LD:So........hehehe!
Bakura: O__o#
Tea: -_-#
LD:I'm sorry it's been so long! I really really am, and I'm especially sorry to all my readers who actually put up with my impunctuality and-
Bakura: MORTAL!!! Desist already!
Tea: Nothing dealing with the original YGO series is LD's....
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In the gates enclosing Domino High, two mysterious figures stood, obscured by the strangely dusty wind. Around their necks, Millennium gold gleamed, shining through the whirlwind.
It was a very somber scene. And then there was a cough.
Bakura glared at Ishizu as he threw another empty flour bag to the side of the enormous fans set up behind the school wall. Impassively, Ishizu handed him another bag.
"Is this -coughcough- really necessary?" he growled as he began sprinkling its contents into the machine generated wind.
Ishizu stared endlessly into the distance-or rather, all the distance you can get when there's a McDonald's right across the road.
"....Yes." she finally replied.
Bakura, distinctly whiter than usual, voiced his resentment in hacking choking noises.
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Tea limped to the door with Malik a few paces behind her.
"Thanks for helping me," she chirped halfheartedly.
Getting the door for her, Malik snorted. "Even though it was my fault?"
Tea smiled uneasily, suddenly feeling awkward. Crossing the few feet to her own door, she turned back to him. "So...will I see you at school?"
Malik shrugged. "Probably."
They stood there for a few moments as the silence enveloping them became more and more disturbing. Sighing, Malik decided he ought to try to ease the accumulating tension: she had been very nice to him before, all things considered. Drawing in a breath, he prepared himself to take responsibility of the conversation while grimacing inwardly.
"Malik!" Suddenly Tea's blue eyes were burning into his. "We are compatriots now. We live in the same complex, er, well, technically we live next door. Our lives bear similar circumstances, and I think-" her eyes dropped once, then centered on him again.
She started to reach for his hand, but settled instead for clasping his shoulder.
"I think we're both looking for something of the same thing." She smiled at him, and before her eyes closed he espied the tears gathering within.
"So, I will look out for you! I'll see you at school, Malik!"
And the next he knew, he was blinking in stupefication at a shut door with the after image of her blinding smile stuck behind his eyelids.
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"Is this really Really REALLY necessary?!!!" Bakura screamed as he waved around a hundred pound bag of flour.
Ishizu sneezed. "Ra bless you." he muttered.
Solemnly, the odd garbed female blinked down at the gargantuan mounds of flour covering her knees.
"I think," she enunciated slowly. "This might be enough to answer fate's calling."
Without any vacillation, Bakura flung the remainder of the enormous bag at the McDonald's and chucked a burning torch in afterwards. Believe it or not kiddies, flour is an explosive. Silently, the pair stood side by side, unmoved by the ensuing chaos. Then Ishizu tilted her head, regarding Bakura with poorly concealed curiosity.
"Did you pull that torch out of your a**?"
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Barely able to go on, Malik wobbled on his feet. Never in all his tormented years had there been such agony and torment in him. His breath came in compulsive gasps; his purple eyes bulged in desperation.
Tea was jabbering his ear off.
He honestly had no earthly clue how one person could produce such excessive noise in the pretense of a single conversation. Beneath his gaze, the ground spun in dizzying circles. He truly did not know if he was going to make it.
Beside him, Tea smiled rapturously at the blue sky, before gushing about how wonderful this morning was, and oh! some flowers, and weren't those rapid possums just adorable?!
Malik's eye twitched as she extended her arms to said possums. Their mouths frothed like soap bubbles in a washing machine. Tea reached closer and closer..... Malik's eye twitched again.
"Come on." He reached down and yanked her away by the arm. "We're going to be late." Behind him, the possum's eyes gleamed with sudden malice.
Still being tugged along by him, Tea blinked her eyes twice, then smiled.
"Hey, did I tell you about that one time I was late and-"
Malik thought he was going to cry.
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"So." Bakura gazed at Ishizu from the corner of his eyes. "Why exactly are we here?"
"I presumed such would be obvious Bakura; else why did you accompany me?" Ishizu loftily retorted.
Indignantly, Bakura flared up. "You know damn well why I'm here." His eyes smoldered like the embers of the conflagration he had ignited only moments earlier. He snarled, and a delicate fang glittered, sharp as the knives he carried.
"Ah.." Ishizu said. "I'm afraid you'll have to refresh my memory; I had a hangover this morning."
Bakura snorted, muttered some inarticulate phrases, and chucked another thing of flour at the burning McDonalds. Feeling somewhat sated, he swept his white locks from his forehead.
"Can't you just use that necklace?" Ishizu stared dreamily at the flames. "Nope." She giggled and tapped the side of his head, only to draw back her fingers quickly; the bat wings sprouting from his head had assaulted her.
Slowly, the battle-hardened robber -and yes, he was still tough even if Ryou could get him to do anything with just a sentence....Ok a word.......Fine, a glance- edged away from the slight woman beside him.
"Are you sure you aren't still drunk?"
Ishizu shot him a look that would have sent Egypt into an Ice Age......then quickly hid a delirious smile and hiccup.
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Yugi was confused. This condition held familiarity for him, but right now that fact failed to console him. So, rather rigidly, he continued walking to school in clothes that blatantly defied the dress code but were never questioned by the teachers, and endeavored to ignore the cringing Yami hiding behind him and the waves of malice that the normally docile Ryou exuded.
"That- That bat-haired bastard.." growled the white haired boy. "He took every last bag of flour in the whole darn house...." The street lights they passed combusted one by one as the dark energy around him spiked. Yugi resolved not to make any sudden moves, and Yami's lower lip began to tremble.
Ryou halted and tilted his mournful head to the heavens. "I just wanted to make some muffins!" He screamed out. Yugi awkwardly laid a hand on his shoulder and struggled not to wince as all glass work in their vicinity shattered. Behind him, Yami sobbed in silent terror.
Patting Ryou with one hand and Yami with the other, Yugi sighed internally. Yup, I really miss Tea now, he decided. After all, she might be preppy and pink-loving, but it was nice to have someone else around to help you comfort your psychotic friends. Come to think of it, her optimism was probably the only thing keeping both of them sane. In these parts, that was a pretty rare mental condition. Glancing to either side of himself, Yugi could clearly understand why.
Yami's legendary tears had already formed a puddle around their feet, and Yugi absentmindedly wondered whether he could strike a deal with a desalination company: Yami for some peace of mind. Of course, such a thought could be only considered horrible and nasty... but then you aren't the one who had to sleep on the roof due to, shall we say, indoor leaking.
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"Bakura," Ishizu spoke with genuine solemnity. "You do remember why you desired to crush Yami, correct?"
With customary inelegance, he snorted. "Seeing as five thousand years transpired with me dreaming of it every moment, yes."
The rising sun slightly illuminated his bitter smile. "Five thousand years, and then I discover the one who I truly hated was long dust. He ordered the massacre of my village, and in the end, time theived from me, the Theif King, the only compensation I craved: his life."
With unnameable emotion wrought into her face, Ishizu stared into the sky. "Yes," she enunciated slowly. "But what did you stand to gain by crushing the spirit of Millenium Puzzle?"
Absolutely aghast, Bakura gawked at her as he realized the implications of his answer and what had recently occurred. His calculating eyes, usually crafty and composed, had flown wide, the shutters to his emotion unlatched.
"The power of Pharoh," he murmured. "I would have had the power of Pharoh.... you can't possibly be implying that-"
"While in a most unsophisticated manner, Tea Gardner defeated Yami." Ishizu smoothly interupted, black hair swaying about her face, highlighting her cold eyes.
"Tea Gardner is the new Pharoh, Queen of Egypt."
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So, and do be honest, how many of you guys foresaw that? I would love any comments you wonderful folk have!
Christmas break is almost over, and I admit to being relieved. Way too much time in front of a computer...I hardly see the people I live with!
Thank you for reading!
PS I'll try to be more punctual.