Coffee and Cigarettes

A series of unconnected vignettes, starring the Yu Gi Oh cast and revolving around the eponymous items. Obviously, I don't own Yu Gi Oh, and I don't own Jim Jarmusch's wonderful film Coffee and Cigarettes... but it's a fabulous movie, so I do recommend it to you.

I'm mixing up names. I'm sure you can see that for yourself.

Scene Three, the 'Sh' Scene: Ishizu, Rishid, Shadi, Hashish

"You tourists here for the pyramids?" a voice teased.

In the same mirrored motion, Ishizu and Rishid turned their large, mysterious eyes on their waiter. Shadi grinned back at them and placed a tray bearing two cups of thick coffee and a milk jug on the table. Before greeting the man in front of them, Ishizu reached out and took Rishid's sugar cube, and Rishid poured a little milk into her cup, before liberally adding the rest of the contents of small jug to his own.

They each took a sip, and sighed.

Then Ishizu spoke. "We've seen them before." She smiled at the turbaned waiter, who was wearing a black half-apron over his beige pants.

Rishid took his turn to speak. "This place is crawling with tourists. It's almost a disgrace."

Ishizu nodded, her blue eyes flicking back to Shadi's own as she took another sip of her coffee. "Thank goodness our own family heritage remains lost to archaeologists."

Rishid set his cup down at the same time as Ishizu did and picked up the end of her thoughts. "Can you imagine the tombkeepers' legacy put in a glass case and opened for a modest fee?"

Shadi shook his head. "Oh, I don't know. Brings plenty of business to my coffee shop."

The waiter watched as, in eerily compatibility, Rishid pulled a plastic bag out of his pockets. Shadi blinked at the realisation that Rishid's purple robe had pockets. At the same time, Ishizu pulled out a slim, golden Zippo with the Eye of Horus embossed on it in black. She leaned over to Rishid, who was sitting next to her rather than the opposite side of the table, and used the flame to light the two cigarettes in his mouth. Rishid pulled one out and gave it to her. Ishizu accepted it with one hand, and disappeared her lighter with the other at the same moment that Rishid secreted away his packet.

"Gee, you'd never know you two were related."

Ishizu looked at him sincerely. She found the blue of Shadi's eyes, the same deep blue as her own, intriguing. "We're not, actually."

Rishid held up a hand. "Adopted."

Shadi shrugged. "Comment stands. You act like twins."

Rishid's penetrating green eyes flicked over the small café they sat in, taking in the modest wooden table settings and the cosy atmosphere. A few signs here and there above the counter were in English. Then he looked back at their unlikely attendant. "I'm surprised you cashed in on the tourist market."

Shadi shrugged again, noticing some customers walk in the door and chirp happily at the dark, mysterious atmosphere of the place. "Be right back." He vanished abruptly.

Rishid and Ishizu sat in silence, puffing on their hashish. They each took a sip of their coffee. Then they glanced at each other and smiled.

"You know," Shadi said, magically manifesting once again, "that stuff is bad for you." He gestured to their mouths, and took a sip of the coffee he'd brought back with him.

Rishid shrugged. "Gotta have a hobby."

Ishizu, apparently, quietly agreed.

Their waiter regarded them both for a moment, shifted his weight, and then smiled. "I suppose. That's why I'm here, afterall."

"Oh, so you're not just making the best of our historic monuments?" Ishizu asked. Her tone was friendly.

Rishid glanced between his sister and Shadi, frowning. He puffed out, then flicked the end of his self-rolled cigarette. Ishizu glanced at him, smiled reassuringly, and did then did the same.

"Well, it's a good investment. But I do have a life outside of mysterious interventions, you know."

"I can relate." Ishizu winked at him, and reached for her cup at the same time as Rishid did for his.

"The real reason, I suppose, would be my addiction to coffee." Shadi pulled out the spare chair, and sat down opposite Ishizu. He gestured with his white mug, sloshing the liquid slightly. A drop fell on the wooden table - he ignored it.

"Ah, the truth comes out," Rishid said. His tone was not quite so friendly. "I hardly see how you can criticise our hash."

Shadi took it good naturedly. "Ah, well. You have two problems. I only have one."

They sat in silence for a moment. Shadi glanced over to check on the family of actual tourists whom he had offered coffee and an assortment of Middle Eastern sweets - dates, pistachio cookies and baqlawa. Ishizu and Rishid shifted in their chairs.

"...So," Shadi said cheerfully, "Either of you ever drink a lot of coffee right before bed?"

Rishid's green eyes looked perplexed but not particularly interested. Ishizu, on the other hand, looked amused. She shook her head and took another sip of the delicious, viscous liquid in her cup. Rishid breathed in his cigarette.

Shadi took a long drink from his own cup, a look of unconcerned bliss crossing his face. "Yeah, and all your dreams run in super fast motion, like you're seeing them through a camera stuck to the top of a racing car, speeding along. It's incredible."

Ishizu and Rishid both sipped their coffees. They then leaned forward and stubbed out their cigarettes in the ashtray provided.

Another group walked through the front door.

"Business is booming." Shadi grinned at the attractive Ishizu. "Don't you go two disappear on me, now. I'll be right back."

Ishizu returned his grin. Rishid frowned sternly.

When Shadi had gone again, Ishizu turned in her chair to look at her adoptive brother, and tugged on his strange ponytail. "I see you're not pleased." She put the emphasis on 'see' like it was some kind of hilarious joke.

Rishid rolled his eyes. He'd heard the joke too often for it to be anything but corny, now. "Just looking out for my sister." He pulled out their baggie of cigarettes once more.

Ishizu produced the lighter and smiled gently at him as she lit them up. "Ah, Rishid. Don't transfer your protectiveness from Malik to me. I'm sure he's doing fine, and I can certainly handle myself."

Rishid sighed and handed one cigarette to her. "Okay. But if he's going to spend all day flirting with you, I hope he brings some more coffee back for us."

Author's Note: Afterschool Special BobGod says, don't do drugs, kids. I'm going to have to keep repeating that hey, I don't advocate smoking. In fact I strongly advice against it. ...Here endeth the Afterschool Special aspect of my personality.

Anyway, I know, that was kind of weird. Coming up next... What on earth could Ryou and Yami have to say to one another? Do come back and see; it's amusing.

Freak09: Well, I don't really like Anzu, but that doesn't mean I'm about to go bashing her.

The Silent Reaper: ...I'm guessing your sister is Black Breeze? ...Ah yes, I don't drink coffee, have no idea how to spell all the many varieties. I meant to dictionary that one before I posted it, guess I got sidetracked. Yeah, the movie makes this and some of the upcoming chapters make a lot more sense, but I think they're fun on their own.

Black Breeze: Down server is awful. I'm glad you're enjoying this one...

And thanks also to crsg, Aramis-chan, thefutureMrsKaiba, and DojomistressAmbyChan. If I've left anyone out, sorry... Reviews on this story are kind of screwy. I have alerts for ones that haven't shown up on the page, and ones on the page that I didn't get alerts for, and they all seem out of order... ::regards ffnet suspiciously::