A/N: Uhm...was bored in the extreme today during school, so even though I said this story was finished, you get a new chapter! *grin* There's a little bit of slash in this chapter between Malik and Yami Malik. (They're my favorite couple, so I couldn't resist. I could have done my second favorite, Yami and Yami Bakura, but you'll see why I didn't.) Anyway, even if you don't like m/m, there's nothing in here that's all that dirty. So you can keep reading...and reviewing...
"Yami, you're going to get cat hair in the soup."
Yami had been standing and watching over Yugi's shoulder as the small teen prepared Macaroni and Cheese. Hershe was perched on Yami's shoulder and licking her whiskers as the scent of what she hoped would become her dinner wafted up to her little pink nose.
Yami sighed and placed her on the ground. "That's not soup." He had said this several times, and each time Yugi would add more milk. Yami liked his Macaroni and Cheese runny; Yugi liked it thicker, but since Hershe had come into the family Yami insisted her vote counted, making Yugi outnumbered. Yami could be surprisingly stubborn in an argument, so Yugi had decided to just humor him.
But enough was enough. "What do you mean? Some of the macaroni is floating!"
"Hmm." Yami took a spoon and sampled the food. He smacked his lips thoughtfully, a habit he had picked up from watching one too many Saturday cooking shows. Then he dipped the spoon in again. Yugi didn't mind this, since Grandpa Moto was out of town and so only the two of them would be eating.
"Meow-row." Hershe pressed one of her paws against Yami's leg, but had melted his heart enough to get food from him with just her famous 'double meow'.
Yami knelt in front of her and allowed her to lap the cheese from the ladle. When she had eaten the macaroni and gone over the utensil again with her tongue, Yami stood up and went for more.
"Oh, no, you don't!" Yugi caught his hand and pushed it towards the sink, dripping cheese sauce from his own spoon as he did so. Hershe cleaned it up for him. "I like cat spit even less than her fur!"
Yami looked hurt. Yugi shook his head and said, more forcefully, "No! She has germs!"
"I brush her teeth myself!"
Trying to comfort the spirit, as well as explain modern knowledge of 'kitty germs', and all the while keep the orange concoction on the stove from burning was quite a chore. Yugi forced more patience into his voice. "But you only do that once a month. She licks herself a lot between brushings."
In fact, she was doing just that right then, as she tried to find a more productive way of begging. To Yugi's relief, Yami gave up rather easily.
Hershe suddenly ran to the front door, a more reliable sign than a doorbell that the Motos has visitors. The cat loved visitors enough to forget begging (if only for a while.) Yami scooped her up even as they heard a knock at the door. Joey grinned and waved once it was opened.
"Aw, it's the devil cat! Hi, devil cat...you're so cute." He rubbed her ears and Hershe purred obligingly. "How ya doin', Yugi?" Joey went swiftly into the kitchen.
"Hi, Joey. Want to stay for dinner?"
"Sure! Mmm, Mac and Cheese."
"Grab some bowls, would you? Yami, dinner's ready!"
"How ya sleepin'' nowadays, Yami?" Joey asked after they had all sat down and Hershe was playing in the other room. He knew all about Hershe's nocturnal habits; he thought it was hilarious.
Yami and Yugi wore matching grimaces. The spirit answered, "She likes to play at bed time. I can't get under my blankets until she's asleep."
Yugi nodded empathetically. "I almost had to get stitches in my feet the last time she stayed in my room."
Joey laughed. "Man, be really glad neither of you has a girlfriend. Imagine 'bed time' with Hershe trying to kill you. Hey, or a boyfriend..."
And then Yami got an idea. It was wonderful... it was awful... it involved catnip, Malik, and Malik's yami (the two of them, everyone knew, were an 'item'.) Yes, it was an awful, *wonderful* idea.
Yami ate quickly and ran to his room with Hershe. He took down the big catnip ball that he had sworn never to put in the kitten's sight again, after ending up with a broken TV and a terrified hikari on his hands.
He let her get nice and hyper as he packed up his cat-carrying backpack. Then, with much difficulty and lots of wasted lunch meat (not to mention multiple new scratches and claw marks), he coaxed her into the bag.
All prepared for war now, he darted out the door calling over his shoulder, "ByeYugi,GoingToPullAPrank-Don'tWorryIfI'mNotBackUntilLate!"
It wasn't at all hard to find Malik's 'hideout'. After all, Yami had known where it was all along. Secondly, to make sure he never lost track of it again, he had spray painted 'This Is Where Malik Is' on the roof. Finding Malik's bedroom was a bit more difficult. And, truthfully, a lot more terrifying. Following the moans and screams helped quite a bit.
"Can you believe this?" Yami muttered to Hershe, who was batting at imaginary mice in the backpack. "His bedroom is on the ground-floor. Got a nice window, though...not that the view is much." He winced, seeing his evil arch-nemeses in bed and a 'bit' past foreplay.
He knelt beside a beautiful fern (who'd have though Malik had gardening sense to make Sam Gamgee proud?) And pulled out his squirming kitten. He pushed her in the half-open window and sat back to wait.
It wasn't too long before he heard screams; then confused, outraged yells; silence; more snogging; louder screams, and not those of a passionate nature.
"Get the light!" Loud arguing and cursing before they found the lights. Yami had cut the electrical wires from the outside, and if he knew Hershe, she had probably chewed on some of the lamp cords before attacking the Maliks.
Yami then started chucking eggs into the room, calling for Hershe as he did so. Of course, the kitten wouldn't come (it's a cat, not a dog or a robot), so he had to lure her with a large piece of ham. As soon as she was in his arms he ran all the way home.
More A/N: Yeah, that's as far as I got. Now I have to work on all the OTHER stories I'm doing. And clean out the ones I'll never come back to.