Rating: PG-13 for now.
Category: Humour
Pairings: None, at the moment. Subject to change.
Summary: Malik falls into a tomb and gets more than he bargained for.
Spoilers: Up to the end of Battle City, possibly the new Doomie arc. And spoilers for some stuff in the AE arc, too.
Notes: Indiana Jones and Tomb Raider ate my brains. Story is from Malik's point of view.
"Are you the new guardian?" the girl asked, tilting her head to the side and tugging thoughtfully on a strand of blonde hair. She rested the bottom of her ankh-tipped staff on the floor and leaned it against her nearly bare leg. "You don't look very tomb guardian-ish. And your clothing is strange."
"My clothing is strange?" At that, I raised an eyebrow. "I am dressed perfectly normal, thank you very much. Unlike yourself, who is wearing what appears to be a short linen dress with a low neckline."
She sniffed disdainfully and crossed her arms over her chest, probably to cover up the low neckline. "This is how we all dress in the court of the Pharaoh."
"Newsflash, there haven't been any Pharaohs for a good long time," I folded my arms.
"Well, I'm prettier than you," she said and then stuck her tongue out.
At that, I was quite taken aback. "Are not!"
"Are t - hey, what did you say about Pharaohs?" She had cut herself off and was now looking rather confused.
"There are no more pharaohs, they're all dead and have been for a good couple of thousand years," I replied, inching back over to the door and trying to hear if the tomb robbers were any closer.
"No Pharaohs?" The girl's voice now held a scared tone in it.
"Shh," I said, waving my hand at her, "there's tomb robbers in here and I don't want them to hear me. Or you."
"But there's no Pharaohs?!" The girl latched onto my arm, looking rather lost, confused and scared. "For thousands of years?"
"Yes," I replied impatiently. "This is probably one of their tombs and the tomb robbers are looking for shiny gold things to steal and sell and make lots of money off of. Now, be quiet!"
The girl gulped audibly. "Did they get the book?"
I blinked at the abrupt change in the subject. First, slight hysteria over there not being any Pharaohs and now concern for a book. "What book?"
"The book!" The girl replied urgently. "They can't get the book or else bad things will happen!"
"Bad things?" I raised an eyebrow. "You have to be more specific than that."
She frowned. "I don't know exactly what'll happen. Mahaado just told me that 'bad things would happen'."
"Well, he obviously wasn't big on sharing," I muttered under my breath.
"How dare you insult Mahaa - " she started to rage.
"Shut up! They'll hear us," I hissed as I recognized the sound of footsteps.
"We have to get the book," she whispered urgently.
"Fine," I sighed. "Where's the book?"
"This way," she said, stepping around me and heading out of the room.
After many twists and turns, we were back in the room that I had started in. She pointed to the pedestal in the middle. It had something - actually, two things on it.
"Where have you beeen?" Nanashi whined. "I was bored."
The girl raised an eyebrow. "What is that?"
"That's Nanashi, my other half." I explained, not really wanting to go into details.
"Who're you?" Nanashi eyed the girl with interest. Or he was eyeing the low neckline of her dress. Most likely the second option.
"My name's Mana, the girl replied absently, her line of sight switching to the rest of the pedestal. "Oh, good," she sighed and looked quite relieved. "It's still here."
"Huh?" Was the intelligent comment I came up with as she made a beeline to the pedestal that Nanashi was sitting on.
"Move," Mana swatted Nanashi off the book.
A squeak and a thump signaled that Nanashi had not recovered from the shock of someone pushing him off the pedestal before hitting the ground. Against my better judgment, I hurried over and picked him up off the ground.
"What kind of book is it?" I asked, putting the dazed Nanashi into my pocket. The cover of the book looked old, very extremely old. And the symbol of the Eye of Horus embossed upon it made me think that this book was either a very good, or a very bad thing. Just call it a hunch, what with my experience with other things that have the Eye of Horus on them.
"A very special book. Now step away from it, kids." Well, that was a new voice. A not very friendly one. Mana and I looked up to see three people, who were obviously the tomb robbers I had heard earlier.
What made me say that? Well, probably the rather imposing nature of the three, along with the gun in the hands of the one closest to us.