MD: Ohaiyo Minna-san! Ore-sama just got the boxed set of the battle city finals! She didshedidshedid! Wai!
Malik: Okay, you are officially banned from Nek0-chan's- hey, what happened to my voice?
MD: Ore-sama watched the sub, therefore you gain your sub voices.
Q&A:
Lady Silver Dragon:
Malik: Yes, MD loves Nek0-chan's fics. And it's affecting her speech too. Which REALLY grates on your nerves after a while.
Ryou: ^__^; You seem to be able to correct MD at every turn. Ah well, live and learn, ya know?
Akiko Koishii:
MD: Ore-sama is VERY glad you updated! Now do it again!
Juusan no Kikyo-chan:
MD: Ah, Ore-sama read an unwarned lemon once. In a vampire fic. The rest of the fic was good though.
Ryou: Well, that was a tiny Q&A.
Malik: Only because they all thought she disappeared off the face of the earth.
Ryou: Anyway, here's the next chapter.
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Eclipse of Soul
Marik woke to the warm scent of his hikari in his nose. He cracked open his dusky violet eyes only to have his vision filled by lavender. Malik's shirt, through the course of the night, had wound itself around Marik's head, leaving only his gravity-defying hair and the tip of his nose visible. Malik was still zonked out on the bed, sprawled over it with his arms and legs taking up at least ¾ of it. The blankets had worked their way down around his legs, giving poor Malik a mummified look. Marik snickered quietly as an idea struck him. He snuck onto the bed and curled up cat-like on Malik's chest. It would be good for a few yells on Malik's part once he woke up. Leaving the shirt wrapped his head, he closed his eyes contentedly. Life was good.
Only a few feet over from the fluffy scene, Ryou was still sleeping, Bakura leaning against him. Suddenly Bakura's body convulsed and his eyes snapped open, first white before the pupils slid to the front. He felt so cold, like an unearthly mist was separating him from the rest of the world. He wanted it all to go away. He wanted to be alone in the misery that had entrapped him in it's veil. Ryou was awake now, concerned eyes looking into his. He didn't want those eyes. They hurt. They forced him to feel, something he'd been trying to avoid since the attack on his village. So he did the first thing that his muddled brain thought of. He reached out and pushed hard against his light, separating the two and leaving what would be a bruise on Ryou's chest. Yet the angel continued to stare at him, sadness creeping into his worried eyes.
"What's wrong, 'Kura?" He asked softly, reaching out a hand to Bakura's bangs from his eyes.
Bakura backed away from his hand, as though it might strike him. The angel was beautiful. Bakura backed further until he was near the door.
"Get away!" He said angrily. It wasn't the angel he hated. The angel was beautiful. But the sight of him forced Bakura to feel. It made him weak. He hated weakness. "Stay away from me!"
Ryou's eyes were soft but the hurt was still visible. "Do you hate me, 'Kura-chan?"
Bakura choked. The angel was crying. This was worse than before! Dammit, he was going to soften…(don't ask me where he learned that at age ten…) "S-stop crying!" He began angrily, then cursed at himself again.
Ryou wiped his eyes unconsciously. This is bad. He's just as bad as he used to be. There's got to be something I can do…but it's like I'm just confusing him more. He sighed and put his head in his hands. This wasn't the way things were supposed to go…his yami was worse than he had been before…
Bakura was even more unnerved now. The angel was just sitting. His eyes had lost some luster as well. Was it his fault? Who cares? Even if it was, he didn't care and…who was he kidding?
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Elsewhere
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"Yami?"
Yugi yawned. Okay, this was definitely no longer funny. Seto was behind him in a (what else?) blue bathrobe, yawning and rubbing away the sleep left from getting up so early for his yami. He really was too nice sometimes.
Yugi, it turns out, is most definitely not a morning person. I have said this before, but a person does not see the full extent of Yugi's non-morning-ness until you wake him up at 5 a.m and tell him his now nine-year-old yami (AN: I know that Yami & Bakura are the same age, but for the sake of the story…) was missing. Then you're lucky to get out with full possession of your head. Seto had found this out the hard way.
"Of all the times," Yugi grumbled, "For my yami to stop being sensible and gain an ornery streak, he just HAD to do it at 5 a.m in the middle of DECEMBER!"
"Y'know," Seto said conversationally, "If your fan club found out about this early morning fix of yours, they might have second thoughts about you."
Yugi snuggled his nose into his bathrobe, not having had the sense to get a coat. "Good. The sooner we get rid of them, the better. It's more my yami they like anyway. He's the one who does most of the dueling…"
Seto chuckled. He'd seen the fan club the pair had gained after their numerous tournament wins. "Trust me, they're quite obsessed with both of you. You, apparently, have the "cute and innocent" look going for you."
"Great. You're really lucky most people think you're a cold, hard, unfeeling jerk, y'know that?"
"Should I feel flattered?"
"Trust me, do all you can to keep the fan girls away. I've tried, but Yami says I'm too "adorable"…"
With that, the two of them turned their attention back to finding their other halves. Yugi shivered and pulled the bathrobe tighter around him. "M-maybe we s-should have gotten jackets."
At that moment both Pharaoh and High Priest, who had been watching the entire seen from a nearby bush, tackled their lights, knocking them into the snow. Which, of course, did not help Yugi's problem of being cold. Yami smiled at the boy on the ground, then shivered himself. He didn't think he liked this "snow" stuff. It was freezing. It had never been this cold in Egypt…
"Well," Seto stated calmly, giving the best you're-dead glare he could under the circumstances to his yami, "I take it you're over your nightmare?"
Seito could only nod, as he'd been rendered speechless by a strange combination of laughter and shivering.
"That was fun!" Yami laughed, before sneezing and shivering harder.
"How long were you two out here?" Yugi asked sternly.
Seito shrugged, still recovering from his laughter. "Dunno. Long t-time though."
Yugi sighed, exasperated, before turning to the snow-covered CEO of Kaiba-Corp. "We should probably take them in before they get hypothermia."
"If I don't kill them first." Seto growled, but it was very hard for him to look threatening when he was covered head to foot in snow.
Yugi fought back a giggle. "Let's go in then."
Malik turned over, banishing the killer-Ra plushies from his mind. Or, tried to turn over anyway. There was a rather large weight on his chest that was pinning him to the bed. Cautiously he cracked open an eye, only to find…
"Surprise Hikari-pretty!"
"Aaah!"
With this not so clever remark Malik tumbled off of the bed, taking Marik (AN: Ack, I feel a need to call him Yami-no-Malik now, but Marik's easier to type and I'm lazy…) and the blankets with him. He took a few deep breaths and glared at his darker half, fully ready to chew him out….
….Until he notices his own shirt wrapped around his head. Then all he could do was attempt to avoid hitting sharp objects as he fell on the floor in a state of hysterics. "What-what-" This was as far as Malik got however. Anymore lecturing would have cost him the loss of the last bit of air left in his lungs.
Marik grinned, pleased. His hikari-pretty was amused too! He should try this more often…
Noticing his hikari turn a rather unattractive shade of blue, however, he became concerned, and being the current holder of the much-prized Millennium Rod, hit him over the head with it.
"Hikari-pretty should stop laughing now." Marik said practically, before leaning up against his hikari for a few more minutes of sleep. Just a few more minutes…
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MD: *re-watching subs* Okay, Pegasus' voice is freakin' DISTURBING.
Seto: *sourly* Pegasus in GENERAL was disturbing.
MD: You do have a point.
Hey! PLEASE go read Ore-sama's songfic? Onegai? It's review neglected.
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