Me: erm, so sorry for the delay in updates, but I had to write another story for English class, and that took a good (2) weeks to do (without any input into these fics! ^^;;) Gomen!!! At least I'm trying to update every week...
Angela: She's not even /finished/ it yet.... (at the time of author's note writing)
'Leanne: *rolls eyes* yeah...whatever...
Me: Don't you think I'm doing better?
Ryou: ^^ of course you are! 'Leanne is just being weird, that's all.
Me: ooh, arigato, Ryou-kun! Well, at least that's one person that likes me... *sticks tongue out at 'Leanne* :Þ
Angela: I like you too!!!!!!!!!
Me: *backs away in fear* freak.....
Angela: *puppy-dog face* ... meanie....
Disclaimer: *walks in dressed in a black suit and glasses* Miss, I believe you don't have the proper authority to be using Kazuki Takahashi's characters out of the anime: Yu-Gi-Oh!. I am here to confiscate your means of writing these stupid and pointless plots-
Warning: *whacks Disclaimer with a frying pan the size of a small table* Goddamnit! So annoying... _ ANYwho... In this chapter, shonen-ai (finally), and possible yaoi. Don't count on it, though. Don't like? Don't read.
Me: *pumps fist in air* you tell them, Warning! \^-^ And by the way, ane-san means sister.
*
A blonde-haired Egyptian sat on a rumpled bed sheet, fingers intertwined and head dropped out of sight between his tanned arms. "Why did it have to be now..?"
An effervescent drop fell from the corner of his scarred eye to the carpeted floor.
"Why /him/?" He bit his lip harshly to stop his screaming from reaching the far reaches of the world. "Why ME?!"
The young teen heard the front door to his small house creak close. Whoever it was apparently didn't want anyone else to know they were there; otherwise they wouldn't bother to hush their already soft footfalls. He gulped, but raised his head to glare intently at the shut sunroom door.
"Ane-san? Th-that you..?" He tried his best to calm his hiccupping.
The partly-glass door shadowed a hand reaching for the silvergold knob.
*
"All passengers please fasten your seatbelts. We are approaching the Memphis International Airport, and will be landing soon..." was all the group caught before it turned into Arabic to relay the same message. Not that any of them could speak Arabic.
"Bakura...Bakura, it's time to get off now." Ryou poked his yami several times in the head before the sleepy spirit would show any signs of life.
"Nuh...not yet..." He rolled over to face away from his lighter half.
Now Ryou was getting inpatient. "And you called /me/ tired yesterday." He rested his palms on the warm shoulders of his other half and sighed. "C'mon, do you want to go back to India?" This seemed to stir Bakura slightly. Probably at the recollections of all the Cajun food he disliked so.
Yuugi in the set behind them had already gotten up and was waiting in the aisle for the albino couple. Even though it was hard to get the young prince of games irritated, now was one of those rare times.
A stray bang fell over his forehead. Yuugi's temple flexed. "Ryou...will you get him up, now??" He was trying his best to keep to a low voice. Low meaning not screaming but loud enough so that the rest of the remaining passengers could hear perfectly fine. A few turned heads, but they all stayed silent.
Ryou raised his eyebrows at his friend's unusual tone. Freakishly like Yami's, actually. "I'm trying Yuugi-kun." An evil grin spread across his normally passive face. "Unless, of course, you wanted to try..."
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Ryou was shoved somewhat violently out of the way and Yuugi took over.
The teen leaned over the sleeping Egyptian and held his mouth close to Bakura's ear. "Bakura..." The albino shuddered at the tickle, but did nothing else. He took a breath. "WAKE UP NOW, DAMNIT!!"
"AH!" Bakura jumped, knocking Yuugi off his awkwardly placed feet. "I'm up already!"
"Took you long enough..." muttered Ryou as he stood up and started to walk towards the exit. Yuugi joined him shortly after followed by a yawning theif.
Directly after entering the foreign airport, they all made gangway for the nearest snack concession stand that had things other than Arabic munchies and just plain, wholesome, BBQ chips. Yuugi whipped out the international credit card his Jii-san had given him before leaving and paid. Soon nothing was heard to the group outside of the crinkling of their bags being torn viciously open.
Bakura casually leaned over towards his hikari and clasped their hands together, still munching on his breakfast. Ryou smiled subconsciously and shook his hair to remove all the wrinkles and frizz created on the plane. "Bakura, was anybody supposed to meet us here? I mean, where are we supposed to go now?"
He shoved another chip inside his mouth. "I don't know, Ryou. You were the one who made all the plans, not me. I didn't talk to Malik on the phone. How should I know?" Yuugi rolled his eyes. They were here now, like Malik wanted them to be, and they didn't know where they were going? He sighed deeply. Oh well. Things were going a bit better than before, anyway, no matter how negatively he looked at it. Hey, Malik needed them, didn't he? So they should be glad they could help out.
It was about then that a girl's figure came bounding towards them, dressed in a /very/ short skirt and white tee, hat flying off her brownish-red hair. "Hey guys! I'm here to get you!" All three of the guys looked up. "Why the long faces? At least I remembered!" Bakura sweatdropped slightly. Was she Shinu? Looked, but certainly didn't act like her...
Ryou stood up and bowed. "My name's Bakura Ryou-"
"Yes, yes. I've heard a lot about you, Ryou. Bakura talks about you a lot. Or so I hear, anyway. Has he told you about me? Well it doesn't matter, I'll tell you myself. No interruptions, all right?" Ryou's eyes went wide. Did this girl even need to breathe? She talked so much. "Being Japanese and all, I guess you already know that my name means 'to die again', but it's quite literal, I'll tell you. And that shouldn't be too hard to accept. You have a 3000-year old lover, after all." Ryou blushed. "Well, that's about all you should know for now. Let's get out of here." Shinu grabbed both Ryou and Bakura's hands and nodded her head somewhat jerkily, signaling Yuugi to follow her out of the airport.
No one had the nerve to disobey her, and followed quietly, a bit freaked out by her excessive talking. When they exited the crowded airport, Shinu stopped, looked around and picking out a definite direction, started to stride away from the souvenir shop.
"Uhh, miss? Are we going to see Malik soon?" Ryou asked as he got pulled along semi-against his will.
She seemed to falter a bit but kept on walking towards wherever she was taking them. "Not yet, hun. It's gunna be awhile before we get to meet up with him again. He's got some, uhh, stuff to do around town first."
"Oh...okay..."
Yuugi frowned. something here wasn't right... Malik asks them to come to his homeland ASAP, and he's too busy when they do arrive? That just didn't seem like something he'd do, pushing them aside when he seemed to need their help direly... He shook his head and decided that it probably didn't mean much.
Shinu stopped again, held up one forefinger and made a grunt-like noise. "Oh! Since we have a bit of time on our hands, why not go see the pyramid close by? It's always a neat site. I've actually never been inside myself."
Bakura snuffed and Yuugi looked at the ground.
"Well, I guess... How long do you thin Malik will be, anyway?" Ryou spoke up for the rest of the group.
"All I know, kid, that he told me that he'll be busy for awhile and he's sorry he couldn't see you sooner." She rolled her shoulders and closed her eyes lightly, giving her a more mysterious look, like her old self. "I just thought we could do something while we're waiting..."
Bakura clucked his tongue. She was acting more like her old self now. //I don't trust her, Ryou. I don't think we should go.//
/Hum? Really? Well, you know her better, I guess./
//...// Bakura remained quite. Did he really still know her? 'She's so different now...'
/Well, she hasn't done anything yet, so just be on your guard, all right? Let's follow her for now./ Ryou grumbled as a piece of sand blew into his eye. /Don't worry. I trust you./
//...Thanks...// Bakura found his hand looking for his hikari's and when he did, he wished he would never have to let go.
*
"Whose there?" Malik repeated again. 'It's just ane-san...it's just ane-san...' he kept telling himself over and over. He wouldn't let himself think anything else, because if he did, he knew his mind would think of the worst-case scenario: Marik.
/Click./ The foggy glass door swung open and revealed a tall man wearing a turban and sandy robe standing in the doorway still clasping the handle, staring down at him. "The time is coming, son of Maliku-sama. It falls not on my line of duty, but yours. Prepare yourself." And just like that, the man in the turban was gone.
'I've...I've seen him before.'
"The time..." the Egyptian gasped loudly. Of course! It had to have something to do with Marik! And if it had something to do with him, it had something to do with Bakura and Ryou. "I've got to help them."
So he dashed out of the tiny sunroom, silently thanking both Ra and the turbaned man.
*
Me: REALLY wanted to get this out before everyone out there killed me (gomen!!), so I cut it a bit short. I didn't mean to! Really! I just had a /teensy/ bit of something more evil than homework itself: Writer's Block! Ah! Death to Block! Die die!! *throws rocks at massive wall teetering overhead*
'Leanne: ...she's lost it...
Shinu: yup...
Ryou: *is in another part of the Universe, totally oblivious to everyone else's antics* R/R mina-san! Ja!
Angela: She's not even /finished/ it yet.... (at the time of author's note writing)
'Leanne: *rolls eyes* yeah...whatever...
Me: Don't you think I'm doing better?
Ryou: ^^ of course you are! 'Leanne is just being weird, that's all.
Me: ooh, arigato, Ryou-kun! Well, at least that's one person that likes me... *sticks tongue out at 'Leanne* :Þ
Angela: I like you too!!!!!!!!!
Me: *backs away in fear* freak.....
Angela: *puppy-dog face* ... meanie....
Disclaimer: *walks in dressed in a black suit and glasses* Miss, I believe you don't have the proper authority to be using Kazuki Takahashi's characters out of the anime: Yu-Gi-Oh!. I am here to confiscate your means of writing these stupid and pointless plots-
Warning: *whacks Disclaimer with a frying pan the size of a small table* Goddamnit! So annoying... _ ANYwho... In this chapter, shonen-ai (finally), and possible yaoi. Don't count on it, though. Don't like? Don't read.
Me: *pumps fist in air* you tell them, Warning! \^-^ And by the way, ane-san means sister.
*
A blonde-haired Egyptian sat on a rumpled bed sheet, fingers intertwined and head dropped out of sight between his tanned arms. "Why did it have to be now..?"
An effervescent drop fell from the corner of his scarred eye to the carpeted floor.
"Why /him/?" He bit his lip harshly to stop his screaming from reaching the far reaches of the world. "Why ME?!"
The young teen heard the front door to his small house creak close. Whoever it was apparently didn't want anyone else to know they were there; otherwise they wouldn't bother to hush their already soft footfalls. He gulped, but raised his head to glare intently at the shut sunroom door.
"Ane-san? Th-that you..?" He tried his best to calm his hiccupping.
The partly-glass door shadowed a hand reaching for the silvergold knob.
*
"All passengers please fasten your seatbelts. We are approaching the Memphis International Airport, and will be landing soon..." was all the group caught before it turned into Arabic to relay the same message. Not that any of them could speak Arabic.
"Bakura...Bakura, it's time to get off now." Ryou poked his yami several times in the head before the sleepy spirit would show any signs of life.
"Nuh...not yet..." He rolled over to face away from his lighter half.
Now Ryou was getting inpatient. "And you called /me/ tired yesterday." He rested his palms on the warm shoulders of his other half and sighed. "C'mon, do you want to go back to India?" This seemed to stir Bakura slightly. Probably at the recollections of all the Cajun food he disliked so.
Yuugi in the set behind them had already gotten up and was waiting in the aisle for the albino couple. Even though it was hard to get the young prince of games irritated, now was one of those rare times.
A stray bang fell over his forehead. Yuugi's temple flexed. "Ryou...will you get him up, now??" He was trying his best to keep to a low voice. Low meaning not screaming but loud enough so that the rest of the remaining passengers could hear perfectly fine. A few turned heads, but they all stayed silent.
Ryou raised his eyebrows at his friend's unusual tone. Freakishly like Yami's, actually. "I'm trying Yuugi-kun." An evil grin spread across his normally passive face. "Unless, of course, you wanted to try..."
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Ryou was shoved somewhat violently out of the way and Yuugi took over.
The teen leaned over the sleeping Egyptian and held his mouth close to Bakura's ear. "Bakura..." The albino shuddered at the tickle, but did nothing else. He took a breath. "WAKE UP NOW, DAMNIT!!"
"AH!" Bakura jumped, knocking Yuugi off his awkwardly placed feet. "I'm up already!"
"Took you long enough..." muttered Ryou as he stood up and started to walk towards the exit. Yuugi joined him shortly after followed by a yawning theif.
Directly after entering the foreign airport, they all made gangway for the nearest snack concession stand that had things other than Arabic munchies and just plain, wholesome, BBQ chips. Yuugi whipped out the international credit card his Jii-san had given him before leaving and paid. Soon nothing was heard to the group outside of the crinkling of their bags being torn viciously open.
Bakura casually leaned over towards his hikari and clasped their hands together, still munching on his breakfast. Ryou smiled subconsciously and shook his hair to remove all the wrinkles and frizz created on the plane. "Bakura, was anybody supposed to meet us here? I mean, where are we supposed to go now?"
He shoved another chip inside his mouth. "I don't know, Ryou. You were the one who made all the plans, not me. I didn't talk to Malik on the phone. How should I know?" Yuugi rolled his eyes. They were here now, like Malik wanted them to be, and they didn't know where they were going? He sighed deeply. Oh well. Things were going a bit better than before, anyway, no matter how negatively he looked at it. Hey, Malik needed them, didn't he? So they should be glad they could help out.
It was about then that a girl's figure came bounding towards them, dressed in a /very/ short skirt and white tee, hat flying off her brownish-red hair. "Hey guys! I'm here to get you!" All three of the guys looked up. "Why the long faces? At least I remembered!" Bakura sweatdropped slightly. Was she Shinu? Looked, but certainly didn't act like her...
Ryou stood up and bowed. "My name's Bakura Ryou-"
"Yes, yes. I've heard a lot about you, Ryou. Bakura talks about you a lot. Or so I hear, anyway. Has he told you about me? Well it doesn't matter, I'll tell you myself. No interruptions, all right?" Ryou's eyes went wide. Did this girl even need to breathe? She talked so much. "Being Japanese and all, I guess you already know that my name means 'to die again', but it's quite literal, I'll tell you. And that shouldn't be too hard to accept. You have a 3000-year old lover, after all." Ryou blushed. "Well, that's about all you should know for now. Let's get out of here." Shinu grabbed both Ryou and Bakura's hands and nodded her head somewhat jerkily, signaling Yuugi to follow her out of the airport.
No one had the nerve to disobey her, and followed quietly, a bit freaked out by her excessive talking. When they exited the crowded airport, Shinu stopped, looked around and picking out a definite direction, started to stride away from the souvenir shop.
"Uhh, miss? Are we going to see Malik soon?" Ryou asked as he got pulled along semi-against his will.
She seemed to falter a bit but kept on walking towards wherever she was taking them. "Not yet, hun. It's gunna be awhile before we get to meet up with him again. He's got some, uhh, stuff to do around town first."
"Oh...okay..."
Yuugi frowned. something here wasn't right... Malik asks them to come to his homeland ASAP, and he's too busy when they do arrive? That just didn't seem like something he'd do, pushing them aside when he seemed to need their help direly... He shook his head and decided that it probably didn't mean much.
Shinu stopped again, held up one forefinger and made a grunt-like noise. "Oh! Since we have a bit of time on our hands, why not go see the pyramid close by? It's always a neat site. I've actually never been inside myself."
Bakura snuffed and Yuugi looked at the ground.
"Well, I guess... How long do you thin Malik will be, anyway?" Ryou spoke up for the rest of the group.
"All I know, kid, that he told me that he'll be busy for awhile and he's sorry he couldn't see you sooner." She rolled her shoulders and closed her eyes lightly, giving her a more mysterious look, like her old self. "I just thought we could do something while we're waiting..."
Bakura clucked his tongue. She was acting more like her old self now. //I don't trust her, Ryou. I don't think we should go.//
/Hum? Really? Well, you know her better, I guess./
//...// Bakura remained quite. Did he really still know her? 'She's so different now...'
/Well, she hasn't done anything yet, so just be on your guard, all right? Let's follow her for now./ Ryou grumbled as a piece of sand blew into his eye. /Don't worry. I trust you./
//...Thanks...// Bakura found his hand looking for his hikari's and when he did, he wished he would never have to let go.
*
"Whose there?" Malik repeated again. 'It's just ane-san...it's just ane-san...' he kept telling himself over and over. He wouldn't let himself think anything else, because if he did, he knew his mind would think of the worst-case scenario: Marik.
/Click./ The foggy glass door swung open and revealed a tall man wearing a turban and sandy robe standing in the doorway still clasping the handle, staring down at him. "The time is coming, son of Maliku-sama. It falls not on my line of duty, but yours. Prepare yourself." And just like that, the man in the turban was gone.
'I've...I've seen him before.'
"The time..." the Egyptian gasped loudly. Of course! It had to have something to do with Marik! And if it had something to do with him, it had something to do with Bakura and Ryou. "I've got to help them."
So he dashed out of the tiny sunroom, silently thanking both Ra and the turbaned man.
*
Me: REALLY wanted to get this out before everyone out there killed me (gomen!!), so I cut it a bit short. I didn't mean to! Really! I just had a /teensy/ bit of something more evil than homework itself: Writer's Block! Ah! Death to Block! Die die!! *throws rocks at massive wall teetering overhead*
'Leanne: ...she's lost it...
Shinu: yup...
Ryou: *is in another part of the Universe, totally oblivious to everyone else's antics* R/R mina-san! Ja!