What Once Was is Again
Diclaimer: I do not own any of the characters within Yugioh, minus Strawberry (who you will find out about in my fic). Said characters are also OOC. So live with it it's the way I write! Hehehe.
Warning: there have been minor to extreme changes within the characters of Yugioh, but it is all interesting changes no less and makes for interesting reading I must say.
At Kaiba Corp. Seto sat in his chair with an immense look of stress screwed into his pretty little face, causing his ice blue eyes to shrink and form a cold malice stare. Seto drummed his fingers on his glazed wooden desk, penetrating a hole into his laptop, which sat there, helpless and dead. You could call this equipment abuse but to Seto it was another thing apart of his job. Mokuba sat silently across the room on a couch, to afraid to move, thinking the slightest twitch would set Seto off. All Mokuba could do, basically, was stare at the floor. A thumping came down the hallway towards the door. Mokuba shifted his eyes towards the noise, a drop of sweat running down from his brow to his chin. 'Who could it be?' Thought Mokuba. 'I hope they remember it's Seto's silence hour. I don't want them to be yelled at or worse, fired. It would most likely be fired. That's how it's always been. I hope it's one of those people that I hate. I always need those people taken off of my hands. Though harassing them is always good fun and something to do around here. Uh oh, I'm rambling on again.' Mokuba's thoughts were disturbed when the doors shot open. Mokuba winced at the slight shudder the doors made on their hinges. He shot a glance at Seto who had whipped his glare from the laptop to the person standing in the doorway. Mokuba turned back towards the door to see who had entered. A dark emerald haired kid stood in the doorway, with light emerald streaked bangs. He was about Seto's age and the same height as Joey. He wore a white shirt and jeans with a quicksilver emblem on the front of his shirt. A little design ran down the middle of the shirt's sleeve as well. Mokuba almost slid off the couch.
'Noa!! You should know better than that!' Thought Mokuba, chewing on his lip.
"Seto!!!! I'm bored to hell! There's nothing to do at Kaiba Corp.!" Noa's eyes were fixed on Seto's. If Noa's eyes were a little lighter, they would match Seto's perfectly. But Noa had something that Seto didn't have and it told them apart quite well. You could clearly see the innocence in Noa's eyes were that has been missing from Seto's for years. It gives Noa childhood and youth. A different kind of youth from Seto's, mind you. Mokuba shook his head, "Noa you can be just like Seto. Your gaze could fight back Seto's if you tried hard enough." Mokuba whispered to himself, not letting Seto hear this.
"I've broken all the codes and security locks in this building and re- writ them, giving thieves impossible access. That was a favour for you and now you owe me but only when the time comes can you re-pay me. When I need it most is more preferred. I helped, no wait! Harassed the unworthy lowlifes in this building and gave them a bigger workload. I cracked the codes of other businesses and gave you access to their money. Personally I thought you needed it. You seemed kind of behind on the chart polls." By this time Noa had already seated himself down by Mokuba. Mokuba on the other hand was completely lost. He looked towards Seto for guidance but Seto seemed grim.
"Noa!! I've heard enough! You know what time it is! Don't break rules for your own selfish needs!" Seto snapped under the pressure. He rubbed his forehead.
"It's not a rule Seto. I looked it up and it's not in the rule book." Answered Noa with this snide remark.
"I DON'T GIVE A FLYING GLOUTIOUSMAXIMUS!! (whhaaa????) YOU INTERUPTED ME DURING SILENCE HOUR!!!!!!! YOU KNOW I NEED IT AND YOUR RAMBLING ON IS GIVING ME A HEADACHE!!!" If Seto was any louder he could of shattered the big bay windows. "Seto don't use big words your confusing Mokuba and by the way, I think I'm not the only one giving you a headache and say it don't belt it!" Noa had his ears plugged and he held up a bottle.
"I got this for you today at the pharmacy. They're mood swing pills. It should help manage your anger problem but I think you're beyond help. Oh well! They just put this on the market, well actually this is the first bottle and I said you'd be glad to try them out first, as their guinea pig." Noa said all this leisurely, with no fear of getting his head ripped off. Seto's right eye was now twitching. He was obviously trying to conceal his wrath. Seto picked up a squeeze-toy that Mokuba had gotten him for his b-day. He squeezed it till the eyes popped out of its head. He dropped it onto the floor and looked at Noa.
"Well...what do you want me to do about it?" Seto forced it out through clenched teeth.
"I don't know! I thought it was good to let you know that I was bored." He smiled and flashed an adorable look at Seto.
"Cute." Seto sat there for a moment in silence, rubbing his temple. Mokuba saw the strain in Seto's face.
"With all this stress Seto's going to turn old early." Mokuba mused to himself. He picked up a pillow lying on the couch and carried it over to Seto. He thrust it into Seto's face as if he were trying to suffocate Seto to death. Well that's what Noa thought but Seto told him wrong. Seto screamed into the pillow while Mokuba held it in his face. After a minute or so Seto lifted up his head and heaved a big sigh.
"Talk in rhymes..."
"Seto, that's not a good enough challenge for me." Noa piped up. Seto banged his fist on the desk. "Let me finish!"
"Oops! Sorry." Noa sat there, all tensed up.
"Talk in rhymes backwards for a day. That should keep you busy if it's a challenge for you Noa. It's not that hard is it?" Seto spoke with a mocking tone. Noa puffed up at the challenge. "No, I can do it. Thanks for the confront Seto. I'll think about it." Noa lifted himself off of the velvet red couch. He walked towards the door but was stopped by the lights flickering, than completely burning out. The room went pitch black like a blanket was thrown over them.
"What the hell happened know?"
"Pillow?" Offered Mokuba.
Elsewhere in the city other lights are going out but only in chosen houses.
"OW! JEBUS! That hurt! Will you get off of me? You're crushing my ribs!" There was a splash of water, slipping and sliding and someone falling and cursing in pain.
"Well you poked me in the eye with your toe, my aibou!" Yami Malik crawled out of the tub, rubbing his head were he had hit it on the tap. "OW! That's smarts! Remind me to kill Otogi after this. OH RA!! My eye burns!! Did you cut your toenails?"
"Yes I cut my toenails and second it was the soap bar that jabbed you in the eye!" Marik sat there in the tub with a wicked smile on his face.
"Shut-up Marik or you'll have a dose of the soap in your eye!" Marik wiped the smile off his face though the urge to laugh was still there.
"How do you know it was Otogi? Marik questioned his yami, waiting for a reply.
"I felt his power surge go off and the neighbours lights are still on, you dolt." Yami Malik shook his head suggesting that his light was a baka.
"Marik (yeh) do you feel like you're missing something or someone?"
"No why?" Marik cocked his head in confusement. "Should I be missing something?"
"Marik you nimrod! How are you ever going to keep a 'friend' if you don't even care if they're missing!!" Marik looked in the direction his yami's voice was coming from. "Does this have to do with Ryou?"
"No it doesn't! What the hell do you think it is? Ryou's been missing for three whole days!!"
"He could have been visiting his father or a relative and maybe, just maybe, he wanted it to be secret so he could have time by himself."
"Have you ever given this a thought? His yami would never go with him or let him go for that matter! Yami Bakura hates Ryou's family. He despises them!" Malik waited for the reply, knowing what would issue from his light's lips.
"No I never thought of it like that," Yami Malik fell forward, aiming to hit his head on the tub but missed and corked his head on the toilet edge.
"Oh Ra! Oww-eeww!!! What's that rank smell? I think someone left a floater in the toilet! Aw dang!!" Yami Malik scrambled to his feet and backed away from the toilet as quick as his wet feet could carry him. He tripped over Marik's discarded clothes and landed into the towel hamper. There was splashing in the tub and a thump on the floor. The sound of bare, wet skin slipping across the floor resounded into Yami Malik's ears.
"I almost landed in that toilet! If I did there would be a price to pay! Marik, how many times do I have to tell you to flush the toilet?"
"It wasn't me Yami! I always flush the toilet and you know that, so stop hiding it! It was you! That's why you stinked!"
"It wasn't me Marik! I always flush as well and it couldn't be Isis.... ODIAN!!!" they finished together.
"And to think I thought it was you that smelt so bad."
"I thought it was you Yami but boy was I wrong." Inquired Marik through a plugged nose.
"Oh god! Lets get out of here before I puke." Yami Malik hopped out of the towel hamper, picked up his sandy blonde aibou and raced towards their room. They threw on Marik's clothes causing Yami Malik's own clothes to appear. The two Egyptians raced out the door, gagging on the rancid smell that was filling Marik's house.
"Marik, we have a job to do. Get your high horse in gear and lets find Otogi." Yami Malik had Marik by the wrist, practically dragging him down the street.
"Slow down Yami! I can't get my horse in gear if you're half dragging me down the street. You're gonna give me street rash!" Marik was huffing and puffing behind his yami. All he could do was try to gather up his feet from under himself.
"It wont be my fault if you get pavement burn." Otogi and Yugi were waiting for everyone to arrive, after the little incident. They chatted over a little hot chocolate or coffee, in each ones hand, talking about old memories. If no one was busy doing their own little jobs you could hear their laughter from a mile away.
"That was rich!" Otogi sat gasping for air. His eyes were full of tears from laughing so hard. "No one ever knew Seto had a fear until that one fateful day."
"Yah! The spider tree, that's the name of it now. It's full of spiders even if it was lit on fire and burned to a crisp. Seto can't get rid of them." Laughed Yugi.
"Yugi, do you remember how he reacted."
"How can I forget. When ever a spider landed on him, he would run and fling his arms in a frenzy." Yugi grabbed his sides. "Oh, my sides hurt from laughing so hard. I feel like I'm going to burst."
"Don't forget that he screamed like a little school girl!" They looked at each other before bursting out into a fit of hysterical laughter.
"Okay, I officially have laughing cramps now." Yugi sipped his hot chocolate. He sighed at the old memories. He shook himself out of his reminiscing and looked at Otogi.
"Otogi. (Yah?) Are you sure that they're going to come? I think only a few would know what that meant, that you wanted to speak with them."
"Don't worry about it Yugi. I'll get the message across to the ones that are mortal and the incompetent one." Otogi sat back and sipped on his coffee. "Lovely smell caffeine gives off, hey Yugi?"(What?) Otogi raised his hand to block Yugi's reply. He pointed at the ground so Yugi could figure out what had distracted him. The ground drew in a white mist that rippled in waves. An ancient music started to play, signifying that something mysterious was coming through. A white turban surfaced through the mist, leading up to a man in a dirty white cloak and a white robe with puffy pants underneath it. His eyes were nothing but dead looking-as if there was barely any life force in them.
"Shaadi, you can stop playing that annoying song of yours. We get the picture, you're ancient." Otogi looked at the Egyptian with a sarcastic grin.
"Fine!" The Egyptian spoke with an ancient drawl that seemed to roll of his tongue lazily. He pulled out a tape player that was hidden under his garments and turned it off. He placed it on the bench and sat down beside Otogi. He turned his head to a tilted position and started to eye Otogi.
"What are you starring at?" Otogi's eyes widened, for he saw what was going to happen but was to late to stop it. Shaadi had reached out and snagged Otogi's Styrofoam cup full of coffee. Shaadi had miss calculated that the cup snapped easily and squeezed it to hard. The cup split like a banana and spilt coffee all over Otogi.
"Butterfingers! Look what you did!!" Otogi was fuming. His clothes were covered with coffee from head to toe. Yugi looked at Otogi. He looked ready to shred Shaadi to pieces.
"Now Otogi, be reasonable. Shaadi didn't mean to."
"Yugi! Stop covering for this baka! Look at me!!" Yugi knew what was going to come next. Otogi would say his clothes were ruined and then strangle Shaadi.
"I'm coffee less!! I need my daily after noon coffee!" Yugi sat there speechless. Otogi was worried about his coffee not his clothes.
"But what about your clothes? They're stained."
"Yugi I can fix that." Otogi snapped his fingers. The clothes ringed themselves out, leaving no stains just a puddle of coffee on the pavement. Shaadi rolled his eyes.
"And I wanted that coffee too." Pouted Shaadi.
"It was your fault you broke it you dingaling! Now I have to get a new one." Otogi snapped his fingers once more and there came a 'pop' noise. A cup of steaming coffee appeared before him.
"Oh well, that coffee was getting old." Otogi went silent as he drank his coffee. Shaadi quivered and bent over, covering his head with his arms.
"You better duck down Yugi if you want to keep your head." With that Otogi ducked, shielding his coffee cup. Yugi not knowing what was wrong ducked any ways because these guys always had a sixth sense for dangerous happenings. They waited in silence for something-anything that was coming their way. In the distance there was a scuffling noise drawing near. As it got louder they heard a couple of voices. They sounded as if they were fighting over something. There was a bang on the bench and two Egyptians came rolling over, fighting and swearing in pain. As one landed on top the one on the bottom turtled and stopped fighting. Yugi uncurled from his protection position and met the gaze of two amethyst orbs with pinpricks for pupils.
"Marik!" Yugi sat up and looked at the sandy blonde who was currently under his yami. Yami Malik sat up from wrestling with a ball of clothes. His body pinned his light to the ground leaving Marik no way to squirm. Malik looked upon his aibou and shook his head in disappointment. He ran his fingers through his sandy blonde bangs to brush them out of his eyes.
"Marik, stop turtling and fight back for your freedom. I won't stop poking you until then. One of us has to win." Malik started poking and prodding at Marik, hard enough to leave bruises. It caused Marik to writhe in pain. Little pinpricks were stabbing into his face, especially right between the eyes. Marik had no option but to turn and face the oncoming pokes. He wriggled onto his back and bit the next finger that was about to land on his flustered face. Malik pulled back as a set of canines skinned his finger. A small, sharp pain rushed up his finger. He waved it in the air to try and cool of the sensitive nerves that pulsed in his fingertip. He popped the injured pointer finger in his mouth, speaking sour words to his light. "You little rat! Who told you to bite?"
"YOU practically told me to!! How could I defend myself? You had my arms pinned!!!"
"Biting shouldn't be outlawed! RA knows where that filthy little mouth has been!" Marik grinned at the statement. "Sure saves me a whole lot of energy!" Malik got off his aibou and dusted himself off. He watched his aibou bend onto his hands, arching his belly upwards, exposing it to the wind. His aibou gave himself a little whip and brought his chest forwards giving him the extra jump to land on his feet. Malik lifted an eyebrow, 'Show-off.' Coughed Yami Malik through his balled fist, which he had raised to his mouth. The three, by then, had risen from their protection (except Yugi who had been watching the whole episode play out) and watched with exaggerated expressions.
"Well then. That was quite a show. I have to be off to gather the others." Otogi snapped his fingers thrice and then vanished into a dark cloud of smoke. They sat or stood quietly for a few seconds, not knowing what to do. Out of nowhere a hand came through the air and grabbed Shaadi by his cloak.
In a distant place they could here Otogi's voice, sounding kind of distant and stretched.
You can help retrieve the others with me, you lazy baka! Shaadi gripped the seat, straining to keep hold but failed and disappeared into the vortex screeching.
"Do you think he put it on a little to thick?" Marik and Yugi looked at Yami Malik, dumfounded.
"What?"
Diclaimer: I do not own any of the characters within Yugioh, minus Strawberry (who you will find out about in my fic). Said characters are also OOC. So live with it it's the way I write! Hehehe.
Warning: there have been minor to extreme changes within the characters of Yugioh, but it is all interesting changes no less and makes for interesting reading I must say.
At Kaiba Corp. Seto sat in his chair with an immense look of stress screwed into his pretty little face, causing his ice blue eyes to shrink and form a cold malice stare. Seto drummed his fingers on his glazed wooden desk, penetrating a hole into his laptop, which sat there, helpless and dead. You could call this equipment abuse but to Seto it was another thing apart of his job. Mokuba sat silently across the room on a couch, to afraid to move, thinking the slightest twitch would set Seto off. All Mokuba could do, basically, was stare at the floor. A thumping came down the hallway towards the door. Mokuba shifted his eyes towards the noise, a drop of sweat running down from his brow to his chin. 'Who could it be?' Thought Mokuba. 'I hope they remember it's Seto's silence hour. I don't want them to be yelled at or worse, fired. It would most likely be fired. That's how it's always been. I hope it's one of those people that I hate. I always need those people taken off of my hands. Though harassing them is always good fun and something to do around here. Uh oh, I'm rambling on again.' Mokuba's thoughts were disturbed when the doors shot open. Mokuba winced at the slight shudder the doors made on their hinges. He shot a glance at Seto who had whipped his glare from the laptop to the person standing in the doorway. Mokuba turned back towards the door to see who had entered. A dark emerald haired kid stood in the doorway, with light emerald streaked bangs. He was about Seto's age and the same height as Joey. He wore a white shirt and jeans with a quicksilver emblem on the front of his shirt. A little design ran down the middle of the shirt's sleeve as well. Mokuba almost slid off the couch.
'Noa!! You should know better than that!' Thought Mokuba, chewing on his lip.
"Seto!!!! I'm bored to hell! There's nothing to do at Kaiba Corp.!" Noa's eyes were fixed on Seto's. If Noa's eyes were a little lighter, they would match Seto's perfectly. But Noa had something that Seto didn't have and it told them apart quite well. You could clearly see the innocence in Noa's eyes were that has been missing from Seto's for years. It gives Noa childhood and youth. A different kind of youth from Seto's, mind you. Mokuba shook his head, "Noa you can be just like Seto. Your gaze could fight back Seto's if you tried hard enough." Mokuba whispered to himself, not letting Seto hear this.
"I've broken all the codes and security locks in this building and re- writ them, giving thieves impossible access. That was a favour for you and now you owe me but only when the time comes can you re-pay me. When I need it most is more preferred. I helped, no wait! Harassed the unworthy lowlifes in this building and gave them a bigger workload. I cracked the codes of other businesses and gave you access to their money. Personally I thought you needed it. You seemed kind of behind on the chart polls." By this time Noa had already seated himself down by Mokuba. Mokuba on the other hand was completely lost. He looked towards Seto for guidance but Seto seemed grim.
"Noa!! I've heard enough! You know what time it is! Don't break rules for your own selfish needs!" Seto snapped under the pressure. He rubbed his forehead.
"It's not a rule Seto. I looked it up and it's not in the rule book." Answered Noa with this snide remark.
"I DON'T GIVE A FLYING GLOUTIOUSMAXIMUS!! (whhaaa????) YOU INTERUPTED ME DURING SILENCE HOUR!!!!!!! YOU KNOW I NEED IT AND YOUR RAMBLING ON IS GIVING ME A HEADACHE!!!" If Seto was any louder he could of shattered the big bay windows. "Seto don't use big words your confusing Mokuba and by the way, I think I'm not the only one giving you a headache and say it don't belt it!" Noa had his ears plugged and he held up a bottle.
"I got this for you today at the pharmacy. They're mood swing pills. It should help manage your anger problem but I think you're beyond help. Oh well! They just put this on the market, well actually this is the first bottle and I said you'd be glad to try them out first, as their guinea pig." Noa said all this leisurely, with no fear of getting his head ripped off. Seto's right eye was now twitching. He was obviously trying to conceal his wrath. Seto picked up a squeeze-toy that Mokuba had gotten him for his b-day. He squeezed it till the eyes popped out of its head. He dropped it onto the floor and looked at Noa.
"Well...what do you want me to do about it?" Seto forced it out through clenched teeth.
"I don't know! I thought it was good to let you know that I was bored." He smiled and flashed an adorable look at Seto.
"Cute." Seto sat there for a moment in silence, rubbing his temple. Mokuba saw the strain in Seto's face.
"With all this stress Seto's going to turn old early." Mokuba mused to himself. He picked up a pillow lying on the couch and carried it over to Seto. He thrust it into Seto's face as if he were trying to suffocate Seto to death. Well that's what Noa thought but Seto told him wrong. Seto screamed into the pillow while Mokuba held it in his face. After a minute or so Seto lifted up his head and heaved a big sigh.
"Talk in rhymes..."
"Seto, that's not a good enough challenge for me." Noa piped up. Seto banged his fist on the desk. "Let me finish!"
"Oops! Sorry." Noa sat there, all tensed up.
"Talk in rhymes backwards for a day. That should keep you busy if it's a challenge for you Noa. It's not that hard is it?" Seto spoke with a mocking tone. Noa puffed up at the challenge. "No, I can do it. Thanks for the confront Seto. I'll think about it." Noa lifted himself off of the velvet red couch. He walked towards the door but was stopped by the lights flickering, than completely burning out. The room went pitch black like a blanket was thrown over them.
"What the hell happened know?"
"Pillow?" Offered Mokuba.
Elsewhere in the city other lights are going out but only in chosen houses.
"OW! JEBUS! That hurt! Will you get off of me? You're crushing my ribs!" There was a splash of water, slipping and sliding and someone falling and cursing in pain.
"Well you poked me in the eye with your toe, my aibou!" Yami Malik crawled out of the tub, rubbing his head were he had hit it on the tap. "OW! That's smarts! Remind me to kill Otogi after this. OH RA!! My eye burns!! Did you cut your toenails?"
"Yes I cut my toenails and second it was the soap bar that jabbed you in the eye!" Marik sat there in the tub with a wicked smile on his face.
"Shut-up Marik or you'll have a dose of the soap in your eye!" Marik wiped the smile off his face though the urge to laugh was still there.
"How do you know it was Otogi? Marik questioned his yami, waiting for a reply.
"I felt his power surge go off and the neighbours lights are still on, you dolt." Yami Malik shook his head suggesting that his light was a baka.
"Marik (yeh) do you feel like you're missing something or someone?"
"No why?" Marik cocked his head in confusement. "Should I be missing something?"
"Marik you nimrod! How are you ever going to keep a 'friend' if you don't even care if they're missing!!" Marik looked in the direction his yami's voice was coming from. "Does this have to do with Ryou?"
"No it doesn't! What the hell do you think it is? Ryou's been missing for three whole days!!"
"He could have been visiting his father or a relative and maybe, just maybe, he wanted it to be secret so he could have time by himself."
"Have you ever given this a thought? His yami would never go with him or let him go for that matter! Yami Bakura hates Ryou's family. He despises them!" Malik waited for the reply, knowing what would issue from his light's lips.
"No I never thought of it like that," Yami Malik fell forward, aiming to hit his head on the tub but missed and corked his head on the toilet edge.
"Oh Ra! Oww-eeww!!! What's that rank smell? I think someone left a floater in the toilet! Aw dang!!" Yami Malik scrambled to his feet and backed away from the toilet as quick as his wet feet could carry him. He tripped over Marik's discarded clothes and landed into the towel hamper. There was splashing in the tub and a thump on the floor. The sound of bare, wet skin slipping across the floor resounded into Yami Malik's ears.
"I almost landed in that toilet! If I did there would be a price to pay! Marik, how many times do I have to tell you to flush the toilet?"
"It wasn't me Yami! I always flush the toilet and you know that, so stop hiding it! It was you! That's why you stinked!"
"It wasn't me Marik! I always flush as well and it couldn't be Isis.... ODIAN!!!" they finished together.
"And to think I thought it was you that smelt so bad."
"I thought it was you Yami but boy was I wrong." Inquired Marik through a plugged nose.
"Oh god! Lets get out of here before I puke." Yami Malik hopped out of the towel hamper, picked up his sandy blonde aibou and raced towards their room. They threw on Marik's clothes causing Yami Malik's own clothes to appear. The two Egyptians raced out the door, gagging on the rancid smell that was filling Marik's house.
"Marik, we have a job to do. Get your high horse in gear and lets find Otogi." Yami Malik had Marik by the wrist, practically dragging him down the street.
"Slow down Yami! I can't get my horse in gear if you're half dragging me down the street. You're gonna give me street rash!" Marik was huffing and puffing behind his yami. All he could do was try to gather up his feet from under himself.
"It wont be my fault if you get pavement burn." Otogi and Yugi were waiting for everyone to arrive, after the little incident. They chatted over a little hot chocolate or coffee, in each ones hand, talking about old memories. If no one was busy doing their own little jobs you could hear their laughter from a mile away.
"That was rich!" Otogi sat gasping for air. His eyes were full of tears from laughing so hard. "No one ever knew Seto had a fear until that one fateful day."
"Yah! The spider tree, that's the name of it now. It's full of spiders even if it was lit on fire and burned to a crisp. Seto can't get rid of them." Laughed Yugi.
"Yugi, do you remember how he reacted."
"How can I forget. When ever a spider landed on him, he would run and fling his arms in a frenzy." Yugi grabbed his sides. "Oh, my sides hurt from laughing so hard. I feel like I'm going to burst."
"Don't forget that he screamed like a little school girl!" They looked at each other before bursting out into a fit of hysterical laughter.
"Okay, I officially have laughing cramps now." Yugi sipped his hot chocolate. He sighed at the old memories. He shook himself out of his reminiscing and looked at Otogi.
"Otogi. (Yah?) Are you sure that they're going to come? I think only a few would know what that meant, that you wanted to speak with them."
"Don't worry about it Yugi. I'll get the message across to the ones that are mortal and the incompetent one." Otogi sat back and sipped on his coffee. "Lovely smell caffeine gives off, hey Yugi?"(What?) Otogi raised his hand to block Yugi's reply. He pointed at the ground so Yugi could figure out what had distracted him. The ground drew in a white mist that rippled in waves. An ancient music started to play, signifying that something mysterious was coming through. A white turban surfaced through the mist, leading up to a man in a dirty white cloak and a white robe with puffy pants underneath it. His eyes were nothing but dead looking-as if there was barely any life force in them.
"Shaadi, you can stop playing that annoying song of yours. We get the picture, you're ancient." Otogi looked at the Egyptian with a sarcastic grin.
"Fine!" The Egyptian spoke with an ancient drawl that seemed to roll of his tongue lazily. He pulled out a tape player that was hidden under his garments and turned it off. He placed it on the bench and sat down beside Otogi. He turned his head to a tilted position and started to eye Otogi.
"What are you starring at?" Otogi's eyes widened, for he saw what was going to happen but was to late to stop it. Shaadi had reached out and snagged Otogi's Styrofoam cup full of coffee. Shaadi had miss calculated that the cup snapped easily and squeezed it to hard. The cup split like a banana and spilt coffee all over Otogi.
"Butterfingers! Look what you did!!" Otogi was fuming. His clothes were covered with coffee from head to toe. Yugi looked at Otogi. He looked ready to shred Shaadi to pieces.
"Now Otogi, be reasonable. Shaadi didn't mean to."
"Yugi! Stop covering for this baka! Look at me!!" Yugi knew what was going to come next. Otogi would say his clothes were ruined and then strangle Shaadi.
"I'm coffee less!! I need my daily after noon coffee!" Yugi sat there speechless. Otogi was worried about his coffee not his clothes.
"But what about your clothes? They're stained."
"Yugi I can fix that." Otogi snapped his fingers. The clothes ringed themselves out, leaving no stains just a puddle of coffee on the pavement. Shaadi rolled his eyes.
"And I wanted that coffee too." Pouted Shaadi.
"It was your fault you broke it you dingaling! Now I have to get a new one." Otogi snapped his fingers once more and there came a 'pop' noise. A cup of steaming coffee appeared before him.
"Oh well, that coffee was getting old." Otogi went silent as he drank his coffee. Shaadi quivered and bent over, covering his head with his arms.
"You better duck down Yugi if you want to keep your head." With that Otogi ducked, shielding his coffee cup. Yugi not knowing what was wrong ducked any ways because these guys always had a sixth sense for dangerous happenings. They waited in silence for something-anything that was coming their way. In the distance there was a scuffling noise drawing near. As it got louder they heard a couple of voices. They sounded as if they were fighting over something. There was a bang on the bench and two Egyptians came rolling over, fighting and swearing in pain. As one landed on top the one on the bottom turtled and stopped fighting. Yugi uncurled from his protection position and met the gaze of two amethyst orbs with pinpricks for pupils.
"Marik!" Yugi sat up and looked at the sandy blonde who was currently under his yami. Yami Malik sat up from wrestling with a ball of clothes. His body pinned his light to the ground leaving Marik no way to squirm. Malik looked upon his aibou and shook his head in disappointment. He ran his fingers through his sandy blonde bangs to brush them out of his eyes.
"Marik, stop turtling and fight back for your freedom. I won't stop poking you until then. One of us has to win." Malik started poking and prodding at Marik, hard enough to leave bruises. It caused Marik to writhe in pain. Little pinpricks were stabbing into his face, especially right between the eyes. Marik had no option but to turn and face the oncoming pokes. He wriggled onto his back and bit the next finger that was about to land on his flustered face. Malik pulled back as a set of canines skinned his finger. A small, sharp pain rushed up his finger. He waved it in the air to try and cool of the sensitive nerves that pulsed in his fingertip. He popped the injured pointer finger in his mouth, speaking sour words to his light. "You little rat! Who told you to bite?"
"YOU practically told me to!! How could I defend myself? You had my arms pinned!!!"
"Biting shouldn't be outlawed! RA knows where that filthy little mouth has been!" Marik grinned at the statement. "Sure saves me a whole lot of energy!" Malik got off his aibou and dusted himself off. He watched his aibou bend onto his hands, arching his belly upwards, exposing it to the wind. His aibou gave himself a little whip and brought his chest forwards giving him the extra jump to land on his feet. Malik lifted an eyebrow, 'Show-off.' Coughed Yami Malik through his balled fist, which he had raised to his mouth. The three, by then, had risen from their protection (except Yugi who had been watching the whole episode play out) and watched with exaggerated expressions.
"Well then. That was quite a show. I have to be off to gather the others." Otogi snapped his fingers thrice and then vanished into a dark cloud of smoke. They sat or stood quietly for a few seconds, not knowing what to do. Out of nowhere a hand came through the air and grabbed Shaadi by his cloak.
In a distant place they could here Otogi's voice, sounding kind of distant and stretched.
You can help retrieve the others with me, you lazy baka! Shaadi gripped the seat, straining to keep hold but failed and disappeared into the vortex screeching.
"Do you think he put it on a little to thick?" Marik and Yugi looked at Yami Malik, dumfounded.
"What?"