Willowwind: I can explain. ...Does anyone else get déjà vu from that?
Legolas: Hmm...I wonder why?
Willowwind: Okay, to start off with...major writer's block. Couldn't think of ANYTHING on ANY story. AT ALL. Then, when I got over that...a little before it, actually...my computer stopped letting me see some pages...AND THE LOGIN PAGE ON FF.N WAS ONE OF THEM! I couldn't even log in to sign reviews... So then I went on vacation for a while, and I was still busy when I came back, but not as busy. So...I tried again. Still not working. In fact, the whole INTERNET isn't working on my computer as I'm writing this. My dad's resetting it...maybe it'll work then... And then I can post this long-overdue chappie.
Updated note: I extended it a bit. I hope that may partially make up for its lateness.
Legolas: ...You didn't do the reviews.
Willowwind: Ah, yes. Thank you. This replies to ALL the reviews I got, even the ones for that ridiculously wrong note. Apologies for that too.
Reviews:
Waffles4eva: Hey, the deal was that I get it up within a week. It said nothing about making it long. And it was only a very few words shorter than ch. 11. I think this one'll be longer... Making slights on democracy is fun. I just might make a few more.
Pikpik246: Hm...I guess you have a point. I'll probably be writing fanfiction for my original stories someday...if I ever finish them...
Suggarrush: I like your name. And I don't think Bakura's head hurts much...his hair is so poofy, I doubt much pain got through.
Dying Angel Ryou: Yes...chores...I got in trouble for not doing them. Oh well...at least my computer time isn't restricted again.
Her Sweetness: My mom cut my time a while ago...hence the period of almost no updates. And it was because 'I was spending too much time on the computer'. So, what'd you do?
person: Really, I have no idea why a hamburger flipper would be in a prison cell. I'll think of something and put it in the chappie.
WolfSisterKorrina: Uh, thanks. And I update every...Tuesday for me...might be Wednesday in some places before I update. But that's all beside the point. Thanks for your kind words.
Computerfreak101: (goes very red) So many compliments... Ah, so you're a PotO fan, too? I had an idea for a fic a while ago...I believe I lost it. And tell your yami I do care. I like reading PotO fanfiction, and if you write one, I'll read it.
WolfSisterJazlynn: No...I don't think Bakura gets hurt very much. One, he's a spirit thingee. Two, he has poofy hair that would most likely take most of the blow. So no worries. He's fine. Thank you for reviewing and e-mailing!
Nachzes Black-Rider: You REVIEWED! (glomps you) So, I take it they have a cat there. That is black. And you like it. And do French keyboards have keys with letters with accents? Cause it's very annoying to do it on these. And you know me better than any other reviewer. Would I really SWEAR in my chappies? I'm assuming that's why you went back and checked. Were you typing something else and then had to go? Cause that's the only explanation I can think of for the Fra thing. Meh. ARE YOU UPDATING YOUR LJ? I could go check, of course, but we all know I'm lazy.
redconvoy: Yeah...I'm not saying I don't like democracy more than other things, but it can get a little annoying when the party you want is never voted in...
BakaBakurasotherlady: You're very welcome. I love writing this fic.
Shikyo666: Eh heh...thanks so much for pointing out the flaw...I missed a word. Supposed to be 'you can't read Japanese'. Cause he's not writing in Japanese. Egyptian. Yes... Sorry!
Dragon-Charmer16: Uh...very much randomness. Well, here's an update!
Hui Xie: Aww...(patpatpat) Thanks for reviewing, though. I shall review every chapter of your YGO HP cross if it KILLS ME! And it's 141, with your review. Happy birthday in a few days, btw...
Reviews for my note:
DreamCherry66: ...For some reason, I didn't get an alert when you reviewed. So I didn't have a response written in here. How odd. Anyhoo...here's the chappie, and sorry for its lateness again.Thank you for your patience!
Computerfreak101: ...You scare me muchly. That is the closest thing to a flame I've ever gotten. Yes, I was planning on deleting the note. I didn't want to put it up, but my conscience would not let me go off to camp without putting up some sort of notice as to why the chappie wasn't up yet. So yes, I'm aware I broke rules, and I'm sorry fer it, but I think that a little rule-breaking should be allowed to prevent my death from angry reviewers, don't you?
person: (sob) Yes, I know it's way too late. Sorry! ...But I did update.
bakura's soulmate: Yes! Better late than never! Thank you for being patient.
Thief-Joelle: Heh...well...I hope it's supergood...
WolfSisterKorrina: I like camp...it just interferes with my writing time. Thanks for waiting!
My Seto: Hmm...three week camp? (stare) I'll be back in school by then. You must not be from Canada. Either that or you go to a private school... So, I guess you won't be reading this for a while, then... Ah well. Please leave a review when you get back?
Willowwind: There we go. Now enjoy the next chapter of the fic!
Legolas: Make me.
Willowwind: I wasn't talking to you. Roll fic!
Disclaimer: WHAT DO YOU THINK?
Warnings: Stupidity, kitchen appliances...you know the story. Oh! And the introduction of some new characters who are every bit as OOC as the others!
Updated note 2: Thank you immensely to Shikyo666 for pointing out a flaw in the previous chappie. Bakura is writing in his journal in Egyptian. The caller ID in Japan would be in Japanese, or so I assume. So he can't read Japanese, and that's what Ryou was talking about through the mental link when he said that Bakura couldn't read. I think I changed it...but if I didn't, that's what that was about.
The Secret Journal of Bakura the GreatChapter Thirteen
How Yami found a hamburger flipper in here is quite beyond me. I mean, he may be the Pharaoh and all, but that still gives him NO RIGHT to change what makes sense to suit himself! Humph. He probably summoned it from the Shadow Realm or something. (A/N: A wonderful theory, Bakura. But we'll never know...)
Just for that, I'm not talking to him. I have more important things to do anyways. Like finding a way out of this room. This should not pose a problem. I am Bakura! The greatest tomb robber in history! King of thieves! Prince of ticking the Pharaoh off! Not that the last one has anything to do with escape abilities...it could, though. I had to run a lot. So now I'm fast. Muaha. Still...I CANNOT BE CONTAINED!
Just...hindered for a while. -.-;
Well...there doesn't seem to be any way out besides the door. Well, that's not entirely true. I could technically go back into the Ring, and I'd be out, but Ryou would kill me three times over...first for leaving Bakura here, then for leaving the Pharaoh and the Midget here, and then for running away in general. He could do it, you know. I don't die. So he could kill me a few times, because I wouldn't die. Yes. That makes sense.
Yes, it does.
Yes, it does.
Yes, it does.
Someone's coming. Hold on.
NO, YOU HAVE NOT WON! I JUST HAD TO GO LOOK AT WHO'S COMING! It's Malik, btw.
No, you haven't.
No, you haven't.
No, you haven't.
No, you haven't.
I don't have time for this! I'll deal with you later! We're being taken off somewhere right now.
No, you haven't. And I'm gonna shut you before you argue again.
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Snapping his journal shut angrily, Bakura stuffed the book into his pocket and stood to face the not-so-light hikari who just opened the door.
"Follow me," Malik ordered, turning to leave.
I snorted, smirking at him. "And if we don't?"
Malik tiredly pulled his gun out. "We don't have time for this, tomb robber."
"I can't be killed."
"So you've mentioned. But the bunny can, and I doubt your hikari would like seeing it dead." A small amount of concern rose up in me as he redirected his aim to the small black furball on the floor. 'Wait a second. Concern? I don't like that stupid bunny. At all. I just...don't want Ryou to get mad.'
Good enough. (A/N: Nachzes, if you don't recognize that, I shall smack you. And I don't care if you're in France. I shall anyways. I wrote more, btw. And if you recognized it, you'll know what I'm talking about.)
"Fine." I picked up Bakura and motioned for the Pharaoh to follow, but I didn't speak to him, because I wasn't speaking to him. ...And yes, that did make sense.
Yes, it did.
Stop laughing at me, you pathetic mortals! (A/N: (slap) BAKURA, IF YOU DON'T STOP BREAKING DOWN THE FOURTH WALL AND INSULTING REVIEWERS AWAY, I SHALL SIC RYOU ON YOU!)
Meep.
(A/N: I MEAN NOW!)
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"Ryou?"
"Hm?"
"Do you have any clue where we're going?"
"Yup. Bakura was mentioning that he wanted to go out to get kidnapped tonight. I didn't actually think he was serious, though..."
"Who would've? So, where are we going?"
"81st ave. and 111th st."
"You think they'll be there?"
"I think it's a good place to start."
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We were lead into a small, dark room, not at all unlike the one we had just come out of. Yami Malik was sitting on a chair opposite two empty chairs, which he motioned for us to sit in. I did so, dragging the pharaoh down with me and pushing him into the other chair.
"What do you want?" Yami glared sullenly at our captor.
The blond yami smirked. "I thought we could just sit down and discuss our current situation like gentlemen." Yami and I remained silent, both finding it wise to refrain from commenting at the sheer idiocy of the statement. (A/N: Sorry. Me vocabulary has been suppressed for quite some time, and it appears to be forcing itself out right now...) "Here is where we stand: all three of you are at my mercy, and must do whatever I say if you wish to keep your lives...or, in the case of Bakura, your freedom from the Shadow Realm. I have a plan to take over the world, and you three are going to help me. You are going to do exactly as I say, or...let me assure you that you'll regret it."
A plan was forming in my mind already. "And what is it you want us to do?"
That smirk again. If he didn't have bodyguards everywhere, I'd get up and smack it off his face. "I knew you'd see it my way. Now, here is what I need you to do..."
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Yami Malik watched as his prisoners exited the room to follow his command. His hikari waited until the door was shut before commenting on the plan.
"Are you seriously going to trust them with the fate of this whole next step?"
The yami leaned back, a calm half-smile on his face. "You must learn to trust me, Malik. Would I have trusted them with the fate of the mission if I wasn't absolutely sure they could handle it?"
"I suppose not," Malik replied humbly.
"Precisely. They shall carry out this next step exactly as planned...they don't have a choice."
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(A/N: I was gonna end the chappie right here, but I know too much math: long waiting period plus ridiculously short update equals dead authoress, and I don't believe I'd like that. But I had a problem...I had no planned plot from here. So I went with the general authoress pleasing crowd ploy...when everything else deserts you, add more characters. I only know of four more characters who haven't been used yet, as I don't watch the show, and I'm about to stick two of them in. One is coming in very much later, and one I don't plan to have in at all. But you didn't need to know that. So just for that, I ain't tellin' you who's comin' in. But it should be obvious anyways. And if Nachzes doesn't get it, I shall smack her. ...Same to Waffles4eva. You have been warned, my friends. Now I end the long AN and get back to the story.)
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Approximately Five Hours LaterThe cool night air blew into his home as he stepped inside and shut the door. He had a bad day; a tylenol or something of the sort would be a good idea now. And maybe some coffee to help keep him awake – he had a lot of work to do still. (A/N: -.- This is so obvious, it's not even funny. I give up. I put who it is in, because it's easier, and it's too obvious anyways.)
The brunet looked up, expecting to see his little brother come racing down the stairs in his pajamas to ask how his day went. Nothing. Perhaps Mokuba was asleep...
Work forgotten, Seto made his way up the stairs, towards the younger boy's room. The door was shut, as it would be if Mokuba were in there. He gave a quiet knock on the door, then a bit louder when he got no response. Still nothing. He tried the door handle – it was unlocked.
His face remained impassive as he stepped inside the darkened room. Wind blew in through the completely open window, and Mokuba wasn't there. His irises had shrunk to about the size of a pencil point, but his expression was otherwise indecipherable. He glanced around the room, and soon found what he was looking for. A note. Upon further examination, it proved to be computer-printed and short.
"If you wish to see your brother again, then come to 81st ave. and 111th st. tomorrow night at 8:00 sharp. Do not bring anyone with you, and do not tell anyone where you're going, or your brother's life will be forfeit."
Only the night listened as the young CEO sighed. "Again?"
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Stupid tomb keeper. Making us do his dirty work, then expecting to claim all the rewards at the end. And kidnapping the priest's brother wasn't easy...that place has technology in its security that shouldn't exist for about another hundred years.
In fact, if I wasn't the king of thieves, I don't believe I would've managed it.
Oh, stop laughing at me. It's true.
TRUE! TRUE I SAY!
Yes, I was bragging. You have a problem with that?
Suffer.
I'm going to ignore that. Now, I just have to wait for the opportune moment to pull my plan into action, and then the tomb keeper and his hikari will no longer be problems. But I still need to get the pharaoh onto my side. Thankfully, I know how to do that.
Honestly, Yami Malik must be three fries short of a Happy Meal if he doesn't see the hole in his plot. It's about as big as that state in the US that starts with a 'T', but I cannot be bothered to remember that now. (A/N: If you are American and were offended by that statement, I apologize. Now stop taking everything so personally.) Ah well, all the better for me. It's almost too easy. Which, at this point in time, is a good thing.
Well, here's the tomb keeper's plan. I'm surprised...it's not as idiotic as he is. Malik must've helped him think it u
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Running in circles now. Apparently the tomb keeper doesn't appreciate being called idiotic or three fries short of a Happy Meal. Not that I blame him for that, but he'd do himself a favour if he'd just realize the tru
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Tomb keeper has small clay pot. Must run. More later. Maybe.
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Willowwind: And that, unfortunately, is the end of the chappie.
Legolas: Unfortunately?
Willowwind: Not to you, possibly.
Willowwind's Mom: WILLOWWIND! GET TO BED BEFORE I DISSECT YOU! (Disclaimer: She didn't actually say that.)
Willowwind: (sigh) Fine. I'll post this in the morning. Maybe the internet will be working by then. G'night, everyone, and please review!
Updated note: I is posting now. Which is not exactly morning, but who cares? It's up, ain't it? Yes, the internet is working. I is happy. Muchly happy. NOW REVIEW, OR YOU SHALL NEVER SEE ANOTHER UPDATE AGAIN!