Chaos Guardian Sethros
Don't worry! They'll come back! I just need to figure out how to get them back from their Mind Crushed state… Two chapters (including this one) left! I'm excited. n-n
Darkmistressofyaoi
XP Pharaoh-baka must burn, ne? And don't worry, our(sorry, but you and everyone has got to share X3) bishies will totally be back! . /blanches at the fist/ Yikes. X-x Thanks for the review and the rating! Here's the chapper-ma-lappers!
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Yes, very funny! I mean…I think all violence that isn't directed towards me and the people (and bishies!) I lubb is funny! Go Yuugi-kun! You punch his lights out! . /cheers/ Here's the next chapter! Thanks for reviewing!
NubianQueen413
I love reading your reviews. XP I was wondering if I should break his nose, but I decided against it. X-x Oooh- someone clapped! YAY! I've converted you to Yami Hatism! No need to thank me. /bows/ O-O I am strange…/cough/ Yeah, Seto messed up, but he made it up to Yuugi by punching da Yammers. Yay Seto-kun! Here's the next chapter! Thanks for reviewing!
Emma
I'm not done yet. I know, I know, you want me to get off the stage (what stage? O-O) and die and never come back, but…y'know, what can I do? XP But thanks for the enthusiasm!
DreamCherry66
Ooooh- another long review! Yay! Ryou stabbing Yami, eh…? Well the stab-ation-goodness is…good! Malik going psycho (no matter how psycho he already is! X3 MALIK: …) would be so cool… /visions appear in head, where there's lots of blood because Ryou is spreading his stabby-goodness, and Yami crying because Malik is screaming and throwing rare china at him (why is there rare china in a bar?)/ Well, that could have been a good idea, but (although I never mentioned it -.-) Bakura and Marik had slowly drifted away from their hikaris, and are no longer granted entrance into their lights' soul rooms, and cannot use their links. Poor them. X-x
Slave Of Darkness
/gulp/ D-dart b-b-board? Gosh darn it. XP They'd probably be poison-tipped, and as pointy as…something really pointy. Thanks! I was sorta scared at the long-ness of the paragraphs here in Word… /shies away/ It's like BAM! Torture! n-n I usually don't write a person-centered angst, or anything. Just vague hints, and yeah… You could have replaced Ryou with Malik and it would be Malik angst! YAY! Long reviews are pwnin', so yeah!
Warnings: Uhh…let me think…HORRIBLE, MUSHY, TOO-FAR-FETCHED-TO-EVER-COME-OUT-OF-A-NORMAL-PERSON'S-MOUTH FEELINGS! MUHAHAHA! I'm done. n-n
/ - With The Stupid Idiot I Like to Torture - /
Jou and Honda tried to pull him back onto his feet, but he brushed them off with difficulty, crimson blotting his face. He pulled himself back up on his own and wobbled over to his hikari. "Why, Yuugi?" he asked wearily, wiping all the blood from his face so that he was presentable.
Yuugi glared at him. "You know why, pharaoh," he growled. "You deserved that punch as much as you deserve to die miserably in a rotting death!"
Yami cringed invisibly. "Not that. Why…are you leaving?"
Yuugi laughed darkly. "Why am I leaving? Are you that dense that you don't even know?" He didn't wait for an answer and continued on. "Of course you are," he stated airily. "How stupid of me to ask that… Anyway, even you should still know that."
Yami took this into consideration. "I-I do… But aibou-" Yuugi growled again. "-they were speaking of you in the most appalling way! Th-they said that…they…they…said that they….that you… That you…and that thief…together… And he said you…"
"Spit it out already, bakayarou!" Yuugi spat, impatient with Yami's stuttering.
"Hesaidthatyouandhimslepttogether," Yami said quickly, sputtering the words in an almost incoherent way.
But Yuugi heard. And, to his confusion, he laughed. "Only you would believe that," he said in an almost jolly way. "You're a hoot. And an idiot. He was drunk. Did you know that?"
"…Drunk?"
"Yes." His voice was hard and unemotional again. "You know, like when you got intoxicated the night you got your own body? And all of you-" He directed this to Jou, Honda, and Anzu, Ryou, and Malik. "-left the club we were at to escort him home? And left me there, at our booth, with those drunk, disgusting men? And left me to walk home, alone, at eleven o'clock, through the 'bad part of town'? And left me to get mugged by some stupid lurking gang? And left me there, nearly bleeding to death?" He gave a frigid bark of laughter. "And when I stumbled into the house, you punched me, because you thought I was some sort of burglar." He didn't ask this, like he had his prior sentences, he stated it in an almost matter-of-fact way.
Yami gasped, causing his shorter, mirror image to emit another acidic chuckle. "Didn't know that, did you, pharaoh? Don't remember that night, do you?"
Yami only shook his head, unable to say that he had remembered.
Looking back at my I see that I
Never really got it right
I never stopped to think of you
I'm always wrapped up in things I cannot win
"I didn't think so. Now unfreeze this place and let me leave."
"Let you leave?" Yami asked skeptically. "I can't do that, Yuugi. You are my hikari. Light cannot survive without Darkness, and Darkness cannot survive without Light."
"You say that as if it's true," Yuugi said cynically. "But you and I both know that is complete and utter bullshit. In reality, light can survive. Darkness only blots out the purity of light." A hard glare directed at the ancient pharaoh made him cringe again. "And light will forever flourish without the black of the Shadows…"
"Don't be silly, Yuugi. Of course Light and Darkness both need each other. One cannot survive without the other," Yami repeated.
"Then you should have thought about Ryou and Malik before you Mind Crushed Marik and Bakura. They're Lights, are they not?"
Hn. Yami had never thought of it like that.
"Gee…if you wanted to spite and destroy my life, you should learn not to start killing off your own friends. So if your survival theory is true, then wouldn't Ryou and Malik die?"
Yami thought. "They're not going to die," he said simply.
"Then neither will you or I. Live with it."
"But Yuugi. You can't go! You're only seventeen. How will you live out there…running wild in California?"
"I'll have my ways, and I'll have my connections," Yuugi said brusquely, turning. "If your petty apologies, stutters, and commands are quite through, I should be going now."
"Nuh-uh, Yuugi," Yami said sternly. "I told you that you're not leaving Domino."
"And I told you that I am. Now unfreeze the airport or I'll have to do it myself."
"Do it yourself? Aibou, I don't believe you can do that. After all, I am the pharaoh, and the Master of the Shadows." (What did that have anything to do with anything? O-O)
What I really meant to say
Is I'm sorry for the way I am
I never meant to be so cold
Never meant to be so cold…
What I really meant to say
Is I'm sorry for the way I am
I never meant to be so cold
Never meant to be so cold…
Scoffing, Yuugi snapped his fingers. The world unfroze. (Yeah, randomness, randomness, why art thou randomness…here? He suddenly has the ability. The end.) "You learn things when you hang out with a thief and a klepto," he said simply. "Especially when the thief knows his magical abilities as well as his thieving ones. Good-bye, Yami, good-bye everyone. I hope to never see you, any of you, ever again." He sounded cheerfully bitter.
"No, Yuugi! Please, please don't!" Yami said this quietly, hoping not to attract any attention. People were already staring at him- or more specifically at the dried blood splattered all over his face. "Just tell me, Yuugi. Tell me what you want. I've said I'm sorry, I've said I was bad. What do you want? I'll give you anything. I'll give you a gift! Anything, Yuugi, anything!"
Yuugi didn't turn to face Yami again. Instead, he spoke placidly, emotions and feelings bottled up. "Sometimes the best gift is the gift of never seeing you again." And with that, he walked up to the escalator, stepping onto it and letting it whisk him away. (I DO NOT OWN THIS QUOTE. I ripped it off from House! Y'know…that hospital show on channel 11. He's so funny, and sarcastic…and one assy, cynical doctor. Heh heh… My point is…I do not own this quote!)
Yami stood frozen (not literally Xp).
"Well," Anzu's voice came, "go after him!" (Isn't it strange how NONE of them talked throughout the entire conversation? X3)
Yami looked back at the group uncertainly. "Should I?" he asked.
"No," Malik stated bluntly. Honda shuffled his feet, Jou shrugged, Ryou looked down, and Anzu looked determined.
"No," Ryou said finally, agreeing with Malik. "What he said…Yuugi… You should give him some time. And if he can match your powers, and break the frozen thing you did to the airport, I wouldn't want to see him blow up if you keep…stalking him…" (Crazy, stalking Yami... /sigh/)
Yami took this into account. "I-I guess you're right… I'll wait…a while before going after him, then…"
I never really wanted you to go
So many things you should have known
I guess for me there's no hope
I never meant to be so cold
Cold by Crossfade
(Do you really think I wrote any of that? XP Me does not own.)
/ - Memoir, Kaiba Mokuba - /
I don't believe it. I don't believe anything, really. It's as if my life is a…tragic fairy tale. My life. Now that's an…elaborate…subject, so to say. The chapters of my past go on and on, filled with heartbreak, conspiracy, joys, and as unusual as it is, magic. Seto always said magic was all mumbo jumbo, but now I, now both of us, believe it's kind of…plausible, when you think about it. I mean, there's the whole Yami, Egyptian, Sennen Item thing going on…
But the last few months have been the most intricate of my life, give or take a few events. Why, you ask? Because I've made two unexpected…acquaintances? No, there's a stronger word for them. Do I dare say it? Friends? Well, I've said it. I've made two dubious amities (That's the old title. XP Yay!). Ryou and Malik's yamis, Bakura and Marik. You may be asking, why would Mokuba Kaiba, younger brother of Seto Kaiba, CEO of Kaiba Corp, befriend two sadistic, maybe even insane, darks?
They saved my life. (Oooohh…so sagely! Heh heh… These author's notes really ruin the moments. -.- I'll stop now. Bye-bye.)
.x: Flashback :x.
Mokuba frowned. "Seto, why don't you just go make some friends? They're really reaching out to you, but you just act all cold towards them and push them away."
It was the night after the entire Atlantis-sinking event. Everyone who wasn't Seto had gone to some club. As usual, he declined- coldly- and left immediately.
Seto didn't turn. Instead, the click clack click of laptop keys quickened as the raven-haired boy's brother continued typing. "No, Mokuba. I don't need their friendship. I have a company to run, and geeks to eschew."
The frown deepened. "They're not geeks and you know it," he said sternly. "Now go unfurl yourself from that cold, little cocoon of yours and make some friends."
Seto gave an unfitting bark of laughter. "Don't try to act stern with me, like that, Mokie," he said, still sniggering. "You know I'm the man." (O-O A little OOCness…)
Mokuba sighed. Sometimes, his brother was one heck of a stubborn butt. "I'm going out for a walk, Seto. I'll be back in half an hour."
"Aw, c'mon, Mokuba," Seto said soothingly. "I was just kidding- even though I am the man."
"…" Mokuba couldn't stay mad at his brother. "I know you are, onii-san," he said finally. "I just need some air to think…" And so the second heir of Kaiba Corp stepped out of he and his brother's estate and out into the street.
The frosty wind bit at his skin, making him shudder and grateful that he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt. The only lights in the block were the tall, green posts at the corners of the sidewalks. Moths and other fluttering insects of the night, entranced by the flickering luminosity, danced around the sheltered bulb.
Soon, the young Kaiba was completely out of the neighborhood. He had reached town, and the rest of civilization. There were tons of shops and buildings, including Burger Worlds, the Kaiba Corporation building, and random business structures. He marveled at all the city lights, seeing an almost Paris-like twinkle in his very own hometown of Domino.
What did he really want to get away from? Nothing, really. But this little stroll through the town was truly refreshing. Mokuba smiled good-naturedly and stuffed his hands into his pockets.
The sudden squeal of screeching tires filled the air, making Mokuba jump in surprise. Loud, wailing sirens followed, screaming their warning of the mad chase. Mokuba backed further into the brick wall behind him as he surveyed the road before him. With its exhaust pipe smoking, one very old, sad-looking car squealed by, its rubber tires marking the concrete. A panda police car skidded after it, blue and red rolling and wailing loudly.
By the looks of it, the criminal's car was waaayyy in the lead. It was at least seven or eight shops ahead of the cop car, and was gaining speed after each passing second.
Tires shrieked as the old car started to lose its speed. Mokuba vaguely wondered why, when the passenger's door was flung open, extracting a tall, but scrawny man from its shadowed insides. He looked around, his neck twisting around at the speed of an owl, until his foggy, brown eyes latched with Mokuba's gray.
Without leading his own feet, Mokuba took a subconscious step back, his back flat against the wall.
"Uh-uh," the man said quickly. "You come with us." He made a rush for Mokuba and dragged him into the still-moving car. It was a huge surprise that the police still hadn't caught up yet.
Mokuba squirmed, but stopped when the cold, steel barrel of a gun was pressed against the side of his head.
"COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP OR WE WILL HAVE TO RESORT TO VIOLENCE!" came the police's warning through a (one of those funnel-shaped thingies that make your voice really loud- whaddaya call 'em?).
The man holding the gun to Mokuba's head used his free hand to dial a few numbers into a cell phone beside him. "We've got a hostage, coppies, you can't shoot us." He laughed cruelly, shoving the barrel harder into Mokuba's head, making him cry out in pain.
The cops must of heard Mokuba through the connection. "OKAY. FINE. DON'T SHOOT ANYONE. WE CAN TALK THIS OUT."
The man and the driver laughed. "Talk this out?" the man said into the phone. "Hah!"
BANGERS-MALANGERS
A small, whirring bullet hit the side mirror of the car, shattering it.
"Aw HELL no," the man with the gun said angrily. "Those fuckers don't know when to give up. Well, say sayonara, little boy." The trigger clicked as the man slowly began to pull it. "Well, coppies," he said into the cell phone, "we warned you. Now this little boy right here- well, let's just say I'll need to open the windows, because his brains'll go splattering everywhere!"
"STOP!"
Mokuba shivered. "Iie…onegai… Stop," he pleaded.
"Damare!" the man snapped. "I'm holding the gun here, shorty. You're in no position to make the orders here."
SCREEE! The car screeched to a halt, making the man and Mokuba, who was in a headlock, lean forward and hit their heads on the backs of the driver/passenger seats.
"Damn it!" the man yelled angrily at the driver. "Why the HELL did you stop, you ninny? Afraid? Backin' out?"
"Shut up, you. There's something out in the road!"
"You're telling me you can shoot three people, but you can't run over someone?"
"It's…not human!"
"Yeah, and it's so much easier to run over a dog. Now. GO!"
"But it—" The driver yelled loudly as the windshield before him shattered. The whole car seemed to flatten, breaking every other window, making the three people in the car freeze. "Something's attacking the car. It's like some sort of monster!"
Mokuba thought quickly. Risk trying to escape, only to be confronted by some sort of monster outside? Or stay inside the car and eventually die because the madmen have guns? He took the first choice.
Quickly wriggling from the gunman's limp and shocked grip, he flipped himself out of the car window (thank Kami-sama he was still young and small), wincing slightly as the jagged glass sliced through his long sleeves. He fell onto the road on his back and stood up automatically. Where the hell were the police? (I know, huh? XP Where are they…?)
"Men!" He heard yelling. "Retreat! They've got some sort of monster on their side!"
"No! Someone go get backup!"
Darn it! Mokuba thought to himself. They're running away! They think the monster that attacked us is the crooks' ally!
Oh well. There was nothing Mokuba could do against brain-dead cops who thought a monster who smashed the crooks' car was their ally. He began to run towards the police vehicles.
"Not so fast, squirt." An arm wrapped around Mokuba's neck again. "Think you can run away? Well you can't. Why don't we feed you to the beast, eh?"
"Lemme go," Mokuba snarled, squirming again. It wasn't until the cool metal of a gun pressed against his temple that he stopped.
The trigger clicked again (I don't know how guns work, so…sorry. Did I just write that Mokuba was shot? Or that it made that clicking noise right before you shoot someone?). "Hm, didn't think so." The man swung him around to face the horrible creature that had wrecked the car.
Mokuba gasped in a petrified recognition. The bug-like creature's glowing, lantern eyes glared at the crooks, dull green, armoured body trembling in an evident gesture of bloodlust. Horrible blade-like talons protruded from the beast's armoured feet and hands, swiping threateningly at the air around it. The Man-Eater Bug tossed its silver-horned head back as it shrieked with a vengeance.
The driver of the car was already running down the street, past the Bug, screaming and flailing his arms madly.
The gunman scoffed. "Wuss," he muttered to himself as he surveyed the monster unfalteringly. "Well, say hello to Monster-san!"
"Hello, Monster-san," said a voice directly behind the duo. Mokuba shivered at how close and familiar the sadistic voice was. Such distortion in what a regular voice would sound like.
"What?" the man turned, only to be greeted by a bronze fist smashing into his face. "Ahckk!"
He dropped Mokuba, who landed on his feet, and held his face in agony.
Marik, the owner of the distorted voice and dark fist, grinned down at Mokuba and recited, "Man-Eater Bug. Flip effect: destroys one monster on the field regardless of position."
Mokuba was lost for words. "T-t-thank you…" he stammered, surprised that the man who one tried to kill Yuugi, Yami, Seto, and every other duelist on the blimp at Battle City, had just saved his life.
But the Man-Eater Bug was not his specialty…
"Hey, it's Kaiba's brat," came a very distinct voice from atop the beast's back. Mokuba couldn't comprehend why he hadn't seen him earlier. The pure snow-white, spiked-up hair of the crimson-eyed darkness had a sort of magical glow to it in the black of night.
"Bakura?" Mokuba asked. "Is that thing…yours?"
"Yup," Bakura said proudly, patting the Bug as it…cooed.
"Is it—are you gonna sick it on me…?" he asked.
Marik laughed and placed his arm around Mokuba's shoulders. For some reason, he felt no strange flittering or prickle of danger at the Egyptian's gesture. "Of course not, Kuba-chan." (Stupid, silly name for Mokuba-chan. XP)
Mokuba arched an eyebrow. "Why?" he asked curiously.
"You're my bestest buddy in the whole entire world!" Marik chirped cheerfully, glomping Mokuba as Bakura laughed his ass off.
Little did Mokuba know, Marik was only half-kidding. Because of course, Bakura was Marik's 'bestest buddy in the whole entire world,' and as Mokuba would later learn, Yuugi had become his 'bestest buddy in the whole world.' So that made Mokuba his 'bestest buddy in the world.' Go figure, huh?
.x: End flashback :x.
I can't get past the fact that Yami had Mind Crushed them. I know that Seto-nii forbids me to swear, but…he's not here, and he can't hear my thoughts… What the fucking hell was that bastard thinking? Had he gone senile over the past 5000 years? Had he gone insane and attacked them for no apparent reason?
I shuffle over to Seto-nii and stare into his cerulean pools of neutral uninterest. "Onii-san," I say cautiously. I know that he's crushed by the…Crushing, too. Bakura and Marik were some of his closest friends- because he doesn't have many, dare I say it- and now they're gone. I doubt he wants anyone to know, but he's really protective over us: Yuugi, Bakura, Marik, and me. He pays for Bakura and Marik's schoolbooks when they lose or…destroy their books, and he also gets them out of jams with the…law.
But now they're gone forever, and Yuugi's left for California. We have a summer home over there (we offered it to him, but he politely repudiated, deciding to do some things on his own), and we hope to visit him sometime. I just wonder how everyone's doing, and how they'll keep up. Yuugi really relied on them for 'friendly' times neither Seto-nii nor I could give him; Seto-nii had really opened up to them (he even gave them their own rooms), and without them, I would have most probably died. So…that's my account for their friendship. What's yours? (Probably filled with bishies, ne? n-n)
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
Killah: Thazz Mokuba's memoir. B00m!
Mokuba: Yay! I'm important- the whole second half of the chapter is centered on me!
Seto: . /is currently glaring at Killah/ You nearly killed my brother.
Gunman: Nuh-uh, that was me. n-n
Killah: Yeah, blame him, Seto.
Mokuba: . /looking at gunman/ Hey, aren't you that guy from the Midori restaurant?
Gunman: I got fifty dollars bonus for appearing here in this fic! n-n
3,287 words. Va-va-voom! Not as long as its prior…
I do not own COLD by CROSSFADE. I did not take it as my own, merely borrowed it. n-n Don't delete my story, T-T
The seventh and final chapter is up next! Watch out for Epilogue: Growth.
Poll: What do you want me to do with Ryou and Malik? (Everyone loves these two bishies n-n I can't let them rot with Yami's dream team...unless you vote for me to!)
A- Leave them both with Yami's dream team
B- Make them both make up with Yuugi
C- Pick ..:fill in the blank with one of those bishies:.., un-Yami-fy him, and re-Yuugi-fy him! (You pick which bishy!)
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