Yeah, I know that this chapter is not that much of a big deal, but yeah, whatever. Christmas is coming, I have finals to study for, and I was hoping to get this out in the open first. (shrugs) Just a Helga and Yami confrontation. Hee hee.
Read and review please!! Loves you all!!! (throws out little bits of holly)
Oh yeah,I've realized that this cannot chronilogically actually HAPPEN, since Milo discovered Atlantis in like, the late 1800s, but please bear with me people, okay? XD I actualy have a good idea for this one!
I don't think this one will be as long as my YGO/HP crossovers. Seriously. I think this might be one of my shorter "novels" so don't be too disappointed if not much happens as in my YGO/HP cross.
I love writing crossovers!
Chapter Two: Confrontation
"Tell me again," said Helga, her voice sardonic, her face expressionless. "Why are here?"
"Sugoroku Motou..." muttered Milo as he ducked his head up and down, skimming the pale, cheerful neighbourhood. "Sugoroku Motou..."
"Explain to me my neccessary role here," called Helga loudly, ready to rap the blonde man to gather his attention.
"Well..." said Milo, shaking his head and looking back down at the sheet of paper in his hand. "Out of everyone who went with us, I'd say you're my best bet to find Sugoroku Mutou and to find Atlantis."
Helga rolled her eyes but, almost sadly, eyed the blue crystal underneathe Milo's shirt.
"Whoa," he said suddenly, staring up at the building in front of him. "Kame Game Shop?"
"You do realize that the man proobably is incapable of English speech?" asked Helga smoothly as Milo cocked his head at the sign. "Being the linguist that you are, I daresay it won't be that much of an issue for yourself, but have you ever considered how Mr. Motou might address you?"
"Er..." Milo sheepishly scratched his head. "I thought...I could try some Japanese...."
"This ought to be a laugh," muttered Helga, smirking. "Don't mind me if I should excuse myself frequently when Mr. Motou begins to strain his ears at you."
"I can speak Japanese!" said Milo indignantly. "Just..not..very..well.."
"You are an odd man," said Helga smoothly. "You seem to occupy yourself with languages of the supposedly extinct, rather than the more important, current ones."
"It helped though," replied Milo heatedly. "We got to Atlantis, didn't we?"
Helga shrugged, still smirking. She hitched her dark green trench coat to her chin and buttoned it tightly.
"After you....sir," she smirked.
/Aibou.../
The hikari stopped short and edged quietly into the nearby alley.
/Yes, Yami?/
/There are foreigners at the Kame,/ noted the ancient pharaoh slowly.
/So?/ asked Yuugi, quite puzzled. /That'd be great! I wonder what they want./
/I wonder that also.../ said Yami softly. /Not to alarm you, Yuugi, but I sense a magical presence around them. Would you want me to take over?/
Yuugi peered over the edge of the building. The man seemed to be awfully stickly and frail, with rather angular-looking blonde-hazel hair, and large glasses. The woman was tall, her long blonde hair braided back and hanging heavily against her shoulders.
/They don't look too bad,/ said Yuugi. /Are you sure...?/
/They have some sort of magical presence,/ said Yami firmly. /I'm not saying it's dangerous, I'm just saying that they are capable of it. And judging by our most recent encounters with foreign magic, I'll daresay that we need to be cautious./
/Come out when you feel like it, then/ replied the hikari. /I'm sure nothing would be too wrong..they don't look dangerous, anyways...except for the lady.../
/Hmn./ Yami replied. He stared at the two figures suspiciously. Normally he wouldn't be so suspicious...but that aura around the man espcially was so familiar....
/I'll take over,/ he said simply. Yuugi obliged and the spirit soon occupied his body. Quietly, he walked down the alley way and tried to slip through the back enterance of the Kame Game Shop.
Helga gave Milo's shirt a sharp tug.
"Ow...what is it?"
"The kid's seen you," she said lowly. "He just ran around the back way...I think he knows why we're here."
"He's just a kid," protested Milo. "How does he know what we're here for?"
"He's been standing there for quite some time," replied Helga, smirking. "Of course...I could try to persuade him otherwise..."
She suddenly gave Milo a rough shove towards the door. "You go in," she said. "I'll try to calm the boy down; I think he knows what we're up to. We need to talk to him too if we're going to save Atlantis. You talk to Suguroku Motou. I'll talk to Yuugi."
"Er.." Milo was about to reply when his former second-in-command suddenly streaked through the alley-way; as her trench coat flew in the air, Milo noticed that she was not wearing her usual khaki pants...
Chuckling, Milo stepped through the doors.
"Mr. Motou?"
Yami climbed through the window of his aibou's bedroom; the window had been opened; the curtains drawn. Frowning slightly, the darker side dragged himself through the window, threw his backpack and his jacket onto the nearest chair, and briskly turned around.
He stepped back in surprise at the sight that greeted him. Sitting on his bed was a dark silouhette of a tall, firm young woman, with long blonde hair, wearing the most revealing outfit of wine red thin strapped gown. She was sitting cross-legged on his bed, in the folds of the shadows her figure was slightly perched against the wall, her arms crossed casually over her breasts.
"Who are you?" asked Yami lowly as he stood straighter.
"Mr. Yuugi Motou, is it?" asked the woman in a low, cool voice. The voice had a tint of lush within it, as though she was on the brink of sophistically mocking him.
"Depends on who wants to know," replied Yami darkly. "What is it that you request of me? How did you get in here?"
"I came down the chiminey," answered the woman, slowly unravelling her scarf that was draped seductively around her arms. A thin strap slipped loosely down her smooth slim shoulder. "Ho...ho...ho."
Yami raised an eyebrow, frowning still.
"Unless you have a valid reason as to why you are occupying one of my personal spaces," said Yami, "then I'd suggest you leave. What is your purpose here...,Miss...?"
"...Sinclair," smiled the woman. She stood up, finally revealing her true height. She was about have a foot taller than Yami was, hair included, and had a very slim, firm figure. Her face held an omniscient smirk as she stepped towards him.
"And I do have a proposal, Mr. Motou," she said softly. "Do care to join my comrade and your grandfather downstairs to discuss..."
"Discuss what?" asked Yami, staring at the women with intense suspicion. "What have you done with my grandfather?"
"Nothing," replied the woman smoothly. "My, aren't you a rather paranoid little boy, Yuugi?"
Little boy? Yami thought, mentally bristling. Ra, I'm not that short!
"I wish to come for your help," continued Ms. Sinclair. "By any chance would the word 'Atlantis' trigger your mind?"
Yami's eyes widened slightly. Yuugi let out a gasp in his soul room. The protective Egyptian spirit's hand automatically began reaching behind him for his duelling deck when the woman laughed.
"I said I come for your help," laughed Helga casually. "Don't tell me you carry a holster there, Mr. Motou. Guns are not meant for boys such as yourself. Believe me, we've done nothing to your grandfather and we will not harm you at all. We merely come here to ask you whether you know anything about Atlantis."
"Why do you wish to possess that knowledge?" inquired Yami, taking out his deck and shuffling through it casually.
"If all goes well," said the woman, "and you tell us all you know about Atlantis, then we will tell you."
Yami arched yet another eyebrow at her.
/She doesn't seem to be in league with Dartz.../ said Yuugi softly. /Can we trust her?/
/I'm not sure/ replied Yami darkly. /Anything concerning that Atlantean royalty might be trouble, aibou./
/Maybe we should just...listen to what she says first?/ suggested Yuugi. /She didn't mention the Puzzle or the Seal of Orichalcos when she was talking to us./
/I suppose it won't do too much harm,/ replied Yami reluctantly. /But../
"Mr. Motou?" Helga snapped her figners briskly in front of the Game King's face. "Please...we must proceed.Do come now."
Yami shook his head and noticed that Helga was now at the door. She was no longer wearing her seductive outfit, but now was cloaked with a dramatic, pratical dark green trenchcoat. She was braiding her hair as she stepped out of the room.
"I request that you temporarily leave your 'personal space' for now, Mr. Motou," she said, smirking. "You see, one can't quite do much productive if one is constantly imprisoned in their room. I'd daresay you might develop claustrophobia if you should remain here too long."
/I've been stuck in a small condensed box for five thousand years,/ joked Yami dryly. /I think I can handle 'personal space', thanks, Miss Sinclair./ Yuugi giggled. The pharaoh gave the hikari a mental wink.
Yami then followed Helga out of the room.