YAY another new story this one is a bit different then other ones but meh I thought it was a good idea heh; this one may have been over used... I'm not sure I haven't seen it anywhere but that doesn't mean anything.

Summary: Malik gets into and argument with his sister about what he is going to do for the rest of his life. Malik wants to be a musician but Isis wants him to work at the museum with her and she says he wouldn't make it as a singer anyways so he runs away from his sister. How will Isis be able to get back her little brother and also how will she be able to handle her brother's insane Yami?

Pairings: none really but there are soft hints of Marik liking Malik but thats about it and even thats really really soft like not much to give you a warning really cause its more like brotherly love. Unless you want some relationships then tell me who you want to be paired up with who ^^

*~Chapter 1 of Conflicting Ideals~*

The shades of the night quickly drown out the daylight letting the stars roam freely across the sky. Once night had settled in the streetlights one by one came to life casting light across the paved streets. Up in the sixth floor of an apartment building all the lights were off and the sound of dishes clinking against each other along with the sloshing of water. In the dead silence of the apartment the sound of the front door being unlocked then opened broke through. The murmur of two people could be heard as they closed the door behind them as quiet as they could. The two people walked through the living room as quiet as they could until the lights in the room turned on.

"Where have you been?" A sharp voice asked from the doorway. The two figures stopped dead in their tracks as one of them sighed softly.

"We were at Ryous house neesan*..."One spoke carefully not bothering to look up. The second figure stood beside the other with hands in his pockets casually.

" Didn't I tell you to come home right away so you could do your home work?" The figure in the doorway asked crossing her arms.

"Yes... But I did my home work while I was over there.. I needed Ryous help on some stuff..." The first figure replied softly still looking at the floor.

"Then why do you have your instrument with you?" She asked making an hand gester towards the guitar case over the first figures shoulder. Adjusting the strap on his shoulder the one figure looked up towards the women in front of him with a light frown over his features.

"Marik brought it when he came over so he could practice once our homework was finished..."Malik spoke in a tired tone. Maliks sister Isis glared over at Marik then back at her little brother in annoyance.

"Otoutosan* I thought we went over this... I rather you focus on your schoolwork rather then this silly band of yours" Isis sighed softly shaking her head. A dark growl was heard from Marik as he glared daggers at Isis.

"Its not silly if it makes little arabianraito happy then thats all that matters" Marik spoke up defensively. Isis narrowed her eyes dangerously at the spirit of the rod then stepped further into the room.

" I know Happiness is important but he has to think about his future! None of this concerns you anyways so please leave us so we can talk about this!" She ordered pointing in the direction of the hallway. A growl was heard escaping Mariks lips as his eyes flared up with anger.

"It does concern me for a matter of fact! He is my hikari after all!" the spirit exclaimed loudly clenching his fists tightly. Isis advanced on him standing just a little bit taller then him glaring darkly at him.

" I will not have you present while we talk about family affairs! you are the one who destroyed our family by the way so I think you should step off!" Isis yelled as if she was going to start breathing fire. Marik paused his eyes wide and shocked for the fact she would even dare to bring that up. He turned his face to the side looking at the wall distantly his eyes clouding over with a indescribable look.

"Fine.... I will leave you for your dear "family affair" of yours.... Hikari I will take your guitar for you" Marik spoke softly as he took the instrument from Malik then left the room not before he was heard mumbling something. Isis eyes flickered sharply turning towards him entirely.

"What did you call me?" She screeched.

"I called you Oban you ninmenjuushin" Marik spat over his shoulder then he went into the next room. Isis growled in frustration as she fought the urge to throw something at the spirit. She then turned her attention back to the matter of hand and looked over at Malik who had been silent for the past few moments.

"Now what did I tell you about That band of yours?" She questioned sharply. Malik sighed softly then looked towards where his yami went then back to his sister.

" But Isis I like playing for the band! Its not like I'm not doing my homework or behind in school! It's just something that we like to do! plus we are playing at a club in a few days and we need some practice!" Malik explained in his defense.

" What about your future! You know I want you to because a researcher for the museum so that means you need to concentrate more on school" Isis told him sternly crossing her arms again.

"I do concentrate allot on school but I really think our band could make it big if this thing at the club goes over well and if not we could have another one lined up quickly" the young Egyptian told his sister who didn't seem all to impressed. Isis sighed softly shaking her head at him putting a hand on his shoulder.

"You know how hard it is for a band to make it big? Its slim to none so there is really no chance of you guys getting a contract..." She really didn't want to tell her brother this but he needed to be brought back to earth and that he only had the chances of a million to none on his side.

" I know that but have you ever bothered to hear us? I think we are pretty good and since Ryou and I write most of our songs we have better chances! you just have to want it bad enough and someone will surely notice us!" Malik tired to convince his sister.

" You have to think this through the music industry is very shifty and you wouldn't be able to handle it makes more sense to work at the museum with me there your future is secure and I can watch over you" Isis kept her hands on her brothers shoulders. Malik pulled away from his sister taking a step away from her giving her an angry look.

" What if I dont want to work at the museum? What if I want to at least try that life style? What if... what if I dont want you to watch over me anymore...." Malik looked away from his sister mumbling the last part. Isis gasped softly her eyes widening drastically as she couldn't believe what her brother had just said.

"W-what?" She questioned to see if she had heard correctly. Malik took in a deep breath then looked back at his sister looking her in the eye.

"I Dont think you need to watch over me anymore this is my life and I want to live it however I want to... its not that I dont value your opinion... I really do its just... it feels like your running my life and I want control over it again.." He said softly then looked away from his sister after keeping her gaze a few moments after he had stopped speaking.

" Remember the last time I left you run your own life? You tired to take over the world! not to mention he tired to kill the people you call your friends but I dont know how they are still your friends after all that happened during battle city! you are incapable of running your own life without my help ever so often!" Isis yelled at Malik suddenly not being able to control her anger. Malik clenched and unclenched his fists trying to calm himself down so he wouldn't say or do something he would regret.

"That. Is. Not. True! I am different now! I have changed if you haven't noticed." Malik spoke at an even tone clenching his jaw together.

"The only reason why you changed was because of me! With out ME! You wouldn't have been able to get thought what happened through battle city! With out ME you wouldn't be in school! Without ME you wouldn't have a place to live or food to eat or clothes on your back! SO I think you should bloody well do as I advise you because it seems that I know best if you look back at everything I have done for you!" Isis continued to yell at her brother. This is when Malik lost total control over his anger which he had held back.

" I DIDN'T NEED YOU TO DO ALL THOSE THINGS! AND YOU DIDNT DO A THING TO HELP ME! IT WAS RYOU AND BAKURA WHO HELPED ME!! I DONT NEED YOU RUNNING MY LIFE! ITS MINE AND I WILL DO AS I PLEASE AND ITS NOT UP TO YOU WHAT I WANT TO DO FOR A CAREER!" Mali snapped screaming at his sister. He couldn't stand this he wanted to be able to do what he wanted not what his sister wanted.

" WELL NO ONE WOULD WANT TO GIVE A CONTRACT TO A BUNCH OF AMITURE BRATS THAT DONT HAVE ANY REAL TALENT AND THAT YOU ARE ONLY FOOLING YOURSELVES! YOU GUYS ARE NEVER GOING TO GET ANYWHERE PERSUING THIS CAREER!" Isis retorted with just as much anger as her brother had given her.

" WELL IF YOU EVER BOTHERED TO LISTEN TO US PLAY YOU MAY THINK OTHER WISE BUT YOU HAVE A STICK SHOVED SO FAR UP YOUR AROGENT ASS THAT YOU WOULDNT EVEN KNOW TALENT EVEN IF IT SMACKED YOU IN THE FACE SO IF YOU WILL EXCUSE ME I AM GOING TO BED BECAUSE i HAVE SCHOOL IN THE MORNING!" He screeched at his sister then stormed off to his room slamming the door locking it. Malik fell right onto his unmade bed throwing his blankets over himself slightly burring his head into his pillow. He heard angry footsteps make their way over to his door. Before his sister could start yelling at him Malik flicked on his stereo that sat on his bed stand and turned the knob up high without lifting his head from the pillow. He could still hear his sister yelling at the door even over his music so out of frustration he grabbed the nearest thing to him and violently threw it at the door.

"F*** OFF!!" He screamed pulling his pillow over his head closing his eyes. The yelling at his door stopped but just to make sure Malik turned his stereo off and listened to find it was silent.

"Why the hell did you throw the Sennen rod at the door? you woke me up" A grumpy voice came from by the door. Without looking up Malik mutter his apologies then sighed tiredly. He felt his yami sit on the edge of his bed and rubbed his back softly to try and calm him down feeling his internal turmoil. Malik may not cry on the outside but it doesn't mean he doesn't cry on the inside. Marik knew his little hikari loved his sister and had the highest respect for her and it bothered him when they got into fights like this.

"Its ok Hikari everything will be alright in the morning.... now just go to sleep you have school and we have practice tomorrow...."Marik cooed as he rubbed his lighter half's back. He rolled him sleeping hikari over so he wouldn't suffocate in his sleep and pulled his blankets over Malik then kissed the top of his head.

" Everything will work out Malik.. dont worry..." he whispered then unlocked the door heading towards his own bedroom so he wouldn't have to sleep in the blasted sennen rod.

OK that's the end of chapter one so now you know pretty much what this story is going to be about. This story is going to be pretty short so probably like two to three more chapters left all depending on how the reviews come. Oh yes and if you want any pairings then suggest and I will tally up the results ^.^well... go review now please!

Translations ( I have never had one of these before YAY)

Neesan- Elder Sister
Otoutosan- Younger brother
Arabianraito- Arabian light (cute nick name for Malik ^^)
Oban- Bitchy old Hag (tisk tisk Marik watch your mouth!)
Ninmenjuushin- Beast in human form (Marik! *smacks him*!!)