Time cross
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Chapter Three:
-Akefia-
I frown at the unconscious form on the sofa and turn slightly to the right to stare at the Rii-uu boy who sits beside my future-self. He looks so innocent and like one of these children who couldn't harm a fly. Now imagine such a person hauling a more dangerous version of himself around like nothing. It was shocking. I will never look at cute, little kids the same way.
However, the problem at hand wasn't a pacifist-looking boy but myself. Man, if I had known before that this round, little things would be such good weapons I would have used them sooner. Not to forget this masses of stuck-together paper. Just one hit and my future-self was out cold. Heh, somehow it was fun hurtling things at each other and for once not carrying about the freaking Pharaoh and his even freakier priests. But let me tell you it wasn't fun having Rii-uu scowling at you and being all intimidating while dragging a look-alike around like he was nothing more than a piece of meat. A small piece of meat. A piece of meat the size your head. What does this kid to his arm muscles and how does he cover his strength up?
Before I can go further down to the mysteries of bodybuilding, my future-self (What was his name again? Baa-kuua?) rolls slightly to the side and –yes, you bet right- falls down the couch.
MUWAHAHAHAHAHA!
Yes, I am a bastard. A sadistic bastard that can even laugh over his own future-self getting hurt. Only I do it inside. People would start to look at me in a strange way if I would race down the streets laughing like a maniac. Not that I don't do that sometimes anyway. It creeps the Pharaoh's guards really out and I have my fun. Kill two flies with one stone.
Anyways, my future-self sits now on the floor, holding his maybe aching head and seems ready to pass out any seconds but mumbles with his at-the-moment-un-scarier version. Then he turns to me and glares death and daggers at me before he actually speaks.
"You!", he says accusingly.
I just blink back and wait patiently.
"-are an absolute asshole! Because of you I have to clean up the living-room now! You would deserve it to get first captured, then tortured and then eaten by one of these hyenas that call themselves fan-girls! What did you think chucking a damn lexicon at me? Did you actually want me to cross the Jordan?"
Should I have any free-time here I have to remind myself to find a poor, innocent soul to choke out what a fan-girl is and what "cross the Jordan" is supposed to mean. However, my future-self isn't done ranting yet.
"And do you know how freaking that hurt? IT STILL HURTS AND DAMN YOU AND YOUR NON-EXISTENT FACIAL EXPRESSION! SHOW AT LEAST REGRET BEFORE I TAKE ONE OF THESE BALLS AND SHOVE IN UP YOUR NOSE! FUCKING REVENGE-OBSESSED FREAK!"
"I AM NOT REVENGE-OBSESSED, YOU WHINY IDIOITC! WHY DON'T YOU RUN TO MOMMY SO SHE CAN GIVE YOU BACKUP?"
"FIRST: I DON'T WHINE! SECOND: I WOULD NEVER EVER RUN TO A WOMAN FOR HELP, GET IT? THIRD: I DON'T EVEN HAVE A MUM, YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT BEST YOU AMNESIE SUFFERING MANIAC!"
"NEWSFLASH, YOU ARE A BLOODY MANIA-"
"STOOOOOOOOOOOOOP IT!"
My throat hurts. And my ears hurt from that incredible screech the little one just made. I didn't understand what he screeched, so. Maybe I can find a translator so I don't have to stare dumbly at him every time he says something. Wait. I already have a translator. He is standing right in front of me, scowling happily and stubbornly crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"What did he say?", I ask him calmly.
"What do you care?", he spits back with distaste in his voice.
One of my eyes begins to twitch.
"Maybe because it mostly concerns me and he seems to be the most mature person around at the moment. Right after me."
"You are just a knife-wielding badass who tries to defeat the Pharaoh and fails every time."
"Oh, and you already defeated him, I guess? You just got 3000 years, I mean."
It is fun watching him going in angered-lobster mood in one second straight but he says nothing and only stars at me. And stars. And stars. Hey, was that just a dust particle falling down between us? Entertainment is really going down the train here…
-Seth-
I swear, if this incompetent copy of mine doesn't stop sometimes like…now, I will make sure to drop more than a hint on his head. Like this nice polished vase on this interesting looking table to my right. Never mind it is the double size of his head and I can easily send him to La-La-Land if I want to. Or make a nasty, bloody head wound. But then his little…whatever the black-haired kid is would likely kill me with his bare hands. Thank you, I have future plans and they don't involve blood over the carpet.
So I just hit him again with my road and scamper of to the furthest room away from them I can find. Gods, if you hear me, make him tumble down the stairs or something like that so everybody will be busy with him and let me rest in peace. I hear curses and a crack, followed with a wail of agony. Oooooops. The Gods seem to like me today.
-Ishizu-
Always keeping an eye on Mana I lead her and Isis to the guests' room. The little girl seems to be on sugar or something, bouncing around and touching everything. Including my little brother.
Twitch.
If it wasn't for Malik's fast reactions she would have molested him right then and there.
Twitch. Twitch.
I mentioned already that I am in overprotective-big-sister mood at the moment, didn't I? Lucky him and Mana, Malik kept away and I am sure as hell won't tell this hyperactive bunny where his room is. Maybe I can find a solution together with Odeon once he came back from his vacation. When it comes to Malik he is as overprotective as I and he is sure as hell not so nice to make sure he is safe. I just remember this girl who tried to date Malik against his will ending with a concussion thanks to Odeon. Not that my little brother can't take care of himself, he has Marik after all as some kind of guardian angel. And even without his darker half he could kick everybody's ass, see Battle City. But he seems to have problems with telling girls "No!" Good he has me and Odeon.
-Atemu-
After some time Yami went back into the puzzle to make place for Yugi and the little boy showed me where I am going to sleep. We have some language's problems but they both seem to be very friendly.
A cup full of cold tea stands on the table besides me while I sit on the coach Yugi prepared for me to sleep. It is night and Yugi and his grandfather have gone to sleep long ago.
Sighing I lean back into the cushions and enjoy their softness. I am more and more astonished by the wonders human will invent in the future. It's just so…great.
Bzzzzz.
My eyes snap open and I slowly sit up to search for the annoying fly that buzzes around.
Bzzzzzzzzz.
There it is, flying drunkenly not a hand span over the floor. Without thinking I leap off the couch. The hunt is on.
-Seth-
I know I should feel guilty, but DAMN, it feels so good walking around not having to fear a look-alike who wants to force you in strange clothes and only babbles in a funny language. Seto and Mokuba (I am not that dense that I wouldn't be able to remember their names, even if they are foreign.) are in Seto's bedroom, trying to stop the nosebleed of the older sibling. He nearly broke his nose when he stumbled over a stair he had never seen before and landed face first into the remains of a rose-bush. I bet it had been funny to watch. Maybe I should thank the Gods properly once I found a safe corner.
-Akefia-
I am annoyed.
I am in a murderous mood.
I am…cleaning.
Here I stand, great King of Thieves, with my famous red coat gone and me dusting things off. I don't know how it happened. I would have sure as hell fought nail and teeth to prevent such a fate but Ryou seems to have powers I have never heard about before. At least I am not the only one who has to clean, Ryou dragged my future-self into it, too. Hah, Revenge is sweet!
-Bakura-
I swear, if Akefia chunks another dust-bunny at me, I will kill him!
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