And Then There Were None
Chapter 4

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Malik regained his composure. He might have been imagining the conversation. He felt the pressure of Yami Malik's dark voice on his sensitive ear drums... but that made no sense because it was inside his head. Like the voice of God coming to him on an old beat up am radio station, in Spanish... with loud commercials for Mexican beer. (cheapest of beers) la la la la la la.. the damn Mexican Hatdance... da dum da dum..da dum dum dum da dump. That alone could prove fatal. 'Oh God. No.' he thought he saw the eyes.. THE EYES... staring at him... which eyes... OH GOD, that little tacobell dog... staring and staring... the horror.

A cold shiver ran down his spine and snapped him back to the present. He started fervently praying to Ra that the Chihuahua would leave him alone and that he had been imagining his conversation with Yami Malik. He made a mental note to avoid cheap Mexican beer and tequila for the future. Did the Pharaoh notice his pallor?

Duke suggested. "Let's have something to drink."
No one objected to that suggestion.
Ryou and Duke ran off to rustle up some nonalcoholic beverages, since you can't find the heart of the cards when you are drunk.

They came back with a tray of boring nonalcoholic drinks... ten iced glasses clinked beguilingly as they sauntered to the center of the group. Each one chose a drink.

Mai took a sip of her drink... gulp... she fell to the floor choking and gasping, her face turning purple, lips blue... her eyes widened as she clutched her throat. Her feet kicked in shallow convulsive little spasms. Then, she was still.

The room was frozen for what seemed to be an eternity but really clocked as seconds. Everyone's mouth hung open.

Then Mai jumped to her feet and screamed..."PSYCH!" She collapsed again with laughter while a collective gasp escaped the stunned group.

"You really thought I was dead... killed MYS-TER-IOUSLY, like a scene from some second rate Agatha Christie novel we were forced to read in school. Ha ha." A strange look crossed her face. "WAIT, you weren't going to help me, were you!"

They never got the chance to answer her for as she was winding up for a tirade there was a soft gurgling from the corner. Their eyes were drawn to Honda's gently convulsing body and the curious white foam that was forming on his lips.

"FAKER!" screamed Joey.
"Just ignore him, he is just doing this for attention." Said Mai. "Honda, You faker, we are just going to ignore your ass until you stop acting so stupid."

"He does appear to be turning purple." Said Ryou helpfully.
"He is faking it, just ignore him." Insisted Mai who did not like it much that her thunder was being stolen by Honda. "He will get bored with it after a while."

So everyone went back to what they were doing.

After about ten minutes Malik went to check on Honda. His conscience was nagging him and his recent yami/taco bell dog experience had left him a bit shaken. Malik knelt by Honda... hmm he was still an amazing color of purple for a faker... and it was amazing to Malik that Honda could hold his breath for such a long period of time... Honda's heart did not seem to be beating either...it all added up to... something.

'Hmmm' Malik thought. ' Too much Mexican beer... I am shaken and he is not stirring."
"OH MY GOD... He is DEAD!" Malik had everyone's attention instantly.

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