Me: wow! Awesome! Amazing! If you don't know why I'm so hyped, you should probably go back a couple of chapters to the author's note there, and you'll find that this is, yes, the moment you've all been waiting for...the last chapter!!!! XD Sugoi, ne?!
Shinu: wait, you mean that this will be the last time I make a public appearance? (considering I never /did/ get that part in Kept in the Dark...) nooo!!
Me: '-' um, maybe... (shifty eyes) eh heh...
Shinu: no way! You suck! Die, die!!! (gets out Bakura's faithful flamethrower and chases Erin-chan around the room)
Me: ahhh! XC (gets out yami's faithful katana) hya! Take me on melee style!! C'mon!
Shinu and Me: (condenses into a wild dust cloud with random limbs sticking out, a flame or two here and there, sometimes a sword or scream)
Everyone else in Erin-chan's room: (gargantuan sweatdrop)
'Leanne: all righty then... Ah! (smacks fist in palm) Guess what my hikari just (finally) received?! The Gravitation Best Collection Soundtrack!! Yeah!!! XD XD It took nearly three weeks to get here because we got it over EBay, and the seller lived in the United States... :P Yeah! Shuichi and Ryuichi have so many awesome songs! :D Just got the 8th issue of same-said manga, too! XD I'm serious, everything is going my way!
Me: (sends 'Leanne evil glare) You do know both of those are mine, correct?
'Leanne: :P yeah, yeah...
Warning: well! Anyways, since the fic does have to get along eventually, because this will be an immensely long chapter in order to tie everything up, and Erin-chan feels like she owes the readers for not updating for so long... (rolls eyes) So! Probably violence. Ooo, scary. Yaoi! No, actually Erin-chan would like for this story /not/ to be deleted. Sorry any hentai fans, but none here... Oh yes...and character death. Ehe he he... (spoiler! spoiler!)
Disclaimer: Ah hah hah hah!! Finally! This parody of Yu-Gi-Oh! will finally be over! Muah ha ha! I prevail!! XD Nyah ha ha, and she still doesn't own anime! Ah ha ha ha!!
Warning: (vein pok) (knocks out the Disclaimer with Frying Pan Of Doom)
"No, it's just up a little further, past the last torch."
Now that they were in the very heart of the ancient burial site, its magick was growing to its climax. The mind-effecting enchantments had not yet reached Bakura, nor Yuugi, and Mae had previously put up mental barriers. But its aura alone was creating waves; pulses that they could all feel run through their heart. Physically, it was creating somewhat of a draft, and Shinu and Bakura's long hair started to float around.
When all had reached the final everlasting torch, Shinu slowed down and rested her cold hand on the even colder sandstone.
She took a deep breath. Now was the time to spill everything.
"Bakura, Yuugi-kun. I think there's something else I may have to tell you before we open the last door." Bakura glowered. He knew it! This was all a trap, despite Shinu's little 'confession' thing- "No, well...it was." Shinu had interrupted his thought. "You see, Marik and I-"
Yuugi jumped. "So you really were in a real alliance with him?! Mae-san!"
The interruptions were beginning to bother her. "Look, twerp. If you want to walk in there, without knowing what may jump out at you, be my guest. However, if you'd like to save your puny self, I suggest you listen."
He gulped, but shut up anyway.
Mae started with a detailed past concerning the first years in Egypt, for Yuugi's sake. She told of the note, and the cave. The raids, then finally, Bakura's betrayal. Shinu only mentioned this in passing, though, because she had temporarily forgotten what it was exactly, and she hated sounding dumb.
After explaining the first formation of their plan, which was both juvenile and sketchy, it came to the point in time when Bakura had gone and got himself sealed into a Sennen item; totally unexpected by anyone. The priest and Pharaoh, Bakura, Shinu and Marik...
But that had also triggered the start of a long and detailed process: The Turning.
Now, no one was very clear on what this 'Turning' thing was, but everyone that acknowledged its coming, feared it in some way. These particular people, though, had not included Bakura. He was, after all, the beginning of it.
What little is known, was that it had unravelled the very second the first soul was sealed away, and wouldn't stop until the last soul had been returned. To its original body, that is. Or at least a shadow of whom they used to be. That meant that every reincarnation would be permanently pushed out of control of their own bodies, and the incarnations would take over, permanently.
When Shinu finished her speech, both Bakura and Yuugi were equally mortified. After all, they would both be affected in the end.
"Well...how do we stop it? When will it happen? Why..." Yuugi was choking up. "Why did it start in the first place?!"
Mae just shrugged. She had told them everything that she knew. There was no turning back for her now.
"It will never end, Yuugi." Bakura said dangerously softly. "Mae has been reincarnated so many times, and she would have to be returned to all of her previous bodies. Unfortunately-" he growled. "This isn't possible because for it to stop, she would have to be in all of her bodies at once."
This twist had also dawned on the subject. "And that, in itself is impossible because if I went from one body to the next, even if they all still existed, it would require reincarnation into it."
Then the most unsuspecting idea came to the least expected person.
"Mae...." Yuugi had an unusually dark tone interlaced with his voice. "If your soul wasn't intact, then this thing wouldn't have a soul to replace anyway, right?"
He was implying that if Shinu destroyed her very soul, it would put a halt to the seemingly endless cycle.
"Yes, Yuugi. That's correct." Mae had her face shadowed again. No one would want to tear their soul apart for any reason, but the guilt slowly being dumped on her head was increasing rapidly.
"We should head into the King's Chamber. We've been stalling for too long now." Bakura stated. And it was true. Marik could have completed any number of nasties on his hikari.
They nodded their agreement, and the door opened itself silently, as if it had listened to everything they had said, and was permitting them to continue through its corridors.
)--(
"Dark Magick Attack! Ah ha ha, want to go for best twenty-six out of fifty-one, Kaiba?" Now Yami was just rubbing it in. He had whipped Seto so many times in a row; it was becoming more amusing than challenging.
"You just wait until I get a hold of my spares, Yuugi! And I /will/ win next time!" Kaiba found himself on the floor of his jet, spurting random and very flimsy excuses of why he didn't win. Yami just shrugged innocently, and finally noticed that they were currently flying over his, and philosophically Kaiba's, homeland: Cairo, Egypt.
The plane came to a standstill, and the both of them stepped out into the infamous Egyptian heat. Yami was stunned at the sight of his mortal birthplace changed so much; yet kept his mouth shut and pride upheld.
They left the runway and headed into the same foyer Yuugi-tachi had arrived in. What first met their eyes however, was not what the former group had seen.
There were two Japanese girls sitting on a bench, one of which Yami thought he recognized from Yuugi's science class, playing duel monsters.
"Ah ha ha! Remove two monsters: Royal Magical Library and Skull Knight #2 from play to special summon Chaos Sorcerer!! Muah ha ha! Feel my wrath..." So said the one that Yami didn't know.
"Oh yeah? Activate Needle Ceiling in response! There, I killed your Chaos Sorcerer along with your measly Big Eye and Archfiend soldier!"
"Perhaps, but you killed your Guardian Angel Joan. Nyah..." The Chaos Sorcerer's master pulled on her eyelid. The one from his hikari's class was looking through her hand. There was no way Yami could have resisted this on his life.
In fact, the ex-pharaoh walked right up to the pair and surveyed the field. "Hey there. You duellists?"
The schoolgirl looked up. "Yeah. You Japanese? Wait a sec..you're from my class, aren't you. What are you doing in Egypt, Yuugi?" Now Yami noticed she was wearing an off-white trench coat, pitch-black leggings over which was very short, well, shorts. Plus many chains, a crimson shirt, black fingerless gloves, some bracelets, etc... The other one was wearing sleeves attached to naught but her bare arms, a black shirt with a pink triangle v-neck, and jeans adorned also with many chains. Both of them had their hair cropped short and shaved in the back.
Yami answered her question with a bit of avoidance, deliberately tip-toeing away from a long conversation because he had noticed Kaiba getting impatient.
"Well, whenever you get back, then. See ya later, Yuugi!" He sweatdropped. Why was it that no one noticed the difference between them? Like, it was as clear as night and day! Yami sighed. Oh well.
When the shorter one shuffled back over to his partner for the time being, the look Kaiba gave him was physically painful. "Let's find us some hotel to spend the night in. I'm generally opposed to sleep in an airport, Yuugi," in his usual icy tone.
)--(
Walking through the door to the King's Chamber was taking a bit longer than expected. It apparently had a twisting hall that spun back and forth, but eventually ended abruptly.
Marik was the first one to notice he presence of the others. The presence of Shinu: his careless accomplice. Or so he thought anyway.
"Nice of you to pop in, Bakura. Like the decor I chose? Ryou is a very pretty centerpiece, if I do say so myself." Now it was the aforementioned yami to notice the other's stature leaning over the bloody boy. And no, he was not happy in the very least.
As soon as Ryou had heard Marik start talking to who seemed to be Bakura, he attempted to attract his attention by yelling. Unfortunately he had forgotten that the barbed wire around his neck had flooded his throat with blood, and instead, violently hacked up a good amount of the viscous fluid. Tears had found their way down his cheeks once again.
Yuugi and Mae were at a loss for words, and stepped aside when Bakura barged in ahead of them, rushing to his light's aid.
"Shit... Ryou!" The albino thief collapsed to his knees and immediately grasped his love's tied-down hand tightly in his own.
Marik, being the bastard he is, growled in repulsion. "Are you going to squat there all day, Bakura?"
The pharaoh's incarnation tried to go to his crippled friend's side as well, but Shinu held him back. "Now is not the time, Yuugi," she whispered.
"Was that a challenge..?" Bakura had his eyes shadowed and rose to his feet, much to the malcontent of Ryou. "Are you seriously standing there, arms slack, eyes watching this all with sadistic delight, challenging ME to a fight?" His husky voice was dangerously low, as if warning Marik to high tail it before Bakura had the chance to advance on his sorry ass.
"You...are you saying that I shouldn't? What do I have to be afraid of? A lover that can't even stop his hikari from being tied down like a rag doll?"
But this really did have the opposite effect intended. Bakura being Bakura, ignored this accusation with complete professionalism and took a step closer to his newest victim. Did he say six pieces before? Better make that twenty.
From Shinu's perspective, however, this was an entirely different situation. For one thing she, unlike Bakura, knew he wasn't invincible. Marik was a huge threat, especially if he had mastered the art of Shadow Magick, which it seemed so from his earlier performance concerning his astral projection. The most deadly assault available to Magickers: a wave of pure negative energy. And Marik's energy was pretty much completely negative, considering he was his host's rage bottled up and turned physical. That made Marik basically the incarnation of chaos and anger. Great...
And that's about when she noticed Marik glowing a somewhat suppressed purple.
"Bakura! Look out!" Mae knew her cry was futile; Bakura was too full of blinding rage that he probably didn't even hear her. Yuugi got pushed to the side as she dashed through, attempting to make it in time before he got a chance to fire his blast.
Both of the hikaris were finally getting the effects of the ancient pyramid's magick. Their minds had stopped functioning completely, and general perception of everything that was happening around them was dropping dramatically. Yuugi had fallen to the ground. Not really by Shinu's push, but only really by a lack of self-preservation. Ryou, on the other hand, had fallen into a deep subconscious trance.
By the time Bakura was to the point where he was close enough to touch Marik, the latter had finished gathering energy and sprung back. Shinu backed up from her sprint to face both of them.
They were all in neutral positions at the moment. Calming himself only to the slightest degree, Bakura foolishly took the first action, and immediately suffered for it. He had dove down to about half his height and took light, but rapid bounds over to Marik, though just slower than needed.
Marik had anticipated his move long before Bakura had even thought of it.
Shooting his knee up to block, he rammed his elbow down hard into the robber's spine, partially paralyzing him for a moment's worth, as well as drawing a harsh cry. Specks of blood flew out of the attacker's mouth.
Shinu jumped forwards with the intent of distracting Marik from firing his charged energy this early. Nailing him in his temple with a strike using her forearm, Shinu successfully took him down for one hit.
Marik sprawled back, and quickly sat up using merely his abdomen. "Mae!! You betray me not once, but twice in succession?!" He had to make his culminating move soon. Mae had studied more than just martial arts in her various lifetimes.
The stricken albino groaned and pushed himself up, regaining his heightened awareness. What he saw was Shinu standing over Marik's fallen form, and the latter aiming a translucent purple hand at him. What was worse, Bakura knew that there was no way he could move out of the way, much less out of Marik's total range. This had already come down to an instant-death predicament.
As the ray left Marik's hand, Shinu noticing it, Bakura crushing his eyes closed and murmuring pleas, something very different was going on in the world of Ryou. His mind was relapsing from his whiteout and as he opened his eyes, Ryou found himself in a peculiar situation.
The area around him was acting in slow motion; his limbs were filled with pure positive energy as well as strength. Enough actually, to lift him up off of the sarcophagus and snap the wires as he did so, though slowly. His wounds, old and recent alike, were emitting a searing white glow; everything properly healed. Ryou found his mind to be unaffected by the slow pace at which everything was moving.
The fastest thing moving was the shot of energy, next Mae-san trying to block it, and last, Ryou's own yami.
Whether or not it was realized by anyone else, the white-haired reincarnation summoned enough stable spiritual energy and let fly towards Mae-san. It was almost instinctual, like he had been doing it all his life. There really wasn't much of a choice, anyhow. If he wanted his yami to pull through, that is. However, expending his one chance for energy projection, the world returned to its normal pace.
Shinu had no idea what exactly hit her, but wasn't complaining much. Whatever it was, it had given her a guided push in the way of Marik's speeding bullet in time to hit in the crossfire.
When the negative energy hit her, it instantaneously, painfully and permanently ripped the very soul from her living body. Well, what was living at one point.
The shattering scream echoed through the infinite halls, and would remain there for anyone to come into this same pyramid. Her spirit had been pulled through not only her chest, but was fed to the increasingly powerful wave through every available opening. Through her mouth, under her skin, from the very core of her heart.
Neither Marik, Bakura nor Ryou had the slightest idea of what had happened to her, and could only watch, frozen to their posts.
Once Mae Shinu's soul was completely removed and torn apart, the remainder of the ray Marik had fired came to a paused stop, and another pulsing wave came to meet the remaining conscious people. Its message went something like this:
Whether waking or not, everyone here has committed a piece towards the ending of The Turning. It will not end here, do not forget. None but the souls forgotten by the afterlife or Osiris may end it forever...
The voice had belonged to Jemkae, yet no one had known, nor had they recognized it; for the only soul left to, left them not a minute ago, and her body had slowly started to dissipate.
As the binding voice had left them stunned, the negative blast flew back to collide with the one whom had instigated it. Marik had no time but to widen his eyes in the first fear he had known. His body shattered upon contact, and he wasn't seen after that moment.
"Nuh..." Yuugi groaned and fluttered his eyes open. What the hell had happened just now...? All he could remember was seeing Ryou tied on top of a sarcophagus and not much afterwards... But what he saw now was neither Marik nor Mae-san, Bakura panting heavily on the ground and Ryou sitting upright on his former prison; wires snapped. "Ryou?"
The young savoir was shook quickly out of shock when he heard his name being called. "Yuugi?! Yuugi! It's..you..you're all..." No further words were necessary because Bakura had just pushed himself up off his stomach and shuffled over to his hikari, grasping his waist with a crushing hug. Yuugi stumbled over to the both of them and fell into the embrace. Not one of them could have managed to piece together a coherent sentence, so they didn't attempt at all. None was needed.
When they were all reassured that hopefully nothing more would happen for the time being, the question of how they were going to get out rose. The hikari-tachi talked it over, while Bakura remained painfully silent, although he had detached himself from Ryou.
Yuugi came to the conclusion that since Shinu had given up her very soul to save them, they should probably search around. After all, Marik wouldn't have left himself in the pyramid without a retreat. Nor would Mae have. All this equals, there had to be some way out of there.
"Check the inside." Bakura nearly whispered.
"What?" Yuugi looked up. It was the first time Bakura had spoken to another since Marik challenged him.
"The inside. Check inside the sarcophagus."
Ryou, being the closest to the object in question barely flinched when he pulled the lid off of the chamber. What it held seemed to surprise both the reincarnations, but Bakura acted like he knew it was there all along. It was a tear in reality. Don't ask how they all knew this, but knowing what it happened to be seemed like they also knew it was in existence their entire life.
"We should go now, then. No sense hanging around here to anger any random Egyptian Gods." Ryou had meant it to be a loose joke, but no one smiled or laughed as they climbed through.
)--(
It was late evening when the Egyptian native finally stirred from his deep sleep. He had been dreaming about his sister. When was she going to get back from that museum tour, anyway? Swiftly gaining consciousness, the blonde subconsciously hoped that it was perhaps her that had woken him up.
Malik blinked the grogginess out of his eyes and found himself in the same position as Shadi had left him in.
Sighing deeply, the boy tried to remember what exactly he was doing prior to...oh yeah. That's right; Shadi had trapped him here instead of helping him find his friends.
Typical.
Didn't he say something about 're-awakening' and some barrier dispersing after it was all over?
"Shit! I have to hurry if I plan to catch anything at all!" Malik didn't seem to mind that he was talking to himself. No one else could listen anyway.
Springing up off of the couch on which he had collapsed on, Malik ran out of the house unhindered, and retraced his path to where he had last remembered seeing them. Once there, and he had gotten to the very front of the pyramid they had disappeared into (or at least, he thought so), Malik felt quite odd. Looking around, it looked like any other tourist area to him. No odd disturbances, no scorch marks to mark the remains of a fight. Nothing at all.
"May I help you, sir?" A tall, Arabic man addressed the boy from his thoughts. "Are you here for the tour?"
Malik just turned around slowly, blankly staring in front of him. They were beyond his reach, and, for the first time in his life, it struck him. Hard.
Nothing really mattered anymore. His fruitless antics to save his friends; they were all in vain. He really was totally out of control.
The Arabic guy shrugged and walked off. It was too bad, because this is what provoked the undoing of Malik.
The young 'lighter half' glared darkly at his retreating back. Without a real thought, the sand around the man's feet began to dissolve, and transformed into an alligator's mighty jaw; swallowing him whole.
One girl had unfortunately turned around, looking for her late friend, just in time to witness the supernatural event. She couldn't help it; she let free a shriek, alarming the surrounding persons, and letting Malik know that he did not go unnoticed.
Panic spread, the man's remains only consisting of a splatter of bright red blood. Blood right from the heart, due to its colouration. Malik stood with his pupils shaded as if possessed by something higher than himself, and indeed, maybe that could explain his outburst.
People were running everywhere. Malik did nothing despite turning to look at everyone, no matter the distance away. His demon had given him a hawk's eye.
More screams...more death... He smirked. None of these people mattered. None of it mattered. Might as well end all of their suffering, as he had suffered. One by one, each was swallowed by the desert's merciless jaws.
)--(
When Ryou, Yuugi and Bakura had reached the other side of the portal they had 'discovered', they found themselves where they had originally disappeared, but also in the centre of panicking people.
The albino thief sprung to, not wanting to be caught off-guard again, pulling all of them back into the sanctuary of the pyramid's afternoon shadow.
"Bakura-what?" Yuugi stuttered, only to be shushed by the former's callused hand.
"Be quiet," he hissed, "and don't move." He stared sternly at the frightened hikari-tachi before taking off in the opposite direction everyone was fleeing from.
Bakura wondered to himself why things always tend to get worse at the least convenient moment. Rounding the corner, he came to a sudden, startled halt. Bakura saw Malik, for the first time since last year, leering at random people, somehow commanding the sand to engulf them, much like the sand had swallowed Shinu and the others, including himself.
Not thinking, Bakura verbalized his surprise a bit too loudly, making a pause in the Egyptian's rein of death.
Marik's creator spun around leisurely, as if time somehow didn't matter.
"So, you've finally come to see how your old /friend/ is doing, eh?" Bakura visibly flinched. Malik's voice was replaced with what was an odd hybrid of both his and Marik's. "We haven't seen each other for such a long, long time..." and he took a step closer, threateningly.
"You..." Bakura backed away. Even his eyes...they were glazed...like he was possessed. But that couldn't be it. Marik had been destroyed. Bakura had seen it. Marik was dead...
As if he could read his albino friend's thoughts, Malik smirked. "I thought something happened to the bastard. Good." This time, he stood perfectly still, with the exception of his left arm. "I had suffered him for too long now...much too long..." His arm was rising inch-by-inch, straight up towards the sky. "But for now...I will end your suffering. Everyone's suffering..."
The sand underneath Bakura's feet began to tremble, and the Thief King immediately sprung up and over, remembering what he had seen before.
And, true to his fear, it had shaped into a gargantuan fanged mouth, and snapped back, biting air.
Bakura was forced to keep jumping around to avoid similar traps. If he tried to get closer to Malik, things just got worse. Apparently his power was stronger, closer.
'Arg..think, Bakura! Think..you've gotten yourself out of much worse than this before...' Yeah, when he happened to still have his ka, Diabandou... 'Okay, then...what the hell happened to him then, to send him insane...' Bakura was finding it difficult to keep up with the jaws of sand and think clearly at the same time.
Again, it was like Malik could see what he was thinking. "Marik died, of course." He grinned sadistically. "And I could finally see that I needed to wipe all this pain out. Pain that comes to us, from us."
Another snap, and Bakura was kept on his toes.
Marik had held all of Malik's pain, both physical and emotional, from him once he had been created. All the pain caused because of his family. Now that the container had been terminated, the memories had rushed Malik's frail psyche, and took over. It had pushed him over the edge.
But for now, Bakura had other things to worry about. His body was tiring quickly; the events beforehand had drained him. He was also starting to realize that Ryou was in danger. Yuugi as well, of course, but Bakura had a one-track mind when in danger, and Ryou was that one track.
Bounding for the last time, he jumped from the ground, to the wall of the pyramid, to over Malik. If he couldn't attack from the sides, he would go from above. Smirking, Bakura knew that if Malik still used his sand manipulation trick, he would have to swallow himself as well.
However, Malik just let his arm fall limply to his side, and waited for Bakura to finish.
The attacker frowned slightly, but did not stop his assault. It was not in his nature to take pity on the weak.
Leading with his foot bent like a curved blade, Bakura struck Malik right below his neck, breaking his collarbone with a sickening crack. Due to the huge amount of excess force, Malik also collapsed, pinned by Bakura's two knees and one hand.
Now that Bakura had gotten close enough, he could see all of Malik's facial features in detail. Not only were his eyes glazed over, reflecting nothing, but his mouth was also contorted in subtual pain.
Hidden to both for the moment, Ryou peeked around the corner, wondering what had happened. He gasped sharply, causing Yuugi to tiptoe over, and look as well. They both saw Bakura overtop a bleeding Malik, not to far off.
Yuugi had immediately wanted to sprint over to take a further survey of the situation, but Ryou grabbed the back of his usual school jacket and pulled him back.
"Ryou...what's gotten into you?? Malik needs us to help him..." Yuugi pleaded. His listener merely shook his head.
"Let's wait. Too many odd things have happened to assume now."
It was fortunate that they had stayed, for not long after, the sand had begun to suck its previous master to its depths. Bakura rolled away, not possessing the energy to do much more.
When Bakura had come out of contact, the rough Egyptian dust had climbed Malik's skin to cover everything, and finally took him to the desert bed. Nothing was left other than the image of a broken Egyptian boy.
Ryou made no attempt to stop his friend from rushing over, and soon joined him himself.
"Bakura..what...Malik..?" Ryou knelt beside him, pushing back confused tears.
Bakura just smiled slightly, and pulled Ryou into a well-deserved kiss.
)--(
Later that evening, Yuugi and co. had met up coincidentally with Yami and Seto at the same game store Shinu had gone into with Yuugi days prior.
Both Yami and Yuugi were overjoyed to finally see each other again, no one asked questions. Kaiba promised a quick, and slightly more comfortable, flight home the next day. Ryou found out that Isis would be coming home soon, and could take care of the legalities. What Bakura, and the hikari-tachi weren't sure of, however, was how they were going to explain all of this. In fact, they weren't sure how to explain it to the over-protective pharaoh, and sceptical CEO.
Maybe once they got back to their hotel rooms.
"Ha! My dwarf warrior beats your hobbit thief into the ground! I rolled a critical!" Honda yells. And indeed, his Monster World miniature had just whacked Yuugi's one over the head, knocking it out.
"Arg! That can't be right!" The miniature's owner glares at Honda.
"I told you, vertically challenged people can't win!" Bakura chuckles, and types in the score on his laptop. It's been a month since the pyramid incident, and nothing weird had happened since they arrived in Domino. Now, Ryou is hosting their annual Monster World fest. He had invited both Yuugi and Yami, of course, and Jou and Honda.
They had left a note for Isis to call them, and informed her over the phone everything that had happened. Or at least from their perspective. She had thanked them, though it sounded like she was probably going to stop the flow of museum tours for quite a while.
After the mini-campaign is finished, guests say their thanks, just like always, and leave at the same time, like so long ago when they had played for real for the first time. With them all gone, Ryou Bakura turns to his dark, Bakura.
"Do you ever think we'll be affected by that 'Turning' thing, Bakura?" When he says this, the sigh imbedded is quite noticeable.
"You still worry about that? It's been over four weeks," the dark says bluntly. Seeing the pout on his hikari's face, he chuckles, and pulls them both onto the couch. "I'm sure we can handle whatever they're planning to chuck at us next, love. After all, we've been through the ancient tomb of our friend, the pharaoh, beaten psychotic freaks, met up with three thousand year old acquaintances, and destroyed a sand-monster. What else could possibly happen?"
Ryou merely rolls his eyes and settles into Bakura's lap.
Wake Up
Me: :D yeah! (shifty eyes) took over a month to do it, but none-the-less! IT IS COMPLETE!!!!! XD XD (dances like Sakano. see gravitation episode 1 for further comprehension)
'Leanne: (unconscious from the amount of work she did for her hikari) zzz...
all the Wake Up cast, chibi-ized: YAY!!! :D
Ryou: (laughs hysterically at the sight of chibi-ized Baku-kun)
Me: ;-; the original ending for the chapter was eaten by my ancient laptop... Actually, the entire chapter was eaten, as I promptly started to cackle maniacally because I thought those three weeks of work had been for nothing, before I realized that if I searched for all files when I went to open another file, it would give me a screwed-up version of what I had written. So...yeah... That also slowed down production... TT-TT
'Leanne: (wakes up) -.- zzz...what? Oh, well... (shifty eyes)
Me: :D none-the-less! It is complete, and I am willing to do something of either an epilogue (I don't think so, though. It would have to be either too short, or too long) or a sequel. However! (stresses 'however') I will not be writing it for a while! I do want to finish Kept In The Dark, after all...
'Leanne: (goes back to sleep)
Me: (bows repeatedly) Thank you to all the reviewers who have stuck through with me until the end! (go Tears Of Darkness! wh00p!) Your support was what kept this story going through all the writer's block I've encountered! (and believe me, there was many... -.-) Again! Luv you all! See ya in Kept In The Dark, chapter 12!
- Ja ne, mina-sama!