Quite proud of myself on this one, for I wrote most all of it by myself without Battygirl's help. Sweet... My favorite part in this chapter has to be the description of Jagger's house. I love it mainly because it's like the best description I've ever written. Now everyone knows what kind of imagination I have... a satanic one. Anyways, please review. I already went over the stuff about Battygirl and I not owning Bakura and Kokujo (although we wish we did).
-Egyptian Wolf
Chapter 2
As Bakura paced around the room looking frantic, Kokujo and Misty sat on the bed in Risika's room, watching him pace.
"Who was that guy?" Kokujo broke the silence with his deep voice.
"I don't know but we have to get her back," Bakura replied, still pacing and staring at the floor.
Misty began to wave her hand around in the air frantically, yelling in her high-pitched tone of voice, which was almost like a squeal, "Ooh! Ooh! Pick me! Pick me! I know!"
"What?" Bakura spat.
"Umm... I can teleport. Would that help?"
"No..." Bakura snapped back before he even gave it thought. He always figured nonsence came from Misty's mouth, but he stopped himself. "Wait, why didn't you tell us that before?"
"I don't know," Misty replied, smiling insanely.
"Can you take all of us? I mean, teleport him, you, and me," he pointed at Kokujo at the word 'him', "All to the same place?"
"Yep."
"Well then what are we waiting around here for? Let's frickin' go already!" Bakura urged.
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"How many times do I have to tell you? You're not Dad!" Risika screamed at her brother. "You don't have to be so protective of me!"
"I know I'm not Dad. He's been dead for thousands of years," Jagger replied coolly. "But I can be protective of your safety, you're the only relative I have left. You obviously don't remember who took care of you when you were exiled from the pack?"
"That was when I was younger; I didn't know how to survive then. I have a life now so leave me alone!" Risika spat.
Jagger no longer felt like arguing. He shrugged his shoulders and walked away.
Risika sat on the couch inside Jagger's home and crossed her arms. She sank into the couch and whispered, "You're lucky I can't teleport back home." Jagger had placed some sort of charm on Risika that prevented her from teleporting anywhere out of this dimension.
Luckily enough for them, Jagger had just walked upstairs when Misty, Kokujo, and Bakura appeared. Risika looked up and was startled to see them there, recovered, and flung herself at Bakura, embracing him tightly. Almost instantaneously, the look of happiness drained from her expression.
"If Jagger knew you guys were here," Risika whispered, grabbing Bakura's shoulders, glancing at all of them, "You'd all be dead for sure."
"We're not leaving without you," Bakura replied reassuringly.
Jagger's footsteps echoed down from upstairs. Looking up to the ceiling worriedly, Risika got an idea and glanced at the door.
"Jagger! I"m going outside for a while!" She didn't wait for a reply as she herded everyone out the door, slamming it shut behind her.
"Holy..." Kokujo's voice trailed off as she stared out at their surroundings.
Outside of the house was like hell itself. Bones were scattered about the war-torn earth. Trees were scorched and ashes were in the place of grass. In some places the eternal flames of heat and hell remained burning, smoke polluting the air. The sky was black, as if it were the starless sky at midnight. A dragon-like creature soared over their head, guarding the skies. Small, imp-like creatures wandered through the ashes, looking quite dazed and confused as they seeked a non-existant shelter. The stench of death, toxins, and burning flesh filled the air. It was so bad that they all had to breath through their clothing, or else they might pass out or get sick.
Looking back at the house they had just exitied, it was black and blended in with the sky. It was quite ramshackle and parts of it were burnt and collapsing in on itself. Pieces of roof were missing and large scorched holes littered the side of the home. One hole was big enough for Risika to fit through, not like she wanted to go back in there or anything. Cracks lined the broken sidewalk and it appeared as if blood had rained upon the ground. A strong demonic aura radiated out from the home, protecting it from further damage.
Another creature of some sort scurried past, but not without stopping and staring at the four. Risika growled and watched it run away, terrified.
"Let's just hurry up and get out of here," Risika said, her voice slightly muffled as she held the collar of her shirt up over her face.
Back at the mansion, Misty turned to Risika and asked, "So who was that guy anyways?"
"Yeah," Kokujo responded, "And where were we? I think that guy literally lived in hell."
"That," Risika sighed, staring down at her feet and pausing for a moment, "Was my brother."
"You have a brother?" All three asked simultaneously then stared at each other in return.
Risika nodded her head. "Yeah, and he hates all humans. He doesn't want me near them. I don't see how you guys could be so bad," Risika snuggled up next to Bakura, "I mean, look where he lives."
Bakura wrapped his arms around Risika's waist as he stood behind her and whispered in her ear, "At least you're here now."
"What about that 'Jagger' guy? Won't he try to get you back and away from us?" Misty asked. Kokujo looked at her, quite shocked that something logical was coming from her mouth.
"Probably," Risika sighed. "But, we can't fight him; he's too powerful. He's an elemental like me, the most powerful and most unstoppable of all demons. I don't want any of you hurt. Maybe I should just leave."
"But," Bakura studdered, drawing her in closer, "You can't leave. No, not again."
"He'll kill you!" Risika exclaimed, looking worried up at Bakura, tears beginning to form in her dark eyes.
"I'd rather die than lose you again."
Misty glanced at Kokujo and cuddled closer to him. He simply gave her the what-do-you-want-now look and did nothing else. They both watched as Risika broke Bakura's grip on her by walking upstairs, then Bakura followed.
Misty found herself alone with Kokujo and tackled him to the ground. She smiled as she layed ontop of him before he shoved her off. Looking dumbly up at him, she remained sitting on the floor as he stood and brushed himself off, glaring at her. He tried to walk away before he felt something weighing his leg down. Without having to look down, he growled, "Misty!" He tried to walk, trying to shake her off but with no prevail. "Get off me."
"But, I love you," Misty replied in her high-pitched voice while holding out the syllable in the word 'love'. She smiled and stayed clinging to his leg like static.
She instantly relinquished her grip and stood quickly as a loud crack of thunder rattled the foundation of the mansion. Seriousness came to her voice as she announced, "What was that? It's not storming out."
Both heard Risika yelling at someone, then Bakura's voice yell back. Kokujo and Misty knew from the instant that they weren't yelling at each other; no, they would never do such a thing unlike Kokujo and Misty themselves. There was someone else up there, and they belived they knew who.
Running upstairs, the sounds of the brawl grew louder. Opening the door, Jagger shot them both a enraged glare of anger and frustration.
Misty stepped forward and with a sound of sterness and seriousness panging her voice, she pointed at Jagger, "Hey, you asshole! Leave her alo---" She was interrupted as a sudden burst of concentrated energy threw her back against Kokujo and down the hall from wence they came. They both hit the floor with an unnatural thud and skid the rest of the way down the hardwood flooring.
Not wanting them to get hurt, Risika transported everyone in her room to a different dimension. Unfortunately for her, Bakura was transported with Jagger and herself. Realizing what she had done, she stepped between the two, shielding Bakura from her brother.
"Leave him alone, Jagger. He's a demon now, so there's no reason to kill him!" she cried.
Jagger glared. "He's an unwanted demon, an accident. He doesn't deserve the gift he's been given, let alone know how to use it."
