Well, I went ahead to get a LJ community. Any OOC comments and such can go to...


LJ community > hikari_ooc (It's not all figured out yet, but I'm working on it. This is getting a little too annoying to keep on posting OOC and all. x.x)

May Sunday, February 29, 2004 11:33 p.m.

Well, you could use http://www.boards2go.com/ . But an LJ community works, yeah.

Marisa Monday, March 1, 2004 09:06 p.m.

Well, I can set up a LJ community if that's what we want. I don't know of any good messageboards if that's what we decide. *shrugs* Whatever ya'll want.

May Sunday, February 29, 2004 12:49 a.m.

Hey, ooc place sounds great. Hm. What about getting a messageboard? That way we could keep everything organized, but in one place.

Ryuuji Otogi Sunday, February 29, 2004 11:42 p.m.

Hey, ooc place sounds great. Hm. What about getting a messageboard? That would we could keep everything organized, but in one place.

Ryuuji Otogi Sunday, February 29, 2004 11:42 p.m.

Eh, it doesn't matter to me what we do. Whatever works best. I think the OOC LJ idea is a good one.

Marisa Sunday, February 29, 2004 09:22 p.m.

I was wondering what you guys think of possibly moving to LJ or at least getting an OOC community there or on GJ or something. Because it's getting rather difficult to keep posting like this. x.x At least just for OOC stuff. It makes things confusing. *shrugs*

May Saturday, February 28, 2004 07:26 p.m.

Yeah, there's the tournament as well. Are we going to do full out duels or...?



Okay, low R works for me.



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Marisa Saturday, February 28, 2004 05:23 p.m.

Oo kk i will sorry i was kinda uposet with being dumped ya know...

malik_kun/mardkulk Thursday, February 26, 2004 10:51 p.m.

That sounds good, Marisa... we do have the tournament too, right? So, maybe some dueling?

*fishing around*

Low R is good. *nods* Citrus? Lime? No lemon? Keep the violence down to a 'by the pint' level? ^^;;

-_-;

May Thursday, February 26, 2004 12:06 a.m.

For a metaplot-type-idea-thing...maybe we could have more minions of Yami no Malik who are trying to steal the Items? Hmm. [Yes, I *am* always full of bad ideas.]



Y'know, maybe we should keep the rating a low R...in case people are squicked by explicitness or somesuch. *shrugs*

Marisa Wednesday, February 25, 2004 10:02 p.m.

hey im still here your right... the Malik_kun thing above is my new user name on yahoo its the one i use now....

malik ishtar/mardkulk/malik_kun Wednesday, February 25, 2004 05:51 p.m.

Well, I guess that explains why the mail didn't go through. ^^;; I sent that the way it said it though, so, yeah...

My is yaminoboku or m4yf10w3r and my email is yaminoboku@aol.com. So, that needs to be changed. Yeah. ^^;;

*bows*

May Tuesday, February 24, 2004 01:55 a.m.

[happy dance] It lives, it lives, it lives! Whee! I'd say by now, a lot of peeps may have forgotten or lost interest in the rp. I say, let 'em have notice we're kicking the thing to life again and if they don't reply in a week or so, give the position to somebody new.


One problem was that we had no clear idea of what we were doing. Maybe we could work out a rough idea of a metaplot that the many character subplots can take place within. Nothing specific. In fact, avoid specific. But a gen idea will give people something to do if they don't have something going on directly with their chara. I think that's what happened to the rp; we just sort of wound down.


And...er... heh. [scratches back of head] What sort of rating are we going for with this thing? Spawnling-friendly? Limey? Anything goes so long as there's a minimum of splashing bodily fluids? Just, uh, wondering? ^_^;;

falsechaos -- Otogi Ryuuji, Dee Haskins Wednesday, February 25, 2004 12:51 a.m.

Oh...that must be a mistake. It's "Inuyashasabeast55@comcast.net." *geek* With an s. And a .net. *nodnod* [I should change that someday. It's a mouthful. @_@]



My AIM screen name is WindWakerFilly. Yeah. *incoherent* [Though, bear in mind that I'm painfully shy and don't really IM anyone. *pitiful*]

Marisa Tuesday, February 24, 2004 11:25 p.m.

Yeah, I forgot something... I think it'd be a good idea if we post any instant messenger info we have, maybe so we could write over AIM or something. It might make it easier on some people. *shrugs* Whatever works.

Edit : If we get no response from Yuugi, I do have someone who would like to play him. Any way it goes... *shrugs*

May Monday, February 23, 2004 11:20 p.m.

Here's the deal. I got an email from our Anzu, saying she wants to keep playing. Malik, Otogi, Honda... myself, all still in, right? Bakura's still in, I'm guessing, because Ry-chan's taking over management?

Marisa : Your email bounced back. Is inuyashabeast55@comcast.com still your address? If it's not, maybe you could update? ^^;;

*blinks* Did I suggest a four month hiatus? I think I said we were dead for four months. I think we just need to get our characters and such back on track. The only reason I haven't been posting (you'll notice mine is one of the last posts after Marisa and falsechaos'...) is because everyone else seems to have vanished. I'm willing to help with anything right now. I'm on nearly all night (generally 11pm to 7am, eastern time) and during that time I get pretty bored... so if there's work to be done... *shrugs*

I think that's all. *bows*

May Monday, February 23, 2004 11:14 p.m.

Hey guys...*ducks rotten tomatoes* Sorry, for the neglect in the RPG. Ry-chan is now co-manager and I'm working on a new, new layout. A new rule will be added. Mayhem's idea of the 4 months hiatus thing is a good idea. So anyone who doesn't respond to the e-mail in um...say until Friday(?) will be replaced. As of now, the position for Bakura is open...since I prolly do not deserve the spot anymore.

And really big thanks to Marisa and Falsechaos, for Rp-ing even when everyone else went somewhere (and never came back...for some of us). You guys rock!

Management Tuesday, February 24, 2004 07:35 p.m.

I can do it. I have plenty of time on my hands. ^^;; Edit : Okay, I went ahead and sent out a little email. Yeah. *bows*

May, Yami Yuugi Monday, February 23, 2004 03:35 a.m.

im still here

malik ishtar/mardkulk Monday, February 23, 2004 08:23 p.m.

Yeah, I think we should email everyone and ask if they want to keep playing. If not, we find people to fill in for 'em. *thumbs up* I guess we should have a designated emailer person...

Marisa Monday, February 23, 2004 11:14 p.m.

Here we go. Two ideas. Either we ask everyone who wants to keep on playing to post within a week or email everyone asking if they want to keep on playing. We also need to get ahold of the moderator and find out what's up. How's that sound?

May, Yami Yuugi Sunday, February 22, 2004 11:04 p.m.

Yeah, it's just been Falsechaos and I for the past few months...who knows where the owner of the RPG went. Or anyone, for the matter. I guess we could start recruiting new people.



*prods the RPG to life* It's like we might as well just do it over AIM, if we can't get people to come back.



Psst, Falsechaos, I did post. *points down* In case you didn't see.

Marisa, Honda, Isis Monday, February 23, 2004 03:27 p.m.

... I think the RP has abandoned us. I AM still here. But with no one to write with... er... ^^;; I haven't given up! (Maybe we should consider getting new players? For those who haven't posted in more than 4 months or so? Hmm?)

Mayflower, Mayhem, Yami Yuugi Sunday, February 22, 2004 06:48 a.m.

Dammit! I'm stronger, more handsome, and more masculine. So why is HE on top?



But...I did basically tell him to do this. And...it does feel pretty good.



Change that to VERY good.



I fight the urge to groan as I arch slightly against him, furling the comforter with my hands. Things this good have to be illegal in some way. It's just not possible. Actually, Ryuuji should be illegal.



He's the only one who's ever made me feel this way.



I wrap an arm around his neck and bring his head closer, kissing the tip of his nose. "Hey..." I swallow. Suddenly, I'm at a loss for words. I know what I want to say, but I can't...say them.



"Ryuuji, I..." Dammit, Hiroto. What's your problem? All you have to do is say it. "I...think I love you."



Simple words that can't express how I feel.

Hiroto Honda Sunday, February 22, 2004 09:29 p.m.

A bit of challenge in your voice, Hiroto? Hm. I think I'll have to take you up on that. I squim and twist beneath him. A quick shove and twist and pounce later and I'm perched on his hips. Like a satisfied alley cat, I grin down at him. "Is this better, Hiroto?"


I lean down and place a teasing kiss on his nose. His skin is warm and smooth beneath my palms. Brush a thumb over rose-tinted coin of flesh. Drink in the gasp that passes his lips. A light flush on his face mirrors my own. He's beautiful like this.


I thrust down against him. "This better?"

Ryuuji Otogi Sunday, February 15, 2004 02:41 a.m.

"Expecting me to do all the work?" I breathe, smirking as I ran my fingers through his beautiful raven-black locks. I brush his cheek with my thumb, staring into those emerald-green pools. He's so...



...so...



...pretty. But not pretty like a girl. Pretty like a boy.



Still looking into his eyes, I toy with the zipper on his pants. "Well?"

Hiroto Honda Monday, February 9, 2004 05:59 p.m.

Well, since no one else seems to be here but us...I'm sure we can go for anything. *goes off to write post*

Marisa Monday, February 9, 2004 05:53 p.m.

Marisa- I'm comfortable with anything we can get away with. ^_~ Not sure about what we're allowed to do on the board.... So... Whatever we're allowed to get away with, I guess!

falsechaos Wednesday, February 4, 2004 10:52 p.m.

Quick question, falsechaos; how [un]explicit do you want to get? I don't want to do anything you're not comfortable with...

Marisa Wednesday, February 4, 2004 06:42 p.m.

He's heavy. But he's also quite warm and eager, so I'm not going to complain. I reach up and finally tug off that damnable shirt. His skin is smooth under my palms and I revel in the feel of him. A gentle kiss flares into something a little more desperate, a little more fierce.


There's an awkward honesty to this. It's something I've never felt with any of my previous partners. And... it's something I don't want to feel with anyone else. Only with him. With Hiroto.

Ryuuji Otogi Monday, February 2, 2004 12:47 a.m.

"You complain too much..." I murmur in Ryuuji's ear before swiping my tongue against it. After touching his face for a moment, I gesture to the bed. "After you."



Ryuuji sits on the bed, and kneel in front of him, placing my hands on his knees and pressing my lips to his. I tease my tongue along his mouth, leaning forward slightly. Then I push him-- gently, of course --into a laying-down position, straddling his stomach and kissing him more desperately.



"I need you..."

Hiroto Honda Saturday, January 31, 2004 09:45 p.m.

Boring wallpapers slide mercifully past my eyes. I'm sure there's furniture we ran into/walked around, but I can't say for certain. I'm too busy hurrying with Hiroto up the stairs. A door slams shut behind me and I'm pushed against a wall.


Not that I care.


Not when Hiroto is busy paying such nice attention to my neck. Of course, I'm rather busy trying to pull his shirt off. "Bed. I think we should-- Ah... that's nice..." my voice breaks off into a low purr when he chances upon a sensitive spot behind my ear. "Hiroto..."


I really hope no one's wondering where we are. I don't think either one of us is in a mood to be interrupted. ((ooc: no worries. glad to hear from you!))

Ryuuji Otogi Saturday, January 31, 2004 12:30 a.m.

~mardkulk~ hello???? im all alone... my yami dumped me ya know....

Monday, January 26, 2004 12:34 p.m.

"We...we're in the garage?" I stutter, almost gasping as Ryuuji presses against my lap. Sure enough, a quick glance around reveals that indeed, the setting is still the garage, and I am suddenly aware of the cold concrete beneath my butt. I can feel Ryuuji's chest shudder slightly as he chuckles, and I mock glare at him before standing up.



"Inside we go, then..." I say, leading him through the door and up the stairs to my bedroom. My parents aren't home. Good. As soon as we reach my room, I press him against the wall and kiss him briefly. I move my lips across his cheek and down his neck, pausing to lick the nape of his neck, then blowing on it.



Wouldn't mom be pleased to know that her darling little son was actually gay?



[OOC: I. Am. So. Dumb. *headdesk* Sorry for leaving you hanging, falsechaos! ^^;]

Hiroto Honda Sunday, January 25, 2004 08:50 p.m.

Bum-ba-da-bum-bum-BUM! Today is the one month anniversary of nobody posting ANYTHING!! Just thought I'd share.

Ry-chan Sunday, January 11, 2004 09:48 p.m.

I plung the knife inside of me and fall off the bridge railing... dont tell me i missed the fatel spot again, i think hitting the cold water below... i watch the swirling water around me, i cant breath!, i think again, i then realize i dont want to die... but what's the point of living?......my yami.... no!... he no longer care's..... then why?..... i slowly faid into darkness.... voice's... who's there? i say weakly half happy and half wishing they had just left me to die....... the voice is framilar....but who!!!.... i half open my eye's but everything's to blury to see i faint again......

Malik Ishtar Thursday, December 11, 2003 11:47 a.m.

Tch! Sitting astride Hiroto's hips and almost touching in that desperate place that needs to touch his most desperately of all. Slight chill of moisture against my neck and the warm gust of his breath in my ear. These damned leather pants are tight enough to begin with, but they seem to have shruken another size.


"I think it merits further study," I manage to reply. I'm proud of myself. Nice and steady. "Maybe we should move inside. Not that your garage isn't a romantic setting..." I say with an arch of an eyebrow and a teasing smile. I rock my hips gently against his, to get the point across. Pressure, relief. Pressure, relief.


I don't know if he's making any more of those interesting noises.


I'm a bit too busy making my own.


ooc: good luck on the thesis, marisa! i'm sure it'll turn out great.

Ryuuji Otogi Saturday, December 6, 2003 02:37 a.m.

I fight the urge to swallow and say, almost shakily, "Nope, not there, either." Nice way to keep your composure, Hiroto, so slick, that you are. I feel Ryuuji's emerald stare on me and I meet it. We have a five minute staring contest before I wrap my arms around his waist and press him closer to me, brushing back his jet black hair and lightly nipping his neck.

He arches slightly, and soon he's straddling my lap and brushing up somewhat on me. Not that I mind. I grin into the nape of his neck. This is what I call intimate.

"Do you want to investigate that spot a little more?" I breathe in his ear.



OOC: Sorry it's so short. Damn thesis is taking up too much time...I could only spare five minutes for this post. ^^;

Hiroto Honda Thursday, December 4, 2003 05:00 p.m.

And does anyone live? [poke, poke]

falsechaos Tuesday, November 25, 2003 10:26 p.m.

hello??? yami malik????? isis????? its getting a little chilly up here *shivers* a little tired of waiting here!!!! hello? anybody????

mardkulk/malik Friday, November 7, 2003 11:32 a.m.

The gentle sincerity in Hiroto's voice causes a blush to settle on my cheeks that has nothing to do with laughter. And here I thought I was going to be the suave, charming one. Not that I'm complaining.


I shift so I'm sitting astride his lap, face to face. He makes a rather interesting noise in the back of his throat. A subtle rocking of the hips and increase in pressure and he repeats the strangled sound. I bend down and dip my tounge into the hollow of his throat, lightly trailing upwards until I reach his mouth.


"Nice," I say, making a point to lick my lips. "Mocha's always been my favorite flavor." My fingers are back to tracing the curves of his back. Lower and lower, teasingly close to the waistband of his pants. "Ticklish there?" I breath into his ear.


"Nope," he replies with a tone of smug amusement.


Damn. Or maybe not. One hand remains pressed agains the small of his back while I reach with the other to flick open the button of his pants. I drag a thumbnail along his zipper, not quite daring to do anything else. "What about...here?" I ask with my own tone of smug amusement.

Ryuuji Otogi Friday, October 31, 2003 03:17 p.m.

You know how people say beauty is only skin-deep? That's a blatant lie. Ryuuji is beautiful inside and out. Even his laugh. Apparently I've touched a ticklish spot. Damn him, he ruined the intimacy of the moment. Ah well.



"Maybe we should find *your* ticklish spots."



"I have none," I scoff. I grin playfully and tickle him again. Ryuuji rolls on the floor, spluttering and giggling. I pin his hips down. "Calm down. Geez."



This sends him into another fit of laughter, so I shut him up by pressing my lips against his. Well, that was successful. Soon we continue what was going on earlier and I press against him, not allowing him to sit up. Suddenly his breath catches. I stare at him confusedly, but the look on his face tells me that I've rubbed up against him.



I get off of him and let Ryuuji sit up, whose face is red and hair is slipping out of it's normal ponytail. I pull it out, letting his glossy black locks fall to his shoulders. "Beautiful," I murmur. "You should wear your hair down more often."

Hiroto Honda Thursday, October 30, 2003 07:06 p.m.

"It sounds like a good start." I'm not quite sure how we wound up on the floor on our knees, but I'm a little past caring at this point. There's this sudden need to soothe those awkward emotions that now lay open and raw between us. I'm kissing him again, as softly and gently as I can manage. Told him how I felt, I just...I just need to show him. His trademark hair style is messed slightly when I run my fingers through dark brown strands. Oddly soft, despite the hair gell.


A sudden spark shudders through me. Chaste is alright... occasionally. Heat is better. Soft and gentle becomes frantic and wet with barely a moment to mark the transition. Open palms splay across the bare skin of Hiroto's back, hands sneaking under his already untucked tshirt. He tugs my vest off and I can distantly hear it land it a corner with a rustle of cloth.


Suddenly his fingers graze a sensitive spot on my ribs and I'm doubled over laughing. "Hi-ro-Hiroto!" I manage to sputter between gasping breaths. I mock glare at him a moment before a wicked grin crosses my face. "Maybe I should try looking for your ticklish spots..."

Ryuuji Otogi Wednesday, October 29, 2003 12:24 p.m.

I stare into Ryuuji's emerald-coloured eyes. "Idiot...I wasn't going to leave you," I say. That should've come out nicer, but..."I thought you were going to leave me!" I exclaim suddenly. Ryuuji's face conveys that hurt look again.



To make up for my outburst, I quickly kiss him. His lips tighten for a moment against mine, then accept. I don't know how long we stayed like that, but when I finally lift my head, we are both out of breath.



To answer his earlier question, I say, "You can keep me for as long as you want. I don't want to leave. I want to be with you for...ever." Did I just say that?



Ryuuji's eyes widen as I get down on my knees and look into his face. "I know...it's so sudden for both of us," I continue. "But...I think..." Shit. I'm not the sentimental type, but here goes nothing..."I think I'm in love with you, too," I finish. There, I said it. Ryuuji's eyes are so wide now, they look like Yuugi's. "I'm not going to leave you unless you tell me to, Ryuuji," I add. "So...what's it going to be?"



[OOC: Edited. I forgot myself in this entry, and made it past tense. -_-;]

Hiroto Honda Tuesday, October 28, 2003 08:47 p.m.

"I think I know who's good enough for me and who isn't!" I snap. Why is his face blurring in and out of focus? Oh, that's right, I'm crying. "That just so happens to include you, you idiot!"


Why is this hurting so much?

I want to step away from him and run to that far away place where my dignity and common sense have no doubt fled. I tighten my arms around his waist. I want to get away from my stupidity and impulsive mouth, not Hiroto. You can't just tell someone something like that not and expect some sort of reaction like that, right?


Deep breath, think rationally.


I'm not exactly being fair to him, now am I? He brought me here expecting... A brief grin flicks across my face. I know exactly what he brought me here for and I have no arguements whatsoever with that. But then I go and spring that sudden little declaration of... something.


He shifts nervously, but doesn't let go for now. Works for me. I tilt my head so I can whisper in his ear. "Can I keep you? I know this is sudden, I wasn't really expecting to say that myself, but it's what I really feel." Now I'm looking into his face, trying to read his expressions and reactions. "I'm not asking for a lifetime commitment or anything, just... just can we try? Can I keep you for a little while?"

Ryuuji Otogi Tuesday, October 28, 2003 10:18 a.m.

Uh...

Oh.

'I love you.' He said that, didn't he?

He's hugging me now, while I stare at some spot above his head, basically shocked. "Hiroto?" he asks, tenatively. I swallow hard and push him away a little harder then I meant to. He looks hurt. Well, more then hurt. More like heartbroken.

"Just let me think..." I say, hastily. Otogi--Ryuuji--still looks worried. "Let me think," I repeat.

It was all happening so fast. Too fast. Why am I so moronic? This is my fault. After what happened with Yuugi, I sought Ryuuji for...what, comfort? And now this is turning into something different.

I hadn't even been thinking of how far this would go. Just some boyfriend and lover thing, no complications, just hugging and kissing and...sixty-nine-ing? Not a bad thought...

Focus, Hiroto. You told him you were thinking, so get your mind out of the gutter and think already.

But I've already made up my mind.

I turn back to Ryuuji. "I..." He looks up, his eyes slightly red. Was he crying?

I bit my lip hard and embraced him tightly, kissing the nape of his neck. "I'm not good enough for you," I say, shakily. Great, now I'm crying too. "I'm not worth it," I continue. "I'm not..."

Hiroto Honda Monday, October 27, 2003 03:40 p.m.

"Aibou?" I ask, turning to Yuugi and trying to ignore Anzu's stinging remark. How was I to know my sarcasm would be such a problem to her? It wasn't as if I were trying to hurt her... maybe she's just jealous? Whatever the reason, she's occupied now... so I think I'll just take Yuugi back home. "Do you want to go home now? Because we can... if you want."

Yami Yuugi Saturday, October 25, 2003 07:31 a.m.

Wow, I'm sorry... I've been 'Netless/computerless for the last... long time... and then every time I tried to get on here I couldn't. ;__; Never fear! Yami Yuugi and Mai are back! Now I just have to go read up on what's been happening... oh and my Yuugi is back! Yeay! *grins*

Mayhem, aka Yami Yuugi and Mai Saturday, October 25, 2003 07:29 a.m.

For a few startled moments, the pieces refused to connect in my brain. Didn't know--ah. Ahem. I have to resist the urge to smack my head. 'No reason to feel guilty, no reason to feel guilty,' I repeat a few times mentally. It wasn't as though he had shown any lack of knowledge or enthusiasm earlier. Of course I never bothered to ask. Although given previous events, I think that's excusable to an extent. Not that I'm one to crow about having that much previous experience.


I reach up and rub a thumb across the blush staining his cheeks. "That's a nice color on you," I say with a slight smile. "I take it this would be your first time with a guy?" Not quite certain what that sudden twitch of his head might have been, but I'll assume it was a nod. My free hand is now resting comfortably on his hip, pulling him just that tiniest bit closer. "Care for a few lessons? We can study a while, or try the crash course."


The words hang startled in my mind for a few seconds. When did my voice become hollow, stilted, like I was a second rate actor rehearsing half-hearted lines? I pull away from Hiroto. The heat remains tangible between us. I take a few steps towards the door. No problem walking the several miles back to that lonely apartment above the game shop. No problem walking away from something that's become so suddenly real and sincere.


"I think you've complicated things a bit, Hiroto." I wrap my arms around myself. It's chilly, that's all. I'm not shaking because-- Damn it, I'm just not shaking!


The heat that's touched his face is replaced abruptly by a chill in his voice. "And what's that supposed to mean?"


And once again, I am such a stupid moron-- No time to berate myself. "If this were just another casual fuck," nice job, keep it cold, "there wouldn't be any problem. We'd have our fun and get on with our lives. But--" and here is where the cold seems to shatter, "it isn't. I've never-- Not with any I cared about like this, but--" Blunt. Be blunt and spit out this nasty knot of words. "I love you."


Too blunt. Bit too blunt. Wasn't really expecting that myself.


Don't give him time to think about it. Just close the distance between us and wrap desperate arms tightly around him. I'm trying to hide my face in the crook of his shoulder and speak at the same time. "Maybe I love you. I don't know, I've never felt this. If I don't, then it wouldn't be that hard to love you. One dance and a date and I'm already proclaiming my...something for you. Never let it be said I do anything by halves."


Why, yes, yes I am rambling.


"Hiroto?"

Ryuuji Otogi Saturday, October 25, 2003 05:06 a.m.

I give an amused smirk at Otogi's reaction to the care I give while parking my bike. He has an almost determined look on his face, like, 'Hn. I'm better then some motorcycle.' Then he asks, "So...now what?"

I reply, with a smile teasing at my lips, "Whatever you want." He stares up at me.

"That's it?"

"Can we pretend it was your idea?" I say, half serious. "I don't know, how to..." I trail off, embarrassed. God, am I the only guy my age who *hasn't* gotten laid? I'm one of the manly-est men out of all of us. Well, not really. Now that I'm gay. I used to be after Shizuka, but she was a bit oblivious to the whole thing. Plus, she seems happy enough with Anzu.

It's funny. Otogi used to want her too, and now we're together like this...

Otogi's still staring at me. I feel a blush creep into my cheeks. "Oh, so you've had some too? Dammit," I mutter.

What the hell should I do now?

Hiroto Honda Thursday, October 23, 2003 10:06 p.m.

i get onto the ship and head tward my old bedroom what's the point of living anymore? i think...... the pharoah has his hikari and the tomb robber has his.... but where's mine when i need him?..... i open an old drawer and pull out my father's ritual knife...... thinking weather or not to take my own life.... i soon decide that if im going to go im going to go in style..... i walk out of my room and get of my boat, i then get on my motorcycle and head of tward the bridge, when i arive i climb to the top of one of the railing's listening to the wind blow and the and the bars creak....... i put the kife to my heart and say in a low tone..... if this is not meant to happen please let someone stop me now... weather it's my sister or my gods forsaken yami!!!!

malik ishtar Thursday, October 23, 2003 11:32 a.m.

"Your place," I answer quickly. "We can call later or something to find out how everyone else is doing." Honda nods and we're back on the road again. Green blurs around us before fading into the curious gray noncolor of swiftly passing buildings. A short while later, we live the true city and enter the suburbs.

"Nice," I say, looking around at the well-kept yard. The bike is parked carefully in the garage. Raising an eyebrow, I consider that I could very well have competition for Honda's affections from the machine. "So..." I purr into his ear, "now what?"

[ooc: glad to hear ya live, marisa! hope all is well with you.]

Ryuuji Otogi Thursday, October 23, 2003 01:19 p.m.

I smile. Being tactless isn't *that* bad of a thing.

Well, Kaiba and company are certainly taking their time getting her. But I don't want to be caught here, just in case they do arrive.

I get back onto my motorcycle and pull Otogi on behind me. "My place or yours?" I ask, twisting around and kissing him on the cheek. [OOC: I posted, finally! ^^; I know it was awhile, but I've been busy and stupid...long story. Yes, falsechaos, I am alive.]

Hiroto Honda Wednesday, October 22, 2003 08:10 p.m.

when my yami doesent awnser i walk over to my bike despritly trying to ignore him...... i get onto my bike and ride off tears streaming down my face..... what next????? i think as i head back to the boat i had come to battle city on....... when i got to the boat i looked at the millenium simble on the side.... oh well it no longer matter's i think as i board the boat thinking weather or not to go home!!!

malik ishtar Wednesday, October 22, 2003 11:51 a.m.

My yami doesent do anything so i step back...... what's the matter? he still doesent awnser......... FINE i say and start to walk off..... dont go he say's in a comanding tone....dont go! i say under my breath and why not? i turn around and look at him square in the eye.........he doesent awnser me......ok would you quit ignoring me...... im not your pet and expect an awnser!!!

Malik Ishtar Tuesday, October 7, 2003 12:38 p.m.

I tackle Seto to the seat again before he can answer a negative. "Three times, please. And be sure to go reeeeeeaaaaal slow." I turn off the intercom completely, before turning back to Seto. Pouncing on him swiftly, I give him a few scattered kisses across his face, before making my way lower towards his abdomen. He lets out a small moan, and I smirk against his heated skin. In a way, I still can't believe he's my... can I say boyfriend? I suppose so, but then if you think about it, that'd kinda make me seem like the girl... I stop, scooting back to lean on one side of the limo and cross my arms. No way am I being the girl. I mean, hey, look at me... I've got plenty of muscles! AN: How the hell do you spell that word?!?! But what if Kaiba thinks of me like that... That's just... wrong, I guess. My chest contracts a bit, in a painless way, but gives me the feeling that I'm wrong. But hell... if I'm right... where would that put us?

Katsuya Jounouchi Monday, September 29, 2003 08:23 p.m.

Wow! What a night/morning!*giggles* I guess everybody seems to be in quite a rush to get home. I wonder how Malik is going. I wonder why Yami no Malik behaved the way he did. He seemed to be really worried that Malik was hurt. hmmm... Bakura was acting different too. I hope he'll be alright. I wanna go home to get some rest with mou hitori no boku. *sighs* He's giving me a wierd look. What is he thinking?

Yugi Monday, September 29, 2003 06:59 p.m.

im getting tired how come no one's writing it's bad enough i have to wait for yami no malik to reply!!!! cant we get this thing moving again!!!! you cant tell me all the rpers have stoped writing already!!!!

malik_kun/ mardkulk Monday, September 29, 2003 12:23 p.m.

Well, it seems as if everyone is just taking off and going where they please.
"I'm going to go home now." I tell the remaining few. There's not really any point in staying here when everyone else is leaving. I don't know what I'll do once I get home. Maybe ask my Yami what all happened during his- our- outing...

Ryou Saturday, September 20, 2003 11:41 p.m.

*bows* I am so, so, so sorry, falsechaos. I died on you there(just when it was getting good as well). But with this hurricane ordeal and the fact I don't have any electricity except for a generator, aside from being busy with school, I just haven't had the time.

Also, as stated before, I've run out of ideas for the RP. *sweatdrops* I know. I'm pitiful. Hopefully I'll get power and an idea soon. Sorry again.

Marisa Saturday, September 20, 2003 09:52 a.m.

Yes yes, the RPG sorta has died hasn't it... Sorries and apologies from my side as well, but the weather over here's been pretty stormy... and I don't have a surge protector so I've been kinda half afraid to turn on my comp sometimes... I'll try to see if I can get a hold of my roommates comp (as I have done right now) but I don't know how long it'll be until I can post again... Sumimasen!

Kitsune Hashiba Friday, September 19, 2003 08:27 p.m.

Being annoying again. Is anyone there? [poke, poke] [prod, prod] We need a yahoo group or message board or something so we can post out of char messages. Yanno, stuff about where storyline is going, chara interaction... [pokes again] Anyone there? Will delete message after couple days so it won't clog board.

falsechaos Thursday, September 18, 2003 10:58 p.m.

i look at the strange girl did she just call me master???? i give a small smirk and put the knife in my pocket i then run over to my Yami who seem's more shocked than impressed and give him a hug..."my Yami" i wisper in his ear always mine nobody else's

Malik Ishtar Friday, September 12, 2003 12:17 p.m.

It's gotten warm out here. (brain sizzle. smells like eggs) I huddle against the car. An anchor of sorts because we're a bit too close to the pier. A shudder racks my spine. I've never liked the ocean, cold and treacherous and pulling with a gravity that has nothing to do with the moon. But he stands there, looking up at a ship. Please tell me we won't be getting on--

What's that? An engine of some sort, it's roar cutting through the slap of the waves against the wood of the pier. A motorcycle. The rider slows to a stop and dismounts from the machine. He shines like my captor. But where my captor gleams like slick light refracting from freshly shattered bone, this one shines of the desert, searing and burning. And yet... This other seems as oddly deadly and fragile as a mirage. (there and here but not anywhere at all) He must be a mirage. He is my captor brought to a more human level.

This other isn't a brother. Something about the way he steps, the way he approaches my captor. A familiarity in the reactions of their speech and body language. They play off of one another. They must communicate through the Morse code of their blinks. So much more is being said than what they are saying. (words can't hear the words) There is an odd completion, seeing this newcomer interact with my captor. Two ends of the same spectrum of light bleeding together. Perhaps this newcomer isn't a newcomer at all, one being an extension of the other. I know this as intuitively as I know the sun will rise in the east.

The salty air is cloying in my nose and solidifying in my lungs. (sharp crystal lungs cut me as i breath) Hack and cough and I can breath again. Suddenly I'm slammed against the car with a hollow 'whumph!' A knife licks along my throat for the second time this morning.

"He's mine!" the newcomer hisses in a voice filled with venom. "He belongs to me!" Amethyst eyes sear my line of vision. I can't stand that gaze! Cutting through me and disregarding anything of value. I twist my head away, furthering baring my throat to his dagger, but anything to avoid that look in his eyes. (forgotten the colors of my eyes)

"He's yours. Always. Part of you." The words crowd and panic in my throat in their rush to escape. "Always yours. He's part of you." Who am I talking to? My captor or his double. The knife stops it's licking and starts to bite. Flesh parts and begins to weep. (so sad with crimson tears) The newcomer releases his breath in a happy sigh. "That's right. Mine."

"I give my life to you." The words slip free where my courage cannot. My captor stands aloof, watching with mild amusement. I still don't know who I'm talking to. The newcomer still leans with his knife against my throat, no longer cutting. The hangman's trapdoor slams open and I shatter my freedom with one word.

"Master."

(found you at last)

(ooc: sorry for massive post. this one kinda got away from me.)

Dee Haskins Wednesday, September 10, 2003 12:30 p.m.

I look at my Yami with cold hatred in my eye's then look at the strange girl trying to interupt us....wait my yami has a girlfreind!!!! sure she's not that cute but him MY yami!!! i give my other a jealous look and then look at her again..... those guy's at the hospital were just childs play, i finger the dagger inside my pocket and then start to walk tward her!....wait wouldent this make him happy? i stop in my track's....and a strange feeling comes over me i want him to be happy!!!!..... i smirk and start to walk tward her again this time with every intention on finishing what my mind had started im going to kill her!!!!

Malik Ishtar Monday, September 8, 2003 12:33 p.m.

I'd tell Jou that it's too late for second thoughts...that Honda and Otogi have already buzzed off to the mansion...but having him standing there making puppy eyes at me is too distracting. Anzu and Shizuka seem to be discussing plans to hang out together if Shizuka doesn't get grounded...one of the few perks of being an orphan twice over, not to mention the president of KaibaCorp: no one, and I mean no one, tells you what to do. Except possibly Yami no Yuugi, but I'd commit suppuku before admitting that to him. Then again, I once thought I'd rather stick needles in my eyes than have anything to do with Katsuya Jounouchi, and here I am now, his arms around me and enjoying every second of it. As I stand undecided, his fingers go to my ribs again, and I can't help doubling over trying not to squeak aloud...it would be so undignified. I look at him and his grin has become rather wolfish. Well, well...if he wants to play, I suppose there's no stopping him. I nod to Yuugi and his other half, then move to wave at Ryou and Mai, only to be tackled into the backseat of a newly-arrived limo by Katsuya, who hollers a quick good-bye to Shizuka and then slams the door behind him with a foot. Then he's kissing me with the sort of insane energy I've come to associate with him, groping my chest through my turtleneck, which suddenly seems very much in the way. The limosene driver starts the car, and calls back over the intercom in an amused voice, "Once around the park, sir, slowly?" I snarl and disengage Katsuya's mouth from mine long enough to snap, "Very funny, I don't think," before my armful of blond sexual energy knocks me flat again. Honda and Otogi or not, *nothing* is going to prevent us from having all the fun we want at the mansion.

Seto Kaiba Saturday, September 6, 2003 01:22 p.m.

Under any other circumstances, I would have stuck around to wait for my other half (or just abducted him from the hospital room and killed a few orderlies while I was at it); however, my newest "aquisition" was hyperventilating furiously, so I supposed it best to get her where we needed to go before she died. I don't want her dead just yet. Later, probably. I'm currently standing on the edge of the Domino City peir, staring up at the ship my other used to reach the harbour and keep as a base of operations. I bet it's deserted: the Ghouls will have fled by now, considering. Behind me, the woman is shuddering next to the stolen car, probably from being shaken around. An engine revs nearby, and my ears prick up. Hmm, it seems my other has left the hospital of his own accord; I can identify the engine as his, or at least similar to it. My suspicions are confirmed when he reaches me, slowing the bike as he recognizes my figure. Dawn breaks over the horizon, illuminating him from top to toe. My surface. My light. The reality and the falsehood that is Malik Ishtar. His side hasn't fully healed, and I bristle at the sight of his blood. He looks me up and down, the same way I stare at him, and then stares into my eyes, expressionless. "Why did you abandon me there like that?" He says, his voice flat. "I could have been arrested or something." I shrug and grin; the gesture seems to both unnerve and infuriate him. "Don't you smirk at me, you bastard!! I was HELPLESS in that damn place, unconscious! Didn't I TELL you never to take me to a hospital?!!" His voice rises with his rage, and I remember, almost instantly, the characteristic to which the Sennen Rod responds: an obsession with control. In leaving Malik at the mercy of others, in taking that control from him, I betrayed him. Not like I've never done that before, mind you, but this time, an alien emotion wells up in me: guilt. It's weird. A little ways away, someone clears her throat. Malik and I both look up sharply: the woman, looking even dingier in direct sunlight than she did in the morgue, is glancing back and forth between us, curiousity in her gaze. "Umm..."

Yami no Malik Saturday, September 6, 2003 01:04 p.m.

Oh, hitori no boku. I know that you said that in good humour but I wish you would be a little more considerate. I feel your emotions. (embarassed/akward/regretful) At least you know that you said the wrong thing I'm happy. I'm sorry Anzu as is my Yami. Please don't be angry or sad...

Yugi Tuesday, September 2, 2003 04:40 p.m.

I'm so sorry that I haven't updated but my computer died and I can't get to a computer all that often. I will update when I can. Sorry!

Yami Vixen Tuesday, September 2, 2003 04:38 p.m.

Sorry for not posting, guys. For one thing, I'm kind of...stuck. Ahaha...^_^; Also, my internet's been working on and off (mostly off) lately. I'll post hopefully soon.

Marisa Tuesday, September 2, 2003 11:06 a.m.

My brother pretty much bounces back over to Seto's side as soon as Anzu suggests that, leaving me slightly confused as to what his answer is. Probably a yes... ^_^;; In any case, we still have to find somewhere to eat and... "Oh no!" Some of the others turn to look, but hey, there's a plausible reason for my outburst: "I've got to get home! My mom's probably worried sick!" Great Shizuka, you've done it again... this time you're probably going to be grounded for at least a few years if you're lucky... "I've got to go, I'll give you guys a call or something!" Not good not good not good! If I'm lucky, Mom'll check in on me before she leaves, or maybe not try to wake me at all considering it's not a school day, and I did go to a party last night... 'And maybe while she's at it, she'll sprout wings and a tail.' My mom's been checking in on me every morning since the surgery... not likely she's going to stop now...

Shizuka Jounouchi Sunday, August 31, 2003 11:18 p.m.

Hrm. Well, I should, in all honesty be telling poor Ryou what's going on, considering that his Yami seems to have made an unauthorized takeover when he came to... uhm... help, I guess. But you know... ^_^ Seto's standing here and looking kind of yummy so... ^_^ "Seto, let's get going... I'm sure the others can decide what they want to do by themselves, right?" I give him my best smile, (the one that looks sincere, not the other one...) and poke him in the ribs. He squeaks in response. No way. The great Seto Kaiba... ticklish. I file that away for... later usage, before looking up at him expectantly.

Katsuya Jounouchi Sunday, August 31, 2003 11:03 p.m.

Hello? Is anyone out there still alive? [poke, poke, poke] Come on people, we've got an rp here. [looks around hopefully] Right?

falsechaos Saturday, August 30, 2003 12:40 p.m.

i look up from my glass of hospital tea and cant help but wonder where my other has gone,and what trouble he's gotten us into even if we do have different body's we still have the same print's and our identety's are practicly the same.. ..... i dont want to go to jail i say outloud making the person in the bed next to mine look up at me and ask me to repeat what had just been said i take a deep breath and tell him it was nothing.....sure i like tea!!!....although i dont know why?.....i look at the clock and notice that it's almost time for dinner....my stomach growl's at the thought...i sigh again as i remember what food is like in a hospital....man what id do for another falafel i say.... i turn my head to the side and see the nurse come in with a tray of food.... she set's it down on the table beside's me and ask's my if i need help feeding myself...i shoot her a glare and tell her to go away and that i can feed myself.... i might as well go back to the day's of Domino i think to myself and beside's i still have yet to get anyone back for my father's death...... and i still hate little Yugi although i have yet to let him find out about it....as far as im concerned he should just go back to calling me Namu.....i laugh evily as the nurse leave's the room.....i get up still feeling a bit drowzy and walk out the door but not before warning my roomate not to tell anyone about my leaving.... i walk out the door and into the hall way luckly i still have my cloth's i think as i walk into the bathroom to change.....there were about three other's in the bathroom and they all seemed to be talking about duel monster's and were showing off there deck's.....what a perfect way to let out my anger i think as i pull my deck out of my pant's pocket.....at least my other hasent taken Ra away.....i walk up to the person who seemed to have the most impresive deck and chalenge him to a duel the other two only laugh at me....sure kid he say's giving me a strange look but first what are you here for?... did you fall off your tricycle and give yourself a bubu....the other's laugh and add in other rude comment's....i start shaking and cant help but to glare at all of them....oh look he's about to cry one of the other's add...i then remember that i alway's carried a knife in my right pocket just incase somthing hapened to the rod... i start to laugh and asure them that they never should have insulted me in the mood i had already been in...i quickly pull the knife out of my pocket and before i knew it had killed everyone of the i look down at there body's and think to my self and i run out the door and to the nearest elevator...once in the waiting room i start to walk i give a wave to to the nurse at the counter as i walk out the door...the first think i notice is that my other and his car were missing...i look around the parking lot and spot a motorcycle that looked the same as mine i walk over to find out and it's the same type i hop on the bike and do a little wire work to hotwire it....the first place i'll go is to my boat i say then the wherehouse and then the ocean peer although i'll be most likly to find Mako there oh well i sigh as i kick off and ride away......

Malik Ishtar Monday, August 25, 2003 09:29 p.m.

"Daijoubu?" Shizuka asks me after Yami's display. "Im fine, thanks!" I answer smiling back. yami... that little ungrateful... the morning light is shinning on Shizukas face. She's so damn pretty... Oh! My! If Jounouchi heard me saying that, he'll probably lock me in jail. Shizuka looks back, "What is it?" She asks nervously, blushing. She looks even prettier bluchesd.. Oh, again... I just smile wider and then yawn. Shizuka yawns too. We've been up all night! And all we wanted was food. Damn the vegetarians. I keep looking at her. She keeps looking at me... and suddenly dear Jounouchi catches up with us. First he looks at us with curiosity, making Shizuka blush up as hell this time. Then he proceeds. "Change of plans. Mr. Kaiba, doesn't want to see us yawning anymore. Instead, he wants us to eat at his place and *crash* there. Am I an influence or what?" Jounouchi walks beside us, closing his eyes and placing his arms behind his head, ´probably picturing the moment when he'll be able to be all alone with his new boyfriend. He's just like a kid. You can't give a kid a nice new toy, they'll use it until it comes undone and then want to cuddle with it. Poor Kaiba-kun, I hope he stands Jounouchi's rythm. "Are you sure you want us to go with you?" I ask, he glances confused. "I mean, Shizuka and I were going to get some food anyways, right Shizuka?" Shizuka nodds happily. "You should spend some time with your lover..." he smiles at the idea.Probably we should go to the hospital, see how Malik is. How come I get to be the one who worries about everyone and everything? I wait for his answer. "So?"

Occ:Hi! Well, just telling that I'm going back to school tomorrow, so if anyone else is going back I wish good luck ^-^

Anzu Mazaki Sunday, August 17, 2003 07:09 p.m.

A slow grin crosses my face. I tilt my head and soften my voice. "Would that involve that sleeping thing you mentioned earlier, ne, Hiroto?" Maybe now would not be the best time to tease. His lips are thinned and a worried look has settled in his eyes. "I am, and I do. A bed sounds very... nice, right about now." Less talking. More nibbling on his ear. Move in to renew the kiss.

This time I'm the one to tease. Gentle pressure of my lips to his, never quite deepening or sharing breath. Pull back and trail along his jawline. One hand tracing up Honda's spine, the other sliding under his shirt. "I think I'll take you up on your offer." He has such a nice neck. It would be such a shame not to bite. Gently, of course.

At this point, I'm hoping the others will take their sweet time in arriving.

Ryuuji Otogi Thursday, August 14, 2003 03:59 a.m.

I try to process through my feeble brain what Otogi just said to me, but he kisses me again, erasing my mind completely and focusing on only him. Mainly his lips. They are very nice lips. Nice and soft and almost sweet. Like flavored lip balm. No, I don't use that stuff! But how do I know what that tastes like, you ask? I ate a whole thing of lip balm when I was three. Go figure.

Less flashbacking. More Otogi.

I tease his lips with my tongue until he parts them enough to slip it in. This stimulates a low moan from Otogi. I think he's enjoying this as much as I am. But as much as I like it, French kissing on a sidewalk in front of Kaiba's gates isn't the best place. It kind off ruins the whole experienece. We need a bedroom, satin sheets on a queen-sized bed, scented candles and soft music...no, Hiroto! Bad!

I finally move my mouth away from his. He's panting, but so am I. That was the longest kiss I've ever experienced.

"So...you prefer people you love alive, eh?" I breathe. Otogi nods, still slightly out of breath. "Know how I prefer 'em?"

"I couldn't begin to imagine," he replies.

I lick my lips and grin seductively. "I like them in bed. What d'ya say? Or," I add hastily, "if you aren't...if you don't..." Baka Hiroto! What are you thinking? "Ah...never mind. I'm sorry.."

Hiroto Honda Wednesday, August 13, 2003 03:00 p.m.

I'm pulled off the bike. For the love of-- have the others gotten here already? "Don't worry," Honda whispers before kissing me. Guess not. I settle one hand on his hip while the other traces a light path across his chest. Hm. He's making the most interesting noises. But I suppose I am, too.

A distant part of my mind is insisting that I'm acting like your typical desperately hormonal teenager. Another distant part is telling the first that we narrowly escaped being killed and to go stuff it. Obviously I agree wholeheartedly with the second opinion.

Both of my hands now rest on the small of his back, pulling me closer, pulling him flush against me. Honda tilts his head to deepen the kiss. 'Don't moan, don't moan,' I ramble in the back of my head. To hell with it. A faint groan escapes from somewhere in my throat at the sudden increase in contact.

I have to pull away. Don't want to, but for some reason my lungs have decided they need to breath properly. It occurs to me that making out in front of the main gates of the Kaiba estate is bound to be recorded on a camera somewhere. Perhaps now wasn't the best time... But, (I rationalize with a brief mental shrug) we almost weren't here to be making out at all.

Almost weren't here...

"You know that stunt you pulled back at the restaurant?" I ask suddenly. "Pushing Mazaki and Shizuka out of the way, putting yourself in harm's way? If you ever try something like that again, you selfless bastard, I'll save Malik the trouble and kill you myself." Somewhere along the line, the angry statement becomes choked and my voice sticks in my throat. "Not that there's anything wrong with saving people's lives..." A very weak finish, to be sure.

I'm clutching at him now, fingers fisted in the fabric of his shirt. I turn my head to mumble in his ear, "I'm very selfish when it comes to people I care about. I prefer them alive." A slightly better finish. Not that I give him much time to think about what I've said, not when I'm leaning in again to renew the kiss.

personal note: apparently net access won't be a problem this month. need to think more before typing. >_<

Ryuuji Otogi Wednesday, August 13, 2003 07:53 a.m.

My breath catches in my throat as Otogi nips my neck. He asks how we should pass the time while we wait for the others to arrive. I grip the bike handles as he nuzzles the nape of my neck. I lean into him as he continues his ministrations.

Then I decide to take matters into my own hands. I take his wrists and uncircle (is that a word?) Otogi's arms from my waist. I get off my bike, pull him off with me, and turn to face him. He blinks at me with a slightly worried look marring his features. It hits me he thinks he's done something wrong.

"Don't worry," I say softly before pressing my lips to his.

Hiroto Honda Monday, August 11, 2003 03:07 p.m.

The bike turns a corner sharply, but Honda handles the machine like he was born on it. I hold tightly to his waist. I trust him, and his driving. It's the general rules of physics and gravity that have me worried. Not that it really matters. Not when I've got much more pleasant things to focus on. The loud rumbling of the machine that thrums so nicely through my spine. The way Honda fits perfectly against my chest.

I think I could get to like this whole motorcycle thing.

It's hard to tell through the wind stinging my eyes, but I think we're close to Kaiba's. The streets are wider and carefully manicured shrubs and trees line the edge of the roads. Not that there's another house in sight. Somehow I doubt Kaiba would settle for less than maximum privacy.

A massive wall surrounds the Kaiba estate, a sturdy gate blocks us from going any further. We pull to a stop. I tap Honda on the shoulder and he tugs off the helmet.

"Yeah?" he asks.

"I don't think we'll be getting in without Kaiba's gracious concent. And it might be a few minutes before anyone else gets here." I snake my arms back around his waist before he can get off the bike. Tug his shirt out and trace teasing fingers around his navel. I lean in to bite gently at the back of his neck.

Whispering teasingly into his ear I ask, "So, can you think of anything we can do to pass the time while we wait?"

Ryuujo Otogi Sunday, August 10, 2003 01:36 p.m.

A way of getting there? "My motorcycle," I say at once. Aah, my pride and joy. "You can ride behind me." Otogi nods as I lead the way to my motorcycle, put on my helmet, and get on. He mounts onto it behind me. I rev it up and call over the noise, "Put your arms around me and hold on!" Otogi's arms instantly circle my waist.

As soon as I know he's secure behind me, I put the pedal to the metal and we're off on our way. Otogi's practically leaning into me. It's a bit distracting, but I don't mind it at all...

Hiroto Honda Friday, August 8, 2003 12:56 p.m.

I look up from my position on my bed to see the gold-trimmed-white of my soul room fade away into the gold-trimmed-gray of the space between my soul room and reality. I spot my yami heading towards his gold-trimmed-black of his soul room. He's muttering something. All I can catch is "Stupid waist-of-my-time-mortals. Going to breakfast and ignoring everything. Feh."
Confusion spreads upon my face as I call to him softly. "'Kura?"
He looks at me and says, "Take your body back, runt. Your friends bore me."
As he disappears into his black room, I enter the colorful world where my friends are. Everyone (including myself) is heading out of a gruesome smelling diner. I glance around to figure out why it smells so horrid in there and immediatly wish I hadn't. I follow out the door quickly and stand on the outskirts of the cluster of people. With the exception of Seto and Jounouchi (the aforementioned looking annoyed, and the latter looking pouty) everyone seemed happy and upbeat. I find this odd, seeing as how we just walked out of a diner covered in human blood and organs. How that happened, I'm not too sure, so I decide to ask.
"Um... Guys?" A few heads turn in my direction. "What happened in there and where are we going?"
They look at me, dumbfounded. I must have been there for a while and should have known the answer to my questions. I smile and shrug mentally. Oh well! That's what happens when you have a yami who likes to randomly take control of your body.

Ryou Thursday, August 7, 2003 09:55 p.m.

Sorry for the personal message. My access to the net looks a bit sketchy for the next month. In other words, Ryuuji and Dee might be prone to long fits of silence. I'll try my best to keep up with posts, however. Later.

falsechaos Thursday, August 7, 2003 11:24 a.m.

What else is there for me to do? The blade presses against my throat with a frightening intimacy for cold metal. Breath shallow, try not to move. An unpleasant buzzing builds in my head. Too much oxygen. Breath slower, try not to move. (throat, throat, if he cuts my throat i'll have a second mouth to frown with)

We walk past the frightened woman. The stranger opens the emergency door exit and we walk outside. The sun is bright and the air nicely cool against my skin. Not that I care. A killer has a small blade against my throat. But the day could be worse. I could be crawling into that tiny, confining trunk he's gesturing towards. I could be curling up into a tight ball while a loud rumble vibrates beneath me and a slight sense of motion tugs at my gut.

I think I've lost control of this situation.

Hard to breath, hard to breath. So tight in here. Why am I in here? Why did I crawl in here? Where am I going? Calm down. Breath. Questions later. What about now? Rough carpet scrubbing against my skin. The faint smell of wood chips. Pine, perhaps. For a pet? The car must be stolen. Somehow, I cannot imagine this stranger caring for a hamster.

The rumble of the car's engine stops. How long have we traveled? For some reason I'm oddly unable to care. The trunk opens and I blink up at a shadowy outline against the bright sun. He yanks roughly at my arm and I climb out of the trunk. Hard to walk straight. I wasn't in there that long. So where am I now? Salt tints the air with the taste of the sea. I look around. We're at the docks, near the warehouse district, it looks.

He makes no attempt to drag me along, merely walking off. (let's play follow the leader!) Of course I follow. What else is there to do?

I place my fate in his hands with a grim sort of exhilaration.

Dee Haskins Tuesday, August 5, 2003 10:01 a.m.

hey! i just wanted to say that i changed my yahoo user name to www.Malik_kun@yahoo so if you wanted to contact me sorry-bout that....

Mardkulk/ Malik Ishtar Tuesday, August 5, 2003 09:45 p.m.

"Well? What kind of game?" I'm rather impressed...this pathetic female has enough self-control to appear unafraid. *Appear* being the key word here. I can still smell her true fear in her sweat, in the hot scent she gives off in this world of cold, dead things. It could just be simple ignorance, but all humans have instincts, and this one, the modern equivalent of the tomb robbers my other's family loathed for centuries, must have heightened ones to stay alive in this line of work. She may not know who I am, but she knows *what* I am. I pause for a moment, barely aware that I've hefted the scalpel up in my right hand, allowing it to catch the light. Hmm...even the Ghouls, hardened killers to a man, showed fear around my other half, to say nothing of me. Not one of those scum had the personal strength to disguise his terror. But this skinny, small, dowdily-dressed thing is standing there, hiding her fear in the face of Death, and asking me what game I want to play. Something occurs to me; when Malik is healed, he and I will need to gather new followers, since the Ghouls have been run off. It would be useful to have...help. Help for myself, since Malik is behaving in such an unstable manner of late. I almost laugh aloud. I, take a *woman* as a trusted servant?!! Women are weak, frail, inferior creatures, like Malik's mother, damn her...but still. Still. Soft footfalls sound behind me, and someone cries out, "Stop, wait!" My ears prick up. Isis? How did she find me?! Suddenly, I have a fantastic idea, and an evil smile creeps onto my lips. Poor little Isis, who can't stand seeing others hurt...with rattlesnake speed, I dart forwards and slide behind the female tomb robber, holding the scalpel to her throat. I can see Isis' outline now, against the open morgue door; she's stopped, and she's staring at me with horror on her face. The female tomb robber hasn't moved, and her breathing has become more shallow, to keep her neck farther from the blade. On the surface, she's perfectly calm. Clever girl. I snicker, just a little, and call over to Isis, "So, *sister*, did you foresee *this*, then?" She stares at me, her fists clenching as fear and anger gleams in her eyes. "You're *not* my brother," she spits at me. "Let the girl go." I snicker again, then begin to edge away, guiding the female tomb robber with an arm around her waist and a blade at her throat. "Oh, I'll let her go alright...when Malik and I are safely away. If you try to interfere, I'll send her back to you, in pieces, bit by bit. Now, if you'll excuse me..." I keep the blade against the woman's throat and fumble for the emergency exit door handle up against the wall. A few moments later, we're down the emergency staircase and outside, and I flap open the trunk of the car I stole. "Get in," I tell the woman pleasently, removing the scalpel from her throat and allowing her to breathe. "The arm rest in the back seat has a direct opening into the trunk, so if you start to suffocate, just push it open. It's a big trunk, anyway. If you give me any trouble, well..." I let the sentence trail off, watching her as she eyes the trunk dubiously.

Yami no Malik Friday, August 1, 2003 05:14 p.m.

He gleams. Eyes and teeth and a jagged glint of light near his belt that can only be a blade of some sort. This stranger is dark, but not just because he's standing in the shadows. He isn't one of the staff or patients. A predator of some sort, come here for his solitary amusements?

"Play what?" I'm proud of myself. Barely a tremble to be heard. He makes a soft sound. I think he's disappointed that I'm not acting as frightened as I really am. Just give me a few moments and what little spine I've got left will flush merrily down the drain. (flush, flush, there it goes. hope it doesn't clog the toilet.)

The stranger steps forward, still not speaking. A slow grin is spread across his face and violet eyes stare back half-lidded. What in the hell sort of hat...? No quite. A crest of pale golden spikes flaring away from his face. Interesting choice of hair style.

I swallow. A bead of sweat dots my temple and slides down my cheek like a melting cube of ice. The prybar isn't going to do me a damn bit of good. I stuff it back into my pack and stare back at the stranger in front of me. (gold and violet, gold and violet, i'm gonna be killed by colors, by gold and violet) He isn't worried in the slightest. If nothing else, the corners of his lips twitch with amusement. I step towards him. A moth's paper wings to be burned in the flame.

A strange woman bursts in, her eyes wide at the site of the dead. Dark hair and strange dress, but the bones of her cheeks are similar to the gold and violet stranger. "Wait! Stop!" I think she's talking to the other one. Stop what?

"Well? What sort of game?" False bravado is such a waste. After all, he's most likely going to kill me. Even with the other woman here. (...crimson, ruby, scarlet, cherry, vermilion...) I can't help but wonder, though, what shade of red will my blood be when he's done?

Dee Haskins Friday, August 1, 2003 01:49 p.m.

I've been sitting here in the waiting room, trying to work up enough courage to go through that door with that sign reading, "Morgue and Dissection Areas." "C'mon, Isis, you can do it..." I mutter to myself. Finally, I take a deep breath, get up, and enter through said door.

"Oh. Ra."

Bodies. Dead people. More then I've ever cared to see. And, what do you know, there's good old Yami no Malik, and, gasp, shock, he's attempting to kill some woman. Then I realize this is not a good thing. At all.

"Wait! Stop!" I yell, running a few strides before falling back. Here I am, coming to the rescue. But...whose going to come to my rescue? Ah, well, I can think about that later.

Isis Ishtar Friday, August 1, 2003 12:01 p.m.

Modern civilization...mostly I hate it. Fat, comfortable, happy, *living* fools who can't understand the glory of carnage and slaughter; they've assembled societies across the globe that are focussed on keeping them that way. Police officers. Court systems. Murder statutes. Hah! But then, thanks to this obsession these worthless things have with their own safety, they have to have somewhere to store the bodies of those who died violently, perhaps to discover how the deaths occured, and how they could stave it off in future. A morgue. My newest playground and research station. There is no staving me off. I've been having a good time here for the last half hour, while Malik is tended to by the medical staff. There's all sorts of people here, who've died in all sorts of interesting ways. Most of it is old news to me, but there's a few creative cadavres here that I find interesting. Not to mention all the entertainingly sharp tools lined up in pretty, neat, sparkling rows on gurneys. And the room is almost totally dark, just the way I like it. And-- What was that? There's a tiny, tiny noise from among the rows of drawers, a soft uttered curse, but enough to make me slip into the shadows and slink along the walls, towards the source of the sound, and investigate. I wonder, briefly, if I might not have just found a chance to imitate the interesting handiwork here on a *living* subject... The ever-so-faint glow of a nearly-dead flourescent light illuminates a portion of the row as I round a corner, coming upon the intruder. A woman. A woman who is, apparently, digging the gold tooth out of an unfortunate I had examined earlier (he'd died of poisoning...how uncreative, and how boring. It was fun to pry him back open, though). A woman, disturbing my sanctum, my new special place. A woman who's going to join the man she's thieving from, oh, very shortly. I slide forwards, back flat against the wall of drawers, moving inch by inch with the grace of a panther...until I step on something that cracks. Bone, maybe. I must have left a mess earlier. The woman turns, her eyes wide. There's no more use pretending I'm not here. Surprise is gone; now she will see agonizing, inexorable death. I lean forwards, ever so slightly, allowing the glow of the dim light to illuminate my eyes and teeth, but nothing more. My hand slides up to the waistband of my pants, where I had stored an interestingly serrated scalpel some time ago. "Care to...play...?"

Yami no Malik Thursday, July 31, 2003 04:08 p.m.

"Hah! You give me more credit for an iron stomach than I deserve." Again, Honda's warm. A very nice contrast the cold knot that seems to have taken residence in my gut. Nothing wrong with leaning into that warmth a bit further right? Hnmph. For someone who was questioning just a few moments ago whether or not he was even in a relationship, I've certainly gotten very touchy-feely. Just call me the tactile sort. Good thing Honda doesn't have a problem with that.

"How's this for a compromise? We go with them, make sure everyone's okay, and head off." I nod towards Kaiba with a definite smirk. "I think Kaiba's just realized that he won't have Jounouchi all to himself for the afternoon. Not that you'll have that problem with me." A sudden reminder lodges itself in my brain and the smirk fades slightly. Not much, after all, Kaiba still has that strangled smile on his face. "I don't suppose you have any way of getting there?"

Ryuuji Otogi Thursday, July 31, 2003 12:32 p.m.

The jaws of that stubborn cadaver just parted with a satisfying crunch. I put aside my small pry bar and reach into my bag for the pair of needle nose pliers. Damn this is hard! A couple of sharp jerks and wretches later, and the shiney gold tooth is now resting comfortably in a small bag. Right along with a couple of other valuable fillings. Check the body for any other valuables if it's still wearing clothes. Put the tools back into the pack slung over my shoulder and shove the drawer back into the wall.

Sometimes I really hate visiting the morgue.

Always cold. Always sterile, glinting metal. Always the wall of drawers. Always the chance that I'll wind up in one of those drawers along with the rest of the stiffs (hah, look, I made a joke!) some day. But it's a living. Sort of. I can't do this often. And there's always funny questions when I try to hock the gold later. Still...

I glance down at the list clutched tightly in my hand. Another two bodies to go. Only ten minutes left until lunch break is over and the happy little cockroaches will come scurrying back to their job down here. I might be able to get another body if I hurry. Hnmph. If it weren't for all the mutilated bodies coming in on an almost regular basis down here, people might look a bit harder. As it is, a cracked open jaw and missing teeth aren't going to attract that much attention when the chest is ripped (yes, ripped. not cracked and pried, ripped) open.

A sudden noise catches my attention and I freeze. (don't get caught, please don't get caught, don't want to let them hurt me) I grab the prybar from its new perch in some potbellied dead guy's mouth. Might make a decent weapon. If I could get over that slight hangup about hurting living people. Awkward questions are bound to be asked if I'm caught down here.

I'm not expecting the violet eyes that stare out of the darkness with a Cheshire grin.

Dee Haskins Thursday, July 31, 2003 12:30 p.m.

"Up to me, hm?" I pretend to think about it for a minute. "Well, I guess since everyone is going out for breakfast, we might as well join them, eh?" I take Otogi's arm and we walk out the door of the acursed diner. "Then we can think about what to do after that. Unless you can't stomach food right now, we can go to my place." Decisions, decisions. "It really doesn't matter to me."

Hiroto Honda Monday, July 28, 2003 11:23 a.m.

"Alright, enough is enough. If I have to stand around listening to a chorus of yawning and stomach-rumbling, I'll lose my temper, and you don't want that. I'm calling my driver; if anyone wants a lift, you can eat something and crash at my place. If you have a car, either drive it over, or leave it here and I'll have someone pick it up." Aww... Seto... I tug at his sleeve a bit to get his attention, and I can tell he gets my message gets across when his eyes widen a bit before narrowing in annoyance. I lean up to whisper into his ear, "Well... if you called more than one ride..." I left the sentence hanging, before running to catch up with my sister and Anzu to tell them the plans.

Katsuya Jounouchi Sunday, July 27, 2003 06:55 p.m.

Hmmph, looks like sex has addled Yami no Yuugi's brains. I prod him with the arm that isn't occupied with cuddling Katsuya (Cuddling? Me? Dear god, Hell will be sending me ice cream cones next...) and mutter, "Have you been taking lessons in tact from *me* or something? She's had a crush on you since lord knows how long; you could afford to be a bit more sensitive." Yuugi seems to agree with me, because his concerned gaze is on Anzu, who is currently being half-smothered by a very enthusiastic Shizuka Kawai (who seems totally unperturbed that her two former suitors seem to have hooked up...I suppose bouncing back is a Jounouchi thing). I glance over Katsuya's head and notice that Ryou is looking even more love-struck than the rest of us...and a good chunk less sleep-deprived. As if to prove the point, Katsuya yawns so wide one might fall in if one wasn't careful. Honda pauses his earnest, low-voiced conversation with Otogi to snicker at his friend. "Man, are you trying to eat Kaiba's head or what?" On cue, Yuugi, Anzu, and Shizuka all yawn as well. I stare, then mutter, "Alright, enough is enough. If I have to stand around listening to a chorus of yawning and stomach-rumbling, I'll lose my temper, and you don't want that. I'm calling my driver; if anyone wants a lift, you can eat something and crash at my place. If you have a car, either drive it over, or leave it here and I'll have someone pick it up." Someone plucks at my sleeve and I turn to gaze into large, pleading brown eyes. I realize immediately what's got Katsuya so concerned; my sudden burst of charity will make getting any "alone" time for the two of us very difficult. Damn.

Seto Kaiba Sunday, July 27, 2003 05:21 p.m.

Um, yes. I forgotted to say that I is back from vacation, so... um... yeah... That last post was me. Bye!

Ry-chan Wednesday, July 23, 2003 12:39 p.m.

Whee! Look what's happened! My yami, oh my yami, has taken over. AGAIN! Hm... not much to do now. Wander around the soul room. Do nothing. Think about... everything. Think... About... How perfect I felt with my yami sleeping behind me and his arm across my waist... How I wish we could have stayed there forever... How calm and serene everything was in those few short minutes that seem so short and yet so long. Think about how stupid I must be thinking all these things. He could never possible feel the same way about me as I feel about him. I don't think I've ever realized it before, but I think I may be falling for my yami. Ha! That's rich! A light falling in love with his dark! As if the dark could return any of the light's feelings! Are dark able to love? Can they feel anything but, well, darkness, hatred, anger, and... um... other things one commonly associates with darkness? I doubt it...

*sighs defeatedly* I kind of wish what was going on out there. It exhausts my yami and transversly exhausts me for my darkness to have his own body, and I'm guessing that he had it for a long time this time. I'm too tired to even bother trying to see or hear what's going on. Maybe it's a good thing. More thinking. *sighs... again, but in a dreamish sorta way this time* Mmmm... Pretty Yami...

Ryou Wednesday, July 23, 2003 12:19 a.m.

I've come to the decision that whatever the rest of them have, I've caught it. Malik's twin disemboweled a waiter. Our lives were threatened. Malik's twin, yami, whatever, blames us for Malik's injury. That makes for a very pissed off Yami Malik. Who wants to kill us.

And here we are, standing around, discussing food and dates. I believe we have the whole "live in the moment" philosophy down pat.

Speaking of which. Bedrooms or hospitals. I tilt my head and grin wryly at Honda. "Such a difficult choice you've left me with." Tap, tap on the chin. "This'll take some time to consider." The wry grin becomes something of gentle leer as I lean close. "Or maybe not. Maybe I know right now where I'd like to go with you. And maybe that would be--"

The blatting and shrieking of my cell phone.

I facefault and reach for the offending device. Sorry, sorry, Honda. Oh goody, therapist. Seems I've missed that appointment. Don't worry, annoying therapist person, I'm interacting with people on a personal level, none of that superficial interaction you gripe so much about. I grimace and hold the phone away from my head. Close it and put it up. I've got much more interesting people to talk to at the moment.

Back to Honda. Hn. He looks a bit miffed. I can fix that. "As I was saying, maybe that would be anywhere but here." I tilt my head and renew the grin. "So it's up to you."

Ryuuji Otogi Tuesday, July 22, 2003 02:30 a.m.

Shit Yami... I think Anzu was really hurt by that comment. I've known that she had a crush on the other for awhile now. It was kind of obvious what with all the time she tried to spend with him... but... Shizuka looks over to me, and I wave her over. "Can you... go talk to Anzu? She looks like she really needs someone and..." I give meaningful glance over my shoulder to Seto, who's walking behind us with a slightly disgruntled look on his face. She nods, blushing, and runs ahead to catch up with our friend. I fall back into step with Seto. "You know what? I think my sister's got a crush..."

Katsuya Jounouchi Monday, July 21, 2003 02:55 p.m.

I hate you, Yami no Malik, next time we meet stab me, just freaking stab me, I think as I sink in a deep depression, can't believe Yami's words hurt more than Malik's dagger, mhe, I think Yugi and him are going for real, silly me if I still had a little hope. I reply to his words with a shocked look and limit myself to smile with hypocrisy. "Don't pretend you care," I mutter, loud enough to get it out of my system and soft enough to hope he or the rest won't distinguish my words. I lower my head and split from the group, leading my way to the cafeteria.

Anzu Mazaki Monday, July 21, 2003 02:35 p.m.

im taken to one of the bigger room's in the hospital, there are alot-a knife's and other sharp object's... my other would have a feild day i think to myself as im given somthing that soon put's me to sleep... i wake up about four hour's later and look at the clock...3:00AM...i look at the table beside me..Isis!!!... she doesent wake up and im still a little groggy!...who know's what trouble my other has gotten himself into by now!!!!..my other!!!! i say in a low tone! i try to move my hand and then realize that there's a needle in it! i pull it out and lift up my hand!... and then try to get up! it hurt's at first but i do manage to sit upright... im glad Isis is a sound sleeper! i say as i get up... it hurt's more than i thought it would have! i decide i have to find my other! now where would he go in a hospital?....i start to walk tward the door but trip! Isis jerk's her head and start's to snore making me giggle a bit as i get back up and start tward the door again! i look at the clock again 3:30am...it took me that long...i say. i open the door walk out ... if a nurse see's me i'll just say i have to use the rest room.. i quickly go into the restroom and get changed into my normal cloth's wich are still covered in blood so i decide to wash them in the sink leaving it as a total mess... i decide it would be easyer to walk rather than use a wheel chair so i start of down the hallway's...i get into an elevator and arive in the lobby... now where would he have gone..... i look from side to side when i a door swing open and my other walk out.... he seem's rather happy i'll have to ask what hapened...he doesent notice me at first untill i tap his shoulder making him face me... he look's shocked at first then rather anoyed.... arent you supposed to be in the recovery room? he ask's me... i couldent help it i reply the nurse's and docter's were driving me insain and talking about putting me on some type of drug!!! i think it was an antidepresant!....i start to walk tard the car but his hand stop's me! i give him a cold look and say in an angry tone! im not staying here!!! i think to myself and then think about what Isis was going to say when she wake's up!!! i shudder and push him away as i start tward the car again!,this time he's the one who look's insulted!!!....

Malik Ishtar Monday, July 21, 2003 08:41 p.m.

At Anzu's outburst, I place my hand over my heart, pull Yuugi close and plaster a look of mock anger on my face. "I have no such urge, Anzu." I can't help but add, "But from the look on your face, it seems you might." Her sufficently shocked expression leads me to believe that I'm right. Speaking of which, I leaned over, straightening Yuugi's shirt.

"There you go." I whispered in his ear, smiling reassuringly.

So it looks as though we'll be going to breakfast with everyone else...

Regrettably this includes Kaiba, meaning he'll have a straight oppurtunity to challenge me afterwords. Such is life. I suppose I probably earned it for that crack earlier...

Yami no Yuugi Saturday, July 19, 2003 11:02 a.m.

"A restaurant?" I ask, rubbing my ribs. I think going to that veggie restaurant wasn't my brightest idea, was it? Myself, I'm never going back to there, to much flesh and the worst service ever. But its almost morning so there are more restaurants open now, I remember that cafeteria I took Yami once. "There's a nice cafeteria near the arcade, corposes-free, great smoothies." A part of the gang stares at me momentary. "All of you, except for the ones who have the urges to go back to bed..." I glance dangeroulsy at Yuugi and then at Yami,"...can join us for a small breakfast!"

Anzu Mazaki Saturday, July 19, 2003 03:14 p.m.

"Anzu-chan? Are you alright?" This is AFTER I've just crushed her ribcage. Good going, Shizuka. "Sorry about that, I was just really worried." I sit down beside her and take a look at what's going on around us. Half the group is already here, and the other half seems to be coming in bit by bit - including a rather... interestingly dressed Yugi-kun. It seems that hickeys are in this year, ne? =^_^= Kaiba-kun suggests leaving, which doesn't seem like a bad idea considering that... thing on the ground... We head outside and make our way to the beach and the sun starts to come up over the horizon. That's when I remember. "Oi, Anzu-chan... where are we going to eat?" I smile as my brother perks up at this. "Eat? We're going to eat?" ....Oniichan.... So silly. =^_^;;

Shizuka Jounouchi Saturday, July 19, 2003 12:24 p.m.

Hospital. Okay. I run off, dodging the others. Dammit, what am I doing? I can't get there on foot...Malik's motorcycle! I know how to work the thing somewhat. I run home as quickly as possible, grab it, and head towards the hospital (luckily without a cop catching me). As soon as I arrive, I bolt through the door and grab a nurse by the shoulders. "Did you admit anyone named Malik Ishtar?" I ask. The nurse just stares. "You know, tan, white-blond hair?" She nods. "Yes, he's in the ER." Emergency room? Oh no..."What about someone that looked like him, with really spikey hair and an insane gleam in his eye?" "Him?" the nurse says. "I...don't know. I thought he was sitting here." "Thank you," I reply. The nurse walks off and I plop down in a chair, trying to think. If I were Yami no Malik in a hospital with nothing to do, where would I go? My eye catches a door labeled, "Morgue and Dissection Areas." Oh, don't tell me...

Isis Ishtar Saturday, July 19, 2003 12:49 p.m.

Well, this has turned into a three-ring circus and no mistake. Katsuya seems concerned about the car, but I don't care; I have about a half a dozen others. I yank the knife out of the wall beside my head and pitch it to the floor, glancing around the room. Katsuya's finally stopped crushing Shizuka's ribs long enough for her to escape and do the same thing to Anzu, who looks dazed but doesn't complain about being glomped by the red-head. Otogi's hanging off Honda like a limpet (an unfavourable comparison, I know, but he has good cause considering what just happened), and Honda doesn't seem the least bothered by it. Then there are tires, and footsteps, and Ryou Bakura wanders in, followed shortly thereafter by Mai. Both of them are promptly bombarded by talk, most of it starting with, "Bakura, Mai, you're not gonna *believe* this!" Mai catches sight of Yami no Malik's unfortunate victim and turns slightly green; Ryou appears unperturbed. Katsuya, meanwhile, pokes my arm and, with a wan smile, points out, "Well, walking home won't be so bad..." I have to grin. A finger taps my arm, and I discover Isis, my erstwhile date (who, I realize with a sinking feeling, I abandoned at the ball in favour of Katsuya), standing beside me, her gaze on the gruesome scene here. She opens her mouth to ask "What happened?", then shuts it, modifies her question, and asks quietly, "What's going on here? Where's my brother?" Hmph, she's not short on intuition, anyways. "He's currently on his way to the hospital," I inform her, "in my stolen car, which is being driven by his homicidal maniac other half...who, by the way, seems to have somehow developed his own body." Isis nods, distressed but unsurprised. The restaurant door swings open again, and a familiar voice says pointedly, "Well, don't sound so shocked, Kaiba; omote-yami seperation isn't unheard of." Everyone turns to look at Yami no Yuugi, who's standing in the doorway with a seriously out-of-breath Yuugi at his side. Katsuya winks at me and grins over at Yuugi, who's blushing like crazy. Anzu rolls her eyes at Shizuka and then shoots Yuugi a Significant Look(tm), which causes him to blush even more deeply and pull his collar higher to cover the numerous hickeys on his neck. Katsuya pokes my ribs and mutters, "Now how come *he's* got those and *I* don't?" I try to ignore him (it's no easy task!) and turn back to Yami no Yuugi, who's surveying Malik's victim with pity but no astonishment. Yuugi looks positively ill. As sirens sound in the distance, I mutter, "Let's get out of here before someone gets sick." There are nods from all and sundry, and we all troop out to the waterfront and the beach, just in time to see dawn break over the ocean.

Seto Kaiba Saturday, July 19, 2003 09:47 a.m.

Malik, Malik, Malik, what am I going to do with you? I'd always thought you were more sadist than masochist. You're *choosing* not to go to the hospital? Well, sorry, but that doesn't fit in with my plans, my other, not at all...having you die would be a serious inconvenience, not to mention I'd sort of miss you. Ra and Apep, did I just THINK that? I *must* be going soft. I snigger to myself. Either soft, or madder than I already was. Or maybe the tomb robber and the Pharaoh are on to something. I dismiss such thoughts from my head and glance over at Malik, who's starting to shake furiously, and not from anger, I can tell. I hit the gas pedal, weaving around other drivers dangerously, watching for the exit with the sign for 'Hospital' on it. Malik is drifting in and out of consciousness. Belatedly, I realize that it's lucky he bled so much, or someone might ask questions about why *I'm* so blood-soaked. And I don't need that...not yet. I catch sight of the sign I need and pull off the highway, nearly side-swiping a young woman in a Subaru hatchback. (I know this much about cars because my omote's obsessed with them. Never get me started on motorcycles. ^^;) I park the stolen vehicle, then heft Malik in my arms and carry him carefully into the Tetsuki Memorial Hospital emergency room. The nurse takes one look at him and, no questions asked, rushes from the room and returns with a gaggle of other nurses, two doctors, and a gurney. Malik is taken away from me, struggling and protesting, by the oh-so-efficient RNs. However, as they place him on the gurney, I push past them and kiss his forehead gently, as he gazes up at me with pain-fogged eyes. Then I withdraw and watch Malik disappear with his entourage behind the doors marked 'Surgery'. Rishid, I realize, will have a fit once he finds out what's happened to his adopted baby brother. I sincerely hope it kills him, the do-gooder bastard. One of the nurses comes back to me and reassures me gently that "my brother" will be alright, and that if I wanted to have a seat in the waiting room or to go get cleaned up, I was welcome to do so. I nod and look sufficiently distressed until she leaves me alone, and then smirk. My moments of mushiness aside, things are going nicely; Malik should be better in a little while, and then he and I can work on that "plunge the world into chaos" bit. I catch sight of a sign that reads "Morgue and Dissection Areas: Authorized Personnel Only->" and my smirk widens. While Malik's recuperating, I think I'll go amuse myself.

Yami no Malik Saturday, July 19, 2003 09:20 a.m.

After wandering around for most of the night, looking for my brother, I come upon a diner by the docks. And, surprise surprise, everyone is there. Are they throwing another party? Jeez. But then I see the look on everyone's faces and I know it couldn't be another party. And once glance through the window confirmed it. Blood. A corpse. And a knife in the wall. Everyone is muttering something about Yami no Malik and a hospital. "Shit," I murmur. "This can't be good." I needed more details, though. I see Mai get out of her car, but ignore her for now. I walk up to Seto Kaiba and inquire, "What happened? Where is my brother?"

Isis Ishtar Friday, July 18, 2003 02:07 p.m.

"Oh, I don't know." I smirk. "Your place, my place...preferably the bedroom." Otogi coughs loudly. "Hondaaa," he says in exasperation. "What?" I ask innocently. "We could watch TV in a bedroom. We could sleep in a bedroom." I pause. "There are a lot of things one could do in a bedroom with another person." Otogi rolls his eyes. "Or we could go to the hospital and check on Malik." I shrugged. "Your choice."

Hiroto Honda Friday, July 18, 2003 01:50 p.m.

I got in my car, pulling out of the garage and driving a bit recklessly down the deserted street, passing a restrauant on the way, putting on the brakes when I noticed... Yami no Malik and his omote coming out of the window? And Malik... was hurt? I jumped out of the car, noticing Bakura (or was that his other half?) standing in front of the building and watched him enter, following him. I pulled on the cords holding my shirt together again, growling under my breath. First that, now this! A girl just can't catch a break, can she? I paused in opening the door, noticing two more figures approaching. Yuugi and HIS other half. I held the door open for the two, then entered myself, nodding slightly.

As I entered I immediately noticed an awful stench, choking and stepping away from the pile of gore in the middle of the room. Then I noticed the crowd already forming, Kaiba, Jounouchi, his sister, Anzu... Bakura, no wait, that was Yami no Bakura. Honda and, Otogi was it? And of course, Yuugi and his yami. What was this, a convention? "What happened here?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Kujaku Mai Thursday, July 17, 2003 03:06 a.m.

I froze, barely hearing Yuugi's question, barely feeling his lips against my face, as a tremor ran lightly down my spine. "Yuugi... we need to go." I said, slowly. "Quickly, let's get dressed." I leaned over, grabbing the pile of clothing at the foot of the bed and separating my things from it. Something had happened. Something wasn't right. I threw my clothes on, watching Yuugi's confused expression as he dressed as well.

"I'm sorry, abiou. We need to go..." I said, wincing at the brash tone emitting from my lips. "Something happened... by the water, in a restraunt." I pulled on my shoes, speaking slowly. "We need to get there." I grabbed Yuugi's hand and pulled him out of the room, even as he was struggling to put on his second shoe, out of the house and down the road.

Yami no Yuugi Thursday, July 17, 2003 02:57 a.m.

My hair.... Two strands coil loosely in my palm. Forget the hair. That very easily could have been my neck. Or Honda's. Or any of the others. Honda's arms circle around my shoulders and I resist the urge to sag in relief against him. Next time (Lady of Luck forbid) I encounter that blond psychopath, I'll need to remember to bring something a bit better than a silver dinner platter.

"...out of here and continue this 'date' thing somewhere else. Somewhere non-public."

"Honestly, Honda," I say with a wry grin, "is that the only thing on your mind?" I plant a light kiss on his nose, hoping to soften the sarcastic edge that had crept into my voice. "But you're right. We all need to get out of here."

A quick glance around proves the notion correct. What's left of the waiter is starting to congeal in sticky puddles on the floor. And on the table. And on a couple of places on the wall. Malik and his dark did it so swiftly, so silently. Some of the other waiters and customers are starting to crawl out of the woodwork. I swear, they're like cockroaches.

Back to Honda. "So where, exactly, did you have in mind?"

I wrap my arm around his waist as we walk towards the others.

Ryuuji Otogi Thursday, July 17, 2003 02:32 p.m.

I frowned as I watched Yami no Malik drive off to Ra knows where with his injured hikari in the passenger seat. I was torn. Should I go follow him? Maybe walk inside to asked what the hell happened? Or just go home and brood? Well, I'm really not fast enough to go after a car...I should go and find out about tonight's proceedings, but I think after what happened, mou hitori no ore's little friends would be less than willing to...accept me. Oh well, I guess I'd have to act again. I walk in putting on Ryou's concerned face.
"I got here as soon as I can? What happened? Is everyone ok? What are you all doing here? It's morning already."

OOC: -_-;; Sorry about missing all the fun. I got brainlock more than a few times and kept forgetting to post. I'm here now (well, most of me, anyways), so don't worry.

Yami no Bakura Wednesday, July 16, 2003 07:47 p.m.

I'm in just as Yami no Malik leaves, flinging my arms around my sister and checking her over. Wait a sec... "Shizu? Why are you out here this early?" She lets out a sheepish laugh, and gives me a pout. "Aren't you just glad I'm safe?" Ack. "Of course, but still..." She throws her arms around me in a hug, and I let the subject drop. A screech of tires sound just a few seconds later. "Seto? I think we might have to walk back." I look over and see Honda and Otogi talking, something about a date? Well, it's good to see that all these happy couples are forming, but... "Couldn't you track down the car by it's license plate?"

Katsuya Jounouchi Wednesday, July 16, 2003 05:42 p.m.

I fall to my knees in relief as Yami no Malik leaves. "Whew, that was...close. Really close. Too close for comfort." Poor Malik. I never really thought he had the potential to attempt suicide. But you learn something new about someone every day. I was surprised that Yami no Malik looked so worried over his hikari. I haul myself to my feet and look to Otogi, who is twirling a few strands of his hair, looking somewhat upset that one of them was severed. I shake my head and hug him. "Eh, Otogi? Maybe we should get out of here and continue this 'date' thing somewhere else." I grin coquettishly. "Somewhere non-public."

Hiroto Honda Wednesday, July 16, 2003 03:52 p.m.

my dream is sudenly interupted by my other running over a spped bump, i try to move but find that it hurt's more than i thought it would, darn him i say to myself if he hadent interveind.I realize where we are headed and sit up letting out a loud groan, i grasp my side with one hand and put my other one up on the driver's seat next to my other, he doesent seem to notice until i fall out of my seat and start to yell and complain! we both seem suprized that i could still have that much energy after what had just happend.... the car come's to a complete stop as my other jump's into the back seat complaining that i should stay still, i start to protest and say that i dont want to go to the hospital! i'd much rather die! my other push's down on the passenger seat making blood drip out of it and on to my face, that's not funny i say in an angry tone he glare's at me then smirk's and say's, that's your choice? your choosing not to go to the hospital? yes that's my choice i say but am obviously still in pain!!!. i take a moment to realize how cute my other is and start to get up but am stoped and told to get back up on the seat! i roll back up onto the seat and start to curse myself due to the pain! i start to shake and once again look up at my other make me like you!

Malik Ishtar Wednesday, July 16, 2003 10:19 p.m.

i wake up in a strange room filled with hyrogliphic's!!!!! must be a dream, i think as i start to walk on....i decide to follow a bunch of people wearing armlet's and other form's of fancy jewlery.... i sudenly find myself in the town plaza and imediatly recognize it from one of my father's earlyer excavation's...im near the great pyramid's, i take time to notice im wearing different cloth's but stil have my own armlet's on,i start to walk past the festivity's when i see someone.... is that Anzu? i then see Jounochi sitting beside's her but there being called Tea and Jono!!! i shake it off and walk on until i see Isis! she seem's to be ok, so decide to sneak past! but she see's me and grab's hold of my arm.... why is she complaning about my hair not sticking up? a sudden look of realization come's to my face as i decide she mean's my other..... but that would mean.... that he's from anceint Egypt!!!! i try to get away but cant i struggle but feel a sharp pain in my side as i decide to follow her!!!!.... as i follow her i can see Yami no Yugi running by through the shadow's but isent he the pharoh? and why is he dressed as a pessant, i decide i'll find him later and continue to follow Isis.

Malik Ishtar Wednesday, July 16, 2003 09:39 p.m.

Fuck the bitch, she's right. I turn around and stare at Malik, who's looking much the worse for the wear. I might not need his body anymore...but I was born from him. He's the only person I've ever had any modicum of affection for. And dammit, *I'M* the protector here!! Homicidal mania or not, Malik needs medical attention. Unfortunately, this means delaying my gratification of killing...oh, well. I gather my omote up in my arms, carry him to the window, and kick it open, ready to step out. Then, almost as an afterthought, I free one hand, pick up the knife, and pitch it through the air. It whizzes by Otogi's ear, nicking off a strand of his hair, and buries itself in the wall next to the newly-arrived Seto Kaiba's head. I flip the bird at them all, as a parting gesture, then cheerfully add, "Now don't sleep too easily, you lot...I'll be back, I garuntee it!" Then I slip out the window, Malik slung over my shoulder again. As a definite afterthought, I wander over to Kaiba's abandoned car, bundle Malik into the passenger seat, and start it up: looks like Kaiba was in such a state he forgot to take the keys out. I drive off towards the hospital, thwarted and mightily pissed off.

Yami no Malik Tuesday, July 15, 2003 04:27 p.m.

No... This isn't right... even, even Malik doesn't deserve to die this young, and if the other him doesn't act fast, he's going to. "What are you thinking?!" I don't know where this sudden bravery comes from, but maybe it'll work. "If we don't get Malik to a hospital soon, he'll die! Is that what you want?" If so... I couldn't believe that. From what I've heard, even Bakura wouldn't do that to his own hikari. There's a screech of tires from outside as the other Malik seems to make his final decision.

Shizuka Jounouchi Tuesday, July 15, 2003 12:51 p.m.

Oh gods, my sister. Trapped with some lunatic, and only a few other people to hear her scream if he kills her... "Snap out of it." Seto's voice pulls at me, and I open my eyes to see my fingers digging into the leather seats and tearing up the fabric. "...Sorry. I-" He gives me a sharp look before turning back to the road. "I understand." Right. Mokuba. I sit back in my seat and try to relax, knowing that if I suddenly have a panic attack, it won't help matters. "Over there!" I practically leap out of the car, opening the door and getting out before the car had even completely stopped. "Anzu! Are you alright?" I check her over, she's just in shock, and run inside to save my sister... Shizuka...

Katsuya Jounouchi Tuesday, July 15, 2003 12:31 p.m.

I can't say I'm happy to be interrupted in the middle of snogging Katsuya, but when the phone rings and the secretary insists it's urgent, I reluctantly leave Katsuya's mouth alone and pick up the reciever. "Moshi moshi?" The voice on the other end is familiar, shaking with terror. "Thank God!! Kaiba-kun? Jounouchi-kun? Onegai..." "Anzu?!" Katsuya sticks his head next to mine so he can share the earpiece. "What's the matter?" "Please, you have to come help us, that vegetarian restaurant down by the docks..." I know the place. Whatever it is, it must be serious: Jounouchi looks deeply concerned. It takes a lot to rattle Anzu like this, she's almost as tough as my new boyfriend. The last time she was this freaked out was...wait. I hold the reciever close to my ear. "Is it the other Malik? Is that what's wrong??" "Y-yes! He's killed someone already, and I think...no, Shizuka, don't go back in there! SHIZUKA!" The line goes dead. Katsuya and I look at each other with identical expressions of horror stamped on our faces. I leap off the couch and re-button my shirt. "We'll take one of my cars, I won't bother with a driver." Katsuya nods wordlessly, and together we race from the mansion. "He killed someone already..." the words echo in my mind. Oh God, wasn't that the restaurant Ryuuji was headed to...? I look at Katsuya, and his eyes widen in understanding. Jesus, three of his best friends and his little sister are in that restaurant with a homicidal lunatic. I reach the car and shove the door open. Screw the speed limit: we need to get there as fast as we can...

Seto Kaiba Tuesday, July 15, 2003 12:09 p.m.

Have any of you fools ever heard of Kali Durga, the carnage-hungry goddess who danced on the corpses of her defeated enemies? She's going to look like Pollyanna by the time I'm through here. I prop Malik up, gazing at the blood coursing down his side. My other...my other is... I look up and see four pairs of eyes fixed on me, terrified and resolute. Most of the patrons have fled, but Ryuuji Otogi and Hiroto Honda remain, both looking ready for a fight; Shizuka Kawaiis standing in the doorway, and just behind her, Anzu Mazaki, talking into that stupid device...a cellphone or something. No matter. Malik is bleeding. MALIK is BLEEDING. And it's their fault...theirs...they made him weak, unable to stomach the brutality and death that is intrinsic to our nature, and because of them he's *harmed* himself. I swear by Seth and Apep I'll kill them all, slowly, every one. I set Malik down in his chair, ignoring his struggles, and turn to the nearest one, Otogi. He's holding a platter ready to pitch at my head. I grin, pick up the Rod, and use the dagger to pick my teeth. "Really, boy, what are you going to do? Flick dice at me?" He snarls and makes a threatening motion with the platter, but I hold up a hand...one with a vegetable knife in it. "These are so aerodynamic, aren't they?" I remark conversationally to Otogi, who pales. Honda grabs his shoulder and moves as if to shield his little boyfriend, but I'm wise to that. I flip the knife in the air and twirl it lazily. "Now, my only problem is, who to kill first? You can't all protect each other, you know. One of you's going to be left open, and that one gets a knife between the eyes. So, who's it going to be?" There are no answers. Good. I'm going to make you all suffer for harming Malik...

Yami no Malik Tuesday, July 15, 2003 11:50 a.m.

Damn my hormones and damn that idiot! I can hear Anzu and Shizuka making frantic calls for help. Honda's halfway between the table and the door. Malik's dark twin is just looking around with slight amusement. Little ants to burn with the shiney magnifying glass, eh, spikey?

I look around for something to throw. I might be something of a dice freak, but no one can say anything about my aim. Something heavy, something heavy, for god's sake! Fine! I'll settle for shiney and noisy! The metal platter they served our lunch on... it'll do. I clutch at the plate and wait anxiously.

Bad timing all around. Malik's suddenly bloody and I'm at Honda's side. The damned platter will be chucked at the first person who tries to hurt him. We still have to finish the whole date thing, after all.

Ryuuji Otogi Tuesday, July 15, 2003 03:21 a.m.

Jounouchi-kun and Kaiba-kun are on their way. I can't believe I'm goign to do this, but as the sun is finally arising. I dial another number. The phoe rings...one...two...three... "Moshi-moshi?" "Bakura-kun, I need your Yami's help..."

Anzu Mazaki Tuesday, July 15, 2003 12:53 a.m.

I shiver and fall to the ground, no! how can this be happening? how can i? THIS IS ALL MY DOING! i yell and grab the dagger away from my other he wince's wondering what im doing untill i put the golden surface to my heart, THIS IS WHAT SHOULD HAVE HAPPEND ALL THOSE YEARS AGO! i yell again, aparently my other isent the only one staring at me! i think for a moment to decide is this what i realy want? i decide that it is.... i try to push the dagger into my heart but am intercepted by my other, it slip's past my heart and into my side, i gasp as i feel the blood driping down my side and wisper my apology, Anzu start's talking on the phone agian but apear's to have found a new topic, the last thing i see is my other bending over me and Anzu hanging up only to dail another number as i fade into darkness.....

Malik Ishtar Tuesday, July 15, 2003 09:59 p.m.

I grab my cell and search for the invitation in my purse, I type the numbers as fast as possible and on the other side the phone is finally ringing... come on, pick up, pick up... "Kaiba residence?" answers a girl. "Yeah," I say almost crying "...This is Anzu, would you put Jounouchi-kun or Kaiba-kun in the phone?" My voice is breaking. "Sorry, Ms. Anzu, neither Kaiba-sama nor his guest can answer your phone call, would you like me to..." "Put Kaiba-kun or Jounouchi-kun on the god damn phone, dammit!" I shout at her. Wait, what is Shizuka doing? "No!" I shout, but she doesn't seem to listen "Shizuka, don't get back in there!!" "Moshi-moshi?" say to men at the same time. I burst into cries "Thank god! Kaiba-kun, Jounouchi-kun, onegai..."

Anzu Mazaki Monday, July 14, 2003 08:47 p.m.

I manage not to fall on Anzu as we land on the ground outside. Honda, brave as he is is still in there, and I have a feeling that he's going to need help. "Anzu! Your cell phone! Call my brother, he'll help... I think he's still at Kaiba-san's party..." I helped her up before running in to help Honda as much as I could. I may not be much, but I can always try...

Shizuka Jounouchi Monday, July 14, 2003 05:08 p.m.

I look behind me and see Malik and his psycho alter ego. "Shit!" I hiss and shove Otogi under the table. He makes an annoyed exclaimation before I clamp my hand over his mouth and duck under the table too. He makes a noise in the back of his throat, and at first I don't know what his deal is. Then I realize that I'm straddling his ass and it's a very...intriuging position. Focus, Hiroto! This isn't the time to being thinking of that. I see Shizuka and Anzu enter through the door. Dammit! I have no clue what to do. Get myself killed and save the girls or stay here and live? I decide I should save Anzu and Shizuka. I run and shove them back out the door, much to their surprise. I try to dash back under the table without being seen. But I freeze when I see Yami no Malik's eyes catch my own.

Hiroto Honda Monday, July 14, 2003 05:08 p.m.

Shizuka and I enter the small restaurant giggling, now she's the one pulling me behind her. She makes a sudden stop, and I fall to the ground, I rub my head and ask: "What's wr..." My question is interrupted by a gasp of terror of my own, still in the ground, as Shizuka steps back, gasping too. I stand up and tug Shizuka for a quick scape heading to the door but we trip with the puddle of blood under our feet, I cling to the doorknob trying not to fall and lifting Shizuka up with my other hand. I glance at a blonde boy who is holding a bloody knife and smirking widely as the second boy stands by the corpse of what seems like a mangled waiter. "Malik..." I whisper subtlety as his smirk grows wider and more evil.

Anzu Mazaki Monday, July 14, 2003 01:04 p.m.

Teach him...to be more like me? The request floors me, I'll make no secret of that. I thought Malik hated me and all I stood for! But to embrace his own darkness, the evil in his own heart...hmm, a degree of guts and sense I wouldn't have expected from him. And I must admit, it's somewhat flattering, not to mention encouraging. I smile broadly as he returns to the table, a gesture he does not respond to. He glares at me belligerently, and my grin becomes a smirk. "Well, for starters, that 'impotent rage' thing has to go, my other," I purr, gesticulating with a fork. "It'll take a little while for you to accept my methods...to become like me...but we'll work with that. We have plenty of time." I almost can't conceal my glee. This is almost as good as torturing someone! Imagine that: *me*, getting warm fuzzies from something *besides* causing pain. I lean over and pat Malik's cheek playfully, and out of habit he winces. An idea occurs to me, and I wave the waiter over. Malik shoots me a suspicious look and hisses, "What are you doing?", but I pay him no mind. The waiter looks down at me, pencil ready, an expression of utter disinterest on his face. The disinterest vanishes when I grab his tie and yank him down so his head is level with my own. Malik yelps and leaps up to stop me, but I push him away with my foot, a gesture that offends him immensely, and draw the idiot waiter closer. "I'm afraid I don't think much of the service here," I hiss in his ear. He cringes and gurgles out, "Er, do-do you w-want to, erk, talk to the-gaaah management?" I think about this for a minute, then smile sweetly at him, a gesture he rightly finds terrifying. "No; I'm holding you personally accountable," I murmur, and then draw the knife from the Sennen Rod. A few minutes later, Malik regains his wits enough to grab me and drag me away from my victim. Lucky for me the restaurant was so deserted...not that I gave the idiot server any time to scream. Malik, panting, shoves me back against the wall, horror in his eyes. "W-what have you DONE??!" He half-shouts. I smile carelessly and pat his cheek again, leaving a bloody handprint. "Well, since you really want to know, I cut his throat, sliced him open, turned him inside-out, and wrapped him up in a nice little parcel using his own entrails. In five minutes, too. I think that's a personal record." Malik is shaking, his eyes as big as teacup saucers. He holds me against the wall by my shoulders, not really looking at me as he whispers, "Oh, Ra...what sort of creature *am* I?" I'm a little distressed at Malik's recitence, and I resolve to correct that. The waiter was just a utilitarian job: I have yet to show my other how beautiful killing can be. And now that I'm in the mood for it, I scan the near-deserted restaurant for potential new...test subjects...for me to use...

Yami no Malik Monday, July 14, 2003 11:53 a.m.

Breathing is a necessity, I have to stop and remind myself. I pull away slightly and grin at Honda. "Not a bad idea." Our chairs were pushed closer together. Not that it matters. I'm half sitting in Honda's lap anyway, my arms looped around his neck. I just happen to catch a flash of blond over his shoulder.

Who?

A cold chill flushes down my spine and settles uncomfortably behind my knees. Malik. And... Other Malik. Great. There's two of them. Somewhere in the back of my mind I note that Other Malik probably consults the same hairdresser as Yami.

"Honda," I breath softly into his ear. "I think we may have a slight problem."

Ryuuji Otogi Monday, July 14, 2003 01:44 a.m.

"A date shall be..." I smile and then start thinking. We have decided to eat something, but it's almost 3 a.m... "Well, I know the only restaurant still on service, but it's a vegetarian one..." she seems to agree with the idea of eating grass. I grab her hand without noticing it and pull her near me, "Come, is this way, follow me," she lets out a giggle and for the first time in a while I giggle too as we run toward the eatery.

Anzu Mazaki Sunday, July 13, 2003 01:38 a.m.

I look tward the door but no one is there i guess they were escorted to the other side of the room!!!! who do you want to kill? i swear to the god's if you go against me, you can not make me do what you want and by what you've told me i'd have to say you need me!...... my other only smirk's, WHAT? i ask him what are you staring at? my other shoot's me a glare that could rival the cold intencety of any of the god card's!!! in the split second i looked into his eye's my mind was flooded with memory's of my father and mother and of the pain of my family. Tears started to form in my eyes ! make me like you! i say in a rather harsh tone! im tired of not being abule to stick up for myself teach me to be more like you! the qeustion startle's both me and my other i get up and start to walk tward the door then stop wouldent this count as going against my other? i turn back to him and sit back down at the table! explain!

Malik Ishtar Sunday, July 13, 2003 09:56 p.m.

Shell collecting vs Food. If I were my brother the choice would be obvious... I love him to death, it's his appetite I'm worried about... He'll eat his new boyfriend out of house and home, I bet. I can't help but laugh at this thought, and earn a questioning look from my companion. "It's nothing, just thinking about what Oniichan would do..." She let's out a small laugh as well, and I'm glad to see that I can bring at least a small smile on her face. My stomach growls, I hadn't had much at the party and before I had been too busy getting ready and... well, to put it simply, I was hungry. "It seems my stomach agrees with Oniichan's choice, doesn't it? Besides, the tide will go out again, ne? We'll just have to make it a date, okay?" I give her another grin, "So, where do we go for the food?"

Shizuka Jounouchi Saturday, July 12, 2003 02:40 a.m.

Shizuka and I are back from leavind the ''groseries'' at my place, I hope we still have time to go shell-collecting. She's quite a speaker and so cheerful.. as I used to be... anyway, we are making our way back to the docks, hope we don't find anything unpleasant -or anyone- phew, Im a bit hungry, waht about you Shizuka? Though, if we stop by a restaurant now we would lose the shell-collecting, what do you think Shizuka, shall we?


Occ: Sorry I hadn't posted, I got lost on the story and then couldn't open my mail so I didn't know bout the new password >_<.

Anzu Mazaki Friday, July 11, 2003 03:56 p.m.

I wish my other would quit mumbling about shadows and whatnot. Kitten or not, he's getting on my nerves, and hauling him around over my shoulders like a sack of potatoes is more draining than I'd ever imagined. I snarl to myself as I make my way through the docks and the mist, my semi-conscious other half muttering into my ear. Belatedly, I realize that footsteps are mirroring my own. I glance through a junction in the warehouses and notice two figures, female by the look of them, walking in the same direction as I am, probably for the same restaurant. One of them is talking animatedly, the other is giving restrained, rather depressed, answers. I feel my lip curl: I have no use for women, except as objects to inflict pain on. Perhaps it's a reflection of my other's attitude towards them, but the creatures seem positively beneath me. I realize belatedly that this is the longest I've been outside my imprisonment without killing, maiming, or psychologically destroying someone. It's rather off-putting, actually. My stomach rumbles, another reminder that both Malik's and my own bodies need feeding; I increase my pace. Eventually we arrive at the tastefully decorated little eatery. I hate tasteful. Blood on the floor and mangled animal (or human) bits on the wall, that's my atmospheric preference. I manage to shove the door open, and attract the attention of a waiter. The guy stares at me open-mouthed: normally I'd just kill him for that, but I need food and I need it now. Honestly, what's he gaping at? As if he's never seen a spikey-headed Egyptian wander in with his rather scantily clad nearly-identical twin draped across his shoulders like a shawl! I glare at the waiter and hiss "What?" in what I hope constitutes a sufficiently evil tone. The waiter recovers, blinks, and then grins rather snidely and says, "Uh, nothing...no offense, man, but the DBZ reject look doesn't suit you." I blink back, and then smile as pleasently as I'm able to, all the while plotting a gruesome end for this fool. But later, later. "Ah...that's nice. But right now, I'm afraid my, um, boyfrie-brother here has passed out from hunger. Could you bring us something approximating Egyptian cooking?" Phew, nice save, I almost called my other my boyfriend. Even this dimwit would notice something off about that. The idiot waiter nods and escorts us to a table near the back of the restaurant, then leaves to get us some sort of Lebanese dish. I swing Malik down off my shoulders and dump him in the chair opposite me, then sit down, take off my cloak, and place my elbows on the table, fingers intertwined beneath my chin, face impassive save for the slightest look of superiority. It's my "let's make a deal" look, something I rarely use, that I learned from watching that thrice-accursed tomb robber Bakura. I sit there, watching Malik thrash and moan in his chair, and briefly decide that my other is rather cute. Although he'd look better with someone's entrails looped around his neck. Rishid's, for example. Or maybe Yuugi's. Oh Malik, if only you knew how much I am the cause of all your sorrows...my train of thought is interrupted by the waiter's arrival. He plunks a plate of food down in front of Malik and walks off as if he does this every night. I shrug and reach over, slapping Malik until he's awake (sort of), then I scoop up some falafel with a pita and stuff it into his open mouth. He chokes for a moment, then settles down and chews properly. After a minute of this, he attacks the plate voraciously, cleaning it of every scrap of food, before settling back with a contented little burp. Then he fixes on me and realizes I'm his dinner companion. His eyes narrow. "You didn't answer my question," He says shortly, his voice cracking. "Oh?" I smirk. "*What*?" He emphasizes with a fork for good measure, "What do you want with me? What do you have planned?" My smirk broadens. "Everything. Nothing. A few little things. You know, the usual." He gives me the patent Malik Is Not Impressed look. "Whatever it is, I bet it involves killing someone. Right?" I stare at him for a while longer, then pretend to pout. "Oh, dear, am I that predictable?" He picks up his fork and waves it under my nose. "I warn you, if you try to go against me, I'll..." "You'll what," I murmur, reaching out to touch his chin with my index finger, "kill me? My dear, sweet, messed-up little other, you *are* me." He opens his mouth to say something savage and biting, when the bell attached to the restaurant door tinkles, signalling the arrival of other customers...

Yami no Malik Thursday, July 10, 2003 11:02 p.m.

my other only smirk's at the question i had asked him, what? i ask again... he stop's and turn's around only to see Anzu and Jonouchi walking by, he sudenly stand's up and start's to walk tward them. what could he have planed. he'd beter not hurt anyone!!!! i try to stand up but find myself unabule to...i then realize that i hadent had anything to eat all day!..man i'm hungry i say as i slowly slip into darkness!!! i wake up in a dark room!!!!! could this be the shadow realm? but why? how? i'm not being taken over by my other... could this be some side effect of him having his own body? i mean he was created out of my pain! so could it be that iv also lost part of myself? that would explain the feeling's and emotion's that iv kept hiden!!! as i look around i can see the shadow's of Yuugi, and Ryou but my own seem's to be missing! what could this mean?.

Malik ishtar Wednesday, July 9, 2003 10:48 p.m.

I frown. This game wasn't much fun anymore. It reminded me of Malik's other and the task at hand. Although I enjoyed seeing him blush like that, which I admit is cute in that "I have control over him" way, there were things that must be done.
"Calm down. I was just messing with you."
I stand up and walk over to him, taking his chin and tilting his head up so I can see his eyes. His flush deepens. I bend down as if to kiss him, but at the last minute, I turn my head so that my lips were near his ear.
"Do not worry about Yami no Malik. I will kill that bastard."
And with that I retreated to the Ring to contemplate on how to defeat Yami no Malik.
OOC: Things are getting a bit drab, ne? We need to liven things up. Although I realize some people are still on the night of the party. Eheh...

Yami no Bakura Monday, July 7, 2003 05:50 p.m.