Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Tomb-Scape ❯ Ouch ( Chapter 3 )

Mokuba: Last time on Tomb-Scape

Marik and the spiritually projected Yami watch as Ishizu, Yugi and Malik fall through a sudden opening.

Equilla; now onwards with it all

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"Ishizu! Yugi! Are you two ok down there?” Marik called looking down into the hole on his hands and knees as some of the others that had also come over from the outcry tried to see down using their torches.

“We are fine,” Ishizu replied up unseen, “Just a little shaken is all.”
“Is it safe to come down?” asked an eager fluffy haired male.

“Set lighting up down here before getting too many people down here, and make sure we have a way out first,” Ishizu instructed in reply.

“Do you think this is the chamber mentioned in Yami's tomb?” Yugi asked piping up for the first time since he had fallen down.

“ I can not be sure yet,” Ishizu replied waiting for them to be given a way out of the room, or at least a more decent light source.

`Are you ok Yugi?' Yami asked via his mind link still worried for his small friend.

`I'm fine,' Yugi replied, `Malik keeps muttering on though.'

`Malik please stop complaining,' Marik replied to his dark's grumbles, `I didn't call out for you as I knew you couldn't have been hurt, also I would have looked crazy if I had.'

Malik just muttered in return cursing Marik under his breath to which the boy sighed.

After awhile they had managed to get a ladder down into the hidden chamber along with a number of torches and electric lanterns to help light the area properly.

“I can't even imagine how straining it must have been on the workers eyes to build this room,” one of the archaeologists, “there is no way that they would have been able to even mirror the sun's light down here so that it remained strong and lighted most of the room.”

Another agreed commenting about it's odd placement in the room above.

Yugi was being taken care of, having a suspected fracture in his left arm, and was also getting talked to about not telling the truth to Yami about his present status, no matter how much he scared him.
Marik was glad that Malik had decided to sulk darkly outside while he helped his sister in the new cavern, even though he knew the pineapple haired boy would be uncooperative for at least the rest of the day.

Ishizu traced her finger hovering over the images on the wall of the chamber mouthing sentences under her breath. The only other two let down into the chamber were quickly making sketches of the surrounding art.

“Why isn't there even an inch of hieroglyphics?” asked Marik getting slightly bored of the dimly lit room.

He had a slight case of claustrophobia because of his restricted home life, and was starting to also feel nervous in the enclosed area.

“It does seem to just be a beautiful retelling of battle between Horus and Set,” Ishizu replaced gazing intrigued at the image of the goddess Isis helping heal Horus' injured eye.

“You have to be kidding me,” Marik commented wincing at the memory of the story, and the particular image his sister was admiring.

“You need to be more careful then that,” Yami reminded Yugi for the fiftieth time.

`Yes Yami, I'm sorry, I will be,' Yugi replied by mind link, as to not look weird to surrounding people, being slightly too use to the safety speech.

“I can't protect you from everything,” the insistent Pharaoh continued.

Malik rolled his eyes at the continuous speech, “Well he certain won't be able to get in any sort of trouble if you continue to nag him to death.”

Yami became silent very quickly at the remark, glaring at the spiritual offender. Malik ignored the put off glare leaning back against a tent pole and looking up at the sky.

“I don't understand how they can just stand around doing this day in and day out,” he commented bored, “this place is dead in more then one way, it's boiling hot and it isn't like they get to even keep what they find.”

“They do it for their love of our time, which is also your heritage,” Yami snapped back a little annoyed, “they want to find out what it was like to live back then.”

“So they go around digging up the graves, like legal modern day tomb robbers,” Malik commented smirking.

“At least they have respect for those in the tombs,” Yami replied dryly.

Malik gave a short snort of laughter, “I bet they would just love to get their hands on you and Bakura. Well if we find him anyway.”

“We will find them,” Yami growled angry at Malik for making Yugi more worried about them then he was previously.

“Face facts Pharaoh,” he replied with a sneer, “they haven't any clue to how we could hear Ryou and Bakura along the passage way, why they were, moving without realising it or where they were sent to.”

Glancing over at the down faced Yugi, Yami snapped back at Malik commanding him to shut up or face the consequences.

Ceasing any brawls that may have been started between the two Marik emerged from the tomb shaking slightly, “I hate small spaces.”

Giving his lighter side a deep glare Malik demanded, “Why didn't you call out my name.”

`Well they would have thought I was crazy, calling out a name of someone that isn't there,' Marik stated matter of factly, `also it isn't like you could have really been hurt, you don't even have a body to injure.'

Malik hmphed turning away and returning back to his sulking.

“Hows your arm Yugi?” Marik asked turning to his stunted friend.

“It's ok,” he replied, “Not even hurting as much anymore.”

“That's good,” Marik replied as Yugi thanked the American for bandaging up his wrist.

Not long afterwards Yugi was giggling.

“What's so funny,” Malik muttered, not liking the intruding noise into his sulking.

“I've got a mummified arm,” Yugi giggled, causing a quiet chuckle out of Marik, Malik shake his head and Yami to sweat drop.

The American returned glad to see the two boys smiling, “We are going to be driving Yugi into town to get his wrist x-rayed. Want to come Marik?”

“That sounds great Brandon,” Marik replied, glad he could remember the man's name at the last minute.

“What about Ryou?” Yugi asked worried.

“Don't worry, we are still looking for them,” He replied with a reassuring smile, “even looking for secret doors in the hallway.”

Yugi nodded, smiling reassured, “ok. When are we going?”

“We can go right now if you like,” the archaeologist replied.

After a nod from both Yugi and Yami, Bradon went off to see who else wanted to go back into town.

“Can you and Malik stay here?” Yugi asked his darker half giving him puppy dog eyes.
Yami nodded, not needing the wide eyes to get him to agree, “though contact us if anything goes wrong.”

“Of course Yami.”

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Equilla; I live!

Mokuba: and I'm faring ok here as well

Equilla; if your wondering what happened to me, well my muse for all my stories disappeared when some of the chapters I worked on while I was over seas disappeared. That sort of thing really puts you in a dump. But I am back and writing. You can thank an Egyptology show for finding my muse in this. Now to try and work on my other stories.
Mokuba; and the reason this wasn't said at the start. The first half of this chapter was written over 2 months ago.