Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Pharaoh Bakura and Thief Atemu ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

Priestess: I updated twice in the same day, and I only had one review! I mean, it's on three (two of them very popular) sites, for the love of Ra! But apparently that last chapter did something...big thanks to Chibi Hakira (I wrote a Seto/Yami on Mediaminer.org, if you want to read it), InsanityBound, Millennium (Well, in my case, yes it's a prologue), Rowan Girl (I knew I could count on you!), and RainOwl.

Bakura: Why do you always have to make such a big, angsty, disturbing deal about my stinking dreadful troubled past? I know that my life sucks, all right? Why must you frequently go on and on about it? It bugs me!

Priestess: Big stinking deal!

Bakura: You are such a bitch!

Priestess: Big deal

Kaiba: Are there any pairings besides Bakura/Atemu? (Prays to self)

Priestess: Jou/Yugi and Honda/Otogi, but I'm focusing on neither due to disliking anybody out of my highly selective circle of seven usable characters

Mariku: Huh?

Priestess: First there was you and Isis, then I added Bakura, then Kaiba, then Mariku, then Atemu, then Ryou

Ryou: But you always make me go crazy!

Priestess: Not this time! Now if you don't mind, I have a new twist!

Atemu and Bakura: *Shudder*

Priestess: And Ishtars? You arrive!

Mariku: What? Why?

Priestess: Because I'm putting Malik with Ryou and you with Kaiba

Malik & Ryou & Kaiba & Mariku: Tell me you're kidding

Priestess: Nope!

Malik: Why are you even writing this fanfiction?

Priestess: Because I can!

***

Seto Kaiba sighed and rolled his eyes at all the laughter around him, his fingers still rapidly dancing across the keyboard. Why did Mokuba like this place so much? He had better things to do than take him here!

He sighed. I've finished all possible work for the next seven years. I am so pitiful. And he knew why, too. Ever since the Battle City Tournament, he had been having disturbing flashes from the past, and disturbing feelings about helping "Yugi" get rid of Mariku-despite the fact that he had sworn not to believe in this yami crap. The only thing to get his mind off these disturbances was to throw himself into work with a passion. Unfortunately, even the chief executive of the largest company in the world ran out of things to do eventually.

"Yes, he does, doesn't he?" a deep, alarmingly familiar voice murmured from behind.

He yelped, jumped up, turned to see three beautiful foreigners, and screamed.

***

This is so stupid, Bakura thought viciously. The only thing better about pacing in a park than a house is that there are no mirrors!

Will these voices never shut up? Wondered Bakura as he stomped through the park. You'd think me going through the entire city to find a place to escape from them would make them be quiet, but noooo. How does Bakura put up with them?

As they were pacing around, irritated by their own highly disturbing thoughts and-in Bakura's case-highly disturbing voices, they just happened (heh-heh-heh) to ram right into each other.

"Watch where you're going!!" they shouted in unison, before realizing who they were yelling at and staring in disbelief.

Bakura let out a huge groan, sprinted to the nearest tree, and slammed his/Bakura's head repeatedly against the trunk while shrieking, "Why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why me why-"

"Hey! That's my head you're smashing against a tree trunk!" shrieked Atemu indignantly.

"Oh yeah!" said Bakura brightly. He immediately started scraping at his/Atemu's arms, digging his nails into them and leaving red marks. A snarl crossed Atemu's lips and he jumped at him, pinning him to the ground by his arms and putting Bakura's weight against his own strong but slim figure.

Bakura snarled and lifted his/Atemu's knee sharply, hitting Atemu in the groin.

Atemu groaned jumped up, and Bakura jumped to his feet as well. Pushing Atemu's/his shoulders, he took the Pharaoh by surprise and he toppled over.

As Atemu tried to rise up, Bakura pushed him back down and dug his hands in his back pocket.

"What are you doing?!" Atemu shrieked, and jerked slightly as he realized Bakura had pulled a switchblade from his back pocket. "I knew I should have checked the pants before I left," he muttered, trying to undermine his fear.

Bakura inspected the blade critically, then decided to test it. He lifted the knife and sliced, then watched with apparent fascination as blood welled up and trickled freely over his arm. Except his arm was actually Atemu's arm.

With a growl, Atemu took advantage of Bakura's distraction. He grabbed the knife and tried to wrestle it from his hands, which resulted in both receiving several cuts-both shallow and deep-on their wrists and cheeks and fingertips.

"Stupid Pharaoh!" shouted Bakura, lifting one hand to wipe his/Atemu's bleeding upper lip.

"Heartless Tomb Robber!" yelled Atemu, not expecting Bakura's reaction.

His fist slammed up to strike Atemu's/Bakura's jaw so hard he fell backwards onto his butt. Not even seeming to notice, Bakura bellowed, "My name is Bakura! Not Tomb-Robber, not Soul-Stealer, not Thief, not Bastard or Liar or Miscreant! Bakura! BAKURA!!"

Beginning to rise, Atemu snarled, "I don't care if your name is Whiskers the Kitten Who Names Fruit! (A/N: I hate him) You're dead!"

He jumped at Bakura, and both yamis tumbled off the grassy hill they happened to be standing on.

They rolled down, hitting rocks and barely escaping a barrage of trees, but they didn't notice. Both fought like wild animals, biting, scraping, punching, kicking, cutting, doing everything they possibly could to inflict damage upon either body.

***

"W-W-What are you three doing here?" He squinted at Mariku, trying and failing to calm his pumping heart. "And weren't you dead?"

"Nah, I came back when Rishid died. I'm just here to see the Pharaoh and the Tomb-Robber beat the pulp out of each other. I bet that the Tomb-Robber one, Malik bet that the Pharaoh won, Isis said that we shouldn't gamble on people's lives before betting that neither won."

Kaiba scowled, aware that his heart was still thumping wildly. "That ancient Egyptian crap again? Listen, if you three superstitious Egyptian lunatics expect me to believe in that rubbish, I'll need proof!"

With a smirk, Mariku pointed over his head.

Kaiba turned and his jaw dropped at the sight of Yugi and Ryou tumbling down the hill, fighting like wild animals.

"You know what? I believe you!"

Bakura and Atemu landed with grunts and immediately jumped up, never ceasing their fight for a moment, shrieked insults and hard fists and ruby blood and the blood-stained knife flying everywhere.

Kaiba and the Ishtars watched as the switched yamis continued beating themselves and each other up. With a hiss of frustration, Bakura grabbed Atemu's/his body by the leg and flung him at the four viewers, who scattered.

"Watch where you're throwing, Pharaoh!" Mariku barked at Bakura.

"No, you idiot!" Malik snapped. "That isn't Atemu, it's Bakura." He nodded at Bakura, standing there in Atemu's body. He nodded to Atemu in Bakura's body on the ground. "And that's Atemu getting up and-jumping at Bakura. Ugh, that must hurt."

Kaiba and Mariku exchanged astounded glances and cracked up.

"What do you say we kill them?" suggested Bakura, clenching and unclenching his/Atemu's fists, a wild gleam in his eyes-which, by the way, happened to still be his own despite the body switch.

"For once, Tomb Robber, I'm in complete agreement with you," growled Atemu, his still-garnet eyes blazing with pure fury and hatred. "I take Kaiba, you take Mariku."

Mariku and Kaiba yelped.

***

"Um, what's going on?" inquired Yugi as he and his friends noticed Isis and Malik. Kaiba and Mariku were frantically running in circles, being chased by an apparently furious Atemu and Bakura.

"Hey Malik, Isis," said Jou cordially. "Good to see ya."

Malik...

What an exotic name, thought Ryou. The man's appearance was exotic as well. Lean and muscular, with a feline grace and wiry but powerful limbs that had the outlines of his veins visible on the tight skin. The skin was completely flawless, and the color of peanut butter. His lips were just the slightest shade different and seemed very soft. He his hair was limp but silky, the most unusual sun-bleached blonde. His most stunning feature was by far his eyes, large and clear and beautiful light purple with unusually dark eyelashes. He shook his head slightly. This was not the time to be admiring a total stranger.

"Hide me!" shrieked Mariku, sprinting behind Isis and bending slightly because he was trying to hide but was a couple inches taller than her.

"And me!" cried Kaiba, hiding behind Mariku and getting to his knees because he was also trying to hide but was three and a half inches shorter than him. Turning slightly, he shouted at Bakura and Atemu, "go back to trying to kill each other!"

"You have only until sunrise to switch back," said Isis quietly, causing Atemu and Bakura to stop in their tracks.

"Why?!" they chorused.

"Because this is the night the Kruelna stars shine in the sky."

Atemu seemed bewildered, but Bakura seemed shocked. Every time these stars had shone in the skies, something special had happened-Touzoku Ou and Atemu had met, Ryou had gotten the Millennium Ring, Yugi finished the Millennium Puzzle, Yami no Yugi and Yami no Bakura had met, blah-blah-blah. The Kruelna stars, by the way, were the souls of Kuru Eruna.

"The only way is if one of us dies," said Bakura, making Atemu gasp.

Then his eyes narrowed. "Fine with me."

"But there can't be any witnesses when you switch back," said Isis. "And both Yugi and Ryou have to be able to see the stars in the sky."

"How about we all go to Kaiba's house?" suggested Jou. "Then we can put bets on who wins!"

Everybody but Kaiba and the yamis (Mariku isn't a technical yami) murmured their assent, and Kaiba said, "I don't suppose I have any say in this?"

"Nope!" said Ryuuji brightly, and Kaiba sighed.

"Fine, let's go to my house."