To Capture Her Spirit
By:
Setalina Muro
Summary: For his entire existence, the Thief King had sought to kill the Pharaoh. Now, seeking revenge, he kidnaps Kawai Shizuka and falls in love with her, plunging himself into ancient memories about a woman he lost three millennia ago… BxSxK TBxKxPS
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any places, people and/or other things you are familiar with from the show or anything else. The plot, however, is mine.
Warning: Cutting, swearing, and drinking. You have been warned.
A/N: This update comes because its short and I was given time to type tonight, miraculously. I won't leave you with a long note for all our sakes. Please enjoy.
Chapter Four
The Mess Behind
From outside, the apartment seemed deserted. Dusty blind were drawn against the bright sun and the plants perched on the railing were dry and cracking, leaves snapping from their stems with the prompting of the soft wind the group created as they moved passed. Hesitantly, one of the four touched the small round doorbell beside the wooden frame and when no chime came back at them, he rapt softly on the door itself. Still, there came no response and slowly, the door creaked open.
"Jounouchi-kun?" The knocker, a young man named Mouto Yuugi, whispered. He peered in the door cautiously, his spiked hair leaving a shadow across the far wall.
The light from the doorway cast a glare into the pitch-black room, lighting up a most disagreeable looking living room and a motionless figure lying on the couch. Yuugi stepped through the door, sighing as he did so. Carefully, he crossed the room and yanked on the draw strings, the blind disappearing as sunlight suddenly flooded the room.
There was a small gasp as several others entered the apartment. The floor was revealed now, covered in clothing and garbage and with the burst of light, the figure on the couch groaned and rolled over.
"Hey, Jounouchi-kun," one, a brunette female (the only among the group), offered. Her voice held an optimistic tone to it, and gently she touched Jou's arm. The blonde on the couch, Jounouchi Katsuya, grunted again and rolled away from the contact, a dull 'thunk' accompanying his movement as something rolled off the couch.
Mazaki Anzu sighed heavily, her blue eyes brimming with tears. She too had been deeply affected by Shizuka's disappearance. They were just becoming good friends. Now, Anzu spent her nights as Jounouchi spent his life: mourning.
She turned to the comfort of the young man standing behind her, sobbing softly into his chest. Honda Hiroto patted her head sympathetically as his gaze swept the surroundings. It was bad here, very bad. But, he reasoned, Jounouchi had rented the apartment for both him and his little sister and they had cleaned it together (Shizuka had been the only one that could get Jou to clean anything at all, really). Now he was alone and there really wasn't much incentive for him to do it.
The final member of the four-person party, an obsidian haired youth with sharp green eyes, moved past them and stood beside Jounouchi, scanning the floor. He crinkled his nose.
"Wonder when the last time he bathed was," he muttered offhandedly, and Honda scowled at him.
"Shut up, Otogi," he hissed.
The creator of Dungeon Dice Monsters grinned sheepishly and cast his gaze to the floor, kicking through the miscellaneous objects. Suddenly, he stopped as something caught his attention and he leaned down to pick it up.
"Uh, hey guys?"
They turned to him, eyes widening slightly as they saw the dark brown bottle he held disdainfully between two fingers. Yuugi looked away and Anzu's azure eyes filled with tear again. It had been a dark, fleeting suspicion, but not one they had actually contemplated being true. Jounouchi…drinking?
"We have to do something," Anzu said.
Yuugi sighed, shaking his head. "What can we do, Anzu-chan? Except try and find Shizuka…" He shook his head, again, unable to dislodge the feeling this had been his fault somehow.
'Aibou…' The voice resonated softly, the accusing tone scolding him. Yuugi fell back into his mind and turned to see a figure of identical likeness to himself. The eyes of the other, a deep crimson, narrowed slightly at him, examining him calculatingly.
"Yes?"
'Are you blaming yourself for Shizuka's disappearance again?'
"I'm sorry, Mou Hitori no Boku. I cannot help but feel somewhat responsible." (Au1)
'It is not your fault,' the other Yuugi said, gently touching his familiar's shoulder. 'We will find her soon.'
Yuugi nodded, willing himself to believe the words his friend spoke.
'Aibou, we will get her back. It does not matter how much time has passed. The thief will not be able to hold her forever. Shizuka is a child of strong will.'
"But…you're certain it was Bakura-san who kidnapped her?'
'Of course,' the spirit of the ancient Pharaoh replied. 'They have been missing equal lengths of time and you know as well as I that the tomb robber has escaped the shadows before.'
"He has, but it makes little sense. What motive would he have for taking Shizuka-chan? And if he has taken her, where would they hide?"
Yuugi was startled from his thoughts when Otogi flicked on a small television set. He paused a moment, watching a single line of static trail lazily up the screen, distorting the figure pictured there. A man, tall, stood on the steps of white jet, the already warmed engines blowing his chestnut hair about his face. Cerulean eyes fixed coldly upon the camera for a moment before he turned and disappeared inside the plane. A very familiar man…
"—and Kaiba-san will leave Japan with no explanation, it seems. They length of this trip has not yet been released, but Kaiba-san has placed Kaiba Mokuba in charge of Kaiba Corporations for the period of his absence. The destination of Kaiba-san's trip also remains a mystery, though many have suspected Egypt. Rumors of a relationship between Kaiba Seto and Ishtar Isis have been in circulation since the curator's private invitation for Kaiba-san to visit the Egyptian Exhibit before the Battle City Competition. With any luck, Kaiba-san himself will clear up the rumors upon his return. In other news…"
Yuugi looked away from the news, cascading back into his mind.
"Egypt…'"he murmured. "Mou Hitori no Boku, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
To Be Continued…
Au 1: Translation: Mou Hitori no Boku:-: my other soul
A/N: I hope that you enjoyed the chapter, despite its shortness. It was just a small filler. At any rate, please read and reply, but for a slight request, say something other than that you enjoy my fiction. Critiques and construction criticism are now being asked for (unless it's about grammar and spelling, and although I will use spell-check, I don't entire trust it. Again, my beta is out of town or banned from her computer, and this is not my forte). Please, do your part to improve writing.
Lina
