Title: Poor Malik!
Disclaimer: No, I don't own the hot sexy Egyptian. In fact, I don't own anything at all. :Runs away sobbing:
Thanks for the reviews guys! You people inspire me so ^^ Heheh ok well, because of slight confusion, I'll say it again =)
Ryou does not own anything revealing! Bakura is just paranoid! We all know Ryou is too innocent ^^
And just to let you guys know, I'll probably be posting up one chapter a week because of my busy schedule and all, and I'll *try* to write at least 5-7 more chapters =) Oh man, and SORRY AnsemReport1! *Steals Malik-kun's Millennium rod and hits self! * _
Aww and guess what guys! I drew a really kawaii picture of Ryou and I plan on CG-ing it as soon at I find a scanner xP I also drew a picture of Malik- kun and his Yami, maybe I'll scan those too. =)
Chapter 8: Nee-chan!
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"Let's go Ryou."
"Go where?"
"To Malik's. Duh." Bakura grabbed Ryou by the arm and began walking out the door.
"Wait, Bakura! Malik said he would pick me up!"
Bakura scowled. "Well I don't care what Malik said. I have business to take care of and I don't want you staying home alone! Besides, it'll save him the trouble of having to come over."
"But Bakura! It's really not nice to just barge into-."
"Oh be quiet." Bakura snapped. Ryou shut up.
After much arguing, Bakura had agreed to let Ryou wear a striped t-shirt and long blue pants. As long as he wore a long green, button up shirt over it. Well, he could keep it unbuttoned, and roll up the sleeves.
"But only a little!" Bakura had said. "If ANYONE dares to look at you, just call my name and I'll send them to the shadow realm!" (Hehe, too overprotective, ne?)
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Malik stood, thinking in the shower, and letting the hot water run down his back. He smiled to himself as he thought about his date with Ryou that would be in about two hours.
Ding Dong!
Malik sighed. 'It must be someone who wants to wish me well on my date and give me advice again.' All day people had been coming and going, telling him what and what not to do.
*Flashback***********************************
"Uh, hey guys." Malik said. "Why are you here?"
Yuugi, Jounouchi, and Otogi walked into the house. Yuugi smiled. "We're here to help you on your date!"
"Oh. That's nice of you.but I think I can manage."
"Noooo, no come on, you definitely need help, especially since this is your first!"
Three hours later.
"Remember! You should give him lots of compliments!"
"But not too many! Or else it might sound fake!"
"Look into his eyes when you talk to him. Tell him he has beautiful eyes!"
"Ohhh, good one Otogi."
"Shower him with love!"
"Bring him chocolate!"
"Bring him roses!"
"Don't lie to him! Tell the truth!"
"Better get him home early! Or else Bakura will get mad!"
"He likes vanilla ice cream!"
"No, he likes chocolate!"
"What the hell, no way, he likes vanilla!"
"You're both wrong! He likes strawberry!"
"Shut up!"
Malik rolled his eyes, practically falling asleep from the endless stream of "advice".
Ding Dong! The bell rang again.
"Kaiba?" Malik rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
"Yea.thought I might want to share a piece of advice with you. Remember, money is everything. If you don't spend money on him, it's like saying you have no love for him."
Yuugi butted in.
"That's not true! Love is all you need!"
Malik growled. "That's it, get out, all of you. I think I have enough advice to last for the rest of my life."
"By the way, has anyone seen my blue eyes?" Kaiba asked. Malik stiffened.
"Goodbye."
*End Flashback********************************
Malik poked his head out of the bathroom door.
"Hey Marik, could you get the door?"
"I don't feel like it." Came Marik's lazy reply. Muttering, Malik stepped out of the shower and quickly pulled a thick towel around his waist. He grabbed a brush and brushed hurriedly at his wet tangled hair. Then he jumped down the stairs, stumbling a bit and flung open the door, stricken at the sight.
His face turned red, very red. Ryou's eyes grew wide and he began to blush furiously.
"Nice body." Bakura smirked. "Marik's body is buffer and sexier though."
Malik glared at Bakura and nearly dropped the towel he was holding around his waist. Ryou couldn't take his eyes off of Malik despite his embarrassment. Droplets of water rolled down his chest from his shower, with enough smoothness to match his deep, toned skin.
Malik had a feminine, yet cut figure.that was.sexy in a way.
'If that's even possible.' Ryou thought to himself. 'Ah! No! Must not think these horrid, impure thoughts!' He could hear Bakura laughing through the link.
"What are you waiting for?" Bakura said impatiently. "Are we just going to stand here all day? I have places to go, things to do, people to see, tombs to raid-I mean..stuff take care of. How hurry up and get your ass in."
Bakura shoved Ryou roughly forward who was unprepared for it. He tripped over the door ledge and fell directly on top of Malik.
"G-g-gomenasai!" Ryou sputtered. Ryou scurried off of Malik and Malik, cursing at himself, dashed back up the stairs and turned the shower water all the way to ice cold, cooling his heightened rush of emotions.
"Baku-chan?" Marik had decided to walk into the front parlor after hearing all the scuffling and commotion. Marik squealed and ran to Bakura, throwing his hands around him. "Ja ne, Malik!" Marik called up to his hikari, dragging Bakura out the door.
"Nani? Where are you going?!" Cried Malik, rushing out of the bathroom. "Who's going to help me get ready!"
Marik thought for a while. "Ishizu?" He suggested, and walked away, closing the door.
'Oh great.' Malik thought. Just then, he remembered that Ryou was still standing there.
"Err, you can relax, watch TV or something." Malik said. Ryou nodded and wandered off into the house.
Malik grumbled to himself as he tiptoed down the basement stairs.
"Nee-chan?" Malik whispered timidly, opening the door a crack that was always closed firmly shut. Ishizu worked for the Egyptian government, recovering artifacts, overlooking expeditions, sorting files, answering complaints, translating hieroglyphics and studying essays. There was hardly a time that Malik could remember when Ishizu had actually let her self out of her room.
'When does she even have time to eat? Take a shower? Go to the bathroom?' Malik had thought on many occasions. She was always emerged in some sort of work.
After a long moment of silence, Malik decided that Ishizu had not heard him. He pushed the door open, half-expecting to see a skeleton, sprawled against the desk, paperwork still clutched in its bony fingers with cobwebs adorning its frame. After all, one can only live so long under these conditions. However, he suspected otherwise.
Ishizu was sitting at her desk, tirelessly scribbling away at something. Her appearance was perfect, as useful. A mug of coffee sat at the edge of her desk, cold and neglected. Who knows how long its been there. Malik shuddered.
"Nee-chan?" He repeated, more loudly.
"Yes, I heard you the first time. Let me guess, you need help preparing for your date." Ishizu said without looking up.
Obviously, Malik knew that she had tapped into the power of her Millennium Tauk. After a few more moments of silence and the quiet scritch-scratch sound of Ishizu's pen, Ishizu stood up, pulled off her Millennium Tauk, set it down on the desk and turned around.
"My! How you've grown!" She exclaimed as if she hadn't seen him for years. "How old are you now? Twelve? Thirteen?"
Malik rolled his eyes. "I'm sixteen, nee-chan." Ishizu nodded.
"Of course. Now hurry up before we waste my time." She began walking upstairs in a brisk pace.
Malik presented himself to Ishizu after putting on the outfit Mai had chosen for him. He had also put on the selected jewelry.
"Yes, these are good." Ishizu, nodded, approving of Malik's golden earrings and accessories. "But honey, don't you think you've put off shopping for a bit too long? Look how short this shirt is! It doesn't even fit you! Are all your clothes like this?" She peeked into Malik's closet and pulled out a fuzzy green sweater with orange pom poms on the front. "Now this is cute!"
"Nee-chan!" Malik grabbed the sweater from Ishizu and threw it back in his closet. "That was from ten years ago! This shirt isn't too small, it's supposed to be like this." Malik explained.
"Teens these days." Ishizu muttered to herself. "This is what happens to my brother when I'm not there to explain about the difference between girls and guys, puberty, the birds and the bees or whatever crap."
"NEE-CHAN!"
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After Ishizu had pampered and babied Malik's appearance for what seemed like hours, Malik appeared to have had obtained Ishizu's usual flawless look.
"Yep, this is the work of a true master." Ishizu boasted.
Malik poked his head into the den.
"Ryou? I'm ready."
Ryou looked up from his magazine and smiled, following Malik to the door.
"Hello there!" Ishizu called merrily. "Are you Malik's date? He may not have great taste in fashion but he sure does in dates."
Ryou blushed as Ishizu pinched his cheeks.
'God dammit, nee-chan, you're embarrassing me!' Malik sent the message through a glare.
"Hm, I think I've seen you around before. What's your name now? I don't quite remember. Is it Randy? Ricky? Robby? Ralph? Or is it Richelieu?"
"It's RYOU, nee-chan." Malik said, extremely annoyed by now. 'GOD.' He thought to himself. 'My sister definitely needs to get out more. All that stale air in the basement has rotted her mind.'
"Of course." Ishizu replied simply. "Geez, I need my Tauk for these kind of things." She muttered to herself.
"Ok, I guess we'll be leaving now." Malik uncertainly.
"Sayonara, Ishizu-san." Ryou said politely.
"Have a good time! Don't talk to any strangers! Watch out for pickpockets and rapists!"
Malik quickly pulled Ryou out the door, even more embarrassed.
"Sorry you had to go through that." Malik mumbled, rubbing a hand over his burning cheeks.
"It's ok." Ryou glanced up shyly at Malik through his bangs. "So.where do you want to go first?"
The two didn't notice several pairs of eyes watching them from a bush.
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I apologize to the people who were expecting a date for this chapter ^^'' Please don't kill me, it'll definitely be the next chapter =)
Meanwhile, read my other new fic, "Falling For You" and tell me if you think I should continue writing it. It'll definitely be a Ryou/Bakura but I'm not too certain about the storyline so if you have any suggestion, Arigatou! Ja ne!
Ahh one last thing, could someone tell me what "Ki-sama" means? ^^ I was watching this YGO episode and Malik kept on saying it! Thanks!
*GIVE ME SOME FEEDBACK ON WHAT YOU MIGHT WANT TO HAPPEN ON THE DATE* =)
Disclaimer: No, I don't own the hot sexy Egyptian. In fact, I don't own anything at all. :Runs away sobbing:
Thanks for the reviews guys! You people inspire me so ^^ Heheh ok well, because of slight confusion, I'll say it again =)
Ryou does not own anything revealing! Bakura is just paranoid! We all know Ryou is too innocent ^^
And just to let you guys know, I'll probably be posting up one chapter a week because of my busy schedule and all, and I'll *try* to write at least 5-7 more chapters =) Oh man, and SORRY AnsemReport1! *Steals Malik-kun's Millennium rod and hits self! * _
Aww and guess what guys! I drew a really kawaii picture of Ryou and I plan on CG-ing it as soon at I find a scanner xP I also drew a picture of Malik- kun and his Yami, maybe I'll scan those too. =)
Chapter 8: Nee-chan!
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"Let's go Ryou."
"Go where?"
"To Malik's. Duh." Bakura grabbed Ryou by the arm and began walking out the door.
"Wait, Bakura! Malik said he would pick me up!"
Bakura scowled. "Well I don't care what Malik said. I have business to take care of and I don't want you staying home alone! Besides, it'll save him the trouble of having to come over."
"But Bakura! It's really not nice to just barge into-."
"Oh be quiet." Bakura snapped. Ryou shut up.
After much arguing, Bakura had agreed to let Ryou wear a striped t-shirt and long blue pants. As long as he wore a long green, button up shirt over it. Well, he could keep it unbuttoned, and roll up the sleeves.
"But only a little!" Bakura had said. "If ANYONE dares to look at you, just call my name and I'll send them to the shadow realm!" (Hehe, too overprotective, ne?)
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Malik stood, thinking in the shower, and letting the hot water run down his back. He smiled to himself as he thought about his date with Ryou that would be in about two hours.
Ding Dong!
Malik sighed. 'It must be someone who wants to wish me well on my date and give me advice again.' All day people had been coming and going, telling him what and what not to do.
*Flashback***********************************
"Uh, hey guys." Malik said. "Why are you here?"
Yuugi, Jounouchi, and Otogi walked into the house. Yuugi smiled. "We're here to help you on your date!"
"Oh. That's nice of you.but I think I can manage."
"Noooo, no come on, you definitely need help, especially since this is your first!"
Three hours later.
"Remember! You should give him lots of compliments!"
"But not too many! Or else it might sound fake!"
"Look into his eyes when you talk to him. Tell him he has beautiful eyes!"
"Ohhh, good one Otogi."
"Shower him with love!"
"Bring him chocolate!"
"Bring him roses!"
"Don't lie to him! Tell the truth!"
"Better get him home early! Or else Bakura will get mad!"
"He likes vanilla ice cream!"
"No, he likes chocolate!"
"What the hell, no way, he likes vanilla!"
"You're both wrong! He likes strawberry!"
"Shut up!"
Malik rolled his eyes, practically falling asleep from the endless stream of "advice".
Ding Dong! The bell rang again.
"Kaiba?" Malik rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
"Yea.thought I might want to share a piece of advice with you. Remember, money is everything. If you don't spend money on him, it's like saying you have no love for him."
Yuugi butted in.
"That's not true! Love is all you need!"
Malik growled. "That's it, get out, all of you. I think I have enough advice to last for the rest of my life."
"By the way, has anyone seen my blue eyes?" Kaiba asked. Malik stiffened.
"Goodbye."
*End Flashback********************************
Malik poked his head out of the bathroom door.
"Hey Marik, could you get the door?"
"I don't feel like it." Came Marik's lazy reply. Muttering, Malik stepped out of the shower and quickly pulled a thick towel around his waist. He grabbed a brush and brushed hurriedly at his wet tangled hair. Then he jumped down the stairs, stumbling a bit and flung open the door, stricken at the sight.
His face turned red, very red. Ryou's eyes grew wide and he began to blush furiously.
"Nice body." Bakura smirked. "Marik's body is buffer and sexier though."
Malik glared at Bakura and nearly dropped the towel he was holding around his waist. Ryou couldn't take his eyes off of Malik despite his embarrassment. Droplets of water rolled down his chest from his shower, with enough smoothness to match his deep, toned skin.
Malik had a feminine, yet cut figure.that was.sexy in a way.
'If that's even possible.' Ryou thought to himself. 'Ah! No! Must not think these horrid, impure thoughts!' He could hear Bakura laughing through the link.
"What are you waiting for?" Bakura said impatiently. "Are we just going to stand here all day? I have places to go, things to do, people to see, tombs to raid-I mean..stuff take care of. How hurry up and get your ass in."
Bakura shoved Ryou roughly forward who was unprepared for it. He tripped over the door ledge and fell directly on top of Malik.
"G-g-gomenasai!" Ryou sputtered. Ryou scurried off of Malik and Malik, cursing at himself, dashed back up the stairs and turned the shower water all the way to ice cold, cooling his heightened rush of emotions.
"Baku-chan?" Marik had decided to walk into the front parlor after hearing all the scuffling and commotion. Marik squealed and ran to Bakura, throwing his hands around him. "Ja ne, Malik!" Marik called up to his hikari, dragging Bakura out the door.
"Nani? Where are you going?!" Cried Malik, rushing out of the bathroom. "Who's going to help me get ready!"
Marik thought for a while. "Ishizu?" He suggested, and walked away, closing the door.
'Oh great.' Malik thought. Just then, he remembered that Ryou was still standing there.
"Err, you can relax, watch TV or something." Malik said. Ryou nodded and wandered off into the house.
Malik grumbled to himself as he tiptoed down the basement stairs.
"Nee-chan?" Malik whispered timidly, opening the door a crack that was always closed firmly shut. Ishizu worked for the Egyptian government, recovering artifacts, overlooking expeditions, sorting files, answering complaints, translating hieroglyphics and studying essays. There was hardly a time that Malik could remember when Ishizu had actually let her self out of her room.
'When does she even have time to eat? Take a shower? Go to the bathroom?' Malik had thought on many occasions. She was always emerged in some sort of work.
After a long moment of silence, Malik decided that Ishizu had not heard him. He pushed the door open, half-expecting to see a skeleton, sprawled against the desk, paperwork still clutched in its bony fingers with cobwebs adorning its frame. After all, one can only live so long under these conditions. However, he suspected otherwise.
Ishizu was sitting at her desk, tirelessly scribbling away at something. Her appearance was perfect, as useful. A mug of coffee sat at the edge of her desk, cold and neglected. Who knows how long its been there. Malik shuddered.
"Nee-chan?" He repeated, more loudly.
"Yes, I heard you the first time. Let me guess, you need help preparing for your date." Ishizu said without looking up.
Obviously, Malik knew that she had tapped into the power of her Millennium Tauk. After a few more moments of silence and the quiet scritch-scratch sound of Ishizu's pen, Ishizu stood up, pulled off her Millennium Tauk, set it down on the desk and turned around.
"My! How you've grown!" She exclaimed as if she hadn't seen him for years. "How old are you now? Twelve? Thirteen?"
Malik rolled his eyes. "I'm sixteen, nee-chan." Ishizu nodded.
"Of course. Now hurry up before we waste my time." She began walking upstairs in a brisk pace.
Malik presented himself to Ishizu after putting on the outfit Mai had chosen for him. He had also put on the selected jewelry.
"Yes, these are good." Ishizu, nodded, approving of Malik's golden earrings and accessories. "But honey, don't you think you've put off shopping for a bit too long? Look how short this shirt is! It doesn't even fit you! Are all your clothes like this?" She peeked into Malik's closet and pulled out a fuzzy green sweater with orange pom poms on the front. "Now this is cute!"
"Nee-chan!" Malik grabbed the sweater from Ishizu and threw it back in his closet. "That was from ten years ago! This shirt isn't too small, it's supposed to be like this." Malik explained.
"Teens these days." Ishizu muttered to herself. "This is what happens to my brother when I'm not there to explain about the difference between girls and guys, puberty, the birds and the bees or whatever crap."
"NEE-CHAN!"
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After Ishizu had pampered and babied Malik's appearance for what seemed like hours, Malik appeared to have had obtained Ishizu's usual flawless look.
"Yep, this is the work of a true master." Ishizu boasted.
Malik poked his head into the den.
"Ryou? I'm ready."
Ryou looked up from his magazine and smiled, following Malik to the door.
"Hello there!" Ishizu called merrily. "Are you Malik's date? He may not have great taste in fashion but he sure does in dates."
Ryou blushed as Ishizu pinched his cheeks.
'God dammit, nee-chan, you're embarrassing me!' Malik sent the message through a glare.
"Hm, I think I've seen you around before. What's your name now? I don't quite remember. Is it Randy? Ricky? Robby? Ralph? Or is it Richelieu?"
"It's RYOU, nee-chan." Malik said, extremely annoyed by now. 'GOD.' He thought to himself. 'My sister definitely needs to get out more. All that stale air in the basement has rotted her mind.'
"Of course." Ishizu replied simply. "Geez, I need my Tauk for these kind of things." She muttered to herself.
"Ok, I guess we'll be leaving now." Malik uncertainly.
"Sayonara, Ishizu-san." Ryou said politely.
"Have a good time! Don't talk to any strangers! Watch out for pickpockets and rapists!"
Malik quickly pulled Ryou out the door, even more embarrassed.
"Sorry you had to go through that." Malik mumbled, rubbing a hand over his burning cheeks.
"It's ok." Ryou glanced up shyly at Malik through his bangs. "So.where do you want to go first?"
The two didn't notice several pairs of eyes watching them from a bush.
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I apologize to the people who were expecting a date for this chapter ^^'' Please don't kill me, it'll definitely be the next chapter =)
Meanwhile, read my other new fic, "Falling For You" and tell me if you think I should continue writing it. It'll definitely be a Ryou/Bakura but I'm not too certain about the storyline so if you have any suggestion, Arigatou! Ja ne!
Ahh one last thing, could someone tell me what "Ki-sama" means? ^^ I was watching this YGO episode and Malik kept on saying it! Thanks!
*GIVE ME SOME FEEDBACK ON WHAT YOU MIGHT WANT TO HAPPEN ON THE DATE* =)