Chapter 2-Rod
(Bakura)
Malik is such an asshole.
I should probably define what I mean by 'asshole.' Not like the guy who swerves into your lane with no warning, or the woman who lets her dog shit on your front lawn. Not like an asshole of the stuck-up bastard caliber, which Kaiba fills out so well, or like his underlings, who pretend to worship him but would put a knife in his back if they ever found the balls to do it. Those are 'asswipes.'
No, Malik is an asshole on a highly annoying scale. I always knew he'd bother the ever loving hell out of me eventually, but I never thought it would come so soon. He happens to be a compulsive cleaner, while I'd just as soon let all of my stuff pile up rather than lower myself to organize it-which gets me screamed at...oh, once a day. I can find it already, seeing as it's always right in front of me.
Plus, he's a manipulative little shit. Clearly explains why he hasn't been overthrown as far as the GHOULS are concerned, since he's not what could be considered 'leader material.' I see now where Ryou got the facial expression known as...ugh...the puppy look. It makes me sick just thinking about it. It makes me pissed that he has managed to bend my will every time he uses it on me. Heh, Yugi's is a hell of a lot worse though. I almost pity the pharaoh.
Scratch that. I do NOT pity the pharaoh, nor will I ever.
Anyway, I just woke up from a wonderful drunken haze to find him disinfecting the coffee table (which I have yet to see anyone use to set coffee on) with a rag and a bottle of Lysol. Actually, the scent woke me up. It smells like a pine hell in this room. This is the thanks I get for bringing him a chessecake too. I suppose I should dislodge myself from the (unfortunately leather) couch, and it's unfortunate because it's hot in here, and all I'm wearing is a pair of jeans. So when I rise, it's going to be really shitty for the skin on my back.
Ah, there we go-the familiar tape-peeling sound of skin from leather, and the stinging pain that accompanies it. The sensation is more than familiar now.
"Ow." What, did you think I'd scream in pain?
Malik looks at me. "Thanks for the cake and all, but it would've helped if you brought home some regular food."
I shrug. "You usually do all the grocery shopping, not me. I don't need to eat as often as you do."
"But you do eat. Get up and go to the damn store!"
"Why the hell should I?!" You may be wondering why I can speak so clearly having been piss-ass drunk earlier. Oh, the many advantages of the sennen ring and loads of shadow magic. Mwahaha.
Malik growls, trying his best to intimidater me, something he should've given up on by now. "Because I said so. And it's my apartment. I pay the rent and other shit, so it's the LEAST you can do."
Can't argue with you there. The only thing that I pay for is pizza delivery and they usually charge us ten bucks extra because no one wants to be traumatized when they come to our door. The last guy hemorrhaged through his nose because I dared Malik to answer the door in the costume I made him wear. Suffice to say that it covered very little of anything and said mortal's ego was inflated after that event.
So here I am, grabbing my money out from under the carpet (don't ask-it's paranoia on my part) and digging for a shirt so I can head out to the brightly lit cesspool known as Giant Eagle. When you think about it, that's a really stupid name for a market. It doesn't take a fucking genius to put an adjective and a noun together (HA! I paid attention to some of Ryou's classes) and call it a store chain.
I slap the idiot's ass on the way to the door and he chucks the rag at me, which misses. I just realized that I have to get at least a few days worth of food to carry back in flimsy plastic bags and I can't drive. I have two options-either walk the mile to the market or catch a bus with all those...things that come out to the stop around 7 p.m. and stare at you.
Malik is going to pay for this...
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