So…Important news. I'm afraid, since I have three projects due this upcoming week that will total +30 pages of writing and 20 mins of speaking, that chappie six will be a little late. I'm very sorry, and if you have a huge problem with this, please talk to my evil, evil profs. Thank you for your patience and/or understanding!
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REVIEW ANSWERS! (If you didn't review, this will most likely bore/confuse you. To enter this "select" club, review immediately! *ends plug*)
Jadeyuy: *squeals* Oh, I'm so glad you like this story! I'll do my best to keep up the good work, though due to my extreme insecurity, I'm not going to make any promises. Ok? *sheepish smile* Thank you also for your compliment – your review made a smile dance its happy way across my stressed-out face!
Erinamation-limited2-nothing: Um, thank you? I'm not sure if "interesting…" is a good thing or not, but I'm going to pretend it is. Thank you very much!
Cyberkat: *blushes and grovels apologetically* Thank you very, very much for clearing up my misunderstanding. I didn't know that the first season was a completely separate entity! Thank you so much for your helpful pointer! Although thinking about it…it does make sense. I mean – Yami evil/crazy? Seto = green hair? Mokuba = little gangsta? It's too too different. ^_^ Thankies again for the review: you seem very professional on your profile page, so I feel exceptionally honoured! I hope you like the story!
Mists: You have got to be one of my favourite reviewers! Your reviews are so long and funny! I'm really glad you appreciate the frequent updates – I know I personally hate it when people don't update a story I'm reading – even haphazardly. So, I'm certainly trying hard! I'm sorry this next chappie will come a little late, though. And! And! YOU DID A FANART FOR ME?!? *squeals like a stuck pig until she loses her voice, too* No one's EVER done that for me! Ever! And they're only for stories that people like! *does the Snoopy dance until legs fall off* That's so wonderful! It sounds so sad, though. I was sniffing just reading the description. As for the website – I'm sorry it didn't show up. Does this one work? Umm: http:// yuugiou. fran-web. net / FirstSeries / Ep01 / 03 / index.html (Just remove the spaces that were necessary for me to put in so it would show up. What – is FF.net trying to prevent the exchange of websites OTHER than their own? *grumbles*)
And I'd love to see the site that you had! I'm always searching for screencaps/ piccies in general!
…I think I've squealed at you long enough, though. Other readers are probably having trouble scrolling past this review. *meeps* At any rate, glad you like/hate the characterizations (coughCeebagueSucks!cough) (coughSoDoesWeevil!cough) Hope you like this chappie too! It explains *adopts dramatic tone* THE VOICE. Muaha.
Ravenblood: Thank you very much for the compliment – I'm glad you think my story is good! As for Yuugi, I know his "going insane" bit is out of character, but I just wanted to take a dramatic spin on the fact that Yuugi/Yami are bonded (or whatever word you wanna use) through magic and stuff. It probably won't ever happen to this extreme, but I'm using creative license and it causes more angst, ne? I hope that's all right!
Snow angel: Yay! A steady reviewer! Your reviews make me very happy indeed. *cheesy smile* Sorry about the angst, though. I'm kinda finding it tiring, too, sometimes. It's like, "Oh gee! What happens in this chappie, I wonder? Well, looks like there's vague plot development and Yuugi and Yami are angsting again! Gee. What. A. Surprise." *someone runs in to wipe up dripping sarcasm* I'm glad you think I'm a good writer! *shuffles feet in pleased embarrassment* I'm trying hard on this story, so I'm glad you like it! *gives you cookies* As for that story you described…*shudders* I've heard rumours that it exists and it sounds so very, very angsty. I hope I never had to read it while in a sad mood.
And your sugar-hyped Yami sounds very funk-ay indeed! Hello! Hope s/he likes the story! *runs and hides from possible Yami-ensuing rage*
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Right. Sorry those dragged on so long * is not really*. Oh! And I decided Yami was suffering too much and Yuugi wasn't suffering enough. So, just because I'm lazy, I'll leave Yami's suffering the same and increase Yuugi's. How's that? *snerk* (I think I'm going to start writing happy ficlets. This story's beginning to really depress me!)
Without further ado, here's the next chappie!
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Disclaimer: *yawns* If I verily didst owneth of Yu-gi-oh, then I wouldst not be writing in this most Bad English as I didst truly attempt to stave off sleep in an exceedingly trying attempt to finish mine own lowly homework for tomorrow after having finished writing a truly bad story involving fictional characters. Eth. Yea, verily. (Read: They're not mine, and I'm too tired to be creative enough to say so wittily.)
Note: Extremes are bad. Too much darkness and you get lost in the Shadows. Too much light and you're cut with the ribbons of Brilliance.
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Yuugi sighed in relief as Kaiba finally – finally – believed him. How many minutes had been wasted trying to convince the zillionaire that he knew what he was talking about? Too many. Too much time had flown by, when he wasn't reunited with his Yami. What was happening to him? Who knew what sort of situation Yami was in? Maybe it was another duel, where the stakes were too high to lose! Or maybe it was in the Shadow Realm, and Yami was trying to take on some evil thing all by himself! Or maybe –
"Yuugi."
Yuugi snapped out of his lip-gnawing worry. It was getting harder to concentrate with each passing minute. The colours around him were waving in a pastel-coloured smog and the floor kept spinning around him. That chair over there was starting to look awfully pointed – which just brought him back to his pointed, empty Puzzle. He could almost feel it crying tears of bloodied agony at the sheer emptiness inside. He could relate. His soul still waved, lost, among a sea of incandescent dagger edges. They gleamed so brightly, he could feel himself get lost in the brightness – there was only the light, the sheer purity of it all which was starting to hurt his eyes. He frantically tried to look away, but it was no use! The brilliance was all around him, blinding him, cutting into his wounded soul with its shining, all-consuming, inescapable radiance… Desperately, he cast his eyes for a spot to rest them, a shadow where he could gaze trustingly at a kindred spirit who protected him from the devouring gleam, but no, Yami was gone gone gone gone go-
"Yuugi!"
Large eyes blinked in puzzlement as he suddenly found himself staring several inches into Seto's face. When had he gotten so close? Yuugi suddenly became aware of an almost painfully tight grip on his shoulders. What was going on?
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Seto shook him again. Holy crap – what was wrong with this kid? After Ryou's explanation and further thought on his part, he had decided to reluctantly accept the idea that Yuugi did, indeed, have two actual beings within him. Or used to, at least. Except when he had told Yuugi that he'd be willing to help, the other duelist had just stared into space. Waving a hand in front of his eyes hadn't worked and neither had shouting his name in a loud voice. Seto was finally forced to grab him by the shoulders and shake him, and even then it had taken several tries. Finally, though, it looked as if the smaller duelist was coming out of his trance.
"...K-Kaiba? What's going on?
Where's my Yami?"
'What?'
Kaiba shook his head in disbelieving sympathy. Yuugi was definitely getting worse by the minute. They had to hurry and find this 'other half' of his, before the boy completely lost any grip he had on reality.
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Anzu stepped forward, concerned. Yuugi wasn't looking too good. In fact, he was currently sitting on the reclining chair. His face was pale, his wide were wide and unseeing, and his knees had been drawn up to his chest – unmindful of the shoes on the upholstery – so that they could be enveloped in a white-knuckled grip hug.
Yuugi was huddled in the corner of the chair, rocking back and forth incessantly.
Yuugi was muttering to himself.
Yuugi was going insane.
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'Aibou!'
Yami's eyes glazed over as he crawled the few inches to the other side of his container. His aibou! His aibou was here!
Yami couldn't figure out why his hikari had appeared. His bleeding, ragged mind was too far-gone into the Shadows to form any sort of coherent thought. In fact, it was all he could do to reach up and press a trembling hand against the plastic wall.
Desperately, his mind reached for his other half's link. Surely, with him being this close, their bond could re-establish itself? Their reunion would return the light and life and meaning and everything back into his existence-
Where was it? There was no link?
Where was the lightlightlight where?
"Yami!"
It didn't matter. Yuugi's very presence would soothe his tormented being. As long as he could look at his hikari, he would be content. The fact he was stuck in piercing, agonized torment didn't matter.
Still…maybe he could ask?
Clearing his screamingscreamingraw throat, he blinked upwards, "A-Aibou? C-Could you let me-"
His aibou's crystalline voice suddenly turned cold and cut him off. "No. You don't deserve to be free. You are, after all, only a creation."
Yami slumped closer to the floor in defeat. Sinking further into the hazy fog of oblivion, he shuddered. It was just as he had thought – he was nothing. How could he have ever thought otherwise? He couldn't remember any of his past – the bits and pieces that floated in his mind were probably mere fantasies. It was as his truthful other half had said. He was nothing…
The maggot of the abyss of Darkness slithered over his neck. The slimy, frozen numbness thankfully dissolved all the sensations below his collarbone – his heart didn't clench painfully, he couldn't feel his hands cutting into his skin, there wasn't any more blood running down his legs…
His eyes widened in a despairing epiphany.
He existed only to help his aibou.
He – nothing of nothingness – could only serve his aibou.
He existed to serve.
He was nothing else.
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Dr. Garu watched as the boy's eyes broadened and a deranged grin oozed onto cracked lips. Whatever he was thinking, it was obvious his delicate mental state had definitely taken a turn for the worse. Garu could practically see the cracked mind split further apart.
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Dr. Ceebague smirked as he observed the interactions between the almost identical boys. Little did Mutou 2 know that the thing he was facing was NOT, in fact, his original host.
They had, after all, cutting edge technology, donated – unknowingly – by KaibaCorp. Having obtained that, it had been ridiculously easy to hack into Kaiba's database of recordings and construct a hologram of Yuugi Mutou. The hologram's voice was readily supplied by all of the sound files Kaiba had collected. How foolish of the duelist to believe his computer was impenetrable from his own technology!
They had Yuugi's actions projected by a hologram. A program that took the recordings of the boy's voice by the surveillance cameras then cut and pasted the words in order to form the sentences Ceebague wanted to ask supplied the voice.
The system wasn't perfect, but it was certainly effective at obtaining data. 'Just look at the subject! On his hands and knees, looking at the hologram as if it were a spring of water in the middle of the Sahara. He'd do anything it asked,' Ceebague thought with tainted glee. His necessary data would be recorded in record time and soon, Mutou 2 would obey their every whim.
Excellent.
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Seto looked up in frustration. It seemed no matter what they did, Yuugi would just sink further into…wherever he was going in his mind. It had gotten to the point where even shaking him wasn't working. Things had gotten so bad that he was actually considering taking up Bakura – who'd resumed control at some time – on his offer to dump shockingly cold water on the small duelist.
All of a sudden, he couldn't stand being in this confined area. He moved decisively away, leaving Anzu to move forward to where he had been standing.
"Yuugi! Yuugi, come on, please! Wake up! It's Anzu – don't you recognize my voice?!"
Seto shook his head as he scanned his monitors that were still recording the duels on the island. He could imagine Yuugi's face: shivering and shaking and staring blankly into some distant point.
Jounouchi chimed in, "Yuug'! Come ON, buddy! I know you can break thru' dis! Come ON!"
Silence.
Seto took a cursory look at the main computer screen. Of course there wouldn't be a change. They'd been trying to reach Yuugi for the past 45 minutes – 30 seconds would not change that. The worst part was that they needed Yuugi's description of the abductors. Anzu was of no help; she was too busy worrying over the comatose boy. 'Not that you blame her,' some inner voice commented drily. 'You've never seen him this bad, not even after-'
A sudden beeping on his main screen broke off his worrying train of thought. The specially designed alarm was for specific instances where something was hacking into his main harddrive. Instantly on a different kind of alert, Seto immediately typed in several rapid commands to trace the invader. The cute icon that Mokuba had designed popped up, signaling that the computer was tracking the intruder. Seto smirked. Ever since the disappearance of several highly powered computers, he'd been expecting an attack such as this. And now, finally, it had come and he could relax in a way, knowing that the wait was over.
Honda looked over. "Hey, Kaiba, is there a reason you're not helping Yuugi?"
Seto turned with a sneer. "Why, yes, there is. It just so happens that I also have a company to run. And since, recently, some fools decided to steal several powerful computers, I've been on the lookout for any hacking attempts. And it looks as if one has just been made."
Jounouchi turned around and frowned. "Don't ya care that Yuug' here hasn't answered in ages? An' all you care about is a buncha stupid thieves?"
Seto twitched. Of course he cared, no matter how much he suppressed it. Yuug had a way of worming his way into any heart and softening it. It was driving Seto crazy that he couldn't do anything to help.
Bakura abruptly swaggered over, smirking as if the world was ending, all because of something he had done. Seto glared at the snowy haired boy. First he had dared to push Mokuba out of the way and now he was – What was he doing anyway?
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Bakura cackled. It was with great satisfaction that he sidled over to the shattered boy on the leather chair and dumped the ice-cold water on him. The ice-cubes slid down his shirt, even as goose bumps were automatically formed.
Yuugi blinked. Lethargically.
Bakura tilted his head in vague bewilderment. That should have worked. He certainly knew that it was the only thing that got Ryou up on the morning when he was sleeping through school.
Then he shrugged. Ah well. When all else failed…
Tapping into the power of his Ring, he yanked the coveted Puzzle out of Yuugi's convulsing hands and sent a jolt of Shadow magic through. After all, the sooner the brat identified the fools, the sooner Bakura and his hikari would be out of danger of any separation.
His host was most accommodating, after all.
And he did need a body.
Self-imposed musings were brought to an abrupt end as Yuugi gasped and stood up with a scream of despair.
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Brightlightbrightlightbrightlightbrightlight.
It cut into him, exposed his shameful secrets, his forbidden thoughts, to the cosmos. He could feel the disapproval radiating from all around.
Brightbrightbrightbright.
It gouged into his soul. Where was his shadow? His shadow had protected him – saved him from the blinding luminescence.
CuttingExposingSearingScreamingBrightbrightbright!
And then – suddenly – blessed relief. A tsunami of rippling darkness appeared from out of nowhere and dimmed the light. It retreated to the far side of his vision and was just so, so, so grateful it wasn't hacking chunks of his essence anymore.
His Yami had returned! There was no other explanation. His Yami was there and he was back and they were together again…
Beaming, he turned in the nothingness to find –
Nothing.
"NO!"
Yuugi's eyes shot back into reality.
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On the sidelines, Mokuba gave a huge sigh of relief. Yuugi was awake again! He hadn't been too sure about what had happened. It had been really scary, though. The way that Yuugi kept hugging himself and staring…it reminded Mokuba of the horrible late nights of before. Late nights, when he'd be waiting for Seto to come home and he was cold. So he'd hug his knees to his chest and stare into the dark, straining to hear the sound of the front door opening.
Maybe Yuugi had been waiting for somebody too! And maybe he was awake because that someone had come in! Mokuba glanced around, but he couldn't see anyone new in the room.
That was ok, though. Whatever it was, he knew Seto could figure it out. Seto never lost!
Confidence brimming in his mind, Mokuba made himself comfortable on his specially designed chair – just for him! Seto was the best brother ever! – and watched the proceedings unfold.
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Yami watched as his aibou spoke. How wonderful it was! He tried to ignore the torn mind link in the back of his conscience. It still screamed at him, but he could ignore that because there were lots of things screaming in his ear and could ignore them all. He could! He could! His aibou was here!
He hung on to his hikari's every word, eager for the chance to answer, to show his knowledge, to helphelphelp his wonderfulbright other half of his soul.
"Tell me, Yami…do you like it here?"
Ah! His aibou had asked him a question! Looklooklook at what his aibou trusted him with! He'd show his light that he could always rely on this tainted, darkened creation that screamed out of nothingness.
He ignored the raw vocal cords that moaned and pleaded for rest and soothingsoothing liquid so that he could answer.
"You're here, aibou. That's all I need. You're all I need."
His Yuugi had nodded in approval! Happiness tumbled through him and he let out a pleased giggle, once again shoving aside the crying, bloody throat.
Wait. Someone else was coming? He recognized him – badbadbad demon who'd taken his aibou away. But his light was back? Howhowhow?
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Dr. Ceebague looked at the tilted head and confused expression. Time to really begin acquiring some data. "It was I who brought Yuugi here," 'little dog,' he added mentally. 'You're practically begging for scraps from your master.' Continuing nevertheless, he said, "But in order for you two to stay together, he needs your help. Do you think you can do that?"
The subject's head bobbed rapidly – jerkily – up and down.
"Excellent. Then you won't mind if he asks you some more questions then?"
Vigorous shaking sent sweat-matted bangs against still tear-stained cheeks.
"Wonderful. Please try to be exact in your answers."
Confusion appeared on the subject's face.
This was too easy. "It would help Yuugi…"
Bloodshot eyes widened to disturbing proportions. The head jerked up and down again.
"But! You have to tell the truth or Yuugi will go away again."
Tears filled the boy's eyes as he actually started whimpering.
"Good. I'll leave you two alone, then."
Dr. Ceebague turned to leave, assured of the veracity of the following answers.
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Once the scientist was gone, the Yuugi turned to face him again.
"You want to help me, don't you?"
Yami grinned as he nodded. Yesyesyes! Help aibou!
"Good. Now. First question: Where do you come from?"
In his mental search to please his owner, Yami didn't notice the discordance of the vision in front of him. He didn't hear the warning claxons in his head. Nor did he feel the monsters from the Madness consuming him either. The maggot circled lazily around his head in a sick version of a victory lap.
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If the Darkness could be personified, it would smile. It would leer in twisted, blood-tainted satisfaction. After all, only several years had passed – an eye blink, no more – and it had fully devoured the former ruler of Egypt again. Once more, it would make him into the creature of Darkness, his emissary, and send him forth when the time was right.
The thoughts of Yami – and never had the name been more appropriate – cracked and echoed delightfully in the Void.
After all, evil followed insanity very closely indeed.
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Seto rolled his eyes as a doting Jounouchi helped a stumbling Yuugi over to the computer screen. Anzu slipped a chair under him, conveniently catching the smaller duelist as his legs gave out from under him. Well, at least they'd be able to answer some questions now.
"All right, Yuugi. What did they look like?" Seto asked.
Dazed, violet eyes stared dolefully up at him, even as the facial features expressed incomprehension.
It was then that Seto decided to send Mokuba out of the room. His little brother had already gone through so much – 'so much! And he hadn't been able to help; it had always been Yuugi!' – so very much, Mokuba didn't need to witness his other hero's horrible, steady mental decay.
"Mokuba."
"Yes, big brother?" Trusting eyes shimmered with happiness and innocence at him.
"Mokuba, how about you get some drinks? Um…."
Mokuba blinked, then nodded his acceptance. "I'll just bring up a couple of everything, ok? And don't worry!" he added, realizing the protection Seto was offering, "I won't hurry too much."
Seto smiled. "Good. Thank you."
Mokuba waved good-bye as he walked out the door.
'Now then…'"Yuugi. Those two men you saw last night? What did they look like?"
Once again, Yuugi stared, unblinking.
Jounouchi stepped up. "Lemme try, ya jerk! All right, Yuug'! Remember last night?"
Anzu added helpfully, "With your Yami?"
That, at least provoked widened eyes and a sigh of dismay. "…Yami..? Is he here yet?"
Jounouchi sweat dropped. "Uh…no. Not yet. But we're getting him back, 'member?"
Glazed eyes blinked slowly. "Oh…right."
"Can you remember what dey looked like? The jerks that took Yami away?"
The eyes narrowed, "Meanies."
Seto refrained from slapping his hand to his head in sheer frustration. "Yes, they are mean, Yuugi. But what did they look like?"
Large eyes drifted sideways in thought, "Dark. They were dark. But not like my Yami dark. Yami-dark is soft and warm and –"
"Yes, Yuugi, dear. We know," said Anzu sympathetically. "You've told us a bunch of times."
Seto glared. "What. Did. They. Look. Like?" The sooner they got this over with, the sooner Yuugi would be back to normal – hopefully. Seto was really missing the confident duelist. This wasn't even a shell of the former self. It was beginning to disgust him.
"Uh…they wore suits. And…sunglasses? At night. Which was weird. But not as weird as Yami's soul room! It has all these stairs and doors but they're locked or empty or –"
"Yuugi." Honda was pitching in now. "Maybe you could concentrate on the baddies here?" He might not have been so impatient, if it weren't for the fact that Bakura was playing a knife. How he got it, Honda never wanted to know.
"My Yami's not a baddie! Why doesn't anyone understand that?"
Anzu began sniffling, even as she tried to soothe Yuugi with calming words. This was horrible. The way Yuugi was slowly slipping away from them, into incoherence. She wished there was something she could do. Anything at all…
"Wait – Kaiba! Would our location be helpful?"
Seto glanced at the earnest girl. "Yes, actually, it would. Where were you?"
"Umm…" A petite frown crossed her sweet face as she journeyed to the table, where a detailed map lay of the island. "I know we were in a forest…"
'A forest?' thought Seto. "Would it be on the North side of the island?"
Anzu thought. "Yes. That sounds about right. Why?"
Seto smirked. Chance had favoured them today – or at least overwhelming technological advances had. "I've installed security cameras in parts of the forests. Let's see if we can't find these men of yours."
He swiveled and typed in commands into his surveillance system. Immediately, several points of view that surveyed the forest popped up. Backtracking, they rewound a few hours until they displayed 8:30 the previous night. Most of the group assembled around the telling screens, trying hard to see details in the darkened recordings. Seto's eyes, accustomed by now at identifying Yuugi, almost immediately found him on Monitor #3. "There! Now…" And yes. There they were – the two "scientists" who were just coming into the picture.
Anzu called excitedly, "Yuugi! We've found them!"
Yuugi's head turned slowly from his position in the chair, then gradually rose. He walked over and looked at the screen.
He was just in time to witness his Yami being thrown against the tree.
Yuugi's breath hitched and he hugged himself, trying to somehow ward off the gnawing guilt and icy feelings. Still, he did get to see Yami. He could be happy with that, right? For the time being? YamiYamiYamiYami…
Seto winced in sympathy at the impact. Ouch. The taller of the two scientists suddenly turned, to swat at an insect, perhaps, but it offered the perfect view of his previously obscured face.
"Computer! Freeze Monitor 3!"
Automatically, the machine obeyed. "Enlarge," ordered Seto, sneering in his victory. They had those freaks now.
As the monitor focused on the close-up of the doctor, though, Seto's sneer turned to a thoughtful look. "That face looks familiar, somehow…" he muttered. Typing in the command to save the picture, yet reduce it to half its size on screen, he turned to another database. Pushing aside Jounouchi's persisting, pestering questions, he recalled his office's recordings, focusing on the meetings. Several tense minutes passed, as the group waited in tense perplexity for Kaiba to solve whatever riddle he was working on.
Yuugi shuffled back to the chair in order to try and ward off the brightness. It was spawning again…
Suddenly, Kaiba let out a startled shout. His meeting at 11 A.M. with those two Union-duelists! He KNEW something had been off! Sure enough, an enlarged photo of Mr.….Marion, hadn't it been? At any rate, Mr. Marion's face perfectly matched the face of the scientist of the night.
He growled. They had made a fool out of him! And if they were after Yuugi's Yami, then that would explain all those questions. Well, they certainly would not get away with this indignity! His hands clenched and unclenched spasmodically as he began twitching.
Wait! That would mean he was also responsible for Yami's abduction. He had given them crucial information, and then they had…they had…
His eyes narrowed, reminiscent of his legendary Dragons' eyes before a satisfying victory. He would find them. And then they would pay. After all, this wasn't just about helping Yuugi anymore, no. This time, it was personal.
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Meanwhile, Yami giggled as his vacant stare raptly absorbed the speaking hologram. Yesyesyes!! Helpworshiphelp-serveserveserve!
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A/N: Divey: I finished typing at two in the AM. *yawns* Is sleepy…Did this chapter make any sense?
*crickets chirp*
Divey: Anyway! Who hates Ceebague?
Yuugi: *shrieks* Oh, me! I do! I do!
Yami: *giggles* Aibou, aibou, aibou…
Yuugi: *wails* Ya~miii! Be cool again! *pouts*
Yami: *miraculous recovery, because he's sick of being insane* Ok!
Yuugi: YAY! ^__________^ Yami!
Yami: Aibou! ^___________^
Divey: At any rate, you'll notice how incredibly OOC Yami is being. I was attempting to show his complete lack of anything sane by representing him as a lesser being of servitude. Eg: Faithful puppy dog: Wonderful, but not necessarily bright.
Mokuba: *pouts* I wanna dog.
Seto: *too busy twitching at revelation* Ceebague? I thought his name was Marion!
Bakura: *snorts* They fooled you, you idiot. Not that it was that hard.
Ryou: *pouts* I had absolutely NO lines here!
Divey: *pats head* That's because Bakura's cooler, you sweet thing. You're just cute! And occasionally angsty. I'll write you your own thing soon enough, ok?
Note: For some reason, I'll portray angst, insanity, and other controversial issues, but I try hard not to swear. Except for strong, strong emphasis. (And even then I tend to type it as fast as I can, just so I can get away from it. Go figure). Thought you might like to know…
So! Crazy, evil scientist has successfully pissed off Yuugi, Yami (well, if he comes back to sanity, that is.), Bakura, AND Seto. Wow. He's worse than Naraku from Inu Yasha!
Next Chapter: The chase commences in earnest as the story winds its way to the inevitable climax. *thinks* Two more chappies? Or so? I'll try to have the next one posted by next week. Okies?
Thank you for reading and reviewing! They've been super appreciated! And everyone's been so nice! And thank you also for putting up with my, *glances* extra-long comments. I like babbling. ^_^;;
Seto: Review. Because I'm cool.
Yami: I'll giggle creepily…!
Noa: *suddenly appears* I'll whine like a brat until I get my way! I'm good at that!
*Masses (hopefully) rush to review at the vague threat*
Seto: Stop upstaging me, darnit!
Yami: *Smirks*
Noa: *whines* What about meee….?
Divey: You don't count because your dub voice is annoying and I think you pose too much. And you turned Duke (Otogi) into stone. And Mokuba. And Seto. And probably others too, except I haven't watched those eppies yet. *mutters* Stupid fact that Canada is behind on YGO watching…*pouts*