„Ryou. . . Ryou?. . . RYOU!!"
„Gah!"
I jerked out of my doze the moment a usually cheery voice called my name not as cheery as I knew it. . My vision was blurry, and I blinked a few times, before I settled my gaze on the annoyed face of my best friend, who was almost glaring at me.
"What do you want, Malik? It's too early. . "
"Like hell it's too early, it's almost seven thirty!"
"Wha-? How did you come in here anyways?"
Malik grabbed my blanket and ripped it off of my body; I shivered slightly and curled into a ball, not wanting to let go of the peaceful sleep yet.
"Your dad let me in. Oh, come on!", he said, grabbing my arm and hauling me up.
"Just five more minutes, please. . "
Lavender eyes rolled around annoyed, and Malik pushed back a strand of blonde hair that fell into them. "School starts in about half an hour."
Well, now I was awake. "WHAT? Why didn't you tell me that earlier?!", I cried, hopping out of the bed and getting rid of my PJ's. Malik crossed his arms in front of his school uniform-clad chest and refused to turn away, what caused me to glare lightly at him and run to the bathroom.
"I did! But you could have been dead as well, you weren't listening!"
I groaned, brushing my teeth and brushing my hair at the same time while I tried to button up my pants. Arms slid around my waist, slapped my fingers away gently, and left me to do only two tasks with my two hands while the Egyptian closed the button and the zipper while his eyes bore into mine in our reflection; I was standing in front of the mirror after all.
"'dank you!", I mumbled around my toothbrush.
"You're welcome."
Tanned fingers started to draw circles on my hipbones, and I tried hard just to roll my eyes and not to groan. You know, I love having Malik as my best friend, but sometimes he would annoy me, just like this very moment. I got lost of the toothpaste-foam and mock-glared at him.
"Trying to distract me again, Malik-chan?"
"Not the slightest, Ryou-chan. Now come on already.", he said, smirking, and retreated.
A few minutes later, after my dad stuffed my mouth with a piece of toast, we both were running towards school.
"Hey, Ryou-chan?", Malik called from beside me, while I was already panting; Oh how I wished sometimes that I had Malik's endurance. .
"Yeah?"
"What about skipping school today?", he grinned and stopped. I stared at him with wide eyes and stopped a few steps later – when I ran right into a streetlamp.
"OUCH!"
Malik broke into laughing as I glared up at him from the ground, where I lay on my back; he only laughed harder.
"Uh. . say what?"
"I said, what if we skipped school today. We'll get detention anyways, because we're late. I just tell Isis that I didn't feel good this morning, and so did you.", Malik shrugged.
Well, nice idea, buddy. With my dad, it might work, but when Malik knew his older sister, and I knew he did for she was his legal guardian since he was ten, he had to know that wouldn't ever work. I got up and raised an eyebrow at him, and shook my head disapproving as he laughed at me nervously.
"You know, Malik, that Isis-san leaves home at eight thirty and my dad at eight. It's eight ten now. You'd have to return home if you want to be serious, and that before your sister leaves. You need about ten minutes to get home. How will you manage?"
"Don't be such a wimp! Come on now, I want to show you something at home anyways.", Malik groaned, grabbed my hand, and dragged me along.
"Wait!"
"Shut up Ryou, you'll like it, I know it."
In no time I was gasping for air again, and I leaned against the wall of Malik's house to slow down my pounding heart.
"You didn't have to run like that!!"
I checked the time; it was eight twenty-seven. And just when I wanted to snap at Malik again, the door opened and out stepped his older sister. Dark blue eyes settled on us, calm and cool as ever, her long black hair braided Egyptian style, though she wore a casual black skirt and a light grey blouse instead of the cotton robe she normally wore at work.
"Hey there 'Nee-san!"
"What are you doing here Malik?"
"Well, see, I don't feel very well, so I. . "
"You're skipping again, huh? And this time made Ryou do it too?", she asked, brows furrowing.
"It wasnt like that!"
I sighed exhaustedly as Malik tried to talk us out of it; then I clamped a hand over his mouth and smiled at Isis.
"Good morning, Isis-san."
"What are your lessons today, Ryou-chan?", Isis asked me. I knew, if I said the right things, she would let us pass.
"Maths, English, Science and History."
She nodded. "If it's okay with your father, you can stay here, both of you. I'll be off now."
"Where you going, sis? Why don't you wear your robe?", Malik asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Well see. . "
To hear Isis stutter was a highlight in my life. "You're having a meeting with Kaiba again, eh?", Malik smirked.
"None of your business."
And she was gone. WE cheered.
"That was incredible, Ryou!"
"Well, I figured, since you're good at maths and science I'm good at English and history. . "
"You're a genius!" He hugged me and dragged me inside the house, which was more of a mansion. Not as big as Kaiba's was, but surely a mansion. We grabbed something to eat, since Malik was hungry as always, and went to the basement. I always liked Malik's basement. It was styled like old tombs you would suppose to be inside of the Gizeh pyramids near Cairo, but. . . only a few people really know what they look like. The Ishtars I would suppose to know it. A rumble from above startled us.
"Ano. . . Malik?"
"Yeah?"
"What was that?"
"I don't know, maybe it's going to rain and storm a bit. Don't worry.", he said and lit the basement. I was relieved to be in the light, for I don't like the darkness too much; only to yelp as the lights went off and everything was black. Malik's grumbling voice reached my ears from my right, and I unconsciously reached out for him, intertwining my fingers with his. A short silence, then his voice became soothing and his thumb rubbed the back of my hand softly.
"Don't be afraid, Ryou-chan, it's a thunderstorm, nothing more. I just want to show you something, and then we can go back up there. . . "
If I had known where this idea of his would throw us in, I had stopped him I guess.
He lit a flashlight, and the bright, unnatural beam of light roamed over the walls and the floor.
"There is it.", Malik whispered excitedly, dragging me again by our joined hands, over to the wall that was the most far away, and all I could see was the small, round spot of light. It was creepy when the wall paintings reduced more, and the basement became creepier and creepier by every passing second. Back here, the walls were stained with something I couldn't recognize, something dark, and lots and lots of spider webs. I sneezed from the dust we swirled up.
"Are we there yet. . ?"
"Don't go all baby on me.", he responded, determined to reach his destination. An old, almost rotten staircase came into view, a staircase from the form you would have in really old horror movies, where every second a ghost or a zombie could descend. More spider webs adorned it, and I saw Malik's eyes glisten even more excited.
"I am not going up there."
"Oh come on already you wimp. . . "
"It's only a staircase! What's up there anyways?", I asked him stubbornly.
"Well, I don't know. . it leads to a forgotten part of the mansion. I want to know what there is."
"Then go and let me out of this."
"No way you're staying here.", Malik grinned and slowly dragged me up the stairs. I almost died there. I never was that afraid, and I couldn't name of what I was afraid anyways. . . But when we reached the top of the stairs, a thunderbolt cracked the darkened sky, and since there were half- blind windows up here, I could see something moving in a corner.
Malik flinched at my scream.
"What now?!"
"T-T-There is somet-thing!!"
"There?"
He pointed the flashlight's beam over to the corner; and we stared at our own pale faces in a mirror. Slowly, Malik dragged me closer with him, and touched the surface where a crack could be seen.
"Incredible. . what do you think how old this is?", he whispered. I just shivered – the mirror was almost threatening. We didn't look like ourselves in there.
I gasped as Malik's finger vanished as he pressed the digit further. Malik's mouth itself formed a small 'o', and soon his hand was vanished.
"What is this thing. . ? Malik, we should go. . "
"Don't be silly, this is. . . wow. . . "
I gulped, closed my eyes for a moment – and when I opened them again, Malik's arm was in there until the mirror's surface met his shoulder.
"Malik, please!"
"It's cold in there. . . come on, Ryou, we're going in."
"WHAT?", I screeched, but soon my body was melting into the mirror as well as Malik's was. It felt like a thin waterfall of cool water that we had to pass, and then it was almost dry again. The air tasted a bit wet, and I didn't dare open my eyes, until Malik nudged me.
"It's. . . a cave."
"Cave. . ?"
Slowly, I opened my eyes again, and since they were used to darkness by now, I could see large rocks all around us.
"I want to go back. . . "
"Don't be silly.", he told me once again and led the way towards the faint light. I suppressed a yelp as I looked back – and saw no mirror at all.
Nothing but the solid wall made of hardest stone.
Yep, I know, I've got too many fics ongoing now. . . but I had to write this, you know? Review please.
„Gah!"
I jerked out of my doze the moment a usually cheery voice called my name not as cheery as I knew it. . My vision was blurry, and I blinked a few times, before I settled my gaze on the annoyed face of my best friend, who was almost glaring at me.
"What do you want, Malik? It's too early. . "
"Like hell it's too early, it's almost seven thirty!"
"Wha-? How did you come in here anyways?"
Malik grabbed my blanket and ripped it off of my body; I shivered slightly and curled into a ball, not wanting to let go of the peaceful sleep yet.
"Your dad let me in. Oh, come on!", he said, grabbing my arm and hauling me up.
"Just five more minutes, please. . "
Lavender eyes rolled around annoyed, and Malik pushed back a strand of blonde hair that fell into them. "School starts in about half an hour."
Well, now I was awake. "WHAT? Why didn't you tell me that earlier?!", I cried, hopping out of the bed and getting rid of my PJ's. Malik crossed his arms in front of his school uniform-clad chest and refused to turn away, what caused me to glare lightly at him and run to the bathroom.
"I did! But you could have been dead as well, you weren't listening!"
I groaned, brushing my teeth and brushing my hair at the same time while I tried to button up my pants. Arms slid around my waist, slapped my fingers away gently, and left me to do only two tasks with my two hands while the Egyptian closed the button and the zipper while his eyes bore into mine in our reflection; I was standing in front of the mirror after all.
"'dank you!", I mumbled around my toothbrush.
"You're welcome."
Tanned fingers started to draw circles on my hipbones, and I tried hard just to roll my eyes and not to groan. You know, I love having Malik as my best friend, but sometimes he would annoy me, just like this very moment. I got lost of the toothpaste-foam and mock-glared at him.
"Trying to distract me again, Malik-chan?"
"Not the slightest, Ryou-chan. Now come on already.", he said, smirking, and retreated.
A few minutes later, after my dad stuffed my mouth with a piece of toast, we both were running towards school.
"Hey, Ryou-chan?", Malik called from beside me, while I was already panting; Oh how I wished sometimes that I had Malik's endurance. .
"Yeah?"
"What about skipping school today?", he grinned and stopped. I stared at him with wide eyes and stopped a few steps later – when I ran right into a streetlamp.
"OUCH!"
Malik broke into laughing as I glared up at him from the ground, where I lay on my back; he only laughed harder.
"Uh. . say what?"
"I said, what if we skipped school today. We'll get detention anyways, because we're late. I just tell Isis that I didn't feel good this morning, and so did you.", Malik shrugged.
Well, nice idea, buddy. With my dad, it might work, but when Malik knew his older sister, and I knew he did for she was his legal guardian since he was ten, he had to know that wouldn't ever work. I got up and raised an eyebrow at him, and shook my head disapproving as he laughed at me nervously.
"You know, Malik, that Isis-san leaves home at eight thirty and my dad at eight. It's eight ten now. You'd have to return home if you want to be serious, and that before your sister leaves. You need about ten minutes to get home. How will you manage?"
"Don't be such a wimp! Come on now, I want to show you something at home anyways.", Malik groaned, grabbed my hand, and dragged me along.
"Wait!"
"Shut up Ryou, you'll like it, I know it."
In no time I was gasping for air again, and I leaned against the wall of Malik's house to slow down my pounding heart.
"You didn't have to run like that!!"
I checked the time; it was eight twenty-seven. And just when I wanted to snap at Malik again, the door opened and out stepped his older sister. Dark blue eyes settled on us, calm and cool as ever, her long black hair braided Egyptian style, though she wore a casual black skirt and a light grey blouse instead of the cotton robe she normally wore at work.
"Hey there 'Nee-san!"
"What are you doing here Malik?"
"Well, see, I don't feel very well, so I. . "
"You're skipping again, huh? And this time made Ryou do it too?", she asked, brows furrowing.
"It wasnt like that!"
I sighed exhaustedly as Malik tried to talk us out of it; then I clamped a hand over his mouth and smiled at Isis.
"Good morning, Isis-san."
"What are your lessons today, Ryou-chan?", Isis asked me. I knew, if I said the right things, she would let us pass.
"Maths, English, Science and History."
She nodded. "If it's okay with your father, you can stay here, both of you. I'll be off now."
"Where you going, sis? Why don't you wear your robe?", Malik asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Well see. . "
To hear Isis stutter was a highlight in my life. "You're having a meeting with Kaiba again, eh?", Malik smirked.
"None of your business."
And she was gone. WE cheered.
"That was incredible, Ryou!"
"Well, I figured, since you're good at maths and science I'm good at English and history. . "
"You're a genius!" He hugged me and dragged me inside the house, which was more of a mansion. Not as big as Kaiba's was, but surely a mansion. We grabbed something to eat, since Malik was hungry as always, and went to the basement. I always liked Malik's basement. It was styled like old tombs you would suppose to be inside of the Gizeh pyramids near Cairo, but. . . only a few people really know what they look like. The Ishtars I would suppose to know it. A rumble from above startled us.
"Ano. . . Malik?"
"Yeah?"
"What was that?"
"I don't know, maybe it's going to rain and storm a bit. Don't worry.", he said and lit the basement. I was relieved to be in the light, for I don't like the darkness too much; only to yelp as the lights went off and everything was black. Malik's grumbling voice reached my ears from my right, and I unconsciously reached out for him, intertwining my fingers with his. A short silence, then his voice became soothing and his thumb rubbed the back of my hand softly.
"Don't be afraid, Ryou-chan, it's a thunderstorm, nothing more. I just want to show you something, and then we can go back up there. . . "
If I had known where this idea of his would throw us in, I had stopped him I guess.
He lit a flashlight, and the bright, unnatural beam of light roamed over the walls and the floor.
"There is it.", Malik whispered excitedly, dragging me again by our joined hands, over to the wall that was the most far away, and all I could see was the small, round spot of light. It was creepy when the wall paintings reduced more, and the basement became creepier and creepier by every passing second. Back here, the walls were stained with something I couldn't recognize, something dark, and lots and lots of spider webs. I sneezed from the dust we swirled up.
"Are we there yet. . ?"
"Don't go all baby on me.", he responded, determined to reach his destination. An old, almost rotten staircase came into view, a staircase from the form you would have in really old horror movies, where every second a ghost or a zombie could descend. More spider webs adorned it, and I saw Malik's eyes glisten even more excited.
"I am not going up there."
"Oh come on already you wimp. . . "
"It's only a staircase! What's up there anyways?", I asked him stubbornly.
"Well, I don't know. . it leads to a forgotten part of the mansion. I want to know what there is."
"Then go and let me out of this."
"No way you're staying here.", Malik grinned and slowly dragged me up the stairs. I almost died there. I never was that afraid, and I couldn't name of what I was afraid anyways. . . But when we reached the top of the stairs, a thunderbolt cracked the darkened sky, and since there were half- blind windows up here, I could see something moving in a corner.
Malik flinched at my scream.
"What now?!"
"T-T-There is somet-thing!!"
"There?"
He pointed the flashlight's beam over to the corner; and we stared at our own pale faces in a mirror. Slowly, Malik dragged me closer with him, and touched the surface where a crack could be seen.
"Incredible. . what do you think how old this is?", he whispered. I just shivered – the mirror was almost threatening. We didn't look like ourselves in there.
I gasped as Malik's finger vanished as he pressed the digit further. Malik's mouth itself formed a small 'o', and soon his hand was vanished.
"What is this thing. . ? Malik, we should go. . "
"Don't be silly, this is. . . wow. . . "
I gulped, closed my eyes for a moment – and when I opened them again, Malik's arm was in there until the mirror's surface met his shoulder.
"Malik, please!"
"It's cold in there. . . come on, Ryou, we're going in."
"WHAT?", I screeched, but soon my body was melting into the mirror as well as Malik's was. It felt like a thin waterfall of cool water that we had to pass, and then it was almost dry again. The air tasted a bit wet, and I didn't dare open my eyes, until Malik nudged me.
"It's. . . a cave."
"Cave. . ?"
Slowly, I opened my eyes again, and since they were used to darkness by now, I could see large rocks all around us.
"I want to go back. . . "
"Don't be silly.", he told me once again and led the way towards the faint light. I suppressed a yelp as I looked back – and saw no mirror at all.
Nothing but the solid wall made of hardest stone.
Yep, I know, I've got too many fics ongoing now. . . but I had to write this, you know? Review please.