duty."
Yami shook for a moment, glaring at the brother and sister. When he finally spoke, his voice was seeped in venom. "I quit, then." He turned his back and walked proudly away. The Ishtars watched him go.
"Well, that went better than expected."
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"Katsuya! Are you okay?" screeched Mai, racing over to the injured teenager on the sidelines, followed by many curious gossipers. The fact Jounouchi had a girlfriend - and an *older* one at that - suddenly made him considerably cuter. Oh, the wonder of High School logic.
"I'm fine, Mai." He went to stand, but fell back to the floor with a yelp. "I'm, just, uh, resting."
The coach inspected his right ankle. "It's broken, lad. That be the end o' yer season."
"What? No, it's not broken! I can stand on it, look... OW! shit..." he cursed as he fell for the fourth time.
"Likening yourself to Jesus Christ, now, Jounouchi? I always knew you had a problem with your image, but such an inflated ego is just ridiculous."
"Fuck off, Kaiba."
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Bakura stopped Yami as he wandered miserably back to the stands. "Pharaoh..." he began, the apologetic tone of his voice making Yami look up. "I didn't realise you knew about the curse, and, for what it's worth... I didn't mean it personally."
Yami laughed bitterly. "Living with Ryou hasn't taught you to grovel properly, then? He is far too soft on you."
"He is too smitten by my sexy physique to decline me anything," Bakura grinned. Yami snorted. "Don't push it, Pharaoh. I'm an evil wicked sorceror, remember? And you don't have Shadow Power this time."
"You don't have my Priest hostage, either."
"That bastard? I think he is in need of an introduction to Dark Necrofear, personally." The Tomb Robber rubbed his head for emphasis. There was a large red bump growing nicely on his temple.
"I thought you said he was 'pretty'?"
"Excuse me?"
"In Egypt. You *licked* his cheek."
Bakura remained passive for a moment, before rememberance sparked in deep brown eyes. "Pharaoh, you're obsessive. And you hold grudges far too long. It was all in the pursuit of limitless power and strength. But then, I suppose your taste in men isn't *THAT* bad. He is rich, after all."
Yami's eyes narrowed. "I knew I didn't like you for a reason," he smirked, his features lightening. Then, remembering his conversation with the Ishtars, they dropped again. "I don't blame you for what's happening. Though that's not to say I forgive you, entirely. It's just not *fair*!" he burst in anger.
Bakura watched him silently, and seemed to come to a decision. "Yami... when it comes down to it this is all my fault, and there is no way I can repay you for grievance. But, if you do leave... I'll come with you."
Yami looked up in shock. "What about Ryou?"
"I... love him. I do. But..."
"No." Yami shook his head, spikes flapping. "There is no point in us both losing those we love." His heart ached as he said it. "Besides, I'm *not* leaving Seto."
Bakura looked at him piercingly, wondering who the 5000 year old adolescent thought he was kidding. "Perhaps, Pharaoh, I never gave you the credit you deserved, as a ruler. Good luck."
He left, leaving Yami feeling both transparent and lonely.
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"Gimme a D! Gimme an E! Gimme a V...!"
Otogi watched Shizuka's pleated skirt flap up her thighs as she danced the Devils to victory, licking his lips. Unfortunately for them, though, football isn't about the cheerleading, and Domino were in fact being clobbered. Which, combined with his injury, did not leave Jounouchi in a terribly good mood. Which inevitably led to a fist coming into contact with Otogi's pretty face.
"Keep your filthy paedophile green eyes off my little sister!" he snarled, as Otogi tried, and failed, to fend off his attacker. Kaiba rolled his eyes, but was stopped from making what would undoubtedly have been a very cutting and intelligent remark by the approach of his Pharaoh.
"Yami, are you okay? What did they do to you?" he only half joked, sounding both concerned and protective. Yami died on the outside. His Seto was so... gorgeous.
Yami hitched his mood on the outside. "They tried to molest me," he attempted to laugh.
"How *dare* they? That is *my* job!" He kissed Yami lightly on the lips, before wrapping his arms around the boy.Yami pressed himself against his chest, breathing in the scent of him, wondering how he could possibly ever leave his only love.
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Well... there you go. Everyone has been v. concerned that I'm going to kill someone. I'm not going to kill anyone else - in this series. But I *might* in the sequel to this, 'the Bold and the Restless' coming soon to a fanfiction site near you!
Oh, yes, don't forget the purple button on your way out, please? *puppy eyes*