Disclaimer: What d'you
think?
OK people, in case you're
wondering, I didn't even dream about writing a fan fic until November, so all
the dates here are messed up. And once again, thank Caro and Catherine since
they convinced me to write Falling Into the World of Yugioh and it just needed
a sequal, so I wrote The Return. The reason why I decided to continue this in
another fic was because all stories need endings and they really annoy me if
there are no endings.
Chapter 4
Living
With the Ishtars
“I’m
bored,” I complained to Caroline after school.
“I
know,” Caroline agreed, “I wanna go back.”
I
got up to answer the phone, “Oh, it’s my mom.” I pressed the talk button.
“Hello?”
“Liz?”
Mom’s voice came from the phone, “Can you make some rice?”
“Sure.”
“What’s
wrong?” Mom sounded concerned, “You don’t sound very happy.”
I
took out an Oreo ice-cream thing from the freezer, “No, I’m just tired.”
“Are
you sure?”
“Yeah.”
I
hung up and turned to Caroline and continued as if we hadn’t been interrupted,
“But if we go back, there’s no guarantee that we’ll get adopted, we might be
sent to the orphanage.”
“I
know,” she answered going up the stairs. Obviously, she was gonna go on the
internet at our house since she was banned from the computer at hers. Yeah, I
know, I really shouldn’t let her on, but hey, Caroline was being deprived of
the thing that her life depended on. Okay, her life didn’t depend on going on
the internet, but you get the point.
Anyway,
you can pretty much figure out what we did her. You know, go to school, do
homework, practice flute and piano, and in my case, get mad at my parents for
forgetting all about my birthday! Eh, point is, we were bored and practically
died four times for every second. Four’s a good number, I know that was
pointless to say, but it’s my lucky number, besides twelve. Twelve’s a good
number too.
November 16,
2002
“Why’s
Seto here?” I asked Caro.
Seto
was standing on Ryou’s doorstep when we woke up from our nap. It was our last
night there before we were either adopted or sent to the orphanage.
“C’mon,
open this fucking door before I change my mind!” Seto yelled.
Annoyed,
I opened the door and glared up at Seto. “You know, it’s hard to answer the
door when you’re asleep,” I tried to say it in a nicer way, but like I’ve said
a million times, you try waking up at 3:00 in the morning then being not grumpy
when someone wakes you up at 7:00.
“Get
outta my way shorty,” Seto pushed me aside as he strode into Ryou’s house.
“Caro!
Marguerite! Seto pushed me and called me shorty!” I complained even though I
thought it’d be very unlikely that Caro and Marguerite would beat Seto up with
the adoption hanging on by a very slight chance.
However,
I was wrong, Marguerite seized her ever-faithful metal pole and Caro punched
him in the stomach. They only hit Seto about eight to ten times though.
“I
decided to adopt you,” Seto muttered as we sat down for breakfast with Bakura.
Bakura was holding Caro’s hand, duh.
“Really?”
Marguerite was stunned, “Even after what we just did to you?”
I
picked her metal pole up and was about to put it away when Marguerite grabbed
the other end.
“Don’t
touch my pole,” she said in a dangerous voice.
I
dropped it to answer the door. “Yay! Hey Isis!”
Isis
smiled and held out some adoption papers. “He agreed and all that’s left are
you signature and a picture.” (I don’t know if that’s how an adoption procedure
goes, so bear with me people.)
“We’ve
got new homes now!” I announced happily.
“Yeah,
we know,” Bakura looked reluctant to let Caro go. “Now, Seto, Isis, GET OUTTA
MY HOUSE!”
“Bad
Bakura!” Caro scolded Bakura, “Don’t say that to Isis!”
“What
about me?” Seto demanded angrily.
“You
shouldn’t call Hemsut shorty,” Marguerite replied simply.
“I
love you guys,” I thought happily as I started to pack my stuff. “Okay, I’m
ready to go,” I told Isis cheerfully. It never once occurred to me that I might
spend every night of that entire week fearing for my life.
Isis
took my hand as I waved goodbye to Bakura, Caro, and Marguerite. If you had
been pushed and insulted by someone, would you wave to them? Didn’t think so.
Right
before we got there, Isis turned around to warn me, “Marik mostly won’t really
like you unless you give him a gift. Do you have anyone he can, you know.”
“I
have a long list,” I answered, realizing my danger, “D’you think he’ll be
satisfied with a lot of annoying people from school?”
“How
many people are at your school?”
“Ummm…”
I paused, trying to remember the number, “I think around a thousand.”
“Yes,”
Isis looked shocked that I was willing to give up so many lives. Actually, I
wasn’t and I’m not but I need to stay alive with some bluffs for at least this
one week.
************
“You’re
going to school,” Isis said simply the next day. I had actually lived through
the night! That was a surprise.
“That’s
gonna be hard,” I answered.
“Why?”
“Because
I need to go back to my world,” I explained, “And I need to work or else Mr.
Moto would never forgive me for making him pay for Caro’s medical bills when
she broke her arm.”
“Sounds
interesting,” Marik joined in, “Is this one of the bastards you want me to get
red of?” He smiled evilly.
“At
least he smiles once in a while,” I thought gloomily.
“No, you can’t kill
Mr. Moto,” I replied much to his distress.
“Damn!” Marik
yelled.
I
sighed. No matter whose house I had gone to, there was always someone who loved
to swear…besides to Motos. To try to cool him down, I started to name a few
people, “But instead of Mr. Moto, how’s Bill Bleakly, Jon Reny, and Mr. Wilson,
and other people.” (These are real people. Bill and Jon hate Yugioh even though
they don’t even know what it’s about and all the sane kids at school are kinda
afraid of Mr. Wilson)
“Humph,”
Marik stomped out.
“Why
don’t you just not go back?” Isis asked me.
I
turned to get my coat, “’Cause we need to go to school there.”
Isis
opened her mouth to say something, but she was cut off by a car beeping. We
looked out the window to see Caro and Marguerite waving at us happily. I guess
they were happy that I was still alive. Just then, I heard Marik running down
the stairs.
“Stupid,
trespassing, fuckin bitches!”
Isis
gave me a “he always does this” look.
“I
just hope they didn’t hear him,” I told Isis, completely hopeless.
“Fuck
yourself you bastard!” I heard two voices yell in unison.
“Okay,
forget about that,” I said, not surprised.
“THAT’S
IT!”
Isis
sighed. “I’ll stop him from killing them.”
“Allow
me,” A cloaked figure headed toward the door.
‘Wow,’
I thought, ‘Was that Rishid?’
“I
have to go to work now,” Isis got up from the kitchen table, “Do you want to go
with Caro and Marguerite?”
“Hn?”
I can get sidetracked easily, “Go where?”
Isis
gave me a “are you on this earth” look. “If you don’t go to work at Mr. Moto’s
game shop, then go to school.”
“Never
mind! Come with us! We’ll drop you off at the museum,” I offered.
“Let’s
first ask your friends.”
I
remember regretting going outside. You’ll see why.
“GET
OFF MY LAWN!” You see.
“WE’RE
NOT ON YOUR LAWN YOU BASTARD!” Caro yelled back.
“Rishid
was holding Marik back with some effort. “Marik-sama! Isis-sama doesn’t want
you to kill them!”
“Yeah!”
Marguerite yelled, “Listen to your elders! BASTARD!”
“LET
GO OF MEEE!” Marik had foam around his mouth. Ewww!
I
dragged everyone besides Marik and Rishid into the car. “Take cover!”
“Why?”
The driver was obviously totally clueless to what was going on.
“Isis,
does Marik have rabies?” Caro asked Isis as she closed the sunroof.
Isis
hesitated before, “Unfortunately, yes. He got bitten by a dog back at home.”
Marguerite
stuck her head out the window, “Have fun with Marik, Rishid!”
“Hey!
That was mean!” I scolded her, “Rishid, come on, we’ll bring Marik to a
doctor.”
“What
about a vet?” Caro suggested. Marguerite cracked up.
“Thank
you,” Rishid panted, carefully getting in with Marik still trying to break
loose.
************
“Well,
we finally gave him the vaccinations,” the doctor told us with obvious fear. He
was bleeding in various places on his arm where I’d rather not know what Marik
did to him. “Next time, please bring him to a psychiatrist first.”
“We
tried that,” Isis whispered to me.
I
giggled quietly.
Rishid
stepped up and whispered to Isis, “Isis-sama, what made you decide to become a
mother?”
“Not
this again Rishid,” Isis responded, “I already told you, I pitied Hemsut and
she’s a sweet girl, you’ll see.”
“Have
you considered Marik-sama and Malik-sama?” (Remember, Malik is the yami.)
“Yes,
I have,” Isis said in firm voice.
“Umm,”
I hesitated. I wasn’t sure what to call Rishid. “Uh, Rishid-sama?”
Rishid
turned around, “Just Rishid, Hemsut-sama.”
“Fine,
but just call me Hemsut or Liz,” I held out my hand, “Deal?”
Rishid’s
rough hand closed around mine, “Deal, Liz.”
I
looked up to his scarred face and saw, very faintly, a ghost of a smile.
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I am not in love with Rishid, so don't get any ideas! He's my uncle you
perverts! Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I have this entire story written
down in my notebook and once again, I'm being lazy and not copying it onto the
computer. Now Marik and Yugi are taken, sorry for all you people who like them,
but it's first come first serve. Remember, if you wanna be hooked up with
someone, my email's umblezamb@yahoo.com If you hate anyone in particular,
I can put a little bit of violence in my fic. There's already some Tea and Miho
bashing coming up. I feel sorry for them. Before I forget, does anyone want
Hemsut/Liz/me become more evil?