Sorry this was so freakin' late, I was grounded from the computer. I'm
back, though! Well, I decided not to stop the story there, because, frankly
you're right my friend, that was weird. I have no idea where this is going,
but it'll go. So I'll start now.
Disclaimer: No.
Desperately Seeking Ryou
Malik hadn't slept in days. His yami had decided that he was going to keep him awake by killing people. Ishtar had definitely lost it. Somehow he got the idea that Bakura was cheating on him. But you'd never guess whom it was thought to be with? Yami. None other than the former pharaoh, Yami. Malik had tried to convince the psycho otherwise, but he wouldn't listen. Every night Ishtar would leave the confines of Isis' house and wander the streets looking for a drunk to kill or a person to rob. His instincts from the days in Egypt were far from gone. Isis had been totally confused the first time she caught Malik sneaking out, because of course, Ishtar possessed him. He was going out the front door, but it was two in the morning. Isis had gone into the kitchen to get water, when she heard the door open. Seeing her brother creeping though it was not what she expected. When she asked him where he was going, he just snorted and walked off.
The teen was really worried about his yami. He spent half the night standing outside Bakura and Ryou's house watching it. Like watching their house would spill their secrets. Apparently, Ishtar thought so. Malik looked on from his soul room in desperation. He had to convince Ishtar that his lover was faithful, but how? His thoughts where jarred when a scream issued from Ryou's house. There was a semi-loud thump sound and then the door opened to reveal a man carrying Ryou out of the house. Malik wanted to follow the man, as did Ishtar, but he was gone just as quickly as he had appeared.
Ishtar ran into the house to see where Bakura was. He couldn't find him. 'Of course,' he thought, 'He's with Yami.' Malik mentally kicked his yami. He reminded him ever so nicely that he hadn't checked upstairs. The disgruntled yami, who still wouldn't let Malik have control of his body, walked up the stairs and into Ryou's bedroom. The two Egyptian's where met with an aweful sight.
The bed had been stripped of its covers, and they where thrown haphazardly about the room. The door to the small bathroom was closed, and there was a spot of crimson blood on its surface. Malik looked around through his soul room, but he still couldn't see Bakura. Ishtar ran to the bathroom and tried to open the door, but it was locked. He turned around to find something to break it down with when he saw the blood that covered the sheets that lay on the floor, and his eyes fell upon the shiny metal of a hand gun.
He took a deep breath to try and calm himself, but he couldn't. there was a gun on the floor. He kept repeating that in his mind until he remembered that the bathroom door was locked. He couldn't open it, no matter what he tried to do. There must have been something blocking the door.
"I hope he isn't in there. I'd rather have him be with Yami." Ishtar said to himself before picking up the phone and calling the police.
~*~
"So what happened?" another officer asked another question that Ishtar couldn't answer. He was getting fed up with these people. He turned to the man that had been questioning him and said,
"Does it look like I know what happened? Open the freaking door and see if Bakura's there!" Malik sighed in their head. 'You're impossible.' He told the spirit of the Millennium Rod. 'Impossible.' He sighed again.
Eventually Ishtar convinced the police that there was a person in the bathroom, and they took the door off its hinges. Inside was a scene just as bad as the rest of the room. The tile floor was nearly drenched in blood. There was nothing there at first glance, but if one looked hard enough, like Ishtar did, one would see a thin, pale arm hanging from the bath tub. The police pulled out the body of a fifteen year old white haired boy. He was shot in the chest, and still bleeding.
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I know, now you hate me, but you'll live, because I'll write more. I don't like long chapters in my stories. Other people can write a thousand pages in one chapter and I'll be happy, but I can't. what's gonna happen? Is bakura dead? Find out in a few days when I write the next chapter. And my friends, don't ask me ahead of time, because I find out when I type the story. I have no idea what's to come.
FREE COOKIES AND CAKE!
Flacona SkyWolf: I have no idea how to explain who Malik is, but he has a major role in this story. Basically, he's a crazy Egyptian boy with the Millennium Rod, and he wants to kill Yami because he thinks Yami killed his father. He'll be in Yu-Gi-Oh! soon, so just watch the show, and if you can't, I pity you. There are some great fics out there that have more info on him, and people to. Sorry if I couldn't help you.
Catch you later! Ja ne!
Disclaimer: No.
Desperately Seeking Ryou
Malik hadn't slept in days. His yami had decided that he was going to keep him awake by killing people. Ishtar had definitely lost it. Somehow he got the idea that Bakura was cheating on him. But you'd never guess whom it was thought to be with? Yami. None other than the former pharaoh, Yami. Malik had tried to convince the psycho otherwise, but he wouldn't listen. Every night Ishtar would leave the confines of Isis' house and wander the streets looking for a drunk to kill or a person to rob. His instincts from the days in Egypt were far from gone. Isis had been totally confused the first time she caught Malik sneaking out, because of course, Ishtar possessed him. He was going out the front door, but it was two in the morning. Isis had gone into the kitchen to get water, when she heard the door open. Seeing her brother creeping though it was not what she expected. When she asked him where he was going, he just snorted and walked off.
The teen was really worried about his yami. He spent half the night standing outside Bakura and Ryou's house watching it. Like watching their house would spill their secrets. Apparently, Ishtar thought so. Malik looked on from his soul room in desperation. He had to convince Ishtar that his lover was faithful, but how? His thoughts where jarred when a scream issued from Ryou's house. There was a semi-loud thump sound and then the door opened to reveal a man carrying Ryou out of the house. Malik wanted to follow the man, as did Ishtar, but he was gone just as quickly as he had appeared.
Ishtar ran into the house to see where Bakura was. He couldn't find him. 'Of course,' he thought, 'He's with Yami.' Malik mentally kicked his yami. He reminded him ever so nicely that he hadn't checked upstairs. The disgruntled yami, who still wouldn't let Malik have control of his body, walked up the stairs and into Ryou's bedroom. The two Egyptian's where met with an aweful sight.
The bed had been stripped of its covers, and they where thrown haphazardly about the room. The door to the small bathroom was closed, and there was a spot of crimson blood on its surface. Malik looked around through his soul room, but he still couldn't see Bakura. Ishtar ran to the bathroom and tried to open the door, but it was locked. He turned around to find something to break it down with when he saw the blood that covered the sheets that lay on the floor, and his eyes fell upon the shiny metal of a hand gun.
He took a deep breath to try and calm himself, but he couldn't. there was a gun on the floor. He kept repeating that in his mind until he remembered that the bathroom door was locked. He couldn't open it, no matter what he tried to do. There must have been something blocking the door.
"I hope he isn't in there. I'd rather have him be with Yami." Ishtar said to himself before picking up the phone and calling the police.
~*~
"So what happened?" another officer asked another question that Ishtar couldn't answer. He was getting fed up with these people. He turned to the man that had been questioning him and said,
"Does it look like I know what happened? Open the freaking door and see if Bakura's there!" Malik sighed in their head. 'You're impossible.' He told the spirit of the Millennium Rod. 'Impossible.' He sighed again.
Eventually Ishtar convinced the police that there was a person in the bathroom, and they took the door off its hinges. Inside was a scene just as bad as the rest of the room. The tile floor was nearly drenched in blood. There was nothing there at first glance, but if one looked hard enough, like Ishtar did, one would see a thin, pale arm hanging from the bath tub. The police pulled out the body of a fifteen year old white haired boy. He was shot in the chest, and still bleeding.
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I know, now you hate me, but you'll live, because I'll write more. I don't like long chapters in my stories. Other people can write a thousand pages in one chapter and I'll be happy, but I can't. what's gonna happen? Is bakura dead? Find out in a few days when I write the next chapter. And my friends, don't ask me ahead of time, because I find out when I type the story. I have no idea what's to come.
FREE COOKIES AND CAKE!
Flacona SkyWolf: I have no idea how to explain who Malik is, but he has a major role in this story. Basically, he's a crazy Egyptian boy with the Millennium Rod, and he wants to kill Yami because he thinks Yami killed his father. He'll be in Yu-Gi-Oh! soon, so just watch the show, and if you can't, I pity you. There are some great fics out there that have more info on him, and people to. Sorry if I couldn't help you.
Catch you later! Ja ne!