25 Days of Hell (Err… Christmas)
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Gi Oh, I will never own YGO, and if you sue me, all you'll be getting is my cat, you don't want my cat, my cat is a vicious monster who acts and will eat your hand. So you'd probably be better off not suing me.
A.n: Without a doubt, there WILL be OOCness in this story, all the characters are about either 20 or 21, which since they've obviously grown up a lot, could explain the mast OOCNESS?
Day 1
Pull back the covers, shiver a little, and look around and asset everything that was currently going on around him. It was cold, okay, it usually was in December… was it December? He'd thought he'd heard Ryou mention it yesterday, while he was rambling about something else. What else did he need to do? Well, getting out of bed might have been a good start, but then he would have to move, and he was rather fond of being lazy, it was one of his favorite past times, besides robbing people, and killing things… plotting the pharaohs death… He really had way too many pastimes. He was going to have to talk to Ryou about shortening the list of things he must do in a day time. There really weren't enough hours in the day… "ACK!"
"Ack? Since when do you ack?" Ryou asked as he walked into Malik and his room. He'd pulled open the curtains, letting in the bright December sun, and make no mistake, the sun was very bright when it moved past the snow clouds. Bright enough to literally almost blind Malik as it found a home on his face, and in his eyes.
"Since you've taking up blinding me with evil." They stared at each other, knowing there was more to be said and if they waited long enough, it would be spoken.
"Which is…?"
"The sun."
"Ah," Ryou said as he opened up the next set of curtains, inducing more loud acks from Malik. "Glad we got that cleared up then." Malik scowled at him. Obviously Ryou had missed the point entirely, and not gotten it like he'd been letting on.
"Alright, what's up?" Malik asked, cutting straight to the point. Waking up by a bright sun had not been on his to do list.
"Nothing," Ryou said as he smoothed out the curtains. Malik rolled his eyes. Nothing always meant something, and if you waited long enough you'd be lucky and fond out what that something was, however, that always led to him doing it to find out. He didn't want to find out, when it came to do whatever it was Ryou wanted done.
"Good, then get Bakura to do nothing."
"Well, I would, but he's apparently doing something with Marik… or was it Yuugi…" Ryou trailed off as he let go of his fight with keeping the curtains neat.
"The pharaoh brat?"
"Shopping?"
"You mean stealing; this is Bakura we are speaking of." Malik said as he stretched his bones, taking sincere pleasure at the sounds of his bones snapping into the right place. It felt damn good.
"Yes, but if he's with Yuugi…" Ryou pressed lightly, who wanted to believe that Bakura had reformed fully, and not just partially.
"Right, He's stealing when he's not looking then."
"… Malik…"
"So what is this nothing, which we both know is something?" Malik asked, already moving on in the conversation. Ryou frowned at him, apparently this conversation was moving to fast for Ryou's taste, who would probably rather like to get around to saying it when he felt like it. Malik wasn't that nice, or patient, to let him get around to it on his own time however.
"Fine," Ryou said in a huff as he strode over to the closet. Malik skimmed his memory, trying to think of everything they might have kept in that closet, and could think up nothing. He didn't actually look in the closet very often, if ever. Maybe when they first moved into the apartment, and Ryou demanded he give an opinion on there first closet together, which he might of said s'nice. Either way Ryou hadn't been happy with his answer then.
"Lights?" Malik asked staring at the box of lights Ryou had produced from the closet. He really needed to check in that closet more often. What else did Ryou had in there. Clothes? Shoes? Presents… Hmm… Presents…
"No, the presents aren't hidden in there."
"Damn."
"These are the lights I mentioned yesterday." Ryou stated, as if that explained everything. It probably did for him, but it didn't in Malik mind.
"…"
"That I wanted strung up outside, and inside, and possibly on the tree I plan to buy."
"… Oh… So… Nothing?"
"… Lights Malik…" Malik grumbled, but crawled out of the bed throwing on the first pair of pants he stumbled on, along with a shirt. Ryou scrunched up his face in horror at Malik hygiene, but he would get over it, he usually did. He grabbed the box of lights and hefting them up in his arms. They were fairly light for being filled to the point of overflowing with lights.
"I hate you." Malik stated pointedly. He really didn't want to hang up lights.
"I'll remind you of that," Ryou started. "When you want sex tonight." And then he left, Malik mouth hanging open in horror.
"RRYYYOOOUUU!"