Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Missing ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )

Missing - 9

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DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. I'm simply obsessed with it. Don't sue me, because I'm broke. /end boring legal junk

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I apparently write Yu-Gi-Oh fic now. It's my newest obsession/weakness/whatever you may call it. I swear I'm 12. I think I lost 8 years in there somewhere. That's what I get from watching anime. This story was written for my best friend, who challenged me to write her a fic using certain people and a certain plot and well. Blame her. It's all Kris' fault.

SUMMARY: Feel sorry for the Dark Magician. Trust me. Although is this the end of porny!Yugi?

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"So…" Bakura said, fighting a strange urge to bury his nose in Yugi's hair. The spirit idly wondered if Yugi's hair was a soft as it looked before fighting the urge back. Pharaoh would surely kill him if Yugi ever revealed *that*. And Bakura did have some sense of self-preservation.

"I want Yami," Yugi said, sounding very young.

"Yeah, well he isn't here, kid."

"Want Yami." Now Yugi was in a full pout, lower lip trembling as if he was about to cry.

"Come on, you're too old to need a nap!" Bakura sighed. "I had to get stuck with the one most closely resembling a four-year-old."

"HEY!" Yugi shouted. "I DO NOT RESEMBLE A FOUR-YEAR OLD!"

"You did just now."

"I did not!"

"Yes, you did."

"And how would you know? You hate kids! And you haven't been one for a very long time!"

Bakura had no answer for that, deciding a simple, "you still acted like you were four" would have to do. Yugi did have a point. Other than… no, not going there.

"Dark Magician, did I look four a few minutes ago?" Yugi turned to the magician, seeking confirmation that he was, in fact, older than four. The mage shook his head, wanting to keep his Master's approval and nearly losing his grip on the staff in his left hand in the process. Yugi's eyes lit up when they saw the blue object and the Dark Magician inwardly groaned. Although maybe that wouldn't be so bad… keep the kid distracted with the *staff*…

"Anyone home?" Bakura asked, reaching out one arm to poke the Dark Magician, who was still happily daydreaming about distracted hikaris and peaceful Magicians. Blinking, the monster looked back at the spirit and nodded. "Okay, do you have any idea where the fuck we are?"

"You asked him that already," Yugi reminded Bakura. "I don't think the answer will be any different now."

"No, I didn't ask him if he knew where we were. I asked him how he *got* here."

"Oh."

"So shut up and let me do the talking."

"You really are evil."

"I told you that already, Yugi. Don't you listen to your elders? I thought that was something you were taught nowadays. Respect!"

"Yeah, well, you don't LOOK older than me. Therefore, I don't respect you." Yugi nodded emphatically, nearly causing Bakura to lose his grip.

"For a shrimp, you're squirmy."

"Squirmy?" Yugi raised an eyebrow. "Where did you learn your English?"

"Same place Ryou did. Why?"

"No reason." Yugi looked incredibly amused. "I've never heard anyone talk the way you two do."

"Is that an insult, Moutu?"

"Take it any way you want it."

The soft sound of a snicker broke up their argument and the two boys looked over at the now-blushing Dark Magician.

"He laughed."

"He was mean."

The Dark Magician gave Bakura a "you wouldn't DARE" look, to which Bakura laughed. Evilly, this time and the Dark Magician was suddenly *very* afraid.

"Don't look at me like that, Magician. I still can let him go."

"Yes!" Yugi cried, hands reaching out to the Dark Magician, widening his eyes into the dreaded chibi eyes.

Bakura shook his head frantically. "DON'T LOOK… You looked."

Yugi smiled smugly from the expanse of his favorite card's arms. "Baka tomb robber. HE likes me."

"Baka magician," Bakura corrected, grinning evilly and sitting back to watch the show he knew was about to start. "Now *you* can deal with him," he said to the card. "And this time I'm not helping you."

"I already looked at his armor…" Yugi wiggled until he slid down the magician's body and stood before the man, looking appraisingly up and down before his gaze settled on one particular thing. "…but I didn't look at his staff."

The Dark Magician blanched.

"Can I touch it? Oh, it is as hard as it looks! What else can you use it for? Wait, why am I asking you? You can't talk. Although you did snicker at us earlier…"

Bakura and Dark Magician exchanged glances.

Yugi continued exploring the staff, keeping up a random running commentary as he did so. "But… ooooooooh, I like this part of it. All ridged and it feels really nice. I want to keep this. You think he'll let me?" the last comment was directed at Bakura who only shrugged. "Yami'll let me. He likes the Dark Magician almost as much as I do!"

The Dark Magician blinked at that, distracted momentarily and almost allowing Yugi to take the staff.

"Mean Magician! I just want to hold it! It's all hard and ridgy!"

"And he asks where I learned my English," Bakura muttered under his breath.

"Please?" The chibi eyes were back in full force, but this time the mage wasn't falling for them. Dark Magician shook his head, trying to pull his staff out of Yugi's grip. The boy only held on tighter and a tug-of-war ensued. A flash of light - followed by a thud that was apparently Bakura falling over - distracted them and the Dark Magician sneakily shot a spark of magic at Yugi, causing him to glare at the mage before turning to the source of the light.

"MARIK?"