Heyas ppl!! Since the last chapter was a bit short (and since I'm bored
right now because I'm waiting for my yami) I made this one a bit longer.
Our reviews will answer this time: Mariku!!!
Mariku: Hey there.
Voice: Hey. What does it feel to die?
Mariku: -glares- I guess we should skip to the answers.
To Silver Arrow: Of course we do understand. Everyone wants to see my greatness, it is understandable.
To Pocketfirefairy: UH, okay, since I don't hold a grudge against V-chan anymore for killing me –glares- I'm glad you won't kill her. I'm also flattered everyone loves me so much. ^___^
To Sugar-Kat: Yeah, that's right missy! She made me do this to Bakura because she's waiting for you. It's your damn fault!!! –breathes heavily-
Voice: Don't mind him, yami-chan ^^" He had a lot of sugar today, too. –purrs-
Mariku: Whatever o.O . .
To Aman-chan and Rae: Aw c'mon Rae, passed out hikaris are fun. Uhm. . . don't you EVER frighten my own hikari again!!!!! –glares-
Malik: =3 My yami loves me. –nodnod-
Mariku: Do not. . . -.-
To Fluffylittledragon: I think that was the longest review I ever read from you. I must tell you Seto was happy about his new spark. . he even got a new hairstyle too –sniggers- Looks a lot like mine. So then, El, I'm glad you love me. Like everyone else. Mwah.
Voice: Thank you, Mariku!! You behaved well. –gives Mariku a cookie-
*~*
Normal POV
"You should be anywhere, underworld maybe, but not here!"
"Didn't you miss me, Bakura?"
The albino backed away slowly. It wasn't the appearance of his once-best friend, he had seen zombies before. What crept Bakura out was that this body wasn't Mariku's old one, though it looked like it. Long legs covered in beige pants. A muscle shirt in black. Strong, tanned arms crossed in front of a muscular chest and unruly sand blonde hair. Deep violet eyes without any pupils.
It was the all too familiar smirk. Bakura wasn't supposed to ever see it again, he knew that. He skipped the question.
"You're dead, Mariku. It's been nearly two and a half years, you know."
"I know that!!" In the unearthly voice spiked anger, the half lidded eyes narrowed dangerously. Bakura found himself pinned against the gravestone of an empty tomb, the man whose name engraved of it inches in front of him. Mariku rested his hands on each side of the smaller male, pressing against him lightly.
"You know. . .", the supposed-to-be-dead breathed, eyes becoming seductively half lidded again, voice low and purring. Bakura knew, if he had seen Mariku for the first time this moment, he immediately would've fallen for him, and that was what made him afraid.
"I always wanted to haunt you. . "
"Nani?!"
"For you got all the attention, all the love, everyone you wanted, I even envied you when you were in pain, because you 'could' feel, 'could' love, 'could' being hurt!", Mariku snarled, his lips touching Bakura's slightly with every hissed out word.
Silence fell between them, interrupted only by Mariku's harsh breathing from his mood swings. Something flickered in those violet orbs.
"Who will believe you when you tell them?", the 'spirit' purred. "Because if you will, they'll think you lost your entire mind now. . "
"You're completely insane", Bakura spat, glaring into the other's eyes.
"Maybe, Bakura. . but guess who attacked your precious little Ryou at the mall?"
"Bastard!!"
"Thank you. Does the poison work well? How is he, anyway? He's a nice little prize you know. . "
"Leave him out of this! You attacked him, so you also can heal him."
"Of course I could. But like hell I will."
Bakura tried to free himself desperately, unbearable anger flaming through him; all he wanted was to punch that handsome face in front of him until nothing but a bloody mess was left.
"First he'll be haunted by nightmares. . then he'll go blind. . paralyzed. . and then comatose.", Mariku purred with satisfaction. "But until then, I'll already have him with me, and there's nothing you can do about it. . "
"You-!"
"I hope Anzu-chan still cries for me."
Then, with a single lick over Bakura's bottom lip he was gone, leaving the smaller one dazed against the gravestone.
Yami paced his room restlessly. It's been hours since he last heard from Yuugi. Because of all those. . creatures suddenly present, the incarnated one was more than worried about his little love. At that thought, a soft smile graced Yami's stoic features. The angel had gone to visit the other angel; what was his name? It didn't matter to him anymore; he didn't want to hurt Bakura again. Yami wasn't even proud of what he had done. He thought it was necessary. . it had been completely foolish.
The tri-colour haired youth came to a halt at the large window, staring at the pace leading to the gates which maybe looked kind of ancient, but where equipped with every technical alarm plant available. Yami had made Mai go with Yuugi since she too wanted to see if Bakura's little boyfriend. . Ryou was his name, Yami guessed. . was well. After the white-haired teen had passed out in front of the mall with that small cut on his flawless cheek, Bakura had lost it, picking the young one up and carrying him, not letting anyone near him.
Yami sighed and shook his head, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against the cool glass for a moment. He still remembered how those cheeks of the little one felt, how nice it was to touch him back then when he sent him and 'that girl'. . he refused to think of her as 'Anzu' now. . to the Shadow Realm to challenge Bakura. A single, brief moment, Ryou had been his, complete victory coursing through Yami as he held the lithe body, which was so much like Bakura's, close. Was that why he had done everything to get Bakura's loved one's?
Because he loved him deep inside?
Then why did he feel sorry and guilty because of Ryou, for he wasn't there earlier?
Maybe because Ryou 'was' like Bakura?
Or because he wasn't a complete ass anymore?
Yami's eyes clenched shut, holding back tears of confusion. He did love Yuugi, didn't he?
"It's your fault."
"What?!"
Yami turned around, but – nobody was there. He shook his head to get rid of the sensation of being watched viciously, and tried to calm down.
"It's your fault." That whisper again. Deep, low, purring. . taunting and accusing. And how right it was to Yami.
"Yeah. . maybe. . "
"Not just maybe, Yami. I is your fault. Everything. . "
Yami's head was spinning, he felt dizzy, but the voice was right, wasn't it? It HAD been his fault. They wouldn't be in this situation if he didn't break loose this fight so many years ago. .
The now twenty-year-old pounded his fist against the window once, desperately.
"It's been. . . seven years. . . "
Cool blue eyes watched, now tinted in worry and despair, as the Egyptian teen tried to calm down the still sobbing Anzu. Isis heaved a sigh, not knowing what to do. She felt that something was approaching, even without the Millenniums Tauk. She couldn't see the future clearly, but sometimes –and just sometimes!- her guardian goddess would grant her a glance, just to prevent danger. The vision Anuket sent her before that incident with Ryou had been a bit too late though. When Isis had woken from her trance, Shizuka was on the large monitor, frantically gesturing while talking to Seto.
Said male stood next to her, his eyes fixed on the slumbering, white-haired angel on the bed. . . if only he was slumbering. Isis had the bad feeling that this light slumber would turn into deep sleep soon; a very bad sleep. Ryou wouldn't wake up from it again. The calm woman couldn't stand the quiet, muffled sobbing anymore, and briefly glaring at Seto for not helping his 'cousin' -for she was related to him somehow- the raven-haired woman made her way to the two teens, resting one hand on Malik's shoulder, causing him to look up. Isis nodded shortly; what Anzu needed now were some wisely put words and the comfort of a female.
But even Isis couldn't find the right words when Malik backed away, revealing the brown-haired girl's face which was deadly pale while her eyes were red from crying. She simply wrapped her arms around the younger girl and let her weep.
And right she was, Anzu slowly came to a halt. Only sniffling was heard now.
"Listen, Anzu-chan. It will be alright; Ryou will be alright."
A familiar voice in her head stated: "You don't know that at all." Isis nodded softly.
'I know, Anuket-sama.'
"You know I can't talk to you very long, someone will notice. I'm willing to help you though. Lay down somewhere, and I'll send you everything that happened and everything that will happen, for I can see it quite clear."
"As you wish, Anuket-sama", Isis mumbled out loud by accident, but Anzu didn't seem to hear, and Malik was used to this. His older sister often had conversations with the goddess. . no, the girl he was in love with still.
Isis let go of Anzu, who was quiet now, rubbing her eyes furiously, and dashed into her room as fast as she could without losing her grace. She laid down on her bed, feeing the smooth cotton sheets beneath her, stroking them unconsciously with her fingertips, but concentrated on Anuket's gentle bidding. Soon, she found herself pulled into blackness.
The woman looked around a bit, wondering where she was; when the person she was looking for appeared in front of her in mother-of-pearl-shimmering light. Shoulder long brown hair with black strands softly flowed even as there was now wind. Large, dark brown eyes lined with kohl looked sadly at the 'older' woman, for the appearance was still girl-like. Delicate hands fumbled a bit nervously with the rim of the Egyptian styled white cotton dress. Isis bowed.
"Anuket-sama."
"Isis. . . I longed to see you. Tell me, how is Malik? And everyone else?"
Aquamarine eyes glittered in mild amusement as the goddess tried to paper over the worry she held for Isis' little brother. . . and maybe the love, too.
"You should know, you watch them every day you know.", Isis answered gently. The young goddess smiled.
"Yes, I do. Now to your task; I've seen that someone has resurrected your brother, Mariku, from the death without my permission. I was responsible for his soul you know. See."
Anuket waved her right hand, and a large mirror appeared. In it, there were images, swirling and shadowed, but with another wave of the goddess' hand, they came to a halt. The breath hitched within Isis' throat.
"Mariku. . . "
"That is right. I'm not allowed to get into your lives again, so I will guide you through this task unnoticed. You have to stop him."
"I know. . . but how can I do that?"
Malik sighed as he watched his older sister, the person he loved most in the world -he thought that would be okay, since Mariku was dead and Anuket a higher being- , how she stared at the ceiling with a blank look on her face. It would be no use to try and wake her up, because if she was in trance once, she would only wake up again when she finished whatever she was up to in her mind. He had seen Bakura when he had left his room, where Ryou was bedded, to follow Isis. The older albino had looked as if he had seen some ghosts. Malik shook his head.
Little did he know that said 'ghost' was standing behind him when he bent down to pick up a can Isis had let fall.
*~*
Poor Malik, what will happen to him now.. .?
Malik: Er. . . nothing?
Mariku: -smirks-
Malik: o.O You can't scare me yami.
Mariku: I can't? –loosens his cape and reveals a pink tutu-
Malik: . . . AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaah. . . –runs off-
Mariku: -smirks- Review, people.
Mariku: Hey there.
Voice: Hey. What does it feel to die?
Mariku: -glares- I guess we should skip to the answers.
To Silver Arrow: Of course we do understand. Everyone wants to see my greatness, it is understandable.
To Pocketfirefairy: UH, okay, since I don't hold a grudge against V-chan anymore for killing me –glares- I'm glad you won't kill her. I'm also flattered everyone loves me so much. ^___^
To Sugar-Kat: Yeah, that's right missy! She made me do this to Bakura because she's waiting for you. It's your damn fault!!! –breathes heavily-
Voice: Don't mind him, yami-chan ^^" He had a lot of sugar today, too. –purrs-
Mariku: Whatever o.O . .
To Aman-chan and Rae: Aw c'mon Rae, passed out hikaris are fun. Uhm. . . don't you EVER frighten my own hikari again!!!!! –glares-
Malik: =3 My yami loves me. –nodnod-
Mariku: Do not. . . -.-
To Fluffylittledragon: I think that was the longest review I ever read from you. I must tell you Seto was happy about his new spark. . he even got a new hairstyle too –sniggers- Looks a lot like mine. So then, El, I'm glad you love me. Like everyone else. Mwah.
Voice: Thank you, Mariku!! You behaved well. –gives Mariku a cookie-
*~*
Normal POV
"You should be anywhere, underworld maybe, but not here!"
"Didn't you miss me, Bakura?"
The albino backed away slowly. It wasn't the appearance of his once-best friend, he had seen zombies before. What crept Bakura out was that this body wasn't Mariku's old one, though it looked like it. Long legs covered in beige pants. A muscle shirt in black. Strong, tanned arms crossed in front of a muscular chest and unruly sand blonde hair. Deep violet eyes without any pupils.
It was the all too familiar smirk. Bakura wasn't supposed to ever see it again, he knew that. He skipped the question.
"You're dead, Mariku. It's been nearly two and a half years, you know."
"I know that!!" In the unearthly voice spiked anger, the half lidded eyes narrowed dangerously. Bakura found himself pinned against the gravestone of an empty tomb, the man whose name engraved of it inches in front of him. Mariku rested his hands on each side of the smaller male, pressing against him lightly.
"You know. . .", the supposed-to-be-dead breathed, eyes becoming seductively half lidded again, voice low and purring. Bakura knew, if he had seen Mariku for the first time this moment, he immediately would've fallen for him, and that was what made him afraid.
"I always wanted to haunt you. . "
"Nani?!"
"For you got all the attention, all the love, everyone you wanted, I even envied you when you were in pain, because you 'could' feel, 'could' love, 'could' being hurt!", Mariku snarled, his lips touching Bakura's slightly with every hissed out word.
Silence fell between them, interrupted only by Mariku's harsh breathing from his mood swings. Something flickered in those violet orbs.
"Who will believe you when you tell them?", the 'spirit' purred. "Because if you will, they'll think you lost your entire mind now. . "
"You're completely insane", Bakura spat, glaring into the other's eyes.
"Maybe, Bakura. . but guess who attacked your precious little Ryou at the mall?"
"Bastard!!"
"Thank you. Does the poison work well? How is he, anyway? He's a nice little prize you know. . "
"Leave him out of this! You attacked him, so you also can heal him."
"Of course I could. But like hell I will."
Bakura tried to free himself desperately, unbearable anger flaming through him; all he wanted was to punch that handsome face in front of him until nothing but a bloody mess was left.
"First he'll be haunted by nightmares. . then he'll go blind. . paralyzed. . and then comatose.", Mariku purred with satisfaction. "But until then, I'll already have him with me, and there's nothing you can do about it. . "
"You-!"
"I hope Anzu-chan still cries for me."
Then, with a single lick over Bakura's bottom lip he was gone, leaving the smaller one dazed against the gravestone.
Yami paced his room restlessly. It's been hours since he last heard from Yuugi. Because of all those. . creatures suddenly present, the incarnated one was more than worried about his little love. At that thought, a soft smile graced Yami's stoic features. The angel had gone to visit the other angel; what was his name? It didn't matter to him anymore; he didn't want to hurt Bakura again. Yami wasn't even proud of what he had done. He thought it was necessary. . it had been completely foolish.
The tri-colour haired youth came to a halt at the large window, staring at the pace leading to the gates which maybe looked kind of ancient, but where equipped with every technical alarm plant available. Yami had made Mai go with Yuugi since she too wanted to see if Bakura's little boyfriend. . Ryou was his name, Yami guessed. . was well. After the white-haired teen had passed out in front of the mall with that small cut on his flawless cheek, Bakura had lost it, picking the young one up and carrying him, not letting anyone near him.
Yami sighed and shook his head, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against the cool glass for a moment. He still remembered how those cheeks of the little one felt, how nice it was to touch him back then when he sent him and 'that girl'. . he refused to think of her as 'Anzu' now. . to the Shadow Realm to challenge Bakura. A single, brief moment, Ryou had been his, complete victory coursing through Yami as he held the lithe body, which was so much like Bakura's, close. Was that why he had done everything to get Bakura's loved one's?
Because he loved him deep inside?
Then why did he feel sorry and guilty because of Ryou, for he wasn't there earlier?
Maybe because Ryou 'was' like Bakura?
Or because he wasn't a complete ass anymore?
Yami's eyes clenched shut, holding back tears of confusion. He did love Yuugi, didn't he?
"It's your fault."
"What?!"
Yami turned around, but – nobody was there. He shook his head to get rid of the sensation of being watched viciously, and tried to calm down.
"It's your fault." That whisper again. Deep, low, purring. . taunting and accusing. And how right it was to Yami.
"Yeah. . maybe. . "
"Not just maybe, Yami. I is your fault. Everything. . "
Yami's head was spinning, he felt dizzy, but the voice was right, wasn't it? It HAD been his fault. They wouldn't be in this situation if he didn't break loose this fight so many years ago. .
The now twenty-year-old pounded his fist against the window once, desperately.
"It's been. . . seven years. . . "
Cool blue eyes watched, now tinted in worry and despair, as the Egyptian teen tried to calm down the still sobbing Anzu. Isis heaved a sigh, not knowing what to do. She felt that something was approaching, even without the Millenniums Tauk. She couldn't see the future clearly, but sometimes –and just sometimes!- her guardian goddess would grant her a glance, just to prevent danger. The vision Anuket sent her before that incident with Ryou had been a bit too late though. When Isis had woken from her trance, Shizuka was on the large monitor, frantically gesturing while talking to Seto.
Said male stood next to her, his eyes fixed on the slumbering, white-haired angel on the bed. . . if only he was slumbering. Isis had the bad feeling that this light slumber would turn into deep sleep soon; a very bad sleep. Ryou wouldn't wake up from it again. The calm woman couldn't stand the quiet, muffled sobbing anymore, and briefly glaring at Seto for not helping his 'cousin' -for she was related to him somehow- the raven-haired woman made her way to the two teens, resting one hand on Malik's shoulder, causing him to look up. Isis nodded shortly; what Anzu needed now were some wisely put words and the comfort of a female.
But even Isis couldn't find the right words when Malik backed away, revealing the brown-haired girl's face which was deadly pale while her eyes were red from crying. She simply wrapped her arms around the younger girl and let her weep.
And right she was, Anzu slowly came to a halt. Only sniffling was heard now.
"Listen, Anzu-chan. It will be alright; Ryou will be alright."
A familiar voice in her head stated: "You don't know that at all." Isis nodded softly.
'I know, Anuket-sama.'
"You know I can't talk to you very long, someone will notice. I'm willing to help you though. Lay down somewhere, and I'll send you everything that happened and everything that will happen, for I can see it quite clear."
"As you wish, Anuket-sama", Isis mumbled out loud by accident, but Anzu didn't seem to hear, and Malik was used to this. His older sister often had conversations with the goddess. . no, the girl he was in love with still.
Isis let go of Anzu, who was quiet now, rubbing her eyes furiously, and dashed into her room as fast as she could without losing her grace. She laid down on her bed, feeing the smooth cotton sheets beneath her, stroking them unconsciously with her fingertips, but concentrated on Anuket's gentle bidding. Soon, she found herself pulled into blackness.
The woman looked around a bit, wondering where she was; when the person she was looking for appeared in front of her in mother-of-pearl-shimmering light. Shoulder long brown hair with black strands softly flowed even as there was now wind. Large, dark brown eyes lined with kohl looked sadly at the 'older' woman, for the appearance was still girl-like. Delicate hands fumbled a bit nervously with the rim of the Egyptian styled white cotton dress. Isis bowed.
"Anuket-sama."
"Isis. . . I longed to see you. Tell me, how is Malik? And everyone else?"
Aquamarine eyes glittered in mild amusement as the goddess tried to paper over the worry she held for Isis' little brother. . . and maybe the love, too.
"You should know, you watch them every day you know.", Isis answered gently. The young goddess smiled.
"Yes, I do. Now to your task; I've seen that someone has resurrected your brother, Mariku, from the death without my permission. I was responsible for his soul you know. See."
Anuket waved her right hand, and a large mirror appeared. In it, there were images, swirling and shadowed, but with another wave of the goddess' hand, they came to a halt. The breath hitched within Isis' throat.
"Mariku. . . "
"That is right. I'm not allowed to get into your lives again, so I will guide you through this task unnoticed. You have to stop him."
"I know. . . but how can I do that?"
Malik sighed as he watched his older sister, the person he loved most in the world -he thought that would be okay, since Mariku was dead and Anuket a higher being- , how she stared at the ceiling with a blank look on her face. It would be no use to try and wake her up, because if she was in trance once, she would only wake up again when she finished whatever she was up to in her mind. He had seen Bakura when he had left his room, where Ryou was bedded, to follow Isis. The older albino had looked as if he had seen some ghosts. Malik shook his head.
Little did he know that said 'ghost' was standing behind him when he bent down to pick up a can Isis had let fall.
*~*
Poor Malik, what will happen to him now.. .?
Malik: Er. . . nothing?
Mariku: -smirks-
Malik: o.O You can't scare me yami.
Mariku: I can't? –loosens his cape and reveals a pink tutu-
Malik: . . . AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaah. . . –runs off-
Mariku: -smirks- Review, people.