Random Pile of Bananas: *Extremely off key singing* I've got a lovely bunch
of bananas, diddily dee.
Blue: *winces at the bad singing* Reviewer's Monkey God still mad at you?
Random Pile of Bananas: Yup, hopefully he'll let me out from under this pile sometime soon.
Blue: Ah, you know that you started this very bad scenario in your last chapter of Guardians.
Random Pile of Bananas: Yes and your point being. . . .
Blue: Some people might not have read that story/chapter and have no idea what's going on.
Random Pile of Bananas: *in a sarcastically sweet voice* Well then they're going to have to read that story/chapter to find out won't they?
Blue: You're in a very weird mood.
Random Pile of Bananas: I cooked.
Blue: Ah . . . so you're self made poison is kicking in.
Random Pile of Bananas: Yup.
Blue: Hope that doesn't affect your writing.
Random Pile of Bananas: *snickers evilly*
Blue: *sweat drops* Oh Gods are we in trouble.
Random Pile of Bananas: On with the show!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 well sized light pink bubble caught the spring sun for just a moment before it died in the small explosion of its life. The gooey substance left was quickly sucked back into a moist caver to be mashed among white teeth. The bubble blower was currently viewing a tall apartment building through slightly scratched sunglasses. His face was still except for the muscles currently busy mashing the sugary substance in his mouth.
"Do you think he's ever going to leave the bloody place?" Sandy haired Marik growled.
"Patience." Red responded and blew another bubble.
Marik grumbled something that Red didn't quite get. Currently they were standing in small alley that looked out at the Fairview apartment building. Somewhere inside an ancient tomb robber was snooping around. Marik shifted again, hating the wait and knowing that they needed to be there.
"I still say we should have gone with him." Marik muttered.
Red snapped his gum angrily. "We've been over this. Keep your shirt on." When the other man shifted yet again Red sighed and debated about slugging him to keep him still. "We'll be back at the Rookery in a bit. It's not like Nizam knows where Malik is."
"How do you know that?" Marik snapped. "He's found his way out of the Shadow Realm, possessed Ishizu and somehow placed a spell over the Rod so that I couldn't use my magic. How do you know that he isn't headed to the Rookery right now?"
"Because the Blood Shadows are only a few blocks away." Red said quietly.
Marik froze and finally settled down. Red's strange connection with the shadows had become slightly stronger from the brief time in Egypt. Now he could sense the evil shadows that followed Nizam. The demon eyed man had given them the name Blood Shadows to help distinguish them from the shadows he knew. Marik knew that Red would not lie to him and the very minuscule hint of fear in Red's voice let the psycho yami know that Nizam was closer than they thought.
Another five minutes of silence followed. Yet Marik couldn't contain his impatience for very long. He was just about to shift his weight again when a blur of silver passed him and something tackled Red from behind. Marik watched as the young man fought with his assailant.
"Are you two bakas done?" Marik asked testily after watching Bakura and Red pummel and kiss each other for about five minutes.
"What the matter Marik? Miss your little light already?" Bakura asked grinning evilly.
"No I just don't want to be around when Nizam comes back. He can sense my aura you realize."
"Ya and you want to pass up a fight with him for what reason?" Bakura asked as he picked himself off the ground.
"Malik doesn't want his sister to get hurt." Marik said. "We need to figure out how to free her before we go after his father."
Bakura shrugged and blew a bubble. Red glared at his lover as all three of them started heading back to the Rookery. For a while none of them spoke, not wanting to risk anyone overhearing. However curiosity finally won over Red's usual silence.
"Did you find anything that would help us?"
Bakura frowned. "I'm not sure."
"What do you mean you're not sure?" Marik growled.
"I mean just that. There was an ancient text from Egypt on his table. I've taken the liberty of borrowing it. From what I saw it's more of a chronicle of what happened before that baka Pharaoh sealed the Shadow Realm. I didn't notice anything about spells of how to get out of the Shadow Realm."
"Perhaps Yami will know about it." Red mused.
"I can just as easily read my own language." Bakura snapped.
Red quirked an eyebrow at him. "Yet Yami is the one who probably had that book made. He'll know more about it then you."
"I know everything that happened before the Realm was sealed. I was the chief spy for Yami just as you were."
Red stopped suddenly and looked at his lover, his face showing mild surprise. "I worked for Yami?"
Bakura cringed. "You don't remember your past do you?"
Red frowned. "My immediate past I've tried to forget. However if you mean a past life then no, I don't remember. Why have you never brought this up before?"
"I didn't need to."
"Bakura what are you hiding from me?" Red said, gripping the tomb robber's shoulder and forcing him to look.
"Nothing." Bakura yanked himself away. "You didn't need to know."
With that Bakura stormed off, trotting to put some distance between himself and Red. Red and Marik watched him go, both slightly puzzled by the yami's behavior. Finally they started walking again.
"You were also present in Ancient Egypt right?" Red asked the remaining spirit.
"Yes, but unlike Bakura I was not sealed in an Item. So my memories of the past are not as fine as his or Yami's." Marik stated. A brief image of sand, a glittering palace and Malik dressed in Egyptian servant garb flashed across his mind's eye. The spirit sighed and rubbed his forehead.
Red frowned at this action. "But you apparently know some."
Marik nodded. "From what I can recall, I was a merchant. I sometimes see brief flashes of Yami, Malik and sometimes Bakura. But they are all jumbled and I can't quiet make sense of them."
Red huffed. "Something must have happened that he doesn't want to remember."
"It is possible. And I have a feeling that book he's stolen has brought back those memories." Marik said.
Red was about to reply but Marik suddenly realized that they were only a block away from the Rookery. The darker spirit took off at a dead run, wanting to see his aibou now. Red smirked, it wasn't often you saw a love struck psycho.
~ ~ (Evening) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Seto Kaiba raced up the stairs leading to the roof of the Rookery. His heart was pounding, not from the running but from the fact that his wife was upset. All day at work an odd feeling had hung over him. And if there was anything that Seto Kaiba hated it was odd feelings. What made it worse was that fact that Yugi had called him and told him to get to Blue right away.
Seto knew it wasn't an emergency because Blue or Yugi would have come themselves. But that didn't mean that Seto though any less of the situation. Blue rarely became upset and Seto would do everything in his power to set it right.
Finally he made it to the roof. Carefully he opened the door and let himself out. There she was, leaning against a pole that helped hold up a laundry line. The fiery sun was setting behind her, its rays catching on her tattoo and making the scales light up. Only a breath of a breeze toyed at her hair.
Seto slowly approached his wife, drinking in the powerful picture she made. Yet the power never reached her icy eyes. Pain and sorrow etched themselves in those blue depths. Gently Seto reached out and rubbed the tattoo, a silent gesture of comfort.
Without a word Blue leaned into the touch. Slowly Seto embraced her and he felt her shudder. Startled he looked down to see tears slipping down her cheeks. He didn't say anything, now was not the time for words, but gently brushed each tear away.
"It's like a horrible echo." Blue said finally. "What has happened to Malik and my past."
"You are both protected now." Seto said.
"Yes, but not from memories. Not from the fear that he's out there looking for us." Blue shuddered, seeking something in her husbands embrace. "Father's are suppose to protect their children. Our father's hunt us. Just because of what we have done."
"You did not kill your mother." Seto said, worry and anger tinting his voice. He placed a gentle finger under Blue's chin and forced her to look at him. "Her death was not your fault, it was cancer. No one could have prevented what happened."
Blue chuckled sadly. "I know. But that doesn't help the small girl trapped in a cellar. It doesn't erase the memories of being nothing but a toy and a punching bag for you father."
Seto gently stroked his wife's cheek. "You've never talked about this so openly. Malik's situation has you scared."
Blue's eyes darkened slightly. "Yes. I'm terrified. Terrified that when we finally face this monster my courage will fail. That'll all I'll be is a scared little girl stuck in the dark."
"You won't fail." Seto said. "I know you and you are stronger than anyone here. You will face this demon and defeat it."
"But can we repair the damage?" Blue wondered.
"We will find a way. You'll help Malik and Odion. And I'll help you."
Blue looked up into Seto's eyes. Those eyes had changed so much. Once only holding contempt and anger were now filled with love. They shone like the sea, depths of unexplored feelings. Slowly Blue tilted her head up and Seto did not hesitate. As night encompassed them the two renewed their bonds.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Treska:*Running for all she's worth* There, I've done it now leave me alone.
Bast4 Chinchilla: *Chasing after Treska with flame thrower going at full blast*
Avery:*Also chasing after Treska*
Petit: *Following muses and chucking JuJu Beans at authoress*
Yugi: Ooooookay . . . . .
Blue: Well she hasn't updated in a while. It's only right for people to be chasing her.
Yugi: Even Petit?
Blue: No, Petit's just crazy.
Grandma Kel: *Looking at them like they're all crazy*
Treska: *Running by with muses and now Bakura and Marik* I know this chapter isn't the greatest, but read and review anyway!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Blue: *winces at the bad singing* Reviewer's Monkey God still mad at you?
Random Pile of Bananas: Yup, hopefully he'll let me out from under this pile sometime soon.
Blue: Ah, you know that you started this very bad scenario in your last chapter of Guardians.
Random Pile of Bananas: Yes and your point being. . . .
Blue: Some people might not have read that story/chapter and have no idea what's going on.
Random Pile of Bananas: *in a sarcastically sweet voice* Well then they're going to have to read that story/chapter to find out won't they?
Blue: You're in a very weird mood.
Random Pile of Bananas: I cooked.
Blue: Ah . . . so you're self made poison is kicking in.
Random Pile of Bananas: Yup.
Blue: Hope that doesn't affect your writing.
Random Pile of Bananas: *snickers evilly*
Blue: *sweat drops* Oh Gods are we in trouble.
Random Pile of Bananas: On with the show!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 well sized light pink bubble caught the spring sun for just a moment before it died in the small explosion of its life. The gooey substance left was quickly sucked back into a moist caver to be mashed among white teeth. The bubble blower was currently viewing a tall apartment building through slightly scratched sunglasses. His face was still except for the muscles currently busy mashing the sugary substance in his mouth.
"Do you think he's ever going to leave the bloody place?" Sandy haired Marik growled.
"Patience." Red responded and blew another bubble.
Marik grumbled something that Red didn't quite get. Currently they were standing in small alley that looked out at the Fairview apartment building. Somewhere inside an ancient tomb robber was snooping around. Marik shifted again, hating the wait and knowing that they needed to be there.
"I still say we should have gone with him." Marik muttered.
Red snapped his gum angrily. "We've been over this. Keep your shirt on." When the other man shifted yet again Red sighed and debated about slugging him to keep him still. "We'll be back at the Rookery in a bit. It's not like Nizam knows where Malik is."
"How do you know that?" Marik snapped. "He's found his way out of the Shadow Realm, possessed Ishizu and somehow placed a spell over the Rod so that I couldn't use my magic. How do you know that he isn't headed to the Rookery right now?"
"Because the Blood Shadows are only a few blocks away." Red said quietly.
Marik froze and finally settled down. Red's strange connection with the shadows had become slightly stronger from the brief time in Egypt. Now he could sense the evil shadows that followed Nizam. The demon eyed man had given them the name Blood Shadows to help distinguish them from the shadows he knew. Marik knew that Red would not lie to him and the very minuscule hint of fear in Red's voice let the psycho yami know that Nizam was closer than they thought.
Another five minutes of silence followed. Yet Marik couldn't contain his impatience for very long. He was just about to shift his weight again when a blur of silver passed him and something tackled Red from behind. Marik watched as the young man fought with his assailant.
"Are you two bakas done?" Marik asked testily after watching Bakura and Red pummel and kiss each other for about five minutes.
"What the matter Marik? Miss your little light already?" Bakura asked grinning evilly.
"No I just don't want to be around when Nizam comes back. He can sense my aura you realize."
"Ya and you want to pass up a fight with him for what reason?" Bakura asked as he picked himself off the ground.
"Malik doesn't want his sister to get hurt." Marik said. "We need to figure out how to free her before we go after his father."
Bakura shrugged and blew a bubble. Red glared at his lover as all three of them started heading back to the Rookery. For a while none of them spoke, not wanting to risk anyone overhearing. However curiosity finally won over Red's usual silence.
"Did you find anything that would help us?"
Bakura frowned. "I'm not sure."
"What do you mean you're not sure?" Marik growled.
"I mean just that. There was an ancient text from Egypt on his table. I've taken the liberty of borrowing it. From what I saw it's more of a chronicle of what happened before that baka Pharaoh sealed the Shadow Realm. I didn't notice anything about spells of how to get out of the Shadow Realm."
"Perhaps Yami will know about it." Red mused.
"I can just as easily read my own language." Bakura snapped.
Red quirked an eyebrow at him. "Yet Yami is the one who probably had that book made. He'll know more about it then you."
"I know everything that happened before the Realm was sealed. I was the chief spy for Yami just as you were."
Red stopped suddenly and looked at his lover, his face showing mild surprise. "I worked for Yami?"
Bakura cringed. "You don't remember your past do you?"
Red frowned. "My immediate past I've tried to forget. However if you mean a past life then no, I don't remember. Why have you never brought this up before?"
"I didn't need to."
"Bakura what are you hiding from me?" Red said, gripping the tomb robber's shoulder and forcing him to look.
"Nothing." Bakura yanked himself away. "You didn't need to know."
With that Bakura stormed off, trotting to put some distance between himself and Red. Red and Marik watched him go, both slightly puzzled by the yami's behavior. Finally they started walking again.
"You were also present in Ancient Egypt right?" Red asked the remaining spirit.
"Yes, but unlike Bakura I was not sealed in an Item. So my memories of the past are not as fine as his or Yami's." Marik stated. A brief image of sand, a glittering palace and Malik dressed in Egyptian servant garb flashed across his mind's eye. The spirit sighed and rubbed his forehead.
Red frowned at this action. "But you apparently know some."
Marik nodded. "From what I can recall, I was a merchant. I sometimes see brief flashes of Yami, Malik and sometimes Bakura. But they are all jumbled and I can't quiet make sense of them."
Red huffed. "Something must have happened that he doesn't want to remember."
"It is possible. And I have a feeling that book he's stolen has brought back those memories." Marik said.
Red was about to reply but Marik suddenly realized that they were only a block away from the Rookery. The darker spirit took off at a dead run, wanting to see his aibou now. Red smirked, it wasn't often you saw a love struck psycho.
~ ~ (Evening) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Seto Kaiba raced up the stairs leading to the roof of the Rookery. His heart was pounding, not from the running but from the fact that his wife was upset. All day at work an odd feeling had hung over him. And if there was anything that Seto Kaiba hated it was odd feelings. What made it worse was that fact that Yugi had called him and told him to get to Blue right away.
Seto knew it wasn't an emergency because Blue or Yugi would have come themselves. But that didn't mean that Seto though any less of the situation. Blue rarely became upset and Seto would do everything in his power to set it right.
Finally he made it to the roof. Carefully he opened the door and let himself out. There she was, leaning against a pole that helped hold up a laundry line. The fiery sun was setting behind her, its rays catching on her tattoo and making the scales light up. Only a breath of a breeze toyed at her hair.
Seto slowly approached his wife, drinking in the powerful picture she made. Yet the power never reached her icy eyes. Pain and sorrow etched themselves in those blue depths. Gently Seto reached out and rubbed the tattoo, a silent gesture of comfort.
Without a word Blue leaned into the touch. Slowly Seto embraced her and he felt her shudder. Startled he looked down to see tears slipping down her cheeks. He didn't say anything, now was not the time for words, but gently brushed each tear away.
"It's like a horrible echo." Blue said finally. "What has happened to Malik and my past."
"You are both protected now." Seto said.
"Yes, but not from memories. Not from the fear that he's out there looking for us." Blue shuddered, seeking something in her husbands embrace. "Father's are suppose to protect their children. Our father's hunt us. Just because of what we have done."
"You did not kill your mother." Seto said, worry and anger tinting his voice. He placed a gentle finger under Blue's chin and forced her to look at him. "Her death was not your fault, it was cancer. No one could have prevented what happened."
Blue chuckled sadly. "I know. But that doesn't help the small girl trapped in a cellar. It doesn't erase the memories of being nothing but a toy and a punching bag for you father."
Seto gently stroked his wife's cheek. "You've never talked about this so openly. Malik's situation has you scared."
Blue's eyes darkened slightly. "Yes. I'm terrified. Terrified that when we finally face this monster my courage will fail. That'll all I'll be is a scared little girl stuck in the dark."
"You won't fail." Seto said. "I know you and you are stronger than anyone here. You will face this demon and defeat it."
"But can we repair the damage?" Blue wondered.
"We will find a way. You'll help Malik and Odion. And I'll help you."
Blue looked up into Seto's eyes. Those eyes had changed so much. Once only holding contempt and anger were now filled with love. They shone like the sea, depths of unexplored feelings. Slowly Blue tilted her head up and Seto did not hesitate. As night encompassed them the two renewed their bonds.
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Treska:*Running for all she's worth* There, I've done it now leave me alone.
Bast4 Chinchilla: *Chasing after Treska with flame thrower going at full blast*
Avery:*Also chasing after Treska*
Petit: *Following muses and chucking JuJu Beans at authoress*
Yugi: Ooooookay . . . . .
Blue: Well she hasn't updated in a while. It's only right for people to be chasing her.
Yugi: Even Petit?
Blue: No, Petit's just crazy.
Grandma Kel: *Looking at them like they're all crazy*
Treska: *Running by with muses and now Bakura and Marik* I know this chapter isn't the greatest, but read and review anyway!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!