Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Missing ❯ Chapter 10 ( Chapter 10 )

Missing - 10

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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: Now Ryou and Malik know why Yugi runs like hell when Yami gets mad…

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"WHERE IS HE?"

Anywhere but the Bakura household was starting to look like a really good place right about now, Ryou decided. When faced with a furious Yami Yugi, the best thing to do would be to run like hell. Unfortunately, Malik didn't have that option as the full force of said fury was turned on him.

"In the Rod!"

"GET HIM OUT. NOW."

"I can't! He won't come!"

"Then go in after him." Yami's voice was cold enough to freeze an ocean. Ryou shivered and hid behind Kaiba while Joey was hid behind the couch.

"I can't, Yami," Malik said, trying vainly to remove Yami's hands from around his neck where they seemed to be permanently welded. "It doesn't work like that. I can't get him out if he doesn't want to come."

"Yami, stop," Kaiba finally broke in, reaching over and pulling the former Pharaoh's hands away, earning himself a fierce glare that he ignored. "Strangling Malik will get you nowhere. We still need him."

Yami swore colorfully in Ancient Egyptian.

"You picked that up from Bakura." Ryou accused, glaring at Yami. "And what you just told Malik to do is a physical impossibility."

"I'll make it possible," Yami muttered.

"Wait, how did you understand that?" Joey got out from behind the couch and looked at Ryou, confused. "You learning new languages on us?"

"The link Bakura and I have works both ways, Joey," explained Ryou. Seeing the blond's confused look, he continued, "Bakura picked up English and Japanese from me, and I picked up the ancient languages from him."

"So how did Yami learn it?"

Ryou shrugged. "Must have been a leak in the link when he got stuck in the Puzzle. I can't see him sitting down to teach Yami Egyptian!"

"He didn't."

"Still confused." Joey blinked, shaking his head.

"I'll explain it to you later, puppy," Kaiba said, grabbing one of Yami's hands as it appeared to inch towards Malik's throat again. "Down, Pharaoh. No killing the hikaris."

"That one doesn't count!" Yami glared at Malik, who `eeped' and hid behind Ryou. Joey looked at Kaiba, mentally urging the taller boy to somehow fix this mess. Kaiba thought for a second before he grinned almost demonically.

"You touch him again and I'll sing."

"You will not."

"I swear to whatever deity you believe in that I will."

"You. Will. Not! Now hand him over!" Yami reached for Malik's neck again and managed to catch one strand of blond hair before Ryou managed to pry Yami's fingers away and shove the spirit back. "I will get you, Ryou Bakura."

"I warned you," Kaiba said, matching Yami glare for glare and giving Ryou the opportunity to shove Malik into the closet behind him, quickly engaging the lock.

"You will not sing, Seto Kaiba." Yami smiled triumphantly. "You won't embarrass yourself like that in public. Not in front of us."

"No, Yami!" Joey exclaimed, collapsing in a heap on the couch. "Don't challenge…"

But it was too late.

"Is that a challenge I hear?" Kaiba asked, smiling back smugly, causing Yami's own smile to falter. "You really should know better than that, Yami. If I win, you don't kill Malik."

"Where IS Malik?" Joey wondered, wincing as Ryou threw a pillow at him to keep him quiet, hitting him in the ribs. "What?"

Yami ignored the other two boys, focusing his attention solely on Kaiba. "And if I win… win whatever game we're playing. What do I get?"

Kaiba pondered that. "Until I think of a better prize, I'll give you one of my Blue Eyes White Dragons."

"But you gave Yugi…"

"Yeah, well I like Yugi better than I like you. He gets to see my dragons for free."

"That came out WRONG, Seto," Ryou called, causing the CEO to flush and glare at the white-haired boy.

"Get you mind out of the gutter, Ryou," he returned. "You know what I meant. I swear, you're spending far too much time with your Yami."

"So you just like Yugi then?"

"Ryou, give it up!"

Yami's eyes flashed with some emotion for a brief moment while the two boys bickered before returning to normal. "Done then," he said, drawing Kaiba's attention back to the matters at hand. "Now, what exactly are we doing?"

"You challenged me."

"And?"

But Kaiba wasn't giving any more information, simply disappearing into the kitchen.

"I tried to warn you…" Joey sighed and rubbed his sore ribs. "Now you've done it."

"Done what?" Yami blinked, confused.

Ryou abandoned his post at the closet door to sit beside Joey on the couch. "I think I should sit down for this."

"Good idea. This ain't gonna be pretty."

"What's going ON?" Yami stomped one foot on the ground. "I order you to tell me!"

Joey just pointed at the other boy, who had re-entered the living room with a glass of water in hand. "Watch."

Kaiba stood in the middle of the living room, smirked at Yami, took a deep breath, and began.

`I LOVE YOU, YOU LOVE ME, WE'RE A HAPPY FAMILY…"

"STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Yami's scream of terror could be heard in the Shadow Realm. "Now I want to gouge my eyes out. Seto Kaiba, you are *never* allowed to sing again!"

"So I win then." Kaiba smiled smugly. Ryou was hit with a sudden urge to remove the smile from Kaiba's face. "You can't touch Malik."

"Damnit. Baka CEO."

"Baka Pharaoh. Where *is* Malik?"

Ryou went over to the closet and opened the door. "Right here."

"Coming out of the closet on us?" Joey teased, growling when Kaiba smacked him across the back of the head. "What was that for?"

"Baka puppy."

"Ryou," Malik whined, "why did you lock me in the closet? The things I heard in there…"

"Like what?" Ryou asked.

"Yamis are evil," was all Malik would say. "I think I'm scarred for life now."

"What did you hear?" demanded Yami. "You talked to your other half. Where is he!"

"In the Rod."

"And will he come out?"

Malik's eyes faded as he mentally checked with his Yami. Eyes clearing, Malik said, "No, he says he's happy in the Rod."

"The happy Millennium Rod? Why am I getting bad thoughts?" Ryou was pelted with pillows for that comment and he shook his head. "Everyone's a critic."

"Yami?" Malik said, sounding confused.

"Yes?"

"My Yami says that the Dark Magician turns pretty shades of purple when embarrassed."

Yami frowned. "How the hell would he know that?"