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Malik paced back and forth in the living room, an uneasy expression on his face. He wasn't even sure if he
wanted to know what Bakura was going to do to him. He was only praying that it didn't involve a Penguin
Knight costume.
Just a few minutes before, Isis left without saying anything to Malik. She left in quite a hurry, though Malik
was glad she was gone, for he didn't know what to expect.
Soon, the doorbell rang, Malik rushing towards the door to answer it. Yes, it was Bakura, and luckily he
couldn't see any sign of a penguin. He was holding a huge bag, brushes and hair sprays seen faintly.
"Hi Bakura!", he said nervously, Bakura helping himself in.
"Hurry, we have to be done soon so you can still enter.", Bakura replied without even saying hello, pushing
Malik into a chair.
"...wuhh?", Malik said, looking up at Bakura in confusion.
"Just be quiet and sit still.", Bakura said hurriedly, setting up stuff on the table. Bakura spun Malik's chair
around, since it was one of those chairs that can spin around. To Malik's suprise, Bakura was holding a stick
of lipstick and a curling iron, a maniacal smile on his face.
For a while, Malik was quiet, though then began to speak.
"Do you even know what you're doing?", Malik asked uneasily.
"Sure I do, it's like riding a bike, though with more butterfly hair pins!!"
That statement shut Malik up for a while.
After a few long hours of torture, Bakura pushed Malik in his room to put on a different outfit, which he
supplied.
He soon came out, blushing deeply, dressed in a lavender mini skirt with a tank top of the same color. He
also was wearing knee high boots, the same shade of purple. His eyes were twitching, and his hair was up
in a messy pony tail, having about a million hair pins in it.
Bakura held his breath to stop himself from laughing, then finally began to speak. "...what's wrong? You
look like a girl, don't you? Mai let me borrow some of her stuff. Luckily, she didn't ask why."
Malik said nothing, still twitching.
"...well?"
"I hate you. Everything that goes wrong in my life will be blamed on you. Deaths will be blamed on you.
Me getting embarrassed tomorrow will be blamed on you. EVERYTHING will be blamed on YOU. Are you
happy now?"
Bakura blinked for a moment.
"What?", Malik asked in an irritated tone to Bakura's silence.
Bakura grinned. "Just wondering if you need more eye shadow."
Malik paced back and forth in the living room, an uneasy expression on his face. He wasn't even sure if he
wanted to know what Bakura was going to do to him. He was only praying that it didn't involve a Penguin
Knight costume.
Just a few minutes before, Isis left without saying anything to Malik. She left in quite a hurry, though Malik
was glad she was gone, for he didn't know what to expect.
Soon, the doorbell rang, Malik rushing towards the door to answer it. Yes, it was Bakura, and luckily he
couldn't see any sign of a penguin. He was holding a huge bag, brushes and hair sprays seen faintly.
"Hi Bakura!", he said nervously, Bakura helping himself in.
"Hurry, we have to be done soon so you can still enter.", Bakura replied without even saying hello, pushing
Malik into a chair.
"...wuhh?", Malik said, looking up at Bakura in confusion.
"Just be quiet and sit still.", Bakura said hurriedly, setting up stuff on the table. Bakura spun Malik's chair
around, since it was one of those chairs that can spin around. To Malik's suprise, Bakura was holding a stick
of lipstick and a curling iron, a maniacal smile on his face.
For a while, Malik was quiet, though then began to speak.
"Do you even know what you're doing?", Malik asked uneasily.
"Sure I do, it's like riding a bike, though with more butterfly hair pins!!"
That statement shut Malik up for a while.
After a few long hours of torture, Bakura pushed Malik in his room to put on a different outfit, which he
supplied.
He soon came out, blushing deeply, dressed in a lavender mini skirt with a tank top of the same color. He
also was wearing knee high boots, the same shade of purple. His eyes were twitching, and his hair was up
in a messy pony tail, having about a million hair pins in it.
Bakura held his breath to stop himself from laughing, then finally began to speak. "...what's wrong? You
look like a girl, don't you? Mai let me borrow some of her stuff. Luckily, she didn't ask why."
Malik said nothing, still twitching.
"...well?"
"I hate you. Everything that goes wrong in my life will be blamed on you. Deaths will be blamed on you.
Me getting embarrassed tomorrow will be blamed on you. EVERYTHING will be blamed on YOU. Are you
happy now?"
Bakura blinked for a moment.
"What?", Malik asked in an irritated tone to Bakura's silence.
Bakura grinned. "Just wondering if you need more eye shadow."