Chapter 6: Enter Malik and Anzu!
3rd person POV
Since twenty years have passed, most of the people that Yugi and Bakura knew are now in their late thirties....
Malik's POV
Over the last five years, I've started to do a lot of traveling. I eventually decided to look in on the millennium items that were sold to our museum after Yugi and Bakura passed on. We had eventually sold them to another museum to haul our butts out of a debt, and from there they had been sold again and again. I finally managed to trace them to Canada's biggest city, Toronto.
At a Toronto museum, they had been purchased by none other than Shadi. I thought then that continuing the search would be hopeless. Shadi is completely impossible to track. But I had done too much work to just give up now. If Yugi or Bakura, or their Yamis returned to this world during my lifetime, I didn't want to miss it. I put an advertisement in a major local newspaper looking for ancient Egyptian artifacts. I kept it general, but I got the desired response anyway. I got a couple of useless calls from museums about mummies and so on, but finally, not taking the phone off the hook permanently had paid off. The conversation went something like this:
Ring ring ring "Hello?" "Hi. May I speak to Malik?" "Speaking." "I'm calling about the ad you have in the Toronto Sun Newspaper. Are you interested in the purchase of a 'millennium ring?' It's rumored to have magical powers, and is most likely Egyptian." "Millennium ring, you say? Any other millennium items?" "Yeah, but the others don't belong to me. Are you interested?" "Very."
Then in the background I heard, "What are you doing! You can't sell that!" "Watch me!" "No! or never mind, I will! I'm sure Bakura will be real happy that you're giving him away...." "Shut up! I'm on the phone."
She then returned to the phone conversation. I was sure I had found what I was looking for. We arranged to meet the next day at Tim Hortons, at a precise table so we'd know where to find each other.
I showed up fifteen minutes early according to my watch, and ten minutes late according to the clock at Tim Hortons. I'd forgotten that my watch had stopped.
I walked over to my table, where three kids were seated. Two guys and a girl. The guys were carefully poring over a magazine, as the girl eyed me carefully.
Sheila's POV
"Might you be Malik Ishtal?" I asked the man that had walked over to our table like he owned the place.
"That would be me. And you are Sheila?" This Malik guy was kinda weird looking. He was tall, nearly six feet, and had dark skin, but he had blond hair. An odd combination.
"Yes. Now, to business. Here is the millennium ring...." I said displaying it. I wasn't wearing it. I had no intention of giving up my chance to make some money because some big headed tomb robber didn't want to leave.
I was interrupted as Aymery and Bobby's alternate personalities began talking. "It's Malik!" Yugi exclaimed in a whisper.
"I haven't seen him in.... forever. He looks old," Bakura pointed out.
Malik interrupted their conversation, "I'm not deaf. I don't look that old. Considering it's been twenty years." He paused briefly, then, "You dyed your hair, Yugi? Or did you dye it before?" Then, as if he wasn't expecting an answer, he turned to the magazine, "Hey look! It's Anzu! I was talking to her last week. She said if I contacted you guys to call her. She's a pretty good dancer. You should go to one of her recitals. I can get you tickets if your interested Yugi, wink, wink, nudge, nudge."
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