Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Fallen Angel, Risen Demon ❯ Sugar High ( Chapter 6 )

Priestess: That was this story's longest chapter, which I personally find humiliating. Due to the extensive (and likely dull) page-long author's note from before, I feel it fit to simply get on with the story.

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Yugi tried again to shake his yami awake, as he had been trying every ten minutes for the past hour. Atemu's reply was the same-unintelligible mutters. But this time he said something which could be roughly translated as, "I un wunnu way um." Which probably was "I don't wunnu wake up."

"But, Mou Hitori-um...Atemu...it's already nine:thirty!"

Yugi gasped as he hit the ground a few feet away and Atemu's blankets landed on him. Atemu dressed in a flash and whizzed out.

Sugaroku jumped back-tightly gripping the bowl of Frosted Flakes-as a ruby-eyed whirlwind of white and black crowned with red, black, and yellow zipped past him.

"Yugi, was that Atemu?" Yugi nodded sheepishly, and Sugaroku nodded. "I thought so. Shame he didn't stop to eat."

"Oh, he hasn't trusted 'human' stuff since he got on sugar high last year."

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Atemu (who had dressed and reached Kaiba's mansion in a grand total of twelve minutes) had on a black cloak and black, sleeveless shirt tucked into tight black jeans. His belt, collar, and wristbands were made of black leather with bright silver buckles. He also had black leather boots and had polished the Millennium Puzzle. Overall, he looked much more like himself than he had two days ago.

He rang the doorbell, but instead of the usual 'ding-dong' there was a very distinct 'quack!'

It seemed Mokuba had been tampering with the doorbell. That had to be very irritating. With a quiet, "heh, heh", he rang the bell repeatedly.

Atemu heard Kaiba shout, "Somebody answer the stinking thing and disconnect that stupid fucking quacking! Mariku, put that down! I have less than eighty-six million bucks on that platinum card! That's not soda, it's baking soda!!"

Atemu burst out laughing.

"Hey, Pharaoh," said Malik amiably after answering the door and waiting for Atemu to stop laughing, without a touch of the vengeful teen he had been three years before. "You're thirty-eight minutes early. Why did you keep ringing the doorbell? To bug Kaiba?"

"Now what kind of living human would do that?" replied Atemu with laughably false innocence, wondering what kind of human wouldn't. Maybe Ryou. Maybe...

But Malik beamed and replied, "Me."

"Oh. Well, I saw Bakura again."

Malik looked very happy for a person who had been insulted and/or bullied by said spirit on an almost hourly basis when he, Isis, and Rishid visited Japan over a year ago.

Just then, crashes and shouting were heard from behind Malik.

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"Cut that out!" yelled Kaiba as Mariku (who had drunk six pints of the finest wine and four quarts of Diet Pepsi) sprinted around thrusting anything containing stimulants into his mouth while Isis surveyed this mildly.

"Isis threw out all our sugar and caffeine when Mariku got sugar high and ran down the street wearing her bra," explained Malik as they entered the kitchen. "He used the Millennium Rod to get her a new one, but when people thought he was threatening the lingerie guy he got arrested. Then he burned the penitentiary."

Atemu chuckled appreciatively, trying to imagine the ever-so-masculine Mariku sugar high in Isis's bra.

During this explaining, Mariku chugged one of the huge plastic bottles filled with soda-entirely filled, since Kaiba was against caffeinated beverages and Mokuba used to have all that Diet Pepsi until Mariku gulped it.

Running his tongue over the rim of the bottle, he flung it away with a contented smirk.

Then he lunged for a plate with a delicious-looking cake on it.

"Oh no you don't!" Kaiba cried, lunging forward. He grabbed the other end of the plate. They struggled, in a tug-of-war as well as a glaring contest. Then Mariku let go and it flipped over, hitting Kaiba on the face.

Atemu cracked up at the sight of Kaiba dripping with smushed icing, cake, and whipped cream while Mariku grabbed a plate of tiny scrumptious cakes.

"Hey Pharaoh, want some?" Mariku offered, waving the plate under the spirit's nose.

"No, I don't trust hum-well, maybe one..."

He reached for the cakes and the plate turned gold. Mariku shrieked and dropped the plate, sucking his burnt fingers as the cakes burst into flame.

Out of the corner of his eye, Atemu saw Malik sprinting out.

"Fire!" shouted Mariku, panicking. "I need water! Water! Water! Wat-"

The shouting was replaced by deathly silence, murder and anxiety heavy in the air.

Malik had sprinted back in and dumped a bucket of water right on Mariku's thick head.

It was a long, excruciating wait before Mariku spoke-or more accurately snarled.

"Oh, you're dead now."

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To make a long story real short, Mariku chased Malik to the park. Taking advantage of his yami's disoriented state, he managed to ditch him and hurry back to Kaiba mansion-locking the door behind him, of course.

Gasping hard, his lip slit and a bruise rising on his temple, Malik pressed his full weight against the door. "Let's skip the meeting at the park and have it here, shall we?"

Atemu jumped to his feet (Isis and Atemu had been sitting and waiting while Kaiba washed off the cake and Kisara cleaned up the kitchen, since Kaiba had given all his workers a vacation in case Mariku scared them off) and cried, "but Bakura's going to be there!"

Kaiba looked stunned, Kisara bemused, and Isis as if he hadn't heard. Malik moaned and beat his head against the wall.

***

Mariku's caffeine-and-sugar frenzy had worn off, but he remained drunk.

Due to this, he was sitting on the grass hugging his knees to his chest, wailing and hiccupping. "Nobody"-hic-"likes me!"

A gruff voice, familiar though his drunken mind couldn't place it, said, "I'd have to agree with that."

The weepiness ended immediately, and Mariku jumped to his feet while brandishing the unsheathed Millennium Rod. "Fuck you!" he screamed at the unfamiliar white-robed figure whose face was hidden by a light, light blue fabric draping his shoulders and twined around his head. Unfamiliar sky blue eyes, his only feature not in shadow, scrutinized him with something like amusement.

"Didn't the Pharaoh get rid of you?"

For a moment, Mariku was stumped. Then his face twisted. "I'm just going to kill you now."

"And I used to wonder if you were a natural blonde...don't you know?"

Mariku scowled. "Know what? And of course I'm a natural blonde!"

"You can't kill somebody...who's already dead."

The clear blue eyes, once chocolate brown, were shining as pale hands untied the fabric and discarded it. White hair fell over the man's shoulders, and Mariku gasped.