~*~*~
Bow: *sniffles, sputter* Poor Yami...
Dragon: Yup, she's still in that severe state of depression. So, I think I'll have to take over the story, now. Okay, here it goes:
Everyone had lots of sex and lived happily ever after ^^.
Bow: Poor Ya-.... *blinks* WHAT THE HELL?!
Dragon: I thought that would snap her out of it.
Bow: How dare you!!! *tackles Dragon, trying to strangle her*
Dragon: *blinks* What are you doing? You can't even get your hands around my neck! I'm a dragon! *shakes her head* Ra-sama...
Bow: *stops trying to choke Dragon, crossing her arms over her chest* Fine... Well, I guess I should start this chapter, ne?
Dragon: Hai, you should.
Bow: Don't tell me what to do! *grumbles*
Dragon: Fine, just sit here moping...
Bow: *glares at her* Just 'cause of that, I'm going to start the chapter! :P
Dragon: *walks over to readers* Gotta love reverse psychology. ^_______^
~*~*~
Ryou closed the front door of his home behind him quietly, fingers curled around the strap of his backpack that was slung over his shoulder. He looked around cautiously for any sign of his parents. His father was home, for the time being, and that only meant one thing: fights. He crept along the hallway, footfalls silent on the plush carpet. Then he squeezed his eyes tight as the first screams echoed down the walls. He loved his mother, and he loved his father, but together, they were the one thing he hated the most. Many times had he heard threats of divorce, but it never came. His father was gone so often that it would only be an extra hassle that neither of them needed.
Ryou ran the rest of the way to his bedroom, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He slammed his bedroom door behind him, throwing his backpack across the room before crossing his arms over his chest, sliding his back along his door before coming to a halt as he met the floor. He buried his face in his arms, curling up as tightly as he could against the yells that still came to his ears. He sobbed heavily into the sleeves of his sweater, white hair spilling over his shoulders.
"Ryou? What's wrong?" Bakura asked him, appearing before the huddled form, Ryou's sobs audible even inside his soul room.
Ryou hiccupped, lifting his face from his arms so that his soft brown eyes looked up at the worried yami. Tears rolled delicately down his pale cheeks like crystal beads, leaving silvery trails in their wakes.
"Ryou..." Bakura murmured gently, falling down to his knees and opening his arms to the smaller version of himself.
Fresh tears streamed from Ryou's eyes and he crawled into Bakura's arms, clutching to him desperately. He couldn't live without the older boy anymore. He thrived on Bakura's smiles, touches, kisses, embraces, words... He didn't know what he would do without him. He had helped him so much... "B-Bakura... W-would you e-ever leave m-me?" Ryou asked him, hiccupping with every other word.
"What..? No, never, Ryou. Not ever. What made you think I ever would?" Bakura murmured soothingly, rubbing his love's back. "Is... this because of your mother and father...?"
Ryou nodded into Bakura's chest. "They always yell when they're together..." Ryou paused, tears soaking Bakura's sweater. "And you... yell at me, sometimes... Mom and Dad always threaten to leave when they yell... Will you ever do that to me?"
"No! Don't EVER think that, Ryou. You are, and will always be my one and only hikari. I love you. Even those in love yell when they get mad. And just because I yell, doesn't mean I'm yelling at you, or that I'm mad at you. That's just how I express anger and frustration, Ryou..." Bakura explained.
Ryou looked up at him from his arms. "Really...?" He asked quietly.
Bakura smiled weakly, eyes glistening with stubborn tears, unwilling to be shed. "Really, Love," he whispered, bringing his face carefully down to Ryou's, brushing his lips along the hikari's in a feather-like manner.
Ryou, out of a surge of need, pressed his lips firmly to Bakura's in a bruising kiss. Bakura broke away from the kiss, looking down into Ryou's soft brown eyes. He brought his lips to his hikari's cheeks, kissing his tears away gently. A sweet, salty taste touched his tongue as the teardrops slid into his mouth.
"Ryou... I love you," Bakura whispered, running his fingers through Ryou's white hair.
"I-I love you too..." Ryou mumbled, closing his eyes as Bakura continued to kiss the tears he shed away.
~*~*~ Oh! Oh! LEMON! *hops up and down happily* Look look! See! Another one!!!~*~*~
Bakura slid his hands under the back of Ryou's shirt, fingers caressing the hikari's silky skin. His gentle touches sent a chill up the younger boy's spine, and Ryou clutched to Bakura desperately. Bakura loosed himself from the younger's grip long enough to pull off Ryou's sweater, discarding it on the floor before lifting him from the ground and carrying him over to his bed. The yami soon shed his own sweater, flesh against flesh as he bore down over his hikari, kissing him feverently. A weak moan of want escaped Ryou's lips, which made Bakura even more eager. As the darker half began his decent from Ryou's lips down his neck, the remainder of their clothing seemed to disappear, and Bakura couldn't remember what had actually happened to their clothes.
As Bakura's hands slid down to Ryou's hips, he felt small fingers curl around his wrists. He focused his eyes upon Ryou's, panting heavily. Both of them were drunk with want, and it was difficult to focus on each other. "R-Ryou... What is it?" Bakura managed to grunt.
"D-did you mean what you said?" Ryou asked.
"Every word," Bakura told him.
The hikari released the yami's wrists, nodding slightly.
"Are you sure, Ryou? We can stop now... You don't have to do anything you don't want to..." Bakura mumbled. He wanted to take the boy now, but, despite his harsh nature, he didn't want to force Ryou into anything he didn't want to do.
"I'm sure," Ryou told him. He knew what he was in for; the short burst of pain, but then the surge of pleasure afterwards. Bakura had told him before... This would be their first time...
"Ready?" Bakura asked.
"Yes."
Bakura plunged himself into the thin boy, capturing his lips with his own to muffle the scream of pain that was released into his mouth. Ryou couldn't be allowed to scream... not with his parents still in the house.
Ryou let out a gasp of surprise as a flood of pleasure cascaded over him, the pleasure erupting into fiery explosions as Bakura pulled back slightly and plunged himself deeper into the hikari's body. Ryou moaned heavily into Bakura's mouth as the yami explored his lover's mouth hungrily. Bakura didn't wait to ask the younger boy if he was all right before slamming into Ryou again, moaning in sync with Ryou. Soon, a steady rythym was set up between the pair, and Ryou arched his back to meet Bakura's thrusts, bucking his hips as he continued to moan and yell into his yami's mouth. Bakura began to shake with exhaustion, and he could feel something building up inside of him. It was fighting to escape, and soon he came into Ryou with a loud moan of pleasure. Ryou, too, came onto their stomachs, feeling Bakura pull out of him, collapsing next to him on the bed.
~*~*~ Okay kiddies! Back to the stuff you can read!!!~*~*~
Bakura gathered Ryou into his arms, drawing the bedcovers over their naked forms. Ryou pressed against Bakura, resting his head on his yami's chest as the older boy held him as close as possible.
"Don't ever think that I would leave you, Ryou," Bakura whispered, but his words were met with only slow, soft breaths. Ryou had fallen asleep...
Bakura smiled, closing his eyes as he rested his chin on the top of Ryou's head.
~*~*~
Bow: Okay... so, I have a Seto/Jou lemon left to do, hai?
Dragon: Hai! *grins brightly*
Bow: Aren't you the cheery one?
Dragon: ^_____________^
Bow: *sighs* She always gets this way after a lemon. It's like catnip for dragons.
Dragon: *^___________________^*
Bow: Dragon, do you like Anzu?
Dragon: *growls angrily*
Bow: *grins* That's what I thought. *holds out an Anzu plushie* Look! Dragon! *tosses the plushie* Go get it!
Dragon: *pounces on the plushie, ripping it to shreds and then charring the scraps*
Bow: Yup, if any of you feel this way about Anzu, you'll love the next scene! ^_________^ Too bad the other characters like her... *sighs unhappily* Oh well...
~*~*~
Anzu Masaki gathered up her schoolbooks, waving a silent goodbye to her friends which she had stayed after school to study with. They were some of her female friends, as the others -Yugi, Yami, Ryou, Bakura, Jou, and Seto- weren't too big into studying. She stepped outside, looking up at the orange sky as the sun began its slow decent below the horizon. She clutched her books to her chest, her backpack too small to hold anything larger then a thick novel. The guys would tease her about the impractical bag, but she ignored them.
Anzu turned down a side alleyway, as she knew that it was a shortcut back to her home. A chill wind blew around her, making her shiver before she clutched her books closer to her body. She didn't remember the alley being this... eerie. She looked around nervously, an uncanny feeling that she was being watched falling over her.
"It's just the wind..." Anzu muttered to herself.
"So sure about that?"
Anzu spun around to face the source of the voice, but she was met with an empty alleyway. Her heart pounded in her chest as she scanned her surroundings feverently.
"Kame-sama..." Anzu breathed. "Anzu, you're hearing things."
"Guess again..."
Anzu spun again, staring, once more, at nothing.
"Tell me something, Anzu..."
"W-what...?" She stuttered.
A cloaked form lunged out at her, a hand connecting with her throat. She was lifted off of her feet and slamed back into the wall behind her, books clattering onto the pavement. She stared down at the man holding her, fingers trying to pry his hand away weakly. She looked deep into the man's steely lavender eyes, trembling as she fought to breathe.
"Where is Yami?!" He demanded.
"I-I don't know!" Anzu coughed.
"Yes you do. I have seen you with him!" He growled, tightening his grip on her throat.
"N-no...!" She sputtered, fingers clawing at his hand feebly.
His eyes narrowed and she saw a glint of gold as she felt him pushing his way into her mind.
"No!" She screamed, closing off her mind from him completely.
The man growled at her. "Tell me! Or you will die!"
"Marik! Leave that girl alone!"
Marik turned, lavender eyes fixing on a woman, dressed in white with a golden necklace at her throat. The Millennium Necklace...
"Ishizu!" He growled, taking his hand from Anzu's throat.
Anzu breathed a sigh of relief, waiting for the impact of her feet hitting the ground... which never came. She opened her eyes, clawing at the invisible hand that held her against the wall.
Marik looked back over at the struggling girl. "You know too much now, and you're useless as a slave," he spat, turning back to Ishizu.
"Brother," Ishizu began.
A sickening crack came to their ears as Anzu's neck snapped. Ishizu glanced over at the girl, who was in a lifeless heap on the ground.
She looked back over at her younger brother, eyes narrowing. "You shouldn't have done that. Now the Pharaoh will seek revenge for her death."
"Do not call him Pharaoh! He enslaved us, Sister! Why do you give him your loyalty?!" Marik demanded, hood falling back to reveal long blonde hair and black markings under his lavender eyes.
"Because he is out Pharaoh! By blood and right he is our leader, and by Ra he is worthy! We would have died if he had not saved us," Ishizu exclaimed.
"I would rather have taken death then to be enslaved and made someone's property," Marik growled at his sister, hiding the Millennium Rod in the folds of his cloak.
"Then you shall get your wish, because you will die at Yami's hand if you continue on this path. I have forseen it, Brother," she warned.
"Then you have been seeing falsehoods, Sister." He spat out the word like a curse. "I will take Yami's power and become Pharaoh!"
"I do not want to see you get hurt Marik," she murmured.
"And I don't want to hurt you, Ishizu. So get out of may way and stay out of my buisness," he growled back, lifting his hood back over his head.
She stepped slowly out of his way as he brushed pat her, walking deeper into the shadows until he disappeared.
"He knows not what he does... Marik will get himself killed," Ishizu sighed, walking out into the light of the street before dissapearing into the croud along the sidewalk.
~*~*~
Bow: Whee! That was fun!
Dragon: *^______________^*
Bow: Well, so now we have our bad guy. *nod nod* And the plot thickens.... Mwahahahahaha!
Dragon: .()...
Bow: *coughs* Ahem... anyway... Back to the story...
~*~*~
Seto Kaiba ducked his head under his bed, lifting up the bedcovers to check under the large bedframe. Hmm... nothing there. He straightened up, scanning his bedroom. No, there wasn't any other kind of hiding place in there. The CEO brushed a few chocolate strands from his sapphire eyes, grumbling to himself as he stepped out of his bedroom. His head jerked towards the bathroom as he heard a distinct giggle emerge from it. Seto stalked slowly into the soft, aqua-colored tile bathroom, a wry grin crossing his lips. He stepped silently over to the shower, pulling open the curtain in a quick movement. A cry of alarm emerged from the shower as Seto wrapped his arms around a small, black-haired form, lifting him from the shower with a deep laugh.
"Found you, Mokuba!" Seto chuckled.
"Aww! No fair, Seto! You know all the good hiding places!" Mokuba exclaimed, laughing as his brother set him down on the ground and released him from his bear-hug.
"That's why I'm your big brother," Seto told him with a smile, ruffling his little brother's hair. "Come on, let's go watch TV, okay?"
"Okay!" Mokuba exclaimed, darting away from his brother as he made towards the living room.
"Mokuba!" Seto called out, chasing after the smaller boy with a laugh.
Seto followed his brother down the hallway, flopping down next to him on the couch and flipping on the television. He began scanning through channels, glancing over at Mokuba to see if anything was catching his interest.
"There's nothing on!" Mokuba cried out, sighing heavily.
"We have over seven hundred channels, Mokuba. There has to be something on!" Seto grumbled, running his fingers through his hair.
Mokuba went silent, leaning forward. "Wait, Big Brother, go back two channels."
"Okay," Seto said, flipping backwards.
It was a news broadcast: "Yesterday, a girl was found dead in an alleyway. Her neck was snapped, and there was no other sign of injury. No name has been released yet, but she was apparently a student at (input their school name here), as she was wearing a school uniform from that particular school."
"Seto, isn't that your school?" Mokuba asked quietly.
Seto nodded. "I wonder who it was..." He paused. "Well, I'll be finding out soon enough."
He would, as it was Saturday morning, and he would be returning to school on Monday.
"In other news, a man has gone missing, and no one has seen or heard from him in a few days. Anyone with any information on this missing person, please call the number on your screen," the reporter droned on, a picture of Byono Motou flashing on the screen for a few moments.
But, neither Seto or Mokuba recognised the man, and no name was given in the report. "Jeez. What's the world coming to these days?" Seto muttered darkly, lifting the remote and flipping forward a few channels.
~*~*~
Bow: Yeah... I just kinda thought I needed to bring in Mokuba, and it's just a little scene with Seto in it, as I haven't had much with him, really.
Dragon: Yeah...
Bow: Chut up... ....
Dragon: Chut?
Bow: Lemme alone. I'm too tired to put up with you...
Dragon: So go to sleep!
Bow: *grumble grumble. she stumbles away from the computer and crawls into bed*
Dragon: Sheesh! I swear, she'd never be able to live without me telling her what to do.
Bow: Chut up!
Dragon: Right... ..... So, R/R!
Bow: *sniffles, sputter* Poor Yami...
Dragon: Yup, she's still in that severe state of depression. So, I think I'll have to take over the story, now. Okay, here it goes:
Everyone had lots of sex and lived happily ever after ^^.
Bow: Poor Ya-.... *blinks* WHAT THE HELL?!
Dragon: I thought that would snap her out of it.
Bow: How dare you!!! *tackles Dragon, trying to strangle her*
Dragon: *blinks* What are you doing? You can't even get your hands around my neck! I'm a dragon! *shakes her head* Ra-sama...
Bow: *stops trying to choke Dragon, crossing her arms over her chest* Fine... Well, I guess I should start this chapter, ne?
Dragon: Hai, you should.
Bow: Don't tell me what to do! *grumbles*
Dragon: Fine, just sit here moping...
Bow: *glares at her* Just 'cause of that, I'm going to start the chapter! :P
Dragon: *walks over to readers* Gotta love reverse psychology. ^_______^
~*~*~
Ryou closed the front door of his home behind him quietly, fingers curled around the strap of his backpack that was slung over his shoulder. He looked around cautiously for any sign of his parents. His father was home, for the time being, and that only meant one thing: fights. He crept along the hallway, footfalls silent on the plush carpet. Then he squeezed his eyes tight as the first screams echoed down the walls. He loved his mother, and he loved his father, but together, they were the one thing he hated the most. Many times had he heard threats of divorce, but it never came. His father was gone so often that it would only be an extra hassle that neither of them needed.
Ryou ran the rest of the way to his bedroom, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He slammed his bedroom door behind him, throwing his backpack across the room before crossing his arms over his chest, sliding his back along his door before coming to a halt as he met the floor. He buried his face in his arms, curling up as tightly as he could against the yells that still came to his ears. He sobbed heavily into the sleeves of his sweater, white hair spilling over his shoulders.
"Ryou? What's wrong?" Bakura asked him, appearing before the huddled form, Ryou's sobs audible even inside his soul room.
Ryou hiccupped, lifting his face from his arms so that his soft brown eyes looked up at the worried yami. Tears rolled delicately down his pale cheeks like crystal beads, leaving silvery trails in their wakes.
"Ryou..." Bakura murmured gently, falling down to his knees and opening his arms to the smaller version of himself.
Fresh tears streamed from Ryou's eyes and he crawled into Bakura's arms, clutching to him desperately. He couldn't live without the older boy anymore. He thrived on Bakura's smiles, touches, kisses, embraces, words... He didn't know what he would do without him. He had helped him so much... "B-Bakura... W-would you e-ever leave m-me?" Ryou asked him, hiccupping with every other word.
"What..? No, never, Ryou. Not ever. What made you think I ever would?" Bakura murmured soothingly, rubbing his love's back. "Is... this because of your mother and father...?"
Ryou nodded into Bakura's chest. "They always yell when they're together..." Ryou paused, tears soaking Bakura's sweater. "And you... yell at me, sometimes... Mom and Dad always threaten to leave when they yell... Will you ever do that to me?"
"No! Don't EVER think that, Ryou. You are, and will always be my one and only hikari. I love you. Even those in love yell when they get mad. And just because I yell, doesn't mean I'm yelling at you, or that I'm mad at you. That's just how I express anger and frustration, Ryou..." Bakura explained.
Ryou looked up at him from his arms. "Really...?" He asked quietly.
Bakura smiled weakly, eyes glistening with stubborn tears, unwilling to be shed. "Really, Love," he whispered, bringing his face carefully down to Ryou's, brushing his lips along the hikari's in a feather-like manner.
Ryou, out of a surge of need, pressed his lips firmly to Bakura's in a bruising kiss. Bakura broke away from the kiss, looking down into Ryou's soft brown eyes. He brought his lips to his hikari's cheeks, kissing his tears away gently. A sweet, salty taste touched his tongue as the teardrops slid into his mouth.
"Ryou... I love you," Bakura whispered, running his fingers through Ryou's white hair.
"I-I love you too..." Ryou mumbled, closing his eyes as Bakura continued to kiss the tears he shed away.
~*~*~ Oh! Oh! LEMON! *hops up and down happily* Look look! See! Another one!!!~*~*~
Bakura slid his hands under the back of Ryou's shirt, fingers caressing the hikari's silky skin. His gentle touches sent a chill up the younger boy's spine, and Ryou clutched to Bakura desperately. Bakura loosed himself from the younger's grip long enough to pull off Ryou's sweater, discarding it on the floor before lifting him from the ground and carrying him over to his bed. The yami soon shed his own sweater, flesh against flesh as he bore down over his hikari, kissing him feverently. A weak moan of want escaped Ryou's lips, which made Bakura even more eager. As the darker half began his decent from Ryou's lips down his neck, the remainder of their clothing seemed to disappear, and Bakura couldn't remember what had actually happened to their clothes.
As Bakura's hands slid down to Ryou's hips, he felt small fingers curl around his wrists. He focused his eyes upon Ryou's, panting heavily. Both of them were drunk with want, and it was difficult to focus on each other. "R-Ryou... What is it?" Bakura managed to grunt.
"D-did you mean what you said?" Ryou asked.
"Every word," Bakura told him.
The hikari released the yami's wrists, nodding slightly.
"Are you sure, Ryou? We can stop now... You don't have to do anything you don't want to..." Bakura mumbled. He wanted to take the boy now, but, despite his harsh nature, he didn't want to force Ryou into anything he didn't want to do.
"I'm sure," Ryou told him. He knew what he was in for; the short burst of pain, but then the surge of pleasure afterwards. Bakura had told him before... This would be their first time...
"Ready?" Bakura asked.
"Yes."
Bakura plunged himself into the thin boy, capturing his lips with his own to muffle the scream of pain that was released into his mouth. Ryou couldn't be allowed to scream... not with his parents still in the house.
Ryou let out a gasp of surprise as a flood of pleasure cascaded over him, the pleasure erupting into fiery explosions as Bakura pulled back slightly and plunged himself deeper into the hikari's body. Ryou moaned heavily into Bakura's mouth as the yami explored his lover's mouth hungrily. Bakura didn't wait to ask the younger boy if he was all right before slamming into Ryou again, moaning in sync with Ryou. Soon, a steady rythym was set up between the pair, and Ryou arched his back to meet Bakura's thrusts, bucking his hips as he continued to moan and yell into his yami's mouth. Bakura began to shake with exhaustion, and he could feel something building up inside of him. It was fighting to escape, and soon he came into Ryou with a loud moan of pleasure. Ryou, too, came onto their stomachs, feeling Bakura pull out of him, collapsing next to him on the bed.
~*~*~ Okay kiddies! Back to the stuff you can read!!!~*~*~
Bakura gathered Ryou into his arms, drawing the bedcovers over their naked forms. Ryou pressed against Bakura, resting his head on his yami's chest as the older boy held him as close as possible.
"Don't ever think that I would leave you, Ryou," Bakura whispered, but his words were met with only slow, soft breaths. Ryou had fallen asleep...
Bakura smiled, closing his eyes as he rested his chin on the top of Ryou's head.
~*~*~
Bow: Okay... so, I have a Seto/Jou lemon left to do, hai?
Dragon: Hai! *grins brightly*
Bow: Aren't you the cheery one?
Dragon: ^_____________^
Bow: *sighs* She always gets this way after a lemon. It's like catnip for dragons.
Dragon: *^___________________^*
Bow: Dragon, do you like Anzu?
Dragon: *growls angrily*
Bow: *grins* That's what I thought. *holds out an Anzu plushie* Look! Dragon! *tosses the plushie* Go get it!
Dragon: *pounces on the plushie, ripping it to shreds and then charring the scraps*
Bow: Yup, if any of you feel this way about Anzu, you'll love the next scene! ^_________^ Too bad the other characters like her... *sighs unhappily* Oh well...
~*~*~
Anzu Masaki gathered up her schoolbooks, waving a silent goodbye to her friends which she had stayed after school to study with. They were some of her female friends, as the others -Yugi, Yami, Ryou, Bakura, Jou, and Seto- weren't too big into studying. She stepped outside, looking up at the orange sky as the sun began its slow decent below the horizon. She clutched her books to her chest, her backpack too small to hold anything larger then a thick novel. The guys would tease her about the impractical bag, but she ignored them.
Anzu turned down a side alleyway, as she knew that it was a shortcut back to her home. A chill wind blew around her, making her shiver before she clutched her books closer to her body. She didn't remember the alley being this... eerie. She looked around nervously, an uncanny feeling that she was being watched falling over her.
"It's just the wind..." Anzu muttered to herself.
"So sure about that?"
Anzu spun around to face the source of the voice, but she was met with an empty alleyway. Her heart pounded in her chest as she scanned her surroundings feverently.
"Kame-sama..." Anzu breathed. "Anzu, you're hearing things."
"Guess again..."
Anzu spun again, staring, once more, at nothing.
"Tell me something, Anzu..."
"W-what...?" She stuttered.
A cloaked form lunged out at her, a hand connecting with her throat. She was lifted off of her feet and slamed back into the wall behind her, books clattering onto the pavement. She stared down at the man holding her, fingers trying to pry his hand away weakly. She looked deep into the man's steely lavender eyes, trembling as she fought to breathe.
"Where is Yami?!" He demanded.
"I-I don't know!" Anzu coughed.
"Yes you do. I have seen you with him!" He growled, tightening his grip on her throat.
"N-no...!" She sputtered, fingers clawing at his hand feebly.
His eyes narrowed and she saw a glint of gold as she felt him pushing his way into her mind.
"No!" She screamed, closing off her mind from him completely.
The man growled at her. "Tell me! Or you will die!"
"Marik! Leave that girl alone!"
Marik turned, lavender eyes fixing on a woman, dressed in white with a golden necklace at her throat. The Millennium Necklace...
"Ishizu!" He growled, taking his hand from Anzu's throat.
Anzu breathed a sigh of relief, waiting for the impact of her feet hitting the ground... which never came. She opened her eyes, clawing at the invisible hand that held her against the wall.
Marik looked back over at the struggling girl. "You know too much now, and you're useless as a slave," he spat, turning back to Ishizu.
"Brother," Ishizu began.
A sickening crack came to their ears as Anzu's neck snapped. Ishizu glanced over at the girl, who was in a lifeless heap on the ground.
She looked back over at her younger brother, eyes narrowing. "You shouldn't have done that. Now the Pharaoh will seek revenge for her death."
"Do not call him Pharaoh! He enslaved us, Sister! Why do you give him your loyalty?!" Marik demanded, hood falling back to reveal long blonde hair and black markings under his lavender eyes.
"Because he is out Pharaoh! By blood and right he is our leader, and by Ra he is worthy! We would have died if he had not saved us," Ishizu exclaimed.
"I would rather have taken death then to be enslaved and made someone's property," Marik growled at his sister, hiding the Millennium Rod in the folds of his cloak.
"Then you shall get your wish, because you will die at Yami's hand if you continue on this path. I have forseen it, Brother," she warned.
"Then you have been seeing falsehoods, Sister." He spat out the word like a curse. "I will take Yami's power and become Pharaoh!"
"I do not want to see you get hurt Marik," she murmured.
"And I don't want to hurt you, Ishizu. So get out of may way and stay out of my buisness," he growled back, lifting his hood back over his head.
She stepped slowly out of his way as he brushed pat her, walking deeper into the shadows until he disappeared.
"He knows not what he does... Marik will get himself killed," Ishizu sighed, walking out into the light of the street before dissapearing into the croud along the sidewalk.
~*~*~
Bow: Whee! That was fun!
Dragon: *^______________^*
Bow: Well, so now we have our bad guy. *nod nod* And the plot thickens.... Mwahahahahaha!
Dragon: .()...
Bow: *coughs* Ahem... anyway... Back to the story...
~*~*~
Seto Kaiba ducked his head under his bed, lifting up the bedcovers to check under the large bedframe. Hmm... nothing there. He straightened up, scanning his bedroom. No, there wasn't any other kind of hiding place in there. The CEO brushed a few chocolate strands from his sapphire eyes, grumbling to himself as he stepped out of his bedroom. His head jerked towards the bathroom as he heard a distinct giggle emerge from it. Seto stalked slowly into the soft, aqua-colored tile bathroom, a wry grin crossing his lips. He stepped silently over to the shower, pulling open the curtain in a quick movement. A cry of alarm emerged from the shower as Seto wrapped his arms around a small, black-haired form, lifting him from the shower with a deep laugh.
"Found you, Mokuba!" Seto chuckled.
"Aww! No fair, Seto! You know all the good hiding places!" Mokuba exclaimed, laughing as his brother set him down on the ground and released him from his bear-hug.
"That's why I'm your big brother," Seto told him with a smile, ruffling his little brother's hair. "Come on, let's go watch TV, okay?"
"Okay!" Mokuba exclaimed, darting away from his brother as he made towards the living room.
"Mokuba!" Seto called out, chasing after the smaller boy with a laugh.
Seto followed his brother down the hallway, flopping down next to him on the couch and flipping on the television. He began scanning through channels, glancing over at Mokuba to see if anything was catching his interest.
"There's nothing on!" Mokuba cried out, sighing heavily.
"We have over seven hundred channels, Mokuba. There has to be something on!" Seto grumbled, running his fingers through his hair.
Mokuba went silent, leaning forward. "Wait, Big Brother, go back two channels."
"Okay," Seto said, flipping backwards.
It was a news broadcast: "Yesterday, a girl was found dead in an alleyway. Her neck was snapped, and there was no other sign of injury. No name has been released yet, but she was apparently a student at (input their school name here), as she was wearing a school uniform from that particular school."
"Seto, isn't that your school?" Mokuba asked quietly.
Seto nodded. "I wonder who it was..." He paused. "Well, I'll be finding out soon enough."
He would, as it was Saturday morning, and he would be returning to school on Monday.
"In other news, a man has gone missing, and no one has seen or heard from him in a few days. Anyone with any information on this missing person, please call the number on your screen," the reporter droned on, a picture of Byono Motou flashing on the screen for a few moments.
But, neither Seto or Mokuba recognised the man, and no name was given in the report. "Jeez. What's the world coming to these days?" Seto muttered darkly, lifting the remote and flipping forward a few channels.
~*~*~
Bow: Yeah... I just kinda thought I needed to bring in Mokuba, and it's just a little scene with Seto in it, as I haven't had much with him, really.
Dragon: Yeah...
Bow: Chut up... ....
Dragon: Chut?
Bow: Lemme alone. I'm too tired to put up with you...
Dragon: So go to sleep!
Bow: *grumble grumble. she stumbles away from the computer and crawls into bed*
Dragon: Sheesh! I swear, she'd never be able to live without me telling her what to do.
Bow: Chut up!
Dragon: Right... ..... So, R/R!