Monday, October 18, 2004

   I am sooooo tired.

Hello. I am really tired. I've been tired for days because of this stupid sinus infection. *sniffle* ^T__T^ Anyway, I know I don't post that much and I'm sorry about that. I'm also sorry I haven't been getting to everyone's sites lately. I've been busy. ^n__n^; Well, I don't know, should I put up some quizzes?...nah. I didn't take really any this time lol. ^n__n^; Um...I put up a fanart of Faust VIII, and so far people seem to like it. Go check it out, if you haven't all ready! ^n__n^ All right, now Let's see if I can figure out how to post pictures and stuff... Yay, Kurama-ness! ^n///n^ They all link to the site I got them from, or, they're supposed to at least. ^n__n^; Onto the next topic. A bunch of you wanted to read the next chapter of my story, ne? Well, here it is, I hope you like it. *crosses fingers* Last time: "Goodbye, Marik," said Bakura through gritted teeth. Marik tried to get away, but before he can even make a move, Bakura grabbed the collar of his shirt with his free hand, which was still slightly in a fist, and pulled Marik back so they were face to face. "Now, you die," whispered Bakura. He brought his arm back and stabbed him in the stomach. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Chapter 2: Are You Dying...Now? Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh! or any of it's characters. Rated: PG-13 for Marik's inability to control his language, oh, and for violence. Bakura, laughing maniacly, yanked the end of the rod out of Marik's stomach, and wiped it on his shirt, leaving a red stain. He let go of Marik's collar, and allowed him to collapse to his knees. Gasping for breath, Marik clutched his stomach as his blood slowly seeped through his shirt, and formed a puddle on the ground. He gradualy started to go pale from blood loss, and bent over even more, but quickly braced himself with his other arm so he didn't fall. He wasn't about to give up yet. He struggled to breathe, as if each rattled breath used up all the energy he had left. Slowly, he closed his eyes. Then his arm gave away, and he fell to the ground; a pool of blood seeped out from underneath him. "Marik!" said Yami, completely shocked. He started to move towards him. "Aaaaaaahhh!" screamed a voice. Yami stoped suddenly and snaped his head to his right where the scream came from. "Tea!" he shouted. Tea, who had been released from Marik's mind control when he dropped the mellenium rod, was on her knees at the edge of the building with her eyes wide and her hands over her mouth. She was obviously very frightened by what she had just seen. Yami looked toward her then noticed something by her knees; The edge of the building was crumbling. "Tea! Look out!" He totaly forgot about Marik and ran as fast as he could toward Tea. The edge of the building came off, and Tea with it. "Aaaaahhhhh!!!" "Tea!" Yami went even faster than he thought he could, slid and caught her at the last second. "That was close," he said as he put Tea down and got up. "Are you all right?" he asked her. "I...I think so. What about you?" Yami looked down at the side of his left leg. His pants had been ripped when he slid to catch Tea, causing a vey bad scrape from his ankle to about six inches above his knee. He shrugged and responded, "Nothing serious." "Good," said Tea. Then she started to cry into Yami's shoulder. Yami akwardly patted her back. They heard footsteps behind them and quickly whipped around to see who was coming. "Hey, Yugi! Tea!" shouted a blonde haired boy with brown eyes running up to them. He was wearing blue jeans, and a white t-shirt that wasn't tucked into his pants. His green jacket was just as untiedy and wrinkled as the shirt. Jogging next to him was a boy about the same age, around 17, with spiked brown hair and dark brown eyes. His outfit was similar to the blonde boy's, but instead of blue jeans he had khaki pants, and his jacket was brown and much longer. They ran up to Yami and Tea, and stopped in front of them, gasping for breath. "What are you doing here?" asked Yami, recognizing his two friends. "We followed ya," said the blonde boy, with a slight New York accent. "Yeah, till Joey here got us lost," the brown haired boy said as he jabbed his thumb at the boy next to him. "We were searching all over for you!" he continued. "Shut it Tristan," said Joey annoyed. he turned back to Yami, "So what'd we miss?" Tea starts crying onto Yami again. Joey and Tristan looked confused, so Yami nodded his head towards Marik. "Wha...Ahh!' shouted Joey. "What happened to him, Yugi?" asked Tristan, a look of disgust on his face. "Hahaha. I killed him, that's what," answered Bakura, who was quiet until then. He started to walk towards the four friends. Tristan and Joey both went on the defensive; they looked like they were ready to fight. Bakura just ignored them and continued towards Yami. Yami immediatly brought the frightened Tea closer to him, as if he was trying to protect her from the evil spirit. "Hahahahaha! You should be worrying about yourself, Yugi, not that silly girl." He took another step towards them. The mellenium symbol appeared on Yami's forhead, and the necklace with a pyramid amulet, his mellenium puzzle, glowed. Bakura knew very well how powerful Yami can be when his friends were in danger, even if he couldn't really control his dark powers. He stopped walking. "But I have other plans for you," he looked at Joey and Tristan. "And your idiot friends." Yami glared at him. "Heh." said Bakura, as he dissapeared into the shadows. Yami stared at where Bakura used to be for a while, before he remebered that Marik was on the ground dying, or probably already dead. He let go of Tea and jogged over to where Marik was lying face down on the pavement, surrounded in his own blood. Joey, Tristan, and a weak-kneed Tea came over shortly afterwards. "Is...is he...you know..." Joey started. "Dead?" Yami finished for him. "I'm not sure, he could still be alive. I'll check." With that, he put one hand on Marik's shoulder, the other on his waist, and flipped him over. When he took his hands back, he saw that his right hand was full of Marik's blood. "Ewww. That's just...gross," said Tea, feeling a little nausious. Yami just looked at his hand strangly, then whiped the blood off. "How are we supposed to check his pulse? His wrists and neck are covered in gold bands." Tristan asked. "Yo, Yugi?" Yami wasn't really paying attention, and Tristan startled him. "Huh? What is it Tristan?" "Uh, what are you doing?" He asked. Yami was holding his hand about an inch from Marik's mouth and nose. "I'm checking to see if he's breathing." "Well is he?" Joey asked. 'I don't think so, but if he is, then he's not breathing much." Yami saw that the top of Marik's neck was not covered in gold bands, so he moved Marik's hair and placed two fingers on the side of his neck. "Ah! He has a pulse!" Yami startled everyone. Finally, Tea asked, "You mean he's still alive!" "Yes, but in order to save him we have to stop the bleeding. Tristan, give me your trenchcoat." "Uh, okay." Tristan hands Yami his coat. Yami is about to tie the coat around Marik to keep him from bleeding, but then he stopped. "What's wrong? Why are you hesitating Yami?" A boy, about fourteen, appeared behind Yami. He looked just like Yami, except he was a lot shorter, his eyes looked kinder, his voice wasn't as deep, and he was slightly transparent, which gave him the appearence of a ghost. Honestly, besides that, he appeared to be a younger version of the Pharaoh; they were even wearing the same outfit.. Yugi? thinks Yami, for their minds are connected by his mystical energies. This was useful when Yami wanted to talk to Yugi, for if he spoke out loud, people would think he was crazy; as he was the only one who could see (or hear) Yugi right now. I...I don't know if we should save him. He continued. "We can't just let him DIE!" Yes, but don't you remember the horrible things he's done to us? He almost killed us! "Yes, of course, and I probably won't ever be able to forgive him, but we can't let him die! We just can't!" Why?! "Because...if we do, we'll be no better than him. ...You're right, I don't know what I was thinking. I can't just let him die, if I have a chance to help him. It's as bad as murder. Yami wraps the coat around Marik's wound, and begin's to tie a knot. "Sorry if this hurts..." apologized Yami as he pulled the knot tight. This caused Marik to wince and cough up blood. "Eewww," whined Tea. Marik sputtered up more blood. His eyes opened slightly. "Ph...pharaoh? What..." he coughed up more blood. "Aahh! He talked!" shouted Joey. "Joey! Tea! Tristan! Find the nearest telephone and call an ambulance. We have to get him out of here, quick! I'll stay behind to make sure he doesn't die," commanded Yami, suddenly taking charge. "Right!" all three said at once. They ran off, and Yami sat on the ground next to Marik. "Ph...*cough*...Pharaoh, wha...*sputters blood*...what the hell are...*cough*...you doing? *cough*" Marik managed to say. "You shouldn't talk...Marik," he answered coldly, especially when he said his name. You can tell by the look in their eyes that, even though Marik is about to die, they both still hate each other. "Don't. Care. I w...*cough*...want to know what...what the &#@! happened to...*sputter more blood*...to me," Marik gasped, then took a few deep breaths and said, "The la...*breathes hard*...last thing I...*cough*...remember is that ba...*sputter*...bastard Bakura." He gasped for breath. "Yes," said Yami in monotone. "He stabbed you." "Well, yeah. I...*breathes hard*...know tha...*gak*...that, idiot," Marik responded. "Why am I the idiot? I didn't go and get myself stabbed," said Yami mockingly. "Don't...*cough*...push me. At least I don't...*sputters blood*...look like I...*cough*...have a...*gasps*...starfish on my head." Yami reached his hands up to his spiked hair, and glared at Marik. "First of all, I DO NOT look like I have a starfish on my head. Second of all, I told you not ot talk. You'll kill yourself before they can get an ambulance." "Pth. Like...*cough*...you care. Be...besides, it won't ma...*cough*...matter," he started to whisper, "I'm going to...*cough*...die soon anyway." "Marik, you shouldn't say that. You have to believe you'll make it, or else you won't." Marik answered, still whispering, "Why would you care?" "Honestly, I don't. I hate you." "No...*cough*...kidding. That makes...*breathes hard*...two of us. "But, unlike others," Yami continued, "I'm not an evil spirit." "That's nice," Marik said sarcasticly as he closed eyes. "You better not die yet. I want to at least get you to the hospital first," said Yami. He tried to sound like he wasn't concerned, but, as he was a kind person...er...spirit, he wasn't very convincing. "It...*sputter*...wouldn't matter. No one would...*cough*...care. I ha...*gasps, then wispers even softer*...have no f...family...except my...*his breathing gets more labored*...my sister," he opened his eyes. "I m...may dis...pise you," paused, catching his breath, like it hurt to talk (which it probably did) then continued, "but...I need a f...favor." Marik looked as if he has lost all his pride by asking Pharaoh Yami for a favor. "A what!" Yami couldn't help but be surprised. "You want a favor...from me?" "Yes. C...could. You. Take. My. Body. To. My. Sister. Ishizu?" he paused between each word because he felt this was probably the most humiliating thing he's done. That, and he needed to catch his breath. "...Yes, for Ishizu," Yami agreed. "...Good," Marik whispered, and closed his eyes. "Are you dying...now?" Yami said, looking a little nervouse. He could just imagine what it would be like when the athorities find him sitting in front of the dead guy that used to be his arch enemy, with his hands full of blood. "No...*cough*...shit Sherlock," Marik answered sarcasticly. "I'll be...*cough*...dead in about...1...min...ute," he whispers. "My one re...regret is...that I never...kicked your...@$$ in...a duel, and...*cough, gasp*...ruled the...world." Yami blinked; his right eye twitching. "Um...okay..." "I'll see that...I beat...you...in...Hell." With that, his breathing slowed, and his head fell to the side. Yami, though Marik was his arch enemy, was sill a little sad, as he put his fingers on Marik's neck, and felt his pulse slowly come to a stop. "...He's gone," said Yami, in awe. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Please don't hurt me! *hides from Marik's fans* I'm a fan of his too, but this is how the story goes! I'm sorry, don't hurt me! Um...okay, now that that's done, I have some bad news. (Or good news, for anyone who doesn't like me, lol.) I'm going to Europe for ten days, so I will not be able to update, visit sites, add comments, or basically be able to go on the internet for that period of time. I'm gonna miss you guys! ^T__T^ But, I'll post when I get back, I promise! ^n__n^ ...Okay, I'll shut up now. ~Yuuki

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