Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ the incredibly boring lives of our yamis ❯ mira's morning ( Chapter 1 )

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A Day in The Incredibly Boring(yeah, right) Lives of Our Yami’s

(I hold no affiliation with the feelings of my Yami, she’s a psycho, and
there are many opinions I don’t agree with.)

Why does life Have to be so cruel?

Oh, Right, your's isn't.

You don't have to put up with a psycho hikari(except perhaps a select
few).

You don't have to deal with the reincarnate of the person who killed
your family.

You don't have to put up with his sugar high little brother who is going
to be found floating in a river sometime soon.

You don't have to put up with a frickin' ass hole who was pharaoh like a
zillion years ago who thinks I should stop torturing the 'helpless'
minions of this 'Satan' person and hasn't gotten it though his think head
that A) He is no longer the ruler of this dumb world. B) I wouldn't give
a shit if he was. C) He should go into hiding because I plan on acting
on that last threat.

Baka Pharaoh.

Baka High Priest.

Baka High Priest’s reincarnation.

Baka Sugar high person.

Baka Hikari.

Baka Fangirls who are going to kill me.

Baka gay mutt.

Baka pointy-haired loser.

Baka Dice person.

Baka Hikari's Infatuations.

Baka Hikari's employer.

Baka Pharaoh's Brat.

Baka Pharaoh's Brat's Hentai grandfather.

Baka Friendship &!$@#.

Baka censors.

HOW THE HELL DID I GET CENSORS IN MY HEAD?!?!?!?!?!

Well, that mystery can wait until I've found some other reason to kill
her.

Now that I've addressed the first problems that have come to my mind
this fine morning, I will open my eyes.

And look out the window.....

YES!!! A THUNDERSTORM!!!!!!!! And this one doesn't seem to be going to
be going to let off any time soon....

Mwhahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha......

I get up out of bed, and go about the stuff one must do in the morning
in these strange times.

And as i walk out of the bathroom, I'm greeted by Boots, the evil cat of
psychotic doom.

I swear it's a female cat version of the Tomb Robber. I think it has a
millennium item hidden in one of the spare rooms, as well as stolen goods
and dead bodies. It's a psycho, I swear. It has a sadistic look in it's
eyes all the time and it doesn't eat what food I put out for it, instead
it hunts for live food, and eats it making a point to kill it gruesomely
in front of me or anyone, and strew it's body parts all over the place.
Then it steals my pens, daggers, jewelry, anything shiny that might have
price value. Note to self, must talk to Tomb Robber about this.

I walk downstairs, and take a package of bacon out of the fridge, and
start eating it. Even after 5000 years I'm hooked on raw meat. Isa
calls me a poser that just wants to live to get somewhere close to the
status of the Tomb Robber. But I can prove that it’s not true. Back to
the times when I actually ran from people and was sightly afraid of
death. Back to when I was trying to not be caught.

Fire, though very fun, useful, and drug-like, is also a surefire way to
say, "HEY ASS HOLE!!!!! BETCHA CAN'T FIND
ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" when they're
right behind you, or hiding in a room of earth tones, wearing neon
camouflage. You had better hope whoever's chasing you is either
colorblind or a moron. Usually, they were, but it was good to be
careful. When you kill people for a living, you can't jack it up.

And blood tastes good. Especially mortal enemies blood. The Tomb
Robber had it wrong(at least a little) when he was trying to kill the
pharaoh, because it’s the High Priest who’s in charge of the armies. But
the Pharaoh’s such a bastard anyways. And I think Ryou might have an
iron deficiency or something, and so, Bakura would too. I mean, he’s so
pale all the time. But I think the Tomb Robber thinks it makes him look
evil. Whatever. It would add to the affect to have blood stains
dripping down your mouth. Whatever. I’m no fashion designer...

And bacon is good, even though it's precooked and not completely raw.

I'll never forget that first pig slaughter that I forced the High Priest
to bring me to....Sigh.

Back to reality.

I eat standing up. I don't sit as is custom to these infidels. I stand
at the window, and I plot.

It is a day off from that strange educational establishment, and....

/Big words, yami./

I jump, mentally. Showing such weakness on the outside would be the
death of me. //How long have you been listening?//

/Must you what's the word every action?/

//Narrate, yes, and I asked you a question.//

/Narrate. Big word./

//ARE YOU MOCKING ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!//

/NO!!!!! I was just.... it was a big word!/

//I think you're lying.//

/I think you're stupid./

//DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!//

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Mia yelled as I chase after her with
a meat cleaver. Don’t ask how I got it.

"BOTH OF YOU IDIOTS STOP FIGHTING OR I'LL LOCK YOU IN A ROOM WITH TEA,
KUWABARA, AND EVERY OTHER FRICKIN' IDIOT YOU SEEM TO BE AFRAID
OF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!"
The High Priest yelled at us.

"Then you would be stuck in there, too," Mia said.

Seto looked at her for a moment, then grabbed the meat cleaver out of my
hand and started chasing her with it.

I whip out my sword and chase him, yelling "NO ONE TAKES MY MEAT CLEAVER
AND GETS AWAY WITH IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOW
DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Isn't it wonderful how this family works?

The little brat with the puppy eyes always begging for something. It
takes guts that no one else seems to have to turn him down. I swear he's
trying to take over the world, and he could, trust me. All he would have
to do is walk up to some very powerful ruler of the world-dude, and give
him the puppy eyes, and say, "Can I pwease have your cwone so I can wule
da world?"

And then, the High Priest is still trying to kill me. I can tell by the
way he swings that meat cleaver around while yelling at the servants to
get out of his fucking way.

And Mia, she's plotting against me. She's talking to Bakura almost
daily and training with that short spikey-haired person, and I don't mean
the Pharaoh's brat. The Brat couldn't lift a sword, and this new guy was
teaching her the most complicated moves in the book!   And he's got a
third eye. And wears a cape that looks like a dress. And looks like a
girl. I swear this guy is fruitier than the elf. And he doesn't even
have the long, blond hair! His is more... puffy and cute. In an odd
sort of way. Dude, that's scary. But, I can see what she sees in him.
If he walked around shirtless, he would look like a miniature Arnold.
With spiky black hair and a third eye. But that's not the point. She
tortures this guy. She halfway sends him to the Shadow Realm a lot, and
she's stolen his soul in attempts to use his fangirls to take over the
world, AND she completely annoys and embarrasses him in front of the ones
called 'Foxboy' and 'Urameshi'. And the Baka, but we don't care about
him. But he still puts up with her! He must have nerves of steel,
because I sure couldn't put up with that. I'd get rid of the problem
before it became one. That it why the Shadow Realm is so useful. I know
that the Foxboy is Isis' infatuation. Both hikaries insist that they've
saved the world more than once. When we(Isa and myself) asked about the
other two(Urameshi and Baka) we received the answer of, "unimportant
idiots."

I found out about these strange things from wondering what Mia was doing
with my sword at midnight, in the middle of a forest. I decided a hunt
was in order and got Isa to take up the cause as well, for her Hikari
also went missing around then.

So we ran after them one time. Staying far enough behind them as to not
be noticed but close enough to know where they were going, we followed
them to a forest. At said forest they split up, and so did we. Pretty
soon Mia started running faster than I would have thought possible for
one lazy as her, while muttering, “Can’t be late, no being late, can’t be
late!” and other things that basically said the same thing. Pretty soon
she ran into a clearing, panting and waiting for something. I perched in
a tree where I could get a good view of whatever was going on. Pretty
soon I found out.

“You’re late, five-hundred pushups. Get to it,” came a voice.

So Mia started doing the pushups. Guess when she stared complaining.

Not one hundred five.

Not seventy five.

Not fifty five.

Not twenty five.

Not fifteen.

Or Five.

Not even three.

She did one pushup, and whined, “HIEI!!! MY ARMS HURT!!!!!”

Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.

The owner of the voice, Hiei I figured, seemed to think the same.
“You’re an awful excuse for any being. You complain too much. You don’t
practice, or do what I ask you. You sit there, and you complain, or you
say completely irrelevant things. You’ve STOLEN MY SOUL more than once,
and you have tried to take over the world, though that I could care less
about. You can either do the pushups, or leave and don’t-”

He didn’t even need to finish, she was doing those pushups faster than a
marine corps officer. Which is scary, because that was Mia. Doing
pushups. Real pushups. And not complaining.

In a few minutes she was finished. That was how fast she was going.
Scary. But that’s Mia for you.

Then the guy steps out of the shadows of wherever he was. Can you say
Fruitcake? He was wearing a frickin’ dress! I swear it looked like a
dress! But I really should have been censoring my thoughts.

Because he looked right at me and knocked me out of the tree. He was on
the ground one second then the next he punched me right in the face!

Fast person and pain.

That’s about all that went though my head that I had so luckily landed
on.

Having a thick skull can be a good thing.

Having a sword in your face is not. Even worse, having a sword that is
being handled by a person willing to kill you in your face while your
hikari is laughing at you and obviously not caring that you’re in mortal
danger.

“HAHA.....can’t.....HAHAHAHAHAH.......breathe........HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAH
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

She was getting annoying. So I threw a rock at her. And hit her in the
head. And so knocked her out.

Hiei looked at her for a moment, then back at me. He sheathed the
sword, ‘Katana,’ I corrected myself, and then he walked away.

So I stood up and caught him by the back of his cloak *coughdresscough*.
“Hold it, hobbit, what-”

Note to the people who care. Don’t call people who can wipe the floor
with your carcass a hobbit. They tend to do just what was mentioned
above.

So I was almost unconscious and about to be killed by a midget. Lovely.
I would have fought back, but you see, I didn’t have my sword. How was
I supposed to know Mia was taking lessons from some weird person?

Don’t answer that.

But anywho, Mia woke up a little bit. “Look at all the pretty stars,”
she said, spaced out completely.

So I wasn’t getting any help from her.

No sword. Can’t help myself.

So I do the only thing one can do in my situation.

“ISA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BY RA THERE IS AN
ANGRY DEMONY PERSON TRYING TO KILL ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I SWEAR I’LL
ALWAYS REFER TO THE TOMB ROBBER AS GOD AND I WON’T DISS THE PSYCHOS
ANYMORE!!!!!!!! JUST BY RA FRICKIN’ HELP
ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!”

And Hiei blinked. “No one can save you now. Save your breath.”

On to plan B.

Men have one major weakness as a part of their gender. To know this is
to know a very useful trick.

So I kicked him in the groin, and took off running and screaming like a
psycho. I knew then I was really going to die. As soon as he recovered
from that, he would be after me with bloodlust. I was gonna die. Like
the millions of other times I had pissed off the wrong people. But by
weird flukes of fate, they never did get their revenge.

Just my luck that it should happen just so.

I tripped and went down.

And heard a voice scolding me.

“STUPID YAMI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT IS MY LIFE’S DREAM TO BE KILLED BY
HIEI! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GO FIND
YOUR OWN ANGRY PERSON YOU WANT TO KILL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS ONE IS
MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   MINE!!!!!!!!!! ALL MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GO FIND YOUR OWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” By now Mia had Hiei in a
death grip and he was going blue. It was kinda funny, really. But
painful, I would guess, judging by the, ‘Please kill me now,’ and ‘How
the hell did I get into this,’ looks.

See? Torture. Pretty soon Mia’s gonna be arrested for child abuse but
won’t get to the station because Hiei will kill them for thinking he’s a
child.

It is quite impossible to break a glomphold, I would imagine. Hiei
seemed unable to do that.

Even torturous fangirls like Mia, who is more interested in finding ways
to drive her interests insane, have use of said glomphold. I have to
feel sorry for this ‘Kurama’ person. Lord knows what he goes through.
But I imagine Isis at least wouldn’t purposefully strangle him, and be
much more.... I don’t know...... gentle? And I’m not sure if she would
lecture him like a three year old.

Because that’s just what she had been doing.

She dropped Hiei unceremoniously on his ass and waved her finger at him
like a parent or teacher. And he glared at her the way someone who
doesn’t like what their hearing glares at someone as they let what’s
being said float right over their head.

“Now, Hiei, you know you can’t kill my yami because that is my job,
though in special incidences I might give someone else permission to.
You may only inflict severe physical injury, and/or mental and emotional
trauma-”

“It’s so wonderful to know you care so much about me. And for the
record, I don’t think there’s anything left in my head to traumatize,
spending time with you and all the other idiots has driven me well beyond
insane,” I said.

“Join the club.”

I blinked. New voice. Brain does not compute..... only three people
here, besides Isis and Isa but.....Ra, I’m slow. Voice of said ‘Foxboy’.

So...... Interesting...... Now I know why he is called that. Fox ears
and a tail.

And Isis was hanging off him like a wad of indestructible bubble gum.

But it was more important what was being said.

“MIA!!! BOW DOWN AND REPENT FOR YOU HAVE DRIVEN POOR YOUKO
INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”& nbsp; And she
lunged at her and would have strangled her if......

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ” And
Mia grabbed Hiei by the neck and hoisted him up, using him as a shield so
Isis started strangling him instead, until she noticed her mistake, which
took about a second, but Hiei was already almost unconscious and starting
to hack up blood..... Then went unconscious.

Mia nudged him with her Shoe/boot/steel-toed-bringer-of-death.

And when that didn’t wake him up she kicked him in the side with said
steel-toed Bringer of Death.

Ow...

But it woke him up.

“MIA, YOU @#%#^@#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! $^$%&*$%^& YOU#%&%*$&^
I$^&**WILL#%&$KILL$#%$$^%&YOU$^&%*% *!
&#$^%#$%#%^^$&#$^$YOU^$%&%$&$%ARE&^&$%&^ GONNA$&$^*%^&*DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
”

Ow my poor ears. Not. I’ve heard worse but it’s a start for one
as..... ‘special’..... as Hiei.

Anti-socialist. Even I am not that bad. I still carry on intelligent
conversations.... if you count threats as relatively intelligent.....
Actually threats make up most of my word usage.... so....

Damn, why does everyone make me a dirty liar. How else is an assassin
supposed to make a living?

“So..... Does that mean I’m free?” Mia asked.

Hiei glared, holding his sides; I really wouldn’t be surprised if his
ribs were about to fall out; and said, “GET. OUT. NOW.”

“So..... Does this mean I’m dead?” she asked.

Hiei looked at her, then whipped out his katana and started chasing her
while screaming like a lunatic and cussing and all that wonderful stuff
Mia causes other people to do.

It was quite funny.

Mia was smiling and laughing insanely as she ran in circles around the
clearing while the bloodthirsty demon chased her.

And Kurama and Isis stood there and watched.

And I sat there and watched.

But I couldn’t see them.

They were going that fast.

“They do this often?”

“Yup.”

“I WOULD NEVER DO THAT TO MY POOR TEACHER!!!! MIA, YOU SHOULD BE MORE
CONSIDERATE OF HIS FEELINGS!!!!!!” Isis yelled.

I blinked. Isis? Acting considerate? Miracles happen.

I’ll admit I’m not smart enough to know when to hold my tongue, so what
I said will get you killed. I’m surprised it didn’t get me. But Fate
pities the idiots and psychos.

“First off, As far as I’ve seen, Hiei doesn’t have or at least use this
‘emotion,’ and can’t you see it?”

Isis looked confused, but Kurama shook his head. “Finish that thought
only if you want to get your head bashed in by two angry sword-wielding
lunatics.”

“Hiei doesn’t seem the lunatic type. He looks more like the anti-social
type person to me.”

“Does it look like that now?”

“....... No.”

“There’s you’re reason.”

“But.... but it’s funny!”

Isa appeared out of no where. “We all know you have a warped idea of
humor, Mira, now just shut up, it’s for your own good.”

:p “I don’t like doing stuff like that and I feel the overwhelming urge
to be obnoxious.”

“Your Funeral. No one would come, by the way.”

“Don’t care and don’t care. They’re not THAT dangerous, seriously, the
guy’s gotta be no taller than the brat!”

“You’ve been beaten to a bloody pulp by them more than once. Figure it
out.”

“That’s not my strong point. Hey, I thought of another way the Tomb
Robber’s just like my psycho kitty! Both of them are cunning but have
slow thought prossesses!”

And I got whacked....again.

“But-!”

Whack.

“It-!”

Whack.

“Is-!”

Whack.

“True-!”

Whack.

“You-!”

Whack.

“Always-!”

Whack.

“Have-!”

Whack.

“To-!”

Whack.

“Explain-!”

Whack.

“Everything-!”

Whack.

“To-!”

Whack.

“Him-!”

Whack.

“And-!”

Whack.

“He-!”

Whack.

“Leaves-!”

Whack.

“Huge-!”

Whack.

“Loopholes-!”

Whack whack.

Loss of consciousness was going to be a problem soon, so I shut up.

You would too if Isis and Isa were bludgeoning you with a baseball bat
and a crowbar.

So...

Back to whatever.

I couldn’t see Hiei or Mia anymore but Kurama insisted they were there
and so Isis enforced his holy word.

And eventually...

Whack.

Wasn’t me this time.

It was Mia slamming into a tree.

And she slowly pealed off and landed at Hiei’s feet all swirly eyed and
unconscious.

Hiei sheathed the katana, shook his head at her and walked over to a
tree and jumped up, sat on a branch and fell asleep.

“That’s it? Wasn’t he going to kill her or something?”

“No, he would have done that long ago,” Kurama said. “It would be too
quiet here without them spending more time arguing than training.”

I snickered. “Like an old married couple.”

And the next thing I knew or didn’t know was I was unconscious.

Probably was Mia. I have a feeling Hiei would have stuck me on a spit
and roasted me alive.

But it was funny.

I had gotten my laughs and bludgeoning.

And I awoke from my memory trance thing where I had to remember all
this.

Mokuba was looking at me with the puppy eyes and tugging on my sheath.

“WHAT?!?!?!”

He got the big scared eyes and ran off.

O_o Interesting...

I swear this family needs help.

/No, you’re the one who needs help./

//What now, Hikari?//

/You were standing there for the past fifteen minutes thinking of the
time when you first met Hiei and he beat the shit out of you.
Recollecting it down to the very last detail. You can’t tell me that
doesn’t have issues./

//It doesn’t have issues. You told me to do that.//

/When?/

//You told me to record my thoughts so I’m going to try to induce REM
sleep patterns to do that for me.//

/...../

//WHAT?!//

/....You write the stuff in a diary, not try to remember it... How do
you know what REM is anyway?/

//I got bored and read a book.//

/..../

//I can read, thank you very much.//

/Could’ve fooled me.../

//Hikari?//

/Yes?/

//Prepare to die.//

/I’ll do that./

//...//

/.../

//You’re supposed to be cowering in fear.//

/Oooh, you’re so scary... I am shacking in my boots./

//DIE YOU
#%^$&#%^$%&^!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!//

/HA HA!! YOUR HEAD IS CENSORED!!!!!!!!!!/

So the chase continues... until I trip down the stairs.

Let’s face it. I’m not graceful unless I’m trying to kill
someone/something. So when I wasn’t breaking into houses and
slaughtering people, I was a ditz. That’s why horses are so useful.
They make up for you tripping over your own two feet with tripping over
four of their own...

And trust me, they did. When I wasn’t running him for our lives he was
at a walk, tripping. I don’t know how the horse managed to not break any
bones, but it didn’t, so we were safe... but still. That shouldn’t have
been happening. But before I get into another rant...

“DIE HIKARI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I SWEAR
TO RA YOU WILL MEET YOUR DEATH TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MAY YOU BE CURSED
TO THE DEEPEST DARKEST CORNER OF THE SHADOW REALM SO THAT YOU MAY ROT
APART AND THE LOWLIEST OF THE CREATURES THERE FEAST ON YOUR HALF
DISINTEGRATED FLESH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
And so the chase continued. Again.

Now that I’ve written all of this down maybe my Hikari will shut up
about it.

Toodles.

...

Why aren’t you gone?

...

BEGONE FOOLISH-! *ink explodes onto page*

~*~Now for third person regular no diary crap...~*~

Mia wiped the ink and blood off the crowbar, and stuck it back into her
pocket.

~*~T~H~E~E~N~D~*~

Of Mira’s part at least. Tune in next time for... Isa’s day.
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ISIS:i'm just gonna hide out here in my secret-fanfiction-haven so my yami cant find me snd discover my plan to recorde her day and sue meand i''ll go to jail for the rest of my life for stalking a persion who hasent existed for the last 5 thousand years and then i'll ok enough of that so just review if you do i'll print out tour review(well my friends will)and have it ectched into my headstone when my yami kills me, ja
           &n bsp;                                       - the late
     &nbs p;            & nbsp;           &nbs p;            & nbsp;           &nbs p;            & nbsp;           &nbs p;            & nbsp;      isis ishtar