I have two new muses, Ryou and Malik. I'm sorry Seto, I'd love to have ya
on as a muse, but I'm sure someone lese could put you to better use. I'd
thank the people that offered them, but I can't recall your names at the
moment. I susspect you know who you are. I got a few reviews for my sequel,
but I'm not feeling enough love to continue. Plus I'm sick. Er, sort of
sick. I've had a headache since last Sunday, and I'm starting a fever. If a
song finds its way in here, I don't own it. And if I do, I'll say so. Well
my muses, time to go to work!
Malik: What did I get myself into?
Ryou: Well, she's nearly as crazy as you are, but she's an okay writer . . .
Elvy: Ehem, I'm a what?
Ryou: The best writer that ever existed on the face of any planet that is or isn't known to man.
Malik: Yeah, and I'm the crazy one. I want chocolate, I like that stuff. I've never had any before.
Ryou: I'll go make you some if you help her write this chapter.
Malik: Sounds good to me. By the way, free cookies (of any kind you want) to anyone that requests them in a review. Ryou is making them, so you know they kick butt.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Leave me alone!
Ryou ran down the street until he was standing face to face with Malik's house. Isis wasn't home by the looks of it. Her car was gone. Ryou searched his pocket for the extra key she had given him in case of an emergency. This would happen to be one such occasion. He could feel his heart racing as he realized the key wasn't in his pocket. He moved on to another pocket, and another, but the key was nowhere to be found. Bakura started to look worried from his soul room. The blackness that surrounded him darkened as his mood changed. The swirling blue colors where nearly gone now. he materialized next to his aibou merely to escape the darkness.
"I lost the key." Ryou muttered.
"I'll open it." Bakura walked up to the oak door and knelt beside the keyhole. He took a small wire looking thing from his pocket and fished it around inside the keyhole. Soon enough there was a soft 'click' and the door opened.
The living room was silent and dark. Ryou walked in past his yami and went to the stairs. He looked up and was too scared to call his name. He reluctantly walked up the stairs that led to Malik's room. He had pretty much claimed the upper half of the house. There really was nowhere else he could be. Malik rarely ever went downstairs. Ryou walked toward Malik's room, but stopped before he reached the door. He heard a soft sound like whimpering coming from the room. He thought about getting his yami, but there was no way that Bakura would help.
Slowly he reached for the doorknob. He closed his eyes and opened the door. When he opened them he found an empty room.
~*~
Malik couldn't remember what happened. He remembered being in the hallway of his sister's house. That was the last thing. Everything else was black, but this wasn't his sister's house. He looked around the large room with a feigning interest. He just wanted to go home. This was not home. Egypt was where Malik wished he were. He could feel the heat of Almighty Ra raining down upon his body. He could smell the faint smell perfume. He could taste the spices that his sister would cook into their meals. He could feel the sand beneath his feet that day he walked down the market's streets and found the magazine with the motorcycles in it. He remembered tearing the page out when Isis wasn't looking and stowing it under the shirt of his tunic.
"This isn't Egypt, Malik." A cold voice echoed around the otherwise silent room. Malik lifted his head up enough to see where the growling voice had come from. The man he saw looked like Seto Kaiba. /Kaiba? But what could Kaiba want?/ Malik thought in his head as he warily watched Seto walk across the room. There was a domineering smile plastered on his face that made Malik want to puke.
/Yami?/ Malik tried to talk to his other.
// . . . // there was no answer.
"He can't here you Malik." Seto whispered from behind him. "No one can here you." He started to laugh. Malik started to feel like he was going to kill this man.
"Shut up!" Malik yelled at the laughing multi-billionaire. "What do you want?" Malik asked in a calmer voice. His tone couldn't betray his emotions. He was terrified, and Seto knew it.
"I want your Millennium Rod." Seto told him in an even calmer voice.
"What?" Malik asked with astonishment. "No! You can't have my Millennium Rod, I would never give it to you!" Malik shrank back against the wall and his hands instinctively went to his millennium item.
"I was rather hoping you'd cooperate, but since you won't, we'll just do this the hard way." Seto smiled and advanced on the terrified Egyptian boy. For the second time that day, he didn't get the chance to scream.
~*~
Ryou went back downstairs dejectedly. He held his breath when he saw the worried look his yami was giving him. Ryou tried very hard to hold back the waterfall of salty tears that threatened to fall. He didn't want Bakura to see him crying. His love was gone, and all he had found was a bloodstain on the wall. There was no other sign of Malik. He was missing. Ryou calmly walked over to Bakura and put his arms around him. He buried his head in Bakura's shoulder and silently cried.
Bakura didn't know what was going on until he felt the wet tears on his shirt. He put his arms around his aibou's shoulders and tried his best to comfort the sobbing boy. It was futile.
"Ryou, what's wrong? Where's Malik?"
"He's . . . he's gone." Ryou whispered into his yami's shoulder.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm evil! Why am I making Seto so EVIL? Wanna know why? 'Cause I can!!!!!!! That's why! Thanks again to the people whoes names I can't remember. I love you? Right. Well, that's enough of that. I'll write the next chapter if you guys tell me to. Otherwise I won't type anymore, Malik is starting to get upset with me. Ja ne.
Malik: What did I get myself into?
Ryou: Well, she's nearly as crazy as you are, but she's an okay writer . . .
Elvy: Ehem, I'm a what?
Ryou: The best writer that ever existed on the face of any planet that is or isn't known to man.
Malik: Yeah, and I'm the crazy one. I want chocolate, I like that stuff. I've never had any before.
Ryou: I'll go make you some if you help her write this chapter.
Malik: Sounds good to me. By the way, free cookies (of any kind you want) to anyone that requests them in a review. Ryou is making them, so you know they kick butt.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Leave me alone!
Ryou ran down the street until he was standing face to face with Malik's house. Isis wasn't home by the looks of it. Her car was gone. Ryou searched his pocket for the extra key she had given him in case of an emergency. This would happen to be one such occasion. He could feel his heart racing as he realized the key wasn't in his pocket. He moved on to another pocket, and another, but the key was nowhere to be found. Bakura started to look worried from his soul room. The blackness that surrounded him darkened as his mood changed. The swirling blue colors where nearly gone now. he materialized next to his aibou merely to escape the darkness.
"I lost the key." Ryou muttered.
"I'll open it." Bakura walked up to the oak door and knelt beside the keyhole. He took a small wire looking thing from his pocket and fished it around inside the keyhole. Soon enough there was a soft 'click' and the door opened.
The living room was silent and dark. Ryou walked in past his yami and went to the stairs. He looked up and was too scared to call his name. He reluctantly walked up the stairs that led to Malik's room. He had pretty much claimed the upper half of the house. There really was nowhere else he could be. Malik rarely ever went downstairs. Ryou walked toward Malik's room, but stopped before he reached the door. He heard a soft sound like whimpering coming from the room. He thought about getting his yami, but there was no way that Bakura would help.
Slowly he reached for the doorknob. He closed his eyes and opened the door. When he opened them he found an empty room.
~*~
Malik couldn't remember what happened. He remembered being in the hallway of his sister's house. That was the last thing. Everything else was black, but this wasn't his sister's house. He looked around the large room with a feigning interest. He just wanted to go home. This was not home. Egypt was where Malik wished he were. He could feel the heat of Almighty Ra raining down upon his body. He could smell the faint smell perfume. He could taste the spices that his sister would cook into their meals. He could feel the sand beneath his feet that day he walked down the market's streets and found the magazine with the motorcycles in it. He remembered tearing the page out when Isis wasn't looking and stowing it under the shirt of his tunic.
"This isn't Egypt, Malik." A cold voice echoed around the otherwise silent room. Malik lifted his head up enough to see where the growling voice had come from. The man he saw looked like Seto Kaiba. /Kaiba? But what could Kaiba want?/ Malik thought in his head as he warily watched Seto walk across the room. There was a domineering smile plastered on his face that made Malik want to puke.
/Yami?/ Malik tried to talk to his other.
// . . . // there was no answer.
"He can't here you Malik." Seto whispered from behind him. "No one can here you." He started to laugh. Malik started to feel like he was going to kill this man.
"Shut up!" Malik yelled at the laughing multi-billionaire. "What do you want?" Malik asked in a calmer voice. His tone couldn't betray his emotions. He was terrified, and Seto knew it.
"I want your Millennium Rod." Seto told him in an even calmer voice.
"What?" Malik asked with astonishment. "No! You can't have my Millennium Rod, I would never give it to you!" Malik shrank back against the wall and his hands instinctively went to his millennium item.
"I was rather hoping you'd cooperate, but since you won't, we'll just do this the hard way." Seto smiled and advanced on the terrified Egyptian boy. For the second time that day, he didn't get the chance to scream.
~*~
Ryou went back downstairs dejectedly. He held his breath when he saw the worried look his yami was giving him. Ryou tried very hard to hold back the waterfall of salty tears that threatened to fall. He didn't want Bakura to see him crying. His love was gone, and all he had found was a bloodstain on the wall. There was no other sign of Malik. He was missing. Ryou calmly walked over to Bakura and put his arms around him. He buried his head in Bakura's shoulder and silently cried.
Bakura didn't know what was going on until he felt the wet tears on his shirt. He put his arms around his aibou's shoulders and tried his best to comfort the sobbing boy. It was futile.
"Ryou, what's wrong? Where's Malik?"
"He's . . . he's gone." Ryou whispered into his yami's shoulder.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm evil! Why am I making Seto so EVIL? Wanna know why? 'Cause I can!!!!!!! That's why! Thanks again to the people whoes names I can't remember. I love you? Right. Well, that's enough of that. I'll write the next chapter if you guys tell me to. Otherwise I won't type anymore, Malik is starting to get upset with me. Ja ne.