Chinchilla: *Glaring at Treska*
Treska: *Glaring right back.*
Rest of Cast: *Watching in amusement*
Blue: So how long have they been at this?
Yugi: Almost the entire week.
Red: What the hell started this anyway?
Blue: Apparently Treska is considering having one of her reviewers become her new muse. The chinchilla found out.
Yugi: Oh. Well then perhaps we should write this chapter?
Rest of Cast: *Evil grins all around*
Yugi: *Sweat drops* Disclaimers are we don't even own ourselves. Mushiness galore with boys and boys.
Symbols, symbols everywhere and I've lost track of everything.
Marik=Yami
Malik=Hikari (light)
Odion=Rishid
/aibou to yami/
//yami to aibou//
((telepathy))
~ (scene change or POV Change) ~
'Personal Thoughts'
-Accenting something- Stupid italics won't work.
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A woman with raven black hair stood in front of a picture window in the penthouse of an apartment building. Sun kissed skin was a smooth bronze and wrapped in a white cotton dress that was a distinct Egyptian style. While beauty seemed to encase her the image was shattered by the eerie red fire that lit her eyes.
It was those eyes that told of the more powerful presence inhabiting that body. Nizam Ishtar watched the city below, a sneer forming on his stolen face. Turing he stalked back into the room, passing the transparent image of the body he inhabited. The other figure watched; soft brown eyes filled with fear and worry. Encasing her wrists were sturdy chains that dropped to the floor and seemed to disappear as they wound their way to her more solid form.
"Father, please why have you brought us here? Why can you not leave Malik alone?" Ishizu pleaded, her chains making a soft clicking sound.
Nizam turned to the young woman, hate intensifying his burning eyes. "Because -daughter- that brat needs to suffer. He must be punished for what he did to me. Him and that servant of his."
Ishizu slightly recoiled at this, but stood her ground. "Malik has suffered enough. Please let him be."
"No. He must pay. Him and the Pharaoh."
Ishizu was startled at this. Her father had been adamant about following tradition before. Now he was actually thinking about going after Yami? "But why? The Pharaoh has done nothing to you."
"No he hasn't." Nizam smirked at the girl causing her to shudder. "But he has the power to grant me a new body. I will acquire that power and then crush him and anyone else who tries to protect that worthless piece of slime that is my son."
"But how do you know that Malik is even here?" Ishizu asked, hoping that somehow she might be able to trick him into leaving.
"I can feel it. I know the power of the Rod and the very energies of his soul. And nothing will stand in my way." Nizam flipped the page of a very old book in front of him. An insane grin lit his face as he gazed down at the image on the page. "Not even the Guardians."
~ ~ ~(Back in the Rookery sometime the next morning)~ ~ ~
Warm summer air streamed through the open window of a bedroom of the second floor of the Rookery. Two sandy haired figures, limbs entwined, slept on peacefully. The cooing of pigeons was the only sound heard in the room.
Heavy metal music, shrill beeping and several thumps shattered the peace of the morning. The two figures in the bed were jolted awake, staring wildly around as they tried to get their bearings. Stomping from overhead and the distant sound of swearing soon replaced the myriad of alarms. Both teens looked at each other, lilac orbs filled with amusement with a hint of confusion.
Malik chuckled as he started to crawl out of bed. "I guess that's how we know it's time to wake up."
Marik smirked as he watched his hikari stretch. "And just think you slept through three mornings of this."
"Three?" Malik whirled around surprised. "Marik how long was I asleep after Blue freed us?"
"The rest of that night and three more days." Marik's whole demeanor turned a little darker. "Doc was slightly worried that you might not wake up at all."
Malik walked over to his yami and put his hand over Marik's. "It wasn't your fault."
Marik didn't say anything, but he couldn't look Malik in the eye. Maybe it wasn't his fault and maybe he did try everything to help his light. But the darker spirit felt as if he should have been able to do more. Thankfully Malik's stomach growled before the anger in him grew even further.
"Come on koi; let's give that stomach of yours a feed." Marik said, grabbing Malik's hand and headed out the door.
Malik chuckled as his yami dragged him out the door. Of course the chaos that they meet in the hallway made Malik wish they had stayed in the room. Marik however seemed to be used to this madness. Expertly he dodged a very hyperactive Petit with a lumbering Curse in tow. Several teens, only one of which Malik recognized, stumbled by. They were able to make it to the ground floor where they were almost run over by half a dozen small children. Marik had to quickly yank his hikari out of the way as a bear of a man went running after them.
"Is it always like this?" Malik whispered to Marik.
"No sometimes it's worse." A velvet dark voice answered.
The Egyptian teens turned to see a brown haired boy with red on black eyes. Latched around his neck and still snoring was Bakura. Ryou was standing next to them giving them a small smile. Malik took in the entire scene and snorted in amusement.
"Um. . . is he always like that?" Malik pointed to the unaware tomb robber.
Red turned his head slightly and then proceeded to poke Bakura in the forehead. "Are you going to wake up any time soon or am I going to be carrying your lazy ass around all day?"
"Stupid baka let me sleep" Was the mumbled reply.
Ryou just rolled his eyes at his two lovers. "For some reason Bakura likes sleeping that way. Are you two looking for food?"
Malik's stomach quickly voiced its opinion with Marik's joining in. The pair tinted a light red while Red snorted and dragged himself and Bakura off to the dining area. Ryou just shook his head and lead Malik and Marik to where the food was. Malik had to do a double take at all of the food available. However the five spotted Blue sitting near the end of one table and soon joined her.
The raven haired woman however didn't seem to be in a cheerful mood, stabbing her defenseless muffin with her fork repeatedly. After dislodging Bakura, Red sat and also turned grim. "He's here isn't he?"
Blue nodded. "Set got the confirmation early this morning. He's holed up in the Fairview building."
Malik looked between the two and felt his insides turn to ice. "It's my father isn't it?"
Blue nodded again. "I knew it wouldn't take him long to get here. I'm actually surprised he wasn't here sooner."
Marik frowned. "You mean he's only just arrived?"
"Apparently. No hotels checked a room out to a woman fitting Ishizu's description and the manager of that building said that she just bought an apartment late last night."
"We should leave." Malik whispered.
"No." Red and Blue chorused. Malik looked startled at the two and wished he hadn't.
"You're safest here Malik. And don't think about arguing the point. Apparently Odion tried that with Curse and lost the fight. You're staying here and that's final." Red said, his gaze boring into Malik's.
Malik was about to open his mouth to argue when someone else spoke up. "I suggest not trying to argue Malik. These Dragons can be very stubborn."
Malik looked up to see Odion standing across from him. The teen gulped, trying to steady his racing heart. "O. . .Odion."
Odion cringed at the nervous fear in his young master's voice. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to disturb you."
"No, wait. Please stay Odion." Malik blurted out before Odion could even turn away. Unknowingly he tucked himself closer to Marik, seeking the protection of his darker half.
Red, Ryou and Bakura quickly and quietly left the table, knowing their presence might not be wanted. Blue had returned to attacking her muffin and was lost to the rest of the world. Odion was actually glad the Dragon leader had stayed, even if it wasn't mentally. He needed someone who wouldn't judge there.
"Master Malik. I'm sorry I couldn't stop him." Odion couldn't bring himself to look at his young master. "I tried, but he was just to powerful."
"I know you did Odion." Malik whispered, his hands trembling. "And I know that you didn't want anything to do with what he was doing to me. But. . .I just . . ."
Odion looked up at the youth. Malik was looking at him with a mixture of fear, sadness, anger and confusion in his violet eyes. It broke the other man's heart knowing that they might never be able to repair the bond they had with each other. "I understand Master Malik. I will try to stay out of your site."
"No, I don't want that either." Malik shook his head, running nervous fingers through his hair. "I just don't know what's going to happen. But can you do me one thing?"
"Yes anything."
"Please don't call me master. It's just Malik now."
Odion smiled and went to touch Malik's shoulder in gratitude. But the young man shrunk away from him, fear becoming more powerful in his gaze. Odion sat back, hurt and knowing that there was nothing to do to stop it.
A sharp crack and a thump echoed throughout the room. All noise died down as eyes focused on Blue. The gang leader lurched to her feet and stormed off. Malik, Marik and Odion stared at her fork, speared through the blueberry muffin and embedded in the table. The plate broken in half.
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Treska: Uh...tad a?
Audience: *Crickets chirping*
Treska: *Visibly deflates* Okay, so I have no reviewers left.
Blue: *Taps authoress on shoulder.* Hey, there's still Bast4.
Treska: Yes, my loyal reviewer that I'm hoping will allow me to turn into my muse, chinchilla-fied.
Blue: Huh?
Treska: Well you know how everyone turns people into chibis?
Blue: Ya.
Treska: Well I like chinchilla's and I want a Bast4 chinchilla. So Bast4 can I have a chinchilla you?
Blue: Uh...Bast4 has been banned from the computer.
Treska: Okay. *zaps in chinchilla Bast4* There. Now hopefully I haven't insulted my loyal reviewer.
Blue: *Sweat drops* You are insane.
Treska: Yup. Read and Review as always.
Treska: *Glaring right back.*
Rest of Cast: *Watching in amusement*
Blue: So how long have they been at this?
Yugi: Almost the entire week.
Red: What the hell started this anyway?
Blue: Apparently Treska is considering having one of her reviewers become her new muse. The chinchilla found out.
Yugi: Oh. Well then perhaps we should write this chapter?
Rest of Cast: *Evil grins all around*
Yugi: *Sweat drops* Disclaimers are we don't even own ourselves. Mushiness galore with boys and boys.
Symbols, symbols everywhere and I've lost track of everything.
Marik=Yami
Malik=Hikari (light)
Odion=Rishid
/aibou to yami/
//yami to aibou//
((telepathy))
~ (scene change or POV Change) ~
'Personal Thoughts'
-Accenting something- Stupid italics won't work.
* * * * * * * * * * *
A woman with raven black hair stood in front of a picture window in the penthouse of an apartment building. Sun kissed skin was a smooth bronze and wrapped in a white cotton dress that was a distinct Egyptian style. While beauty seemed to encase her the image was shattered by the eerie red fire that lit her eyes.
It was those eyes that told of the more powerful presence inhabiting that body. Nizam Ishtar watched the city below, a sneer forming on his stolen face. Turing he stalked back into the room, passing the transparent image of the body he inhabited. The other figure watched; soft brown eyes filled with fear and worry. Encasing her wrists were sturdy chains that dropped to the floor and seemed to disappear as they wound their way to her more solid form.
"Father, please why have you brought us here? Why can you not leave Malik alone?" Ishizu pleaded, her chains making a soft clicking sound.
Nizam turned to the young woman, hate intensifying his burning eyes. "Because -daughter- that brat needs to suffer. He must be punished for what he did to me. Him and that servant of his."
Ishizu slightly recoiled at this, but stood her ground. "Malik has suffered enough. Please let him be."
"No. He must pay. Him and the Pharaoh."
Ishizu was startled at this. Her father had been adamant about following tradition before. Now he was actually thinking about going after Yami? "But why? The Pharaoh has done nothing to you."
"No he hasn't." Nizam smirked at the girl causing her to shudder. "But he has the power to grant me a new body. I will acquire that power and then crush him and anyone else who tries to protect that worthless piece of slime that is my son."
"But how do you know that Malik is even here?" Ishizu asked, hoping that somehow she might be able to trick him into leaving.
"I can feel it. I know the power of the Rod and the very energies of his soul. And nothing will stand in my way." Nizam flipped the page of a very old book in front of him. An insane grin lit his face as he gazed down at the image on the page. "Not even the Guardians."
~ ~ ~(Back in the Rookery sometime the next morning)~ ~ ~
Warm summer air streamed through the open window of a bedroom of the second floor of the Rookery. Two sandy haired figures, limbs entwined, slept on peacefully. The cooing of pigeons was the only sound heard in the room.
Heavy metal music, shrill beeping and several thumps shattered the peace of the morning. The two figures in the bed were jolted awake, staring wildly around as they tried to get their bearings. Stomping from overhead and the distant sound of swearing soon replaced the myriad of alarms. Both teens looked at each other, lilac orbs filled with amusement with a hint of confusion.
Malik chuckled as he started to crawl out of bed. "I guess that's how we know it's time to wake up."
Marik smirked as he watched his hikari stretch. "And just think you slept through three mornings of this."
"Three?" Malik whirled around surprised. "Marik how long was I asleep after Blue freed us?"
"The rest of that night and three more days." Marik's whole demeanor turned a little darker. "Doc was slightly worried that you might not wake up at all."
Malik walked over to his yami and put his hand over Marik's. "It wasn't your fault."
Marik didn't say anything, but he couldn't look Malik in the eye. Maybe it wasn't his fault and maybe he did try everything to help his light. But the darker spirit felt as if he should have been able to do more. Thankfully Malik's stomach growled before the anger in him grew even further.
"Come on koi; let's give that stomach of yours a feed." Marik said, grabbing Malik's hand and headed out the door.
Malik chuckled as his yami dragged him out the door. Of course the chaos that they meet in the hallway made Malik wish they had stayed in the room. Marik however seemed to be used to this madness. Expertly he dodged a very hyperactive Petit with a lumbering Curse in tow. Several teens, only one of which Malik recognized, stumbled by. They were able to make it to the ground floor where they were almost run over by half a dozen small children. Marik had to quickly yank his hikari out of the way as a bear of a man went running after them.
"Is it always like this?" Malik whispered to Marik.
"No sometimes it's worse." A velvet dark voice answered.
The Egyptian teens turned to see a brown haired boy with red on black eyes. Latched around his neck and still snoring was Bakura. Ryou was standing next to them giving them a small smile. Malik took in the entire scene and snorted in amusement.
"Um. . . is he always like that?" Malik pointed to the unaware tomb robber.
Red turned his head slightly and then proceeded to poke Bakura in the forehead. "Are you going to wake up any time soon or am I going to be carrying your lazy ass around all day?"
"Stupid baka let me sleep" Was the mumbled reply.
Ryou just rolled his eyes at his two lovers. "For some reason Bakura likes sleeping that way. Are you two looking for food?"
Malik's stomach quickly voiced its opinion with Marik's joining in. The pair tinted a light red while Red snorted and dragged himself and Bakura off to the dining area. Ryou just shook his head and lead Malik and Marik to where the food was. Malik had to do a double take at all of the food available. However the five spotted Blue sitting near the end of one table and soon joined her.
The raven haired woman however didn't seem to be in a cheerful mood, stabbing her defenseless muffin with her fork repeatedly. After dislodging Bakura, Red sat and also turned grim. "He's here isn't he?"
Blue nodded. "Set got the confirmation early this morning. He's holed up in the Fairview building."
Malik looked between the two and felt his insides turn to ice. "It's my father isn't it?"
Blue nodded again. "I knew it wouldn't take him long to get here. I'm actually surprised he wasn't here sooner."
Marik frowned. "You mean he's only just arrived?"
"Apparently. No hotels checked a room out to a woman fitting Ishizu's description and the manager of that building said that she just bought an apartment late last night."
"We should leave." Malik whispered.
"No." Red and Blue chorused. Malik looked startled at the two and wished he hadn't.
"You're safest here Malik. And don't think about arguing the point. Apparently Odion tried that with Curse and lost the fight. You're staying here and that's final." Red said, his gaze boring into Malik's.
Malik was about to open his mouth to argue when someone else spoke up. "I suggest not trying to argue Malik. These Dragons can be very stubborn."
Malik looked up to see Odion standing across from him. The teen gulped, trying to steady his racing heart. "O. . .Odion."
Odion cringed at the nervous fear in his young master's voice. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to disturb you."
"No, wait. Please stay Odion." Malik blurted out before Odion could even turn away. Unknowingly he tucked himself closer to Marik, seeking the protection of his darker half.
Red, Ryou and Bakura quickly and quietly left the table, knowing their presence might not be wanted. Blue had returned to attacking her muffin and was lost to the rest of the world. Odion was actually glad the Dragon leader had stayed, even if it wasn't mentally. He needed someone who wouldn't judge there.
"Master Malik. I'm sorry I couldn't stop him." Odion couldn't bring himself to look at his young master. "I tried, but he was just to powerful."
"I know you did Odion." Malik whispered, his hands trembling. "And I know that you didn't want anything to do with what he was doing to me. But. . .I just . . ."
Odion looked up at the youth. Malik was looking at him with a mixture of fear, sadness, anger and confusion in his violet eyes. It broke the other man's heart knowing that they might never be able to repair the bond they had with each other. "I understand Master Malik. I will try to stay out of your site."
"No, I don't want that either." Malik shook his head, running nervous fingers through his hair. "I just don't know what's going to happen. But can you do me one thing?"
"Yes anything."
"Please don't call me master. It's just Malik now."
Odion smiled and went to touch Malik's shoulder in gratitude. But the young man shrunk away from him, fear becoming more powerful in his gaze. Odion sat back, hurt and knowing that there was nothing to do to stop it.
A sharp crack and a thump echoed throughout the room. All noise died down as eyes focused on Blue. The gang leader lurched to her feet and stormed off. Malik, Marik and Odion stared at her fork, speared through the blueberry muffin and embedded in the table. The plate broken in half.
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Treska: Uh...tad a?
Audience: *Crickets chirping*
Treska: *Visibly deflates* Okay, so I have no reviewers left.
Blue: *Taps authoress on shoulder.* Hey, there's still Bast4.
Treska: Yes, my loyal reviewer that I'm hoping will allow me to turn into my muse, chinchilla-fied.
Blue: Huh?
Treska: Well you know how everyone turns people into chibis?
Blue: Ya.
Treska: Well I like chinchilla's and I want a Bast4 chinchilla. So Bast4 can I have a chinchilla you?
Blue: Uh...Bast4 has been banned from the computer.
Treska: Okay. *zaps in chinchilla Bast4* There. Now hopefully I haven't insulted my loyal reviewer.
Blue: *Sweat drops* You are insane.
Treska: Yup. Read and Review as always.