Alright, I really wanted to get this chapter out closer to Halloween… but you know how holidays go. Then I just kept writing and wrote one of my longest chapters ever, so there's a plus for you. Besides, something just wouldn't let me stop in the middle with another cliffhanger, which I am getting quite good at writing I'll have you know. Then a little bit of writer's block… whatever.
XChibiNekoChan: Yeah, pocky is kinda out there. AND I HATE YOU AND YOUR LUCKY ASS COUSIN! But yes, I'm glad this chapter came out at least kinda close to Halloween, which is why I kinda pushed it up, that and I was running out of ideas. And I'm glad you went Trick or Treating, it's so much fun! No matter how old you are! Yes, I thought people would get a kick out of how much ShiShi hates Bakura. And yes, Joey is not the happiest camper in Camp Sunshine. And how could no one love Mokuba? He's so kawaii! Especially his crush on Nami! Whee! And I hope you did well on your Italian oral… uhhh PIZZA! It's the only Italian I know.
Panmotto: Yeah, just the usual werewolf goes berserk. And thanks, I'm glad you like 'em!
Yuka Kitsune: Of course not! Everybody loves humor, and a little fluff can never hurt… or can it… IDEA! (lights light bulb)
Horsie890: Yeah… Uh oh.
P.S. Just have to comment on what xChibiNekoChan said, I hope you all liked that part about spitting a hairball in Bakura's drink. I even forget why ShiShi was mad at him… I just remember it sounding funny. Then, about how Mokie is so cute! I know that Mokie isn't going to be in the pairing, I just thought it would be cute how he looks up to her both as a sister and as a cute girl, but Nami only really sees him as a brother. That gives me an idea for a later chapter… TWO IN ONE!
Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own, so don't sue or I'll sick werewolf Joey on you.
Oh yeah, tried to add a little more humor this depressing chapter. Not much but better than nothing, right?
The pale, radiant light of the full moon shone brightly into the clearing by the river. The plain was oddly silent; there was no chirping of crickets or hooting of owls in the early evening. Around the few figures in the clearing, a shared held breath was being caged in their lungs.
Nami sat with her face frozen, with her eyes wide and mouth hanging open, her face as pale as the moon's glow, the light shining on the little grains of dust around her body and ShiShi in a circle. The other demons had similar faces, of worry and fear etched into their features.
Joey was standing facing the moon, his whole body shaking terribly. His extremely wide eyes turned and looked down, followed by his head to gaze at his trembling hands. Joey's fingers were slightly curled and couldn't stay still, until there was a crack and his fingers straightened.
Suddenly, his finger nails became longer, his hands growing dirty blonde/brown and mostly gray hair all over, while his arms make sickening snaps. Joey's forearms spurted longer as his back bone lurched, throwing his torso forward so that he was hunching over the ground.
Joey brought his now clawed hands and clutched his head, spouting a strange moan from his throat. A loud rip of fabric sent shivers down Nami's spine as four clawed toes shredded through his tennis shoes, a small part of his foot touching the ground with his rough pads as his heel stretched about a foot from his toes.
Wheeler's normally warm chocolate eyes were squeezed shut in pain, then shot open, molding into two menacing yellow with green swirled in slits. The witch felt a knot in her throat appear and tighten, these weren't like ShiShi's eyes, even though strict and mean sometimes, these eyes glowed evilly and full of lust for blood and flesh.
The shadowed figure stood up and pointed his muzzle towards the dark sky, letting loose a blood-curling howl into the night. Nami felt her heart stop beating for a moment, this is what Joey was so worried about, her once, care free friend had been turned into this monster.
The beast shook his great head, all of his shaggy fur ruffling, and then a strange scent filled his nostrils, one he hadn't smelt in a long time: human. The werewolf's lips let loose a growl, not of anger, but of excitement. His golden eyes scanned the clearing, resting on the human dressed in strange clothing sitting and staring at him.
Nami jerked when the shadowy beast turned towards her, an almost haunting laugh coming from it's open fangs. It almost hopped with it's giant mismatched feet, and hobbled with amazing speed at the witch, who was petrified, almost like under a spell.
Just when the large fangs were about to tear through her flesh, Nami screamed and turned away, covering her head with her hands, after a moment, wondering why she wasn't dead yet. Taking a deep breath, she risked peeking out over her shoulder to see what happened behind her, the sight causing her to let loose a small sigh of relief.
The monster Nami once new as Joey was being held in mid-air with wisps of a white fog like substance while he was being pressed against the glowing cylindrical white wall. Next to her, she saw Mai give a sigh of relief and let her guard down, looking over and instantly becoming confused and Nami's frightened expression.
Mokuba, with a very pale face, lightly brushed the temptress's arm, gaining her attention and pointing to the magical wall that was holding Joey back. There was a half a foot long crack in the middle, and the more the werewolf pushed and thrashed, the bigger the spider web of lines grew.
Following one last shove, the beast stopped, growling a content laugh. The witch opened her lips to scream, but didn't have the chance when the werewolf slammed forward, causing the barrier to shatter into pieces like glass and, making Nami fly back so far, she landed near the edge of the forest on her back and did not move.
The monster then lowered back on its back legs and hunched its back so that its hands lightly grazed the dirt. It enjoyed her suffering briefly before charging forward, its wet tongue hanging out of its mouth with slobber flying off.
Tristan's eyes widened as he dashed between Joey and Nami, his claws digging in the werewolf's furry arms while his feet dug into the moist earth, holding back the charging beast. The brown haired demon jabbed his fangs into his lip, biting hard so that it almost started to bleed.
"Joey!" he grunted, "Get a grip! Leave… Nami alone!"
The beast snarled and snapped its lean, muscular jaws in Tristan's face, trying to intimidate him. Unfortunately, Taylor wasn't to be threatened, especially when his best friend was determined to kill their human comrade.
While Tristan kept Joey busy, Yugi, Mokuba and Mai ran over to Nami's side, the young vampire shaking her shoulder roughly and calling into her ear, while the female demon looked on worriedly. The witch was still awfully white, but as the two young demons tried to rouse her, more signs of life, such as the color in her cheeks and breathing returned.
Nami opened her eyes a crack, before blinking and opened them all the way, groaning as she shifted her weight and struggled to sit up. Yugi placed his hand on her back and helped to lift her up, until she was leaning over her lap with her hand grasped tightly on her pounding head.
"Nami?" The young Motou asked softly, "Are you ok?"
"…Make it… stop… spinning…" she mumbled into her hand.
The three sighed when Seto ran up, pausing to look back at Tristan before quickly glancing at Nami.
"Well, at least she's ok." he muttered.
Seto looked away, but jumped and looked down to see that ShiShi swiped his little nails at his legs, hearing the sarcasm, before dashing over and stopping in front of his master. He looked up worriedly at her face, contorted in pain and rubbed his side against her leg, purring softly.
"You hit your head pretty hard against the rock." he observed, before sitting on his hindquarters and glancing at the werewolf but a few feet off.
"There must be something we can do." Nami thought to herself or ShiShi than the others.
"There's nothing you can do." Bakura startled everyone as he leaned against the nearest tree with his arms crossed, "He is what he is. A werewolf and there's nothing a human like you can do about it."
A sudden pang of realization plucked at the young witch's heartstrings. Her hand dropped loosely from her forehead to her lap as she gained Mokuba's attention, everyone else too distracted by Joey. She stared along with them, with blank glazed eyes.
'There's nothing you can do. He is what he is.' Bakura's words flowed around Nami's mind as she lowered her head and balled her fists in her lap. The neko looked up as his ears twitched as he studied her closely.
'This isn't right! My family always told me, "Where there's a will, there's a way!" With the right magic, any problem can be solved! I… I… I can't just stand here why Joey is suffering! I just can't! There has to be something I can do! Someway I can help! Someway only I can.'
Nami opened her eyes, not realizing she shut them in concentration and stared into the fierce eyes of the beast she once called "friend". The cat saw this and smiled, nudging her with his head and nodding, before she reached out and quickly scratched him behind the ears.
The apprentice stood up suddenly, making the demons turn to her with wide eyes. Seto and Mai went to open their mouths and object, but Nami just walked right past them, ignoring the two completely. She continued marching until she was a few feet ahead of Yami, only yards behind the lusting werewolf.
"Nami!" he whispered harshly, reaching out to grab her arm when she shrugged him off.
ShiShi trotted forward and sat down next to her, puffing out his chest, looking like he was going to pull of the dastardly stunt.
The werewolf's ear twitched as it heard Yami call Nami's name, and smirked its fanged mouth. It easily threw Tristan to the side and head straight for the unarmed witch, fangs and claws bared and ready to sink into her flesh.
Yami felt his brain shut down, he was a demon, and therefore was fast, but… what if Joey was faster than him? Nami would be killed, and Joey would forever blame himself. The lycan thought back years ago to someone he knew, that shoulder length red hair, those hazel eyes, the promise he made.
Yami couldn't take it anymore and rushed forward, trying to save her before it was too late. Then he almost tripped in the dirt when he saw her smirk.
Nami brought her left arm across her body, and a soft glow formed around her hand. In a giant gust of wind, her brown and forgotten broom flew from its place on the ground and into its owners outstretched grasp.
The werewolf froze and tried to stop his charge, knowing nothing good would come of it, but it was too late. Nami gripped the broom with both hands and swiveled her heels, swinging her broom like a bat with the bristles on the end furthest from her. As she turned, the hay let loose dozens of sparkles, so much that the beast tried to run backwards and away, terror showing in its yellow eyes.
The witch finished with a cross between a baseball swing and a golf swing, the bristled end slamming into the werewolf and making it fly backwards, landing roughly in the dirt yards away. The demons stared with their mouths open as Nami rested her broom on her shoulder, placing her other hand on her hip and grinning triumphantly.
She was cheering silently to herself, when her thoughts drifted, off to a hopeful and not-to-distant future, where she wouldn't have to life in fear of demons, and Joey didn't have to live in fear of himself. Nami's mind wandered to the thoughts of how life would be like, if Bakura, Seto and the others were the same as her? If they didn't mind that she was human? She could tell it bothered them, even Mai, even if they didn't show it.
The monster lying in the grass snapped open his beady golden eyes, then closed them so that he could watch his prey out of the corner of his eye, while she thought him to be injured or unconscious. Nami turned to give a thumbs up to Mai and the others, when she heard a faint growl behind her.
In mid-step, the witch was tackled to the ground with two furry paws with razor sharp claws digging into her shoulders. Nami gasped and closed her eyes, tilting her head to the side, as the nails dug further into her skin, applying more pressure to her chest and making her squirm, while a drop of sticky and smelly liquid dropped on her cheek.
She opened her closest eye a hair and saw the blood driven beast on top of her, some of the drool from its open mouth hanging down and falling on her face. Buffs of white smog came out of its mouth as the beast's yellow eyes gazed lustily at her, staring deep into her soul. For a instant, a look of sorrow and regret flashed across those eyes.
Then the jaws opened wider, Nami squeezing her eyes shut out of fear. 'This is it. Joey's going to bite me, and then I'll be one like him. No… I'll probably die, demon blood doesn't mix with witch blood. I guess this is the end.'
She felt the smooth edges of the fangs against her neck as she braced for the worst. Then, Nami saw something glowing brightly from her side. She toiled to turn her head and see what it was, before her last moments on this earth were through.
The other demons watched as well with awe; ShiShi's small feline body was glowing a powerful white, like the moon, only it was calming and soothing, and not frightening on this night. His small angular eyes were closed, but when he opened them, they were the same color white, flowing with power.
In a flash, the weight was lifted of Nami, and she coughed violently, being thankful to be able to breath once more. She sat up and hastily ignored the others, who ran immediately to her side, but stared to her right, where the beast was laying on the ground, snarling bitterly.
Joey was in the same position that Nami was in, only the claws on his chest where polished black and there was another giant animal figure on top of him. ShiShi now had the body of a huge black panther, almost as big as or bigger than the monster, his jungle cat claws digging into the werewolf's shoulder while he let loose a deep rumble from his throat. His long and lean ebony tail slowly swayed back and forth as two giant furled bird wings twitched from being tense on his back.
The guardian's once calm voice that once sounded much like a very mature boy's, was now deep and laced with a burning hatred as he spoke a growl, "Friend or not. No demon will touch her."
The beast's once wide and surprised eyes narrowed at this new prey, as his muzzle curled upwards in a mocking smile as his forelegs thrust the wild cat off of his body. ShiShi skid on his side in the grass before pushing his paws into the dirt and pushing of his torso, when Joey jumped on top of him and pushed the guardian back down.
The beast roared and bit into the shoulder of then panther, receiving a loud howl from ShiShi. Then the black panther flexed his claws and dug into the wolf's back, and once Joey was distracted with pain, flipped him over so that he was once again in control.
The witch watched on in horror as the two creatures battled it out, rolling over, clawing and snarling. She placed her right hand over her heart and bit her lip, using every muscle in her body to fight the urge to rush in and try and use magic.
ShiShi yowled as he was thrown backward, landing in front of Nami, laying on his side. Even though he made many a bruises, was bleeding profusely and had many cuts, ShiShi still pushed himself up off the ground and stood protectively in front of his charge, his wings unfurling and stretching to the side to cover her even more.
The monster got to his feet as well and stood a few yards away from the witch and the other demons. He snarled and crouched slightly down, tightening his muscles to be ready to pounce at any moment. ShiShi growled and snapped his jaws, his own way of saying "Don't do it".
The werewolf obvious didn't care, and dashed forward, ready to let his jaws sink into that panther's flesh. This is where Nami's heart couldn't take anymore, she ran forward before anyone could stop her, standing in front of the shocked ShiShi and throwing her arms wide, tears clouding her vision.
When the claws were about to make contact, a light blue half bubble appeared covering the witch as the beast stopped in mid-air, for he had hit another magical wall. Nami's face contorted in discomfort, as the werewolf pushed harder to try and reach her flesh, but she held her arms firmly out to the side.
Deep in her heart, she felt the pain and the suffering of her guardian, and she felt a new feeling take over her. Rage, a deep hatred yearning to rip every inch of that demented beast apart for all it's done to ShiShi and Joey grew tremendously and ripped from deep inside her.
She narrowed her eyes and slowly struggled to push her arms forward, trying to bring them closer together. For each bit she moved them closer, the further the werewolf got away from her body. When her hands were about a foot apart from each other, Nami suddenly clapped them together, causing the beast to up and fly back and land roughly on the ground.
When the monster finally brought himself to his feet, he saw that Yami, Seto, Tristan and Bakura were standing in front of a shocked Nami while Mai, Yugi and Mokuba were standing at her side, the two little ones holding her hands.
The monster narrowed his eyes and growled under his breath, a nice human meal was right in front of him, and he wasn't going to let these demons take it away from him! He roared and leaped forward, plowing down the front line before standing in front of what was left, a hiss coming from his muzzle.
He jumped on Mokuba and batted away Yugi with his tail, shoving Mai away with his head, before turning to attack Nami. For a split second, the witch froze, staring into Joey's blood-lusted eyes, before running. She leaped over her friends lying on the ground and ran through the brush, the monster following close behind.
Nami ran through the trees, dodging and batting away branches and bunches of leaves in her path, her breath coming in heavy clouds. She could hear the pants of the werewolf coming up fast behind her, of course fairing better than her in the blackness of the forest.
After seeing an opening between two giant oaks, she darted to the left and continued running. Hearing the constant growling only louder, the witch cursed herself and tried to move her legs faster, now feeling tight with strain.
Jumping over a bush, Nami found herself next to a tall tree with millions of leaves looking like a dark green blanket over her head. She hastily grasped the bark in her hands and placed her right boot on the trunk. She heaved her body upwards and hugged the wood tightly with her arms, taking a deep breath before hoisting her body up again and again, until she was well hidden in the topmost part of the canopy.
The witch magically made her body as light as a feather, and popped her head out of the wall of small twigs, pulling herself up and laid out on the bed of leaves. Deep inside her chest, she could feel her heart beating out of control, so Nami lied down on the leaves, resting her right hand on her chest and felt the short pants come out of her lungs as she stared at the radiant full moon.
A strange jolt flew through her bones as she turned to look behind her, her magic trying to warn her, only to be too late and her body was caught in a gust of wind. Because of her now extremely light weight, the poor apprentice was thrown out of the tree and sent tossing and turning around in the air.
Screaming, the poor witch felt like she was on a roller coaster ride, spinning out of control, until she slammed into the ground, a loud thwack sounding as her broom collided with her head. Shaking her head, she got rid of the X's for eyes and sat on her heels, clutching her broom as she examined her surroundings.
Some bizarre feeling rose in Nami's gut and made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on edge. All of a sudden, things started clicking in her brain as she slowly circled around in the small little clearing, clutching her broom tightly to her chest. This is exactly from my dream! It was a premonition! Then… things are going to get a hell of a lot worse…
A sudden rustle and she thrust her broom out in that direction, holding it straight and threateningly. After a silent moment, she looked down to see that her who made the noise, stepping in a pile of leaves and let her shoulders sag.
She stared down at her black boots, confirming that this was her dream, a vision that showed her the future, but for what purpose? Nami looked up above the canopy of trees and saw the full moon glowing magnificently above her, furrowing her brow as thoughts pilled up in her brain, trying to solve this mystery.
A soft growl sounded behind her, and the witch froze. Shaking, she swiveled slowly on the balls of her feet until the was face to face with another wall of forest. She wouldn't have been very scared, if there weren't two yellow slits for eyes glaring back at her.
The apprentice stopped breathing, not letting a single muscle in her body twitch as she stared into the golden eyes and prayed to whatever God was still out there that the monster wouldn't make a move. Sadly for her, the gods had become bored and with their cable out, had nothing better to do than torture the pitiable girl.
Joey snarled and launched himself forward, causing Nami to almost fall back, but she placed her hand behind her so that she only fell part way, almost like a failed Matrix move, while her feet swiveled in the dirt, turning to a different direction, away from death and eternal suffering. She performed a half push up and boosted her body back up and ran as soon as she was steady enough.
Her eyes were so focused behind her, she didn't look ahead… WATCH OUT FOR THAT… tree… And much like George of the Jungle, she ran head first into a three foot thick chunk of wood spurting out of the ground.
With her eyes squeezed tightly shut with pain, Nami clutched her forehead and moaned as she fell to the ground and rolled over to her side. For a long stretch, all was quiet, save for the wind rustling the leaves, until she heard a deep rumbling from above her. The witch felt her heart stop, but shot open her eyes to take a look at death.
When a rough and wet pink tongue contacted her face and covered every inch with slobber, she was able to open her eyes to see her giant panther. She gasped and took his muzzle in her hands and rubbed his cheek against hers, tears brimming over her eyes as ShiShi purred with relief. The witch sat up and wrapped her arms around her guardian's neck and embraced him tightly, holding back sobs as she gently stroked his fur.
"Wait till Naota and Kanta hear about this." she laughed mostly to herself as she thought about her brother and cousin.
"If we live through this…" the deep voice muttered in her ear.
"That's your job to see to it."
"Wonderful."
Nami opened her eyes and blinked, staring into the clump of trees behind ShiShi. Instinctively, he stood up and turned around, standing in a crouched position in front of his master and growled, ready to strike. A chilly breeze brushed past and made her shiver, as she held onto her broom tightly.
The witch raised her eyebrow, not understanding what this aura was, it was familiar, but it definitely wasn't Joey's, either one, idiot or psycho murderer. Shakily moving her feet, she stood next to her panther, holding her broomstick so tightly that her knuckles started to look pale.
A jolt from her heart reminded her of the other vision she had, it was the same: her standing there with ShiShi snarling deeply next to her. From all the scares she's had that night, Nami wasn't about to take any chances, and threw out the bristled end of her broom, conjuring up the ancient magic inside of her. Bringing her arm across her chest, it began to glow a bright yellow, before she swung the stick and let loose a ball of light magic into the trees.
"HOLY SHIT-"
"What the FUCK was THAT!"
"I was almost exorcised!"
Nami felt a sweat drop form on the back of her head as a few familiar faces fell out of the bush and into a pile, all of them screaming, yelping and clutching their chests in fear of being blessed. Mokuba, who was on the bottom of their pile, glanced up and smiled sheepishly at her.
"H-Hi Nami-chan…"
"Nami?" Tristan asked, looking up.
Before anyone could react, Bakura leaped out of the dog-pile and pounced on the witch, pinning her to the ground, straddled on top of her with his eyes glaring and fangs bared. The witch's eyes widened as she tried to wiggle her way out, but ceased when she felt the demon's claws digging into her flesh.
"What the hell did you think you were doing!" he hissed venomously.
Having felt like she'd had enough crap today, Nami was about to make an unusually rude remark, but whimpered from pain, "I thought you were Joey."
"That was no reason for… whatever you did!" Bakura barked, tightening his grip on her wrists, "You could have killed him!"
"He… would have faired better than you." she whispered.
Just as Bakura was about to strike back for that statement, he was blown off her body and pinned in the same position she was, this time with the giant panther on top of him. The guardian had his own claws pressed into the white-haired demon's wrists while he growled in his face.
"You slimy bastard, after all she's done for you!" ShiShi began, when Nami cut him off.
"ShiShi! That's enough!"
"But he-"
"I said 'That's enough'!" Nami commanded, and all went silent.
Out of the blue, there was a loud howl from behind them, and Nami whirled around, holding her breath when she saw a wolf on his hind legs, gazing at the moon, before turning and snarling in her direction. Tensing his muscles, the werewolf started to run at her, barking with saliva flying out of his mouth.
The witch furrowed her brow and gave an uncharacteristically serious glare, holding her broom sideways in front of her and shot out a little shot of white magic. It did nothing but gain Joey's attention, and he stopped charging, stopping to pace a few yards from her with narrowed yellow slits.
Nami narrowed her eyes and grasped her broom tightly and lifted it above her head, like she was going to smack him on the head with it and the beast opened his mouth in shock. The other demons started to protest, but she was already moving the blunt object.
Everyone flinched when they heard a sound, only opened their eyes in curiosity, for it wasn't the sound of wood on bone, but wood on… dirt. Instead of thwacking Joey over the head, the witch had dug the smooth end of her broom into the earth and dropping her hands limply to her sides, gazing transfixed at something behind the monster, as each second pasted, a smile on her face grew.
The rest of the gang, even the werewolf paused and followed the young apprentice's line of sight to see a slight pink hue over the treetops. All around there was a intake of breath, as the round tip of the sun peaked out over the line of tangled branches of leaves, Nami never feeling so happy to see it in her life.
As the light made a line on the ground, the witch could feel her sore and tight muscles finally try to relax, while the line of sunshine made it to where Joey was standing. The rays swept over Joey's figure, turning his deformed animal paws into bare human feet, soiled with dirt. The beams transformed his legs into his usual muscular calves up to a pair of battered, torn and completely ruined dark green shorts.
At last, the line of sunlight rose to past Joey's lean, bare chest and up to his head, renovating it to his beautiful mug with his dirty blonde hair sticking to his face. When the witch gazed into his eyes with her own tired, yet sparkling blue ones, her heart sank when she met two blank brown orbs.
Joey turned his body so that he was completely facing them, his lips moved, but incoherent mumbles was all that the rest heard. One of his feet inched forward, dragging the rest of his body like a puppet, before he closed his eyes and let his weight pull himself towards the ground.
Nami gasped and ran forward, and before she even realized what she was doing, she was sitting on the ground with her legs bent on either side of her, Joey's seemingly lifeless body clutched in her arms. Feeling tears growing in her eyes, she gently turned him over so that he was laying in her lap, as she tenderly ran her fingers through his matted locks.
Mai sighed with relief and stood up, walking over and placing her hand on the human's shoulder, gazing down at Joey's peacefully sleeping figure. Nami glanced up before turning her attention back at the poor demon in her lap.
"Is… Is he going to be ok?" Nami asked softly, as ShiShi stood up and placed himself next to his master, lying down and glancing at the boy, then turning to lick his wounds.
The temptress nodded, wiping away stray tears with her hand, "Yes. Yes… he's going to be fine."
Yugi and Mokuba smiled and ran forward, jumping and wrapping their arms loosely around the girl's neck, while giving her soft hugs.
"You did it!"
"Everything's going to be ok!"
"Good…"
Then, just like Joey, Nami's eyes went blank as her eyelids closed, her body falling to the side and landed on ShiShi's soft furry body, now being used as a pillow. Yami stepped forward and looked at the sleeping human's body, to his friend's, who had failed to fall off the girl's comfortable legs.
He leaned to touch the witch, but uncertainty made him pause and stand straight, when the panther shook his head.
"You have no need to worry demon, she won't hurt you, not even unconsciously." the cat spoke in his deep voice.
The guardian smirked and he pushed his body up, causing Nami to slide off of him, only to be caught in Yami's arms before anything happened to her. The neko grinned to himself as he placed his head an inch from the ground, right next to Joey's body, before pushing his muzzle underneath the werewolf's body so that he rolled onto the panther's back and hung there, half of him bending over each side.
Mai smiled and scratched Nami's guardian behind his ears in a 'Thank You', and walked beside the panther, leading the way back through the forest towards the giant school buildings over the treetops. Yugi jogged over to his brother, and watched as the elder lycan took Nami in his arms and picked her up bridal style, following Mai, with Yugi walking beside him.
Seto didn't hesitate but took his little brother's hand and led him away from the place, wanting desperately to put it behind them. Only Tristan and Bakura stayed behind, staring at the magnificent burning star rising ever higher in the sky, finally feeling a wave of relief wash over them.
Bakura turned his body slightly, taking one last look before walking towards the dorms, not looking back ever again. The brown-haired demon stared at the sun, gasping when he swore he saw it twinkle, almost like winking at him. He blushed and bowed his head, then turned and ran to catch up with his friends.
Well? Was it worth the wait? I hope so. Oh, and I'll try to make the chapters shorter, I know that's a bad thing, but I might be able to get them out faster.
Just for the record, I want to explain what happened with the shields that saved Nami's hide. To me it makes sense, then again, that might be a bad thing.
Anyway, the first one was a barrier created by the powder she laid down on the ground. Good thing she did that, huh? Then second one was where she used magic, does that make sense?
So, you finally found out what those visions were, but what about when Nami was yelling at ShiShi? What was that all about? And then will you ever find out what the note was about? Yeah, next chapter probably. Je ne! P.S. I'll start working on the next one right away, I promise! I have no homework tonight! (Boo ya!)
