Hi, this is Chelley Angel here! I hope you like this fic. Just a note though, things you really should know:
Aeromancer: Air, wind, and flying, specializing in spell-casting. I got the name from the word "aeroplane". I'm so weird.
Aquamancer: Water, ice, swimming, specializing in healing. I got the name from lots of words! "Aquamarine", "Aquarium"......
Pyromancer: Fire, lightning, heating, specializing in attack magic. I got the name from the word "pyromaniac". My friend is one, actually. LOL
Geomancer: Earth, plants, growing, specializing in potions. I got the name from the word "geology", among others.
Aeromancers and Aquamancers have a connection through the weather.
"Magi": Word for magic user.
Aeromancer: Yugi
Aquamancer: Ryou
Pyromancers: Yami, Mariku (the Yami)
Geomancers: Bakura (the Yami), Malik (the almost sane one)
WARNING: this story will most definitely be YAOI! Yugi/Yami, Ryou/Bakura, Malik/Mariku. If you're homophobic, please don't read this. Otherwise, enjoy!
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Ryou was bored. Very bored. Extremely bored, even. His brothers, Yugi and Malik, were both off doing something; Yugi was probably in the library, and Malik was probably off on the motorcycle their "parents" had bought him at Christmas.
Yugi and Malik weren't Ryou's real brothers. Rather, they had all been adopted by a rather old, rich couple who hadn't bothered to have children because the woman was "scared to death" of childbirth. They didn't want their billions to go to waste, though, and their power-hungry relatives would no doubt have blown it all away on gambling.
Their mother apparently had a brother who had followed his big sister's example and adopted 3 children as well. However, Ryou, Malik, and Yugi had never met them. Ryou didn't particularly want to, either. Their Uncle Shadi was a bit... odd. His wife, Isis, was Malik's actual sister, so instead of calling her "Aunt", he called her "sister", or just plain "Isis". It got a bit confusing sometimes. Ryou still didn't understand how Uncle Shadi and his mother had been born 40 years apart. He rolled his eyes just thinking about it. We've got wacky grandparents, he thought wryly.
Ryou was interrupted from his trip down Memory Lane as the door banged open and Malik burst in, hair, clothes, and shoes wet from the rain outside.
"Dear Ra, Ryou," he groaned, seeing Ryou sitting in the windowsill and staring outside. "Go do something! Don't just sit there all day!"
Ryou sighed, and turned his head towards Malik, grimacing as he saw the growing puddle on the floor. He hated seeing water going to waste. He met Malik's lavender eyes squarely with his chocolate brown ones.
"If you must know, I was meditating," he said, glaring at the tanned blonde. "Like we're all supposed to, if we have the time, not running around on motorcycles."
Malik attempted to look innocent, and failed miserably. His face split in a wide grin. "Oh come off it, Ryou! You need some fun in your life!" He paused, and looked around. "Say, where's Yugi?" He sighed at Ryou's shrug. "You were so deep in meditation that you went to Spiritheart?"
Malik spoke of a dimension in the universe that was purely magical. It was a whole other world, one with a different geography and everything, where only the strongest magi could go. The stronger your soul and spirit and heart were, the stronger you were there. A person with strong magic could be on his deathbed in the physical world, but a healthy Lord in Spiritheart. It all depended.
The trio's adoptive parents were nobility in Spiritheart as well; sometimes they couldn't believe their luck! The King of Spiritheart was a permanent king, though. King Set was a God, and no mortal could overthrow Him.
"How is Spiritheart?" Malik asked suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled in the room. He emerged from the bathroom where he had grabbed a towel and irritably started to dry his sopping hair. Ryou had turned back to watching the raindrops sliding down the window.
"Oh, it's fine," he murmured. "No rain there. Bright, sunny." He spared Malik a sideways look. "Perfect for motorcycling," he smiled.
"That's great!" Malik shouted, punching a fist in the air. "So what are we waiting for?"
Ryou moved to rest his forehead on the cool plane of glass, muttering a short prayer to Ra for patience under his breath. "Maaaaalik," he half sighed, half whined. "We're all going to Spiritheart today, remember? We're visiting Mother and Father, and Uncle Shadi and Isis might even come, as well as our..." Ryou trailed off. "Cousins."
Malik calmed down slightly. "Oh yeah. Don't worry, Ryou! I'm sure they'll be relatively sane! I mean, even if Shadi's a bit" he paused, searching for the right word, "vague sometimes, my sister's sane, after all!"
Ryou relaxed slightly. Not only was Isis sane, she also had Shadi completely whipped. That was comforting, in a weird kind of way. Malik saw Ryou's tense muscles relax, and sighed inwardly in relief.
The door banged open again, and Yugi stepped in. He yelped as he walked into the puddle Malik had made earlier. Malik burst out laughing and Ryou turned his head towards the window so that all Yugi could see was his snowy white hair, and not his smiling face.
"Oh stop that," Yugi snapped, but the other two could hear the underlying humor. "Malik, do you have to make these messes?" He shook his head as Malik opened his mouth to answer "yes". "Don't answer that!" Malik shut his mouth and smirked.
Ryou, having gotten his face back under control, turned back around again, this time fully, so that his back rested on the window pane. He brought his knees p against his chest and wrapped his arms around them. His brown eyes twinkled with laughter. "You have to agree that your face was a picture, though, Yugi."
"Mmf," Yugi mumbled, his face buried in the pillow he had picked up.
"Aaaah..." Malik nodded, mock-wisely. "Your intelligent answer stuns us all, Master Yugi, aaaaah...." He ducked neatly as the pillow flew over his head, revealing Yugi's pouting pink face.
"Shut up, Malik," he growled. "I wasn't the one who spilled it in the first place! Would someone please clean it up?" he added as an afterthought.
Ryou yawned and nodded. "I'll do it, I'll do it." He flapped a hand at the puddle. "Shoo, you," he muttered. The water evaporated. That done, he glanced over at where Malik lay sprawled on the floor, and snickered. Another puddle was forming under him, as he had forgotten to change into dryer clothes. Yugi followed his gaze, and squeaked as he tried to keep his laughter inside. Malik's eyes opened lazily again, and he tilted his head curiously. "What's so funny?"
"N-nothing," Yugi managed, purple eyes wide with mirth.
"I quite agree, nothing," Ryou nodded. He now sat cross-legged, though still on his windowsill. His fingers crossed themselves behind his back. "Truly."
"Just what the hell is so damn funny?!" Malik half-shouted, pushing himself up and freezing when his hands met water. His eyes closed in horror, and when he opened them again, he found Ryou's eyes streaming with tears, and Yugi bent over double.
"Y-your face!" Ryou gasped out a good few moments later. "If Yugi's face was a picture, yours was...a ....a photograph!" He dissolved again into helpless laughter. And all Malik could do was glare from the center of his puddle.
"Yugi, was it really that bad?" he asked in a puppy-ish voice after a pause, a voice that begged Yugi to say that Ryou was lying. "Aw, c'mon....."
When he got no answer from Yugi, he turned on Ryou. "Dear Ra, Ryou, a 'photograph'?! Lame-o! 'Photograph'! 'Photograph', I ask you.... Oh for Set's sake, stop laughing!"
And they did. Eventually. Ah, yes, the key word. "Eventually".
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"So why do we have to go meet these wackos again?" Mariku asked Bakura for at least the hundredth time. The latter growled in frustration."Because, Mariku," he said, his voice carefully polite, "They're our cousins." He paused. "Kind of." He paused again. Mariku snickered. "Oh for the love of------! As I said, because they're our cousins and we haven't met them before!"
"Ohhh....." Mariku said, as if Bakura had just told him the secret to immortality. "Ooooh! Oooh! Ohhhh!"
Bakura's eyes flashed. "MARIKU!" he snapped. All of a sudden, a knife appeared out of nowhere in Bakura's right hand, and he threw it at Mariku. It thudded into the wall a hair away from his ear, and quivered ominously.
Mariku acted like nothing had happened. He jumped up from his chair and jumped around, and insane smile on his face. He had progressed to jumping and twirling in midair when all of a sudden he twirled into a black, leather wall. "Odd," he frowned, cocking his head to one side. "That wasn't there before....." he looked up into Yami's glowering face.
Yami snorted. "All right, Bakura, how much sugar?" As he asked the question, his eyes roamed around the room, and came to rest on the knife embedded in the wall. A ghost of a smile appeared on his face.
Bakura looked up from where he was twirling a golden dagger. "Oh......" he said innocently. His eyes grew guarded, though his voice remained light and chatty. "Sugar? Let me think, now....."
"Bakura," Yami said impatiently.
"Well all I'm going to get is another lecture," Bakura scowled, amber eyes sullen. "Just get it over with, then, will you?"
Yami sighed. Why was Bakura choosing today of all days to be difficult? He dragged in a deep, steadying breath. "I will not yell at you, Bakura. Even if I did, you wouldn't listen, and my voice would be wasted."
Bakura grinned, light bouncing off sharp canines as well as the blur of gold in his hand. "Damn straight."
Yami's hands balled into fists. Mariku continued to giggle maniacally. "Oh come on, Bakura," Yami snapped irritably. "Don't you have some potion that you could brew or crap to counteract the sugar? We have to LEAVE soon!"
Bakura's face grew thoughtful as he tapped a finger against his chin. "it would taste like shit......"
"I'll force it into him then," Yami grinned. "All the better."
Bakura smirked, put the dagger away, and stood up. He stretched his arms above his head, and then retrieved his knife from the wall. He winced when he saw the gash in the wood. "Ouch," he muttered. A touch of magic made the wood fibers knit together again. "I'm off, then," he announced, turning away from the wall. He glanced at Mariku. "Keep him under control, Yami, please. At least keep him away from the wood."
"Dear Ra, you said 'please'. Well since you asked so nicely, I'll try," Yami said dryly. "What we need is a water magi to dump water on him when he goes crazy...."
Bakura laughed. "And you as well, stupid pyromaniacs."
Yami glared. "I resent that!"
Bakura shrugged nonchalantly. "Then resent it, who's stopping you?"
He strode out of the room, side stepping a small fireball that he knew would follow him out.
"Missed, Yami," he called behind him.
"Daaaaaaamn....." came the faint answer.
Bakura smirked, and continued his way down the dimly lit hall, his booted feet making no noise on the navy blue carpet. He turned into a room that emitted his own magical signature and sighed with relief as a wave of magic engulfed him and soothed his temper. He strode over to his desk and picked up a moonstone as large as his fist. It was the stone in which Bakura stored any of his extra power. It was also his "worry-stone". Whenever he was in an exceptionally bad temper, or was depressed, he did the mental exercise of shoving all of his emotions into the rock. His emotions, mixed with the compressed magic, had caused the power in the stone to grow. Now, the moonstone was nearly as powerful as Bakura himself was. He planned to use it if he was ever running low.
Feeling refreshed, Bakura began conjuring up various herbs. As he began on the potion, several crashes from down the hall caused him to grin. They can't live without me, can they?
"Ra dammit all, Bakura, we NEED THAT DUMBASS POTION!!" Bakura blanched. What had Mariku done now?! Yami was usually under control...!
Putting a stopper in the mouth of his bottle, Bakura rushed back into the room, and choked at what he saw.
"Fun-fun!" Mariku sang, flicking tongues of fire here and there. Yami was trying to put them all out. He glared at Bakura.
"Thanks ever so for taking your sweet time!"
"I did it as fast as I could, geez," Bakura muttered. "Now how do we get him to drink the potion?"
Yami answered by tying Mariku up with ropes of flame; since Mariku was also a Pyromaniac – excuse me, Pyromancer – it didn't hurt him.
"Maaaariku," Yami cajoled. "We have more Mountain Dew for you..." Mariku's eyes lit up.
"More hyper-hyper juice?" he asked, sounding for all the world as if he were back to being five. Bakura groaned inwardly. Yami had to dredge up all of his self-control to not begin banging his head on the wall. He smiled "brightly".
"More 'hyper-hyper juice', Mariku," he said in a sugary sweet voice. Bakura gagged.
Mariku lurched against the fire, trying to get to the liquid. Yami shook his head and wagged a finger. "Tsk tsk, be patient," he grinned evilly.
Bakura groaned, this time out loud, in anguish. "I'm out of here," he growled, and stalked out of the room, leaving behind a sulking Mariku and a taunting Yami. And to think, Yami's usually the sanest of us all, he smirked.
Instead of walking into his room, he stormed outside this time. He leapt lightly into a tree, and settled himself comfortably in its branches, his back leaning against the trunk. He closed his eyes and relaxed, surrounded by the plants in the garden and the smell of the air right after rain.
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Isis found him there half an hour later, a small smile appearing on her face when she found him asleep and so at peace. It wasn't often that Bakura allowed himself to lower his guards even the slightest bit.
Isis and Shadi didn't think of Yami, Bakura, and Mariku as their sons; rather, they were all like younger brothers. Isis felt rather awkward when Ryou and Yugi called her "Aunt"; they were the same age as Malik was, and Malik actually was her brother! And seeing as even Mariku, who was the youngest out of her "children", was a year older than Malik was, it seemed a joke for any of them to call her "Mother". So they didn't.
Isis jerked herself from those thoughts, and tilted her head up so that she could see Bakura. "Bakura," she called softly. His eyes fluttered open, his emotional blocks almost visibly sliding back into place. Isis half-smiled when she saw him stifle a yawn.
"Time?" he asked, voice raspy from sleep. At Isis' nod, he leapt lightly out of the tree, and landed with a barely audible thump beside her. He started off back to the house, and Isis followed, all done in a companionable silence. Or at least, as companionable as you got with Bakura.
Remembering something, Bakura started to say, "Where are....."
Isis cut him off. "Training room," she said, a rare snicker in her voice. Bakura's eyes lit up, and he licked his lips hungrily as if tasting the heat of battle. Isis smacked him lightly over the top of his head, bringing him back to earth. When he glared at her, she returned the favor with an icy stare. "We're going to Spiritheart, remember?" she hissed at him.
"Oh!" Bakura was startled out of their glaring/staring contest, feeling stupid. "Just testing you," he muttered, thanking all the gods that he didn't blush easily. Isis replied with a skeptical "mmhmm....."
They turned from the hallway into a room from which crashes and curses could be heard for yards around it. There they found Yami and Mariku both locked in concentration, fighting each other with both flames as well as martial arts. The warding spells around the training floor formed a large silvery bubble of magic that the flames couldn't escape.
Bakura struck a lazy pose, leaning against the doorframe, and started clapping slowly and lazily. "Beautiful, beautiful fight. Now if we may interrupt this gorgeous battle, let's leave then, shall we?"
Yami and Mariku both turned towards Bakura that promised death for interrupting.
"I was going to kill him, Bakura! You're supposed to be on my side!"
"Ha, Mariku, what a joke! You, beat me?! Keep dreaming!"
Bakura only laughed slowly, drawing the sound out. Ah yes, just another ordinary day.
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