Finally, I got this up!
TENSHI: Took you long enough Sadira.
Well, sorry. I can't help it if I have writer's block for every flipping chapter.
MALIK: That's putting it mildly.
(Frowns) What do you mean?
MALIK: I mean you get started fine but after about two or three pages you get stuck for a while. Then you come up with an idea and a few more pages are added. It goes on like this for a long time.
Well, no shit. You think I like doing that?
MALIK: I know you don't. You want to get these out fast but also with good quality. And so far, you've done pretty well.
You don't really think that.
MALIK: No, I do. Some of the reviewers agree with me. Sure, it's a little fast paced and you skip some things but those things aren't really important. And you try to get straight to the point.
Yeah, but my writing still sucks.
MARIK: No it doesn't.
(Raises eyebrow) This coming from the psycho? I'm shocked.
MARIK: (Shrugs) I can't help it if I like what you write.
Whatever. (Turns to reviewers) I'm still debating on whether to have m-preg in this story. I need feedback before I make a decision. The possibility of it happening has occurred already and I need to know if you want it. Please let me know. If you do want it please give me some information on it so I can make a partially decent attempt at it.
RYOU: Sadira doesn't own Yugioh, Harry Potter, or anything else she uses in these stories except Tenshi. All songs and other characters belong to their respective creators.
Marik woke up early. He yawned and sat up, being careful not to wake Malik. As he looked around he remembered something and grinned. It was Christmas morning. He got out of bed and got dressed quickly, yet quietly. Then he slipped out of the room and closed the door. He went to the tree, which was in the corner and began searching through all the boxes, looking for ones with his name on them. He found one from Malik, Bakura, Ryou, the pharaoh, Yugi, Harry, Ron, and… Tenshi? He decided to open that one first. Whenever Tenshi gave a gift, it was normally destructive. Hell, on his seventh birthday, which was the same day as Malik's seventeenth birthday, she had gotten him a black flamethrower that shot flames over fifty feet. There was a letter with this gift. He opened that first.
Hey fellow psychopath. Merry Christmas and a late happy eighth birthday. It took me a while to think of what to get you but when I found my dagger missing, it came to me. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for the Firewhiskey. I hope you get to see the billboard picture of Bakura that I'm putting up. It's a good one. If you remember my college entry party you'll know which one it is. Tenshi.
Marik chuckled. He remembered that party very well. After all, it's not every day you see an ancient tomb robber so drunk that he'll put on a French maid's outfit. Tenshi had gotten several good shots of that. Marik hoped the one she would put up was the one where Bakura had been leaning over the couch arm on his stomach. He liked that one because in it the dress, which was rather short to begin with, had gone up so you could see the white underwear Bakura had been wearing. Marik shook his head at the memory. Then he turned his attention to the box and smirked. The wrapping paper was in his favorite color. He ripped the blood red paper apart and when he saw what she had given him, his eyes lit up.
"Tenshi, if I wasn't gay, I'd kiss you," he said in a quiet but excited voice. "Three two-liter bottles of Vault." He looked at the door to the room where his hikari was sleeping. "But if Malik finds it, he'll take it away. I've got to make sure he doesn't find it and there's only one way to get rid of it. And that's… to get rid of it!" With that said and done Marik opened the bottles and drank all three of them as fast as he could.
About five minutes after the third bottle of Vault was gone, Malik woke up. He got up and got dressed, not remembering what day it was and not wondering where Marik was. Soon Ryou, Bakura, Yugi, and Yami were up and dressed as well. The five of them walked out at exactly the same time as Harry and Ron, and when they saw the common room, Malik knew something was wrong.
Marik was bouncing off the walls… LITERALLY! He would jump onto one of the couches, and then from the couch he would jump again so his feet hit the wall. Using the wall as a springboard he would shoot to the other side of the room, doing a flip in midair so his feet hit the opposite wall. Then he would use the springboard motion again and hit one of the side walls. Using this technique, he managed to bounce off all four walls twenty times in one minute.
Ryou, meanwhile, was over by the tree searching through the boxes and such for his gifts. He found them and something else that made him gasp in horror.
"M-M-Malik," he said shakily.
"What Ryou," Malik said, as he kept his eyes on Marik.
"We're in trouble."
"Why?"
"Look at this."
Malik turned to see Ryou holding an empty two-liter bottle with a green and black label. The lettering was white and bold. He paled. "Oh shit."
"There's two more and both are empty."
"Who sent it?"
"I don't know. I can't find the box they came in."
Malik walked over and began searching for gifts with his name, hoping to find a clue. He found one from Marik, Ryou, Bakura, Yami, Yugi, Harry, Ron, Isis and Rishid, and… Tenshi. He opened that one first. Inside was a box of Reese's Christmas trees and a letter.
Yo dipshit. You haven't sent me a letter yet and you let Bakura get away with taking my prized dagger so I got you back. I hope Marik has fun with his gift. I wish I could be there for it. Love ya like a brother but I'm still pissed. See ya when you get back and tell me about the torment that I caused. Oh, by the way, you guys missed a great tournament. I kicked Seto's ass with my Blue Eyes/Dark Magician/Winged Dragon of Ra combo. Wish you coulda been there. Tenshi. P.S. Merry Christmas and a late happy eighteenth birthday.
Malik had gone from confusion, to anger, to pissed, to fury, and now he was heading toward homicidal. "I'm going to KILL her when we get back," he said through gritted teeth.
"That'sareallyreallyreallyreallybadideakittenyouknowTenshihasatemperandyoudon'twanttogetonherbadsidetrustmeI'vebeenthereit'sascarythingshe'lltieyoutoachairandplayreallyreallyreallyhorriblemusicthat'llrotyourbrainsandwilldriveyouinsaneorshe'llusesomeofthoseblackmailpicturesthatshegetsduringpartiesanddaresandshowthemtoeveryoneintownrememberwhenSetopissedheroffandthatpictureofhimwearingDarkMagicianunderwearappearedonthebillboardinthemiddleoftownthatwasherdoingyoudon'twantthattohappentoyouIhearshehasareallygoodoneofyoufromhergraduationpartywhenyoudrankallofherJackDanialsonadaredon'tyourememberthatyoustripdancedtoBeforeHeCheatsandyoudidn'tstopuntiltherewasnothingleft," Marik said as he continued spring boarding off the walls.
By this time Ron and Harry both let out a whoosh of air. Marik had been talking so fast that they had forgotten to breathe. Then they turned to Malik.
"What did he say?" Ron asked.
Malik turned to them. He was blushing but because of his skin color all you could see was a rosy tinge. "He said it's a bad idea to kill her."
"That was a really long way of saying it."
"Yeah, well, he also reminded me of some of the things she'll do if you piss her off."
"Oh."
"So," Harry said watching Marik. "How long should this thing last?"
"I don't know," Malik admitted. "When he drank the two-liter bottle it lasted for two hours but this time he drank three so it'll last longer."
"Any estimates?"
"My lowest estimate is six hours. My highest is two days."
"Two DAYS!"
"Two days."
"How do you stop a sugar-high?" Ron asked.
"You can't. You have to wait until the sugar's out of their system or until they pass out. With Marik, he normally passes out before the sugar leaves his system so if you see him suddenly stop and fall over, don't worry. He'll be fine afterward. He might have a headache but he'll be fine. There's also the possibility of me catching him to knock him out before he causes too much damage but that's not likely. He doesn't trust people very well when he's not on a sugar high and when he is, he's suspicious of everyone. Food gets through to him though." Marik shot by.
"Bathroombathroombathroombathroom," he said as he passed them. A door slammed shut.
"He'll be out…" Marik flew by before Malik could finish. "Never mind." The door to the common room opened and closed as Marik left the room. Malik sighed. "Come on. Let's see what we got. All we can do now is wait."
The seven of them sat by the tree, handed out presents, and opened them. Bakura wasn't too happy with the gift from Tenshi. He had gotten a good-sized chunk of coal and a letter.
Bakura, this is what you get for messing with the wrong person. Don't piss me off again. You WILL regret it. I'm sure you remember what I did to Seto when he pissed me off. Don't think I don't have dirt on you too, because I do. I hope you're ready for a shitload of embarrassment because when you get back, you're name will be all over town for everyone to see. And I'll make sure they know it's you and not Ryou. Watch your back. Tenshi.
Ryou was shocked when he opened his gift from Tenshi. As soon as he saw it he blushed bright red. He quickly stuck the picture, which was of Bakura in a French maid's outfit leaning over the couch arm on his stomach, in his pocket and read the accompanying letter.
Ryou. I'm sure you remember when this happened. A college entry party is hard to forget after all. This will be waiting on the billboards for Bakura when he gets home. See you when you get back. Oh, and on the back of this letter is another song. It's called Call Me When You're Sober. It's by Evanescence (surprise, surprise). It's from that new CD I got recently, 'The Open Door.' Enjoy it. Tenshi.
Ryou turned the paper over and read the lyrics. They sounded interesting. He couldn't wait to hear the music to it.
Yami was surprised. Both he and Yugi had gotten something from Tenshi as well. She normally avoided them at all costs. His surprise turned to suspicion. He opened it to find saltwater taffy, a particular favorite of his. There was also a letter. He opened it and began to read.
Pharaoh. Don't expect this again; it's a one-time thing. I still hate your guts. Tenshi.
"Oh, that's pleasant," he muttered.
"What's pleasant?" Yugi asked.
"Tenshi's letter. As per her usual attitude towards me it's short, blunt, and to the point."
"You were expecting something else?"
"Not really."
"Didn't think so." Yugi opened his gift from Tenshi. Inside was a computer game she had played in America called Zoo Tycoon, Complete Collection. Then he turned his attention to the letter.
Pharaoh's hikari. Like I told your other half, don't expect this again. It's a one-time thing. I may not hate you like I do the pharaoh but you aren't on my list of favorites either. Tenshi.
"She was just as blunt with me as she was with you Yami," Yugi told him.
"There's a surprise," Yami said.
Ron and Harry had opened their gifts as well. The yearly sweaters were there and for once, Ron didn't get maroon. Instead he got a navy blue one. Harry got a red one. When they finished opening presents they went down to the dining hall. They could hear the people in the dining hall from a ways away.
"I wonder why we can hear them today," Ron commented. "Normally you can't hear them this far away."
"I have a feeling that the tomb keeper is causing trouble," Yami said. Sure enough, when they got to the dining hall Marik was there and he was using the walls as springboards again, ricocheting off the walls like a bullet. Malik and Bakura ignored Marik and sat down to eat. The others joined them. Marik grabbed food as he shot by the table every now and then, not spilling a drop. After breakfast was over Marik used the far wall as a springboard, per the usual for the day so far, and shot out the window effectively shattering it and making glass rain down on the floor. Malik groaned.
"Great," he muttered. "Just great. Marik, outside, in the snow, on a sugar-high. Can this day get any worse?"
"Now that you said it, yes, it could," Bakura said. As if on cue Avernus flew in, landed in front of Bakura, and held out a leg. This time everyone paled. It was another Howler. "Oh shit. I probably don't want to know."
"Open it and get it over with," Ron said.
"Alright. It can't be as bad as what Marik did last time." Bakura opened the letter expecting to hear Tenshi's voice, but to everyone's surprise, it was Bakura's voice that was heard.
"I'M A BARBIE GIRL IN THE BARBIE WORLD, LIFE IN PLASTIC IT'S FANTASTIC. YOU CAN BRUSH MY HAIR UNDRESS ME EVERYWHERE, IMAGINATION LIFE IS YOUR CREATION. I'M A BARBIE GIRL IN THE BARBIE WORLD, LIFE IN PLASTIC IT'S FANTASTIC. YOU CAN BRUSH MY HAIR UNDRESS ME EVERYWHERE, IMAGINATION LIFE IS YOUR CREATION. I'M A BLONDE SINGLE GIRL IN THE FANTASTY WORLD, DRESS ME UP TAKE YOUR TIME I'M YOUR DOLLIE. YOU'RE MY DOLL ROCK AND ROLL FEEL THE GLAMOUR AND PAIN, KISS ME HERE TOUCH ME THERE HANKY-PANKY. YOU CAN TOUCH YOU CAN PLAY, IF YOU SAY I'M ALWAYS YOURS. I'M A BARBIE GIRL IN THE BARBIE WORLD, LIFE IN PLASTIC IT'S FANTASTIC. YOU CAN BRUSH MY HAIR UNDRESS ME EVERYWHERE, IMAGINATION LIFE IS YOUR CREATION. COME ON BARBIE LET'S GO PARTY, HA, HA, HA, YEAH. COME ON BARBIE LET'S GO PARTY, OOOH, OOOH. COME ON BARBIE LET'S GO PARTY, HA, HA, HA YEAH. COME ON BARBIE LET'S GO PARTY, OOOH, OOOH. MAKE ME WALK MAKE ME TALK DO WHATEVER YOU PLEASE, I CAN ACT LIKE A STAR I CAN BEG ON MY KNEES. COME JUMP IN BE MY FRIEND LET US DO IT AGAIN, HIT THE TOWN FOOL AROUND LET'S GO PARTY. YOU CAN TOUCH YOU CAN PLAY, YOU CAN SAY I'M ALWAYS YOURS. YOU CAN TOUCH YOU CAN PLAY, YOU CAN SAY I'M ALWAYS YOURS. COME ON BARBIE LET'S GO PARTY, HA, HA, HA, YEAH. COME ON BARBIE LET'S GO PARTY, OOOH, OOOH. COME ON BARBIE LET'S GO PARTY, HA, HA, HA YEAH. COME ON BARBIE LET'S GO PARTY, OOOH, OOOH. I'M A BARBIE GIRL IN THE BARBIE WORLD, LIFE IN PLASTIC IT'S FANTASTIC. YOU CAN BRUSH MY HAIR UNDRESS ME EVERYWHERE, IMAGINATION LIFE IS YOUR CREATION. I'M A BARBIE GIRL IN THE BARBIE WORLD, LIFE IN PLASTIC IT'S FANTASTIC. YOU CAN BRUSH MY HAIR UNDRESS ME EVERYWHERE, IMAGINATION LIFE IS YOUR CREATION. COME ON BARBIE LET'S GO PARTY, HA, HA, HA, YEAH. COME ON BARBIE LET'S GO PARTY, OOOH, OOOH. COME ON BARBIE LET'S GO PARTY, HA, HA, HA YEAH. COME ON BARBIE LET'S GO PARTY, OOOH, OOOH." The letter burst into flames and turned to ash.
Everyone was staring at Bakura, who had fallen off the bench and passed out. People were laughing and some had fallen out of their chairs. "What in the world was that?" Harry asked.
Malik tore his eyes from Bakura. "One of the many ways Tenshi will get revenge. I was afraid she'd use that against him. One night he got really drunk in a karaoke bar and sang that song in front of the entire bar. Unfortunately, for Bakura that is, Marik had invited Tenshi to come along. She brought her video camera and got his performance on tape." As he was explaining this Yami dumped a glass of water on Bakura's head. He woke up with a sputter. Then he turned to Yami.
"Ra damn it Pharaoh," he snapped. "Don't fucking do that." He got up and aimed a punch at Yami. Yami dodged it. Bakura mumbled something under his breath and walked out of the room. Ryou and Malik followed him.
"That was really funny," Yami mused. "I remember when that happened."
"It was interesting to say the least," Yugi said. "Come on, we'd better find the others." He headed out of the great hall and outside. When he got outside he joined Ryou by the wall and noticed Bakura and Malik throwing snowballs at Marik as he shot by them time and again. Since there weren't any walls around he was running back and forth, like a chicken with its head cut off. Bakura and Malik were trying to hit him but they missed every time.
"There's no way sugar can do that," Ron said walking up with Harry and staring open-mouthed at Marik.
"It can," Yami said joining them. "When there's errands to be done at our house we give Yugi a few Hershey's bars and send him off. With the errands we have, it would take me about two hours to get everything done. Yugi on sugar takes about… two minutes maybe, if that."
"So Marik and Yugi are the only two who get sugar-highs?" Harry asked.
"Pretty much. The tomb robber doesn't really eat sugar but when he does, he'll take a random object, and attempt to rob a store with it. The last time I think he used a toothpick. Or was it a penny? I really don't remember, it happened a while ago."
"I remember what he got in that attempt," Yugi said.
"You do? I don't."
"How could you forget that? I mean come on. It was a lacy red bra for Ra's sake. He wore it over the blue and white striped shirt."
Yami snickered. "Oh. Now I remember that." The four of them watched Malik and Bakura try to hit Marik with snowballs for a while. They always missed of course; Marik was moving too fast. After about ten minutes Yami was bored of watching. "Will you two just give up? You're not going to hit him."
"No way pharaoh!" Bakura yelled back, throwing another snowball and missing. "I don't give up."
Yami shrugged. "He has a point. But he gets his ass kicked because he doesn't give up."
"Well at least he always tries," Ryou said. "Even when it's hopeless he still tries. Some people just give up when they know they can't win. Bakura won't."
"I have to admit, that's true."
"And besides," Yugi said. "He's won before. Not against Yami, but he has beaten other people."
"I remember him telling me about his Battle City duel," Ryou said. "He was in a graveyard dueling Bonz. He beat him with little effort."
"Joey dueled him once and had a hell of a time until he drew that Shield and Sword card," Yami said. "How did Bakura beat him so easily?"
"He used a few mind tricks. And the duel was in the Shadow Realm. There was also the fact that he had a good hand."
Yami snickered. "I'm sure he did."
"YAMI!" Yugi cried smacking Yami on the back of the head.
Ryou raised an eyebrow. "That's something I would expect from Marik."
"What?" Yami asked. "It's like that saying. 'Sex is like spades. If you don't have a good partner you better have a good hand.'" He cracked up.
"Well, Bakura has a good partner." Ryou's eyes narrowed, making him look more Bakura-like. "And you don't want to piss me off either."
"What would the bunny do?" Yami cracked up again.
"This bunny has fangs, and isn't afraid to use them."
"I'm sure." Yami couldn't stop laughing and Ryou was getting fed up. Swiftly he moved his head forward and latched his teeth on Yami's hand. "YEOW!" Yami tried to pull his hand out of Ryou's mouth but didn't succeed. "Let go!" Ryou just bit down harder. "OWOWOWOWOWOW!"
Meanwhile, Bakura had heard the commotion and turned to look. As soon as he did he snickered and tapped Malik's shoulder. "Check this out Malik."
"What?" Malik asked turning. Then he started laughing. Ryou had attached his mouth to Yami's hand and wasn't letting go. "Oh Ra! I didn't know Ryou had it in him. Maybe he can become evil after all."
"I've been working on it. He's getting more evil, it's just taking a while." The two snickered at Yami's predicament.
"WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Marik cried as he passed the two. As he did, Malik noticed something.
"Oh no," he moaned. "Not this again."
"What?" Bakura asked.
"Marik."
"Yeah, he's on a sugar high. We've seen it all before."
"We have. They haven't."
Bakura raised an eyebrow at Malik. "What haven't they seen?"
"Marik."
"They've seen Marik. What are you getting at?"
"Look at him."
Bakura turned to look at Marik, who was standing behind Ryou in a suggestive position, and saw a little more than he should've been able to see. He turned bright red. "I see what you mean."
"Yeah. It's Domino City all over again."
"How long do you think they'll be needing therapy this time?"
"I don't know but I don't want to pay the bills for it."
"Who would?" It was then that what he saw registered in Bakura's mind. He growled. "MARIK, GET AWAY FROM MY LIGHT!"
Marik heard Bakura's voice and turned to look at him. His mind didn't register the anger in it so he didn't realize he was in danger. He simply grinned and leaned against Ryou, pressing against his backside.
Ryou felt someone pressing against him and had a pretty good idea of who it was. He let go of Yami's hand and stood up, breaking contact with the person behind him, and eliciting a whimper from said person. He turned around to see Marik and blushed.
"Marik," Ryou started. "Put something on."
Meanwhile, Harry and Ron had turned their backs and were blushing violently.
'That's more than I ever wanted to see,' Harry thought.
'I'm gonna need therapy after this,' was running through Ron's mind.
Marik, being in the childish state that sugar put him in, shook his head violently. "Nuh uh."
"Marik. Now." Ryou's voice was stern, as if he were talking to a child. And, in a sense, he was. After all, Marik was only eight years old, so he was still technically a child.
"No! I don't wanna!"
"Marik. Do I have to get Malik over here?" Marik shook his head again. "Then put some pants on."
"No!"
"Come on Tomb Keeper," Yami said. "We don't want to see more of you than we need to."
"Marik, just put something on," Ryou said.
"NOOOO!" Marik wailed. "I don't wanna!"
Malik sighed as he watched the interaction between Marik and Ryou. "Well, I can't believe I'm doing this, but here goes." He opened a small portal into the Shadow Realm and pulled out a chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream cone.
Bakura looked at him strangely as he closed the portal. "What the hell?"
Malik looked at him. "I have a secret stash of 'distracting foods' for Marik when he's on a sugar high. The only problem is I normally can't catch him to give it to him. Now I have a chance." He turned to the other group. "MARIK. LOOK WHAT I'VE GOT."
Marik heard his name called and looked over to see Malik holding an ice cream cone. His eyes lit up and he dove for it. "ICE CREAM!"
Malik smirked. "Got him."
Marik grabbed the cone and sat down in the snow to eat it. He lapped at it, making sure none fell on the snow. Malik got behind him and held a hand out, palm up. A small ball of shadows formed and Malik quickly put it over Marik's face.
Marik made a muffled "oomphh," as his face was covered. He began to feel drowsy and soon passed out.
"Man, I hate doing that," Malik mumbled as he removed his hand from the sleeping Marik's face.
"What did you do anyway?" Ryou asked walking over.
"I discovered that the shadows have this…ability…to knock people out. I've had to use it a few times on Marik, when I could catch him." Malik looked down at his yami. "Come on. Let's get him dressed and in bed."
After Marik was dressed, courtesy of Bakura, and tucked in, courtesy of Malik, the others went to lunch. Lunch was a tired and quiet time for the group. Marik on sugar wore everyone out before himself. After lunch the group went to the common room and flopped into the chairs or couches, whichever was closest and wasn't already occupied.
"I never want to see that again," Ron said.
"Me neither," Harry agreed. "That was way more than I ever wanted to see in my life."
Malik's face gained that rosy tinge again. "Sorry about that. I was hoping he wouldn't do that again."
"How long will he be out?" Ryou asked.
"Until the sugar leaves his system. He shouldn't wake up before that."
"So, we're good then?"
"Yeah."
"I don't know about you," Bakura said, "But I've had enough excitement for one day."
"Me too."
"As have I," Yami said.
"And me," Yugi agreed. Ryou simply nodded his agreement.
"So, what do we do for the rest of the day?" Harry asked.
"I don't know," Malik said as he pulled out his deck and began shuffling through the cards.
"Care to duel?" Bakura asked pulling out his own deck.
Malik glanced up at him. "Sure. Let's duel." They set up on a table and began the game. About three hours later it ended, with Bakura as the winner. "Damn you Bakura. Damn you."
Bakura shrugged and leaned back. "Payback for Battle City."
"I wasn't dueling you then!"
"No, but you caused me to lose."
"DID NOT!"
"Did too. If you had warned me about his Joyful Doom card we would've won."
"I told you then and I'm telling you again. I didn't know he was holding that card you fool."
Bakura snickered. "You didn't have to quote yourself you know."
"I felt like it." Malik crossed his arms in a pouty way and glared at Bakura.
"What's up your ass?"
"Nothing."
"Is that why you're all pissy?"
"No!"
Bakura grinned. "Do you need to get laid again?"
"BAKURA! SHUT UP!" Malik looked mortified and quickly glanced around the room to see if anyone had heard Bakura's comment. No one had to his great relief. He leaned forward and rubbed his temples. "I need to go lay down." He got up and headed for the room.
"Have fun!" Bakura called after him. Malik flipped him off. "No thanks. I'd rather not have Marik after my ass for that."
"Shut up Bakura." Malik slammed the door behind him.
Bakura snickered. "I love messing with his mind."
"A mind is a terrible thing not to mess with," Ryou quoted, remembering what Malik and Marik loved to say. As holders of the Sennen Rod, they would know all about messing with minds.
"So true."
"So…" Harry said. "What do we do now?"
"I don't know."
"Tell a story Bakura," Ryou said suddenly. "Please."
"What kind of story?"
"An ancient one."
Bakura shrugged. "Alright." He thought for a moment and began to speak. "Three thousand years ago in a small village there lived a boy with hair as white as the full moon."
For the rest of the afternoon and evening Bakura and Yami took turns telling stories about Khemet. Some were made up, some were common tales, and some were life stories. After a while, Malik rejoined the group to hear the stories.
At six the group went down to dinner, then went back up to finish the story Bakura had been telling. He finished it around eleven and the group said good night and went to bed.
Ummm…yeah. Sucky ending, I know. Well, there's Christmas day for you. Let's see what I can come up with for the next chapter.
MALIK: Let's get to work guys. Start brainstorming ideas for the next chapter.
RYOU: I've already started but I can't think of anything.
MARIK: No ideas here.
BAKURA: She used up mine already.
TENSHI: Same with me.
Great. I need more brainpower. I'll see what my friends can come up with. And any suggestions for…something could be helpful and would be appreciated. I really don't know where to go from here. Actually, I'm surprised I got this far.
MALIK: You read it. Please review it. Flames will be ranted about if they piss Sadira off enough or if they have a good rant subject included.