A Day in the Life of Malik Ishtar
Chapter Three: Tension is Building.
Author's notes: Yeah, okay, so I screwed up the Battle City plot already. but I'll fix it! Now I actually remember what I watched two months ago. @@ Er, vaguely. And sorry about the extreme lack of updates. x.x School has not been fun lately. And my guinea pig died. ;-; But anyhow. I've got three wee little comments to make: I've seen a bajillion different names for Rishido, like Rasheed, and stuff, but it *sounds* to me like it's Rishido. So that's what I'll call him, just to clarify. o.o Also, I tried uploading this as an HTML file and my italics aren't working. So we're stuck with the dumb asterisks. Lastly, I just realized wherever I put three periods where the sentence is trailing off (you know what I'm talking about? x.x), it comes up as just one period. If you see a period and the next "sentence" doesn't begin with a capital letter, then that's why. Okie? Okie! And more sorries about the shortness of the chapter, I just wanted to post again to let you all know I haven't given up on this fic yet! Hope ya' like it. At least a little.
Anzu stomped down the sidewalk in a daze. Her whole day was ruined. Instead of being with Yugi, she was stuck with his pervert of a grandpa who was, above all, the most boring person she ever met. He had found her sitting on the park bench resting (again, since her shoe selection for today's unexpected trek across the city was grueling on her platformed feet), and the two of them set off together to find Yugi. For some reason, he tended to disappear after they found him at the end of his duel with Pandora. oh well.
They came to a bridge that crossed over a street, when suddenly they heard shouts from below them.
"Hey! Hey, you! Yeah, you! That.. thing! Running! Get back here with my deck!" There was a pause in which Anzu and Sugoroku peered over the overpass wall, and when the voice spoke again their suspicions were confirmed. "AND GIVE ME BACK MY WALLET!" Oh, yes. That was definitely Jounouchi chasing a. trained monkey?
"Jounouchi!" Anzu called to him. "Need a hand?"
"Do you have to ask?! Come on, get down here!" he yelled back at her as he passed under. Anzu and Sugoroku located a nearby stairwell and raced down to the street where they ran in pursuit of their big-haired friend and pip-squeak thief.
The three of them entered a park where the monkey set the stolen Duel Disk down in the middle of an open area, then ran off and disappeared.
"Damn," Jounouchi murmured, out of breath. "The little flea bag still has my wallet.." he knelt down to pick up his Duel Disk when his wallet went sailing over his head and hit Sugoroku.
"Curses!" came an annoying, shrill voice from several yards away. "I missed!"
Jounouchi slid his high tech dueling machine onto his arm and caught his wallet as Anzu tossed it to him. He growled low, frantically searching for the owner of the voice. "Only one guy comes to mind when I hear a voice as annoying as *that*."
"Insector Haga," Anzu sighed in exasperation.
"Correct!" Haga cried, walking into view. "And only I could have devised a plan as clever as this."
"What plan?" demanded Jounouchi, irritated beyond belief.
"Leading you here for your final duel in Battle City! I will defeat you in this place of my fondest childhood memories." and Haga tried to begin his tale of pain and sadness at the hands of his preschool classmates who found some twisted joy in watching him suffer. His story, fortunately, was curtailed by Jounouchi's hotheadedness.
"You couldn't have just challenged me to a duel like a normal human being?!"
"Noooooo," replied Haga sweetly, changing his voice at least three pitches before shutting up.
Jounouchi threw his arms into the air in frustration. "Fine, I'll duel you. But only because my wallet seems to have lost half of its original weight, and I'll expect my money back whether or not I win this duel. Or else you'll find your inhumanly large head bruised, beaten, and buried deep into the depths of the nearest dumpster. Got it, twerp?"
Due to the unbelievably dull duel to follow, not to mention Haga's insanely annoying voice and attitude, we are now to have a well-timed scene switch.
~*~*~*~*~
"There is no such thing as infinity. Nothing can go on forever. Malik, I have defeated your God. Surrender it to me."
Malik awoke with a jolt and found himself face down on a dirty table, nearly drowning in his own drool.
"Oh, you're awake!" said a cheerful voice sitting across from him. Quickly he sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "You've been sleeping for nearly two hours, mumbling about the almighty Osiris. and infinite power. and some spikey-haired freak with a big-breasted Magician Girl! Hehe, doesn't caffeine have the funniest influence on your dreams?"
Dazed, Malik found himself face to face with a bright-eyed, black- haired girl. "What time is it?" he asked sedatively.
"6:14 and fifteen seconds! Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen."
"That will do. I need to get going," he stood, but the girl's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. Yowch, her black polished claw of a thumbnail hurt like a b--
"Aw, please stay and talk to me!" she pleaded, pouting cutely and batting her eyes prettily.
Her cute looks weren't enough to counter her obnoxious personality. "Leave me alone," Malik snapped, jerking his arm away, "I have business to attend to, I don't have time to play with stupid little girls."
"Ooohhh!" the girl wailed and started flailing her arms. Malik gladly took the opportunity to escape the café and hop on his motorcycle. He had forty-five minutes to get back to the docks and check in with Rishido-speed limit restrictions would just have to be violated.
It was 7:05 by the time Malik got back to the yacht. He walked into the main chamber (which was half kitchen, half living room) to find Rishido asleep on the couch with another one of his American channels on, the Discovery Channel, which was showing some documentary on the migration of the tufted titmice of North America. How very enlightening. He picked up the remote and turned it off, then went to the kitchen side of the room. On the microwave was a post-it note, reading: "The food in here is reserved for Malik-sama. EAT IT AND DIE. ~Rishido" Inside, there were two lukewarm corn dogs. He couldn't help but crack a smile-like smirk at Rishido's thoughtfulness. He was famished after hardly eating at all, and was glad to have somewhat of a meal already prepared for him.
"I see you have returned, Malik-sama. How did it go today?" Rishido had woken up and was now standing at the counter behind Malik.
"Uhm." Malik turned to Rishido, his mouth full of corn dogginess, "Ih wa o'hei," he managed to reply.
"Did you find the Pharaoh?"
Swallowing, Malik shook his head. "Not yet. Any news of his friends?"
"A few of our people have been following them all afternoon. They await their orders to attack."
"I'm going to bed," Malik yawned. "Get me up early tomorrow, we'll make our move first thing in the morning."
Rishido bowed. "Yes, Malik-sama."
~*~*~*~*~
Okay, I'm still trying to get my Battle City timeline.. er, fixed? I'm pretty sure the day ended sometime between Jouno's duel with Roba and Weevil, 'cuz Anzu changes outfits between then. So. oh, ew, I've totally screwed this up. @.o I think I can get this fixed in the next chapter. Whew, all right. Let's see if I can get it written within a month this time. X.x;
Chapter Three: Tension is Building.
Author's notes: Yeah, okay, so I screwed up the Battle City plot already. but I'll fix it! Now I actually remember what I watched two months ago. @@ Er, vaguely. And sorry about the extreme lack of updates. x.x School has not been fun lately. And my guinea pig died. ;-; But anyhow. I've got three wee little comments to make: I've seen a bajillion different names for Rishido, like Rasheed, and stuff, but it *sounds* to me like it's Rishido. So that's what I'll call him, just to clarify. o.o Also, I tried uploading this as an HTML file and my italics aren't working. So we're stuck with the dumb asterisks. Lastly, I just realized wherever I put three periods where the sentence is trailing off (you know what I'm talking about? x.x), it comes up as just one period. If you see a period and the next "sentence" doesn't begin with a capital letter, then that's why. Okie? Okie! And more sorries about the shortness of the chapter, I just wanted to post again to let you all know I haven't given up on this fic yet! Hope ya' like it. At least a little.
Anzu stomped down the sidewalk in a daze. Her whole day was ruined. Instead of being with Yugi, she was stuck with his pervert of a grandpa who was, above all, the most boring person she ever met. He had found her sitting on the park bench resting (again, since her shoe selection for today's unexpected trek across the city was grueling on her platformed feet), and the two of them set off together to find Yugi. For some reason, he tended to disappear after they found him at the end of his duel with Pandora. oh well.
They came to a bridge that crossed over a street, when suddenly they heard shouts from below them.
"Hey! Hey, you! Yeah, you! That.. thing! Running! Get back here with my deck!" There was a pause in which Anzu and Sugoroku peered over the overpass wall, and when the voice spoke again their suspicions were confirmed. "AND GIVE ME BACK MY WALLET!" Oh, yes. That was definitely Jounouchi chasing a. trained monkey?
"Jounouchi!" Anzu called to him. "Need a hand?"
"Do you have to ask?! Come on, get down here!" he yelled back at her as he passed under. Anzu and Sugoroku located a nearby stairwell and raced down to the street where they ran in pursuit of their big-haired friend and pip-squeak thief.
The three of them entered a park where the monkey set the stolen Duel Disk down in the middle of an open area, then ran off and disappeared.
"Damn," Jounouchi murmured, out of breath. "The little flea bag still has my wallet.." he knelt down to pick up his Duel Disk when his wallet went sailing over his head and hit Sugoroku.
"Curses!" came an annoying, shrill voice from several yards away. "I missed!"
Jounouchi slid his high tech dueling machine onto his arm and caught his wallet as Anzu tossed it to him. He growled low, frantically searching for the owner of the voice. "Only one guy comes to mind when I hear a voice as annoying as *that*."
"Insector Haga," Anzu sighed in exasperation.
"Correct!" Haga cried, walking into view. "And only I could have devised a plan as clever as this."
"What plan?" demanded Jounouchi, irritated beyond belief.
"Leading you here for your final duel in Battle City! I will defeat you in this place of my fondest childhood memories." and Haga tried to begin his tale of pain and sadness at the hands of his preschool classmates who found some twisted joy in watching him suffer. His story, fortunately, was curtailed by Jounouchi's hotheadedness.
"You couldn't have just challenged me to a duel like a normal human being?!"
"Noooooo," replied Haga sweetly, changing his voice at least three pitches before shutting up.
Jounouchi threw his arms into the air in frustration. "Fine, I'll duel you. But only because my wallet seems to have lost half of its original weight, and I'll expect my money back whether or not I win this duel. Or else you'll find your inhumanly large head bruised, beaten, and buried deep into the depths of the nearest dumpster. Got it, twerp?"
Due to the unbelievably dull duel to follow, not to mention Haga's insanely annoying voice and attitude, we are now to have a well-timed scene switch.
~*~*~*~*~
"There is no such thing as infinity. Nothing can go on forever. Malik, I have defeated your God. Surrender it to me."
Malik awoke with a jolt and found himself face down on a dirty table, nearly drowning in his own drool.
"Oh, you're awake!" said a cheerful voice sitting across from him. Quickly he sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "You've been sleeping for nearly two hours, mumbling about the almighty Osiris. and infinite power. and some spikey-haired freak with a big-breasted Magician Girl! Hehe, doesn't caffeine have the funniest influence on your dreams?"
Dazed, Malik found himself face to face with a bright-eyed, black- haired girl. "What time is it?" he asked sedatively.
"6:14 and fifteen seconds! Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen."
"That will do. I need to get going," he stood, but the girl's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. Yowch, her black polished claw of a thumbnail hurt like a b--
"Aw, please stay and talk to me!" she pleaded, pouting cutely and batting her eyes prettily.
Her cute looks weren't enough to counter her obnoxious personality. "Leave me alone," Malik snapped, jerking his arm away, "I have business to attend to, I don't have time to play with stupid little girls."
"Ooohhh!" the girl wailed and started flailing her arms. Malik gladly took the opportunity to escape the café and hop on his motorcycle. He had forty-five minutes to get back to the docks and check in with Rishido-speed limit restrictions would just have to be violated.
It was 7:05 by the time Malik got back to the yacht. He walked into the main chamber (which was half kitchen, half living room) to find Rishido asleep on the couch with another one of his American channels on, the Discovery Channel, which was showing some documentary on the migration of the tufted titmice of North America. How very enlightening. He picked up the remote and turned it off, then went to the kitchen side of the room. On the microwave was a post-it note, reading: "The food in here is reserved for Malik-sama. EAT IT AND DIE. ~Rishido" Inside, there were two lukewarm corn dogs. He couldn't help but crack a smile-like smirk at Rishido's thoughtfulness. He was famished after hardly eating at all, and was glad to have somewhat of a meal already prepared for him.
"I see you have returned, Malik-sama. How did it go today?" Rishido had woken up and was now standing at the counter behind Malik.
"Uhm." Malik turned to Rishido, his mouth full of corn dogginess, "Ih wa o'hei," he managed to reply.
"Did you find the Pharaoh?"
Swallowing, Malik shook his head. "Not yet. Any news of his friends?"
"A few of our people have been following them all afternoon. They await their orders to attack."
"I'm going to bed," Malik yawned. "Get me up early tomorrow, we'll make our move first thing in the morning."
Rishido bowed. "Yes, Malik-sama."
~*~*~*~*~
Okay, I'm still trying to get my Battle City timeline.. er, fixed? I'm pretty sure the day ended sometime between Jouno's duel with Roba and Weevil, 'cuz Anzu changes outfits between then. So. oh, ew, I've totally screwed this up. @.o I think I can get this fixed in the next chapter. Whew, all right. Let's see if I can get it written within a month this time. X.x;