Authors Note: I realize that I kinda dropped off the face of the earth for awhile there. I apologize, and I hope you enjoy this new chapter. I will try and update again as soon as I can. For now though, read and review. Also, I changed my mind of how I was going to be doing pairings, so if you still want to vote, then all pairings are options, including the main pairing. They both just might get Joey, or neither. You pick, I decide. Enjoy the chapter
CHAPTER 8: Pasts Reunited
"RUN! GET OUT OF HERE! I'LL TAKE CARE OF THEM; YOU JUST GET OUT OF HERE!" I heard a familiar voice yell to me. I wanted to run away so badly, but I couldn't just leave him there. Against my better judgment I ran back to help just as the agents chasing us were about to go in for the kill. I pushed the young brown – haired boy out of the way, and……. BEEP!
'What the heck', I thought, regaining consciousness. That stupid alarm just had to wake me up at that precise moment. Anyway, I have to say that that was the weirdest dream I've ever had. One thing about it that I don't understand is that I don't have a clue as to the identity of anybody in my dream, so why did they seem so familiar? I wonder… does it have to do with those five years I was missing for? Hmm….
"Marik! (Didn't expect that did you ) Come down stairs. You have a phone call!"
"Coming Isis!" I yelled back down. I really didn't have time for this. I might have finally had a clue to my past, and then I get interrupted. This had better be good.
"Hello? Who is this?" I spoke politely into the phone, even though all I wanted to do was yell at them for disturbing my train of thought. The dream ran through my mind again, and I couldn't help the shudder from the creepiness of it. Before long though, the person on the other line decided to talk.
"Marik! It's me, Yugi. I just got word that Joey was in the ICU last night, and even though he's been moved, he's still in bad condition! I thought that since you and Joey seemed to have become friends and all, that….." I didn't bother to listen to the young pharaoh continue his nervous tirade, and just hung up the phone. I stood still for a minute in absolute disbelief. I couldn't believe it! First the weird dream, and now this! Someone must really have it in for me right now. It was true, that Joey and I had become good friends over the past couple of months following the whole battle city fiasco, but I hadn't spoken to him in almost two weeks. I hope nothing to serious happened, because if something ever happened to him I…. well… I don't quite know what I would do. Enough of this meandering, I need to get to Domino Hospital immediately. With that thought in mind, I was showered and dressed and on the road on my motorcycle in a personal record of eight minutes flat. Now, to see what on earth happened to Joey. Please don't let him be to hurt. I couldn't bear losing my only real friend.
Two speeding tickets, one wounded dog, ten freaked out birds, and ten minutes later I found my self walking into Domino Hospital clad in my trademark leather pants and crop shirt, a leather jacket, and a black motorcycle helmet clutched between two leather clad hands. 'Crap! I forgot to ask Yugi what room he was in before I hung up on him. Maybe I should have listen to the rest of his babbling. Oh well, I'm sure there is a nice receptionist that can help me find his room. Now where's the receptionist?' Five minutes later, I found the 'nice' receptionist. In all honesty though, she looked like that one principle out of that Matilda movie. (Great movie by the way) She probably had the same temper to.
"Excuse me miss" I asked politely, hoping that maybe she was nicer than she looked.
"What you want!" She snapped, baring her disgustingly brown teeth at me as if I had offended her in some cruel way. Yep, she definitely had the same temper as the principle. Determined not to get my self thrown out by sniping back at her I continued to act polite. I would see Joey if I killed me.
"Could you please tell me what room a mister Joey Wheeler is in?" I asked with a forced smile of politeness. Just give me the dang number and get out of my life.
"Why should I? What, with you coming up here acting all high and mighty, to good to walk on the same ground as us. You know what; just to get you and your kind out of here I'll give you the number." The old woman said with a scowl on her ugly face. She then turned back to her computer and ignored me.
'Ookaayy... That was weird. I think she's off her meds. Anyway, at least she'll give me the number so I can be on my way to see Joey. I wonder what happened to him.' Images of him covered in bandages and casts with blood all over his body filled my mind. I pushed them to the back of my mind, not wanting to fear the worst.
"Sir, I have the number now if you would like to pay attention to us lowly servants." Came the sour voice of the old woman. It was a voice that I was quickly getting sick just hearing.
"Thank you for your trouble, now could you please tell me what it is?" I asked as politely as I could muster. I must not have been polite enough, because she gave me the worst teeth showing scowl that would have sent Marik to the bathroom puking his guts out.
"213, now get out of my sight you insolent little brat." She spat out and quite literally to. Quite happy to finally be out of her company, I walked as fast as I could to find the room.
The woman spitting out insults about insolent brats now long in the distance, I found the room. Just as I was about to go in, a young man about my age who I don't recall having ever met; walked out. He looked awfully familiar, but like that dream I just couldn't place him. I tried to get his attention, but he didn't even notice me as he rushed down the hall with a pissed look on his face. I wonder what happened to him. I guess I won't know until I open the door will I. I gulped in anticipation and fear. I had been waiting for this moment, but now that it was here, I wasn't so sure about going in. I was a bit scared of what I'd find. Then again, he could be just fine by now. So what am I waiting for? Just suck it up Malik. You're stronger than this. You are not acting like yourself at all. Alright, I can do this. I grasped the silver handle on the stark white door, and turned the knob….
I turned the knob and….. died of a heart attack at the sight of Joey in a puppy costume making out with Tea.
(I'm just kidding. I hope you enjoyed the chapter, minus that last sentence. This is my first real update in almost two years, and I hope its okay. If I need to edit anything because it doesn't make sense, just let me know. Keep voting on parings, and let me know if I should keep writing, or if I'm wasting my time. Anyway. Enjoy. Arigato Gozaimasu. Ja matte ne.