You have got to be flapping kidding me. My phone is ringing. I don't know the number. Should I answer? It could be a like a wrong number. Then there's this awkward moment when you tell the person they have the wrong number. Pshh. I'm answering it.
"Otogi-kun?" Oh flap, it's Malik.
"Yeah, it's me. Did you need something?"
"We have a project to do." Oh, god. He's patronizing me. I hate that.
"I am aware." I don't mean to sound like a total dick, but I do anyway.
"...I was just wondering if you want to come over to my house after school to get started. Ryou practically lives at my house, so we just need your confirmation."
Parished silence. Beep. "Sure. tomorrow after school?"
"Sounds like a plan to me!" Malik is gushing. "I can't wait!"
"yeah. Bye." I hang up. Too weird for words. This is my last day of sanity, isn't it?
School passed by uncommonly fast, in my opinion. Now I'm standing by the back wall. Why the back wall? I don't really know... I'm now walking to where I should be: the front gate. My thoughts drift to the sort of expected. I wonder what kind of environment Malik lives in. I'm guessing he still lives with his siblings, bald guy and hot chick. Okay, thinking mode is now turned off. I'm at the front gate.
Where are those two goobers? I have literally been leaning against this pillar for ten minutes. Where are they? You know what? I'm leaving. They can do the thing without me. Oh, flap that's them. I see Malik with a stern look on his face, dragging Ryou forcefully behind him. Ryou doesn't look like he knows where he is, at all. By just looking at his face, I can tell he thinks he's in Narnia. Malik on the other hand, looks like he just walked straight through hell. His hair is all frizzy and he's sweaty. Did I mention his facial expression? It's the death look, again. He stops in front of me. He's still holding onto Ryou's arm.
"I thought you guys weren't going to show up for a second," I try to sound as nice as possible, because Malik is scaring me with his death look. I don't want to die. Simple?
"Sorry, Otogi. We didn't mean to keep you waiting, honestly." He sounds pissed off and sarcastic. I am totally making this situation worse. Time to become extremely concerned and understanding.
I splash some sympathy on my face and ask, "What's wrong?"
Malik sighs and jerks Ryou forward, so he is standing evenly with Malik, instead of a few steps behind. "This little bugger," Malik begins, as he gestures towards Ryou with his free hand, "decided to wonder off before 7th period and go into his soul room for about an hour, leaving his body unattended and prone to harm! It took me forever to find him and only Ra knows what him and his 'other' were doing for so long in there." Did I mention that I hate this whole 'hikari-yami' crap? I really do. It doesn't make any sense. It messes with my brain.
Malik looks at Ryou and notices his blank facial expression and immediately begins shouting Ryou's name and snapping his fingers in Ryou's face. Ryou eventually comes back to the world of the living after a couple of minutes and murmurs guiltily a quick, "Sorry."
Malik sighs. I just realized that Malik sighs a lot. "Shall we get going?" he asks with a forced smile on his still sweaty face. I simply nod. We start walking, Malik still holding Ryou's hand and I following them a few paces behind. It's complete silence for almost five minutes. It's a really awkward silence, too.
"Hey, Malik, guess what I saw today," says Ryou, breaking that awful silence. I'm kind of disappointed that I'm not supposed to be included in the conversation, but I'm going to listen in on it anyway. It's what I would have wanted.
"What?" Malik seems to have relaxed, thank god. He seems genuinely interested in what Ryou saw. I'm interested too, sort of.
Ryou puts his hand up next to his mouth in the secret-telling motion and says in a quieter than normal voice, "During lunch, I saw Anzu making out with the Pharaoh in the girl's bathroom."
Malik starts laughing uncontrollably, so much that it almost seems unhealthy, maybe even evil. These are the times when I wonder if Malik is truly reformed from his dastardly ways. Then there is what Ryou said. Anzu and the Pharaoh? I wonder if Yuugi know what the Pharaoh is doing with his body... Wait a second!
"What were you doing in the girl's bathroom, Ryou?" I ask this, greatly amused.
"I don't know," utters Ryou. Why does this kid act so cryptically insane? I glance at Malik and he just shrugs nonchalantly with a small grin on his face.
I'm starting to enjoy these conversations. They're so deep.
I love this fic. I don't care if only like 8 people have even viewed it and I have no reviews or follows or favorites for it. I just really enjoy writing this for some reason. Like my other fics just aren't as fun to write. Pride and Prejudice seems like a chore and bloody stereotypes makes me want to rip my hair out because I can't get any ideas, but this fic just breaths and I love it for that.
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