Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Alone ❯ Intermision Pt 1 [Solitary Love] ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: drk_hikari
The past. Marik is the first character playing a role here...You find out why he loves Bakura. ^_^;; It's split into 2 because of the length. A bit more blood...A bit more angst. ^_^

Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Angst / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.05.2005 | Pages: 5 | Words: 9.4K | Visits: 195 | Status: Work In Progress

WARNINGS: Yaoi/Shonen ai/slash, (sexual, intimate or not.) DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT LIKE!You have been warned!
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Reviewer replies:
 
Gah…loneliness TT.TT…
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Well…Here's my update. ;.;It's full of extreme angst…definitely not my best work. -Cries- I've tried to add that mystery and mayhem that I had in the prologue for here…Oh wells. -Sigh- Plus I've been having a -really- bad week. To mention one thing, my friend Hayley left to go to another school and I won't be able to see her TT.TTI miss her already.
Anyways, it's an intermission chappie;a slight pause from the actual main plot and main characters of this fic, to describe the other charactersthat I thought you should get to know better. Plus these chara's will have a fairly big impact to where theplot is headed.
It's really, really long…x.xI only wanted to have one intermission chapter for each of the chosen characters so yeh TT.TT…-sigh- However it just didn't work so I had to split the chapter. Blah. Sorry about that guys x.x Damn… I hope this turns out OK.
-Nods- Well, that means that my Bakura and Ryou muses won't be here with me today so-
Bakura: WHAT?!? You're just dumping us like that!? -Is twitching- ALREADY?!?
Ryou: Eh. It's ok Bakura-sama! -Whimpers, trying to hold Bakura back-
Annie: Heh…heh… -Backs away- It's only for a chapter, or so…o.o; and I thought you didn't want to be my muse! -Pouts-
Bakura: That's beside the point that you are DUMPING US! -Swoons, all faint like-
Ryou: -Catches Bakura, straining under his weight- Meep! TT.TT
Annie: Bah! Coppélia was meant to debut with you guys today; Do you see her complaining?
(Coppélia appears out of no where)
Ryou: Gah! -Collapses out of shock and of the weight in his arms- Oro! Oro! Oro! Oro!
(Bakura falls on top of Ryou)
Coppélia: Actually, I don't give a damn though I was waiting for my big debut -Acts all prissy-
Ryou and Bakura: -oro eyes-
Coppélia: However, Bakura angry is very amusing -smirks-
Annie: heh nn;; She's right. It is actually
Bakura: WHAT!?!?!?
Ryou: Meep! Coppélia-chan! -Still dizzy-
Coppélia:-Grabs Bakura by the ear and starts dragging him along- Come along now Bakura-kun.
Bakura: Nooo!!! -Gets dragged along- And don't call me Bakura-kun!
Ryou: o.o… nn; -Follows Coppélia-chan along, skipping-
Coppélia: Whatever… Bakura-kun
Bakura: NOOO000ooooo!!! (Trails off)…
Annie: o.o…er…um…-Continues typing the fic-
Well…er…Bakura and Marik are closer in this fic than the usual Malik and Bakura. I have my reasoning. It's the first intermission chapter that you will come across in this fic…There will be more if all goes well and I don't have an author's block. Uu
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Yami Bakura - Bakura
Bakura - Ryou
Yami Marik - Marik
Marik - Malik
Ishizu-Isis
 
My own characters:
Coppélia, Mrs. & Mr. Oldehack, Jamie.
--I don't own any of the other characters. Oh, I do own myself though nn
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Alone
By Annie Nguyen
Intermission ChapterStory One, Part One [Marik's story]- “To Love Alone, Solitary Love.”
( A/N: I decided to call my poem “Solitary Love” n.n;;; )
 
.: Five Years Ago :.
…Erotica…
.: Marik's POV :.
 
[Marik is 17 years old. Bakura age 12. Isis is 19 now, 24 in the future]

(A/N: Marik is 21 in the present time. 21 minus 5 is 16. This just means in the present state, Marik has yet to turn 22. Got me? xD His birthday is on the 23rd of December according to a site)
 
It was another rainy day, subtly calming my edginess and worries as I gazed absently out the frosted window, pitter-patted with fat droplets of icy water. “Erotica” was a nightmare. I had zero publicity nor the workers or money to start the business up much less keep it. It began as pure fun- a beat that even though I did not have the education, I would still be able make as much money as my older sister, Isis, did. Eventually I came up with this absurd idea of starting a gay male sex club. `Gay', especially seeing that I have been a Ra damn `fag' for as long as I can remember- and proud of it. Isis laughed and even dared me to try, obnoxiously mentioning that there were legal and other issues that had to be dealt with, including that it still would not match up to her (starts muttering out loud) job as a secondary head assistant of the Ancient Egypt Exhibition, Domino Museum of Murder, Mayhem and Mystery. Ra forbid…

(A/N: The name of “Domino Museum of Murder, Mayhem and Mystery” came to me when I was younger. I went to an excursion once to a museum which had a name thing that was `Of Murder, Mayhem and Mystery,' and it's always been stuck on me for as long as I remember. xD I don't know why though. Disclaimer: I do not own the Museum x.x)
True that there were those issues to be attended to, but being big headed I jeered her on and here I was, in a small, empty warehouse, having spent all the money I had purchasing it.
Isis knew that I was broke and even offered me a job in the museum. Nevertheless, I rejected it, and even mocked her of her `high authority'- and now she has stopped caring. And now I regret it.
Sighing heavily, I stood up and reached a hand up to pull the blinds of the window down, however just before a blur of brilliant white ran pass.
What the? I frowned and tried to look out of the gritty glass of the window, scanning the area for the intruder yet finding nothing. With the thought of a trespasser in mind, I decided to investigate for myself and leaned my back level against the wall, listening for him/her as I edged my way to the door. Who in their right mind would be out there in such cold rain? Thieves, perhaps?
Pause.
I frowned again and decided to see for myself who it was, now stationed in front of the door. Who could it be? Sure it is a warehouse, but it is mine now, and had been abandoned a few years ago. Not to mention that “Trespasser's Beware” signs were still to be found around the area.
The rain had ceased and everything had gone quiet. I have never heard such a quiet before. There is the serene and calm quiet after the rain that makes you feel peaceful at heart; where the only sounds are the pitter of dew drops and the chirrups of the garden birds as they appeared again to greet the warmth of the emerging sun… But this one was different. No dew drops, no birds- like as if nature's breath was held at that exact moment, as my fingertips brushed against the door's handle, and the door was pried ajar.
I had only managed to partially open the creaky door before it was flung violently open, my body forced against the wall and the silver blade of a dagger against my bare throat. What the? I-
“Don't you dare move or I'll slit your throat, old man!” My trespasser rasped; his face a snarl, and deadly serious about his threat.
Did I struggle or throw him off me? No. Truth was I was stunned at who my intruder was. Maybe it was because I knew I could have taken him on; or maybe because he looked like a ten year old? But well… that was just it. What has this little guy been doing, with a dagger?
“Get off me kid! And I am not old! I'm only 17!” I growled in annoyance, twisting the dagger away from my throat and off his hands, at the same time tripping him off balance and sending him to the floor on his back.
He gasped, looking up at me filled with bewildered hate, most probably wondering how I tore the dagger off his skilled and nimble hands. Hey, it is not my fault if I am more skilled and experienced… Call me old will he?!?
I looked him up and down. He had a certain appearance to him. Long messy and soaking wet, white lavender hair; a very pale complexion; slightly effeminate features- but that could also be because he was ten. And no, I wouldn't have known he was a he if he did not have his shirt off exposing a flat chest.
Oh wait, then again, did ten year old girls have boobies at that age? Hm…that is a thought.
“I'm warning you! Give me the keys to this place or I swear you will join the rest of them in the stygian of hell!” He shouted, composing himself to stand up to his full height; well…as tall as a ten year old could be.
(A/N: Stygian… haha I love that word)
“Ra…You have a tongue!” I laughed and mocked a reply, posing in a prissy manner- hands on hips, before continuing with a hint of false honesty in my voice, “I'll give you the keys if you can find them…If,”
The little rascal glared, inspecting yours “good looking” truly first as he walked around me in a circle, very much remembering the silver bladed dagger still in my much more nimble and experienced hands.
I laughed again and threw the dagger at a wall, striking it to its target before opening my arms out in a welcoming gesture. “Better?”
No reply came but he finished his perusal and closed the excess space between us, running his small hands down my body, slipping them into my pockets and even up my shirt and the cuffs of my pants… However, to his dismay, and my pleasure and amusement, he found nothing.
“Nyah! Nyah!” Teasing again I ruffled his hair, noticing him flinch at the friendly contact.
He growled and backed away quickly, slapping my hand away before exclaiming again, “Where are the keys! Last chance, old man!”
I shrugged in a casual stance, leaning against the wall before replying, “There are no keys if there are no locks to the doors yet, kid.”
I could have sworn he twitched. His brown eyes became unblinking as he snapped and lost control of himself, throwing his head back in what would be known as psychotic laughter. Ra…this kid has mental problems.
“That's it! I warned you!” He cackled, red gleaming in his eyes as he stood back albeit shakily, still chuckling insanely to himself. What was this power I sensed in him? I frowned and stood my guard, a familiar dark presence brushing against my senses…And there it was; the Millennium Ring appeared around his neck, shadows gathering at his call and every whim…Or was it the Ring that had control over him?
The inheritor of the Millennium Ring, one of the seven Millennium items, was a ten year old kid. I myself owned the Millennium Rod at a young age, but it was passed down to me by my deceased father, Isis inheriting the Millennium Necklace from our deceased mother.
The Millennium items were powerful tools in Ancient Egypt, to which my own heritage and culture originated from. I was born in Egypt and raised in Egypt for most of my life until both mother and father passed away. Isis needed to travel with her Museum, and travel we did to Domino, Japan. I had been 13 when we finally settled into our new home.
These items were described to us by our parents as deadly weapons- used to control monsters and the realm of shadows to where all the evil imaginable dwells… And if they were put into the wrong hands, destruction would be the only resolution. My ancestors were given the right, no…responsibility to look after the items, of the Rod and the Necklace, and furthermore look out for the owners of the rest of the items being the Puzzle, Eye, Ankh, and finally the Ring to which this young boy possessed; so that they would not become astray with the insanity of the immense amount of power…and use it for, well, evil purposes. So that they would not, to the best of our ability, become possessed by the item, their morbid soul fuel for it to control the person at desire. To kill- more fuel for its life.
There was nothing to it… My senses told me to stop him and stop him I must… I was not painfully tattooed along the plains of my back by the blade of the Rod, to abandon my duties. Truthfully, I would like nothing more than to have lived a normal life…If I did not have Isis to look after me…If I did not have young Malik to look after…Then maybe. Just maybe.
(A/N: I didn't want to involve Odion with this fic…Truthfully; I haven't watched the other episodes involving him…er…a bit but not much. The Australia government is so lazy with anime that they haven't finished series 3 over here…-laughs- I'll watch them, one day…xD We have to purchase most anime series to watch them or `wait' for ages x.x or get “Foxtel” to which my parents took away TT.TT)
Calmly, I took my Rod out from where I had left it earlier- in one of the left over warehouse crates before once again facing the kid, placing it so that it was in front of the boy's face. His features were still twisted and the shadows were closing around us… He did not know how to control it properly as yet. Poor thing…
Was there a change in his appearances as well? His hair seemed to be much messier than it had been initially, and his eyes were a vibrant red. Even the way he moved was jerking, and almost flailing and unsmooth. More so his sneer had a side note of “vampire” to it.
“Prepare your self, kid” I murmured, the eye symbol on the Rod flashing before the shadows swallowed us up in its dome.
 
.: Third Person POV :.
Young Malik Ishtar ran into the warehouse in search of his older brother, calling out as he went. “Marik! Marik! Isis sent me to- what!?”
He gasped at the sight of the Shadow Realm being opened- his brother most probably being the cause of it. The dome had already been enclosed in its half sphere.
“Ra… Have mercy on him! He's just poor and hungry and misunderstood…maybe mentally unstable, but more misunderstood…” Malik whimpered, running off to get his sister.
(A/N: If you wanted to see more of him…I'm awfully sorry -bows apologetically- It just ended up this way. I can promise that he will be in a yaoi scene though. nn; For you guys and you guys only `cause I love you all -Group hugs- x3)
 
.: Marik's POV :.
He was strong for his age but it wasn't long before my Rod pierced into his mind and took control. Though his face continued to show menace, from what the Rod showed me he was scared deep down, most probably not having competed against another with a Millennium item like himself. It was harder however to read his thoughts as that was just it- he did not have any real thoughts; only pure emotion of frailty and loneliness. What had happened to him? Before I could unlock his mind any further, a monster clawed at my foot, trying to pull me further down into the black inhabitants. Its poisoned claw shredded the threads of my pants, my calves oozing thick blood along its damage, seeping into the fabric. Ra! Those pants were my favourite!
The kid was still resisting me…better stop him first and pry later.
“Stop…” I murmured simply. The Rod flashed again as it took control of him completely, forcing him to still, his arms dropping down by his sides. The difference was a noticeable one- his eyes returned to their normal shade of brown, hair shuddering back down to frame his face. The Shadow Realm itself dispersed as quickly as it appeared, leaving everything as it was before this had all started. All except for the little boy, who had collapsed and was now curled up on the cold floor, tears shimmering in his life-less eyes. Just as life-less were the fallen threads of rope, which had once held the Ring in its place; and the Ring itself as it had cluttered to the space beside him.
I felt pity for him. I really did. I stood there observing; just letting my senses drown in the situation, just for a little, just listening to his barely audible and feverish murmur.
“I'm so weak… Mom… Where are you? Please save me… Mom…? I'm so weak… It's so cold… So lonely, I don't want to be so- so lonely… Please save me…”
He fainted.
(A/N: -sigh- u.u I hope you are not bored to death…Chances are you will be if you aren't now…)
 
.: Bakura's POV :.
(Unconscious, and hearing voices while he struggles to wake up)
 
“You think he'll be OK?”
”I'd have to hope so…he did use up a lot of energy poor kid.”
“Who is he Marik?”
“Oh…Some kid that was trying to find somewhere to stay I guess. He wanted the keys to the warehouse. Should I call the police or something?”
“Better not… I think he may be running away from something. He might tell us if he wakes up. I better change that heat pack for him too.”
“Alright Isis… Just as long as I don't have to control him again…He's weak enough already, delusional even.”
Pause.
“By the way… Why didn't you predict this coming, hm Isis?”
“Nh? All the Millennium Necklace showed me was you happy, Marik. I stopped worrying about you and this business in porno a while back when I saw that prediction.”
“Oh…”
“Hm?”
“Nothing.”
“There…that should do it. We have to keep him warm. He's still shivering.”
“Thanks…you know.”
“It's nothing…”
Pause.
“Look Marik, he's waking up…”
 
.: Third Person POV :.
…Isis' Apartment…
 
Bakura's eyes fluttered opened, blurry at first as he tried to adjust to his surroundings. “Nh…”
“Hey there kid… You ok now?” Marik piped up.
“I'm not a kid…” He muttered, turning to his side to curl up into a warm ball. He was still cold but where ever it was it felt warm, and fuzzy, and like…like home used to feel.
“Well you certainly look like one to me. How old are you?”
“How old? Well… um… twelve…I think… I don't remember…” Bakura's eyes closed again, his body feeling heavy and woozy.
“You don't remember? Ra… How can you not remember? Birthdays are great celebrations for kids and their parents” Isis joined in, checking Bakura's temperature again.
“I haven't had a birthday in years… Not since my parents died.” Bakura simply replied, not even realising what he was saying, neither recognising the unfamiliar voice to be of any suspicion. From what he could see, it was a female. She wore a long Egyptian styled dress, her long black hair tied in the same fashion on either side of her handsome face. The white cream fabric seemed to complement her tanned complexion perfectly. Bakura was particularly interested in the Jade scarab tiara she wore, to which he made a mental note to steal when she was off guard.
(A/N: I find Isis to be a pretty character, but more of a “handsome” one. Pretty tends to lead to the girly side and by using handsome instead, it shows a better worded image of her- or so I think anyways nn;)
“Oh I'm sorry- I didn't mean to bring back bad memories,” Isis apologised quickly.
“Nice going Isis,” Marik laughed, kneeling at Bakura's bed side, his face in front of Bakura's own, chin rested against the bed space, so that his own nose was millimetres [millimetres is from the metric units system. It's even less than inches] away from the other. “What are you doing out here, all alone? Don't you have a home?”
“Home…?” Bakura's eyes opened again, only to be met up by deep purple eyes that of Marik. “I don't have a home… I wanted to steal that warehouse of yours to make it into a home… But now I can't have it… It's hopeless…this is the end for me. The only home I have is the realm of darkness,”
“The Shadow Realm?” Marik enquired gently.
Bakura nodded and closed his eyes again.
“Why are you telling us all of this? Aren't you afraid?” Isis coaxed, sitting next to Marik.
“This is the end of me… I have nothing left for me to live for, to be afraid of. He defeated me- I owe him that much for defeating the Invisible Solitary.” Bakura murmured drifting off again.
The Invisible Solitary… Isis looked over at Marik with a worried expression. Both however had the same thoughts. The Invisible Solitary was the most famous thief in Japan of all time. It was the name given to him because he had never been found over the course of five years and still counting; Like as if he was invisible- there were never any witnesses. No one has even ever managed to have a glimpse of him. The gossip was that it was only one “super” person who conducted the crimes as never `too much' was ever taken. Even just a few hundreds or thousands of dollars from banks, then go off again. (A/N: I'm not sure about the Yen currency- like how to calculate it. And I'm too lazy to check xD) His main fancies seemingly were jewels, food, clothes, and precious museum artefacts- all materialistic things, no matter what they were. It was so absurd, which is what in reality made the Invisible Solitary so famous. The Invisible Solitary was not only a thief of countless robberies but a murderer, neither victims nor witnesses were ever found…and neither were their bodies. Could a young boy like him be the Invisible Solitary? But how could such innocence…?
 
“Are you playing around with us?” Marik managed to ask.
Bakura answered him in a sarcastic yet modest tone, “No… I am the `oh so famous' Invisible Solitary… No one has ever defeated me until today… You might as well kill me now before I gain any more energy back…” Almost creepily, he yawned and purred against the sheets.
“He has the Millennium Ring… he can bring forth the monsters and shadows into our world… Disappearing to one realm and then the next as he wishes, taking all witnesses, all evidence,” Isis breathed, hand reaching up around her neck, “Why hadn't my Necklace showed me this?!”
“Maybe because…it will end happily…Like it showed in the first place. And the future can always be changed Isis…you should know that.” Marik replied thoughtfully, slightly agitated at his sister's excessive want to always be right. His hand however showed a kinder side, reaching over to stroke Bakura's hair. Marik was mesmerised by the colour of Bakura's hair. It was such an enchanting colour, changing from tints of grey to silver and lavender and blue depending on the light.
This time Bakura didn't flinch, instead he invited the embrace as he was lulled into a deeper daze.
“Would you… like a home? Would you…like to live a normal life?”
“Marik!” Isis exclaimed, only to be hushed by said person.
“I would like nothing more than to have a home… To never be alone ever again…” Bakura exhaled, eyes opening once again drowsily to look at Marik.
“If you do not murder anymore nor send innocents to the Shadow Realm nor steal… If you let us help you control the Ring's control over you… If you store that shit loads of money you have for dying times of need… And if…only if… Would you like to join us or something? We're all orphans- It could work… We could pretend your parents died when you were only a baby and we took it upon ourselves to look after you as their dying wish- or some crap like that. It could work…” Marik trailed off.
“Perhaps even give most of the possessions back would be better…” Isis chimed, hitting Marik on the head for swearing, “I swear the Invisible Solitary was the one who stole our Anubis statue from the exhibition.”
“Controlling me?” Bakura mused. “Oh…yes…The Anubis statue is really nice- it's in my lair in the shadow realm.”
Isis. “…”
Marik laughed, falling slightly onto the floor.
“Um, well, the Ring is controlling you… Would you like us to help?” Isis replied.
“I have nothing left…” Bakura's eyes brimmed with tears once again.
“Start over…You'd like that wouldn't you, kid?” Marik smiled.
“Yes…” Tears ran down Bakura's cheeks, “I think I owe you my life…Old man,”
“…” Marik slapped his own forehead in slight exasperation before speaking again, “Call me Marik.”
“…Marik…” Bakura corrected himself smirking slightly, “Then don't call me kid. It's Bakura,”
“Bakura, eh? Hm…Perhaps, a better gift… Would be keeping this life of yours…and starting over, right?” Marik concluded.
“M-Maybe?” Bakura's lower lip trembled, shocked at the kindness showed towards him.
Marik smiled and touched Bakura's cheek. “Then start over… Things are shitty for me right now even- ouch!”
Marik was hit over the head again by Isis for swearing.
“…But I think we can work things out…” Marik continued, rubbing his head sheepishly.
Isis looked over at Marik with slight pride in her eyes. He was being considerate for once… An idiot considering all the trouble they would be in for even considering hiding Bakura…But considerate. But then again…was it for his money?
“Marik…” Isis frowned.
“It's not the money… And you know I can read your mind.” Marik chuckled holding his Millennium Item up before resting it back down again.
“A home…” Bakura pondered, smiling happily to himself as he drifted off to sleep again.
Isis tucked Bakura in and both Marik and she left the room. They were trusting in this absurd idea, of changing a killer for the better. Was it possible? Maybe in fairy tales and movies… But either way, Isis' Necklace reassured her. It had the ability to show images of the near future… And Marik was still happy… Only now he had a white haired boy next to him, laughing and smiling.
 
Isis looked over at Marik who grinned back at her. She had never seen her younger brother so happy and excited before. Exceptions however, go to the first time he was able to tie his shoe laces, tie other people's shoe laces, tie shoe laces to make other people trip over…But that is another story.
“Maybe things will turn out alright”, Isis thought. “Marik would be able to use his Rod and control minds if things get out of hand. Wipe out their memories if needed. Furthermore, he must have been reading Bakura's thoughts the whole time. It would have been idiocy for him to not have.”
“Of course I was, I'm not that dumb,” Marik retorted out loud, surprising Isis from her thoughts to which he chuckled at her surprise.
“Yes well, will you let me clean up that wound now?” Isis asked, gesturing to the deep fleshy wound on Marik's calf that he had received from Bakura's monster. “Bakura's in bed now, he's fine. Now will you let me have a look?”
Marik gave her a solemn stare, before glimpsing at the closed door where Bakura was currently sleeping.
“Look, I know you care a lot about him but you're going to have to clean up that wound or else it'll become infected,” Isis sighed in disbelief before getting an evil thought, “I'll get Malik to look after him OK? Is that better? Ra Marik… That's idiocy enough for leaving it that long unattended to. I could have done it earlier but no, you just had to sit there and wait for him to wake up didn't you? Of all things else you had to sit there and wait for him to wake up! Do you have any idea to how hard it is to wash blood out of carpet? Ra… I couldn't even do it there because you were afraid you'd squeal like a girl and wake him up when he wasn't ready to wake up. Seriously Marik, I know the wound is special because Bakura gave it to you but please, it's going to have to go sooner or later. And you don't squeal like a girl, you squeal like a boy going through puberty. I can't believe that you w-”
“Alright… Alright! Alright!” Marik gasped irritated, limping to the kitchen and sitting down on a chair, presenting her his wound. “Ra! You can talk woman!”
“Of course, it runs in the family. Now hold still.” Isis grinned and began cleaning up Marik's wound.
 
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u.u…Damn… -Sighs- It just seems so boring and lame and impossible TT.TTYeh yeh…I'm in a bipolarised state. Bloody number of words- It was going on to 6000 words (without author notes) so I had to split it. Blah. -Dies- I'll update as soon as I can and I promise yaoi in the next chapter. PROMISE ya hear? YAOI! WAHAHA!! -Cough- u.u So there will be two parts. The above was not an ending nn;;
And please review -Puppy eyes- Those of you whom have actually kept on reading this fic I swear I love you all -Group hugs, crying- TT.TT
 
(Bakura is currently locked up in a cage fuming. Coppélia is giggling hysterically, dangling the keys in front of Bakura just out of his reach. Bakura has given up.)
Bakura: u.u…
Coppélia: Gawahahahahah Gahahahaha!!
Ryou: Coppélia-chan…Can't you just let him go now. I think he's sad…-Whimpers- I miss my Bakura-sama…
Coppélia: Oh alright Ryou-chan. -Gives Ryou the keys- I'm bored anyways -Yawns-
(Ryou unlocks the cage and Bakura crawls out half dead)
Bakura: u.u…-Whimpers- I w-want m-my Ryooouu!!!! TT.TT
Ryou: Aww…poor pooky… -Cuddles Bakura-
Coppélia: P-Pooky?! WAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Ryou and Bakura: u.u…
Annie: Oi…That's a pet name I use too you know…-Looks wistful-
Coppélia: o.o……………………&# 8230;-blinks- WAHAHAHAHAH!!! That's too funny!! -Rolling around on the floor laughing-
Annie, Bakura and Ryou: -- . --…
Annie: Evil bitch…
(Coppélia keeps on laughing)
Annie: And to think that I actually liked your persona and character in the first place!
Coppélia: Hahaha- You Wh-what? O.O…You liked-
Annie: Never mind -pouts-
Coppélia: No, what did you just s-
Annie: Never mind! -Runs off-
(Bakura and Ryou look on blankly- o.o)
Coppélia: Gah! Come back here! -Chases after-
(Quiet… Bakura looks at Ryou. Ryou looks at Bakura)
Bakura: Shall we snog?
Ryou: Let's
(Both start snogging each other)
(Marik enters)
Marik: -Blinks-…RA! WAIT! Aren't I meant to be the one doing the muses seeing as it's my chapter? O.O…
(Marik sees Annie run past. Then sees Coppélia run past. Joins the chase)
Marik: WHY THE HELL DIDN'T I DEBUT TODAY?! -Starts cursing in fluent Egyptian-
Annie: WAHHH TT.TT… -Keeps running- Please review!
(Annie gets tackled by both Coppélia and Marik)
Annie: Wahhhh!!
(Annie is being choked by Marik and screamed in the ear by Coppélia)
Coppélia: What! What! What! What!?!?!?
Annie: Gah! To-be-continued-next-choke!-chapter-part-two! x.x