Sorry this has taken so long, but the ideas and inspiration doesn't hit that often and I wasn't too clear on how I wanted it to end... but YAY got a massive dose of ideas came back for what I wanted to happen to end this fic, so enjoy.
Warnings: Rating M, Swearing, Child Abuse. If this type of thing offends you then DO NOT READ! This is a fictional story ONLY and nothing more. Flames will be used to toast my marshmallows.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! But the plot belongs to me.
Chapter 30: Out There.
Yami took the last sip of his hot coffee in hopes to wash away his tiredness from having gotten up so early. The sky was still darkish and the snow was falling and the chill of the wind was cold enough to snap-freeze any bare skin left uncovered by clothing and Yami did feel snap-frozen.
Shizuka followed with a bouncy step as if the weather was an all year thing for her and didn't seem effected by the chill.
The highway was partly blocked off and some of the scrub land on the side as well, men walked back and forth with dogs, cameras flashing here and there as little markers marked spots on where evidence of the crime lay, scattered all over the highway . "Morning Motou... Shizuka."
"Hey." They both muttered back, Yami rubbing his hands together and breathing into them to get feeling back and keep them from frost-bite... how he hated the cold. Yami took the small worn in path in the long grass and through the tree line to see more officers and dogs walking around. "What happened here?" Yami asked approaching Kaiba and Otogi, it looked as if the driver of the vehicle drove off the side of the road and abandoned the car. The funny thing was Yami saw no marks on the grass from where the driver would have applied the brakes and why the car wasn't halfway rammed into a tree. "Nice car." He stopped beside them.
"Female driver breaks down due to tampering and then attacked." Otogi said standing with his hands deep in his pockets, completely ignoring the glare from Kaiba from taking the wind out of all his work that morning. "They took her and pushed the car off the road." He said rather proudly for their morning work.
"How do you know it was a female driver?" Shizuka asked looking puzzled since no real identification was handed over for them to look at and Kaiba didn't go off hunches.
"Because this car belongs to Marik's sister, Isis." Kaiba held out the bits of paper Marik had given him. "Marik reported to me that something might have happened with his sister and came to see me, giving me her car details." Kaiba went head on in his explanation. "This car was reported at two-fifteen this morning by a teenage couple looking for a spot to have a 'good time' we've been all over it since." Kaiba looked at Yami, his face showed nothing but the professional solemn look he always had. "You better wake Marik and get him down here." They stood there for a few moments each looking at the other, none of them wanted the job of telling Marik that his sister was missing.
"We'll get Meg down here in the mean time." Otogi offered knowing they would need her now more than ever and hoped what information she had would help.
"Don't feed the dog Ryou!" Marik said sternly from the kitchen, watching all three boys at his table and happy to say that two of them were legally his. Marik was still a little worried for Bakura in having received a summons back to court for his own hearing for Jack Winter, Roy McCrypt and Marcus Black. Malik's hearing was just in two days, the court jumped it forward once again due to having all the information they needed and wanted it resolved before Christmas. Marik was doing all he could to stay calm... he wouldn't lose Malik.
"But she's hungry." Ryou pouted giving Milly another pancake from his plate, which just happened to be his last one.
"She's always hungry." Bakura replied while eying the dog as she jumped up against Ryou's leg for more food.
Ryou then sadly realized that Milly had eaten the last of his breakfast and he was still hungry, Bakura had already finished and was getting up. Ryou pouted, he wouldn't be getting anything extra from his older brother. However, hope was not lost; Malik still had one on his plate... maybe Malik would share.
Malik wide eyed realized just what Ryou wanted, he wrapped his arm about his plate and moved away as Ryou wriggled closer with his fork in hand. "Share with me?" Ryou asked so sweetly, though it was lost on Malik as he saw right through it and glared back, no way was Ryou getting his breakfast again.
Suddenly Ryou's lips and chin started to tremble and his eyes filled with tears and with that Malik's resolve caved in faster than a rock slid, he rolled his eyes and passed his plate, Ryou giggled throwing his arms about Malik's neck in a hug and resumed eating.
"Don't give in so easily next time." Marik said, placing down another pancake onto Malik's plate.
The doorbell rang and Ryou shoving the last of his breakfast into his month while muttered out an incoherent. "I gots it!" As he rushed from the kitchen.
"Don't run with food in your mouth!" Marik walked after him.
"Daddy, it's Yami and Shizuka!" Ryou shouted making sure that he was heard from the other side of the house and possibly the street.
"I'm right here." Marik picked him up and slung Ryou over his shoulder as he gave them a greeting and let them in.
"Morning Marik." Yami greeted looking fair too solemn for anyone's liking and Shizuka's stare of sympathy.
"What's with you two, someone die?" Marik joked; it was so unusual to see these two look so down.
Yami rubbed the back of his neck and Marik's grin was wiped off his face. "You have someone who can watch the boys?" Yami said all too serious for Marik's liking.
Marik frowned. "Yeah." He put Ryou down on his feet, "Go see if Malik's done eating." Ryou glanced between the adults for a moment before walking off. "What's going on?" He asked once Ryou was out of ear shot.
"It's about Isis." Shizuka said bitting her lip.
"Her car was discovered by highway patrol early this morning." Yami sighed knowing there was no other way to sugar coat something like this.
"And?" Marik urged him to continue, but just this little information already given was enough to send off all panic bells and have his heart racing and his palms sweating.
"It would have been passed off as abandon and toed if it didn't look so suspicious... the driver's side window..."
"Don't talk to me like that!" Marik's anger leaked out in his voice, this was the information phase that they would give family members or lovers of victims to help easy those for the more harsher words that would send anyone into months or years of grief and Marik hated it with a passion. "Spit it out and tell me what happened."
Yami unaffected by his friend's outburst continued. "The driver's side window was..."
"Isis was on her way back to the city last night." Shizuka cut in. "It was radioed in that her car broke down and she was attacked and she's missing." Marik backed up a little his mind racing. "To where we don't know nor has there been any calls for ransom." She fell silent.
Marik turned from them heading up the stairs. Yami and Shizuka just looked at each other on what to do. Bakura right at that time had walked by them heading up the stairs just as Marik was coming down. "Bakura call Rishid and get him over here and don't let Ryou and Malik out of your sight today." Marik ordered as he pulled on his jacket.
"Yeah, but why?" The teen asked looking confused as the older male stopped before him.
"Tell Rishid that I'll explain later... Be good and keep those boys and yourself inside." Marik patted Bakura's shoulder and headed for the front door.
"But where are you going?" Bakura followed him; something didn't feel right Marik seemed more agitated than ever.
"Detective work and I'm needed."
"Marik?" He followed him out the door; Marik turned so unexpectedly that Bakura almost fell on his rear end to avoid actually running into him.
"Just do as I ask of you!" Marik snapped at him, Bakura stood frozen on the spot, eyes widened as he took a step back; Marik was extremely intimidating when he wanted to be. Marik took a deep breath while running both hands through his hair. "I'm sorry." He placed his hands onto Bakura's shoulders. "Isis is missing and I'm going to go help find her, take care of Ryou and Malik for me and tell Rishid to call me as soon as he gets here." Bakura now understood nodded his head, smiling softly when Marik cupped his cheek. "Lock all the doors when you get in and I'll be back later tonight." With that Marik turned and walked away, getting into a car with Yami at the wheel and Shizuka in the back.
Bakura turned about and headed back inside to call Rishid and do what he had been told.
Isis groaned the pain in her leg and her head throbbed and made it nearly impossible for her to open her eyes or move. "Glad to see you're not dead." A hand roughly grabbed her about the chin and jerked it back, she gasped out at the pain that shot through her head at the sudden movement. "I was slightly concerned for a short time." He let her chin go, Isis's head fell forward before she raised it to glare at him. "Don't look at me like that." He walked away.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your victims?" Her month felt as though it was full of cotton and she was so thirsty and hungry... Her mind cleared a little and the pain from the blow didn't seem as painful. She glanced down at her right leg and saw the wound was still oozing blood, that couldn't be good, but there was nothing she could do about it now. The second thing to come to acknowledgment, but not at all surprised, that she was strapped to a chair, her ankles to the legs, her arms and hands to the back of the chair and a strap across her chest. She also did a mental check of her body; she had been unconscious for some time and made sure that none of them had their way with her while she was out of it... she felt fine besides the pain her head and leg was in. "I forgot a bastard like you wouldn't have morals or etiquette." She tested the rope and straps for weaknesses and her heart dropped to find that the rope was tight enough to cut off circulation.
He laughed, the sound was deep and generally amused, she could tell as his shoulders shook. "I like you, I really do." He said.
"Yeah, I can change your mind on that opinion. Untie me and let's step outside, I'll show who the better woman is!" Isis seethed through her grit teeth.
"My." He turned about, something small in his hand but big enough to make Isis break out into a cold sweat and her heart stop in her chest as panic really set in. "I bet you do think you're the better woman. Think you're good enough to be Malik's mother... acting like my wife didn't matter to him at all!" He slowly approached her, needle in hand; the plunger was filled with a clear fluid. He stopped before her, lifting it to eye level and flicking the syringe and squirting out a little of the clear fluid.
"What are you doing? What is that?" Her voice pitched higher in pure panic and fear, she struggled in the chair to get free, her mind raced so fast that she could barely comprehend what he was saying... Malik's mother, his wife... did this mean this man before her was Malik's real father? This man who was responsible for the way Malik was. If he was treating her like this she didn't want to imagine what Malik had to live through. "I'm not trying to replace anyone; Malik is a sweat boy..." Her words cut off as he rushed at her grabbing her face and the needle point inches from her left eye.
"What the hell would you know?" He growled at her. "Malik was the little bastard who took all my wife's love for himself. I saw the looks he gave me, laughing at me for the fool I was for letting it go on for so long and even on her death bed her last words and thoughts were of him."
Isis eyes widened her focus no longer on the needle. "Malik was her child it was only natural for him to love her. Malik would have loved you too if you weren't so damn paranoid and saw it as something more then what it really was." She snapped at him, it was natural for a mother to love her children, but this man had been so jealous of his wife's love for their son that it twisted and warped his mind into this monster before her.
"WHAT ABOUT ME! I WAS WITH HER BEFORE HIM! I KNEW HER FOR LONGER! I LOVED HER FOR LONGER!" He was in a fit of rage, that needle point was too close to Isis's eye that if either one of them moved the wrong way, it would go through her eye. He was panting his eyes wild and wide, burning with years of rage. "Now I got myself a teacher, someone who knows how I feel and showed me how to properly deal with you."
Isis knew what he meant. "So you rape and murder women, to teach who that lesson. Those women were innocent."
"You deserve it. You all deserve it." He pulled back looking down at her.
"Malik saw it all." Isis felt sick the bile sitting in her throat choking the words before she could breath them out. "You made him watch... that's why you want him back so badly, why you kidnapped me to force my brother to hand Malik back to you... because he knows everything you did."
"Like I said before you are smart, smarter than all the other girls I've had here." He plunged the needle into Isis's arm, "Just a little something to keep you quite."
"No!" She whimpered and tried to pull away, but the rope that held her in place wouldn't allow it. A few seconds later he pulled if from her arm and stepped back. "The thing is, it's you that has been replaced." She glared up at him, feeling her body starting to weight her down. "Your wife knew and hated you for it." Isis laughed through her panting. "She knew how you felt about Malik, I don't blame her for loving Malik more then you, anyone would love Malik more then you." Her laughter became stronger like the situation had become humorous. "Poor little man, I have the urge to chant 'no-body loves-you' you're so pathetic that you take it all out on women and a baby." She knew it wasn't the brightest idea to torment her capture in such away, but she couldn't help it, all this was over because his wife loved her son... maybe there was some deeper physiological damage that dwelled within the man that was beyond any one's capability of helping him. If she was going to die here, then she sure wasn't going to be the model victim.
"Shut up!" He covered his ears but her laughter still came through, only it was magnified by a lot more little high pitched laughs and tormenting chants and he was surrounded by all the children from his school in his childhood. He stood there listing to them teasing him, about his black eye, torn clothing from a beating his mother had given him that morning. "SHUT UP!" He swung his arm out, hitting Isis across the face and knocking her and the chair to the ground and with it the apparitions vanished from his mind and ears.
He stood over her panting, his foot on her head, he could crush her into the floor and everything would be right again... they all had to be taught a lesson, each and every last one of them, but his son could ruin that for him, if he opened his month he'd be behind bars far too soon... something had to be done now. "Rot in hell you bastard." Isis whispered out as her mind and body submitted to the drugs.
He untied her from the chair and picked her up, slinging her over his shoulder like a sack, he left the living area. Majed plucking up his jacket and car-keys with his free hand, he left the house. He wasn't going to risk a court hearing for his son, he knew that he wouldn't win against the Detective. He also felt that he was losing time the longer he kept her alive, his partner and mentor was getting anxious and wanting to get rid of her and he was getting harder and harder to control. Majed changed the plan without a word, this was his show, his life, his son... he'd get Malik back today, dump the Detective's sister somewhere and phone it in and while Detective Ishtar was fretting over his sister, he and Malik would flee the country and start anew, somewhere where they weren't known, somewhere where no one had heard of his Lessons. No one could say that he never thought ahead for what he was and what he did he needed to see what was to come before it happened.
The snow crushed under his feet as he made his way to the large shed; he pulled open the back doors of the white van and dumped the woman inside it while he opened up the shed doors.
He took the highway on where he had picked up the Detective's sister and slowed down when an officer flagged him to slow down. Suddenly the passenger side door opened and closed and his partner sat in the seat. "They found the car." He hissed looking at Majed. "They'll be all over us in a matter of hours. They'll get that bitch Meg to show them the way." He growled through clutched teeth. "I've never had any of them get away from me before... we got sloppy, it won't happen again." Majed had the van at a crawling pace as were other vehicles in front of him and behind him, it gave him a good opportunity to see what was going on.
"They can search the house all they like, they won't find anything." They both looked into the back and all that could be seen were Isis's hands cuffed to a rail in the back.
"We need to get your kid now." The shorter male faced the front once again.
"Just what I had in mind." Majed muttered, once they were clear he got the van up to speed and headed for the city.
Marik inspected the car and hoped that someone had it wrong and it didn't belong to his sister, not only did all the signs point out that the car belonged to Isis but also that something foul had happened to her. "We have men and dogs scouting the area." Shizuka said.
"Bad news." Seto approached with Otogi at his side. "Meg was discharged from the hospital a few days ago. She went home."
Marik had to calm his racing mind that was all over the place in thought, calculating the time up on those who were kidnapped and how big of a window they had of being found alive and all the previous victims of the serial killer. Did they take her by car or did they drag her into the forest. Was she still alive? Was he too late?... what was the last thing he said to her? When was the last time he spoke to her? "Marik." A hand on his shoulder snapped him from his thoughts. "Breathe." Yami guided his friend backwards and sat him down on a broken stump and looked at him worriedly, his friend was almost hyperventilating.
"She's been missing two days... I think... could be longer." Marik placed his head in his hands. "She won't survive this, not this time." Marik looked up at him pleadingly as if Yami had the power to snap his fingers and have her appear before him safe and sound. "She's already been through this..."
Yami sighed. "I know, I was there too." And he had been, he gotten the call that Isis had a break and enter at her old apartment, but when he got there he found that Isis had been raped was being taken away by ambulance. The intruder had been shot six times in the chest and head on his run in with Marik. It took Isis months to work up the courage to leave Marik's house to get the mail, he had done a number on her, she wasn't properly healed and that day had done something to Marik as well and Yami didn't think it was for the better. "We'll find her."
Marik suddenly shot up to his feet and called out to Kaiba, a few officers stopped what they were doing to hear as well. "The hunters that found Meg in the woods get them down here." Kaiba nodded his head as he pulled out his cell phone. "We should start there." Marik said to Yami. "Kaiba!" He called out again. "Have someone check out the Jihad residence." Kaiba waved his hand that he understood while he was on the phone.
"Malik's father?" Yami followed Marik back towards the highway.
"I've had a bad feeling about him since I first met Malik, something isn't right about him." Marik still couldn't shake the images of Malik and how he looked upon hitting the boy with his car or Malik's reactions to the man when they met. Marik pulled out his cell phone to call home and fill his brother in on what they were doing.
By mid-afternoon Isis's car was towed away and all the evidence that could be taken under Marik, Yami, Kaiba and Otogi's supervision were taken. Marik had kept his brother up to date on what was going on, but the news didn't seem to ease either of them. Rishid must have been going out of his mind sitting back at home and waiting for his calls... "We found her about here." The elderly man said, pointing to a map and where they were currently standing.
"This area has a few houses, mostly cabins and properties and a hell of a lot of trees and a few creeks and caves." The second man rubbed at his chin. "She had been running from that direction when we found her."
"You can guide a few of the teams?" Yami asked, the two men nodded their heads. "Alright!" Yami turned about to face the large group of men. "Three teams." He called out walking among them and handing out photos along with Marik, Otogi and Shizuka. "We are looking for this woman, Isis Ishtar." Marik didn't miss the few surprised looks he got. "We are also looking for this man, he maybe a possible suspect for all the murders for the past five years, caution must be used if you see him." Yami and Marik watched as each officer glanced at the photos and pocketed them in their jackets.
They started moving out, dogs barking and pulling on their leads as their handlers struggled to keep pace as everyone spread out. One group wondered towards the creek on the right following Kaiba and Otogi. The other team veered off to the left following Yami, Shizuka and one of the old men towards a few old sheds. The last team followed Marik and the other old man towards a few houses.
A few hours later, Marik stood back looking over an old two story house that seemed to sit in the middle of nowhere. The house had been empty but for a few items of furniture and other things in the house that spoke volumes that someone either lived there, a homeless person maybe. "I found something!" Someone called out.
Marik approached a woman who was crouched down lightly digging in the snow, a few men pulling their dogs away. "What is it?" Marik asked as Yami joined him.
"Blood I think." She muttered taking a small sample and bagging it up.
"Human or animal?" Marik and Yami asked in unison.
"Not sure." She stood up. "Until the labs run some tests." She saw the look on Marik's face and added. "Hunters like this area for the game this time of year."
"That's a great image shooting Blitzen and Prancer right before Christmas." Yami shook his head.
The woman smiled slightly and continued. "Some times they shoot a stag and it runs off leaving a blood trail behind, a lot of campers find them days later dead and being this close to a road... it happens." She shrugged walking away looking at her watch.
Yami too took notice of the time and the setting sun. "Marik." Yami placed his hand on his shoulder. "We need to call it a night."
"What?' Marik growled looking about at everyone that seemed to be heading slowly to the main road where they left their vehicles a good forty-five minute walk through forest. "There is still so many more places..."
"Marik." Yami tried to reason. "It's getting dark... the men can't search or see that well out here, it'll be pitch black."
"Leave then." Marik growled checking to make sure he had his gun and his cell phone it was all he needed to kill the bastard that took his sister.
"We've been at this all day, you're tired." Yami tried again but his patients were wearing thin.
"I'm not leaving until I find her!" Marik yelled at Yami, a few officers stopped making sure their help wasn't needed.
"You want to be thrown off this case? Because it's what will happen if you fight me on this, you're still on suspension." Marik narrowed his eyes, Yami was right; he shouldn't even be out here since it is his sister. He was now too close and involved in this matter, but he'd be damned if he was going to sit at home and wait for the phone calls. "Your boys will want to see you and I'm sure Rishid could use your company." Marik seemed to deflate a little in his stubbornness. "We'll start back up in the morning after you've rested up, we'll find her just be patient." Marik took one long look at the house that seemed to be hidden by the forest. No neighbours, no passing traffic, just trees and this house... if anyone was kept here no one would know and fast help would be so hard to find.
Marik reluctantly turned away from the house and followed Yami into the forest; he pocketed the map into his vest.
Unlike Ryou who was occupied with the line up of cartoons, sat glued to the t.v and singing with all the catchy tones, Malik noticed the way Rishid seemed to be on the phone for most of the day. The man was so jumpy, practically running for the phone when it rang and fidgeted when he sat still.
Bakura too looked worried but not as bad as Rishid did and Ryou was just plain oblivious to what was going on. Malik glanced over he's shoulder at the sound of Ryou's excited singing. 'the doom and gloom up in his roomis broken instantlyby his magic little fishwho grant his every wish cause in reality...'
"Come watch it with me." Ryou called out not moving from his place. "Malik, whats you looking at?" Ryou pouted what could possibly be more interesting out the window. "This is better."
"Ryou. Malik." Bakura called out as he entered the living room. "Bath time."
"But it's just started." Ryou whined when Bakura turned off the t.v.
"Now." Bakura picked Ryou up and forced him on his feet, Ryou unwilling walked to the stairs like he was walking death row.
"I'm telling daddy not to leaves you in charge agains." Ryou mumbled.
"Malik?" Bakura walked over and glanced out the window for a moment to see what had Malik standing in front of it for what seemed like an hour. "C'mon Malik." Bakura picked him up. "You need to get ready for bed." Malik rested his chin on Bakura's shoulder never taking his eyes off the van that was parked across the street in the shadows. "I'd let you stay up but Marik will be home late." Bakura really didn't want to leave Rishid on his own, the man seemed really upset and Bakura did all he could to keep the little ones occupied and Rishid busy, but there was only so much Bakura could do.
Bakura had escaped the bath-time from a good soaking, however the floor was swamped. Drying each of them up and helped them dress. "Will you makes us a hot choc..." Ryou stopped as Milly growled, her heckles stood on end as she stalked forward towards the open bedroom door, Bakura stood up and moved towards it, silencing the dog with a pat and glanced down the hallway to the stairs.
Two loud popping sounds came from downstairs and Bakura's heart raced knowing what it was. Milly's growl became a pitch higher and a savage warning that whatever was going on downstairs she didn't like at all as her teeth became visible and her snout pulled back and trembled.
"What was that?" Ryou whimpered moving to stand closer to Malik. "I want my daddy."
"Boys." Malik and Ryou snapped their eyes off the dog and doorway to Bakura. "We're going to play a game." Bakura flicked off the light. "We're going to play hide and go seek." Ryou shook his head he wasn't in a mood for a game. "I'm going to go downstairs and you're going to turn off all the lights and hide."
"But I'm scared of the dark." Ryou whimpered and started to cry rubbing at his face.
"You'll have Malik with you." Bakura glanced at the door again. "And you must not come out no matter what you hear or see... don't come out either of you until I call out rover is over, okay." Malik's hand trembled as he grabbed onto Ryou's hand. Bakura turned for the door and went down the hallway whispering loud enough. "One, two, three." He glanced back to see Malik and Ryou duck into Marik's room and then towards the bathroom looking for a place to hide.
Before Bakura was half way down the stairs all the lights in the house turned off. "Fuck!" He hissed stopping for a moment to let his eyes adjust to the dark, before he continued down the stairs. "Rishid?" He whispered out softly using the light from the streets that came in through the windows. He crossed the hallway, stopping for a moment to pick up the phone to call for help when all he got was a dead tone, he hung it up and moved by the living room door, sticking to the walls and shadows as he made his way to the kitchen. "Rishid?" Bakura called out again in a hiss. "Rishid!" He made his way to the back door and stopped upon seeing the said man face down on the floor by the back door, laying in a black thick substance.
Bakura rushed to his side knowing now that Rishid was laying in his own pool of blood that was coming from a hole in his back. "Rishid!" Bakura hissed not knowing what to do; he didn't want to leave the little ones in search of help. Pain suddenly exploded through Bakura's head and he crumbled on top of the man he was trying to help.
Malik had a tight grip on Ryou's hand as he dragged him down the hallway to the bathroom, ignoring Ryou's complaints of wanting to find Bakura and wanting Marik, Malik wanted him here too. Malik stood in the bathroom and glanced about for a moment before going for the dirty laundry hamper and pulled out some of the dirty clothing and indicated for Ryou to get in. "But its smelly." Ryou shook his head.
Malik gave him a hard glare and pointed to the basket. "Okays Malik." Ryou struggled a little to get in it without tipping it over, with a little help from Malik he got in and the clothes that Malik had pulled out threw them all back on top of him. "Malik." Ryou gasped and stopped as Malik lent down and placed a finger to his lips for him to keep quite. "Don't leaves." Ryou watched almost horrified as Malik walked back out of the bathroom and leaving the door ajar.
Malik took to hiding under Marik's bed watching for Bakura to come back up, at least here he could see who would walk down that hallway and stop them if they got to close to the bathroom. Milly however followed him licking at his face and whining. Malik tried to shover her away or to keep her quiet, it worked as the dog laid down beside him enjoying the hug she was getting.
Everything was hypersensitive; Malik could hear his heart racing in his ears, his breathing so shallow that he almost stopped completely, the dog panting... Malik struggled to hear anything that would give away that Bakura was coming back up to get them.
Big black boots came into view in the hallway and Malik slunk back even more under the bed, he gripped Milly tightly when she started to growl again. Malik did all he could to make her quiet, he glanced out from under the bed and found the big black boots gone. Malik wide eyed looked about the room from where he was, Milly leapt out of his arms and dashed from the room towards the bathroom in a fit of high pitched barking and growling. Ryou! Malik started to hyperventilate, what should he do, he knew it wasn't Bakura up here because those boots were so big and the teen didn't own a pair of shoes like them... Malik wriggled out from under Marik's bed, he had to see, had to make sure Ryou was still alright. It was okay; he could take a really fast look and be back under the bed faster than the Flash.
"There you are!" Malik was grabbed and spun about and he came eye to eye with his father, so panicked that he couldn't help it, Malik wet himself where he stood and let out a horrified scream.
TBC
The next chapter will be up really soon, because I'm not stopping this while the ideas are still with me and fresh. Oh the song Ryou was singing was the theme song from a cartoon called Fairly Odd Parents, just in case some of you didn't know and which I don't own. R&R (love and cookies)