Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, but how oh HOW I wish I owned Malik...
Notes: I so glad it's almost break! Domino is on the same schedule as my school, by the way, meaning that Thursday is actually the last day, except for the fair. As soon as break starts, though, these chapters will get longer. Sware on it!
Oh, and..... Ichigo is named after Straws. Review replies at bottom!
--Eleven Days Till Christmas--
On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me two calling birds, and a partridge in a pair tree.
Or, in this case, two slippers. Glass slippers.
"FRAGILE," the box read. Of course, the tag read, "For Isis."
I smirked at Bakura, pulling the Rod from my belt loop. I raised it to the box, ready to use the Shadow Magic when...
"EEK! Ichigo-sensei! Malik-kun's got a dagger!"
And -who- was the one to rat on me? Ryuuji Otogi, of course. That idiot. Idiot Baka. (I know, I'm being repetitive.)
"Ishtar, an hour's detention after school. And give me that weapon now." Indeed, the end of the Rod was open into the dagger. I switched it down, and placed it reluctantly on Sensei's desk. Funnily enough, she didn't even have to look up from her paperwork.
"Hey," Bakura whispered angrily at me. "Why didn't you just send her to the Shadow Realm?"
"Because," I whispered rapidly in reply, "Isis would kill me."
--Eleven Days Till Christmas--
"Baku, I need your Ring again." Today, however, Bakura kept the Ring close to hiim, clutching it so tightly, that I thought it would break. In anycase, his knuckles were white.
"No." He shook his head, white-silver tresses whipping along as well. Sakily, he continued, "You let your Rod be taken, all because you are scared of your sister. How can I trust someone who's scared of his sister?!"
I sighed, closing my eyes and rubbing at my temples. "May I remind you that Isis is the only person immune to Mellenium Magic? And this is her present we're talking about, in anycase-"
"Bakura, no!" Ryou's shout jolted me, causing me to bolt upright in my seat, looking at the sight before me. Bakura, inadept in the art of unwrapping and rewrapping gifts with Shadow Magic, was trying to. Ryou, Otogi, and I watched in terror as the gift wrapping made a small "RIP" sound.
"Aw, crap, Baka! First I get my Rod confisticated, then I got detention, and I'm going to be grounded for losing the Rod and getting detention! And now... this!" I made exaggerated hand motions towards the box.
The plain, nondescript shoebox. Bakura smirked as the lid came off with a slight -pop-. Once again, we peered inside....
::--Eleven Days Till Christmas--::
"Malik!" Isis yelled.
Damn. I was half way to the stairs too. "Yeah?" I called.
Isis appeared in the doorway to the room, hands set on her waist angerily. "I recieved a call from Sakura-san again."
"You're on first name basis with my math teacher?!" It took a lot of control not to drop the shoebox I held behind my back. That would be a bad idea...
"Your sensei," Isis continued, ignoring my stupor, "Tells me that you have been loud and disruptive in class."
"Yeah, bu-"
"And -where- is the Sennen Rod?" Isis asked suddenly.
"Er..."
"Never mind," Isis snapped, cutting me off. "Sakura probably confisticated it. Now I'll have to go get it from her." Isis closed her eyes, cracking her neck. I realized that, for once, she wasn't wearing her Tauk. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open and looked me over critically. "What are you holding behind your back?"
"N-nothing," I stuttered.
Isis eyed me warily. "Fine," she snapped. "Go to your room. And for heavens sake, take a shower? You're all dirty and sweaty. It's unseemingly..." I didn't wait to hear what else she was muttering under her breath, as I had already made it half way up the stairs. On second thought, I came back down again. "Hey Isis, can I use your Tauk?"
"Room. Now!" Isis pointed. I didn't want to test my luck, so I bolted back up. Sometimes I wonder what it'd been like if Rishid hadn't gone to school...
Up in my room, I set down my bag and placed the box carefully on my desk. I flopped onto my bed, from which position I glared at the box. Who was it that wanted to give Isis presents so much?!
::--Eleven Days Till Christmas--::
"Slippers," I stated bluntly.
"Oh no, not just any slippers!" Otogi pronounced, examining one of them. (How did he get it so quick?) "They're made of glass!" As if to demonstrate, he stupidly dropped the slipper onto the table. Stupid Otogi.
"What did you do that for?!" I yelled. Shards of glass were flying everywhere, but I didn't care. I would so die if Isis heard anything of this.
There was an uproar in the lunch room, Otogi, Bakura, Ryou, and myself in the middle of it all. People were bleeding, not all to heavily, from being cut with shards. Girls were screaming. And I was yelling at Otogi.
"That was Isis'! She'll kill me if she ever finds out I destroyed her present! You are the most idiotic Baka I have ever met! Including him!" I pointed a shaky finger at Bakura.
And Ryou, for the second time in ten minutes, yelled, "Bakura, no!"
--Eleven Days Till Christmas--
"And Mr. Ishtar... I am aware that you have already been set for punishment today for bringing a weapon to school..." Bakura and Otogi snickered. The vice-principal glared at them, to which they stopped. "So you'll be suspended from the all day Christmas fair on Friday." I stared.
"I didn't do anything!" Well, there was no PROOF that I did anyway, thanks to Bakura using his Ring to clean up the smaller shards of glass. So all I was left with was three chunks of glass that were -supposed- to fit together. Could he have maybe repaired the glass shoe? No. Now the pieces don't fit, and I am lost as to how to fix the stupid thing.
Unfortunately, we were talking to the vice-principle of the school. Who, unfortunately, was the one who had confisticated the Rod in the first place. My oh so -lovely- homeroom/math teacher, Ichigo Sakura-sensei. "All -three- of you are suspended from the fair." Lucky Ryou got out of the whole mess... He ran off before anybody could see who was the center of the Lunchroom Glass Panic. Leaving me with to -helpless- bakas who probably can't count. So what if Otogi invented a game? It doesn't say he's smart, especially since he was jacking unoriginal monsters as characters in his game. Not to mention the whole "dice" concept wasn't his either. So he shouldn't get -that- much credit. "I will be seeing all of you tommorow, or, in Malik-kun's case, later today." She didn't have to say anything else to make it clear that we were to leave, as we had already gone.
::--Eleven Days Till Christmas--::
And so now, I was sitting and staring at that evil little box, wondering -How The Hell Was I Supposed To Fix The Freaking Glass Shoe?!- Calming down a little, just enough to think rationally, I decided to maybe... Sneak into Isis' room? Okay, good idea. Let's sneak into Isis' room! Oh Ra, I did not just start talking to myself, did I?
Isis' room is all nice and neat. What with creamy white sheets, and an oak bedroom set, the room looked like it was from a freaking magazine, it was so clean. So it'd be hard to get to her Tauk...
Carefully, I tiptoed over to the night table, where I guessed the Tauk would be. It wasn't. I checked the jewelry box. Nope. Is it anywhere?!
"And what are -you- doing in here, mattei?" Isis' voice sounded amused and annoyed at the same time.
"Err...." I could feel myself going crimson.
"Next time, otouto, I advise you -wait- until I leave the house to search my room." With that, Isis pinched my ear, and dragged me to my room.
"Oh, Isis!" I yelled. "I just re- Ouch! Don't pinch so hard!" Isis, finally, let go of my ear entirely. She stood at the door to my room, tapping her foot impatiently.
"It's five o'clock already, and I don't want to be late for a meeting with your teacher." Oh yes, my teacher. Ichigo-sensei. They're like, secret best friends, right? I'll bet anything they'll just sit and laugh about all the stupid things I do.
"Isis! You got another present today!" I motioned for her to follow me into my room, and pointed at the box on my desk, wrapped haphazardly.
She raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to tell me that you never opened it?"
"I didn't! It was Bakura! See? Look, the paper is torn! Yesterday when I did it, it didn't even -look- messed up, did it?" I clamped a hand over my mouth. Isis smirked at me.
I didn't know she had such an evil smirk, and I'm her mattei! She walked over, however, and cooly flipped open the lid. "One slipper."
"Don't ask me! I wasn't the one who sent it!" I fidgeted with a button on my school uniform. Who did send it anyways?
"I wasn't asking. One slipper. What happened to the other one?" Isis tapped a finger against the glass.
"Errr.. There was only one!" I blurted. "There was only one slipper in the box!"
"Mmhm..." Isis murmured, obviously not believing me.
"It's true!" I watched fearfully as Isis regarded the shoe. She sat down at my desk and slipped the shoe on her right foot. It fit perfectly.
"Wow..." Isis murmurred. Wow indeed. The glass sparkled all pretty-like on her foot. It looked... pretty.
But soon, the slipper came off, and Isis, holding it gracefully in her hands, locked me in my room. "The timer on your desk will release your key at seven," she told me from outside the door, "At which time you -will- go to the kitchen and eat stew." She didn't even really have to say this. She'd already done this before. It's not like I don't know how to trick the timer. "And I got a new timer."
Dammit! "Alright, oneesan! Have lots and lots of fun!"
"Your sarcasm is unwarranted." I listened as Isis' footsteps faded away.
--Eleven Days Till Christmas--
((TBC))
REVIEWS!! Hee hee....
Misura: Glad you liked! The whole Shadow Magic thing seemed much more funny talking about it outloud though, somehow.
Satine: I took your advice, see. It's not Seto. And Mandark, dying is bad.
angelinahieiscuz: Yes, I HAD too.... because, first of all, I only had one chapter. But I'm updating every day, see?
Funky Egyptian: Isis/peggy, huh? well, out of luck there. I don't really like him, as evidenced by lack of fics of his name MENTIONED... He scares me, actually...
Sami: Umm... I just said in the author's note that it wouldn't be isis/seto, just cuz Straws caught onto the clues (which were in turn deleted from the story....) I'm trying not to make the person to obvious.