Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Unbreak My Heart ❯ Visitors From The Past ( Chapter 3 )

Priestess: If you know me, you'll understand that in most of my Yu-Gi-Oh fanfictions I tend to include time-travel of some sort. This is one of them (but I'm sure you realized that, since it's the only reason I would be mentioning that.

Present Kaiba(or future, if you go by the show, even though this is based on manga)=Kaiba
Past Kaiba(or present, if you go by the show, even though this is based on manga)=Seto
Both will be called Kaiba by other characters

Present Bakura(or future, if you go by the show, even though this is based on manga)=Bakura, and will be called Bakura by other characters
Past Bakura(or present, if you go by the show, even though this is based on manga)=Kage, and will be called…depends on whose speaking

Present Atemu(or future, if you go by the show, even though this is based on manga)=Atemu, and will be called Atemu
Past Atemu(or present, if you go by the show, even though this is based on manga)=Yu-Gi-Oh, but most people will call him Yugi or Pharaoh

Present Mariku(or future, if you go by the show, even though this is based on manga)=you guessed it, Mariku
Past Mariku(or present, if you go by the show, even though this is based on manga)=Yami Malik, but most people just call him Malik

***

Seto blinked as he, Yami Malik, Yu-Gi-Oh, and Kage appeared in the middle of the mall.

"What the-?" Yami Malik yelped. He blinked at the three people next to him. "We were dueling!" he said to Yu-Gi-Oh. "And you were dead!" he shouted at Kage. Yu-Gi-Oh and Seto turned to him, and he smirked.

"Did you think I was kidding when I said I'd live?" he sneered. "Of course you did. If I've said it once I've said it a million times-all right, forget about that," he said suddenly, unexpectedly. "Where are we-and more importantly, when are we?"

"When?!" Yami Malik repeated, as Seto simultaneously replied, "We're at a clothing store in the mall, duh."

"Yes, when," said Kage, disregarding Seto. "Wherever we are, Battle City is either over hasn't happened yet. And I definitely sense all of you here." He also sensed himself, but just a fragment of a soul. He guessed (incorrectly) that it was the bit of himself in the Millennium Puzzle, but he couldn't let them know about that! Strangely, though, he didn't sense any Millennium Items…

"That is the craziest thing I've ever heard!" Seto cried. "I swear, you superstitious freaks and your Millennium Items and crap-you realize that you're all schizophrenic, right?"

"Umm…No…" Kage replied. "I don't even know what that means."

***

"Why are we here again?" Bakura asked, holding up a cream-white sweater in the mirror. Ugh…Ryou's fashion sense is rubbing off on me. "Our light sides sent plenty of clothing. And bluntly put, I don't give a damn what I look like."

Atemu chuckled softly. "I'm sure you don't, but both of us are much taller than our hikaris at this point. The shirts still fit, but the pants won't." He held up two pairs of pants. "Which one of these would look better on me?"

Bakura blinked. "You have a leather fetish, don't you?" His lips twitched in spite of himself at Atemu's scowl. "It's all right, leather makes you look hot. That one, by the way." Then he turned and returned to shuffling through clothes as though he hadn't said a thing.

***

"Wow! Lookit this shiny thing! You can see yourself in it!" cried Yami Malik, pointing at a huge mirror. He did several poses until Kage shoved him aside to look at his reflection (which was stupid, since it was the size of a wall)

"Hmm…note to self, no more pushed-up sleeves," he murmured. "I have to learn how to use this magic."

"You're preening," Yu-Gi-Oh accused, trying and failing to pull Kage away from the gigantic wall-sized mirror. "You egotistical jerk, don't you realize those things will suck out your soul?"

"You're just jealous because I'm beautiful and you're just a midget with a leather fetish," Bakura sneered, not flinching when Yu-Gi-Oh grabbed him by the collar and pulled back his fist to punch him.

From a few feet off, Seto slapped his forehead. Turning to them, he said, "If anyone asks, I don't know any of you!" Then he turned and walked a few more feet, inspecting a pair of pants. About an inch too long, he mused, then suddenly heard two familiar voices. He hunched down, peered through, and reeled back. "Come on, you have to see this!"

***

"You should buy the black pair with the silver ankhs on the ankle," Mariku instructed gruffly, studying a pair of khaki cargo pants. "The blue pair is just wrong on you, it's way too loose for your style."

"How would you know?" Kaiba replied, but he held up the pants in front of the mirror and scrutinized his reflection. "All right, fine. It looks great," he said, trying (successfully) to sound as if he didn't give a damn. But Mariku heard him mutter as he put it in the bag, "If somebody told be back in Battle City that the psychopath I was trying to defeat would be giving me fashion advice I would think they were crazy…"

He glanced up. "Speaking of crazy, where are the other two psychopathic Egyptian spirits?"

Mariku shook his head. "Why must you continuously insult me by grouping me with the Pharaoh and a lunatic? And I would like to point out that they would also be insulted by you putting the three of us in a group."

"Where are they?"

"What am I, their keeper?" snapped Mariku. "I don't know where they are!" Suddenly both of their eyes widened, Mariku's in delight and Kaiba's in fear, as they considered what could be the consequences of those two loose in a mall.

"You idiot!" cried Kaiba. "We have to find them before they destroy the mall!"

"Why?" Mariku asked, truly curious.

"Just come on," Kaiba snapped, grabbing his arm.

***

Bakura tilted his head as he studied his reflection, holding up the black-and-blue striped shirt to see how it might look on him. At last he crinkled his nose, shaking his head. "I think it makes me look fat," he muttered disdainfully.

Just as he was putting the shirt back on the rack, Kaiba and Mariku burst through the rack of clothing and did some over-exaggerated karate moves. They both had clothes hanging from them-including lingerie.

Female lingerie.

Bakura and Atemu stared at them, glanced at each other, and burst out laughing. Kaiba and Mariku glanced at each other, then down at themselves. With an earsplitting girly shriek, Mariku stripped of the excess clothing. This only made Bakura and Atemu laugh harder.

"Ha-ha, very funny," muttered Kaiba sarcastically, brushing off any lint that might have stuck to him from the clothes. He picked up the bag containing the clothes which he and Mariku wanted to buy.

"As amusing as this is…"

Atemu, Bakura, Kaiba, and Mariku stiffened. They (Kaiba and Mariku, Bakura and Atemu were already facing the right direction) turned very slowly as Kage, Seto, Yami Malik, and Yu-Gi-Oh stepped from behind the rack.

"We'd really like to know what's going on."