Maurelle:I finally got a review after how long? counts. And here i thought no one was reading this anymore. Cause I've finshed the fic, and no one's really demanded more. So do me a favor, ya'll, review. It's real simple.oh, and this is a little heavy on the langauge.(There's enough in this next two chapters to force the rating to PG-13, not to mention violence, and well other content) Just a little reminder about the notes at the bottom. They were written as the story was, so they are kinda dated. I would like to thank Kotori-chan for her review. Gracias, chica. Me gusta tus historias muchas. Me gusta X/1999 tambien. Tengo el CD de X. Me encanta.
Sunday Morning
Thank you for turning on the lights
Thank you, now you're the parasite
I didn't think you had it in you
And now you're looking like I used to!
No Doubt
chapter 6
Isis watched her brother and his evil half as they talked in the restaurant. She felt the apology she had come to deliver die. She had never felt such rage, such betrayal. She had asked Yami no Yûgi to make sure that Marik's Yami had not returned. And yet here he was talking with him in public! She hissed and turned on heel. She was going to have to take this matter into her own hands.
She stormed to her own apartment and threw open her door. She ignored the rest of the house and went into the room she had set up as a make-shift altar with her Sennen Necklace on it. She lifted it over her head. She pulled power from it, the dark kind she had rarely touched. She felt sickened by the darkness of it. It twined itself around her, almost curious. He closed her eyes and directed it at the source of the rage burning in her: her brother. She felt the darkness laughing as it took him, releasing her. She fell to her knees as the power left her. Seeming to come out of a trance she realized what she had done. Sobs escaped her lips in what she felt was a never ending flow. She had sent her brother into the shadow realm.
Yami no Marik woke to a scream. He sat bolt up in bed, turning to try to see kare no Kanraku tenshi. Dread snaked through him as he realized he wasn't there. He reached down the link, determined to harm whoever had caused his light harm. Panic began mixing with the dread as he realized he couldn't feel Marik. Not a trance. He threw the covers off, racing through the decorated apartment. He returned to the bedroom still lacking kare no haikri. Silently he began cursing the fact he had separated to sleep. It wasn't required, but he had felt the need. He looked up and spotted the phone. The Tomb Raider and his light knew about him. Maybe he could ask for their help? He stood and dialed the number, long since having been committed to kare no Kanraku tenshi's memory.
"Moshi, moshi," Ryou picked up on the other end.
"Bakura-chan?" Yami no Marik had to be sure before he spilled the news to this person. He never trusted these phones.
"Hai. Marik-chan is that you?" Ryou asked instantly coming awake. He had a feeling this really wasn't going to be good. He felt his own kuroi at the edge of his senses listening in.
"Marik's gone," the darkness said into the other end of the phone, all his panic and grief coming out in that one sentence.
"Calm down. You can reach him through the link," Ryou began.
"No, I can't, and he doesn't have it blocked either. It's just like he's not there. Like he never existed," the other Marik was in a full panic now. He could feel his heart, or what passed for one, pounding in his head.
"Are you sure?" Ryou asked beginning to panic himself. He had never thought about this happening. From what his yami was sending him, he hadn't heard of this either.
"Am I sure? AM I SURE! Do you think I would've bothered to pick up one of these fucking contraptions if I wasn't! Damnit, Ryou, my haikri has dropped off the face of the earth, and you're asking if I'm fuckingSURE!" the kuroi's panic was quickly being replaced with rage.
"I'm coming over," was the curt reply on the other end of the phone as Yami no Bakura took over. There was a click as the line went dead, and the yami blinked at the phone in his hands. He had expected Ryou to help him, maybe. But the thief? This was a turn of events he hadn't anticipated. Not that he had thought about kare no Kanraku tenshi disappearing either…
Isis whimpered as she looked at the ivory of her phone. She should call him. Not her brother, she was sure he was long gone, but that thing that shared his body. She shuddered at the thought of him. He had done those horrible things: attempted to destroy the world so he could get revenge on a Pharaoh that wasn't even aware of him, killed their father (not that he didn't need a good killing), and shamelessly used them all. Her hand wavered over the phone. She doubted that he wouldn't of realized that his light was missing. She squinted her eyes shut, blocking out the image of him going on a killing rampage to try and find him. All the more reason to call, a little voice whispered. She let out a sigh of defeat as her hand clasped the phone. Why must she always be the bearer of bad news?
Yami no Marik glared across the room at the other yami in the room. After much cursing and swearing, he had managed to figure out how to buzz them in, and was reasonably sure kare no Kanraku tenshi's neighbors had slept through the whole thing. Yami no Bakura, however, had laughed himself silly, until Ryou reminded him of some incident involving a toaster…
"You said you woke up to a scream?" Ryou asked for what felt like the hundredth time. Yami no Marik sighed.
"Hai, and I am positive it was him. I know that scream," it was so close to his own, which he was more than familiar with by now. Ryou's reply was interrupted by the phone ringing. The piece of darkness glared at it before picking it up.
"Marik?" her voice was shaky, but he recognized it as Isis. He felt like killing her. Slowly, mind you, with a long blunt knife. It was amazing what you can do with a blunt knife, and a piece of string…
"I don't have time for this, bitch, so buzz off!" he snarled into the phone. Ryou winced and the other kuroi looked at him interested.
"I sent him to the Shadow Realm," the statement was followed by complete silence, the sound of her breathing muted. He was aware that his knuckles were white from gripping the phone. His voice was deathly quite as he spoke.
"You. Sent. Him. Where?" oh, the blunt knife and string were too good for her. He would skin her with his own nails. Layer by layer.
"The Shadow Realm?" her voice was an eep, and the statement now a question. He heard a groan as the plastic of the phone handle was permanently warped by his grip. Ryou, who had picked up the other line after noticing the Yami's knuckles, intervened.
"Isis? Do you think you could come over? Yûgi-kun will be over too. I think this qualifies as a crisis," after the events during the time they had known each other they had decided it would be best for them to have another crisis plan besides call the yamis…
"Hai," Isis's voice was shrill as she hung up. The creature of night put the phone down realizing what Ryou had done.
"You invited that…that…thing into my home! Do you have any idea how hard it is to scrub blood off white walls?" he knew he was near babbling, but things couldn't get any worse, could they? Yami no Bakura raised an eyebrow as his light dialed the Pharaoh's number.
"Yes, I do. Have you tried bleach, and all purpose 409? Amazing what these people think up. Though, I sincerely doubt there will be any blood letting. The Pharaoh's midget light is squeamish," Yami no Bakura said a sick grin crossing his face. Besides Ryou, Marik was the only other relationship he had with these people. And it was amazing what you can do with household objects.
Maurelle: Wow…It looks like we are coming to an end…and I kinda promised Christmas, didn't I…The Epilogue maybe?
Marik: I want you to explain Yami no Bakura to me.
Maurelle: long sigh He is the 5,000 year old tomb raider from the lost village of…
Marik: cuts off No, no. His remark. points at screen nearly spilling cherry coke Besides Ryou, Marik was the only other relationship…Relationship? What kind of relationship? Surely, you're not think of writing a squeal…
Maurelle: If I am? Besides the four of you make a cute…couples? The two true loners.
Yami no Bakura: eyebrow raised Do I get a say in this?
Maurelle: Why not?
Yami no Bakura: Good. I say we poll. We've got what four, maybe five readers? What do you think? Should the four of us get together?
Maurelle: Or should I write a fic set in this universe with a Ryou/Yûgi/Yami no Yûgi/Yami no Bakura?
Yami no Yûgi: looks up from playing risk with Napoleon and Hannibal WHAT!
Maurelle: Have fun my readers…
Yami no Marik: holding box of chocolates, flowers, and a stuffed blue eyes white dragon I apologize! I'm so sorry!
Marik: grins and kisses Accepted. eyes blue eyes white dragon did you take that from Seto?
Yami no Marik: Maybe? Scream is heard from other room as Seto realizes his blue eyes plushie is missing
Maurelle: Oh, dear…
Yami no Yûgi: paling what fic?
