Chapter 4 - Say What?
[Kweeeeeh. Thanks for the reviews ^^ and sorry for the lack of updates. I've been a little busy with schoolwork, volunteering at animal shelters and weddings of my cousins -_-; Hectic? Yes. ANYWAYS! On with the torture! Disclaimer: I do not own anything related, near or anything SOUNDING like Yugioh...cept my character that should be appearing sometime in this little
torture story...sometime .]
After Malik untied his yami from the chair, he set himself between the now scarred Yugi and the psychotic spirit of a yami.
"Now, on to what I was going to say earlier." Started Malik as he kept an eye on his mischievous dark half. "Isis is tired of us...mainly you, doing nothing around the house. She wants us to get a job. Any job will do, actually. As long as we bring some money in the house and buy our own food or something responsible like that."
"...Say WHAT?!" yelled Yami Malik as his face went somewhat blank.
"What?" asked Yugi.
"He didn't ask you to say what, Yugi." Muttered Yami as he started tearing the morning paper to shreds, slowly. "If he wanted you to say what, then he would have directly said to you, say what."
"What." Answered Yugi.
"..."
"Whaaaaat?!" asked Yugi again.
Yami grabbed the nearest thing to him, which was a bowl of sugar cubes and Ra doesn't know why that was left in the open, and shoved the bowl in front of Yugi. "Enjoy."
"A job? ME!? Working?! HA! That's a laugh! A laugh indeed! NEVER MAKE ME LAUGH!" snapped Yami Malik.
"...It won't be for long, yami! I assure you! Just as long as we bring some money in the house, Isis won't bother us about the laziness anymore!" said Malik quickly as he put his hands up defensively.
"Psh...fine." Mumbled Yami Malik as he crossed his arms and looked out the kitchen window.
"Alright...now all we have to do is find some article about a job opportunity or ask some of our friends." Said Malik to himself.
"Ahem..."
"Right...MY friends...and your victims. I know the drill." Corrected Malik as he scratched his head.
"Who are you going to ask first?" asked Yugi out of curiosity, oddly already finished eating the bowl of sugar cubes. [A.N: May Ra have mercy on their souls...]
"That's...the question which I do not know the answer for and most likely it won't be me that figures out the answer." Answered Malik somewhat sheepishly, knowing that his dark half and himself had to find a job soon.
"I know!" said Yugi as he rushed over to the phone...and the sugar-high began.
Yami looked up from his excessive paper ripping and found Yugi dialing numbers on the phone all too quickly.
"HiJoey! It'smeYugi!CanyoumeetmeandMalikandhisyamiandmyyamiattheparkinfiftenminutes?O kay?Thanks!" then Yugi hung up the phone.
"Err...Yugi, calm down a bit." Said his yami cautiously.
Once again, Yugi was dialing a hundred numbers a minute.
"HiTristan,It'smeYugi!CanyoumeetmeandMalikandhisyamiandmyyamiandJoeyatthepar kinfiftenminutes?Okay?Thanks!" then Yugi hung up the phone again.
"...Yugi, say what." Said Yami bluntly.
"WHAT?" yelled Yugi as he looked back at his Yami innocently sugar- highish...is that even possible?
"...Nevermind."
Yugi once again, yet there is a pattern, dialed another phone number.
"HiTéa,It'smeYugi!CanyoumeetmeandMalikandhisyamiandmyyamiandJoeyandTristanat theparkinfiftenminutes?Okay?Thanks! Oh yea! Call Bakura too!" then Yugi hung up the phone and started dialing another number.
"Tell me that you did NOT just phone that annoying friendship speech girl who never shuts up about friends and stupid shit like that!?" yelled Yami Malik as he jumped out of his chair.
Yugi did not hear the yell of protest until Yami Malik leaped at him and ripped the phone out of the wall.
"You little brat! I will choke you with this until you turn blue! No wait! Purple! UNTIL YOU ARE DEAD!" yelled Yami Malik as he reached for Yugi's neck.
"Yami! Don't do it! Calm down!" said Malik as he grabbed his yami's shoulder and started pulling him back.
"And YOU!" hissed Yami Malik as he looked back at his lighter half. "If it wasn't for you and your Ra damned sister, I wouldn't have these gashes across my chest! I wouldn't have to pop a vein because of the little midget! I wouldn't have to DEAL with that annoying friendship girl who doesn't know WHEN to shut up and WHEN she is going to die from her excessive whining!"
Malik blinked and looked at his yami. He started to wonder if his yami actually kept those comments to himself for all that time...and if he had any more.
"Now LET GO OF ME!" yelled Yami Malik as he pulled away from his lighter half, crossing his arms and muttering incoherent curse words in Egyptian.
Yugi looked at the ripped wall, shrugged and dropped the phone. "Well, that was odd!"
'I'm going to have to fix the phones before Isis gets back...or else, my yami and I are doomed.' Thought Malik to himself as he looked at the phone.
"Well," started off Yami as he sat Yugi back in a chair. "We might as well prepare ourselves to meet Joey and the others at the park...we cannot just leave them standing there for no reason."
"Or can we..." muttered Yami Malik.
Malik sighed and dragged his yami into the hallway. "Listen, yami. If you go, I'll...well, promise you something."
"And what would be good enough to get ME to stand around the likes of those annoying brats, hm?" asked Yami Malik distastefully.
"Well..." then Malik whispered into his darker half's ear.
Yami Malik smirked like a sly fox...meaning that was the closest thing to him being SANELY content in a long time...was that even possible?
"Alright, I'll go." He replied.
A while later, around fifteen minutes after the random phone calls, the small group consisting of Yugi, Malik and their yamis, were standing in the middle of the park. Yami sat cross-legged on a park bench, with one arm propped up on his knee and his chin resting on his hand barely. He, of all the people, was going to help the insane Egyptian priest get a job...a job, for Ra's sake!
"Yami, are they here yet?" asked Yugi as he peeked from over the back of the park bench.
"For the tenth time, no Yugi..." sighed Yami as he scanned the area with his eyes.
"There they are! There they are!" shouted Yugi as he pointed.
Unfortunately, his yami looked back and got poked in the eye...Wondering if Yugi got taught that pointing was rude? So do the rest of us.
"OW! Ra damn it!" yelled Yami as he clutched his eye. [A.N: that side of his face...whatever .]
"Sorry Yami! I'm sorry really! I didn't mean it! I won't do it again! I'm sor-"
"It's alright, Yugi! I'm fine!" said Yami quickly as he uncovered his eye, trying to ignore the stinging pain.
Téa walked up and saw Yami's eye. "What happened to you? Did you run into a coat rack or something?"
"It's nothing...ignore it." Muttered Yami as his poked eye could only open about half way before it really started to hurt.
Joey apparently brought Tristan and Bakura with him, since they didn't REALLY want to walk with the walking friendship speech machine. [A.N: Sorry to any Téa fans that read that part x_x Please don't yell at me!]
Yugi jumped around hyperly as the sugar continued to cycle through his bloodstream. The group sweat dropped then there was the sound of a branch cracking within the depths of the leaves on a nearby tree. As if in unison, all of them looked at the tree, wondering who the spy was...
[Dun dun dunnn...there you have it. Short chapter four. Just to say, that this story has some ties to the sequel to my first yugioh story. So...I'm just warning people so I don't getting any flames and such ]
[Kweeeeeh. Thanks for the reviews ^^ and sorry for the lack of updates. I've been a little busy with schoolwork, volunteering at animal shelters and weddings of my cousins -_-; Hectic? Yes. ANYWAYS! On with the torture! Disclaimer: I do not own anything related, near or anything SOUNDING like Yugioh...cept my character that should be appearing sometime in this little
torture story...sometime .]
After Malik untied his yami from the chair, he set himself between the now scarred Yugi and the psychotic spirit of a yami.
"Now, on to what I was going to say earlier." Started Malik as he kept an eye on his mischievous dark half. "Isis is tired of us...mainly you, doing nothing around the house. She wants us to get a job. Any job will do, actually. As long as we bring some money in the house and buy our own food or something responsible like that."
"...Say WHAT?!" yelled Yami Malik as his face went somewhat blank.
"What?" asked Yugi.
"He didn't ask you to say what, Yugi." Muttered Yami as he started tearing the morning paper to shreds, slowly. "If he wanted you to say what, then he would have directly said to you, say what."
"What." Answered Yugi.
"..."
"Whaaaaat?!" asked Yugi again.
Yami grabbed the nearest thing to him, which was a bowl of sugar cubes and Ra doesn't know why that was left in the open, and shoved the bowl in front of Yugi. "Enjoy."
"A job? ME!? Working?! HA! That's a laugh! A laugh indeed! NEVER MAKE ME LAUGH!" snapped Yami Malik.
"...It won't be for long, yami! I assure you! Just as long as we bring some money in the house, Isis won't bother us about the laziness anymore!" said Malik quickly as he put his hands up defensively.
"Psh...fine." Mumbled Yami Malik as he crossed his arms and looked out the kitchen window.
"Alright...now all we have to do is find some article about a job opportunity or ask some of our friends." Said Malik to himself.
"Ahem..."
"Right...MY friends...and your victims. I know the drill." Corrected Malik as he scratched his head.
"Who are you going to ask first?" asked Yugi out of curiosity, oddly already finished eating the bowl of sugar cubes. [A.N: May Ra have mercy on their souls...]
"That's...the question which I do not know the answer for and most likely it won't be me that figures out the answer." Answered Malik somewhat sheepishly, knowing that his dark half and himself had to find a job soon.
"I know!" said Yugi as he rushed over to the phone...and the sugar-high began.
Yami looked up from his excessive paper ripping and found Yugi dialing numbers on the phone all too quickly.
"HiJoey! It'smeYugi!CanyoumeetmeandMalikandhisyamiandmyyamiattheparkinfiftenminutes?O kay?Thanks!" then Yugi hung up the phone.
"Err...Yugi, calm down a bit." Said his yami cautiously.
Once again, Yugi was dialing a hundred numbers a minute.
"HiTristan,It'smeYugi!CanyoumeetmeandMalikandhisyamiandmyyamiandJoeyatthepar kinfiftenminutes?Okay?Thanks!" then Yugi hung up the phone again.
"...Yugi, say what." Said Yami bluntly.
"WHAT?" yelled Yugi as he looked back at his Yami innocently sugar- highish...is that even possible?
"...Nevermind."
Yugi once again, yet there is a pattern, dialed another phone number.
"HiTéa,It'smeYugi!CanyoumeetmeandMalikandhisyamiandmyyamiandJoeyandTristanat theparkinfiftenminutes?Okay?Thanks! Oh yea! Call Bakura too!" then Yugi hung up the phone and started dialing another number.
"Tell me that you did NOT just phone that annoying friendship speech girl who never shuts up about friends and stupid shit like that!?" yelled Yami Malik as he jumped out of his chair.
Yugi did not hear the yell of protest until Yami Malik leaped at him and ripped the phone out of the wall.
"You little brat! I will choke you with this until you turn blue! No wait! Purple! UNTIL YOU ARE DEAD!" yelled Yami Malik as he reached for Yugi's neck.
"Yami! Don't do it! Calm down!" said Malik as he grabbed his yami's shoulder and started pulling him back.
"And YOU!" hissed Yami Malik as he looked back at his lighter half. "If it wasn't for you and your Ra damned sister, I wouldn't have these gashes across my chest! I wouldn't have to pop a vein because of the little midget! I wouldn't have to DEAL with that annoying friendship girl who doesn't know WHEN to shut up and WHEN she is going to die from her excessive whining!"
Malik blinked and looked at his yami. He started to wonder if his yami actually kept those comments to himself for all that time...and if he had any more.
"Now LET GO OF ME!" yelled Yami Malik as he pulled away from his lighter half, crossing his arms and muttering incoherent curse words in Egyptian.
Yugi looked at the ripped wall, shrugged and dropped the phone. "Well, that was odd!"
'I'm going to have to fix the phones before Isis gets back...or else, my yami and I are doomed.' Thought Malik to himself as he looked at the phone.
"Well," started off Yami as he sat Yugi back in a chair. "We might as well prepare ourselves to meet Joey and the others at the park...we cannot just leave them standing there for no reason."
"Or can we..." muttered Yami Malik.
Malik sighed and dragged his yami into the hallway. "Listen, yami. If you go, I'll...well, promise you something."
"And what would be good enough to get ME to stand around the likes of those annoying brats, hm?" asked Yami Malik distastefully.
"Well..." then Malik whispered into his darker half's ear.
Yami Malik smirked like a sly fox...meaning that was the closest thing to him being SANELY content in a long time...was that even possible?
"Alright, I'll go." He replied.
A while later, around fifteen minutes after the random phone calls, the small group consisting of Yugi, Malik and their yamis, were standing in the middle of the park. Yami sat cross-legged on a park bench, with one arm propped up on his knee and his chin resting on his hand barely. He, of all the people, was going to help the insane Egyptian priest get a job...a job, for Ra's sake!
"Yami, are they here yet?" asked Yugi as he peeked from over the back of the park bench.
"For the tenth time, no Yugi..." sighed Yami as he scanned the area with his eyes.
"There they are! There they are!" shouted Yugi as he pointed.
Unfortunately, his yami looked back and got poked in the eye...Wondering if Yugi got taught that pointing was rude? So do the rest of us.
"OW! Ra damn it!" yelled Yami as he clutched his eye. [A.N: that side of his face...whatever .]
"Sorry Yami! I'm sorry really! I didn't mean it! I won't do it again! I'm sor-"
"It's alright, Yugi! I'm fine!" said Yami quickly as he uncovered his eye, trying to ignore the stinging pain.
Téa walked up and saw Yami's eye. "What happened to you? Did you run into a coat rack or something?"
"It's nothing...ignore it." Muttered Yami as his poked eye could only open about half way before it really started to hurt.
Joey apparently brought Tristan and Bakura with him, since they didn't REALLY want to walk with the walking friendship speech machine. [A.N: Sorry to any Téa fans that read that part x_x Please don't yell at me!]
Yugi jumped around hyperly as the sugar continued to cycle through his bloodstream. The group sweat dropped then there was the sound of a branch cracking within the depths of the leaves on a nearby tree. As if in unison, all of them looked at the tree, wondering who the spy was...
[Dun dun dunnn...there you have it. Short chapter four. Just to say, that this story has some ties to the sequel to my first yugioh story. So...I'm just warning people so I don't getting any flames and such ]