Yami: (Panting hard) Did we lose Ash?
Marik: (Glances over shoulder) Yep we sure did.
Yami: Good my feet are killing me. (Pulls out a black book) Now, we can continue.
Marik: But we don't have 3 reviews yet?
Yami: That's okay, I want to put more. Who cares if they read it or not. It's just fun to deceive Ash Night.
Marik: Yeah, it's even easier now that Ash is in Cairo, Egypt.
Yami: (nods head) yep, let Ash see the Pyramids while we mess with the archive! (rubs hands together and laughs sinisterly)
Marik: I never knew that you could be so evil Yami.
Yami: (puts finger to lips) Shhh, no one else knows either now let me continue.
Marik: Okay.
Yami: Neither of us own Yu-Gi-Oh so don't sue and if you are in Egypt, please don't inform Ash that we're doing this. We love to make Ash sweat.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait but I was trying to get more reviews. Nevertheless, I'm impatient and couldn't wait any longer so here's Chapter One: Treason!
Chapter One: Treason!
Time past in the blink of an eye and Marik found himself staring up at the palace of the Pharaoh's five thousand years into the past. Putting the ball away, he looked around in awe at the place. Unlike most buildings he had seen, this one towered over them making them inferior. Taking hold of the gold handle, Marik used his entire strength to crack open the alabaster door wide enough to fit through. Once inside, Marik swept his hand across his forehead to get the sweat from his eyes. So, this is the palace of King Yami.
Magnificent walls are limestone created a blinding white structure for the palace and mighty marble pillars higher than the heavens themselves reached up as massive giants to steady the ceiling of white. Marik felt like he was in a cloud. Black, obsidian jackals guarded the entrance standing as Anubis with his fierce staff of gold and a carpet of crimson took the world out of black and white as it ran unceasing to the two thrones in the back of the room. Staring up, Marik beheld a golden phoenix rising with spread wings on the far wall behind the thrones as a symbol of the gods' praises.
Walking down the carpet, Marik noticed the thrones. One sat higher than the other, this must be the Pharaoh's throne but who's the other one? The Pharaoh's throne was gold with hieroglyphics made of precious gems and paints. On the top of the throne was the cartouche of the Pharaoh; Yami. A pillow as blue as a heron, lay in the center of the throne inviting a weary visitor to rest. Marik shook his head and peered at the slightly shorter one. Maybe this will tell me who sits here. It didn't but it was just as elaborate as the Pharaoh's.
Tearing his gaze from the elegant thrones, Marik spotted a door on the right side of the throne room. Quietly, he made his way there and slid into the next room. He found himself in a dimly lit hall where more hieroglyphics lined the walls. They displayed all the valiant deeds of their Pharaoh's and proudly magnified his love for the people. The people, in turn, reciprocated his love by giving him this splendid palace.
And it will all soon be mine, Marik thought happily as he extracted both the black and the white orb. The orbs glowed softly in his hands and he whisked them back under his cloak.
Walking down the hall, Marik spotted a door where two statues of Ra guarded the entrance. This must be the Pharaoh's room. Gently, he nudged the door open and kept in. Sure enough, it was the Pharaoh's room.
Marik stared in awe at the room. The floors were of the smoothest white marble leading up to walls of thick, white alabaster. A couch of sapphire blue perched against the right wall. It had black cherry wood for its base and two pillows just as crimson. A table made of the finest colored-glass stood a few feet from the couch setting off in a fine display. At the far left, a white basket gave way to two jackals who were sleeping undisturbed and a cat perched itself regally on the balcony outside. Marik smiled, so he likes companions huh?
Then, in the middle, Marik's eyes caught the bed. It was vast, larger than the present day queen-size. A golden chest with hieroglyphics and precious stones inlaid inside sat on the floor at the foot of the bed. The wood of the bed was made of the same kind as the couch. Around the bed was a see-through linen curtain laced with gold and hieroglyphics. Because it was see-through, Marik could see the bed itself and the Pharaoh Yami sleeping in it. The covers were of the finest lambskin, which covered Yami from the waist down. Looking at the Pharaoh, he noticed that around Yami's neck was the Millennium Puzzle attached to a soft golden chain. Marik also noticed that there were golden bands on Yami's arms and wrists. The Pharaoh possessed the same tri-colored, spiky hair as the spirit Yami in his world but it was mussed up from moving in his sleep. He also noticed that Yami's head lay on a white, feather-pillow.
Turning his head, Marik noticed the bust of the Pharaoh's head. Upon it lay the Egyptian crown and a plated collar of gold that would have covered from the base of his neck down to his middle of his breasts. However, it was the Pharaoh's crown that took Marik's breath away. It was perched on the statue's head and stopped at its brow. The ends were made of gold but the crown itself had a stripe pattern with alternating sapphire and gold rows. It bushed out to look menacing and rounded at the top. The back continued the stripe pattern and ended at a gold spiraling tip. On the brow was a bar of gold going across the crown to form the head of its Pharaoh and in the middle two obsidian snakes raised up, one higher than the other. The higher one splayed a magnificent cobra's hood while the other was devoid of a splendid hood. Both had the fiercest garnets for eyes. Those snakes must resemble upper and lower Egypt, Marik thought.
Reaching out to touch the crown, Marik imagined himself wearing it and directing the whole world. I will soon become the Pharaoh. He looked back at the sleeping form of Yami; and nothing you can do will stop me.
Suddenly, a soft knock disturbed the silence and the jackals awoke, barking and whining at the door. Marik hid on the balcony hoping that no one would notice him. Yami opened his eyes lazily and sat up, "Quortan, Jasmin, hush will you. I'm up now, you may enter."
To Marik's surprise, Yami's voice sounded just like the Yami he knew in the present-day. Marik knew that the other Yami was the Pharaoh but it shocked him to hear the resemblance in this older Pharaoh. Still, he watched and waited quietly.
The door opened and a servant dressed in a plain white robe entered carrying a tray of meat, cheese, bread and milk. Yami got out of the bed and sat down on the blue couch. He wore a white linen kilt that seemed plain and ordinary.
Man, he has it good here. Marik gawked. Yami finished eating and then the servants came to bath him and dress him. When Yami came out, Marik could not help but be jealous. He noticed that Yami now wore the traditional crisscrossed kilt but it was blue with a long linen strip that cascaded down to his ankles ending with a line of gold. The kilt was tucked in at Yami's hips under his elaborately decorative belt of sapphire, malachite, garnet and gold with turquoise at the edges. The servants then entered the room with a crimson, gold-speckled cloak and tied it on Yami's right shoulder. Next, the servants fastened the golden collar on Yami and the Pharaoh's crown upon his head, which Marik beheld earlier.
"As usually sire, you look like a god yourself." The servants bowed and left the room.
Moving the cloak to his side, Yami sighed, "Another day of boring king stuff. I was having fun dreaming of a freedom which I could never possess." Quietly, he stepped out of his bedchamber and walked down the hall to the throne room.
"Wow, that's the Pharaoh!" Marik whispered in awe.
Still, Marik remembered why he was here and took out a piece of papyrus from the Pharaoh's desk and, with a quill, wrote a letter to the Captain of the Imperial Guard. Using the Pharaoh's seal, he stamped the approval of it and rushed out of the bedchamber and into the throne room.
People surrounded the throne room unlike the deadness he experienced upon entering the first time. They talked, laughed and danced. On the highest throne perched Yami, the Pharaoh and his guards stood on either side of him. Occasionally, Yami would flick his hand at the air and a person who was in front of him would leave. Once, Yami even yawned but he covered it up with a stately stare at his ceiling.
Sneering, Marik walked up and presented himself to the Pharaoh with an elegant bow, "At last we can finally meet milord Yami, for the first and the last time."
Yami cocked his brow and looked down suspiciously at Marik, "Who are you? And what do you mean?"
Marik straightened himself, "Simple. I have come to warn your people of your wicked deeds."
Everywhere around people started to laugh and finally Yami laughed as well. Then Marik produced the papyrus with the phony letter. The Captain of the Guards took it from Marik and read it. Afterwards, he rolled it up and looked down at his Pharaoh, "It has your seal of approval. However, I never receive such an order."
Fear filled Yami's eyes and he grabbed the papyrus. Reading it over for the twelfth time, Yami let it fall onto his lap and looked up at the Captain, "I do not know what type of rubbish this is but I did not write this. I swear it!"
"How may I believe you milord when the proof is right in front of me and is sealed with your signet?" The Captain replied backing away from his Pharaoh.
"You know me and guarded me since birth. When have I ever threatened the kingdom or my people? I saved us from the Shadow Games for goodness' sake! And you dare to think that I would turn on you now?" Yami jumped up and stood imposingly at the Captain.
The Captain shook his head, "Still, the proof... I can't ignore this..."
A smile crept upon Marik's face. Yes, I can't believe this was so simple. Why didn't I think about traveling into the past and unraveling the cords of Yami's life? This person should have come into my life sooner.
Now, the Captain flicked his hand and the guards, though with hesitation, grabbed Yami's arms behind his back. Yami yelped and declared outrages. However, he was taken out of the room. Illuming over the throne, the Captain addressed the people, "By the hand of this man," He pointed down to Marik, "the Pharaoh Yami has been found guilty of treason against his people and will be beheaded at dawn."
Mixed emotions filled the room as people received the news with both grief and horror. Never, in the history of the people, had a Pharaoh tried to kill them. It was indeed unheard of. The Captain, after declaring the verdict, looked down at Marik and asked, "How can we ever repay you stranger?"
This is my chance; Marik thought and replied, "Simple. Make me your Pharaoh and I swear to you to be loyal and not only will we conquer our enemies but we shall spread victory throughout the entire world!"
Bowing on one knee, the Captain answered, "Very well stranger. You shall be our Pharaoh but please, tell us your name and why you wanted to help us?"
Smiling Marik answered, "My name is Marik Ishtar. I found out King Yami's plan and decided that, as a good citizen of Egypt, I should tell the people. I am loyal to the throne."
Walking down to the dungeons, Marik, now Pharaoh, chuckled to himself; now all I need to do is wait until Yami is killed and then I can trap his soul into this white orb and be rid of him forever. Already he felt the cords of time shattering from their old form and building up a new, everlasting bond. He opened the door of the dungeon and walked to Yami's cell.
The ex-Pharaoh wallowed in the darkness of the cell. He was shackled with irons chains on his neck, ankles and arms. They decided to execute him in his Pharaoh's garb so he would still have his dignity. Still, the fire was gone from his eyes and when he saw Marik, he felt contempt.
"Greetings King Yami." Marik mocked spitting on his rival.
Yami took it and looked up at Marik, "Why did you set me up?"
Marik shrugged his shoulders, "Simple. I wanted to be Pharaoh and since you were too strong to rid in my present, I traveled back through time to destroy you five thousand years ago."
Cocking his brow, Yami asked confused, "What is the meaning by this? What present?"
"I am from five thousand years into the future where your spirit still lives in the body of a boy that looks identical. Duel Monsters still raged and you were the master of it. I could never beat you, therefore, I beat you this way. Now, I'm Pharaoh and you're dead meat." Marik threw back his head and laughed heartily. "See you tomorrow, Pharaoh." With that he left the cell.
Yami moaned, "Someone, anyone, help me.
Morning came to fast to Yami as he was aroused brutally by his guards. They chained him and dragged him outside to the head block. The whole of Egypt was there to witness the execution of a 'traitor!' The closer one there was the new Pharaoh, Marik. They read his crime allowed and then placed his head on the block. The executioner raised his sword.
"By the sun of Ra and the might of Anubis, I will be back to regain what is rightfully mine!" Yami called over the crowd.
Marik flicked his hand across his chest swiftly. The executioner threw down his sword and there was a sickening slice as Yami, the former Pharaoh, and the salvation of the world, fell victim to the blade. His head fell finishing Yami's life forever.
Or was it...
Yami: Sorry for the drop off but I thought it only fair.
Marik: Yes! I'm now Pharaoh and you're dead.
Yami: (glomps Marik) Look, I'm not really dead moron just in the story.
Marik: (rubbing the bump) Hey let me enjoy the feeling just for a moment...
Yami: (arms across chest) Are you over it now?
Marik: Yeah, I am now.
Yami: Well, there you have it, Chapter One: Treason.
Marik: Please give us 3 reviews this time. We really need to know what you think. Oh and flames are accepted if you see fit but it might hurt LOL.
Yami: Just 3 reviews = Chapter Two: Shattered Present.
Marik: This is so cool... I am Pharaoh... I am Pharaoh... (starts chanting wildly and throwing a party)
Yami: (drops to his knees like he's begging) Please, I don't want to be trapped like this with him forever!!!
Marik: (Glances over shoulder) Yep we sure did.
Yami: Good my feet are killing me. (Pulls out a black book) Now, we can continue.
Marik: But we don't have 3 reviews yet?
Yami: That's okay, I want to put more. Who cares if they read it or not. It's just fun to deceive Ash Night.
Marik: Yeah, it's even easier now that Ash is in Cairo, Egypt.
Yami: (nods head) yep, let Ash see the Pyramids while we mess with the archive! (rubs hands together and laughs sinisterly)
Marik: I never knew that you could be so evil Yami.
Yami: (puts finger to lips) Shhh, no one else knows either now let me continue.
Marik: Okay.
Yami: Neither of us own Yu-Gi-Oh so don't sue and if you are in Egypt, please don't inform Ash that we're doing this. We love to make Ash sweat.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait but I was trying to get more reviews. Nevertheless, I'm impatient and couldn't wait any longer so here's Chapter One: Treason!
Chapter One: Treason!
Time past in the blink of an eye and Marik found himself staring up at the palace of the Pharaoh's five thousand years into the past. Putting the ball away, he looked around in awe at the place. Unlike most buildings he had seen, this one towered over them making them inferior. Taking hold of the gold handle, Marik used his entire strength to crack open the alabaster door wide enough to fit through. Once inside, Marik swept his hand across his forehead to get the sweat from his eyes. So, this is the palace of King Yami.
Magnificent walls are limestone created a blinding white structure for the palace and mighty marble pillars higher than the heavens themselves reached up as massive giants to steady the ceiling of white. Marik felt like he was in a cloud. Black, obsidian jackals guarded the entrance standing as Anubis with his fierce staff of gold and a carpet of crimson took the world out of black and white as it ran unceasing to the two thrones in the back of the room. Staring up, Marik beheld a golden phoenix rising with spread wings on the far wall behind the thrones as a symbol of the gods' praises.
Walking down the carpet, Marik noticed the thrones. One sat higher than the other, this must be the Pharaoh's throne but who's the other one? The Pharaoh's throne was gold with hieroglyphics made of precious gems and paints. On the top of the throne was the cartouche of the Pharaoh; Yami. A pillow as blue as a heron, lay in the center of the throne inviting a weary visitor to rest. Marik shook his head and peered at the slightly shorter one. Maybe this will tell me who sits here. It didn't but it was just as elaborate as the Pharaoh's.
Tearing his gaze from the elegant thrones, Marik spotted a door on the right side of the throne room. Quietly, he made his way there and slid into the next room. He found himself in a dimly lit hall where more hieroglyphics lined the walls. They displayed all the valiant deeds of their Pharaoh's and proudly magnified his love for the people. The people, in turn, reciprocated his love by giving him this splendid palace.
And it will all soon be mine, Marik thought happily as he extracted both the black and the white orb. The orbs glowed softly in his hands and he whisked them back under his cloak.
Walking down the hall, Marik spotted a door where two statues of Ra guarded the entrance. This must be the Pharaoh's room. Gently, he nudged the door open and kept in. Sure enough, it was the Pharaoh's room.
Marik stared in awe at the room. The floors were of the smoothest white marble leading up to walls of thick, white alabaster. A couch of sapphire blue perched against the right wall. It had black cherry wood for its base and two pillows just as crimson. A table made of the finest colored-glass stood a few feet from the couch setting off in a fine display. At the far left, a white basket gave way to two jackals who were sleeping undisturbed and a cat perched itself regally on the balcony outside. Marik smiled, so he likes companions huh?
Then, in the middle, Marik's eyes caught the bed. It was vast, larger than the present day queen-size. A golden chest with hieroglyphics and precious stones inlaid inside sat on the floor at the foot of the bed. The wood of the bed was made of the same kind as the couch. Around the bed was a see-through linen curtain laced with gold and hieroglyphics. Because it was see-through, Marik could see the bed itself and the Pharaoh Yami sleeping in it. The covers were of the finest lambskin, which covered Yami from the waist down. Looking at the Pharaoh, he noticed that around Yami's neck was the Millennium Puzzle attached to a soft golden chain. Marik also noticed that there were golden bands on Yami's arms and wrists. The Pharaoh possessed the same tri-colored, spiky hair as the spirit Yami in his world but it was mussed up from moving in his sleep. He also noticed that Yami's head lay on a white, feather-pillow.
Turning his head, Marik noticed the bust of the Pharaoh's head. Upon it lay the Egyptian crown and a plated collar of gold that would have covered from the base of his neck down to his middle of his breasts. However, it was the Pharaoh's crown that took Marik's breath away. It was perched on the statue's head and stopped at its brow. The ends were made of gold but the crown itself had a stripe pattern with alternating sapphire and gold rows. It bushed out to look menacing and rounded at the top. The back continued the stripe pattern and ended at a gold spiraling tip. On the brow was a bar of gold going across the crown to form the head of its Pharaoh and in the middle two obsidian snakes raised up, one higher than the other. The higher one splayed a magnificent cobra's hood while the other was devoid of a splendid hood. Both had the fiercest garnets for eyes. Those snakes must resemble upper and lower Egypt, Marik thought.
Reaching out to touch the crown, Marik imagined himself wearing it and directing the whole world. I will soon become the Pharaoh. He looked back at the sleeping form of Yami; and nothing you can do will stop me.
Suddenly, a soft knock disturbed the silence and the jackals awoke, barking and whining at the door. Marik hid on the balcony hoping that no one would notice him. Yami opened his eyes lazily and sat up, "Quortan, Jasmin, hush will you. I'm up now, you may enter."
To Marik's surprise, Yami's voice sounded just like the Yami he knew in the present-day. Marik knew that the other Yami was the Pharaoh but it shocked him to hear the resemblance in this older Pharaoh. Still, he watched and waited quietly.
The door opened and a servant dressed in a plain white robe entered carrying a tray of meat, cheese, bread and milk. Yami got out of the bed and sat down on the blue couch. He wore a white linen kilt that seemed plain and ordinary.
Man, he has it good here. Marik gawked. Yami finished eating and then the servants came to bath him and dress him. When Yami came out, Marik could not help but be jealous. He noticed that Yami now wore the traditional crisscrossed kilt but it was blue with a long linen strip that cascaded down to his ankles ending with a line of gold. The kilt was tucked in at Yami's hips under his elaborately decorative belt of sapphire, malachite, garnet and gold with turquoise at the edges. The servants then entered the room with a crimson, gold-speckled cloak and tied it on Yami's right shoulder. Next, the servants fastened the golden collar on Yami and the Pharaoh's crown upon his head, which Marik beheld earlier.
"As usually sire, you look like a god yourself." The servants bowed and left the room.
Moving the cloak to his side, Yami sighed, "Another day of boring king stuff. I was having fun dreaming of a freedom which I could never possess." Quietly, he stepped out of his bedchamber and walked down the hall to the throne room.
"Wow, that's the Pharaoh!" Marik whispered in awe.
Still, Marik remembered why he was here and took out a piece of papyrus from the Pharaoh's desk and, with a quill, wrote a letter to the Captain of the Imperial Guard. Using the Pharaoh's seal, he stamped the approval of it and rushed out of the bedchamber and into the throne room.
People surrounded the throne room unlike the deadness he experienced upon entering the first time. They talked, laughed and danced. On the highest throne perched Yami, the Pharaoh and his guards stood on either side of him. Occasionally, Yami would flick his hand at the air and a person who was in front of him would leave. Once, Yami even yawned but he covered it up with a stately stare at his ceiling.
Sneering, Marik walked up and presented himself to the Pharaoh with an elegant bow, "At last we can finally meet milord Yami, for the first and the last time."
Yami cocked his brow and looked down suspiciously at Marik, "Who are you? And what do you mean?"
Marik straightened himself, "Simple. I have come to warn your people of your wicked deeds."
Everywhere around people started to laugh and finally Yami laughed as well. Then Marik produced the papyrus with the phony letter. The Captain of the Guards took it from Marik and read it. Afterwards, he rolled it up and looked down at his Pharaoh, "It has your seal of approval. However, I never receive such an order."
Fear filled Yami's eyes and he grabbed the papyrus. Reading it over for the twelfth time, Yami let it fall onto his lap and looked up at the Captain, "I do not know what type of rubbish this is but I did not write this. I swear it!"
"How may I believe you milord when the proof is right in front of me and is sealed with your signet?" The Captain replied backing away from his Pharaoh.
"You know me and guarded me since birth. When have I ever threatened the kingdom or my people? I saved us from the Shadow Games for goodness' sake! And you dare to think that I would turn on you now?" Yami jumped up and stood imposingly at the Captain.
The Captain shook his head, "Still, the proof... I can't ignore this..."
A smile crept upon Marik's face. Yes, I can't believe this was so simple. Why didn't I think about traveling into the past and unraveling the cords of Yami's life? This person should have come into my life sooner.
Now, the Captain flicked his hand and the guards, though with hesitation, grabbed Yami's arms behind his back. Yami yelped and declared outrages. However, he was taken out of the room. Illuming over the throne, the Captain addressed the people, "By the hand of this man," He pointed down to Marik, "the Pharaoh Yami has been found guilty of treason against his people and will be beheaded at dawn."
Mixed emotions filled the room as people received the news with both grief and horror. Never, in the history of the people, had a Pharaoh tried to kill them. It was indeed unheard of. The Captain, after declaring the verdict, looked down at Marik and asked, "How can we ever repay you stranger?"
This is my chance; Marik thought and replied, "Simple. Make me your Pharaoh and I swear to you to be loyal and not only will we conquer our enemies but we shall spread victory throughout the entire world!"
Bowing on one knee, the Captain answered, "Very well stranger. You shall be our Pharaoh but please, tell us your name and why you wanted to help us?"
Smiling Marik answered, "My name is Marik Ishtar. I found out King Yami's plan and decided that, as a good citizen of Egypt, I should tell the people. I am loyal to the throne."
Walking down to the dungeons, Marik, now Pharaoh, chuckled to himself; now all I need to do is wait until Yami is killed and then I can trap his soul into this white orb and be rid of him forever. Already he felt the cords of time shattering from their old form and building up a new, everlasting bond. He opened the door of the dungeon and walked to Yami's cell.
The ex-Pharaoh wallowed in the darkness of the cell. He was shackled with irons chains on his neck, ankles and arms. They decided to execute him in his Pharaoh's garb so he would still have his dignity. Still, the fire was gone from his eyes and when he saw Marik, he felt contempt.
"Greetings King Yami." Marik mocked spitting on his rival.
Yami took it and looked up at Marik, "Why did you set me up?"
Marik shrugged his shoulders, "Simple. I wanted to be Pharaoh and since you were too strong to rid in my present, I traveled back through time to destroy you five thousand years ago."
Cocking his brow, Yami asked confused, "What is the meaning by this? What present?"
"I am from five thousand years into the future where your spirit still lives in the body of a boy that looks identical. Duel Monsters still raged and you were the master of it. I could never beat you, therefore, I beat you this way. Now, I'm Pharaoh and you're dead meat." Marik threw back his head and laughed heartily. "See you tomorrow, Pharaoh." With that he left the cell.
Yami moaned, "Someone, anyone, help me.
Morning came to fast to Yami as he was aroused brutally by his guards. They chained him and dragged him outside to the head block. The whole of Egypt was there to witness the execution of a 'traitor!' The closer one there was the new Pharaoh, Marik. They read his crime allowed and then placed his head on the block. The executioner raised his sword.
"By the sun of Ra and the might of Anubis, I will be back to regain what is rightfully mine!" Yami called over the crowd.
Marik flicked his hand across his chest swiftly. The executioner threw down his sword and there was a sickening slice as Yami, the former Pharaoh, and the salvation of the world, fell victim to the blade. His head fell finishing Yami's life forever.
Or was it...
Yami: Sorry for the drop off but I thought it only fair.
Marik: Yes! I'm now Pharaoh and you're dead.
Yami: (glomps Marik) Look, I'm not really dead moron just in the story.
Marik: (rubbing the bump) Hey let me enjoy the feeling just for a moment...
Yami: (arms across chest) Are you over it now?
Marik: Yeah, I am now.
Yami: Well, there you have it, Chapter One: Treason.
Marik: Please give us 3 reviews this time. We really need to know what you think. Oh and flames are accepted if you see fit but it might hurt LOL.
Yami: Just 3 reviews = Chapter Two: Shattered Present.
Marik: This is so cool... I am Pharaoh... I am Pharaoh... (starts chanting wildly and throwing a party)
Yami: (drops to his knees like he's begging) Please, I don't want to be trapped like this with him forever!!!