And Then There Were None
Chapter 3

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Malik looked around the strangely shaped room Umbra had assigned him. His eyes lit upon a white marble clock shaped like a pyramid. 'Pyramid.' Thought Malik. 'Pyramid! Spanish Inquisition Pyramid? Could this get any better?' he wondered with a slight giggle. 'A white marble pyramid clock ... by the Gods, what would the Huns think of next?' As if in answer to his unspoken question he noticed a piece of parchment in a hideously modern chrome frame. 'Ah, of course some Spanish inspired verse written by Huns, perhaps an Ode to Attila.' Malik laughed out loud.
Malik looked closer. The parchment was covered with a spidery, hard to read scrawl. The letters were crowded together so closely he could just make it out.

"Ten little Egyptians going out to dine.
One choked himself then there were nine.
Nine little Egyptians stayed up very late.
One over slept then there were eight.
Eight little Egyptians up till eleven
One decides to leave then there were seven.
Seven little Egyptians chopping up sticks
One cut himself then there were six.
Six little Egyptians playing with a hive
A bee stung one and then there were five.
Five little Egyptians playing at the shore
One slips and falls then there were four.
Four little Egyptians going out to sea
A fish ate one then there were three.
Three little Egyptians going on a trip
A pyramid hit one then there were two.
Two little Egyptians tired of the fun
One hung himself then there was one.
One little Egyptian sitting in the sun
He blew away then there were none."

Malik read this slowly to himself. 'A poem about... Egyptian genocide?' Not a very uplifting work he decided. There was a vaguely familiar ring to the poem. Like something he had read somewhere or perhaps something his Yami would say and then laugh like hell. As he thought about the psychotic laughter of his Yami he could feel one of his sick headaches coming on. He touched his hand briefly to his platinum locks and resolutely headed for the living room to rejoin his companions.

Yugi and Joey were sitting comfortable by the window dueling. Malik could tell by Joey's scowling continence that he was losing spectacularly. Duke, Honda and Yami watched. Malik wandered over to talk to Ryou. Ryou was sitting in a decidedly un-spainsh leather wing chair.

"So is your room as...hmmm... 'uniquely' appointed as mine seems to be Ryou?"

"Ha!" snorted Ryou. "They have finally started designing houses with your personality in mind."

"Is there any interesting Hunnish literature in your room?" asked Malik overlooking Ryou's uncharitable statement.

"I did not notice." said Ryou rather absently. Malik noticed that the millennium ring hanging from Ryou's neck was glowing slightly. 'Ah, He is talking to Bakura as well.' Malik thought. A chill ran up Malik's spine as his yami answered '/yes, he is, hikari-pretty./'

'/what are you doing here /' Malik asked mentally, making no effort to hide the venom in his voice.

'/but hikari-pretty I live here, in your mind./' Yami no Malik answered as if he was talking about the weather.

'/No, you can't, I banished you myself /' Malik retorted fear and alarm present in his tone.

'/you may have banished me once,hikari-pretty,but remember this, I am part of you so no matter how many times you banish me I will always come back/' Yami no Malik said as he faded back into Malik's mind. Malik just sat thinking over the conversation, His complexion going from Egyptian-Tan to Linen-White.

Heh Heh Heh, yes, I am leaving a cliffy!

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