Really? You want me to keep writing this stupid thing? I can't believe it.
Well, thanks for reading and supporting my sad ambitious self. I really
don't have a life, you know that? Yeah, I sold my soul to Pepito for a
toquito. You won't get that, don't bother. I read some comics called Johnny
the Homicidal Maniac. Lovely name, ne? well, it's cool. It represents the
craziness that we all live in.
"I could drain the blood of a flower vender in the middle of a crouded street and people would scream and run, but I wouldn't get caught. I could do that! Wait a minute, I have done that." -- Johnny C.
Well, yeah, that's my favorite thing from Johnny, the fact that he could do that and everyone else was too freaking stupid to stop him. Not really the killing part, I don't like that par say, but the point that it makes. Any who, I've postponed this story long enough, and you people are probably very mad at me for all my cliffhangers, but their easy to write! Okay then, here we go.
Please keep your hands and feet inside the car at all times, and enjoy the ride!
Malik poised the knife above Kaiba's throat, but hesitated to kill him. What was the point? He'd just get caught. This was the richest person in Japan; some one would have to miss him. Wouldn't they? Malik thought on that a moment longer, just enough time for their yami's to run into the room. Bakura stopped where he was in the doorway, and Ishtar ran over to Malik.
"What are you doing? Kill him!" Ishtar yelled at the terrified looking boy.
"I can't." he whispered as he dropped the knife to the cold stone floor. He soon followed suit and fell to the floor. Ishtar knelt beside him and lifted him in his arms. Ishtar had finally come to realize how fragile his light was. He was almost as unpredictable as Bakura. He looked down at his hikari and smiled slightly.
"It's alright Malik. You just rest now."
Kaiba looked at the four in front of him and laughed. "You're all fools!" he received three glares, and Ryou just sighed. "You should have killed me."
"You idiot." Bakura spat. "He spared you, and you laugh. But wait, I have a better idea. Yes, this will fit your crime perfectly." Bakura closed his eyes and within a moment the entire room was gone. They found themselves in the shadow realm. The skies swirled blue and purple, and the rest was black.
"Have fun in eternity Kaiba." Bakura laughed before they disappeared and left Kaiba alone.
The four of them walked home silently. Kaiba was gone. Yet there was no precedence to make them happy. There was no reason. Ryou was asleep in Malik's arms, and Ishtar and Bakura were holding hands. The few people they passed stared at them incredulously. They did make quite a sight. Two bloody and battered white haired boys and two purple haired boys with them. That wasn't something you see every day.
They didn't bother to explain themselves when they reached Yugi's door. There was no need. He understood. He took them all in and cleaned them up. It took awhile, but he didn't complain.
Sorry about how short this is, but that stupid writers block hit me again. Please bear with me, I'll make it through. I'm starting a 'humor' fic now about Yami and Bakura. No they aren't together, they hate eachother. Don't worry. I won't do that, it's just weird. Email me if you have any ANY ideas for the next chapter, or if there should be one. Thankies guys, ja ne!
"I could drain the blood of a flower vender in the middle of a crouded street and people would scream and run, but I wouldn't get caught. I could do that! Wait a minute, I have done that." -- Johnny C.
Well, yeah, that's my favorite thing from Johnny, the fact that he could do that and everyone else was too freaking stupid to stop him. Not really the killing part, I don't like that par say, but the point that it makes. Any who, I've postponed this story long enough, and you people are probably very mad at me for all my cliffhangers, but their easy to write! Okay then, here we go.
Please keep your hands and feet inside the car at all times, and enjoy the ride!
Malik poised the knife above Kaiba's throat, but hesitated to kill him. What was the point? He'd just get caught. This was the richest person in Japan; some one would have to miss him. Wouldn't they? Malik thought on that a moment longer, just enough time for their yami's to run into the room. Bakura stopped where he was in the doorway, and Ishtar ran over to Malik.
"What are you doing? Kill him!" Ishtar yelled at the terrified looking boy.
"I can't." he whispered as he dropped the knife to the cold stone floor. He soon followed suit and fell to the floor. Ishtar knelt beside him and lifted him in his arms. Ishtar had finally come to realize how fragile his light was. He was almost as unpredictable as Bakura. He looked down at his hikari and smiled slightly.
"It's alright Malik. You just rest now."
Kaiba looked at the four in front of him and laughed. "You're all fools!" he received three glares, and Ryou just sighed. "You should have killed me."
"You idiot." Bakura spat. "He spared you, and you laugh. But wait, I have a better idea. Yes, this will fit your crime perfectly." Bakura closed his eyes and within a moment the entire room was gone. They found themselves in the shadow realm. The skies swirled blue and purple, and the rest was black.
"Have fun in eternity Kaiba." Bakura laughed before they disappeared and left Kaiba alone.
The four of them walked home silently. Kaiba was gone. Yet there was no precedence to make them happy. There was no reason. Ryou was asleep in Malik's arms, and Ishtar and Bakura were holding hands. The few people they passed stared at them incredulously. They did make quite a sight. Two bloody and battered white haired boys and two purple haired boys with them. That wasn't something you see every day.
They didn't bother to explain themselves when they reached Yugi's door. There was no need. He understood. He took them all in and cleaned them up. It took awhile, but he didn't complain.
Sorry about how short this is, but that stupid writers block hit me again. Please bear with me, I'll make it through. I'm starting a 'humor' fic now about Yami and Bakura. No they aren't together, they hate eachother. Don't worry. I won't do that, it's just weird. Email me if you have any ANY ideas for the next chapter, or if there should be one. Thankies guys, ja ne!