Heyas guys. While I'm waiting for Sugar-Kat (hi there!) to come online, I
thought I could continue a bit.
Malik: What are you and Sugar up to again?
Voice: Erm. . . that's none of your business.
Malik: The whole rp-ing stuff is really boring you know.
Voice: Silence! Or I shall lock you up in my temple again (thanks to Heather I have one ^___^)
Malik: . . .
Voice: Works for me. Anyways, could ya thank the reviewers?
Malik: Why? Your throat is perfectly okay again!
Voice: Pweaaase?
Malik: Okay okay I'll do it! Sheesh, she's champion of the hikari puppy eyes. Not even hikaris can resist. -.- First, to
Magicianofblackchaos23: She said she would read your fanfics. –nods- And she's happy that the Force is with her now. . . whatever that means.
To Aman-chan: -purrs- Yessss, loathing Yami. . . damn pharaoh. . . anyways. Can I have a kitten? Please? PLEASE?!
Voice: Why do you want one?
Malik: Because Aman has one!!!
To Snow-shadow-wolf: Thank you. Yes, her throat is better. Unfortunately.
Shizuka: You're so mean to V-chan again. . .
Malik: Ain't I always? Anyways.
To Kaz: Oh well. . . right.
To Lee-chan: Yeah, she made one, but I can't say I'm happy about it.
To Sugar-Kat: Uh, they do? Yay! –grabs all the pocky and hides it-
To Pocketfirefairy: That's why they call her Cliffie-Queen, isn't it.
To Fluffylittledragon: Uh, yes, zombies –shivers- I don't like them myself, they're creepy. And no, 'Kura-chan wouldn't mind too much –grins evilly-
Bakura: Hey!!. . .
Ryou: o.O
*~*
Ryou's POV
Did I tell you it can be creepier? It can. Now it is. Anzu and I are surrounded by some unknown creatures, some of them maybe even more dangerous than immortal zombies. Maybe even as immortal as they are. I press the weapon's handle tightly and try to get rid of the nervousness. Anzu seems to be so calm; like nothing would happen at all. Hello-oh, we're surrounded, honey!! Do you realize it? Darn! Girls these days! . . . I'm sounding like Bakura again. Speaking of Bakura, I could easily call for him and he'll be here in an instant to rescue me. . . us. But since I don't have a communicator and Shizuka had already informed them, that would be no use. Great.
Creepy shuffling in the shadows the smoke is creating; sounds like zombies indeed. I wonder if Mai-san and Shi-chan were able to get the people out of the mall. W-Wait, did that thing just move. . . ?
"Anzu?"
"Shh, they'll hear you. . . "
"They already know we're here, they wouldn't have surrounded us if they didn't!"
"Quiet, I'm trying to think."
Okay, then I'll be quiet. . . wait. . . eep! These things are leaping at us from the shadows, missing us just for inches. I feel cold claws at my cheek and blood trickle down my chin. . . it had hit me! Darn! Another thing comes my way, and I close my eyes because it`s too big to dash away. . . a breeze hits me softly, and when I open my eyes after a loud 'bang', the thing lies there, and Bakura stands in front of me panting slightly, aiming his favourite weapon on it. I look around. . . Malik's there, too, shielding Anzu who's cowering behind him and touches her ankle.
"You okay?", Bakura says when he turns to me. I can only nod. My saviour! I sigh when he wraps his arms around me. Malik gasps.
"T-That thing. . . "
"What's with that thing?"
"It looks just like the one that killed Mariku", he says softly as if in deep thoughts. I can see the horror in his eyes. Anzu gives a strangled sob and the blonde Egyptian scoops her up in his arms. "I think it's broken", she whispers. Fortunately she didn't seem to hear what Malik had said. Or did she? Anyways, Bakura scoops me up too. I look at him inquiringly.
"There are too many of them. We have to get out of here and kill them from the outside." I nod, and the oh-so-cool inventions from Seto, his demon wings, unfold themselves from Bakura's shoulders and we take off. Malik and Anzu follow us. I can see the smoke and only the smoke from up here, but a few shadowy creatures are lurking around in there. We land outside the mall, and Bakura lets me down. . . darn. Anzu's still in Malik's arms for her ankle is twisted in a unhealthy way and holds to his neck, glaring at someone standing behind us; I turn around and see Mai talking to Yami. Yuugi stands next to them and waves at me happily. I wave back; I don't hold a grudge against him. Actually, I like him. Kind of. Bakura quickly takes my hand in his own. I frown up at him, but he's glaring, too, and Yami doesn't even notice it. He lets Mai explain what happened and frowns, looking dead serious. Then, finally, he turns to Bakura.
"Hey there 'Kura."
My love only growls and shoves me behind his back. I think Bakura hasn't forgave Yami yet that he wanted to have me.
"Calm down albino. I'm trying to talk to you like adults."
"Then maybe you should start acting like one. Why are you here anyway?"
"Because Mai called me, dumbass. The case is serious, I don't have time to waste it for you and your growling."
Both of them sound angry, and while they 'talk', I let go of Bakura's hand and sneak over to Yuugi. He gives me a cheery smile.
"Hey there. How are you?", he asks me. He's so nice. How come he's with Yami? I just don't get it.
"Fine, how are you?" He nods in response. We both look at our bickering boyfriends and sigh in unison; they're impossible!
"I'm sorry for what Yami did in the past."
"Gods Yuugi, you don't have to be. It's not your fault."
"But he doesn't feel guilty; it's the last thing I can do." He bows. I pat him on the back.
"Stop that crap. Yami hasn't ever done something to harm me." Wait, that's not true. . . he wanted to make me his and he wanted to kill Anzu and Bakura who are my friends. . . err. . . anyways. The way he looks at me sceptically tells me he knows I'm talking crap.
"What's wrong with Anzu?"
"She twisted her ankle."
Yuugi grimaces. "Oh dear. . . I better tell her to get well soon." Says, and leaves. I watch him, and though Malik's glaring at him, and I can clearly read his mind, Anzu smiles softly and talks to him. Shizuka once told me that Anzu and Yuugi had been friends since childhood. Seems like that didn't change.
"Ryou." I jump and spin around. . . two cool aquamarine eyes look at me.
"Isis-sama.", I say, bowing slightly. When I look up, my breath hitches in my throat; she actually smiles!! Wow!!
"I told you already you don't have to call me that."
But I do it though. She's so. . . serious all the time! She's just like a queen. And she's wise. I really learned to like her the past years, she was for me like. . . yeah. . . like some kind of mother. She's beautiful, on the in- and on the outside.
"Why are you here?"
"I like to keep an eye on my brother." I nod and smile; that's just like Isis. "I think you were pretty lucky today.", she continues calmly. I tilt my head. "Because you easily could have been killed.", Isis explains and brings her right hand to my cheek were the claws touched me. By the way, I feel a bit dizzy. . . her cool, tanned hand touches the gash, her serene face grimaces in pity. "Chibi ichi, you got to get back home.", she murmurs. I can only nod again; it seems like my voice lost the little power it had.
Then everything goes dark, and white swirls are in front of my inner eye, and I feel like falling, falling and falling and landing within slender, female arms. . .
Darkness.
*~*
Aw, what happened to poor Ryou?
Bakura: Well I don't know. You wrote it. And he better get well soon!
Voice: He will.
Anzu: What's going on anyways, V-chan?
Voice: If I would tell you, you would know, wouldn't you?
Isis: That was. . . confusing. O.o
Malik: What are you and Sugar up to again?
Voice: Erm. . . that's none of your business.
Malik: The whole rp-ing stuff is really boring you know.
Voice: Silence! Or I shall lock you up in my temple again (thanks to Heather I have one ^___^)
Malik: . . .
Voice: Works for me. Anyways, could ya thank the reviewers?
Malik: Why? Your throat is perfectly okay again!
Voice: Pweaaase?
Malik: Okay okay I'll do it! Sheesh, she's champion of the hikari puppy eyes. Not even hikaris can resist. -.- First, to
Magicianofblackchaos23: She said she would read your fanfics. –nods- And she's happy that the Force is with her now. . . whatever that means.
To Aman-chan: -purrs- Yessss, loathing Yami. . . damn pharaoh. . . anyways. Can I have a kitten? Please? PLEASE?!
Voice: Why do you want one?
Malik: Because Aman has one!!!
To Snow-shadow-wolf: Thank you. Yes, her throat is better. Unfortunately.
Shizuka: You're so mean to V-chan again. . .
Malik: Ain't I always? Anyways.
To Kaz: Oh well. . . right.
To Lee-chan: Yeah, she made one, but I can't say I'm happy about it.
To Sugar-Kat: Uh, they do? Yay! –grabs all the pocky and hides it-
To Pocketfirefairy: That's why they call her Cliffie-Queen, isn't it.
To Fluffylittledragon: Uh, yes, zombies –shivers- I don't like them myself, they're creepy. And no, 'Kura-chan wouldn't mind too much –grins evilly-
Bakura: Hey!!. . .
Ryou: o.O
*~*
Ryou's POV
Did I tell you it can be creepier? It can. Now it is. Anzu and I are surrounded by some unknown creatures, some of them maybe even more dangerous than immortal zombies. Maybe even as immortal as they are. I press the weapon's handle tightly and try to get rid of the nervousness. Anzu seems to be so calm; like nothing would happen at all. Hello-oh, we're surrounded, honey!! Do you realize it? Darn! Girls these days! . . . I'm sounding like Bakura again. Speaking of Bakura, I could easily call for him and he'll be here in an instant to rescue me. . . us. But since I don't have a communicator and Shizuka had already informed them, that would be no use. Great.
Creepy shuffling in the shadows the smoke is creating; sounds like zombies indeed. I wonder if Mai-san and Shi-chan were able to get the people out of the mall. W-Wait, did that thing just move. . . ?
"Anzu?"
"Shh, they'll hear you. . . "
"They already know we're here, they wouldn't have surrounded us if they didn't!"
"Quiet, I'm trying to think."
Okay, then I'll be quiet. . . wait. . . eep! These things are leaping at us from the shadows, missing us just for inches. I feel cold claws at my cheek and blood trickle down my chin. . . it had hit me! Darn! Another thing comes my way, and I close my eyes because it`s too big to dash away. . . a breeze hits me softly, and when I open my eyes after a loud 'bang', the thing lies there, and Bakura stands in front of me panting slightly, aiming his favourite weapon on it. I look around. . . Malik's there, too, shielding Anzu who's cowering behind him and touches her ankle.
"You okay?", Bakura says when he turns to me. I can only nod. My saviour! I sigh when he wraps his arms around me. Malik gasps.
"T-That thing. . . "
"What's with that thing?"
"It looks just like the one that killed Mariku", he says softly as if in deep thoughts. I can see the horror in his eyes. Anzu gives a strangled sob and the blonde Egyptian scoops her up in his arms. "I think it's broken", she whispers. Fortunately she didn't seem to hear what Malik had said. Or did she? Anyways, Bakura scoops me up too. I look at him inquiringly.
"There are too many of them. We have to get out of here and kill them from the outside." I nod, and the oh-so-cool inventions from Seto, his demon wings, unfold themselves from Bakura's shoulders and we take off. Malik and Anzu follow us. I can see the smoke and only the smoke from up here, but a few shadowy creatures are lurking around in there. We land outside the mall, and Bakura lets me down. . . darn. Anzu's still in Malik's arms for her ankle is twisted in a unhealthy way and holds to his neck, glaring at someone standing behind us; I turn around and see Mai talking to Yami. Yuugi stands next to them and waves at me happily. I wave back; I don't hold a grudge against him. Actually, I like him. Kind of. Bakura quickly takes my hand in his own. I frown up at him, but he's glaring, too, and Yami doesn't even notice it. He lets Mai explain what happened and frowns, looking dead serious. Then, finally, he turns to Bakura.
"Hey there 'Kura."
My love only growls and shoves me behind his back. I think Bakura hasn't forgave Yami yet that he wanted to have me.
"Calm down albino. I'm trying to talk to you like adults."
"Then maybe you should start acting like one. Why are you here anyway?"
"Because Mai called me, dumbass. The case is serious, I don't have time to waste it for you and your growling."
Both of them sound angry, and while they 'talk', I let go of Bakura's hand and sneak over to Yuugi. He gives me a cheery smile.
"Hey there. How are you?", he asks me. He's so nice. How come he's with Yami? I just don't get it.
"Fine, how are you?" He nods in response. We both look at our bickering boyfriends and sigh in unison; they're impossible!
"I'm sorry for what Yami did in the past."
"Gods Yuugi, you don't have to be. It's not your fault."
"But he doesn't feel guilty; it's the last thing I can do." He bows. I pat him on the back.
"Stop that crap. Yami hasn't ever done something to harm me." Wait, that's not true. . . he wanted to make me his and he wanted to kill Anzu and Bakura who are my friends. . . err. . . anyways. The way he looks at me sceptically tells me he knows I'm talking crap.
"What's wrong with Anzu?"
"She twisted her ankle."
Yuugi grimaces. "Oh dear. . . I better tell her to get well soon." Says, and leaves. I watch him, and though Malik's glaring at him, and I can clearly read his mind, Anzu smiles softly and talks to him. Shizuka once told me that Anzu and Yuugi had been friends since childhood. Seems like that didn't change.
"Ryou." I jump and spin around. . . two cool aquamarine eyes look at me.
"Isis-sama.", I say, bowing slightly. When I look up, my breath hitches in my throat; she actually smiles!! Wow!!
"I told you already you don't have to call me that."
But I do it though. She's so. . . serious all the time! She's just like a queen. And she's wise. I really learned to like her the past years, she was for me like. . . yeah. . . like some kind of mother. She's beautiful, on the in- and on the outside.
"Why are you here?"
"I like to keep an eye on my brother." I nod and smile; that's just like Isis. "I think you were pretty lucky today.", she continues calmly. I tilt my head. "Because you easily could have been killed.", Isis explains and brings her right hand to my cheek were the claws touched me. By the way, I feel a bit dizzy. . . her cool, tanned hand touches the gash, her serene face grimaces in pity. "Chibi ichi, you got to get back home.", she murmurs. I can only nod again; it seems like my voice lost the little power it had.
Then everything goes dark, and white swirls are in front of my inner eye, and I feel like falling, falling and falling and landing within slender, female arms. . .
Darkness.
*~*
Aw, what happened to poor Ryou?
Bakura: Well I don't know. You wrote it. And he better get well soon!
Voice: He will.
Anzu: What's going on anyways, V-chan?
Voice: If I would tell you, you would know, wouldn't you?
Isis: That was. . . confusing. O.o