This is the beginning of a new fic I'm starting called 'Anata no hiza ni
suwattemo yoroshii deshoka?' It means 'Do you mind if I sit on your lap?'
in Japanese.
::Disclaimers: I no own Yugioh, though I wish I did::
A mysterious figure walks through the catacombs. Flowing blonde hair, egyptian-tanned skin, amythest eyes, golden earrings upon his...ears, violet tanktop, khaki-carpenter pants, and black shoes describes this figure. He carries a sacred artifact by his side containing many mysteries. One such mystery is the spirit that resides in this treasure. He, like the mysterious figure, has blonde hair, dark egyptain tone, amythest eyes, and golden earrings. Though, unlike the figure, his tanktop is midnight black and his carpenter pants are an olive green. He also has a cape trailing him while walks. Their names: Malik Osiris Ishtar and Yami no Malik, also called Marik for short. Their mission: Find some sugar-based cereals to salvage for a morning meal known as breakfast.
"Hikari to Yami, this is hikari. Yami, do you copy?" the one widely known as Malik asked into his two-way radio which is also known as two cups with a string inbetween them.
"Copy that hikari, this is Yami. Target sighted and ready," the one widely known as Marik answered over his end of the reciever.
"Roger," Hikari responded.
"Hey Malik, who is Roger?" Yami asked, curious of this new person named Roger.
"Yami, were supposed to use our code names over the radio, remember?" Malik said, obviously not very pleased.
"Yeah, but couldn't it be something cooler? Like Shadowcat or Flying Squirrel." Marik complained.
"Flying Squirrel?" Malik asked questionly.
"Flying Squirrels are cool. It's fun to watch," Marik answered with a grin to oppress a cheshire cat.
"I seriously doubt I want to know," said Malik, shaking his head in discust.
Suddenly, another figure walks into the room. Unlike the previous two, this person was of feminine features, with soft black hair, a golden headdress, tired indigo eyes, and a silk bathrobe of the color yellow. She lethargicly went through her routine of making coffee and waiting for her younger sibling and his darker half come to the table. It was amusing to some, but not right at the moment for the egyptian woman. Oh no. She had a rough night beforehand and not because of her sibling. She had a date last night, she had wanted to go so badly. But, she got turned down. And to make matters worse, she went to the store later that night, only to find that very man in someone elses arms. Normally, she would have just walked on without a second thought, but something made it sting and she told him off and came home crying. Malik asked her what was wrong, but she said she wanted to be alone for a while.
"Are you boys going to get breakfast or not?" the woman named Isis asked.
"Mayday, mayday, we have been spotted, we must surrender Yami."
"Copy that Hikari, that is a go. This is Yami signing off."
"Hikari, over and out," Malik stated, going to his usual place at the breakfast table.
"Ohayo, Onee-sama," Malik said cheerfully out of character.
"Ohayo, Sister Isis," Marik said, copying his hikari.
"Ohayo," Isis muttered to the two boys.
"Sister Isis, you seem troubled. Tell us what's wrong," Marik asked concered.
"I'm really sorry boys, but it's something you wouldn't understand," Isis said, stirring her cup of coffee.
"Ohhh....I see....." Malik, looking the other way in an embarressed sort of way.
"No, not those kind of problems!" Isis said, getting a bit angry.
"Oh," Malik said shortly, then started pouring himself a bowl of Fruity Pebbles.
"It's just that, well, you guys remember I was going to out on a date last night, right?"
"Yeah, he's the one who turned you down, Sister Isis. He had better have a good reason to turn you down," Marik said, about ready to pound his fist into the table.
"Well, as it turned out, he didn't, he wanted to find a better woman. You remember that I went to the store last night. I saw him all over her."
"That bastard! I'll kill him!" Marik screamed.
"Don't do that Yami!" Malik
"Uhh.....kill him and look for loose change in his pockets?."
"No."
"Look for loose change then kill him?"
"That's sick!"
"Kill him, look for loose change and give it to charity?"
"No!"
"I thought you wanted to help the less fortunate Hikari? You want to keep the money?"
"No! No killing, no looking for loose change and no giving to charity!"
"Santa-sama is not going to like you Malik-kun," Marik said, shaking his head in a dissappointed manner.
Malik looked like he was going to explode, when the phone rang. Isis never gets the phone, so Malik & Marik fought for it, Malik winning.
"Ishtar residence, this is Malik," Malik said in a sugar-sweet tone.
"Oh, hi Bakura-sama," he said, loosing the sugar tone.
"No, you can't tell me to......What the hell did you just call me?"
Pause.
"No, I don't think Ryou-kun would like it if you tried to dismember the Pharaoh limb from limb and make it Ryou-kun's birthday present. What would Yugi-kun think?"
Another pause.
"Why would I care? Yugi-kun is my friend. He's Ryou-kun's friend too. I seriously doubt he wants a dismembered body. Why not get him something that doesn't involve killing in any sort of way?"
Yet another pause.
"Go to hell yourself!" Malik yelled into the reciever and slammed it down.
Marik and Isis stayed quiet when Malik was trying to calm his nerves.
"What?" he asked hotly.
Immediatly, Marik and Isis went to daily tasks, leaving Malik to cool down.
::Disclaimers: I no own Yugioh, though I wish I did::
A mysterious figure walks through the catacombs. Flowing blonde hair, egyptian-tanned skin, amythest eyes, golden earrings upon his...ears, violet tanktop, khaki-carpenter pants, and black shoes describes this figure. He carries a sacred artifact by his side containing many mysteries. One such mystery is the spirit that resides in this treasure. He, like the mysterious figure, has blonde hair, dark egyptain tone, amythest eyes, and golden earrings. Though, unlike the figure, his tanktop is midnight black and his carpenter pants are an olive green. He also has a cape trailing him while walks. Their names: Malik Osiris Ishtar and Yami no Malik, also called Marik for short. Their mission: Find some sugar-based cereals to salvage for a morning meal known as breakfast.
"Hikari to Yami, this is hikari. Yami, do you copy?" the one widely known as Malik asked into his two-way radio which is also known as two cups with a string inbetween them.
"Copy that hikari, this is Yami. Target sighted and ready," the one widely known as Marik answered over his end of the reciever.
"Roger," Hikari responded.
"Hey Malik, who is Roger?" Yami asked, curious of this new person named Roger.
"Yami, were supposed to use our code names over the radio, remember?" Malik said, obviously not very pleased.
"Yeah, but couldn't it be something cooler? Like Shadowcat or Flying Squirrel." Marik complained.
"Flying Squirrel?" Malik asked questionly.
"Flying Squirrels are cool. It's fun to watch," Marik answered with a grin to oppress a cheshire cat.
"I seriously doubt I want to know," said Malik, shaking his head in discust.
Suddenly, another figure walks into the room. Unlike the previous two, this person was of feminine features, with soft black hair, a golden headdress, tired indigo eyes, and a silk bathrobe of the color yellow. She lethargicly went through her routine of making coffee and waiting for her younger sibling and his darker half come to the table. It was amusing to some, but not right at the moment for the egyptian woman. Oh no. She had a rough night beforehand and not because of her sibling. She had a date last night, she had wanted to go so badly. But, she got turned down. And to make matters worse, she went to the store later that night, only to find that very man in someone elses arms. Normally, she would have just walked on without a second thought, but something made it sting and she told him off and came home crying. Malik asked her what was wrong, but she said she wanted to be alone for a while.
"Are you boys going to get breakfast or not?" the woman named Isis asked.
"Mayday, mayday, we have been spotted, we must surrender Yami."
"Copy that Hikari, that is a go. This is Yami signing off."
"Hikari, over and out," Malik stated, going to his usual place at the breakfast table.
"Ohayo, Onee-sama," Malik said cheerfully out of character.
"Ohayo, Sister Isis," Marik said, copying his hikari.
"Ohayo," Isis muttered to the two boys.
"Sister Isis, you seem troubled. Tell us what's wrong," Marik asked concered.
"I'm really sorry boys, but it's something you wouldn't understand," Isis said, stirring her cup of coffee.
"Ohhh....I see....." Malik, looking the other way in an embarressed sort of way.
"No, not those kind of problems!" Isis said, getting a bit angry.
"Oh," Malik said shortly, then started pouring himself a bowl of Fruity Pebbles.
"It's just that, well, you guys remember I was going to out on a date last night, right?"
"Yeah, he's the one who turned you down, Sister Isis. He had better have a good reason to turn you down," Marik said, about ready to pound his fist into the table.
"Well, as it turned out, he didn't, he wanted to find a better woman. You remember that I went to the store last night. I saw him all over her."
"That bastard! I'll kill him!" Marik screamed.
"Don't do that Yami!" Malik
"Uhh.....kill him and look for loose change in his pockets?."
"No."
"Look for loose change then kill him?"
"That's sick!"
"Kill him, look for loose change and give it to charity?"
"No!"
"I thought you wanted to help the less fortunate Hikari? You want to keep the money?"
"No! No killing, no looking for loose change and no giving to charity!"
"Santa-sama is not going to like you Malik-kun," Marik said, shaking his head in a dissappointed manner.
Malik looked like he was going to explode, when the phone rang. Isis never gets the phone, so Malik & Marik fought for it, Malik winning.
"Ishtar residence, this is Malik," Malik said in a sugar-sweet tone.
"Oh, hi Bakura-sama," he said, loosing the sugar tone.
"No, you can't tell me to......What the hell did you just call me?"
Pause.
"No, I don't think Ryou-kun would like it if you tried to dismember the Pharaoh limb from limb and make it Ryou-kun's birthday present. What would Yugi-kun think?"
Another pause.
"Why would I care? Yugi-kun is my friend. He's Ryou-kun's friend too. I seriously doubt he wants a dismembered body. Why not get him something that doesn't involve killing in any sort of way?"
Yet another pause.
"Go to hell yourself!" Malik yelled into the reciever and slammed it down.
Marik and Isis stayed quiet when Malik was trying to calm his nerves.
"What?" he asked hotly.
Immediatly, Marik and Isis went to daily tasks, leaving Malik to cool down.