motRINsaltShaker: Well...I just made a piece of crap. -Throws poo at Rin.- Rin is such a cool name. -Huggles Motrin bottle.- Anyway, I'm here to tell you something...uh...right-o! I don't own anything...like, Yugioh. Rin, I'd own you if you weren't a motrin bottle. The Motrin co. owns you...BUT I HAVE YOUR NAME! Hahaha. Yes, that's right! I wrote a fanfiction about a bottle of medicine. The pink moo cow stuff that you drink. That I'm too old to drink...-Sobs-
Bottle of Motrin: -Stares at Rinni.-
motRINsaltShaker: Ha. That's all you CAN do. Stare. STARE! Oh, flames are welcome...if anyone even bothers reading this. -Pokes at story with pointy objects.-
Bottle of Motrin: Rinni doesn't own anything.
motRINsaltShaker: I SAID THAT YOU PINK...MOO...COW STUFF!
Bottle of Motrin: You don't own Rin. Motrin does.
motRINsaltShaker: I...YOU...I own her personality! She's like me!
Bottle of Motrin: So she's a Marry Sue?
motRINsaltShaker: I can never win...CAN I!
Bottle of Motrin: Not really. Then again, you're losing to a bottle of medicine. Anyway, we wasted all this time...on with the..."story"...
Voooooooooooooooooooooooooom And Stuffers!
It was a sunny afternoon just in a small town that wasn't even on the map. Even people within three miles of this town have never heard of it, so by natural forces, this town was flocked with narrow-minded-cheerleading-stuck-up-blond-perfect girls with their stupid-mocking-skating-punk-everything-labeled boyfriends. Honestly, where did these labels come from and why were they made? Sadly, label's ruled the school environment. They say "Gothic!" we say, "Fuck off Prep." They're natural laws of school. More like clans, if you think that way. And if a prep ruled you as a "Goth" you were doomed.
With a soft groan, the short raven-haired girl leaned back laying on the cold floor of the gym. She hadn't bothered changing in her gym out-fit, for she decided she wasn't going to even try to play. Her hair, she noticed, had been growing for now her bangs passed her eyebrows and her hair reached her shoulders. "Today," She said aloud not caring who heard her or not, "is most defiantly the day I will die." She had been saying she was going to die her whole life. But ironically she hadn't even broken a bone once in her life. Every time she feels she's close to death, something happened and she's saved or what not. Mysterious forces. Her aunt claimed she was sent from heaven, a holy untouchable angel. And her aunt would always say the same thing, too. 'Rin! You're an angel, never doubt it.'
Rin stared up at the ceiling of the gym, careful not to stare directly into the lights. She would have given anything to have a Yuigoh manga with her at this moment, but feared the destruction of it. And then there was that voice in her head screaming at her for not fighting back when...they...so-called attacked her.
'If you want the stupid book then you should just have brought it in!' Snapped the voice in her head. He was such a pain when it came to this. Rubbing it in all the time. 'I'm not rubbing it in, you fuckin' tard. I was getting annoyed by your consent whining of that dammed book.' He growled angrily. It was giving Rin a headache.
"Shush, I'm trying to think." She replied simply, closing her eyes and hearing him grunt. Rin smiled. She loved that little voice in her head. He reminded her of 'Kura. The great sexy man. If she could swoon at the moment, she would. She knew she would. All she had to do now, was wait for gym to end and she would be free...free.
Or at least that was the plan. The voice was repeatedly telling her to stay on the sidewalk, but how could she listen? There wasn't a car insight and the temptations to dance about the road were too strong. Rin had ventured into the middle of the road, right in between the yellow lines giggling as the voice in her head growled threats at her.
"Oh shush, Kyu-Kun!" Replied Rin, trying to balance herself on one line as the sky noticeably became darker. But Rin really didn't mind, the darker the better.
'Oh really, you dumbass! You're wearing all black! If a car was speeding and didn't see you...' His voice snipped at her, and she rubbed her ear with her finger. Like hell, Kyu-kun cared if she got hurt or not. 'Of course I don't care! But if you die I die as well! So get your skanky ass out of the road and back on the side walk!'
This is when the rain began to poor. It just came pouring down without any warning what-so-ever. Rin smiled, tilted her head up to the sky and stood there, enjoying the ice-like rain twinkle down her face. Freeing herself to everything.
'Stop acting like an idiot!' But Kyu-kun's voice was drowned away by the pounding rain. It was such bad wealth that the silver car, with a head-light out, speeding down the road--
Rin stood at the entrance of the mall, eyeing everyone who walked passed, careful not to meet their eyes. She really didn't want to be out and about, after all she was still trying to adjust herself to Anzu's very presence. Hm, that's right, it's been three weeks since she came...here...to the 'Yugioh' world. Every crazed-fans dream, so why wasn't she happy at the moment? Well, besides seeing Anzu and the 'gang' everyday (which can scare the hell out of someone and make them think they were going nuts) shopping, boys, and the mall was not her idea of 'fun' at all.
Anzu and her were, early to the mall. Ten minutes early that is and Rin wondered why. After all, she had been late her whole life, to everything. Rin really didn't want to be out, she didn't want to be social, she just wanted to sit in Anzu's spare room and wake up. Or wait for Kyu-Kun to talk to her again. And to chase Anzu and Yami around a mall wasn't really on her 'to-do' list.
Anzu was really hoping to get Rin to open up. Ever since she found the short girl half-dead in the road, she had felt a sense of responsibility to take care of her. She felt a deeper friendship with Rin then she had felt with Yugi. Some days Rin would be...well, open and different then her normal dead-silent self. If Anzu could bring that out, maybe Rin would be happier. She also invited Malik, for he too also was silent. (And to be anywhere with Yami was a giant plus.)
Rin, very eager to dress the way she wanted, was aloud to wear her "Happy-Goth bird's outfit" as a past friend used to call her. Her hair was up into two small buns on the top of her head, and her bangs hung freely into her un-focused crimson-yellow eyes. She was wearing a knee-length baggy black hoody with "motRIN phantom" written in purple hand-stitched letters across the front along with baggy black elephant pants. And how Anzu silently hated her outfit with a passion. For Anzu wore a blue sparkly belly shirt with pink letterings that said "Kiss me." Anzu had a matching skirt and shoes and purse.
"Good afternoon Rin-Chan," Said a calm and cool voice, which obliviously belonged to Jesus. Like, darh--Erm, Yami. Rin glanced over to the forgetful pharaoh, and offered a small smile which he returned. Although Rin could care less if a Bus swerved over to the sidewalk of the mall and hit him, spraying his blood everywhere with him screaming in agony, her heart still skipped a beat. After all, mister noticed and acknowledged smiling at her. Wow. How dreamy. He turned toward Anzu, taking her in once sweeping glance. Rin swore she could see hearts flying around--OH MY GOD. The heart just broke through the window and is staring an angry mob...there goes the neighborhood...
Anzu was captured by his gleaming violet eyes which gazed straight into her own regular pair of sparkling blue ones. A grin plastered on his smooth face as his hair glisten in the sunlight. Feeling a blush coming to her cheeks, she quickly glanced down at her purse pretending to be looking for something.
"Hello Anzu-Chan." Yami replied as Anzu mumbled a shy hello back, still rummaging through her purse. This was Rin's silent que to save her.
"I left it on the kitchen table, sorry." Rin replied like she knew what she was talking about. Anzu looked up with a nod, her eyes thanking Rin for playing along.
"Oh. Well, I guess we wont need it." Anzu smiled at Yami and Rin leaned on the wall of the mall, beside the doors. Her head bowed slightly so her bangs hid her eyes. She was staring at the ground, playing with a rock. Kicking it back and forth in between her shoes. Her arms were folding behind her back.
"Anyone else coming?" Yami asked politely, gazing at everyone he could see, as if hoping to see Jouninchi. Rin, although it was hidden, smiled to herself. The Pharaoh hadn't had a clue that Anzu and him were on a 'date'. Not an official date, but still a date non-the-less. Anzu checked her blue watch.
"I invited Malik, since he really doesn't have any other friends. Maybe he and Rin could get to know each other." She replied, giving a small hint to Yami that she didn't intend on sharing Malik's past with the short-raven girl. Yami nodded to say he understood. Rin glanced over to them.
"What?" Asked Rin in alarm. She was surprised and angered. How dare Anzu invite someone else. Anzu and Yami glanced at her.
"You need to open up, Rin!" Anzu said in defense, and then turned to Yami. "She really doesn't like meeting new people. I guess she's shy." She explained as Yami continued to stare. Rin was looking uneasy, and shoved her hands into her hoodys front pocket. This is when someone (who stood out like a black dot on white paper) was advancing toward the small group of losers. (Meaning Rin, Anzu and the forgetting Pharaoh.) It was a tan boy with long blonde hair and dull-faded purple eyes. For an instant, they made eye contact. Rin quickly glanced back down though. Eye-contact was freaky. And after all this was Malik Ishtar, in the flesh.
"Hey Malik-Kun!" Called Anzu as if the boy hadn't see her. She waved at him, smiling happily. Malik sighed as he walked closer to the losers. (Has anyone ever noticed that 'scowl' is a cow with a sl? Ha. Cow. XD Hahahaha. COW!) Malik really wanted to stay home and sleep his weekend away, but once his sister heard that Anzu invited him, she threw him out of bed and demanded that he go and spend time with his friends. After an hour of yelling she finally threatened his Motorcycle.
"Why hello Yami-Sama," Malik said warmly. After Battle City, he was very grateful toward Yami and Yugi for saving him. Yami smiled back at him, as Malik glanced over to the shy girl he had made eye-contact with before. His first thought of her was: 'Is she shorter than Yugi?'
"Malik-Kun, this is Rin. Rin-Chan, this is Malik." Anzu replied when she caught him staring at the short girl. Rin glanced up in a very shy manner and offered a smile with a wave.
"Hi." She said quietly, her words almost lost to the small breeze. Malik stared for another minute, feeling as if he had seen her before.
"Hey," He replied back just as quietly. Anzu looked back and forth between the two as if excepting them to suddenly be pulled together and become best friends magically with flying acorns. (Haha. SCOWL! OMFG. HAHAHAHA.) Malik then glanced at Yami and Anzu. "Is Bakura coming?" He asked. He really didn't want the tomb-robber to be egging him on or taunting him for any reasons. Rin shot her head up completely and glanced at Anzu.
"Nope. The last I heard, Anzu canceled on him." Yami replied in his all-mighty voice. Holy shiz...IT'S JESUS! Malik and Rin both sighed in relief. Yami, how-ever, glanced at Anzu. "What movie are we going to see?" He asked eagerly. He really liked movies--any type of movie was fine. After Yugi showed him what it was, he had been addicted to them. Such fun the modern world had to offer him. Rin looked shocked again. She didn't know they were going to see a movie. Rin wondered why she was always last to find things out--oh yes. She was short. All the information seemed to fly over her head.
"Movie?" Rin question, blinking some. "What movie does he speak of? Nah-uh, this isn't part of the deal. If I'm going to be dragged about the mall with you and your lover over there, then by hell I'm not buying the forsaken popcorn! Maybe the drinks but not the popcorn!" Rin replied, crossing her arms as if not buying popcorn was a punishment. (Malik found this really amusing but didn't say anything about it.) Anzu nearly pounced on Rin for saying 'lover'. Yami didn't seem to notice, he was just surprised to hear Rin speaking more then three words. After Anzu beat the crap out of Rin, she turned back to Malik and Yami.
"We're seeing the Ring." Anzu replied happily and Rin stared in horror. (HAHAHA. SCOWl. X'D) Rin wondered if she had heard Anzu right. The Ring? Rin was screwed over with a lawn mower. It was a blue lawn mower with green candles on its sides instead of flames. It was much prettier than that yellow one. God, who'd wanna be screwed over by that? Rin remembered in her own world when she first saw that movie. It was with her best friend, Kaggy, and the movie they wanted to see was sold out. The only thing playing was The Ring. Rin, being herself, thought it was a romantic comedy about a guy who keeps losing the Ring for the girl he likes. Oh how wrong she was. So very wrong. Just thinking about it made her skin stick up on her ends. She shuddered. "It's starts at three," Anzu continued, "so we have a few hours before we see it."
"I guess we should go eat then," Malik replied lightly intruding in on the sudden silence. Anzu nodded.
"Good idea." She replied as Yami opened the door for her. Holding back a blush, she gushed a 'thank you' and walked in with Yami following her like a love-sick puppy. Malik and Rin were left staring after them. Rin had her head tilted to the side, and Malik had a hand on his hip.
"I can't believe what just happened!" Rin said, snorting at the fact that she was ignored by the two biggest "all for love and friendship" people. Now the yellow lawn mower ran her over. The sudden fear of turning into herself started to rear its ugly head. She knew she was getting used to being around...them...and would soon start acting like...Rin...oh the horror. She could picture herself running about the mall, cackling insanely with a pair of heart-boxers on top of her head as Anzu, Yami and Malik stood in horror in the background like star-shaped people. Some wild cows flying over head.
"After you," Malik's calm voice drifted in. Rin glanced up at him, staring blankly. Blink-blink. "What is it?" He questioned. Half-wondering if he was on calming medication, she walked into the annoying-oversized mall, crowded with mindless shoppers with Malik beside her.
"Oh Ra," Malik muttered in Egyptian out of habit. "What is this...this...'place'?" He asked her, glancing down at Rin. Rin glanced up, with a dull expression.
"A temple for people who worship their credit cards." Rin replied, quoting Superman. Malik grinned at that. Rin was happy she was able to make the boy smile, such a proud feeling one gets! Rin smiled too, as she and the Egyptian walked after Anzu and Yami.
Yami always seemed so amazed with the mall, it seemed like a palace! He loved watching people shop, and go-about their daily lives. Coming and going, shopping and returning. All different yet all so similar. The lights, and sounds were all so exciting. This place...was a small heaven. And beside him, was a Goddess. He really wished he could tell her this, but he never seemed to have the guts. He always said something else and didn't know why. She was staring at him, and he hadn't even realized he been looking at her.
"Do you think they'll be friends?" Anzu asked softly, snapping Yami back to his senses. He gave a trade-mark smile that anyone could swoon over. Anzu felt her heart flutter. She really wished he'd just smile like that around her and only her. His gaze left hers and focused back on Rin.
"I'm sure they will, you're such a good friend to her, Anzu." Yami replied, switching his gaze toward the brunet. Anzu blushed, embarrassed he guessed. She smiled warmly, glowing with pride.
"So, you're from Egypt?" Rin asked randomly, glancing at Malik. He looked surprised for a moment, his eyes slightly rounder than normal.
"Yeah, did Anzu tell you?" His heart raced a bit, fearing that Anzu also told Rin about his past. Rin shook her head, giving him temporally relief.
"No, I heard you speaking Egyptian before when we entered the mall." Rin explained, her eyes on the crowd. It was a bad habit Rin had. She always focused her attention on some far away object when she talked to people. And sometimes people really didn't like that and would snap at her. Malik didn't seem to mind.
"Oh, well yeah. I am." Malik replied and Rin looked at him, seemingly amazed. Malik hoped she wouldn't press the matter to far. He really didn't like talking about where he lived, and his past.
"Really?" She asked in a dreamy-sort-of voice. "I've always wanted to visit there. That and France."
"Really? Why Egypt, though?" Malik asked, sounding interested. The girl smiled in a mysterious kind of way, which she had been practicing for years. People can really do weird things in their spare time...
"I like the Language and..." She paused for a moment, narrowing her eyes suddenly. Rin was staring, more like glaring at Anzu as if something had just dawned to her. Stopping short, she stood there with her arms crossed. Confused, Malik stopped too stared at her, then to Anzu. Rin wondered how she could be so blind! "Anzu!" She yelled angrily, causing the Pharaoh and his admiring fan to halt and turn around. "You BITCH! You...YOU...you, ugh!" She pointed at Anzu in a accusing way. Malik stared at the girl in amusement, a small smirk playing on his tan face. He watched her struggling for the right words.
"So! It is to be war between us! If these demands are not met then a disaster beyond your imagination will accrue!" Rin said angrily. Anzu was staring at Rin with a confused expression written on her tanner-then-Rin's face. Yami was staring at Anzu's expression and then switched his purple gaze toward Rin, wondering why Rin wanted war with Anzu. Malik had a light smirk plastered on his face. He knew what Rin was talking about.
"Quoting the Phantom, are we? In the seventh major song, Prima Donna, right? At the end, to be more precise." He stated calmly. Anzu and Yami turned their gazes toward Malik, who was grinning at Rin. Rin looked beyond shocked. She was staring at him with wide eyes and her mouth open as if she was trying to say something.
"You..." She started bewildered, "saw The Phantom Of The Opera?" She was beyond amazed. She would have never guessed that Malik was the one to see it. Maybe, just maybe, Anzu...but Malik? Malik seemed proud of this. Anzu and Yami stared at the two speechless. Anzu was partially happy about Rin and Malik sharing the same interests. She wanted them to become friends. She wanted Rin and Malik to open up. To fly like birds. LIKE BIRDS BEFORE THEY WERE SHOT! HA. 'Birds' is a funny words.
"Yeah, I did." Malik replied happily. "Three times." Rin was staring at him like some kind of God. Then Rin switched her gaze toward Anzu.
"Hey, Anzu-Chan? Does your purse have money in it?" The question was asked innocently, but the intentions were not. Anzu blinked in her small confusion of such a subject changer.
"Uh," She stammered. "Y-yeah. It does, why?"
Rin lunged forward, snatching Anzu's purse and run off into a sea of people leaving three shocked teens. Anzu, who had never been mugged, let her mouth hang-open and just stare at where Rin had ran off too. Yami's eyes were widened and he stared blankly where Rin had been. He didn't expect Rin to do such a thing. Malik burst out laughing, replying the scene in his head. He half pictured Rin just using Anzu just so she could steal her purse.
"Anzu? What was that about?" Yami asked surprised and concerned, looking over to the shocked Anzu. Malik calmed himself down, but still held a smirk-like-grin on his face.
"Rin had been using Anzu all this time just to steal her purse!" The young Egyptian cried and Anzu shook her head. She knew Rin wouldn't have done that. True, Rin was pissed at Anzu's silent double-date idea, but the short-raven-haired girl wouldn't go THAT far with her grudge.
"No, Rin-Chan isn't like that." Anzu said in defense. Yami gave Anzu a worried glance. He didn't want to lose faith in any of his friends, but the action Rin had just taken seemed to be agreeing with Malik. Malik had suddenly realized that Rin wasn't around to see Battle City. She didn't know about his...'incident'.
"Does Rin know anything about the sennen Items or Battle City?" Malik asked and Yami shook his head. Malik felt sudden relief. Perhaps Rin will see him as a person instead of an insane ex-murderer like most of Yami's and Anzu's friends did. He had been feeling so unwelcome, but he couldn't blame them. "Rin really likes to change subjects quickly." Malik sighed and Anzu grinned, nodding. Yami seemed to be looking for her, a worried look in his eyes.
A few minutes, long minutes, passed before the raven-haired girl came skipping back holding a plastic shopping back in her hand and Anzu's purse in the other. She tossed the horrid purse to Anzu, which she caught. Malik and Yami curiously stared at Rin's bag, wondering what she had bought and why. Anzu, on the other hand, didn't want to know. Rin took out a sheet of what looked like computer paper, and a black sharpie. Quickly she scribbled something on it, placed tape on it and smacked it against Malik's chest. The three teens looked down at it. In black lettering said; 'I'm not dating her' with an arrow pointing to the right.
Malik snorted and glanced at the girl, amused. Yami just clearly didn't get it. He turned to Rin, both confused and concerned. "What's this about?" He asked the girl. She smiled at him which rid him of the concerned feeling.
"Rin doesn't wish to be a double-date." Malik replied simply reading what Rin was thinking. Yami looked at him, confused.
"Double-date?" He asked confused. He glanced at Anzu, who in returned blushed and looked else where. Rin giggled at this.
"Yes. We're on a double-date. You and Anzu are together-" Anzu turned redder,"-and Malik is with me...kind of. Only we're married and have seven kids back home." This is when Rin realized there was no stopping it. She would simple have to be her self and get the horrible rejection from the Yugioh gang. Oh sob. OH MY GOD! Yay! No science homework ever!
"Kids?" Malik asked, staring at Rin. Anzu hoped that Rin would be able to divert the attention from the double-date subject and it would be forgotten. Rin looked up at him.
"Awww...you forgot about yer family, you ho." Rin shook a finger at him. Malik pulled his hand threw his hair and struck a superman pose.
"Double-date?" Yami repeated, again. Malik and Rin looked over to him. Anzu sighed softly, unheard.
"You. You and Anzu are madly in love--DON'T DENY IT! And you're together, right now on a date. This means you share a smoothie and crap. But...OH MY GOD! Oh nose! A tree is attacking you both! HURRY! Run away--nope. To late. YOU'RE DEAD! The end!" Rin explained simply. Malik flicked her on the forehead as Yami stared.
"That's not how it works." He looked up at Yami as Rin over-dramatically held her forehead and shrieked in pain in the background. "See, love doesn't really need to be involved. It can be, but it doesn't have to and uh, well, four friends can just be on one big date! Like, hanging out." Malik replied, unclearly, as Rin's shrieking started to die out.
"So, could Rin and I be on a double-date?" Yami asked, still confused. Anzu jerked her head up, feeling horrible. Rin stared in horror and Malik shrugged.
"No!" Rin shouted. "I'm with Malik! HOW COULD I LEAVE HIM? You, sir, need to be with Anzu! It'll be fun! Like role-playing!" She said warmly, bouncing up and down. Malik snorted, and flicked her head again. Yami glanced at Anzu and smiled. She blushed and smiled back. Without any warning the two started walking off again. This left Rin (who was holding her head) and Malik to stare after them.
"Should we follow?" Malik asked, beside Rin. She glanced up at him, then toward her two friends who were walking who knew where. Maybe to hell. Gosh. It would be funny if she and Malik just disappeared leaving them to worry and look.
"Not really, but we will anyway. We're on a double-date, remember lover?" Rin said, grinning. Malik smirked down at the almost-midget. She locked arms with him and the two walked off after Yami and Anzu.
"Before you were saying why you wanted to visit Egypt, please enlighten me." Malik said causally. (My Health teacher was talking about causal sex with strangers...) Rin looked lost for a moment, seemingly deep in thought. Then it hit her, and realization met her face. She grinned.
"Oh yes!" She said in a professor-like manner. "Where was I...ah, well I really like the language and I wanna see the place where my ancestors were slaves." She replied. Malik made a small noise, he was grinning.
"You're Jewish?" He asked amused. Rin stared up at him, praying he wasn't a Nazi. "Heh. Don't worry, my family didn't own slaves...but it's still interesting. You don't look Japanese, and I was wondering where you came from."
"My mom's grandparents came from Russia. I was born in America. My father-" Malik noted the disgust in her tone when her father was spoke of."-is also Jewish, but I don't know where...he...came from. Hell, maybe." Malik nodded, as he ripped off the poster board.
"It was annoying me," He explained when she stared at him for taking it off. She was about to say how she used all Anzu's hard earned money for buying that when...dot dot dot.
Voooooooooooooooooooooooooooom said the cow!
motRINsaltshaker: Eh. THERE. I wrote something beautiful. -Hugs story.-
Bottle of Motrin: I can't read, so I wouldn't know. I'm just a bottle of liqiud, remember?
motRINsaltshaker: Chances that people will even review...very slim. So, I'll just ask the voices in my head if I should keep writing.
Voice One: I'm just a thought that belongs to you...not a voice.
motRINsaltshaker: Up shut! I said you're a voice, so you're gonna be a voice.
Bottle of Motrin: -Points and giggles.-
motRINsaltshaker: You can't do that! YOU HAVE NO HANDS TO POINT WITH!
Voice One: -Scared of Rinni. Pokes her with a stick.-
motRINsaltshaker dressed as a random Cow: I love you Rinni!
Bottle of Motrin: Aw. Okay, Rinni has nothing to say. We are done. Thank you and have a good day.