Authoress Notes: ::coughs:: Hey everyone. As you can probably notice ::cough, cough choke cough:: I'm sick today. But dat didn't stop me from posting! ::cough::
Chibi Chihaya: ::hands her a cup of tea::
Tanks Chihaya. ::drinks it:: Anyway, again I need to say a few things. After wasting about an hour trying to find one, specific Chibi Bakura picture (and not succeeding in finding it) I found a lot of spoilers for the series. So, this fic is a bit AU. I mean, Battle City has happened, but I changed a few things, and will be listed now. (Warning: Spoilers ahead!)
1~ Isis keeps the Millennium Tauk (Necklace)
2~ Yami Bakura is still in. (In the series, he gets 'killed' by Yami Malik)
3~ Some Out Of Characterness
4~ Crawford gets his Millennium Eye back
And that's all for now. ::coughs:: Now, on with the chapter. ::grabbing her Yue plush doll and a blanket, she curls up in a corner and sleeps::
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Dreams of Innocence
Chapter VI: Rude Awakening
Fishing the key out of his pocket, Malik unlocked the front door and went inside. All of the lights were off and the small house was in complete silence. Carefully closing the door behind him and locking it, he made his way to the living room and up the stairs. As he reached his room door, he let out a loud yawn.
"Damn, it's late," he muttered as he turned the doorknob and stepped inside. Not bothering to turn on the light, he managed to get to the dresser where he pulled out a pair of sweatpants to sleep in. Taking off his t-shirt and jeans, he tossed them aside and changed into clean boxers. After slipping into the sweatpants, he went into the bathroom that he shared with isis and brushed his teeth.
{I need sleep, right now.} he thought, weary and exhausted. Leaving the bathroom, he went over to the bed. Pulling back the covers on the right side, he climbed into it, feeling relieved when his head hit the pillow. {Sleep...is very good...} Closing his eyes, he snuggled under the blankets, sighing with relief. He was asleep within seconds, his heavy breathing mixing with Anzu's soft ones on the other side of the bed, who was also sound asleep.
"AAHHHHHHHHH! YOU PERVERT!"
"WHAT THE HELL!?" Thump! Isis sat up in her bed, eyes wide with alarm. The shouts were coming from the ajoining room and it took her a few seconds to register this. It was seven o'clock in the morning. Then, she buried her face in ehr hands, not sure on whether to groan or laugh.
Climbing out of bed and slipping on her robe, she went into the bathroom and opened the door on the other end. Entering the next room, it took a lot of will not to laugh.
Malik was on the ground, a rather large bump on his head while Anzu was in the bed, wrapping the blanket around her protectively and glaring at Malik. Leaning against the doorframe, Isis couldn't hold back a grin.
"Good morning you two," she said, amusement in her eyes. Malik, enraged, managed to recollect himself. Jumping up, he turned against his sister.
"What the hell is she doing in my bed?" he demanded.
"Your bed?" demanded Anzu, eyes wide. "Isis told me that I could sleep here thank you very much!"
"ISIS!" shouted Malik, nerve twitching. His older sister merely shrugged her shoulders.
"I wasn't sure you were going to come home last night, so I told Anzu that she could sleep in here."
"You could have left a note or something!" argued Malik. Isis raised an eyebrow.
"Did you even turn the light on in here last night? You would have known then." Malik opened his mouth to argue again, but finding nothing to say, he closed it and stood there, fuming. To Anzu, Isis said, "I'm sorry Anzu about this. I didn't really expect Malik back before five in the morning." Malik snorted but kept quiet. Anzu, however, was still shocked about what had happened and was also quiet.
{This is just great, I just slept in the same bed as Malik!} she thought, shaking her head. then, looking up at the ceiling, she added {Someone up there must not like me}.
"So, let me get this straight: Shadi came waltzing over to our place with that girl in his arms, soaked to the bone and wanted you to take her in," questioned Malik as he took a drink of his coffee. After showering and getting over this morning, he was dressed in kahki shorts, hiking boots and a sweatshirt. The thick-gold choker was around his neck, the Millennium Rod sticking out in the front pocket. Isis nodded.
"That sums it up," Rolling his eyes, Malik leaned back in his chair, setting his cup down.
"So, now what? When is she going home?" Pouring the hot water from the tea pot into her cup, Isis pursed her lips.
"She's going back when she's ready." Then, looking up at him, she said, "You don't have understand what just happened, but you could at least be polite to her."
"After her accusing me of being a pervert? Uh, yeah right."
"You did sleep in the same bed as her." Slamming his fist against the table, he stood up.
"Not on purporse! And how the hell was I supposed to know you elt her sleep in my bed! MY BED!" Setting the pot down, Isis procceed with stirring the cup.
"I think your temper is being influenced by your Millennium Item again." Malik's eyes flashed, the famliliar glare of Yami Malik used on Isis. The woman, unphased, set the spoon down and carefully sipped her tea. After Malik regained control, he sat down heavily and drank the rest of his coffee in one gulp, grumbling.
"Good morning!" came a cheerful femanine voice. The siblings looked to see Anzu coming into the kitchen, smiling kindly. Dressed in clothes that Isis lent her, she was wearing a pair of black jeans and a green-longsleeve shirt. Isis smiled and nodded.
"Good morning Anzu." After shooting a glare, Isis could make out a mumbled "Morning" from her brother. As Anzu sat down, Isis asked, "Are you hungry? I may not be much of a cook, but I can cook something decent." But the brunette shook her head.
"No thank you. You've been too kind all ready," she replied, looking grateful.
"Do you at least need a ride home?" continued Isis, sipping her tea. Hesitantly, Anzu nodded.
"But I really don't want to be of any trou-" But Isis silenced her with a wave of her hand.
"Not trouble at all. Malik can give you a ride home on his cycle." There was an awkward silence as both Anzu and Malik let this sink in. Then, while Anzu buried her face in her hands, Malik glared fiercely at Isis. the Millennium Rod in his pocket flashed dangerously, but then so did the Millennium Necklace. Both magic-bearers stared at one another, before Malik huffed, crossing his arms in front of him. Then, he stood up.
Giving a simple wave over his shoulder, he said, "Lemme know when you're ready to go." Then, he left the kitchen, the door swinging shut behind him.
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::sleepily:: Go Isis! Hehe, she knows how to boss Malik around! And yes, his yami will be appearing in the fic, but just a little later. You caught a glimpse of him in this chapter. ::has a coughing fit:: Ugh...more tea...I may have to delay chapter seven. It will be up either this weekend or Monday, depending on my schedule and my health.
By the way, if anyone, and I mean ANYONE can get me at least ONE image of the actual card of on the Gods (Ra, Osiris or Obelisk), I will sooooooo let you design a future one/two chapater character. But card needs to be in English, or in japanese with the traslation in the e-mail. I actually have the main plot done. ^^ And...it involves three of my favorite goddesses: Hathor, Isis and Ma'at. ::waves:: But that's saying too much already! Hehe! ~LadySaturn aka Sanji