Well, you all asked for it! And here it is! The Sequel to Why Do You Hate
Me? Well . . . so maybe they don't hate each other, but that isn't the
point! Anyway, I'm starting this one because my close friends on FF.net
told me to. So here I am sitting at my computer, museless might I add,
writing a sequel. I never thought this many people would like my fic!
Actually, I thought you would hate it! Well, I guess I was wrong. So, on
with the fic. Oh, if anyone has a suggestion for a good muse then I am in
desperate need for one! Thankies! R&R!
Wait, I'm forgetting something . . .
Disclaimer: If any of you think that I own Yu-Gi-Oh! you seriously need help. On with the ficcie!
(talking) = mystery person in Ryou's thoughts/head
It had been a few months since Ryou and Malik had been together. Their yami's weren't a hassle any longer. Bakura was content with Ishtar, and thus left Ryou alone. To him, everything was perfect. There was only one problem, could you really love two people? Ryou had thought about this forever, but he still didn't know the answer. It was too hard a question. He loved Malik with all his heart, but he loved Bakura with all his soul. He wasn't sure what he felt about Ishtar. His own yami was much nicer now, and rarely ever beat him. He still had some sick fascination about killing Yami Yugi. That was definitely one thing that Ishtar and Bakura shared; they wanted Yami dead.
"I guess that will never change." Ryou whispered to himself while doing his homework. When he heard the sound of his yami talking he knew there would be yelling. He was talking to Malik, not Ishtar, Malik. Ryou shook his head and got up to close the door.
"What are you talking about? Ra you're a freaking psycho!" His yami yelled into the phone before slamming it into the receiver.
"Yami!" Ryou yelled from his room.
"Yes?"
"You know better than to slam the phone. You'll have to buy me a new one if you break it."
". . ."
"Again." Ryou looked at his yami through his link. The phone was in at least eight pieces. /Great./ Ryou thought, then walked down stairs. "You're paying for this." Ryou told his yami as he picked up the pieces to his phone. Bakura shrank back into the living room and sat dejectedly on the couch. He was pouting. Ryou walked over to him and knelt in front of him.
"I'm not mad at you." Ryou put his head on Bakura's lap. "You're to good at pouting."
"I wasn't pouting."
"Fine, whatever, I'm still not mad at you."
"Right."
"But you're paying for the phone."
"WHAT?"
~Malik's house~
"Yami?" Malik nearly whispered as he walked through the halls of his sister's house. Isis was on a date or something, and that left Malik alone. Well, if you don't count his yami being there. Malik took a few hesitant stepped toward the bathroom but found no yami there. He went past that room and farther down the maze of hallways. He was too afraid to call out. The house was too silent. Way too silent.
He turned a corner and ended up at the end of a hall. He stood for a moment staring at the wall that wasn't there earlier. He trembled slightly as he turned around. He never got the chance to scream.
~Ryou's house~
Bakura had gone out to buy Ryou a new phone. Ryou stayed because he had homework to finish. His English teacher was a stickler, and she made him do extra work because he 'already knew the language'. He silently cursed the woman for thinking that he knew the language. He knew enough from living in England, but English in America was a tad bit different from English in Europe. He sighed when he finished. It had been an hour and his yami still wasn't back. Ryou closed his eyes and looked through their link. Bakura was arguing with a sales person about the price of the phone. He was so cheap.
"Yami . . ." Ryou whispered to the arrogent man that wouldn't hear him. "You're so sad."
//Ryou, that isn't very nice.// Bakura chided in their heads.
(Help me Ryou . . .)
/Yami, was that you?/
//What?//
/Nevermind, I thought I heard . . ./
(Help me . . . please.)
/Malik?/
//What's wrong with you Aibou?//
"It's Malik!" Ryou got up from his bed and ran out of his house, not bothering to lock the door behind him.
I'm just evil, huh?! Well, there goes a sequel. It's bad, but whatever. Remember that I'm museless, I need one. That would be the reason why this took FOREVER to get out. Sorry about that. Please lend or give me a muse. I need one badly! Arigatou! Much apprechiated! Ja ne, and hopefully I'll get a muse in time to write more. Email me or leave it in a review if you want to lend/give me a muse. Ja ne!
Wait, I'm forgetting something . . .
Disclaimer: If any of you think that I own Yu-Gi-Oh! you seriously need help. On with the ficcie!
(talking) = mystery person in Ryou's thoughts/head
It had been a few months since Ryou and Malik had been together. Their yami's weren't a hassle any longer. Bakura was content with Ishtar, and thus left Ryou alone. To him, everything was perfect. There was only one problem, could you really love two people? Ryou had thought about this forever, but he still didn't know the answer. It was too hard a question. He loved Malik with all his heart, but he loved Bakura with all his soul. He wasn't sure what he felt about Ishtar. His own yami was much nicer now, and rarely ever beat him. He still had some sick fascination about killing Yami Yugi. That was definitely one thing that Ishtar and Bakura shared; they wanted Yami dead.
"I guess that will never change." Ryou whispered to himself while doing his homework. When he heard the sound of his yami talking he knew there would be yelling. He was talking to Malik, not Ishtar, Malik. Ryou shook his head and got up to close the door.
"What are you talking about? Ra you're a freaking psycho!" His yami yelled into the phone before slamming it into the receiver.
"Yami!" Ryou yelled from his room.
"Yes?"
"You know better than to slam the phone. You'll have to buy me a new one if you break it."
". . ."
"Again." Ryou looked at his yami through his link. The phone was in at least eight pieces. /Great./ Ryou thought, then walked down stairs. "You're paying for this." Ryou told his yami as he picked up the pieces to his phone. Bakura shrank back into the living room and sat dejectedly on the couch. He was pouting. Ryou walked over to him and knelt in front of him.
"I'm not mad at you." Ryou put his head on Bakura's lap. "You're to good at pouting."
"I wasn't pouting."
"Fine, whatever, I'm still not mad at you."
"Right."
"But you're paying for the phone."
"WHAT?"
~Malik's house~
"Yami?" Malik nearly whispered as he walked through the halls of his sister's house. Isis was on a date or something, and that left Malik alone. Well, if you don't count his yami being there. Malik took a few hesitant stepped toward the bathroom but found no yami there. He went past that room and farther down the maze of hallways. He was too afraid to call out. The house was too silent. Way too silent.
He turned a corner and ended up at the end of a hall. He stood for a moment staring at the wall that wasn't there earlier. He trembled slightly as he turned around. He never got the chance to scream.
~Ryou's house~
Bakura had gone out to buy Ryou a new phone. Ryou stayed because he had homework to finish. His English teacher was a stickler, and she made him do extra work because he 'already knew the language'. He silently cursed the woman for thinking that he knew the language. He knew enough from living in England, but English in America was a tad bit different from English in Europe. He sighed when he finished. It had been an hour and his yami still wasn't back. Ryou closed his eyes and looked through their link. Bakura was arguing with a sales person about the price of the phone. He was so cheap.
"Yami . . ." Ryou whispered to the arrogent man that wouldn't hear him. "You're so sad."
//Ryou, that isn't very nice.// Bakura chided in their heads.
(Help me Ryou . . .)
/Yami, was that you?/
//What?//
/Nevermind, I thought I heard . . ./
(Help me . . . please.)
/Malik?/
//What's wrong with you Aibou?//
"It's Malik!" Ryou got up from his bed and ran out of his house, not bothering to lock the door behind him.
I'm just evil, huh?! Well, there goes a sequel. It's bad, but whatever. Remember that I'm museless, I need one. That would be the reason why this took FOREVER to get out. Sorry about that. Please lend or give me a muse. I need one badly! Arigatou! Much apprechiated! Ja ne, and hopefully I'll get a muse in time to write more. Email me or leave it in a review if you want to lend/give me a muse. Ja ne!