EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I am SO sorry! I've been so busy I forgot to update! PLEASE FORGIVE ME! (bows multiple times) Actually the truth is my blood relation came to visit and gave me lots and lots of anime to watch so that's basically what I've been doing for the passed three days now that my exams are FINALLY OVER! (parties and eats various foods given by reviews)
Yum. Hours, upon hours, upon hours of Bleach goodness. Ishida has the same voice as Sasuke… so creepy, and they actually look almost exactly alike too.
The Japanese word, "ni-san" means brother.
No small children were mentally scarred by their Yamis during the writing of this chapter.
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Chyaputa 8: Ominous Fortune Telling
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"I want to thank you for what you did, Yugi," Ishtar voiced seriously as they met the next day in the normal psychiatry room. "It might not of seem like you did much but I really think that you helped Malik a lot yesterday."
"It don't feel like I accomplished anything," Yugi said gloomily.
"You gave him someone to talk to. He needed that more than anything," she insisted, her voice trailing off, blue eyes lost in thought. "He never talks anymore…"
Yugi saw the sad look in her eyes. 'She must really care for him…'
"Ishtar-sensei," Yugi started cautiously. "Are you really Malik's sister?" The doctor hesitated and then nodded stiffly. "Why has he turned out this way? How did he become… like this?"
The doctor sighed and rested her head on her knuckles, long black hair failing down the sides of her face. "Honestly, I don't know. He hasn't always been this way. When we were little he was very spirited but kind, maybe even a little spoiled," she explained, a slight curl of a smile twitching at the corner of her mouth. "It was about six years ago, we were living in Egypt at the time, after our father died…" she paused, eyes clouding over. "That's when he really started getting messed up. So I took him to Japan to see if they had any modern medicines that could help him with his condition but he only got worse. I eventually had to put him in and mental hospital. I wanted to do anything I could to help him so I became a doctor. I did it for his own good but he hasn't forgiven me." Her blue eyes shimmered sadly. Yugi fell silent, unsure if he should try comforting her or change the subject.
"Well, that's all in the past," Ishtar said briskly, looking down at her desk and shuffling through papers. "The real reason I called you here today was to show you who you'll be meeting tomorrow," she said grudgingly, opening the file cabinet next to her. "I want to give you more of a heads up than I did with Malik, maybe that'll prevent some injures." Yugi nodded. Ishtar found the yellow file she had been looking for, opened it and slid a small colored photograph across the table toward him.
Yugi picked it up. It was a picture of a thin lanky teenage boy sitting by himself in a small white room. He had a long mess of white hair, large dark brown eyes and almost unnaturally pale skin. He was staring blankly at the floor, his eyes holding an empty expression.
"This is Bakura Ryou," Ishtar said. "Seems pretty normal until you look at his background. Turns out his mother and sister were murdered when he was only eight years old," she explained. "They never caught the killer, but I suspect it was him."
"But he was only a child!" Yugi exclaimed. The doctor shrugged.
"Like I said he's dangerous. He was moved around to different mental hospitals and foster homes until he finally came here about three years ago. Real piece of work." She took a second photo from the file and gave it to Yugi. The boy in this photo was much different. Although his hair and eyes were the same color, the expression on the boy's face was scary. His hair was wild and his dark brown eyes were sharp; a sinister evil seemed to be locked within them. White fangs grinned in a malicious smirk.
"This is the same boy?" Yugi asked unbelievingly. The doctor nodded.
"Under the possession of his other personality," Ishtar answered.
'Other personality…' Yugi repeated firmly. Yugi could feel his own other personality watching him closely, examining the photo through Yugi's eyes.
"But Yugi you must understand, I am not exaggerating about how dangerous he is," she repeated deadly serious. "You don't have to do this…"
"My answer is the same as last time," answered Yugi stubbornly. She sighed and rubbed her temples tiredly.
"Tomorrow is going to be a long, long day."
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"Let's get this over with," Ishtar said apprehensively as she unlocked the door to Bakura's cell and opened it for Yugi. "Good luck." He smiled reassuringly as he walked passed the doctor, but just under the surface Yugi was scared stiff.
Don't worry, his other self reassured him, sensing Yugi's discomfort. I'm still here. I'll protect you no matter what. If this Bakura guy starts to get violent I'll take over the body and deal with him, okay? Yugi nodded silently and stepped in the room.
The same white haired boy that Yugi had seen in the photograph the day before was seated at a table in the center of the room with a box of crayons and paper. Unlike Ishtar's severe description of the boy, this Bakura looked surprisingly sane and calm. Yugi had suspected him to be tied down with chains or something but this boy didn't even have a straight jacket like the one Malik had worn.
The boy at the table suddenly looked up as he heard Yugi enter, pure white bangs swinging from his movement. Yugi gulped and took another step forward.
"H-hello," Yugi stammered, smiling nervously. The boy at the table blinked.
"Um… hello," the boy answered slightly confused.
'He doesn't seem dangerous,' Yugi thought, stunned at this sudden normalcy.
"Your name's Bakura, right?" The white haired teenager nodded skeptically. "Well, I'm Yugi," Yugi said. "Ah… nice to meet you, Bakura-kun."
"Nice to meet you too," the boy answered politely, still looking very unsettled. "Um… I don't mean to be rude but, you don't look like you work here…"
"Oh, I don't. I'm a patient like you," Yugi corrected. "So, ah… what are you doing?" he asked curiously, trying to continue the mildly friendly conversation.
Bakura blinked again and looked down at his paper. "Drawing," he answered simply as if he had just realized this himself. Yugi walked over to the table, leaving his guard, Budo, to stand next to the doorway, and sat down in a chair next to Bakura.
"Anything in particular?" Yugi asked in a voice that he hoped sounded politely interested. Every corner of the paper was covered in multi colored scribbles with no pattern or shape at all.
"I don't know, I'm only trying to pass the time," Bakura answered as he picked up a red crayon and began scrawling the paper again. "There's really nothing else to do." Yugi caught the pain of loneness in his hollow voice.
'Ishtar-sensei said he had been in mental hospitals since he was eight, that's half of his entire life,' Yugi thought. 'It must be awful for him…'
All the sudden Yugi spotted a deck of cards on the corner of the table.
"What's that?" Yugi asked curiously pointed to the cards. Bakura looked up from his drawing.
"Oh, it's just a card game," he said reluctantly as if he didn't want to explain.
"Can I see?" Yugi asked eagerly. Bakura nodded hesitantly. Yugi reached over the looked through the cards, eyes wide with interest.
"This is Magic and Wizards, isn't it?" Yugi asked excitedly. The white haired boy looked stunned.
"H-how'd you know?" he asked awed, his abstract scribble completely forgotten.
"My family owns a game shop and I remember my grandpa showing me this game. He thought it was going to be really popular. It's a big hit in America, isn't it?" The other boy nodded eagerly.
"Yeah, it is," Bakura agreed, his pale face suddenly lighting up with enthusiasm. "Did you say your family owns a game shop? That's so cool! I love games!"
"You do!" Yugi exclaimed, getting excited despite himself. "So do I! You're like the only person I've met who's said that! What kind of games do you like?"
"Well, my favorites are Table Top RPG games but this game is pretty cool too," he explained pointing to his deck of Magic and Wizards cards.
"Really? I like all kinds of games but I especially like puzzles and stuff like that," Yugi rambled. Suddenly an idea hit him. "Hey, lets have a duel! Grandpa only taught me some of the basics but I'm sure you could teach me!"
"Oh…um." The other boy suddenly became silent. His brown eyes drifted downwards at the table. Yugi stared, had he said something wrong?
"You don't want to play with me?" Yugi asked cautiously.
"No, it's not that! Its just…" he hesitated again, falling back into his depressed stupor. "I don't think playing anything would be a good idea …" he explained, avoiding Yugi's gaze.
"That's okay, we can do something else," Yugi said trying to remain cheerful.
"Although…" Bakura's voice continued, his face bent and shadowed. "There's something else I can do with these cards."
"What's that?" Yugi asked curiously.
"I can read your future," he answered smoothly, still not meeting Yugi's eye.
"Really?" Yugi asked interested leaning across the table.
"Really." Bakura placed the deck on the table. "I'll show you. Cut the deck," he instructed. Yugi reached forward and divided the cards into three separate piles and then stacked them back on top of each other. "Now…" Bakura took the cards back. He lay one card in front of Yugi, three in the middle and than one in front of himself. Yugi stared transfixed by this whole process; it looked almost as if the cards were glowing under Bakura's fingertips.
"This card represents your past, birth and childhood," Bakura continued pointing to the first card in the set of three. He turned it over. "Angle's Dice. Happiness, prosperity, your luck has turned for the good in most of your life but…" his eyes narrowed. "This card is upside down so it seems your good luck has long since ended, too bad for you," he explained amused.
Something prickled the back of Yugi's mind; there was something odd about the way Bakura spoke. His voice was low, smooth and more confidant. The double inside Yugi's mind silently echoed his uneasiness, watching closely at the edge of Yugi's consciousness.
"Next is your present…" Bakura flipped over the second card in set of three, a shadow of a smile curled his pale lips. The card revealed a picture of a dark maze with shifting colors. "Magical Labyrinth. Twists, turns, uncertainty, vital choices, confusion and many trials await you on your journey."
"What kind of journey?" Yugi asked. Bakura shrugged, smug dark eyes flashing.
"I can only tell what the cards show me…" he answered coolly. "Now lets see what your future holds…" he continued, flipping over the next card. "Oh, Invader of the Throne. A betrayal of great magnitude, one who is close to you will turn on you and it will lead to much pain and suffering," he explained grinning madly revealing his white teeth. "Such an exciting future lies before you…" he said with a low chuckle of amusement.
'He's different…' Yugi realized with a suddenly grasp of horror. 'Could he be…'
"You're not Bakura," Yugi said, purple eyes wide. The other teenager grinned.
"So, you've figured it out. How very unfortunate," he mused, dark eyes half closed under his jagged white bangs. "I had wanted to toy with you a little longer…"
Aibou, this is too dangerous! Yugi's other self called urgently. Switch with me!
"Who are you?" Yugi questioned the dark figure across the table, trying to sound braver than he actually felt.
The other Bakura's grin deepened, dark eyes dancing like the flash of swords.
Aibou, switch with me NOW! he cried but before Yugi could answer Bakura jumped to his feet. His arm shot across the space between them and grabbed Yugi's throat, then a split second later, Bakura twisted around the table and with surprising strength, slammed Yugi down on the surface, still clutching his throat violently. The wind was knocked out of Yugi's lungs and no air would return through his crushed windpipe, pinned there on the table by Bakura's hand.
AIBOU! the other Yugi screamed. Yugi gasped, he couldn't breathe. The table was carving painfully into his stomach.
"B-Ba…ku-" Yugi struggled, fighting to get air into his lungs, his own hands coming up to trying to release Bakura's grip but it was useless. There was a flash of color next to Yugi's ear but Yugi was in too much pain to see what it was.
"Well, well, turns out you are very interesting, Yugi-kun," Bakura hissed smirking, his expression deadly calm.
Aibou I'm taking over! his double cried, his voice sounded very close.
"Don't you dare!" Bakura's other personality snarled nastily. "If you let him take control and I'll snap this precious body in half!" he threatened darkly.
What! the other Yugi cried shocked.
"You- kn-know-?" Yugi choked, eyes widening despite the pain. The dark half of Bakura's personality smirked, eyes glaring at Yugi's pained surprised face.
"I don't know what you're trying to pull," he growled, fingers tightening to increase his threat. "But you better not come into my room again." The door to the room burst open and the two guards from the outside room rushed inside. They pried Bakura's hand off Yugi's throat and pulled Bakura away from the table. Yugi gasped for air and rolled off the table onto the floor.
"If you ever come near my yadonushi again, I'll kill you," he snarled dark eyes wide with madness. He tilted his head up and laughed insanely as the needle was plunged into his flesh.
Yugi held his bruised throat, eyes wide with shock, the muscles in this neck pounding. His mouth was open from breathing so hard, locks of red and gold hair sticking to his sweaty face.
Are you okay? his double asked extremely worried.
"He- knew- about- you…" Yugi said in disbelief staring at the unconscious white haired boy now lying limp on the floor.
I noticed, the other answered grimly.
"Are you all right, Yugi?" Ishtar-sensei asked rushing over to Yugi. Her copper face was unusually pale. Yugi nodded, wincing slightly.
"I'll be fine," he said, squinting up at her through his golden bangs.
"Come on." She kneeled down and looped an arm across his back pulling him to his feet. "Lets get you to the infirmary."
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"Ryou, can you help me with this?" the fair-haired woman called from across the room. The white haired child bounded to his feet, abandoning his multi colored building blocks and went to her. She was knitting soft green yarn into a small circular shape.
"What's it going to be, Kaa-san?" the boy asked curiously, feeling the yarn's fluffy texture with his tiny pale hands. The boy's mother smiled and placed the circle on his head.
"A hat for Amane," she answered playfully. "I just need to make sure it's the right size." Her nimble fingers ruffled his already messy hair. "It's going to be a surprise for her birthday so don't tell," she added putting a finger to her lips. "It's our secret, okay?"
The image changed.
Years later it was nighttime and the Bakura house was deadly quiet. Ryou could see his own shaking hands grabbing one of his mother metallic knitting needles. He was walking into her bedroom.
'No. Not back to this… I don't want to see…'
She snored lightly in her peaceful slumber; his mother had always been a deep sleeper. He raised the knitting needle in his tiny pale hand, positioned for attack.
"Ni-san…" a tiny voice spoke from behind him. Ryou turned, breathing heavily, his sweaty hand still clutching the needle. "What are you doing up?" His little sister, Amane, rubbed her eyes sleepily and yawned, the loss of her first front tooth clearly visible.
No I can't hurt her. I can't do this!
"Go back to bed, you stupid girl!" The voice that echoed out of his throat was harsh and threatening and not his own. Her eyes widened, the knowledge that something was wrong suddenly hit her.
I don't want to see anymore!
"Ni-san?" She backed away, terror gripping her heart.
"RUN! AMANE!" Ryou screamed and sat up in his bed. He was back in the hospital, back in his prison. His torture… His face fell into his shaking hands. Bakura Ryou could smell the over powering stench of blood all over him.
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The crying woke Yugi up in the middle of the night again. He sat up then winced at the pain in his next. Bakura had left a large purple bruise across his skin where he had pinned him down against the table.
'Why am I always getting beaten up?' Yugi thought glumly.
Do you hear that? his other self asked within the deeps of Yugi's mind. The soft crying gasps echoed dully through Yugi's head.
"Yeah, ever since we got here. It sounds so sad…" Yugi answered solemnly.
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Tired of lying in bed all day, Jounouchi finally got irritated enough to hobble out of his room. Figuring to occupy his mind with something interesting, he turned toward the game room. He arrived, disgracefully limping across the threshold, swinging his suspended leg along in his wake. Faces turned to watch him stumble awkwardly around the room searching for somewhere to sit. His eyes fell upon Otogi and Honda sitting at a table alone playing with dice. He was about approach when he saw Honda look up and then guiltily look away again, reminding the blonde of their argument. Irritably he turned and looked somewhere else.
"Ah… can I sit here?" Jounouchi asked awkwardly to the occupant at the only open game table. Kaiba looked up from his chess game to stare at the blonde, perhaps to confirm he was actually talking to him.
"I'd prefer if you didn't," Kaiba answered coldly turning back to the chessboard.
"Fine…" Jounouchi answered grimly and turned to walk away.
"Shouldn't you be sitting with those other idiots?" Kaiba asked mildly as if he couldn't care less, indicating Honda and Otogi across the room. Jounouchi hesitated.
"We're not on the best terms right now, not that that's any of your business," he answered sharply, sitting down at the table to rest his trembling weak leg.
"I told you not to sit here," Kaiba growled, eyes narrowing.
"Yeah well, now I'm comfy," Jounouchi retorted. Kaiba glared but turned back to his game. Jounouchi drummed his fingers on the table distractedly. Now that he was here there really wasn't anything to do, but the idea of walking all the way back to his room was painful. He sighed loudly in frustration. Kaiba pinned him with a cold glance.
"If you are going to sit here, could you at least stop your insufferable sighing and finger tapping?" he cut sharply.
"Fine!" Jounouchi snapped back. His was in no mood to be polite today. They fell into silence once again, Kaiba moving pieces around on his game board and Jounouchi not trying very hard to not to make any noise. How could Kaiba just sit here day after day? Another five agonizing minutes of finger twitching and glare battling with his intolerable roommate and Jounouchi just might go insane, or more insane.
"I'm bored," Jounouchi moaned. Kaiba's eyebrow twitched.
"I've guessed," he growled. "You really don't have to sit here, idiot. Actually, I would prefer if you'd leave." Jounouchi pretended he hadn't heard him.
"Let me play with you," he said finally turning toward the cold teen.
"In chess?" Kaiba asked, one eyebrow quirked. "Why would I waste my time? You suck."
"Hey! I'm not that bad!" Jounouchi exclaimed defensively. "You never know, I might just surprise you," the blonde continued cockily. Kaiba did not look amused.
"I've seen you play," he answered coldly. "Believe me, you suck."
"Just one game, Kaiba. I'm bored!" Jounouchi whined.
"You're not worth my time," Kaiba said flatly and turned back to his game. Jounouchi grinned mischievously and purposely drummed his fingers loudly on the tabletop. Kaiba's hand paused in midair, about to pick up a knight, and focused on the blonde's rhythmic digits. His eyes narrowed as he looked up at Jounouchi who was casually looking away. Kaiba's mouth set angrily into a snarl.
"Whatever, I'll play you," he spat reluctantly. Jounouchi glowed with silent triumph.
"Okay, I want to be…" he said cheerfully reaching towards the white figures, Kaiba snatched the pieces out of his reach.
"I'll be white," he cut placing the figures on his side of the board.
"Hey, I wanted-" Jounouchi protested but Kaiba had already set up his pieces.
"I go first." Kaiba interrupted coldly and moved his center pawn one step forward. Jounouchi grumbled but set his black figures up anyway. The game didn't last long. Jounouchi barely had time to register that Kaiba was advancing before the white pieces broke his petty defenses.
"Damn, you're even worse than Yugi," Jounouchi muttered despairingly.
Kaiba scoffed coldly. "Yugi probably felt sorry for such a simple minded player and went easy on you."
"Shut up!" Jounouchi spat, slamming his fist on the table.
"What? Did I hit a nerve?" Kaiba smirked cruelly. Jounouchi growled.
"Let's play again," he demanded wiping the board clean of chess figures. Kaiba's eyebrow lifted again.
"You'll lose."
"Maybe, maybe not, but I won't let you insult my friend!" Jounouchi cried determined.
"You're only making a fool out of yourself," Kaiba said mildly setting up his pieces again.
"Shut your mouth and play," Jounouchi growled. Kaiba shrugged.
"Checkmate," announced Kaiba smugly, ten minutes later. Jounouchi seethed with frustration.
"One more time," he said firmly. Kaiba snorted.
"This is ridiculous," he answered, his grin fading into a stony fix.
"Are you afraid?" Jounouchi taunted cruelly. Kaiba didn't even blink at this remark.
"I won't be intimidated by someone as small as you," he answered icily. Jounouchi looked away fuming with hatred. Kaiba examined his roommate closely, eyes unreadable.
"Why are you playing for Yugi?" Kaiba asked emotionlessly.
"Because he's coming back," Jounouchi answered stubbornly. "And I'm the only one that believes it…" Kaiba paused to look at the chessboard and then at Jounouchi again.
"Fine, one more game," Kaiba announced gathering the pieces. Jounouchi glared.
"I don't want your pity, Kaiba!" he snarled. Kaiba flashed a smirk. Jounouchi was startled. For some reason it seemed out of character for Kaiba.
"I don't pity you, Jounouchi," he answered coldly. "In fact I rather dislike you, but for Yugi's sake…" Kaiba paused. "Well if you don't want to play anymore…" he made a motion to put the board away but Jounouchi stopped him.
"One more game," Jounouchi repeated. "But only since you really want to," he answered smugly. Kaiba only stared, getting slightly annoyed.
"Fine," Kaiba answered stiffly and put the chessboard back on the table.
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Ever since Malik could remember, he had been afraid of the dark. It terrified him, its infinite uncertainly and emptiness. During the first couple of nights at the hospital Malik had tried to plea with the doctors not to turn the lights off at night. He had screeched and wailed at them not to leave him alone in the dark but they hadn't listened. He had been forced to lie awake in the middle of the floor of his cell, eyes wide with fear, an unseen ghostly shape circling him all night long like a hawk following their prey. It's claw-like fingers reaching out of the darkness, threatening to grasp his flesh.
As time went on his obscure shapeless shadow slowly became more real. He could feel its slimly hands and sharp teeth scraping his raw skin. Finally his sister had to come into his cell to stop him from screaming. She had held him close trying to calm him down, insisting that there nothing was there but Malik knew she was lying.
"I'm NOT hallucinating!" he screamed. "It's real and it wants to KILL me!" he had insisted, voice high pitched with panic.
"Malik calm down," Ishizu had told him, trying to comfort her eleven-year-old brother.
"I want to go home, Ne-san!" he said turning to his sister, frightened tears leaking down his cheeks. "I want to go home NOW!" he commanded. She approached him cautiously, arms out-stretched.
"We can't go home, not until you're well again-"
"But I am not SICK!" he screeched, moving away from her like she was some diseased thing. "This place is what's making me sick! I'm fine! I JUST WANT TO GO HOME!"
She moved toward him again, copper arms trying to enclose him and protect him. "We can't go home, Malik. This is our home from now on…" she had said softly. Malik's violet eyes opened with fear, tears of disbelief rolled down his face.
"NOO!" he had screamed pushing away from her, thrashing his arms around his head. Uncontrollable anger had boiled up within him, over whelming his senses. "HOW COULD YOU BRING ME HERE! I HATE YOU! I WANT TO GO HOME NOW!" His sister tried to approach him again but he fled from her, curled up in a corner sobbing.
"Malik…" she tried but he ignored her.
No matter how much he screamed she wouldn't let him go. No matter how much he cried she wouldn't keep the lights on. So he was left alone in the capture of his dark shadowy demon every night where he could hear its smooth voice whispering in his ear as he slept and feel its cold icy breath on the back of his neck.
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"Well, well, well," the platinum blond haired teen mused tiredly. "It's the witch from hell. Come to gloat, I suppose." Ishizu Ishtar frowned as the electric door closed behind her.
"Things would go much easier if you'd talk to me," she answered indifferently but her detachedness only made him angrier. Malik scoffed and pulled himself into a sitting position, struggling awkwardly around on his knees.
"I have nothing to say to you, traitor," he spat acidly, eyes flashing fiercely. "Perhaps you'd like to get a cattle prod to stimulate my memory…" he snarled, poisonous hatred dripping off his tongue. The doctor's face faltered.
"You gave me no choice, Malik," she answered stiffly.
"No choice? Ha! Just like when you locked me in this hell," he snarled nastily. "For my own good, right?" he mocked cynically.
"We've been over this," she said her face fixed in a stony blank complexion. Her body was as rigid as a statue.
"That's right, we have been over this," he growled loftily and turned away. "Then I guess we have nothing left to talk about. Leave me." Ishtar didn't move; trembling hands clenched at her sides, nails digging painfully into her palms. She glared at her brother's back before finally turning to leave, hurt and pain shimmering in her eyes.
"Actually, there is something I want," Malik said as her hand reached the door.
"What is it?" she asked. Malik flopped down on the padded floor, restlessly.
"I want to see Yugi again," he answered casually still not looking at her.
"Why?" she asked curiously, taken aback by this strange request.
"He… intrigues me. He's also the only one besides you to resist my hypnosis." Malik turned to glare at his sibling. "And because I feel like it," he snapped and turned away from her again, busying himself by examining the cushioned ceiling.
"I'll see what I can do," Ishtar answered and left the room.
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YAY! FLASHBACKS! If this was an anime they would be all be in little kid form. Imagine little child Yami no Bakura… now that would be fucking AWESOME!
Sorry again for being so late! (bows repeatedly again)
I'm working on this one-shot for a Christmas special thing but it might not be up by then seeing how this week is going.
NEXT CHAPTER! Yugi is asked to revisit peoples and Malik has a seizer. Ishizu gets some very bad news, which could lead to some very rash decisions.
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