Alrighty... Here's the fun thing... This fanfic was a challenge from my
best friend. The one who originally got me hooked on fanfics? Yep, that's
the one. Anyway... I had to include a specific pairing and five out of a
list of lines that she gave me. Granted, I used a whole heck of a lot more
than just five. Used all, but, like, two of the 20 or so actually... The
pairing she challenged me to use is the original pairing. Then I spend the
whole fic breaking those two up. *grins* Ah well.
Let's see... I apologize if this sounds just plain stupid to anyone. It's tuned to the sense of humor of my best friend and me. So lots of you might find it just plain odd.
Let's see... The usual for names I suppose... Malik is Malik, his yami is Mariku, then there's Ryou (the hikari) and Bakura (the yami)... Yami refers to Yami Yugi... (course, he's mentioned, like, once in the whole fic...)
I'm sure you can figure it out... What else was there...
Oh right! Rishid has fallen off the face of the planet it would seem... ~_~() I started writing this back before I got my Japanese DVDs and realized exactly what his relationship with Isis and Malik is... So yeah, I kinda didn't have him in here... So he's, erm... Off travelling somewhere... ~_~() Which could explain, I suppose, if you want to think about the whole fact that he seals Mariku, why Mariku can be running about as such... But yeah, anyway... So, apologies for lack of Rishid.
And now for disclaimer... *Spotlights flood the front center of the stage and sad bagpipe music begins to play* (those can sound really sad...)
Silverscreamer steps forward, hands clasped in front of her and head bowed. "I... Do not own YuGi Oh..." Bursts into tears and runs from the stage crying.
*Gets thwapped by best friend* Oh! Ack, sorry! I don't own the insult that Bakura uses for Malik pretty early off... She came up with that a good while back... the whole bleached blonde thing... you'll know when you get there...
((That ended up being a lot longer than I meant for it to be... Sorry... ~_~() heh...))
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Chapter One: Unpleasant Surprise
"And get a look at this. This is quality merchandise for free, here. To think that Ryou's always complaining about needing money." Bakura grinned and glanced at Malik. Frowning when he noticed that his friend wasn't looking at him he raised an eyebrow. "And the pink and purple striped palm trees look simply marvelous in the Egyptian deserts don't they? And you just have to love those blue camels the size of elephants that dance around in your bedroom, wouldn't you agree?"
Malik gave a slight nod, obviously not listening.
"Are you paying even the slightest bit of attention to me?" Bakura screamed, practically in his friend's ear.
"Ack!? Huh?" Malik jumped and looked at Bakura, his eyes wide from being startled.
"I'll take that as a no. I don't take kindly to being ignored, you know. I'm feeling very insulted." Bakura glared at Malik then turned his attention back to watching where he was walking. "Stupid, bleached blonde, Egyptian bimbo." Bakura grumbled as he shoved his hands into his pockets and continued trudging down the street.
"Insulting, too, it would seem. Although that's nothing new." Malik muttered. "Stupid albino freak..."
There was silence as the two walked. After a while, Bakura finally growled in annoyance. "Ok. So what in this accursed time is wrong with you?"
Malik raised an eyebrow and glanced at him. "I was just thinking of something." He answered simply.
"And?"
"Just thinking."
"Don't make me hurt you."
Malik shot a quick look at Bakura to see his very annoyed expression. "Uh. Right." He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's probably nothing. I've noticed that my sister has been acting a little weird lately. Just made me wonder if there was something going on that I didn't know about."
"Your sister's always weird."
"You know what I mean! Weirder than usual."
There was silence again as they stood at the street corner and waited for traffic to stop so they could cross the street. As they started moving again, Malik looked down at the Millennium Rod that he was carrying around with him. "The most worrying thing about this. Is that Mariku has been acting oddly, too."
Bakura raised an eyebrow. "Mariku acting oddly. It's like that's never happened before."
"Bakura-"
"I know. I know. Odder than normal. What, has he stopped trying to kill random passersby just because he doesn't like the way they look?"
"Actually. Yeah. That is, he hasn't done it in a while anyway."
Bakura stopped walking and stared at Malik. "Now that is scary."
Malik stopped and turned back to his friend, nodding. "Yeah. It's like something has made him less psychotic."
Bakura shrugged and started walking again. As Malik fell back into step with him he thought this over. "What about Isis? How's she been acting different?"
"She's gotten a bit meaner. More strict about certain things, but at the same time she seems to be acting more wild than she does. I don't know. She doesn't seem to be spending as much time on her work as she used to all of the time, either."
"That is weird. You're sister's always working."
Malik nodded and looked up as they approached Ryou's house. "Well, it was illegally fun, as always." He grinned at Bakura. "Have fun with all that stuff you pilfered there."
"You too. And perhaps next time you won't almost get yourself caught." Bakura smirked evilly.
"Hey, if I wasn't too busy dealing with the security guard that was coming after you, than I wouldn't have had anything to worry about. Good thing you were able to make them forget, though, or we'd never be able to go in there again."
Bakura glared at Malik before turning and walking up to the house. "Call me once you get some class." Malik rolled his eyes and watched him. He always enjoyed what came next. As Bakura shoved the door open, he began shouting at Ryou for not having supper ready for him. Ryou wasn't big on eating supper early, but Bakura would rather not wait.
Chuckling to himself, Malik turned and started down the sidewalk once more. For some reason he couldn't help but enjoy listening to Bakura yell at Ryou. It wasn't that he didn't like Ryou, he just found it fun to watch him quiver in fear as Bakura screamed at him. He knew he should probably sympathize with the lad, considering how his own yami treats him. But who cares? It wasn't like Bakura would ever actually hurt him. at all really.
"Wonder what Isis is up to. And is Mariku in on it?" He mumbled, thinking aloud to himself as he walked towards home, a bag full of stolen merchandise swinging back and forth in one hand, the Millennium Rod in the other. "I better watch my back for a while. Just to be on the safe side." He decided as he walked up the stairs to the large front porch of his home. He enjoyed having a rich sister who could afford all of the finer things in life. Of course, that didn't stop him from enjoying some free goods every once in a while.
Opening the door to the house, he stepped into the foyer and pushed the door shut. He then walked to the living room so he could take the side stairs, not expecting Isis to be in there. As he swung the door open and stepped into the room, he was immediately disgusted at what he saw. Mariku was on the couch with Isis on his lap. Her arms were around his neck and his around her waist. It was obvious that until Malik's arrival that they had been seriously enjoying each other's lips (and probably tongues). Now, though, Isis was staring at him, wide eyed, while Mariku just grinned evilly.
"Ra damn it! Get a room you two!" Malik shouted as he started towards the stairs. After just two steps, though, what he'd seen actually sank in. He whirled around to face them, pure terror etched with revulsion built into his countenance. "Wha. wha. What in the name of Ra is going on here!?"
Isis and Mariku looked at each other. Mariku was still smirking in a very self-satisfied manner. Isis smiled, then looked back at Malik, regarding him in thoughtful silence. "I should certainly hope that my brother isn't that much of an idiot. You can't fool me into thinking you're that innocent."
Malik was too horrified to take offense. "You two were. Why are you. What." he attempted to express what he was thinking.
Mariku laughed. "No offense Isis, but your brother is a real moron."
Isis shot him a look and thought for a moment before she smiled and shrugged. "I suppose I forgive you." She whispered as she leaned in for a kiss.
"Ra, no!" Malik screamed as he leapt forward and yanked Isis away from Mariku. Of course, with the fact that she'd been sitting on his lap and the fact that Malik hadn't thought this action through, she ended up on the floor screaming at her brother and rubbing her backside.
"Malik! I'll kill you! I sear I will!" She screamed.
Malik blinked and muttered a small apology before turning to Mariku who was staring at him with one eyebrow cocked in mild amusement. After a moment of staring at his hikari, he leaned forward to help Isis to her feet.
"Thank you darling." Isis smiled, but she turned to glare at Malik again, still flustered.
"Please tell me this is some sort of really sick joke." Malik looked from one to the other. "I mean. you can't be. be.. Well I mean, it's just absurd!"
Isis rolled her eyes. "Malik, are you really that stupid? Mariku and I have been together for over a month now."
"YOU TWO ARE WHAT!?!?!?" Malik stared at them, unable to do much else.
"Together." Isis repeated. "As in, dating."
"But. But you're my SISTER and he.. He's my YAMI! How can this be happening!?"
"It's easy, Malik." Mariku chuckled as he stood up and put an arm around Isis' waist. "Your sister just appreciates my good looks and my intellect."
Isis laughed. "And so full of yourself now aren't we?"
Malik wasn't sure what to say. He stared at them both. "This is a really sick joke." He stated finally, sounding only slightly sure of himself. "Come on. This is a joke right? Isis, I can't believe that you'd go along with something like this. To actually kiss Mariku. That's so disgusting."
Mariku clenched his fist and shook it at Malik. "Why you-"
"Mariku!" Isis said in a warning tone.
The yami stopped, his eyes narrowing at Malik. "You had better take that back."
Isis nodded. "Malik, we like each other. You'll just have to get over it. The whole reason why we didn't tell you is because we knew that you'd over react like you are now."
"But this is creepy beyond belief! He might as well be me!"
Isis rolled her eyes. "That isn't true. He's a lot different and you know it."
Malik glared at Mariku. "What twisted spell do you have on my sister?"
Laughing, Mariku shook his head. "No spell. Just my charm and vigor. Your sister's good, if you know what I mean. I doubt that you do though." He sneered, even as Isis gasped and elbowed him in the ribs. She gave him a glare that stated all too plainly, you weren't supposed to let him know that anything like that happened.
"GAH!!" Malik was torn between wanting to throw up and being insulted. At the same time, he was attempting to kill the mental image he just received of his sister and his yami in bed...
Finally he turned and stalked towards the stairs. "This is just too much. My sister and my yami! That has got to be the most wrong thing I have ever heard. I'm going to my room, to decide what would be the most fun way of killing you both!" The last was yelled down the stairs at them before he slammed his bedroom door.
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Remember my philosophy! I will not add the next chapter until I've gotten reviews! REVIEWS!!! MWA HA HA HAAAAA!!!!!!
*cough* So yes... please review... And I do address each review individually.
Oh! I forgot to talk about the bloopers! This is IMPORTANT!!! Not really, but yeah, I bet that got your attention. :-P Anyway. After every chapter, I plan to post 'bloopers' for that chapter. Rather amusing, if I do say so myself... Hope you enjoy those too!
Let's see... I apologize if this sounds just plain stupid to anyone. It's tuned to the sense of humor of my best friend and me. So lots of you might find it just plain odd.
Let's see... The usual for names I suppose... Malik is Malik, his yami is Mariku, then there's Ryou (the hikari) and Bakura (the yami)... Yami refers to Yami Yugi... (course, he's mentioned, like, once in the whole fic...)
I'm sure you can figure it out... What else was there...
Oh right! Rishid has fallen off the face of the planet it would seem... ~_~() I started writing this back before I got my Japanese DVDs and realized exactly what his relationship with Isis and Malik is... So yeah, I kinda didn't have him in here... So he's, erm... Off travelling somewhere... ~_~() Which could explain, I suppose, if you want to think about the whole fact that he seals Mariku, why Mariku can be running about as such... But yeah, anyway... So, apologies for lack of Rishid.
And now for disclaimer... *Spotlights flood the front center of the stage and sad bagpipe music begins to play* (those can sound really sad...)
Silverscreamer steps forward, hands clasped in front of her and head bowed. "I... Do not own YuGi Oh..." Bursts into tears and runs from the stage crying.
*Gets thwapped by best friend* Oh! Ack, sorry! I don't own the insult that Bakura uses for Malik pretty early off... She came up with that a good while back... the whole bleached blonde thing... you'll know when you get there...
((That ended up being a lot longer than I meant for it to be... Sorry... ~_~() heh...))
~*~*~*~
Chapter One: Unpleasant Surprise
"And get a look at this. This is quality merchandise for free, here. To think that Ryou's always complaining about needing money." Bakura grinned and glanced at Malik. Frowning when he noticed that his friend wasn't looking at him he raised an eyebrow. "And the pink and purple striped palm trees look simply marvelous in the Egyptian deserts don't they? And you just have to love those blue camels the size of elephants that dance around in your bedroom, wouldn't you agree?"
Malik gave a slight nod, obviously not listening.
"Are you paying even the slightest bit of attention to me?" Bakura screamed, practically in his friend's ear.
"Ack!? Huh?" Malik jumped and looked at Bakura, his eyes wide from being startled.
"I'll take that as a no. I don't take kindly to being ignored, you know. I'm feeling very insulted." Bakura glared at Malik then turned his attention back to watching where he was walking. "Stupid, bleached blonde, Egyptian bimbo." Bakura grumbled as he shoved his hands into his pockets and continued trudging down the street.
"Insulting, too, it would seem. Although that's nothing new." Malik muttered. "Stupid albino freak..."
There was silence as the two walked. After a while, Bakura finally growled in annoyance. "Ok. So what in this accursed time is wrong with you?"
Malik raised an eyebrow and glanced at him. "I was just thinking of something." He answered simply.
"And?"
"Just thinking."
"Don't make me hurt you."
Malik shot a quick look at Bakura to see his very annoyed expression. "Uh. Right." He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's probably nothing. I've noticed that my sister has been acting a little weird lately. Just made me wonder if there was something going on that I didn't know about."
"Your sister's always weird."
"You know what I mean! Weirder than usual."
There was silence again as they stood at the street corner and waited for traffic to stop so they could cross the street. As they started moving again, Malik looked down at the Millennium Rod that he was carrying around with him. "The most worrying thing about this. Is that Mariku has been acting oddly, too."
Bakura raised an eyebrow. "Mariku acting oddly. It's like that's never happened before."
"Bakura-"
"I know. I know. Odder than normal. What, has he stopped trying to kill random passersby just because he doesn't like the way they look?"
"Actually. Yeah. That is, he hasn't done it in a while anyway."
Bakura stopped walking and stared at Malik. "Now that is scary."
Malik stopped and turned back to his friend, nodding. "Yeah. It's like something has made him less psychotic."
Bakura shrugged and started walking again. As Malik fell back into step with him he thought this over. "What about Isis? How's she been acting different?"
"She's gotten a bit meaner. More strict about certain things, but at the same time she seems to be acting more wild than she does. I don't know. She doesn't seem to be spending as much time on her work as she used to all of the time, either."
"That is weird. You're sister's always working."
Malik nodded and looked up as they approached Ryou's house. "Well, it was illegally fun, as always." He grinned at Bakura. "Have fun with all that stuff you pilfered there."
"You too. And perhaps next time you won't almost get yourself caught." Bakura smirked evilly.
"Hey, if I wasn't too busy dealing with the security guard that was coming after you, than I wouldn't have had anything to worry about. Good thing you were able to make them forget, though, or we'd never be able to go in there again."
Bakura glared at Malik before turning and walking up to the house. "Call me once you get some class." Malik rolled his eyes and watched him. He always enjoyed what came next. As Bakura shoved the door open, he began shouting at Ryou for not having supper ready for him. Ryou wasn't big on eating supper early, but Bakura would rather not wait.
Chuckling to himself, Malik turned and started down the sidewalk once more. For some reason he couldn't help but enjoy listening to Bakura yell at Ryou. It wasn't that he didn't like Ryou, he just found it fun to watch him quiver in fear as Bakura screamed at him. He knew he should probably sympathize with the lad, considering how his own yami treats him. But who cares? It wasn't like Bakura would ever actually hurt him. at all really.
"Wonder what Isis is up to. And is Mariku in on it?" He mumbled, thinking aloud to himself as he walked towards home, a bag full of stolen merchandise swinging back and forth in one hand, the Millennium Rod in the other. "I better watch my back for a while. Just to be on the safe side." He decided as he walked up the stairs to the large front porch of his home. He enjoyed having a rich sister who could afford all of the finer things in life. Of course, that didn't stop him from enjoying some free goods every once in a while.
Opening the door to the house, he stepped into the foyer and pushed the door shut. He then walked to the living room so he could take the side stairs, not expecting Isis to be in there. As he swung the door open and stepped into the room, he was immediately disgusted at what he saw. Mariku was on the couch with Isis on his lap. Her arms were around his neck and his around her waist. It was obvious that until Malik's arrival that they had been seriously enjoying each other's lips (and probably tongues). Now, though, Isis was staring at him, wide eyed, while Mariku just grinned evilly.
"Ra damn it! Get a room you two!" Malik shouted as he started towards the stairs. After just two steps, though, what he'd seen actually sank in. He whirled around to face them, pure terror etched with revulsion built into his countenance. "Wha. wha. What in the name of Ra is going on here!?"
Isis and Mariku looked at each other. Mariku was still smirking in a very self-satisfied manner. Isis smiled, then looked back at Malik, regarding him in thoughtful silence. "I should certainly hope that my brother isn't that much of an idiot. You can't fool me into thinking you're that innocent."
Malik was too horrified to take offense. "You two were. Why are you. What." he attempted to express what he was thinking.
Mariku laughed. "No offense Isis, but your brother is a real moron."
Isis shot him a look and thought for a moment before she smiled and shrugged. "I suppose I forgive you." She whispered as she leaned in for a kiss.
"Ra, no!" Malik screamed as he leapt forward and yanked Isis away from Mariku. Of course, with the fact that she'd been sitting on his lap and the fact that Malik hadn't thought this action through, she ended up on the floor screaming at her brother and rubbing her backside.
"Malik! I'll kill you! I sear I will!" She screamed.
Malik blinked and muttered a small apology before turning to Mariku who was staring at him with one eyebrow cocked in mild amusement. After a moment of staring at his hikari, he leaned forward to help Isis to her feet.
"Thank you darling." Isis smiled, but she turned to glare at Malik again, still flustered.
"Please tell me this is some sort of really sick joke." Malik looked from one to the other. "I mean. you can't be. be.. Well I mean, it's just absurd!"
Isis rolled her eyes. "Malik, are you really that stupid? Mariku and I have been together for over a month now."
"YOU TWO ARE WHAT!?!?!?" Malik stared at them, unable to do much else.
"Together." Isis repeated. "As in, dating."
"But. But you're my SISTER and he.. He's my YAMI! How can this be happening!?"
"It's easy, Malik." Mariku chuckled as he stood up and put an arm around Isis' waist. "Your sister just appreciates my good looks and my intellect."
Isis laughed. "And so full of yourself now aren't we?"
Malik wasn't sure what to say. He stared at them both. "This is a really sick joke." He stated finally, sounding only slightly sure of himself. "Come on. This is a joke right? Isis, I can't believe that you'd go along with something like this. To actually kiss Mariku. That's so disgusting."
Mariku clenched his fist and shook it at Malik. "Why you-"
"Mariku!" Isis said in a warning tone.
The yami stopped, his eyes narrowing at Malik. "You had better take that back."
Isis nodded. "Malik, we like each other. You'll just have to get over it. The whole reason why we didn't tell you is because we knew that you'd over react like you are now."
"But this is creepy beyond belief! He might as well be me!"
Isis rolled her eyes. "That isn't true. He's a lot different and you know it."
Malik glared at Mariku. "What twisted spell do you have on my sister?"
Laughing, Mariku shook his head. "No spell. Just my charm and vigor. Your sister's good, if you know what I mean. I doubt that you do though." He sneered, even as Isis gasped and elbowed him in the ribs. She gave him a glare that stated all too plainly, you weren't supposed to let him know that anything like that happened.
"GAH!!" Malik was torn between wanting to throw up and being insulted. At the same time, he was attempting to kill the mental image he just received of his sister and his yami in bed...
Finally he turned and stalked towards the stairs. "This is just too much. My sister and my yami! That has got to be the most wrong thing I have ever heard. I'm going to my room, to decide what would be the most fun way of killing you both!" The last was yelled down the stairs at them before he slammed his bedroom door.
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Remember my philosophy! I will not add the next chapter until I've gotten reviews! REVIEWS!!! MWA HA HA HAAAAA!!!!!!
*cough* So yes... please review... And I do address each review individually.
Oh! I forgot to talk about the bloopers! This is IMPORTANT!!! Not really, but yeah, I bet that got your attention. :-P Anyway. After every chapter, I plan to post 'bloopers' for that chapter. Rather amusing, if I do say so myself... Hope you enjoy those too!
