Hello everyone^^ I'm finally back with a new chapter!:D I'm so happy so many liked and reviewed the last chapter. I never thought I would get over 15 reviews on just one chapter! *huggles* Thank you very much! :D You definitely deserve your lollipops. Marik, give me the lollipops.

Marik:(Hugs the bag of lollipops possesively to his chest and glares)

Come on, give them to me.

Marik:No! My candy!

Give them to me!*deathglare*

Marik:*reluctantly gives me the lollipops*

There^^ *hands out lollipops to all reviewers* Thank you all! I've drawn Malik's outfit in this story and put it up on DeviantArt account:D If you want to see it the link is on my profile;)
So this is chapter 7 and I'm not overly happy with it. I got stuck all the time and just couldn't write and also school has started again and gives me no freetime to write it seems like. But I really wanted to finish this so here it is, not the best but at least it's here^^;

So ENJOY!

Disclaimer:I do not own Yugioh, If I did then it would have more yaoi than cardgames;D


Malik sighed deeply as she stirred the spoon in her hot drink. She brought it to her lips and sipped on it carefully, liking how the warmth spread in her body as she listened to the 3000 years old Egyptian spirits carry out their discussion without getting a solution. They had been bickéring for about an hour now.

Yami wrinkled his forehead in deep thought. "How about we-"

"Already tried that," Bakura cut him off. "It doesn't work."

"Then how about-"

"Not possible without a sacrifice and to be frank, no matter how much fun butchering a couple of sheep at the secret altar in Egypt at the third full moon may sound, I think I'll pass," the thief said sarcastically while he played absently with a strand of his white hair. Yami sighed and looked at Malik.

"Are you okay Malik? Do you feel anything unusual?" Malik blinked.

"No, I'm fine besides the most obvious things."

Yami sighed and turned his gaze back to Bakura. "What do we do then?"

"Don't ask me," Bakura replied. "I'm an expert in shadow magic but I've never encountered a spell this strong that won't break for anything," Malik started to feel anxious as she sat up straighter.

"What does that mean exactly?" Yami and Bakura looked at her, then at each other, then away from her. Bakura cleared his throat and Yami scratched the back of his head. Malik furrowed her eyebrows. "Well?"

It was Yami who hesitantly spoke first.

"Malik, Since we're having trouble with this you may have to consider this change… permanent," he said awkwardly. Malik eyes widened and she paled considerably.

"What!" she shrieked and flew up from her seat. Yami and Bakura however jumped back in their seat as she started to have a panic attack. "This cannot be permanent! I don't want to be a girl!" she screamed and started to pace around the living. "There has to be a way to change me back! Has to be!"

Bakura stood up and walked over to her. "Malik stop screaming-"

"What am I going to do!" Malik screamed as she grabbed Bakura by the hem of his shirt and pulled him down to eye-level. Bakura swallowed. "Please Bakura, do something!" Malik cried out as her eyes filled with unshed tears. "I don't want to live the rest of my life with a pair of tits and a… and a…!" the tears spilled over and Malik buried her face in Bakura's shirt and sobbed loudly.

The former thief king was not sure what he was going to do. He had never liked dealing with crying women. He helplessly looked at Yami for advice, but the pharaoh looked just as lost as Bakura himself felt. The white haired yami hesitantly lifted his hand and patted her awkwardly on the head. Malik cried louder and Bakura panicked. "H-hey Malik, stop crying," he gently shook her by the shoulders. "Please stop!" Malik sobbed and looked up at him. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, tear streaks marked her cheeks and her pouty lips quivered slightly. It took all of Bakura's willpower to swallow the urge to just lean down and kiss her. It'll be alright," he said, though somewhat strained. "We'll find the fucking cure alright?" Malik hiccupped and nodded. "Good," Bakura breathed and pushed her arm-length distance away from him but never let go of her shoulders. "Now stop crying," he ordered.

Malik chuckled and wiped away her tears. "I would never have guessed you were afraid of weeping women," she said.

"I'm not!" Bakura spluttered as he blushed embarrassedly. Malik laughed.

"Are too! You were so scared!"

"I was not! And if I was it was because I was worried you'd ruin my shirt with your snot!"

Yami rolled his eyes as the two continued bickering. He sat up slowly, trying to cause himself as little pain as possible. His chest and back hurt terribly from his meeting with the wall earlier but he did his best to not let it show. He watched with amusement as his former enemies held a glaring contest in the middle of his living room.

Malik stood, hands on her hips, head bent at the back of her neck as she stared up at Bakura who had his arms crossed as he glared down at her. It looked pretty funny since they stood only about two inches away from each other.

After a couple of minutes Malik sighed and looked away defeated. Bakura smirked in triumph.

"I win," he said proudly. Malik rolled her eyes.

"Whatever," she said and crossed her arms. "I bet you were born with that glare anyway so it's cheating."

Bakura tilted his head and smirked. "Are you accusing me of playing dishonorably?"

"You know what? That's exactly what I'm doing," Malik growled.

"You should talk for yourself missy," Bakura said and ruffled her hair. "If anyone cheats in here it's you, you deceitful little bastard."

"What the hell do you mean by that?" Malik hissed. Bakura smirked wider.

"You cheat more than I do Malik. You were the one who wanted to use Ryou to force the pharaoh to give up in that duel and brainwashed Jounouchi and put illegal cards in his deck. I bet you didn't even get your locator cards yourself when you just could get one of your mind slaves to get them for you," Malik stared at him dumbfounded.

"B-but… Y-you… Then what about you!"

"I got my locator cards fair and square and I did it myself," Bakura replied smugly. "So I don't cheat."

Malik opened her mouth to protest but shut it again in lack of a comeback. She scowled at him and clenched her fists.

"Don't be ridiculous Bakura, you cheat almost all the time," Yami said bored as he laid his chin to rest in his hand that was propped up on the armrest of the couch. Bakura's eyebrow twitched as he turned his face to look at the former ruler of Egypt.

"Stay out of this your highness, this is between me and Malik," he growled warningly. Yami however smirked and continued to talk.

"Remember when we played monster world?(1)" he asked smugly. Bakura glared at him. "You trapped Yugi and the other's souls into dolls, cheated with the dice, then you-"

"You cheated with the dice too!" Bakura snarled and pointed and accusing finger at him.

"Only once and that was to prove that you cheated," Yami said calmly and waved him off as if he was an annoying fly. "And when you stopped with that and we both agreed to not use that cheating technique anymore, you used the millennium ring's power to seal a portion of your soul into the dice to give yourself consecutive critical hits, and on top of it all you pierced Ryou's hand on one of the game play towers," he continued, adding the last bit with a cold glare.

"Ryou already forgave me for that!" Bakura shouted exasperated.

"Anyway," Yami closed his eyes and smirked, "I'd say that you play the most dishonourably."

"And what about you pharaoh? Like hell you've never cheated somehow," Bakura sneered and crossed his arms over his chest. Malik watched curiously as the two yamis shared some sort of silent conversation.

"I do not cheat, only if absolutely necessary," Yami said after a minute.

"So you do cheat?" Malik asked confused. Yami looked up at her and smirked. "If I ever did it has never been proved," he said smoothly and Malik blinked while Bakura snorted and uncrossed his arms.

"Whatever," the albino growled and moved to go back to his chair. "We must figure out what to do with Malik…"

All three of them looked up when they heard the bell from the shop ring when the door flung open, signaling someone had entered and that someone was angrily stomping down the hallway. Malik and Yami watched wide eyed as Bakura was tackled to the floor with an enraged, blonde Egyptian on top of him who was hissing like a startled desert cobra.

"Marik, what the fuck!" Bakura coughed as Marik had on hand pressed against his throat, cutting off his air supply.

"What the hell have you been doing with my hikari!" the glowing eye on the Egyptian's forehead blinked angrily. Bakura tried to yank the hand away from his throat. Marik only squeezed harder. "Ngh... Marik... What are you... talking about...?" Bakura was turning blue due the lack of oxygen. Malik finally snapped out of her shock.

"Marik!" she exclaimed. Marik looked up and his eyes widened as his eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

"What the hell are you wearing?" he asked after a minute. Bakura took the moment of distraction to kick the blonde yami off him.

Just then, Ryou and Yugi rushed in. "Marik!" they shouted in unison as Bakura sat up, rubbing his throat, and kicked the blonde lightly in the side.

"You idiot, what did you do that for?" he said hoarsely as he glared at the other yami. Ryou quickly knelt down beside him. "Are you okay?" he asked concerned. Yugi looked around and his eyes fell on Malik who looked completely dumfounded.

"Oh my god, is that you Malik?" the shortest hikari gaped at her. Ryou looked up and his eyebrows almost rose to his hairline. Malik blinked a few times at her fellow hikaris.

"Yeah, it's me," she said slowly. Ryou and Yugi just stared at her. Marik wasn't much better. Apparently they had not been prepared that she would have those kinds of clothes. Under other circumstances Malik would have found their reactions amusing but right now she wasn't thinking about it.

Then the door opened and they could hear the other's voices down the hall. Malik couldn't do anything but groan and smack her forehead with her palm. "Oh no. You lead them here didn't you?" Ryou and Yugi scratched the back of their heads and nodded.

"Yugi! What's happening man!" Jounouchi panted as he came up beside his friend.

"Yeah what's up?" Honda echoed as he came into view, followed by Anzu, Mai and Otogi. They looked around and saw the two yamis and Ryou on the floor.

"What happened? Why is Bakura here and Marik dressing up as Malik?" Jounouchi asked confused. Then he noticed Malik who stood in the middle of the room. "And who are you?" he blinked.

"She looks familiar..." Honda mused and tilted his head slightly to the side. The others muttered in agreement. Malik gulped. Soon they would figure it out!

It took them five (for Jou: ten) seconds to realize who it was.

"Malik!" they all shouted in surprise. Malik squirmed uncomfortably.

"Yeah, it's me," she sighed. More sounds of surprise filled the room.

"You're a chick!" Honda exclaimed. Malik glared at him effortlessly.

"Thanks for reminding me," she muttered.

"But how!" Anzu asked as she stared.

"You were the girl I met at the mall!" Mai gasped when she realized.

"What the heck happened to you man?" Jounouchi shouted. In the midst of all the questions, Bakura got up on his feet and walked over to the armchair and plopped down. Marik shook his head and also stood up, anger seemingly forgotten for a minute. Yami sat up straighter.

"Be quiet everyone!" he shouted in his deep voice. It was the kind of voice you obey, the pharaoh voice. Everyone immediately quieted down. "Now you're free to explain Malik."

"Thanks Yami," Malik sighed and started to retell what had happened the last two days. When she was done everybody was still quiet.

"So..." Otogi began. "Your psychotic darker side has accidentally turned you into a girl and now you have no idea how to turn you back?" Malik nodded solemnly.

"We'll find the solution soon," Yami said as Yugi put his hand on his shoulder, looking deeply concerned after he had heard how Yami was thrown into a wall.

Malik ran a hand through her hair. "I hope so... My sister can't come home and see me like this," Honda put a hand on her shoulder and nodded with pity.

"Ah!" Marik suddenly exclaimed. Everyone turned to look at him as the eye of Horus reappeared on his forehead. He suddenly threw himself at Bakura who instinctively raised his hands to stop Marik's from harming him. Honda and Jounouchi quickly grabbed the Egyptian's arm and pulled him away.

"You fucker!" Marik spat at Bakura who just blinked. Malik rushed forward to calm the raging yami down.

"Marik! Stop it!" she shouted and grabbed his shirt to make him look at her.

"What the hell is wrong with him Ryou?" Bakura asked. Ryou blinked, then blushed and coughed a little.

"I think it's because you two went on a date..." he said finally. Malik and Bakura stared at him with blank faces. Marik snarled.

"Are you two dating?" Anzu, Yugi, Jounouchi, Honda and Otogi asked surprised at the same time.

"What- No we're not!" Malik exclaimed, growing redder by the second.

"That's not what you told me," Mai said with a small smirk playing on her lips as she leaned against the wall. Malik blush intensified with about ten degrees.

"No no no! You're wrong! It wasn't like that at all!" she exclaimed and waved her hands in front of her. "We're not dating!"

"You're not? Well that's too bad. You look cute together," Mai said and her smirk grew wider. Malik now looked like a living tomato. Even Bakura had the decency to look embarrassed.

"It wasn't like that!" Malik repeated. "We just said that so you would go away!"

"And leave you to your love business?" Otogi said suggestively while wriggling his eyebrows. Now both Bakura and Malik were blushing.

"Will you shut up? There's nothing between me and Malik," Bakura said and cleared his throat. Malik nodded quickly in agreement.

"Really?" Marik asked suspiciously as he looked at them through narrowed eyes.

"Yes, really," Bakura and Malik said in unison. Marik visibly relaxed and Jou and Honda released him when they were sure he wouldn't try to attack Bakura again.

"What were you doing at the mall anyway," Ryou asked curiously.

"I had to get new clothes of course," Malik said. "All of Isis clothes are completely the wrong size," she shrugged.

"I see..." Yugi said slowly and tilted his head slightly. "But why a skirt?" he asked while the rest of the guys muttered to themselves. No matter how girly they all thought of Malik as a guy they'd never imagined him to wear a skirt, at least not a short one that showed his legs.

"Why not?" Malik blinked. "It looks good doesn't it?" No one could disagree.

"Sure does hon'," Mai replied with a smile. "Those clothes are perfect for you."

"Thanks," Malik smiled. "It was Bakura who picked out most of it," every pair of eyes in the room turned to the thief who until now had looked bored out of his skull. Now his eyes were wide and his face sported an embarrassed blush. Even his ears were red!

"I did not," he muttered. Malik blinked.

"You did too. And you were the one who wanted me to try all those dresses and got the boots for me," she said, completely oblivious to the embarrassment Bakura felt upon having the others hearing this. A sly smirk spread on Marik's lips.

"Really thief king? I would never have guessed you like runway shows," he chuckled as everyone tried desperately to keep from laughing.

"Will. You. Shut. Up?" Bakura growled warningly, his red skin making a strong contrast to his white hair.

"I'm sorry Bakura," Ryou giggled. "It's just to fun to imagine."

Mai patted Bakura on the shoulder. "At least you have great taste," she said. Then Marik burst out laughing, quickly followed by Ryou, Otogi, Honda, Jounouchi and even by Yugi and Yami.

"Shut up!" Bakura roared, feeling totally humiliated. Malik blinked confused. She didn't get why everyone was laughing.

"Hmm, look like you hurt his pride," Anzu giggled.

"How did I do that?" Malik asked and scratched the back of her head.

"What you just said doesn't go very well with the badass image Bakura has," Mai explained amusedly. "He's embarrassed," Malik's mouth formed into a small 'o' shape in realization.

The laughter died down after a while but amusement still lingered in the air.

"Anyway, now that we're all here," Yami said, mostly referring to Marik, Bakura and himself, "we should be able solve Malik's 'problem'," and then they were back to throw out ideas that were rejected by the other two


Later that day, Malik and Marik had left the game shop and were on their way home. The yamis had made new attempts to break Malik's spell which had resulted in Marik getting a bruise the size of a baseball on his left arm, Bakura's shirt being ripped to pieces (he borrowed a new one from Yami later) and Yami nearly being burnt to a crisp (Marik found that hilarious) but the worst of all: Malik was still a girl.

"Ow..." Marik whined as he poked the bruise on his arm.

"Don't touch it and it won't hurt too much," Malik suggested. Malik pouted and touched his hair and made a disgusted face.

"Can't wait 'til we get home so I can take a shower and get rid of this goo," Malik chuckled slightly at his childish tone but said nothing about it.

They got to their house and Malik unlocked the door and both walked inside. Malik put down the bag that held the rest of her clothes and started to take off her shoes. Marik shrugged out of the school uniform jacket and dropped it to the floor. Malik looked at him disapprovingly but let it slide.

"I'm hungry Malik," the tanned yami yawned.

"Let's just order a pizza or something," Malik muttered as Marik pulled the white t-shirt over his head and dropped that also to the floor. The phone rang and Malik went to answer it.

"Hello, Ishtar residence," she said.

"Hello? Who is this?" Malik's eyes widened and she quickly yanked the phone away from her ear as if she had been burned. Marik looked at her questioningly.

"It's Isis!" Malik hissed. "Oh dear Ra, what do we do?" Marik acted quickly and snatched the phone away from her and put it to his ear.

"Hey Isis," he said quickly, "How are you doing?"

"Marik, who was that?" the female voice on the other line asked.

"Who?" Marik said dumbly, trying to win some time.

"She who answered the phone," Isis pressed, sounding impatient.

"Ah, her... She is umm... Malik's classmate," he said slowly while Malik nodded encouragingly for him to continue with the lie. "She's here for some project she and Malik are doing for school and picked up the phone since I couldn't at the moment," Malik did the thumbs up.

"Okay..." Isis said. "Can I talk to Malik please?" Marik's eyes widened slightly. "No, he's umm... he's in the shower," the yami said.

"He's in the shower while one of his female classmates is at the house?" Isis asked suspiciously. Marik realized his mistake.

"Umm yeah, but she just left so...," he said lamely. Isis was quiet for a while before she sighed.

"Okay. Tell Malik that everything is alright over here and I'll be home in two days."

"I'll tell him that. Bye!" Marik said and hung up before she could say anything more.

Malik looked at him worriedly. "What did she say?" Marik glanced at her.

"She'll be back in two days," Malik inhaled deeply and held her breath.

"We have to get me back to normal," she said finally. Otherwise they were both screwed.


Well it looks like Bakura survived XD Him and Malik really should have thought twice about lying to Mai. And I really like Mai and Otogi being the teasing characters, it fits them so well. And I liked the discussion about who plays the most dishonourably, though I have to say I actually think Malik wins on that one. He's done some bad stuff:O (Bakura: I hate you) *gasp* And Isis is coming home! What are our brave heroes going to do!*snicker*They're getting short on time now. Will they get Malik normal in time?

Don't forget to check out Malik's clothes in this story in the link on my profile okay?;D

(1)This is from book 6-7 in the original Yugioh manga where Bakura and Ryou are first introduced to the series.

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