Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Searching for your Soul ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Peggi-*dodges flying pickup truck* YES I KNOW I'M SO SORRY!!!!!! I know it's been so incredibly long since my last update, but please understand, a lot has been going on, and I'm working with starved-to-death plot bunnies here, so please forgive me and review, mk? Enjoy the second (finally) chapter!

CHAPTER TWO

It was another bright day in Domino city. It was finally summer vacation and everyone raced out of the school just as the bell rang.

Joey-Yo! Ryou, wait up!

Joey ran up to his white-haired friend and jumped in front of him.

Joey-Hey! What's the rush? We were gonna go down and get some pizza, you wanna come?

Ryou-Oh, no thanks, Joey. I have. . .things I have to do.

Yugi walked up to the two of them, or should I say, happily skipped up to them.

Yugi-Ryou, I understand that you want to get him back, but what you're doing won't help.

Ryou-I. . .I know, it's just that. . .I can't give up hope.

Yugi-I miss my Yami too, Ryou, but they're dead. Our Yami's are dead, and they aren't coming back. And I'm not so sure this witchcraft stuff is helping you keep your sweet innocent profile you've worked so hard on maintaining.

Ryou didn't want to hear it. None of it. If his friends wouldn't help him get his Yami back, then he'd do it on his own. He'd checked about 10 books from the library on witchcraft, several on raising the dead, and had been doing so much internet research he was sure his computer was going to break down. But it wasn't that his friends didn't want him to be happy. No, on the contrary. They were worried about him. Before Bakura's death, Ryou had been a straight A student, had never had any problems in school, you know, the typical things you'd expect of someone like Ryou. But since Bakura died, his grades had dropped to a low C, he was so tired from staying up `researching' that he was always falling asleep in class, he'd gotten into at least 5 fights that his friends could think of, and his general appearance had changed. Sometimes he wore the same clothes two days in a row, slept in them too.

The gang sighed when they realized they were being ignored. Ryou walked off, a bit frustrated that his friends were being so stubborn. Meanwhile, in Egypt, things were a bit hectic as well. . .

Marik awoke, covered in sweat, almost in tears. His Yami quirked an eyebrow and twirled the dagger he was holding between his fingers.

Malik-Another nightmare, my Hikari?

Marik-Yeah. . .another nightmare. . .

Malik-You know, you should really consider seeing someone about this. A psychiatrist, perhaps? Dr. Morgan seemed quite nice.

Malik snickered as his Hikari glared at him. Dr. Morgan had been assigned to Marik because he was `talking to himself' in school, which he had been attending for a couple of years now, and because he had `claimed to have multiple personalities', which Malik found more that just a little amusing. Both of them had changed a lot since battle city, two years ago. Marik had been attending school, had been interested in things other than ruining the life of the pharaoh, and had been not-so-secretly in love with Bakura. Malik had grown a bit attached to his Hikari, who was the only human who didn't treat him like he was a `freak', and therefore, Malik refused to harm him anymore. . .besides the occasional insult and teasing, but then again, who doesn't tease someone they care about at one point? Malik also had a small crush on Isis, but he didn't think anyone really knew. . .well, other than Marik, that is, but he would never say anything to Isis or anyone else about it.

Lately, Marik had been having nightmares. Well, actually it wasn't lately, it had been about a year now, that the nightmares began. Isis assured him that he just missed Bakura, but he wasn't so sure. All of the nightmares were pretty much the same:

He was in a dark room in a type of astral projection, Bakura was on his bed, and there was a dark figure in the room. Marik couldn't really tell who it was, but whoever it was, was terrifying Bakura. Bakura would begin crying, and then the figure would move towards the bed and pin Bakura down. At this point, Marik could see that both of them were completely naked, and that the figure was raping Bakura. Then, the figure would leave the room, and Bakura would just lay there, on the bed. He was dead. Then, just before he would wake up, Marik would see those eyes. . .cold blue eyes filled with so much hatred. They were so evil, they would actually frighten Marik.

And that was his dream. Always the same. He kept trying to tell himself that his sister was right, that he only missed Bakura, and so his mind was tricking him into worrying about the Yami so that he would go back to Japan. Marik walked to the dresser and picked up the piece of paper.

Malik-Only two more days, Hikari.

Marik-Yeah. As soon as I get there, I can prove to myself that Isis is right. I mean, Ryou would have called me if something bad had happened. . .wouldn't he?

Malik-Yeah. And if something happened to both of them, Yami or Yugi would call you. Now go back to sleep or fix me something to eat. No, better yet, I take those options back. Your only options are to cook me Ramen or steak.

Marik-you can't have those things for breakfast, Malik.

Malik glared at his Hikari and Marik giggled a bit.

Marik-Ramen, it is.

Marik put the plane ticket back on the dresser. Only two more days and he would go to Domino City, Japan, and prove to himself once and for all that Bakura was completely fine.