I'M BACK! I'm so sorry, I was really busy last weekend and there was so much stuff going on I didn't have time to update. To tell you the absolute and totally truth I panicked. A reviewer gave me the comment that the last chapter sounded rushed so, me being a procrastinating perfectionist and all, began doing super uber edits to this chapter cause I really hated the beginning and I thought it sounded too rushed and then I got really sick and I slept for an entire day, but that's a different story, and I was falling asleep in all my classes because I was staying up all night taking too much time filling up all these GOD FORSAKEN PLOT HOLES! (is out of breath (talk about your run on sentences))
Anyway, the chapter's all new and improved now, yes I am a little unstable and not-quite-all-here. But that's what cold medication is for. WEEE!
I did write that Christmas special thing so it wasn't totally a waste of time. (shrug)
This chapter is brought to you by ketchup, no there is not ketchup in this chapter DEAL WITH IT!
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Chyaputa 9: Possessed Dark Soul
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Yugi entered Malik's room the next day, a full tray of food in hand. The guard positioned himself beside the door then nodded politely to Yugi. Yugi nodded back and then turned to face his sadistic violet-eyed host.
"You're late," Malik snapped. Yugi jumped. How could he be late? He had only been told barely minutes before that Malik wanted to see him. "Come over here," he ordered. Yugi hesitated. "Don't worry, I'm not going to try to control you again," he mused grinning, violet eyes twinkling playfully. Yugi cautiously walked to his side and set the tray on the ground. "Food," Malik ordered and opened his mouth.
"Soup, beef, or vegetables?" Yugi asked picking up the chopsticks.
"Um… I feel meaty today," Malik answered. Yugi fed him a piece of beef.
'Malik seems to be in a good mood today,' Yugi mused silently, wiping Malik's mouth with a napkin.
Let's hope he stays that way, the other Yugi answered skeptically.
At that moment, Malik suddenly groaned and closed his eyes tightly as if he were in pain.
"Are you okay?" Yugi asked concerned, putting a hand on the other patient's shoulder. Malik pulled himself up slowly.
"Yeah… I'm fine. Just a headache, I get them all the time," he answered stiffly, opening his eyes again. "Damn, wish I had my arms back," he cursed quietly. "They won't even take this damn jacket off when I go to bed." Yugi stared sympathetically and helped him back up in a sitting position. "I mean, it's damn uncomfortable!" Malik complained. Yugi smiled comfortingly.
"Do you want some more food?" Yugi asked.
"Actually I'm sleepy. I think I'll take a nap," he answered, mouth widening in a huge yawn. Yugi was about to get up to leave when Malik's head landed on Yugi's shoulder. Yugi almost jumped at the contact. "You're comfy," Malik muttered closing his eyes and making him self comfortable. Yugi froze not sure what he should.
"Ah, M-Malik…" Yugi he started nervously. Malik dug his forehead into the soft spot of Yugi's neck, snoring lightly. Yugi's body went rigid, nerves tingling.
'Well, he at least he's not hurting anyone…' Yugi thought nervously, as he felt his other self flare with anger at the dark-skinned teen's action. An awkward silence filled the room, Yugi tapping his foot absent mindedly on the floor, trying to ignore the now drooling patient using him as a pillow.
"Malik…" Yugi whispered, glancing down to see if Malik was really asleep or just trying to make him nervous on purpose. Malik made no response though his slow steady breathing seemed to indicate that the Egyptian was indeed asleep. Yugi sighed, if he let Malik just sleep on him like this he'd be there for a while and Yugi's back was already in pain from trying to hold up Malik's weight as well as his own slightly slouched position. On the other hand, Ishtar was really counting on him to take care of her brother…
'Maybe just for an hour…' Yugi suggested. His other personality seethed with silent suppressed anger but made no comment. Yugi placed an arm around Malik's shoulders, trying to make himself more comfortable.
Then all sudden, Malik cried out, sat up, his face twisted with pain. "Malik? Is everything alright?" Yugi asked worriedly.
"Damn! My head…" Malik gasped. An aching paralyzing pain was slowly spreading up Malik's spine; he could barely breathe. Then before Yugi could say anything there was a white-hot flash of pain blinded Malik's eyes; his skull felt like it was being split open. "My head!" he complained, groaning as he fell onto the floor.
"Malik? What's wrong?" Yugi asked, panic rising in his voice. "Malik? Something's wrong with him, get help!" Yugi cried to the guard across the room. The guard nodded hastily and rushed out of the room, the door slamming closed behind him.
'This can't happen now! It's not even dark yet!' Malik thought as the darkness poured in through his mouth, suffocating him. His head was throbbing with immeasurable pain; the pressure building up in his brain felt as though at any minute it might explode.
"Malik? They're getting help," Yugi said trying to stay calm but his voice squeaked.
"Y-you- have to get out…" Malik gasped urgently and his body shivered and convulsed again.
"What's going on, Malik?" Yugi said, trying to keep his voice from screaming. "What do you mean I have to get out!" Yugi cried. Suddenly there was a loud pop in his ears and, by some unknown source, Yugi was thrown back, flat against the opposite wall. The air rushed out of his lungs and his limbs went limp but he didn't drop to the floor. In fact when Yugi finally got oxygen back into his lungs again he found he couldn't move his arms from the wall's surface.
Aibou, what's wrong? his double asked urgently. We have to get out of here!
"I can't move!" Yugi cried panicked, struggling against invisible restraints. "I'm stuck to the wall! I don't know how to get off!"
One last blood-curdling scream from Malik made Yugi looked up with a gasp. Something was radiating off his friend's crouched form, an odd shimmer in the air like heat waves from a mirage. It curled up toward the ceiling; the very yellow light from the ceiling lamps above seemed to curve away from his body. Yugi saw a tall dark shape stand up across the room. The lights seemingly becoming unnaturally dimmer even though Yugi knew that no one had turned them off.
"Malik?" Yugi asked nervously. The shadowy figure that was Malik let out a low chuckle. Yugi's body shivered. Malik began to walk towards him, head bent low so Yugi couldn't see his face. The hair on the back of Yugi's neck started to prickle unpleasantly.
"Mou hitori no boku…" Yugi whispered, voice tightened by fear.
"Well, well, it's so relaxing to be in control once again…" a low sinister voice snickered. The dark figure lifted his head and the air froze in Yugi's lungs. It was Malik but not the Malik Yugi had come to visit that day. His face was twisted, horrible veins popping through his flesh. His hair was wild and spiky, the thickness of the room causing it practically to stand up on its own. His eyes were wide and pale with madness, sharp with evil as Bakura's had been when his dark side took over, but there was something different about this Malik from the dark side of Bakura. There was no intelligence or cunning intertwining with his malice, only pure uncontrolled darkness.
As Yugi watched him grin, he thought he could see the side of his face stretch briefly and then contract again. Yugi's arms trembled; cold sweat was dripping down his face.
"He puts up such a pathetic fight to keep control of the body but eventually, its always ends the same," the other Malik mused deathly casual. There came a sickening pop that made Yugi flinch. The cloth underneath the straight jacket relaxed and Malik twisted around in the sleeve.
'He dislocated his own arm!' Yugi realized, his stomach rolling, nausea boiling up in his throat.
"It causes him so much pain when he fights but, how lovely he screams!" the dark creature in front of Yugi explained sickly twisting his limbs inside the jacket. "So fragile and easy to play with." He grinned again and pulled the straight jacket off as though it was nothing but a sweater. Another nasty pop and his arms were back in their proper place. He sighed refreshed to be free of the restraints, rolling his neck and stretching his arms grotesquely as though he had just woken up from a long nap. Yugi, still stuck to the wall, could do nothing but watch in disgust.
The familiar electronic whirling of the door to cell about to open sounded across the room. Yugi turned relieved, his rescue was only moments away. Malik's dark personality scowled with distaste and flicked his hand at the door.
There was another pop in Yugi's ears and then a loud bang as the door crumbled like tin foil. The doors were dented inward almost as though a gigantic hammer had smashed it, unable to open. This dark Malik laughed, his high, cold, shrill voice filling the room.
"Now what to do with you…" he said turning to Yugi, still attached to the wall.
"Malik…?" Yugi asked. He knew it was useless, he could barely keep his own voice from trembling. Malik grinned, the side of his face stretched unpleasantly again.
"Main personality? He's somewhere inside me but he's not coming out any time soon." He grinned impishly. "Though he seems rather troublesome, compared to me he really is the better character. After all…" His deadly eyes gleamed with excitement. "He is afraid of the dark unlike me," his voice raised in anticipation. "I love it! I live on it. I breathe in its emptiness and loneness and feel revived!" There were noises of people trying to break in through the door, but both the people in the room ignored it. The dark personality of Malik grinned and placed two claw-like fingers under Yugi's trembling chin forcing him to look up.
"He acts so tough on the outside, only I can hear his painful cries." Yugi could see a close up of his pulsing veins in his temple and his wide and dead eyes. It made Yugi sick to look into them. "Inside he's so very weak and fragile…"
Aibou… he double warned. Let me take control…
Yugi nodded inwardly with relief. He allowed himself to fall back, but it was different than before. He felt his other personality catch him gently and let him float beside him in the consciousness. Now Yugi could see everything that was going on, even though his body was outside his control.
There was a bright golden light that broke through the darkness. The dark Malik stepped back as with a loud snap the binds holding Yugi's body to the wall broke. Yugi could see his other self take hold of the body and stand, a fierce glow in his intense red eyes.
"You will not touch aibou again, Malik!" he threatened stepping away from the wall, raw power leaking out through his rage. The other Malik's pale eyes widened in mild interest.
"Oh, so there is another of you as well!" the dark Malik said, deadly eyes examining Yugi's new form maliciously. "So, we are not the only ones…" This time it was Yugi's eyes that widened in surprise.
"We? You know of Bakura?" he questioned.
The other Malik frowned; looking thoroughly annoyed at this obstructing question. "I've never met him in person, but I can hear his damned host from in my cell every night," he answered, face twisting once again into an expression of sick joy. "I can feel his sweet overwhelming misery." He laughed again. Dark Yugi's eardrums throbbed.
"You find pleasure in other people's pain?" he snarled, his power and hatred rippling in the air. "You sick bastard!"
Malik shrugged. "Don't be so hasty to die, I'll have plenty with fun for you later," he said smoothly.
"And what makes you think I'll be so easy to get rid of?" the other Yugi scoffed, red eyes narrowing. "I won't let you hurt anyone, Malik!"
"Oh, and what's makes you think you can control what I do?" Malik retorted in the same manner. They glared at each other with such intensity that the very air surrounding them was ringing. Then all the sudden there was a loud bang followed by another loud bang and the electric doors on the other side of the room were forced open.
"Malik!" Ishtar-sensei cried as three guards poured into the room and lined up behind her, their tranquilizer guns aimed for his chest. Malik's dark personality turned grinning, unfazed by the guns pointed at him.
"Ne-san," he said degradingly, fangs curled in a nasty smirk. "You wouldn't hurt your little brother, would you? Well, I suppose you've already done so before…" Her eyes narrowed glaring at her sibling. Yugi locked his eyes on the doctor, watching to see what she would do.
"I don't want to do this," she said firmly, arm raised, ready to signal the men behind her to fire, "but you leave me no choice, Malik."
"Oh? Does saying that make you feel any better?" Malik's dark personality asked in a low mild voice, arms crossed over his chest, eyes half open in relaxed amusement. Ishtar's stony face faltered for a second then returned, more indifferent than ever.
"No, it doesn't." Her arm fell. The guns fired and the darts flew straight at Malik's chest. Malik waved his hand again and the darts froze in mid air and were thrown back. He laughed, high voice splitting the air. The other Yugi looked on the ground and found the metal tray that Yugi had used to carry Malik's food. He snatched it up and slammed the tray with all his strength into the back of Malik's head. There was a loud clang and Malik faltered and lurched forward onto the ground, clutching the back of his head.
He turned, angry white eyes ablaze. "You-" he started threateningly.
"Fire!" Ishtar screamed and before Malik could react, the darts hit him. He roared in anger and slowly stumbled to the floor, the drug starting to take effect. The other Yugi sighed with relief and dropped the tray to the floor. The guards ran to restrain the semi-unconscious dark Malik on the padded ground. Dark Yugi looked up to see Ishtar watching him suspiciously.
'I think I should leave now. Aibou?' he called silently.
Right here! Yugi answered. He could feel himself being pulled back up and found with some surprise to be suddenly in control of all his limbs again. In his shock Yugi's knees suddenly wobbled and he forcefully sat down on the ground, slightly light headed.
'I'll have to get used to this,' he thought. He could feel his other half grin.
"Are you alright?" Ishtar asked offering a cautious hand. Yugi took it and helped himself to his feet.
"Yeah," he answered slightly shaky. "Fine…" He wobbled and Ishtar took a hold of his arm.
"I can't believe I asked you to come here! I'm so sorry, I didn't think this would happen," she explained helping him out to the door and to a chair right outside of it.
"So that's Malik's other half?" Yugi asked conversationally then immediately regretted bringing up the subject. Ishtar looked down, shame and sadness reflecting in her tired blue eyes. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that…" Ishtar shook it off.
"No, it's fine," she muttered looking up again. "He doesn't usually come out. I myself have once seen him three times before, when he does…" she shook her head. Yugi stared at her.
'If only I could do something to help her…'
"Ishtar-sensei," he began then hesitated. "What if this wasn't a disorder?" he suggested awkwardly. Ishtar's eyes widened in suspicion.
"What do you mean?" she asked skeptically. Yugi twitched his fingers nervously.
"What if there was something else causing Malik, Bakura and me to act like this?" he asked uncertainly not looking at her. Ishtar stared.
"What else would it be?" she asked eyebrows raising.
"I don't know maybe…" he paused trying to make his next sentence not sound totally ridiculous, "possession or something?" Ishtar stared again.
"You mean like ghosts?" she asked with a small amused smile. Yugi frowned.
"Or something else, but that's not the point," Yugi said talking faster to keep Ishtar attention focused. "What if your brother wasn't insane? What if there was another cause of it?"
"But what else is there?" she asked again.
"I don't know what but what if-"
"Yugi, I'm a doctor, I believe in science," Ishtar explained seriously putting a pitying hand on Yugi's shoulder. "I understand you are trying to help but I cannot help my brother and you by chasing 'what if's and fairy tales…"
"But that's not what I meant!" Yugi explained desperately. Ishtar smiled.
"You're tired, Yugi. I'll get someone to show you back to your room…"
"But-" Ishtar stopped him with a stern look.
"I mean it, Yugi, that's enough," she said firmly and went back into her brother's room to get a guard. Yugi sighed and slouched in his chair.
"That's not what I meant…" he repeated glumly.
Possession? his other self chuckled humorously. Yugi frowned.
"Shut up…" he muttered depressed.
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It took a lot of painful convincing for Yugi to finally get Ishtar to let him back into Bakura's cell again, but after his experience with the dark side of Malik he wanted to test something out. The electric doors opened once again into Bakura's room and Yugi entered cautiously carrying a box of puzzle pieces. His double was pressed so close to him in their conciseness Yugi didn't have much space to think, ready to step in if the dark Bakura showed his face again. But it was the normal gaming-loving side of Bakura that was sitting at the table when Yugi entered.
"Hi Bakura-kun," Yugi greeted cheerfully taking another step towards the table. Bakura looked up opened his mouth to say something then closed it. The air changed, power and intensity shook the room. Bakura's eyes narrowed and darkened.
"Get out! I told you not to come in here again…" he threatened standing up. A mysterious wind whipped around the dark Bakura's body as he walked toward Yugi.
Aibou… his other side warned warily.
"Wait! Listen to me!" Yugi pleaded. Bakura's dark personality stopped, examining Yugi harshly.
"What?" he snapped, dark eyes flashing dangerously. Yugi lifted up the puzzle box.
"Look, I brought I game for us to play together," he said shrilly, bending forward in a sort of hunched bow. The dark Bakura blinked, shocked by this unexpected request. "I only came here to talk to Bakura. We have no intention of hurting him." The dark Bakura scowled distastefully, looking at the puzzle box in Yugi's out stretched hands. Yugi and his double waited for his decision, nerves tingling.
"Fine," the other Bakura said sharply. "But he," he ordered pointedly, "isn't allowed to be out, or in the consciousness at all."
What! Yugi's other side cried, outraged. No, I'm not leaving aibou!
"Mou hitori no boku, its okay," Yugi said out loud. "I'll be fine I can take care of myself."
But… his other self protested. Yugi smiled reassuringly.
"I'll be fine. Don't worry," Yugi answered calmly. There was a long pause.
If he even touches you… he began, Yugi nodded in understanding. Be careful.
"I will," Yugi said. His other half sighed reluctantly and then Yugi felt him slowly faded way from Yugi's conscious mind, locking himself away from the living world. Yugi could barely feel him buried within the depths of his consciousness. He felt strange. After hours of struggling to feel or hear his other personality, Yugi's head was too quiet now that he was the only one in his mind again. Yugi tried to put this strange new feeling out of his thoughts and turned to see the normal Bakura's wide brown eyes blinking as if he had just awoken from a deep sleep. He spotted Yugi in front of him.
"Yugi-kun?" he asked confused, looking around as though he had missed something important. "What are…" Yugi smiled.
"I brought a puzzle for us to put together," Yugi said putting the box down on the table. "I thought it would be a nice change from coloring."
Bakura paused for a moment still wondering where he was but sat down at the table anyway. "Sure, that would be great. Thanks," he answered nodding eagerly.
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Ishtar watched the security tape over and over again, her mind pondering the contents of the scene before her. Yugi had talked to the dark side of Bakura and actually convinced him bring his normal personality back out. It was impossible! How had he done it? In her five years of studying her patients, interacting with them and coaching them through therapy sessions, she had never been able to make as much progress with Bakura as Yugi had made in that two-hour visit. Yugi obviously knew something she didn't.
Frustrated, she paused the tape. The frame froze on a picture of the dark personality of Bakura's face. Ishtar's insides squirmed unpleasantly; icy knives climbed up her spine. She didn't know what but there was something about this side of Bakura that scared her, more than anything else she could imagine.
There was a white flash in Ishtar's mind again. She gasped and as a sharp familiar pain pierced her throat. She clutched her neck with trembling fingers.
'Not again,' she pleaded closing her eyes.
Another flash of light inside her eyelids blinded her; she could smell blood and see red all over her. Ishtar forced her eyes open again and the illusion disappeared. Her mouth was hanging open forcing air into her lungs. One hand gripped her armrest firmly trying to calm herself down; the other was still at her throat.
'It's only a dream,' she convinced herself firmly. 'This vision doesn't mean anything!'
There was a sudden loud knock at the door, snapping Ishtar's attention back to the world of reality. Ishtar took a long deep breath, collecting her wits again, and turned off the TV. "Enter," she called, placing her hands calmly in her lap. A large man with a thick neck walked in, the brown-nosed Ringo-sensei entering in behind him.
"Kudamono-sama, I was not expecting you," Ishtar greeted in strained politeness.
"Indeed," the large man said haughtily. "I've heard some disturbing rumors about what's been going on in your project…" the man continued standing very stiffly in his gray tweed business suit. Ishtar shot a skeptical glare at Ringo-sensei; the doctor flinched.
"Well, I'm not quite sure what you've heard but everything is going smoothly," she reassured. Kudamono snorted, his great bulk shaking unpleasantly.
"I've heard you've been letting your patients meet one another, Ishizu-san." Ishtar's insides grew cold. "This is simply unethical, I can not allow it!"
"You've heard incorrectly," Ishtar answered stiffly. "I have done no such thing."
"Really?" the man questioned, beady little eyes narrowing. "Because I have several sources that say other wise."
"With all respect, Kudamono-sama, this is my project," she answered sharply.
"And many people are starting to question your ability to complete the project, considering your… history with that patient." Ishtar, once again, glared at Ringo.
"I assure you, my brother's involvement only increases my determination to finish what I have started," she said jaw clenched in irritation. Ringo jumped out from behind the large man with a triumphant shout.
"HA! See! I told you Kudamono-sama; she is out of control! As head of this hospital you have the obligation to remove her before one of her patients becomes even more physically or mentally damaged than they already are!" Ishtar shot out of her chair angrily, her desk shaking in her sudden movement.
"You promised me when I joined this hospital that I would have full control over this project! My contract says so!" she cried. The large man shook his head.
"Yes… but your contract also says that if I find your performance is harmful to the patients under your control I have the liberty to remove them from your care," Kudamono explained sternly, sausage-like fingers toying with his ugly gray tie.
"I haven't harmed them! They are all-"
"I have evidence that one of your patients got seriously injured after his meeting with another one of your patients! A meeting that you arranged yourself!" Ringo answered shrilly, holding up a videotape smugly.
"Seriously injured! It was only a bruise!" Ishizu explained frantically, panic tightening her voice. "Barely anything to worry about-"
"So you admit to arranging their meeting then!" Ringo interrupted excitedly. Ishtar gaped, wide panicked eyes searching for an explanation.
"Kudamono-sama, I assure you-" but she knew it was useless.
"Ishizu-san, I'm afraid I have no choice to remove you from this case," he said gravely, shaking his head again. Ishtar's insides froze; she couldn't breathe. Behind Kudamono, Ringo was grinning wickedly with success. "Do not worry, I shall place the care of your brother and the others in Ringo-sensei's capable hands," he explained.
"It would be my honor," Ringo answered gratefully with a small bow. The Head of the Hospital nodded and then turned back to the stunned Ishtar.
"For your actions I could easily have you thrown out of the medical field all together but sense you are quite a valuable asset to this institution I will move you down to the Green level patients," he explained and turned to leave. "Be grateful that you still have a job."
Ishtar was trembling with anger, her hands shaking in her wrath. "Grateful?" she questioned, voice unsteady. "I will not leave my brother in the hands of this incompetent fool!" she cried. Her fingers pried open a secret compartment under her desk and her hands closed around the object's smooth cool handle.
"What?" exclaimed Ringo. Kudamono frowned disappointedly.
"Ishizu-san, you-" Kudamono began. Ishtar brought the small handgun up the side of the man's head.
"Go to hell," she hissed and without a second thought pulled the trigger. Ringo screamed as droplets of the CEO's blood spluttered on the walls and carpet. The Head of the Hospital's body fell to the ground, a shocked whitened expression on his fat face. She turned the gun toward Ringo; the other doctor fell over in his fear.
"I-Ishizu-san, be r-reasonable! P-people will hear the gun shot- you don't want to go to jail-" he squeaked.
"I don't care what happens to me," she explained her eyes deadly calm, Ringo's face slowly filling up with horror. "I will not let you take my brother away from me," she said her voice cold and harsh. There was another loud crack and the other doctor fell dead upon the floor.
The room filled up with silence; Ishtar could not even hear the sound of her own breathing. The gun slipped from her weak fingers, carelessly falling onto the floor. What now? What was she to do now? Someone would of heard the gunshot and if not they would discover the bodies sooner or later.
'I have no choice,' she decided, her face stony and determined. 'I can't wait any longer. It has to be tonight.'
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"Well, I'd say it was a successful day!" Yugi said cheerfully, falling back onto his bed, arms tucked underneath his head. "That puzzle was so much fun and Bakura-kun seemed to enjoy himself."
You seem quite joyous as well, Yugi's phantom observed, his voice slightly depressed.
"What's wrong? Are you still upset that the other Bakura made you go away?" Yugi asked, sitting up on his cot.
No, his other self lied hastily. I'm glad you and Bakura had a good time… he insisted glumly. Yugi stared at the walls of his prison thoughtfully.
"To tell you the truth, it was weird not having you there," Yugi explained casually, his eyes concentrating on the bandaged hand in his lap "I guess I've gotten so used to you being by my side… I just felt so empty."
'Why am I telling him this?' Yugi thought. His other personality didn't answer. There was an awkward silence echoing through their link. Yugi changed the subject. "I'm glad I could help out Bakura-kun though! He seemed so lonely when we first met him."
Y-yeah, his other self agreed awkwardly. They both had no idea what to say.
"It's really strange actually," Yugi pondered forehead wrinkled slightly in concentration. "Ishtar-sensei seems more afraid of Bakura-kun than Malik."
Well, she is related to him… his other self suggested logically.
"But doesn't the other Malik, in some ways, seem a little bit more psychotic than the other Bakura," Yugi asked.
I don't know. I don't like either of them, his other self answered firmly. Yugi sighed and shook his head.
All the sudden, there came a scream from next door. Yugi looked wildly around.
"Did you hear that?" Yugi asked urgently standing up from his bed.
It sounded like Bakura, his other self answered. Yugi ran over to the tiny window in his door, trying to see if something was happening outside.
"I can't see anything!" Yugi cried, standing on the tip of his toes, straining to look around the frame of the window.
Again, Bakura's shrill cry echoed dully through the wall only this time it was abruptly cut off. Yugi's stomach dropped unpleasantly; something bad was happening, he could feel it.
"Bakura-kun!" Yugi tried to cry through the cell to his friend, placing both his hands on the wall in front of him. "BAKURA!" There was dead silence. Yugi placed his ear right up against the wall, straining to hear something, anything on the other side, the sound of his own rapidly beating heart making his eardrums ring.
'What's going on in there?' Yugi wondered desperately. A loud click interrupted his thoughts as the door to Yugi's own cell suddenly unlocked. It opened and Ishtar-sensei stepped inside, her white doctor's coat rustling ominously behind her. Yugi sighed in relief, his rigid body temporarily relaxing.
"Ishtar-sensei, I heard a noise in Bakura's room! It sounds like he's been attacked!" Yugi explained urgently. The doctor didn't move, her sharp eyes fixed on her patient. Yugi's eyes widened in disbelief. "You have to go over there and see what's happened!"
"I know what's happened…" she answered smoothly. Ishtar took one casual step to the side and three guards filed in behind her. Yugi gaped, stunned for a brief moment.
"What are you doing?" he asked weakly, wide panicked eyes staring around at the men surrounding him.
"I'm sorry, Yugi," she answered emotionlessly and the guards grabbed him.
Aibou! his double cried. Yugi thrashed his puny arms against the over-sized guards' limbs. One of them twisted Yugi's arms behind his back and forced him down, kneeling on the floor. Ishtar didn't even blink, her face blank as stone as she took a needle out of her pocket.
"Why are you doing this, Ishtar-sensei?" Yugi questioned shrilly, struggling uselessly. The doctor approached slowly, carelessly taking the cap off of the needle.
"This case is the most important thing to me," she answered kneeling down beside him.
Aibou! his double cried in Yugi mind but his voice seemed too far away.
"I will not let anyone take it away from me," she continued and drove the needle into Yugi's neck. Yugi gasped and there was an odd burning sensation in his neck, the drug taking effect almost immediately.
"Mou… hitori no bo…" and all around him went black.
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WOOOOOOOOOO! YAY! CLIFFIE!
Oh, Malik, you mischievous little imp you.
Malik: (sleeps on Yugi)
Yugi: (gulp) Help.
Yami no Yugi: MINE! (grabs Yugi)
Malik: (cries)
Yami no Malik: (slaps Yami no Yugi) BITCH!
Um… maybe I'm getting I little too carried away…
For the record I really do want people to give me constructive criticism so I can improve my writing. So please don't feel bad about pointing out my mistakes, that's the only way I can learn.
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