Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Mary-Sue Invasion ❯ Thieves in a Storm ( Chapter 9 )

Well, here it is, finally. *pokes the chapter* But it's crappy. -_- Quite long though, at least when we're talking about my chapters. I actually had to cut this in two… Anyway, here you are. A long, crappy chapter… enjoy. ^^

I'm in no mood to do the disclaimer, so if someone absolutely wants to read it, do it in the previous chapter. … Except that I forgot to do it there… ^^; Well, do it in the first chapter, then.

One final note: I did proofread this, but I was… kind of asleep then, so… sorry. ^^;

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Chapter 9: Thieves in a Storm

Seto watched after the ambulance with his trademark smirk as it drove away lights flashing.

"So." The smirk turned into a smile as he glanced at his little brother who was standing beside him. "We got rid of her."

Mokuba looked a little disappointed. "She didn't die, niisama. What if she'll be back? And anyway, falling down stairs would be such a boring way to die."

Seto sighed. "Stop whining, Mokuba. And don't talk anymore about dying anymore - you're starting to scare my employees."

Mokuba echoed his brother's sigh.

"Excuse me, Kaiba-san…"

"What?" Seto turned to look at one of is guards who approached him hesitantly.

"We have arrested a group of teenagers who tried to break into the company. What do you want us to do with them?"

Seto snorted while Mokuba started to glance around frantically. "Whatever you want to, I can't say that I care… what now, Mokuba?" he asked a little irritatedly as Mokuba started to tug his sleeve.

"Niisama… Yuugi and others are nowhere around. Do you think that…"

Seto groaned. "On second thought - I'll take care of them."

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So.

He stopped in a street corner, trying to look as nonchalant as he could, as if he were just… just… okay, so he couldn't come up with a good explanation of why he would be standing there, keenly observing the house that was a little ahead on the street, but so what. It wasn't anyone's business, anyway.

All I have to do is to get in there, grasp the bracelet, and get out. No big deal.

No big deal. He twitched a little. A couple of kids walked by, giving him a weird look, but he dignifiedly ignored them as he continued staring at the house.

An old wooden house, one of the few there were still left in Domino. He could easily understand that Malik and Isis didn't want to live in an apartment house, given all the… weird noises that might disturb the neighbors at odd hours. The neighborhood wasn't the most pleasant one either, but… after all, that as well was quite understandable.

These thoughts didn't really help him feel any better about this mission.

I wonder how some great thieves would deal with this situation. Like… well, Robin Hood, or… or…someone.

Robin Hood. He liked that idea. He was like Robin, stealing for his beloved Marian… except that Robin stole from the rich for the poor, or how was it? Never mind. He could always improvise a little, make his own version of Robin Hood's story. Besides, he didn't want to go to live in a forest… oh damn.

With a twinge of panic he glanced around for a place to hide as the front door of the house was flung open. Sadly, there were no hiding places around, and trying to look like he was only on a perfectly innocent walk he turned his back to the house and started to walk away. After a while he heard a car starting behind himself and glanced carefully over his shoulder to see a small red car driving away. Isis's car. Great. Finally he was having a little luck.

He approached the house again and sneaked to the backyard. Good, good. There was a back door. Which was locked. Glaring accusingly at the offending door, he backed away a little, thinking. Now, dices were good for many a thing, but he didn't really believe that it was possible to pick locks with them…

Observing the house he suddenly noticed a small window in the basement that was open. Well, if that was the only way in… with a determined look he started to squeeze in through it.

It wasn't as easy as it had looked like. First his jacket got stuck into something, and once he after a lot of tugging finally got it free, he suddenly realized that it would have been smarter to get in feet first. By then it was already a little too late, and he ended up falling down head first, hitting his head against the floor and scattering some empty bottles in the process.

Damn.

After he had gathered himself back to his now a little shaky legs, he glanced carefully around. Everything was dark, and quiet too, maybe no one had heard the noise he had made. Even better, maybe no one was home.

But it was dark. A little light was coming in through the window, but that didn't do much to illuminate the room. After hitting his toe a few times at various unidentified objects, he finally came to the door and to the switch. Which didn't work. With a sigh he pushed silently the door open and glanced out. Stairs leading upwards started right behind the door, as dark as the room. He was just about to start climbing them up when a loud rumble made him to jump a little. For a split second a bright light flashed behind his back, then everything fell into darkness again. This time, though, the silence was broken by hard pounding of rain.

Trying to make his heart calm down as he stood back against the wall he glanced behind at the window.

That's weird… the sky was totally cloudless just a moment ago, and this isn't even the rainy season.

Another lightning illuminated the room for a moment, just long enough to for him to see that it was obviously used only as some kind of a storeroom. The room was full of all kinds of cardboard boxes. A big chest on the other side of the room had caught his attention, and he started to walk carefully towards it. This time he managed not to stumble over anything, and as he reached the chest he bent down to open it. It wasn't even locked. He had just placed his hands on the chest as a lightning stroke again, and in it's light he could read the big red capital letters on the chest.

Yami no Malik's stuff. Do not touch.

In a moment he was back at the door, heading towards the stairs again. That chest really didn't need any lock.

He climbed as quickly and quietly as he could up the stairs. The whole house appeared to be dark, so maybe all inhabitants really had left away. For a moment he considered turning the lights on, but decided then not to. He didn't know how long they were planning to stay away, and if they would return to see that the lights were on… yes, that might cause some problems.

But he really would have appreciated some kind of a source of light… Right on cue a lightning flashed outside and threw shadows on the walls for a brief moment, and he couldn't help flinching a little. A little more permanent source of light, maybe…

He opened cautiously a door and peeked into what seemed to be a kitchen. Quite unlikely place to hide a magical item… although, who knew with these lunatics. Anyway, he turned his back to the kitchen and wandered on into the living room. A living room, which had something that looked like a candle and matches on a table. Wonderful.

In the candle's flickering light he took a look around. The living room was pretty normal, keeping in mind who lived there. There was a table, some Egyptian-looking items on it, few armchairs, a bookshelf, and a couple of cupboards. Unfortunately, nowhere there were any signs of enchanted bracelets.

He opened another door and looked inside. A bedroom, most likely Isis's. His eyes stopped on few closets, and after he placed the candle on a dressing table he went to examine them… only to find nothing else but women's cloths. As the cloths turned to underclothes he gave up and turned his attention to the table's drawers. There he did found jewels, most of them probably quite expensive, but none of them would please his beloved. With a sigh he shut the drawers and left the room, cursing quietly as some of the candle's hot wax dropped on his hand.

There was another room just beside Isis's bedroom, and he entered it in its turn. A lot of stuff - clothes, books, knives, half-eaten apples etc - was lying around on the floor. There was a desk, a cupboard, a bed, and… someone lying on the bed.

For a moment he froze and started then to tiptoe away, but just then a particularly bright lightning stroke down just beyond the room's window, blinding him for a moment, and being followed by the loudest rumble he had ever heard.

As the figure on the bed jumped up he blew quickly out his candle. Don't look here, don't look here… he chanted in his mind closing his eyes tightly, as the fair-headed boy on the bed ran fingers through his hair and glanced confusedly at the window giving an enormous yawn.

"What a weather…" Malik lay back down on his bed with a small stretch. Otogi opened his eyes slightly, and saw that the other boy was again lying quietly on his bed, almost asleep. He took a small step backwards. He wasn't that far from the door, it wouldn't take him long to slip out of this room, and wait till the other boy would surely be asleep. Then he could…

"No."

He froze again, looking frantically at Malik, but the blond boy was still lying on his bed eyes closed.

"I said no, yami. No, we're not going out. I don't care how much you enjoy thunderstorms, but… Oh, be quiet and let me sleep!"

Silence took over again, and Otogi almost started to breath again, but just then Malik rolled over on the bed.

"Shut up… I'm not going anywhere… but you can't take control, can you? Yeah, sucks to be you… what? Don't be silly, we both know you won't be doing anything like that… let me sleep already?" he curled up into a ball, hugging his pillow. "Okay, okay, I'll take you to the park tomorrow, we can scare people or something but… no, we won't kill anyone, but… scare them… or… something…"

His voice died away and he began to breath more peacefully. "Yeah… what ever you want…" he muttered, before falling asleep again.

Otogi left out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Finally. He tiptoed carefully to the desk and opened its drawers, all the time glancing nervously at the sleeping boy. No bracelets. No bracelets anywhere in the room. With an irritated glance at Malik he left the room and sat in an armchair in the living room to think.

He hadn't searched Rishid's room yet, but he didn't believe that the bracelet would be there. He'd imagine that Malik would want to keep it as close by himself as possible. The blond boy - or at least his psychotic other self - was so paranoid that he'd keep something that important in some certain place and wouldn't trust it with anyone else. Yes, now that he thought about it, it was quite probable that it was Yami no Malik who was most interested about the bracelet of all the Ishtars.

Suddenly, as if a lightning of knowledge had flashed in his mind, he remembered something.

Yami no Malik's stuff. Do not touch.

"That's it!" he shouted and jumped up, clasping then a hand on his mouth. Luckily it seemed that Malik was quite a sound sleeper.

He rushed quickly back to the cellar and the chest. He placed the candle on the floor beside the chest and stared hesitantly at the red letters.

Do I really want to do this?

This question had barely entered his mind when he remembered Azura's soft blue eyes, and the way they would shine as he'd return to her with the bracelet… Before he had had time to think about it more closely he had opened the chest - and, once again, closed his eyes tightly.

I might want to do this, but I really don't want to see what's in there. Hesitantly he reached forward with his hands. There was some rough cloth in the chest, nothing dangerous in that… something that seemed to be some kind of a weapon - actually, with closer inspection, there were many weapons… and a small pot. He opened it, still not looking, and put his hand into it… into something… soft and a little wet, jelly-like stuff… He couldn't help shuddering a little and drew his hand back quickly. Who knows what that stuff was. Suddenly he remembered that Azura had told him Felicia was dead… and it wasn't difficult to figure out who had killed her. What if… after all, he did know that Yami Malik had a fetish for all kinds of… body parts… soft, jelly-like… Suddenly he had to fight hard not throw up right then and there. Once he had regained his composure he continued his search, and after some more fumbling his hand met something hard in the chest. Something round… He grasped it tightly and raised it in the front of his eyes.

"Yes!"

Grasping the bracelet he rushed to the small window, almost diving out through it. And landing - once again - head first on the wet grass. Ignoring the bump that was forming on his head he stared at the house in triumph.

I got it! Take that! Hah! Who's the Thief King here?

He looked down at the bracelet in his hands - and at the red stuff that covered his other hand. He began to wipe it away quickly but stopped soon and looked at his hand more carefully. Red, thick and sticky stuff that smelled - he raised the hand to his nose - quite sweet. A little like… strawberries? Strawberry jelly? He blinked at the house in confusion and licked his hand to confirm it.

Strawberry jelly in a chest in a cellar? I knew he's weird. Anyway, time to be going.

Taking a few dance steps and humming softly Dancing in the Rain he began his way towards his cherished one.

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Somewhere not so far away a white-haired boy was staring at a shop window with a scowl. Actually, to be exact, he was staring at his reflection in the said window, and he didn't like what he saw. Not that he were vain or anything, definitely not, but he still kind of liked his hair - those wild, untamed spikes of white hair gave the impression of something… well, wild and untamed, at least they were supposed to do so. Right now, as he stood in the rainstorm, the said spikes stuck neatly to his head and neck, making him look like a wet dog.

/I look ridiculous./

A mental sigh was heard somewhere in the back of his mind.

/If you say so, yami. But could you start moving again? If you keep on standing in this rain, I'll get sick. - And before you tell me you don't care about that, I might point out that unless you want to control my sick body, you'll be kept as a prisoner until I get better. Which usually takes quite long, remember?/

Bakura flinched a little. Not caring to answer his host, he continued his way giving one last scowl at his reflection.

/This shouldn't take long anymore, right? I mean... they seem to be somewhere near, and… Hey, yami, how do you know that the Ring is guiding us to the Pearlies and not to some other Millennium Item? I mean I'm not even sure those things they have are real Items, and…/

/Be quiet already!/ Bakura snarled in his mind. /The Ring does what I tell it to do - and so do you,/ he added as he realized that Ryou was going to object something. With another sigh his host fell silent.

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Somewhere not so far away a black-haired girl was staring at a shop window with a scowl.

/I really don't like rain./

/Then there are two of us… but it isn't so bad, is it? Look. Do you see how prettily it makes our hair frame our face? And luckily the mascara is waterproof, so it's not that bad, yami./

Black Pearl snorted. /The mascara might be waterproof, but that can't really be said about this eyeliner you're using. Why do you always have to buy the cheapest they have?!/

/…Because… it's the cheapest?/

A sigh. /You're impossible…/

Someone laughed in the back of her head. /Maybe. But let's cont…/

Black Pearl stiffened suddenly. /It's moving./

/Cont… continue… what?!/

The girl in the rain placed her hand on the hilt of a dagger she carried on her belt, closed her eyes tilting her head up a little, and let the rain wash her face. /The Bracelet is moving, I can feel it… Not very fast, but still… But it is close./

/Oh my./ Pearl sounded quite worried. /Do you think that Azura has it?/

Her yami shook her head. /No. She's not close by… or at least, her Item is not, and I doubt she would have left it./

/Good,/ Pearl breathed in relief. /Then there's no problem. Let's go and get it!/

Black Pearl nodded and ran into the rain.

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So… I decided to cut it off here. ^^ I'm not sure if that was the best place, but… *shrugs* Anyway, I honestly will try to get the next chapter ready sooner. Although I don't think I'll promise anything… ^^;; Anyway, this time I have a part of it already written, so maybe there's some hope.

Thanks for reading this! ^^