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~*~* YAMI *~*~
It had been about five minutes since the last catastrophe, and Cami was still having a fit about...well...everything. Frankly, he's really gotten on my nerves in the past hour or so, and I was thankful to hear a familiar voice echoing from the front door.
"Hello? Are you guys in there?"
I smiled, and made my way over. I had asked Tea to come over so she could start tutoring us in how to read and write. Although Bakura thought I had invited her over because I liked her, and Cami thought (hoped) I invited her over to do our homework.
"We're over here, Tea." I called to her, "Glad you could come in this weather."
Cami looked a little annoyed as she walked into the living room, and grumbled, "How was she able to just walk in? I REALLY need to work on figuring that lock thing out..."
She shook some of the loose water from her bangs and sighed as she folded up her umbrella. I could tell this was the real Tea. How, I haven't the slightest. It's just something you know I guess. She grinned widely at me.
"No biggie, it's just water right?" She said, plopping down in front of the coffee table and catching view of the broken television set; "What happened to the TV?"
Cami snickered, "Bakura got mad at it. It was actually quite comical after you got over the feeling of shock. Hey Tea, do you know how to cook food? You know, the kind you can eat?"
Tea blinked twice in confusion, "Uh...yes?"
"Great!" Cami said, jumping to his feet, "You're hired, when can you start?"
Tea cocked her head to the side once, and then reached into her purse, "Actually, I did bring some snacks with me..."
Cami's eyes glowed as she pulled out a small bag of Goldfish crackers and shook the it gently as if to prove there was something in the bag.
"MINE!" Cami yelled, diving for the crackers and running off with them leaving Tea completely stunned.
"Is he...always like this?" Tea asked uncertainly as she watched the scribe sit in the far corner of the room and start cackling evilly while eating the little orange fishes.
I sighed, "Depends on his mood."
Cami glared at us, daring the first person to try and take away his food.
Tea shook her head and opened the on the table. It was a history book, filled with tiny characters that I couldn't read at all. You just had to follow the pictures and hope you were getting something out of it. Tea pointed at the first page.
"We'll start studying at the first page of the book, alright?"
Bakura looked up quickly, "What? What's this you're saying?"
"I asked Tea to come and teach us how to read the history book properly." I explained.
Cami stopped chewing, "Aw, she isn't going to do our homework for us?"
"If you don't want to learn, then you don't have to listen." I told them.
Cami and Bakura looked at each other uncertainly for a second, and then as if planned, they both grinned and got up from where they were.
"M'kay." Cami said.
"If you say so, Pharaoh." Bakura called on his way to his room. "I can just make a kid do my work for me."
....
...Well...that didn't go how I hoped it would.
Tea turned to me, "Knowing this would defiantly be helpful..."
I sighed, and got up from the couch, "I'll go talk to them. You wait here, it won't be long."
Tea nodded, and I made my way to go convince the two to learn how to read. Cami would be easy to convince, all I had to do with him was say 'I'm the Pharaoh'. But Bakura I didn't know about. Reluctantly, I knocked on Bakura's door and waited.
No reply.
I knocked again, "Bakura, let me in for a minute."
Still no answer. Growing suspicious, I opened the door myself and found his room completely empty. Where could he be? I saw him go down here. He wouldn't have gone into Cami's room, and there wasn't any other rooms left unless you count--
I stopped, and sprinted to my own master bedroom to make sure everything was all right, but the door wouldn't open. I growled and pounded my fist hard into the door as I heard the soft chuckling of one Egyptian tomb robber coming from inside my extra sized room. I pounded again, hard enough to rattle the pictures on the walls, but it was no use. I was locked out of my own room! He stole my room!
I couldn't help myself, and yelled, "BAKURA!"
****CAMI****
...So...tired...
I had to drag myself out of the Ra forsaken bed this morning to go to that Ra forsaken school with the Ra forsaken teachers who teach Ra forsaken facts that I'm going to get rid of ASAP.
Why won't my aibou come home so everything can be better?
Yami spent almost all hours of the night yelling at Bakura because he had stolen his bedroom from him. Actually, I wish I would have done it, but Bakura beat me to it. If Yami learned anything from Tea last night, I'll be amazed.
I, however, listened to Hooked On Phonics, and learned one, whole, perfect word.
It's called 'Cat'.
I am very proud of myself.
I was so proud last night, I wrote CAT all over my notebooks, so now everyone gives me more weird looks because they think I'm obsessed with cats. I think cats are girly or something...oh well. I'm also hungry, because I was all out of goldfishies when I woke up this morning. I think Yami stole some or something, and someday I WILL find out...just not today.
Today is...school.
I hope you could sense the cringe as I said that.
So far, I have failed everything, had detention twice for no reason (evil teachers, talking is SO not a crime) and have been putting off this sort of aura about myself that tells people I'm either A Gay or B: Insane. I like neither. Are you there, Ra? It's me, Cami.
....Tea read that for me off a book in Caitlin's sister's mom's bookshelf or something.
(boy that's a mouthful)
"Caitlin!"
I jumped from my comfortable almost-sleeping-position. That witch teacher, Mrs. Chrono or something like that, was standing right over me with this evil teachery look.
"Glad to see you're still with us, Miss. Caitlin. Now, would you please do me the honor of reading the next paragraph?"
Ack! She saw my stupid history book! (which was now lying on the ground because I had it over my head when SHE startled me) I quickly turned the pages, like I could actually understand a single word in the book...
...Hey there's CAT!
"Well Miss Caitlin?" She said, pressing on with such a demonic grin on her face that I flinched at the sight of it. "Will you please read the next paragraph now?"
Will I PLEASE? I get a choice? HALLALULIA! I slowly, and very maturely, close my book and stare innocently up at her.
"Actually, Miss Sensei, I'd rather not."
The whole classroom fell deadly silent, and the look on the teacher's face made me feel very nervous. All eyes were on me as the teacher leaned in closer to me.
"You mean to say, you are...just, NOT going to read? Even though I requested that you do so?"
I looked around at all the fellow students in utter shock and amusement. They all acted like I was doing something wrong or something...
"Uh...yeah, I think that's about it." I reply. "I'd rather you ask someone else please."
The teacher was utterly speechless. She only stared at me with her mouth hung slightly open, and the students only gawked in amazement, shock, and respect. Though, I was pretty sure the respect wouldn't last long, sadly. For some reason, something about me is unrespectable. Go figure.
The silence hung in the air for around four more seconds, before the bell again, saved me. I swear, that bell has become my best friend! Just yesterday it saved me from having to tell a cheerleader weather or not I was a girl or boy! Long live the bell!
Chrono snapped out of her daze at the sound of the ringing, and started to say, "Caitlin I--" But it was too late. I was long gone by then, and heading for the lunchroom[1]. I had won! Long live me and the bell!
"Hey, you!"
I stopped mentally celebrating and turned around to face the voice, somehow responding to 'you'. It was a short boy, almost Yugi short but I mean come on, Yugi was a midget. It isn't even fair to compare his height with normal people! The light haired boy clapped me on the shoulder and somehow managed to pull me down to his level so he could talk to me easier.
"Listen, man, you sure gave Chrono a shocker back there! She'll probably suspend you now, but man was it a show while it lasted, dude!" He said with a grin, "I mean, you ARE a guy...right?"
"Oh...uh...yes. My...my dad wanted a girl." I smiled back at him, truly glad I didn't have to pretend to be a girl in front of him, "Anyway, nice talking to you but I've got to go meet up with my friends. I'm starving, we don't have any food in the house, so I'm going to steal something from someone."
"But what about Christmas dinner?" He asked me, "How are you going to celebrate Christmas without food for Christmas dinner?"
I stared blankly back at him, having no clue what he was talking about. He sighed exasperatedly and shook his head.
"What about Chanukah? Kwanza? You don't celebrate any of them?"
I shook my head slowly, and for some reason the kid decided to take it upon himself to explain them. I don't know why he didn't believe me. I mean, I'm thousands of years old and lived in Egypt where we never heard of such things.
"I celebrate Christmas." The boy said with a grin, "I used to live in America before we moved to Japan."
I looked at him, it made sense. He was the only boy with blond hair I had seen at school, save Ryou who's hair was technically whialte, [A/N: NOT PURPLE STEVIE!] and everyone else normal in this facility was dark haired and dark eyed.
The boy continued with a sort of braggy air to his words, "We'd put up a tree and hang ornaments up, and over night 'Santa' would come and give us gifts."
That caught my attention, I turned around quickly to stare at the boy seriously. "So you mean, you just put up a tree and some guy gives you gifts? Just like that? Free stuff?"
The boy looked a little shaken at my sudden interest, but nodded quickly, "Yeah, that's how the story goes..."
"Mortal," I said, "I want to hear more about this, 'Christmas' thing."
*....*......* BAKURA *.....*....*
I decided to go home for lunch, today. I didn't care about walking in the raging rain, as long as I didn't have to spend another second eating with the Pharaoh's perky friends. I slammed the door as I entered the Scribe's pink house and dropped the bag lunch I had taken from some freshman onto the table.
"Hello?"
I paused, turning my head slowly as I recognized the voice coming from the living room. Irritably, I walked into the living room and viola, there was the scribe himself. I instantly regretted coming here, and wished I would have just found some classroom where I could eat in peace. Now I had to be with the Scribe, which was almost as bad as being with Pharaoh-tachi.
"Hi Bakura!" He chirped, turning the music on the radio down a bit, "What are you doing here?"
I took one look around the room and felt my eye twitch. The Scribe had decorated the room around me in happy pictures of little elf like people, and bright red and green colors. With the perky music playing, and the happy drawings, I almost felt like I had gone out of the frying pan and into the fire.
"What is this?" I asked, cringing at the over dose of happy. Pink was one thing, but this was just too much.
"It's Christmas!" Cami said gleefully, "You put up a tree, hang up things, and this big, fat, jolly old man named Santa Claus comes over and gives us free stuff!"
He held up a picture of the man so I could see what he looked like. Cami seemed overjoyed by the whole thing, but I wasn't so opt for it.
"I've been listening to this Christmas music, and I've gathered a large amount of facts so we can get lots of free stuff from this Mr. Claus. It says that he comes at exactly twelve o clock, and that you have to write a letter, which I did."
Again, he held up a piece of paper with hieroglyphics written onto it. It said simply, 'Dear Mr. Claus, please bring food. From, me.' Cami smiled brightly and hugged the letter like a newly found treasure.
"I love this Christmas thing, Bakura. I'm going to wait all night for this Mr. Claus so then I can tell him which food and such. It'll be perfect! I can't wait! Will you wait with me?"
I stared at him for a while, watching in disbelief as he hung a random key- chain onto the branches of a fake plant that was really meant to be a decoration. Cami waited patiently for my answer, but I only turned and muttered, 'I'm going back to school.'
***CAMI AGAIN***
Yami finally dragged me back to school, after finding out from Bakura that I was waiting for Santa Claus to come give me presents. So I had to go through boring old school all day, and wait until afterwards to wait for Mr. Saint Nick. And that's pretty much all I did do.
I just waited and waited.
I even skipped a dinner with everybody at Tea's house because I was afraid to leave my post.
It...was so...boring.
...School was more interesting if that puts it into perspective.
All I could do was sit there, and stare at the clock Joey taught us to read the other day. 10:00 came and went. 11:00, 11:30, 11:55, 12:00, 12:01. That's right, midnight had come and been for a whole minute and the Clause hadn't come at all! I grumbled as I decided to wait a little longer, just in case that song about him coming at midnight was a big bunch of lies.
12:15...This was becoming tedious. Finally, I gave up and sighed deeply. Maybe the American dude was lying the entire time. Maybe it was some great scheme to make a fool of myself in front of no one but myself. Only me, but why? Maybe he wanted ME to see MYSELF make a fool of me so I'd humiliate myself in the process of also find out what a stupid head I am.
....Oh he's crafty...
I got up from the table at 1:30, and feeling a small amount of disappointment, wrote another small note for the bearded man.
'Dear Mr. Clause.' I wrote, 'You are late. This is not very professional of you. I cannot wait for you any longer, and am going to bed. You had better leave twice the amount of presents to make up for your tardy arrival. I still want food. Signed, Me.'
I looked over my work one or two times before folding it and leaving it on the coffee table. Then I retreated to my room, slipped under the covers, and fell asleep in no time flat.
That kid's got some 'splaning to do.
*** NO POV ***
Bakura stood outside on the porch, awaiting the coming of his old friend. It was not long before a figure was seen, making his way down the dimly lit street and holding his umbrella tightly against the strong winds. Bakura smirked slightly as he approached the porch, and jumped when he caught sight of the white haired teen.
"So," Bakura said, "You finally decided to show up."
Malik lowered the umbrella enough to get a good look at Bakura, and he too sneered. "How did you know I was coming?"
Bakura leaned against the side of the house casually, "Instinct I suppose. I could sense your presence in my sleep."
Malik nodded, "And judging by the time I'd guess that's exactly what happened."
"Have you figured out when the mirror is for?"
Malik blinked, and pulled the object from his pocket, "I did, but not as much information as I would have liked."
"Oh?" Bakura said, cocking an eyebrow, "I've waited long enough for an explanation, Malik, so if you would just tell me what you found I'd be grateful."
"First off," Malik spoke, "It is not a mirror at all. Isis and I searched the ancient scriptures and every reference we could come up with that had similar a styling to this piece, and there was no reference to a mirror."
Malik let his words sink into the sound of the rain before continuing, "However, there is one mention to something that might be linked to this. An ancient Indian text mentions the Egyptians to have 'windows to realm of the undead'."
"I don't see what Indians have to do with this." Bakura said, getting a little agitated at the slow pace of the conversation, "The carvings on the back look clearly Egyptian."
"That is true." said Malik, "But in fact, the Indians are the only ones with mention to something like this. I believe that this is only one of the 'windows to the undead' that the Indians spoke of. They, in fact, told of hundreds of windows kept safe in the Pharaoh's palace, and that they were the very beginning to creating ways into the Shadow Realm."
"They mention the Shadow Realm directly?" Bakura asked, "How would they know of something like that?"
"We do not know as of yet." Malik explained, "But they do speak of the Shadow Realm. Apparently, they too tried to enter the Shadow Realm, but could not succeed. In return, they had a beautiful maiden come into the palace, seduce the Pharaoh, and destroy every window in sight. Except..."
Malik touched the mirror like object gently and looked closer at it, as if trying to find out a little more, "Except for this one."
Bakura scoffed, "You believe this is one of the windows that the Indians spoke of?"
Malik looked back up at Bakura, a sudden seriousness growing in his eyes as he nodded, "Yes."
"But you just told me they were destroyed." Bakura protested.
"I said ever window 'in sight' was destroyed." Malik clarified, "By the time they destroyed the windows it was too late, and the Egyptians had already been well on their way to completing their own way to enter the Shadow Realm at will. The Millenium Items, Bakura. With something like that on hand, the Pharaoh wouldn't have needed to look for pieces of the window that survived."
Bakura looked down at the object again, disbelief still lingering as he snatched it back into his own possession.
"It cannot be true." Bakura said defiantly, "If it was, why has no one found something like this in Indian text before?"
Malik looked off into the distance, "That is what I wanted to talk to you about next. Bakura, does...anyone else know you have the mirror? Anyone know that you gave it to me?"
Bakura shook his head, "No one but the Pharaoh and the Scribe, I'm sure. But what's this all about, Malik?"
"It's strange...but on the later on the same day you gave me the 'mirror', Isis uncovered the Indian texts from underneath an old, Indian monument. It seemed almost like someone wanted us to know about the whole thing. Like someone WANTED us to find the Indian text."
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Retaw- OK, now I apologize in advance if I somehow screwed something up, because not only am I not an expert in Indian history, but I have not seen all of YuGiOh.
...I know, it's sad.
Retaw- If I messed something up REALLY bad, just bring it up and I'll do my best to fix it. Don't yell at me please! *covers head with hands* It would be a mistake!
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~*~* YAMI *~*~
It had been about five minutes since the last catastrophe, and Cami was still having a fit about...well...everything. Frankly, he's really gotten on my nerves in the past hour or so, and I was thankful to hear a familiar voice echoing from the front door.
"Hello? Are you guys in there?"
I smiled, and made my way over. I had asked Tea to come over so she could start tutoring us in how to read and write. Although Bakura thought I had invited her over because I liked her, and Cami thought (hoped) I invited her over to do our homework.
"We're over here, Tea." I called to her, "Glad you could come in this weather."
Cami looked a little annoyed as she walked into the living room, and grumbled, "How was she able to just walk in? I REALLY need to work on figuring that lock thing out..."
She shook some of the loose water from her bangs and sighed as she folded up her umbrella. I could tell this was the real Tea. How, I haven't the slightest. It's just something you know I guess. She grinned widely at me.
"No biggie, it's just water right?" She said, plopping down in front of the coffee table and catching view of the broken television set; "What happened to the TV?"
Cami snickered, "Bakura got mad at it. It was actually quite comical after you got over the feeling of shock. Hey Tea, do you know how to cook food? You know, the kind you can eat?"
Tea blinked twice in confusion, "Uh...yes?"
"Great!" Cami said, jumping to his feet, "You're hired, when can you start?"
Tea cocked her head to the side once, and then reached into her purse, "Actually, I did bring some snacks with me..."
Cami's eyes glowed as she pulled out a small bag of Goldfish crackers and shook the it gently as if to prove there was something in the bag.
"MINE!" Cami yelled, diving for the crackers and running off with them leaving Tea completely stunned.
"Is he...always like this?" Tea asked uncertainly as she watched the scribe sit in the far corner of the room and start cackling evilly while eating the little orange fishes.
I sighed, "Depends on his mood."
Cami glared at us, daring the first person to try and take away his food.
Tea shook her head and opened the on the table. It was a history book, filled with tiny characters that I couldn't read at all. You just had to follow the pictures and hope you were getting something out of it. Tea pointed at the first page.
"We'll start studying at the first page of the book, alright?"
Bakura looked up quickly, "What? What's this you're saying?"
"I asked Tea to come and teach us how to read the history book properly." I explained.
Cami stopped chewing, "Aw, she isn't going to do our homework for us?"
"If you don't want to learn, then you don't have to listen." I told them.
Cami and Bakura looked at each other uncertainly for a second, and then as if planned, they both grinned and got up from where they were.
"M'kay." Cami said.
"If you say so, Pharaoh." Bakura called on his way to his room. "I can just make a kid do my work for me."
....
...Well...that didn't go how I hoped it would.
Tea turned to me, "Knowing this would defiantly be helpful..."
I sighed, and got up from the couch, "I'll go talk to them. You wait here, it won't be long."
Tea nodded, and I made my way to go convince the two to learn how to read. Cami would be easy to convince, all I had to do with him was say 'I'm the Pharaoh'. But Bakura I didn't know about. Reluctantly, I knocked on Bakura's door and waited.
No reply.
I knocked again, "Bakura, let me in for a minute."
Still no answer. Growing suspicious, I opened the door myself and found his room completely empty. Where could he be? I saw him go down here. He wouldn't have gone into Cami's room, and there wasn't any other rooms left unless you count--
I stopped, and sprinted to my own master bedroom to make sure everything was all right, but the door wouldn't open. I growled and pounded my fist hard into the door as I heard the soft chuckling of one Egyptian tomb robber coming from inside my extra sized room. I pounded again, hard enough to rattle the pictures on the walls, but it was no use. I was locked out of my own room! He stole my room!
I couldn't help myself, and yelled, "BAKURA!"
****CAMI****
...So...tired...
I had to drag myself out of the Ra forsaken bed this morning to go to that Ra forsaken school with the Ra forsaken teachers who teach Ra forsaken facts that I'm going to get rid of ASAP.
Why won't my aibou come home so everything can be better?
Yami spent almost all hours of the night yelling at Bakura because he had stolen his bedroom from him. Actually, I wish I would have done it, but Bakura beat me to it. If Yami learned anything from Tea last night, I'll be amazed.
I, however, listened to Hooked On Phonics, and learned one, whole, perfect word.
It's called 'Cat'.
I am very proud of myself.
I was so proud last night, I wrote CAT all over my notebooks, so now everyone gives me more weird looks because they think I'm obsessed with cats. I think cats are girly or something...oh well. I'm also hungry, because I was all out of goldfishies when I woke up this morning. I think Yami stole some or something, and someday I WILL find out...just not today.
Today is...school.
I hope you could sense the cringe as I said that.
So far, I have failed everything, had detention twice for no reason (evil teachers, talking is SO not a crime) and have been putting off this sort of aura about myself that tells people I'm either A Gay or B: Insane. I like neither. Are you there, Ra? It's me, Cami.
....Tea read that for me off a book in Caitlin's sister's mom's bookshelf or something.
(boy that's a mouthful)
"Caitlin!"
I jumped from my comfortable almost-sleeping-position. That witch teacher, Mrs. Chrono or something like that, was standing right over me with this evil teachery look.
"Glad to see you're still with us, Miss. Caitlin. Now, would you please do me the honor of reading the next paragraph?"
Ack! She saw my stupid history book! (which was now lying on the ground because I had it over my head when SHE startled me) I quickly turned the pages, like I could actually understand a single word in the book...
...Hey there's CAT!
"Well Miss Caitlin?" She said, pressing on with such a demonic grin on her face that I flinched at the sight of it. "Will you please read the next paragraph now?"
Will I PLEASE? I get a choice? HALLALULIA! I slowly, and very maturely, close my book and stare innocently up at her.
"Actually, Miss Sensei, I'd rather not."
The whole classroom fell deadly silent, and the look on the teacher's face made me feel very nervous. All eyes were on me as the teacher leaned in closer to me.
"You mean to say, you are...just, NOT going to read? Even though I requested that you do so?"
I looked around at all the fellow students in utter shock and amusement. They all acted like I was doing something wrong or something...
"Uh...yeah, I think that's about it." I reply. "I'd rather you ask someone else please."
The teacher was utterly speechless. She only stared at me with her mouth hung slightly open, and the students only gawked in amazement, shock, and respect. Though, I was pretty sure the respect wouldn't last long, sadly. For some reason, something about me is unrespectable. Go figure.
The silence hung in the air for around four more seconds, before the bell again, saved me. I swear, that bell has become my best friend! Just yesterday it saved me from having to tell a cheerleader weather or not I was a girl or boy! Long live the bell!
Chrono snapped out of her daze at the sound of the ringing, and started to say, "Caitlin I--" But it was too late. I was long gone by then, and heading for the lunchroom[1]. I had won! Long live me and the bell!
"Hey, you!"
I stopped mentally celebrating and turned around to face the voice, somehow responding to 'you'. It was a short boy, almost Yugi short but I mean come on, Yugi was a midget. It isn't even fair to compare his height with normal people! The light haired boy clapped me on the shoulder and somehow managed to pull me down to his level so he could talk to me easier.
"Listen, man, you sure gave Chrono a shocker back there! She'll probably suspend you now, but man was it a show while it lasted, dude!" He said with a grin, "I mean, you ARE a guy...right?"
"Oh...uh...yes. My...my dad wanted a girl." I smiled back at him, truly glad I didn't have to pretend to be a girl in front of him, "Anyway, nice talking to you but I've got to go meet up with my friends. I'm starving, we don't have any food in the house, so I'm going to steal something from someone."
"But what about Christmas dinner?" He asked me, "How are you going to celebrate Christmas without food for Christmas dinner?"
I stared blankly back at him, having no clue what he was talking about. He sighed exasperatedly and shook his head.
"What about Chanukah? Kwanza? You don't celebrate any of them?"
I shook my head slowly, and for some reason the kid decided to take it upon himself to explain them. I don't know why he didn't believe me. I mean, I'm thousands of years old and lived in Egypt where we never heard of such things.
"I celebrate Christmas." The boy said with a grin, "I used to live in America before we moved to Japan."
I looked at him, it made sense. He was the only boy with blond hair I had seen at school, save Ryou who's hair was technically whialte, [A/N: NOT PURPLE STEVIE!] and everyone else normal in this facility was dark haired and dark eyed.
The boy continued with a sort of braggy air to his words, "We'd put up a tree and hang ornaments up, and over night 'Santa' would come and give us gifts."
That caught my attention, I turned around quickly to stare at the boy seriously. "So you mean, you just put up a tree and some guy gives you gifts? Just like that? Free stuff?"
The boy looked a little shaken at my sudden interest, but nodded quickly, "Yeah, that's how the story goes..."
"Mortal," I said, "I want to hear more about this, 'Christmas' thing."
*....*......* BAKURA *.....*....*
I decided to go home for lunch, today. I didn't care about walking in the raging rain, as long as I didn't have to spend another second eating with the Pharaoh's perky friends. I slammed the door as I entered the Scribe's pink house and dropped the bag lunch I had taken from some freshman onto the table.
"Hello?"
I paused, turning my head slowly as I recognized the voice coming from the living room. Irritably, I walked into the living room and viola, there was the scribe himself. I instantly regretted coming here, and wished I would have just found some classroom where I could eat in peace. Now I had to be with the Scribe, which was almost as bad as being with Pharaoh-tachi.
"Hi Bakura!" He chirped, turning the music on the radio down a bit, "What are you doing here?"
I took one look around the room and felt my eye twitch. The Scribe had decorated the room around me in happy pictures of little elf like people, and bright red and green colors. With the perky music playing, and the happy drawings, I almost felt like I had gone out of the frying pan and into the fire.
"What is this?" I asked, cringing at the over dose of happy. Pink was one thing, but this was just too much.
"It's Christmas!" Cami said gleefully, "You put up a tree, hang up things, and this big, fat, jolly old man named Santa Claus comes over and gives us free stuff!"
He held up a picture of the man so I could see what he looked like. Cami seemed overjoyed by the whole thing, but I wasn't so opt for it.
"I've been listening to this Christmas music, and I've gathered a large amount of facts so we can get lots of free stuff from this Mr. Claus. It says that he comes at exactly twelve o clock, and that you have to write a letter, which I did."
Again, he held up a piece of paper with hieroglyphics written onto it. It said simply, 'Dear Mr. Claus, please bring food. From, me.' Cami smiled brightly and hugged the letter like a newly found treasure.
"I love this Christmas thing, Bakura. I'm going to wait all night for this Mr. Claus so then I can tell him which food and such. It'll be perfect! I can't wait! Will you wait with me?"
I stared at him for a while, watching in disbelief as he hung a random key- chain onto the branches of a fake plant that was really meant to be a decoration. Cami waited patiently for my answer, but I only turned and muttered, 'I'm going back to school.'
***CAMI AGAIN***
Yami finally dragged me back to school, after finding out from Bakura that I was waiting for Santa Claus to come give me presents. So I had to go through boring old school all day, and wait until afterwards to wait for Mr. Saint Nick. And that's pretty much all I did do.
I just waited and waited.
I even skipped a dinner with everybody at Tea's house because I was afraid to leave my post.
It...was so...boring.
...School was more interesting if that puts it into perspective.
All I could do was sit there, and stare at the clock Joey taught us to read the other day. 10:00 came and went. 11:00, 11:30, 11:55, 12:00, 12:01. That's right, midnight had come and been for a whole minute and the Clause hadn't come at all! I grumbled as I decided to wait a little longer, just in case that song about him coming at midnight was a big bunch of lies.
12:15...This was becoming tedious. Finally, I gave up and sighed deeply. Maybe the American dude was lying the entire time. Maybe it was some great scheme to make a fool of myself in front of no one but myself. Only me, but why? Maybe he wanted ME to see MYSELF make a fool of me so I'd humiliate myself in the process of also find out what a stupid head I am.
....Oh he's crafty...
I got up from the table at 1:30, and feeling a small amount of disappointment, wrote another small note for the bearded man.
'Dear Mr. Clause.' I wrote, 'You are late. This is not very professional of you. I cannot wait for you any longer, and am going to bed. You had better leave twice the amount of presents to make up for your tardy arrival. I still want food. Signed, Me.'
I looked over my work one or two times before folding it and leaving it on the coffee table. Then I retreated to my room, slipped under the covers, and fell asleep in no time flat.
That kid's got some 'splaning to do.
*** NO POV ***
Bakura stood outside on the porch, awaiting the coming of his old friend. It was not long before a figure was seen, making his way down the dimly lit street and holding his umbrella tightly against the strong winds. Bakura smirked slightly as he approached the porch, and jumped when he caught sight of the white haired teen.
"So," Bakura said, "You finally decided to show up."
Malik lowered the umbrella enough to get a good look at Bakura, and he too sneered. "How did you know I was coming?"
Bakura leaned against the side of the house casually, "Instinct I suppose. I could sense your presence in my sleep."
Malik nodded, "And judging by the time I'd guess that's exactly what happened."
"Have you figured out when the mirror is for?"
Malik blinked, and pulled the object from his pocket, "I did, but not as much information as I would have liked."
"Oh?" Bakura said, cocking an eyebrow, "I've waited long enough for an explanation, Malik, so if you would just tell me what you found I'd be grateful."
"First off," Malik spoke, "It is not a mirror at all. Isis and I searched the ancient scriptures and every reference we could come up with that had similar a styling to this piece, and there was no reference to a mirror."
Malik let his words sink into the sound of the rain before continuing, "However, there is one mention to something that might be linked to this. An ancient Indian text mentions the Egyptians to have 'windows to realm of the undead'."
"I don't see what Indians have to do with this." Bakura said, getting a little agitated at the slow pace of the conversation, "The carvings on the back look clearly Egyptian."
"That is true." said Malik, "But in fact, the Indians are the only ones with mention to something like this. I believe that this is only one of the 'windows to the undead' that the Indians spoke of. They, in fact, told of hundreds of windows kept safe in the Pharaoh's palace, and that they were the very beginning to creating ways into the Shadow Realm."
"They mention the Shadow Realm directly?" Bakura asked, "How would they know of something like that?"
"We do not know as of yet." Malik explained, "But they do speak of the Shadow Realm. Apparently, they too tried to enter the Shadow Realm, but could not succeed. In return, they had a beautiful maiden come into the palace, seduce the Pharaoh, and destroy every window in sight. Except..."
Malik touched the mirror like object gently and looked closer at it, as if trying to find out a little more, "Except for this one."
Bakura scoffed, "You believe this is one of the windows that the Indians spoke of?"
Malik looked back up at Bakura, a sudden seriousness growing in his eyes as he nodded, "Yes."
"But you just told me they were destroyed." Bakura protested.
"I said ever window 'in sight' was destroyed." Malik clarified, "By the time they destroyed the windows it was too late, and the Egyptians had already been well on their way to completing their own way to enter the Shadow Realm at will. The Millenium Items, Bakura. With something like that on hand, the Pharaoh wouldn't have needed to look for pieces of the window that survived."
Bakura looked down at the object again, disbelief still lingering as he snatched it back into his own possession.
"It cannot be true." Bakura said defiantly, "If it was, why has no one found something like this in Indian text before?"
Malik looked off into the distance, "That is what I wanted to talk to you about next. Bakura, does...anyone else know you have the mirror? Anyone know that you gave it to me?"
Bakura shook his head, "No one but the Pharaoh and the Scribe, I'm sure. But what's this all about, Malik?"
"It's strange...but on the later on the same day you gave me the 'mirror', Isis uncovered the Indian texts from underneath an old, Indian monument. It seemed almost like someone wanted us to know about the whole thing. Like someone WANTED us to find the Indian text."
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Retaw- OK, now I apologize in advance if I somehow screwed something up, because not only am I not an expert in Indian history, but I have not seen all of YuGiOh.
...I know, it's sad.
Retaw- If I messed something up REALLY bad, just bring it up and I'll do my best to fix it. Don't yell at me please! *covers head with hands* It would be a mistake!
I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG IT'S JUST THAT I'VE BEEN BUSY WITH CHRISTMAS AND CHRISTMAS SHOPPING AND CHRISTMAS PARTIES AND MY BIRTHDAY WHICH IS RIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS!!
::Happy Reviewer, please forgive me. *bows repeatedly* You gave me the idea for the chapter, but I couldn't type it up and post it until Christmas Eve.
::Livi, sorry again I hadn't reviewed for a while! Thanks for reviewing my story so much, and I hope you keep reading!
::Kelsey, thanks for the long review! *sniffle* I'm touched you reviewed twice! Yes, the whole nightclub will be better explained in the next chapter.
...I think that's everybody. Well then, HAPPY HOLIDAYS ALL!