Love Lies

Social Enemies

            Duke and Tristan both stood back in complete shock as they flipped on the basement
light. Isis and Mai had resumed their fun after Marik had left figuring nobody else would
interrupt them. Tristan stood with his jaw dropped.

“Isis? But.....but.....”

Duke on the other hand had a big grin on his face.

“Whoa! Mai!” he exclaimed.

Isis and Mai gave up on trying to have a little fun and put their clothes back on.

“Hey Duke” Mai groaned. She seemed rather irritated.

Duke wasted no time. He lunged at Mai and pinned her to the couch. His emerald eyes sparked
with desire.

“Fuck baby! That was hot!”

Duke wildly pressed his lips against Mai’s and began kissing her fervently.

Isis sat quietly with her head bowed. Tristan walked up to her biting his bottom lip.

“It’s really over?” he gulped.

Isis continued staring down at the floor. Her long hair covered her face.

“Tristan.....I’m sorry.”

Tristan clenched his fists tightly. His bottom lip began to trembled as he walked in front of Isis
and put his hand on her shoulder.

“You can’t really mean this. It can’t be over.......our baby.....”

Isis began to cry as Tristan stroked her hair.

“Tristan, there’s something you need to know.”

Tristan was starting to worry. He reached up and cupped Isis’s chin in his hand.

“Than tell me.” he said in almost a whisper as his eyes met with Isis’s tear-filled sapphire orbs.

Isis took a deep breath as tears began to spill down her cheeks.

“The baby isn’t yours. I’m sorry Tristan, I lied to you. I’ll understand if you never forgive me.”

Tristan released his grip on Isis and stepped back.

“Say.... what? It’s not mine? But......but.....who?”

Isis wrapped her arms around herself protectively as she looked away.

“Duke”

Tristan’s eyes burned with anger.

Duke overheard Isis reveal the truth and pulled away from Mai.

Tristan couldn’t believe what he had just heard. His hands started to shake and he broke out in a
cold sweat. He began to back away with a look of horror on his face.

“Duke...Isis...how could you?”

Isis took a few steps closer to Tristan, but he held up his hand.

“No! You stay the hell away from me!”

A tear rolled down his cheek.

“I dedicated myself to you and the baby Isis......I took care of you.......I payed your way.....how
could you?” he stammered.

Isis covered her face.

“I’m sorry......I didn’t mean for it to be like this.....I love you Tristan, I didn’t want it to end like
this.”

Tan wan wiped the wetness from his eyes and glared.

“You lied to me.....”

Isis fell forward and dug her fingers into Tristan’s chest.

“No......at first I thought it was yours. Honest.”

Tristan put his hands on Isis’s shoulders and gently pushed her away to get her off of him.

"Don't touch me. Don’t you think you’ve done enough lying? It would be nice to hear something
true out of your mouth.”

Isis fell to her hands and knees and broke down crying uncontrollably.

Duke and Mai quickly got up and sided up to her.

Tristan didn’t wait around to see more. He took off running upstairs without looking back.

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            Bakura squeezed through the large crowd gathered in the kitchen and made his way over
to the refrigerator. He opened it up and smiled as he grabbed himself a nice cold beer.

He heard a lot of commotion coming from the dining room, so he decided to check it out.

            Quite a bit of time had passed since Marik and him had went down stairs to initially talk
to Ryou and Malik. A large number of people had cleared out since than, leaving only the more
“hardcore”party goers remaining in the house. Bakura was blown awaythe the amount of
destruction. Aluminum cans, broken glass and spilled beer mingled amongst the remains of what
were probably priceless artifacts belonging to Ryou’s father. They had done some “adjusting” to
the music too. Upbeat d mus music had been replaced by some a bit more pleasing to Bakura’s
ears. He mouthed the words of the song as he stepped over a passed out Bandit Keith. The
change in music could only mean one thing-Marik. Bakura knew “Freaking Out” by Adema was
one of his favorite songs. With as loud as it was playing, Bakura knew just knew Marik couldn’t
far. Bakura pushed his way through the crowd around the table and stopped. His eyes fell on two
competitive blondes going head to head in a race to chug down an entire pitcher of beer. Bakura
crossed his arms in front of himself and watched the “race.”

            The spiky haired blonde slammed down an empty pitch and wiped his chin.

“I win.” he said firmly as he cast a smug grin at his opponent.

His opponent still had a long ways to go before finishing his pitcher. He glared as he set it down
on the table in front of him.

“Yeah yeah. You only won because you got a bigger mouth than me, Ishtar.”

Bakura smirked at Marik as he stole a cigarette out of a pack laying on the table.

He casually placed it between his lips and chuckled.

“You can say that again.”

Marik turned his head and glared at Bakura.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the preschool prostitute.”

Bakura ignored Marik’s insult and lit the cigarette with a lighter he also found on the table. With
a clever slight of hand, he managed to slip the lighter into his pocket. The “lighter game,” as
what he called it, was a challenge for him to see how many lighters ouldould get away with

stealing. He took pride in his massive collection of stolen lighters that he’d hidden in Ryou’s
closet. After all, he wasn’t going to let his finely tuned thieving skills go to waste just because it
was the 21^st century now!

               Bakura shoved a random party goer out of the nearest chair and took a seat. Joey’s eyes
got huge as he gaped at Bakura.

“Wow Ryou, you look like shit.”

Bakura scrunched up his nose.

“Do I look like Ryou, you dolt?”

Joey took a closer look at Bakura and jumped back: right into Seto’s arms.

“AHH! It’s YOU!”

Bakura casually took a drag of the cigarette he’d stolen and chuckled.

“Last time I checked, yes, I’m me. Got a problem with my being here?”

Joey cringed and curled up in Seto’s arms.

“Dude, he’s ugly! Somebody put a bag on his fugly mug!”

Bakura rolled his eyes.

“Just shut the fuck up before I send you to the-”

Marik wagged his eyebrows and cut Bakura off mid sentence..

“-Shadow Realm?”

Seto ran his fingers thru his hair and groaned.

“Not this crap again.”

Suddenly, Noa burst through the open patio door completely out of breath. Serenity was
following close behind him. Noa ran up to Seto in a frenzy. He practically screamed in Seto’s
ear.

“Is Mokuba in here? I’ve been looking all over for him for over an hour!”

 Seto’s eyes got huge.

“Mokuba’s missing?” He stammered fearfully.

Joey jumped out of Seto’s arms and in front of Noa.

“For real, man? We better go look for the little shit!”

Joey jumped up on the table and put his fingers up to his lips. He whistled sharply to get
everybody’s attention.

Everybody within earshot turned at and focused on the drunk guy whistling on the table.

“HEY, PEOPLE! LISTEN UP! MOKUBA KAIBA’S MISSIN’, SO EVERYBODY START
LOOKIN’ FOR HIM. HE’S ABOUT AS TALL AS ME WITH LONG BLACK HAIR.”

Bakura looked up at Marik and rolled his eyes.

“Is this kid on drugs? He just described half the mongrels here tonight.”

Marik nodded his head. He didn’t seem very interested in what Bakura had to say. His eyes
began to glaze over. Bakura also noticed that he seemed to be looking quite pale all the sudden.
Could he be feeling sick?

Marik clenched his stomach as he went on a dead run out the open patio.

Bakura got up from the table and peeked out the patio.

“Need somebody to hold your hair?” he snickered as the sounds of Marik heaving echoed into
the night.

“Fu........ck.......YOU!” Marik managed to yell back.

“What? Fuck me? You really think your capable of that at this point?”

Marik fell to his hands and knees. Upon hitting the ground, he felt a baseball size rock under his
hand. He quickly grabbed the rock and chucked it straight at Bakura.

The rock whizzed through and caught Bakura between the eyes. He fell backward into the house
and threw his hand on his head.

“Owe.....Fucker.....” he groaned as laid there in a daze. The room started to spin and slowly
everything started going light.

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            Seto quickly got on his cellphone and called in his best Kaiba Corps detectives.
Everybody who was at the party either left or went out to help search for Mokuba.

            Joey and Serenity teamed up and went to go take a look around the last place Mokuba
was seen. Joey, who was extremely drunk, was more of a burden than a help. Serenity had to
hold him up just so they could get anywhere.

“Joey please, you need to try to sober up. We need to find Mokuba!”

Joey giggled like an idiot and sat down in the grass.

“He probably ran away on purpose.”

Serenity looked around on the ground for anything that might be a lead.

“What makes you say that?” She mused as she inspected the area.

“Ever since I moved in with Kaiba I’ve noticed him and Mokuba don’t get along so well.”

Serenity noticed a crumpled up piece of paper laying in the grass and picked it up.

“I still can’t believe you and Kaiba are together. I always thought you two hated each other.”

Joey shrugged his shoulders as he stated into the dark street.

“I don’t know why either. But hey, living at Kaiba Corps beats living in that roach motel I was
calling home!”

Serenity looked over the piece of paper and gasp.

“Oh my god, Joey! I think I found a clue! We better get this to Kaiba right away!”

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“Ryou? Are you okay?”

Ryou slowly opened his eyes. Everything was blurry. All he could make out what bolts of blonde
hair.

“Oh wow Ryou! You had me scared! What happened here? Where did everybody go?”

Ryou could feel the pressure of a wet cloth on his forehead. He head throbbed with pain. The
first rays of the sun steamed over his body through the glass patio doors.

“Yugi? Is that you?” he ask in a raspy voice.

Yugi took a hold of Ryou’s hand and nodded.

“Yeah, it’s me. Are you okay?”

“I don’t know......I can’t remember anything.”

Yugi removed the washcloth from Ryou’s forehead and ran his fingers lightly across a very
swollen bump.

“You took quite a blow it looks like. I found you unconscious about 20 minutes ago. We must
have thrown quite a party! I don’t remember much either!”

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And so the plot thickens, eh? I bet you're wondering what I'm going to do with Mokuba, right? I
promise I won’t let him suffer long........they’ll find him in the next chapter. Hey! Where’d Marik
go anyway???? *grin*

Next update: Tuesday