Isa: DA DA DUM!!!!
Duke: Hey were you trying to make fun of the show?
Isa:........................
Joey: I hated that chapta! You had way too many blond slurs in 'dere!
Yugi: And why Ishiuzu?
Isa: Hey look people I'm doing the best I can ok?
Yami: Well it's not good enough. You make me look like a dork in this story!
Isa: That's the power of Fan-Fiction my pharaoh. Now, for all you readers who are smart you'll review.
Yugi: Don't do it! She doesn't need any more inspiration! This madness has gone far enough! ZAP!
Yugi: ##....Uh......urgh.....faints.
Yami: gulp.
Isa: So begins chapter Three!!!! I do not own YGO...that's depressing....
Chapter Three: A couple of Egyptians
The Museum was often quiet during the evening. Oh sure a few visitors could be seen bustling about but it was mostly archeologists or collage students who had a report to write and had been procrastinating up until this point. Ishiuzu sighed. Her elbow rested on the table of the Customer Service Booth and her head lay lazily in her palm. Her brother Malik sat in a chair off to the side, fiddling with the Millenium Rod as he pulled the knife portion in and out of it's sheath. Ishiuzu watched him warily with a blank gaze as a smile crept up his face when the blade flashed in the light overhead.
"That's enough, put it away Malik." Ishiuzu instructed and Malik frowned.
"But why? I'm not hurting anything!" he protested and Ishiuzu's eyes narrowed.
"You know how I feel about that accursed object! And I don't want you playing with it," Ishuizu grabbed the Rod from her brother and dropped it in one of the drawers of the booth and closed it shut. Malik pouted and crossed his arms.
"Last time I checked, you were my sister, not my mother."
A light bell rang as the door to the Museum swung open. Ishuizu and Malik looked up automatically and gasped at the new arrival.
"My! My Pharaoh!" Ishiuzu breathed and walked around the counter to assists him; "to what honor do we owe this visit?"
Malik rolled his eyes. "What honor? What plague do we owe this visit is more like it."
"Hush Malik!" Ishiuzu shouted and Malik continued to glare at Yami. The pharaoh stood before the Ishtar siblings with his arms crossed and his feet shoulder length apart. His sharp eyes were slightly narrowed and as he opened his mouth to speak, words lingered on the edge of his tongue but refused to go out any further.
"What is it my lord?" Ishiuzu wanted to know, then turned to her brother, "Actually, Malik, watch the counter for me will you? I want to speak with the pharaoh alone for awhile."
Malik leaned back in his chair until the front legs were off the ground. "Speak with him?" he interrogated, "That better be all Ishiuzu."
Yami blinked and Ishiuzu glared hotly towards her brother more to keep Yami from seeing the red on her cheeks then to implore any anger. Malik sighed and stood up finally.
"Fine, fine. You two go, I'll take over."
"Thank you," Ishiuzu said quickly and reached out and grabbed Yami's arm, "this way my Pharaoh."
She led him to the back of the building and through a door that stated, "Employees Only." Never noticing how fast her brother dived for the drawer and retrieved his beloved Millenium Rod. As soon as the door shut Ishiuzu smiled warmly at her prince and straightened her arms down her sides.
"There, now we're in private. I know you really don't like public speaking."
Yami nodded. "Yes, thank you Ishiuzu. But I'm sorry Malik just makes me...."
"Uncomfortable?" Ishiuzu supplied for him and Yami nodded, "Do not worry. I understand, he did try to kill you once after all."
Yami nodded again and then locked gazes with Ishiuzu. "Uh......um, Ishiuzu I came here to ask you a favor."
Ishiuzu smiled and sat down in a chair that was near by, she also pulled one up for Yami and he followed suit.
"A favor? Sure, what is it?"
"Uh....well it's really not that big of a deal. I mean I kinda.....well, there's this girl in my math class and-"
"Do you like her?" Ishiuzu asked her countenance drooping. Yami's eyes widened.
"What? No! No, I don't. I don't even know her that well. But there's this dance that's coming up soon and she asked if I would go with her friend and I didn't want to hurt her feelings buy saying no......so I.....uh......said I was going with........you......."
Ishiuzu blinked. "Me!?" she gasped and Yami's eyes dropped to the floor.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! But I didn't know what else to say! Actually I said I was going with someone called Jasmine but you're the only one who fits the description I gave them!" Yami got off his chair and then fell to his knees on the floor beside Ishiuzu's feet. The tomb keeper's eyes widened and suddenly she was very amazed and did not know what to think, let alone say anything.
"Please Ishiuzu, you have to help me on this. If I show up dateless at the dance I'll be the laughing stock of the entire school! Please help me!"
Silence gobbled up to two participants in waves and Ishiuzu still stared at the prince in disbelief. Was he actually asking her to a dance? Her, Ishiuzu Ishtar go to a dance, with him, Yami Yugi Mouto? And, who knew the pharaoh could actually have modern problems like this?
Aye but is a dream come true! She squealed mentally to herself, Even if he is just using me to cover up his mistake, But perhaps I can change his mind.
"Ishiuzu?" Yami spoke up after she did not answer and soon Ishiuzu burst out laughing. This was not the reply Yami wanted to get.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Oh....Yami, my you are adorable! Of course I'll help you."
Yami blinked and quickly got up from the floor. "You will?"
Ishiuzu giggled some more and nodded slowly. "Yes, I will go with you. When is it?"
Yami smiled broadly. He was saved! "This Thursday night at 7:00, I'll come by to pick you up. Thank you Ishiuzu!!!!!!" Yami suddenly wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tightly and Ishiuzu melted away. Then the prince of Egypt, (A/N: No pun intended.) sauntered out the door happily and even began to whistle to himself. Then he realized report cards were coming out the upcoming Wednesday, and he hoped Yugi got the grades he worked hard for.