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ahead and update. *pouts* Don't you people have friends that you could
refer to this fic? *grins* Kidding of course! Anywhozers...
*cries* I'm afraid I have to apologize once again for having started this before seeing hardly anything more than just Duelist Kingdom... So information on Mariku was exceedingly, erm... okay, I didn't have anything on him except that he had really big, spiky hair and was Malik's yami. I had assumed he was also an Ancient Egyptian spirit. Upon reading over this chapter to post it tonight, I realized my mistake... But you know, I couldn't think of a better way for Malik to come to his decision... Besides, I've read other fics where they made him an Ancient Egyptian spirit, so it's all good. If you don't like how it doesn't fit the series... GET OVER IT!!! Mwa ha ha haaaa! Cause I'm the authoress and I can say that!
Kuriboh pops up and makes cute little Kuriboh noises.
*Silverscreamer giggles and huggles it* Isn't it cute!? But it stated a very sad fact... *sniffles* It say I don't own YuGi Oh or anything it contains and, unfortunately, it speaketh the truth! *sad dramatic music plays as she cuddles with the Kuriboh*
*Bounces back up* But enough of that! On with the fic!!!
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Chapter Two: The Plan
Malik paced back and forth in his room. He couldn't let Mariku get away with this. There had to be some other explanation. His sister falling in love with his yami? Isis would never. would she? Mariku was crazy. No, not crazy. Psychotic, with a capital P.
Perhaps he had used the Millennium Rod. That wasn't likely, though, because Malik kept a good grip on it at all times.
The Millennium Rod! Malik looked at it where it lay on his desk next to a good sized collection of Duel Monster cards. Perhaps that's it. If he could control Isis and make her break up with Mariku. No. That wouldn't work. Mariku would almost definitely figure it out and Malik knew he'd be in trouble then. There had to be another way.
Another way.
Another guy!!!
Malik smiled and sat down at his desk, flipping through his Duel Monster cards. "That's it." He chuckled to himself. "If there was another guy that could get Mariku off of Isis' mind than there wouldn't be anything that Mariku could do. Except, perhaps, kill the other guy. But it still might work. Then, if nothing else, Isis wouldn't be happy with Mariku." Then Malik frowned.
"Who, though. My sister apparently likes evil, wild guys if she fell for my yami. What else about Mariku could she possibly see in him? Lots of unruly hair, perhaps. No doubt he'd appreciate her work, considering the fact that he's from Ancient Egypt. Which of course brings up the fact that he is from Ancient Egypt, and over 5000 years old." Malik sighed and dropped his cards onto his desk.
"Great." He muttered. "Now where in the world am I supposed to find a 5000 year old who would appreciate someone working with Ancient Egyptian things and who has lots of unruly hair." His eyes suddenly fell upon the bag of things he had stolen while at the mall with Bakura.
A malicious grin suddenly split his lips. "Bakura."
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"No way in the Shadow Realm!" Bakura declared, privately shocked that Malik had the guts to risk asking him. "I ought to kill you for even suggesting it."
"Look. I realize that this isn't your problem, but just try to imagine the position that I'm in. My yami is dating my sister, for Ra's sake!" Malik knew that it had been pointless to ask him, but it was worth a try. Besides, he had a backup plan
"I said no."
"She has a Millennium Item, you know."
"." Bakura seemed to hesitate for a moment. Then he blinked and shook his head enthusiastically. "NO!"
"But-"
"I said no." Bakura's voice was low and filled with rage.
"Right. You said no. I heard you." Malik sighed and leaned back against the arm of the couch in Ryou's living room, propping his feet up on the cushions. Bakura sat glaring at him from an armchair across the room. "I just thought that, being my friend and all, you'd be willing to do this for me."
"We may be friends, but that doesn't mean that I'll go with your sister just so that your yami won't." Bakura shook his head. "Why me, anyway?"
"Because you're the person I think is even partially like Mariku. Besides, I can at least tolerate you even when you are being a bastard. I can't stand Mariku in the least, and it's just creepy!"
"I see. NO!" Bakura crossed his arms across his chest as though to state plain and simply that the discussion was over.
"Ah. But I don't think that you'll have much choice." Bakura's eyes narrowed as Malik lifted the Millennium Rod and waved it back and forth in the air.
"That's cheating."
"Perhaps, but when has that ever stopped either of us?"
"The Millennium Ring-"
"Isn't here, is it? You might recall that you sent Ryou off to the store, and he's the one who wears it."
There was a tense silence as Bakura glared wrathfully at Malik. Finally, he growled, "You are so going to die for this, one of these days."
Malik grinned. "Glad to see that you're willing to help out your good friend."
"Just tell me what you have planned for me so we can get this thing started and over with." Bakura grumbled.
"Well, I figure that if I can get Isis to fall for someone else, than I won't have to worry about Mariku coming after me. He can't blame me if my sister just happens to have a 'change of heart.' (yeah. bad pun.) Therefore, he won't be able to justify killing me, and my sister will be able to talk him out of doing it."
"Right. So basically I suffer through a relationship with your sister so that your butt will be saved?" Bakura questioned in annoyance. There was something else in his expression, though.
"Yeah. Oh, and you won't have to worry. If Mariku really does care for my sister, I'm sure he's smart enough to realize that if he kills her new boyfriend, she won't be happy with him at all." Malik said with a sly smile. He recognized that expression. Bakura was afraid of Mariku, but there was no way in the Shadow Realm that he'd admit to it.
"I wasn't worried." Bakura growled, looking away to glare at the wall. "So what exactly does this seduction entail anyway?"
"Well. I figure you might have to add to your psychotic level."
Bakura's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Are you suggesting that I'm not as evil as Mariku?"
"No! Not at all, that's not what I'm saying." Malik waved a hand as though to brush away the accusation. "I'm merely stating that your brand of evil is more subdued and revolves around the mental anguish of your opponent. We all know Mariku's style is more towards the beating, maiming, or killing of his opponent." (((of course, having seen more of the show I realize this isn't a very correct assumption either... *sigh*)))
Bakura nodded, but his eyes were still narrowed wrathfully. "But he's not any more evil than I am."
"Exactly." Malik stated with slight hesitance. Then he cleared his throat and moved off the subject. "You'll have to treat her with more respect than you do now. I know that she fell for Mariku what with how he used to act, but it would probably help your chances of success. Umm. It would probably help if you showed interest in her work with Ancient Egyptian artifacts and the like. Of course. Interest in her work does not mean arguing with her about why the 'Greatest Tomb Robber of the Ancient World' is not mentioned more in modern history lessons." Malik shot Bakura a look that stressed the importance of this.
"Well you'd think that they wouldn't completely ignore me..." Bakura grumbled.
Malik rolled his eyes and stood up, stretching. "And then that leaves just the last thing..." He was silent for a moment as he paused, holding his stretch for an odd length of time as he stared at the ceiling. Finally, he lowered his arms and stated simply. "We need to go to the mall."
Bakura's eyes narrowed as he stood and walked over to Malik. "And what exactly do we need to go there for?"
"Just to pick up a few things. I'll explain when we get there." Malik waved his hand as though it wasn't important, watching as Bakura crossed the room toward him. *And hopefully you won't make a big scene, threatening to kill me, with all of the people who will be there watching...*
"Tell me." Bakura demanded as he stopped just a pace away from Malik and crossed his arms across his chest. "Or else you'll be too busy finding your way back from the Shadow Realm to worry about who your sister is dating." He had a feeling he wouldn't like this very much because of how Malik was dodging it.
"Right... Well, it's the wardrobe... My guess is that, even with how she's all intellectual and things, Isis is probably still as shallow as any other female."
Bakura shrugged. "And what are you getting at here?"
Malik took a deep breath, preparing to dodge out of reach if need be. "I figure that she probably likes the way Mariku dresses. Of course, this is extra creepy because of how similar the two of us dress, but that's beside the point... I assume that a change of wardrobe for you would help, too."
Bakura stared at him in shock for a moment. Then his eyes scanned down to take in Malik's outfit. Very tight, black pants. Small, stomach showing, white, sleeveless shirt with two gold chains going across his chest... He stared for a moment before his eyes widened.
"No way in the shadow realm," Bakura shouted, "are you EVER going to get me into something like THAT!!"
Malik frowned, his eyes narrowing. "Are you suggesting something about my wardrobe?"
"I'll tell you where you can stick your wardrobe! 'Cause it's not going to get onto me!"
Malik sighed and rolled his eyes. "You said you'd help me."
"Like I had a choice?"
"Let's just go already... Besides, it's not like you have to copy my style exactly. That would attract too much attention to the whole thing."
Bakura rolled his eyes. "I can't believe I ever agreed to this... You are so very dead Malik..."
Malik grinned. "It won't be that bad." He chuckled as he turned and moved towards the front door. He glanced back to make sure that Bakura was following. Which he was, grumbling the whole time about all the fun ways he could torture Malik for this later.
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Hee... It's so much fun to read over this again... So many things happened that I'd forgotten about, and it's only the second chapter! ^_^() I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing and rereading it!
And now a word to my reviewers!
IrishJade: *chuckles* That's cool, thanks for the review even though you had already seen this chapter. Even if it was just to make sure I'd post the next chapter! *sticks her tongue out at you*
Lazy: Thanks! I'm glad you appreciate the humor. Unfortunately, towards the very end of the fic (it's 16 chapters long) it starts to gain quite a bit of a more angst feel to it... But for now you get funny! And the bloopers never stop!
Gyakutenno Megami: Yes... Yes... I already explained the pairing... If it makes you feel better, my best friend didn't come up with the pairing either. She wrote all the characters she could think of down on a piece of paper, had me randomly pick two numbers and counted out those numbers. It could have just as easily been Mariku and Seto Kaiba, or Isis and Malik even... Now THAT would be... just... *shudders* But anyway, I'm glad to see by the fact that you reviewed to the bloopers as well that you didn't allow your disgust at the initial pairing run you off. *smiles* Mostly I just hope that you'll find the end pairing better...
Thank you for your reviews! And remember! More reviews = more willingness to update!
*cries* I'm afraid I have to apologize once again for having started this before seeing hardly anything more than just Duelist Kingdom... So information on Mariku was exceedingly, erm... okay, I didn't have anything on him except that he had really big, spiky hair and was Malik's yami. I had assumed he was also an Ancient Egyptian spirit. Upon reading over this chapter to post it tonight, I realized my mistake... But you know, I couldn't think of a better way for Malik to come to his decision... Besides, I've read other fics where they made him an Ancient Egyptian spirit, so it's all good. If you don't like how it doesn't fit the series... GET OVER IT!!! Mwa ha ha haaaa! Cause I'm the authoress and I can say that!
Kuriboh pops up and makes cute little Kuriboh noises.
*Silverscreamer giggles and huggles it* Isn't it cute!? But it stated a very sad fact... *sniffles* It say I don't own YuGi Oh or anything it contains and, unfortunately, it speaketh the truth! *sad dramatic music plays as she cuddles with the Kuriboh*
*Bounces back up* But enough of that! On with the fic!!!
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Chapter Two: The Plan
Malik paced back and forth in his room. He couldn't let Mariku get away with this. There had to be some other explanation. His sister falling in love with his yami? Isis would never. would she? Mariku was crazy. No, not crazy. Psychotic, with a capital P.
Perhaps he had used the Millennium Rod. That wasn't likely, though, because Malik kept a good grip on it at all times.
The Millennium Rod! Malik looked at it where it lay on his desk next to a good sized collection of Duel Monster cards. Perhaps that's it. If he could control Isis and make her break up with Mariku. No. That wouldn't work. Mariku would almost definitely figure it out and Malik knew he'd be in trouble then. There had to be another way.
Another way.
Another guy!!!
Malik smiled and sat down at his desk, flipping through his Duel Monster cards. "That's it." He chuckled to himself. "If there was another guy that could get Mariku off of Isis' mind than there wouldn't be anything that Mariku could do. Except, perhaps, kill the other guy. But it still might work. Then, if nothing else, Isis wouldn't be happy with Mariku." Then Malik frowned.
"Who, though. My sister apparently likes evil, wild guys if she fell for my yami. What else about Mariku could she possibly see in him? Lots of unruly hair, perhaps. No doubt he'd appreciate her work, considering the fact that he's from Ancient Egypt. Which of course brings up the fact that he is from Ancient Egypt, and over 5000 years old." Malik sighed and dropped his cards onto his desk.
"Great." He muttered. "Now where in the world am I supposed to find a 5000 year old who would appreciate someone working with Ancient Egyptian things and who has lots of unruly hair." His eyes suddenly fell upon the bag of things he had stolen while at the mall with Bakura.
A malicious grin suddenly split his lips. "Bakura."
~~~
"No way in the Shadow Realm!" Bakura declared, privately shocked that Malik had the guts to risk asking him. "I ought to kill you for even suggesting it."
"Look. I realize that this isn't your problem, but just try to imagine the position that I'm in. My yami is dating my sister, for Ra's sake!" Malik knew that it had been pointless to ask him, but it was worth a try. Besides, he had a backup plan
"I said no."
"She has a Millennium Item, you know."
"." Bakura seemed to hesitate for a moment. Then he blinked and shook his head enthusiastically. "NO!"
"But-"
"I said no." Bakura's voice was low and filled with rage.
"Right. You said no. I heard you." Malik sighed and leaned back against the arm of the couch in Ryou's living room, propping his feet up on the cushions. Bakura sat glaring at him from an armchair across the room. "I just thought that, being my friend and all, you'd be willing to do this for me."
"We may be friends, but that doesn't mean that I'll go with your sister just so that your yami won't." Bakura shook his head. "Why me, anyway?"
"Because you're the person I think is even partially like Mariku. Besides, I can at least tolerate you even when you are being a bastard. I can't stand Mariku in the least, and it's just creepy!"
"I see. NO!" Bakura crossed his arms across his chest as though to state plain and simply that the discussion was over.
"Ah. But I don't think that you'll have much choice." Bakura's eyes narrowed as Malik lifted the Millennium Rod and waved it back and forth in the air.
"That's cheating."
"Perhaps, but when has that ever stopped either of us?"
"The Millennium Ring-"
"Isn't here, is it? You might recall that you sent Ryou off to the store, and he's the one who wears it."
There was a tense silence as Bakura glared wrathfully at Malik. Finally, he growled, "You are so going to die for this, one of these days."
Malik grinned. "Glad to see that you're willing to help out your good friend."
"Just tell me what you have planned for me so we can get this thing started and over with." Bakura grumbled.
"Well, I figure that if I can get Isis to fall for someone else, than I won't have to worry about Mariku coming after me. He can't blame me if my sister just happens to have a 'change of heart.' (yeah. bad pun.) Therefore, he won't be able to justify killing me, and my sister will be able to talk him out of doing it."
"Right. So basically I suffer through a relationship with your sister so that your butt will be saved?" Bakura questioned in annoyance. There was something else in his expression, though.
"Yeah. Oh, and you won't have to worry. If Mariku really does care for my sister, I'm sure he's smart enough to realize that if he kills her new boyfriend, she won't be happy with him at all." Malik said with a sly smile. He recognized that expression. Bakura was afraid of Mariku, but there was no way in the Shadow Realm that he'd admit to it.
"I wasn't worried." Bakura growled, looking away to glare at the wall. "So what exactly does this seduction entail anyway?"
"Well. I figure you might have to add to your psychotic level."
Bakura's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Are you suggesting that I'm not as evil as Mariku?"
"No! Not at all, that's not what I'm saying." Malik waved a hand as though to brush away the accusation. "I'm merely stating that your brand of evil is more subdued and revolves around the mental anguish of your opponent. We all know Mariku's style is more towards the beating, maiming, or killing of his opponent." (((of course, having seen more of the show I realize this isn't a very correct assumption either... *sigh*)))
Bakura nodded, but his eyes were still narrowed wrathfully. "But he's not any more evil than I am."
"Exactly." Malik stated with slight hesitance. Then he cleared his throat and moved off the subject. "You'll have to treat her with more respect than you do now. I know that she fell for Mariku what with how he used to act, but it would probably help your chances of success. Umm. It would probably help if you showed interest in her work with Ancient Egyptian artifacts and the like. Of course. Interest in her work does not mean arguing with her about why the 'Greatest Tomb Robber of the Ancient World' is not mentioned more in modern history lessons." Malik shot Bakura a look that stressed the importance of this.
"Well you'd think that they wouldn't completely ignore me..." Bakura grumbled.
Malik rolled his eyes and stood up, stretching. "And then that leaves just the last thing..." He was silent for a moment as he paused, holding his stretch for an odd length of time as he stared at the ceiling. Finally, he lowered his arms and stated simply. "We need to go to the mall."
Bakura's eyes narrowed as he stood and walked over to Malik. "And what exactly do we need to go there for?"
"Just to pick up a few things. I'll explain when we get there." Malik waved his hand as though it wasn't important, watching as Bakura crossed the room toward him. *And hopefully you won't make a big scene, threatening to kill me, with all of the people who will be there watching...*
"Tell me." Bakura demanded as he stopped just a pace away from Malik and crossed his arms across his chest. "Or else you'll be too busy finding your way back from the Shadow Realm to worry about who your sister is dating." He had a feeling he wouldn't like this very much because of how Malik was dodging it.
"Right... Well, it's the wardrobe... My guess is that, even with how she's all intellectual and things, Isis is probably still as shallow as any other female."
Bakura shrugged. "And what are you getting at here?"
Malik took a deep breath, preparing to dodge out of reach if need be. "I figure that she probably likes the way Mariku dresses. Of course, this is extra creepy because of how similar the two of us dress, but that's beside the point... I assume that a change of wardrobe for you would help, too."
Bakura stared at him in shock for a moment. Then his eyes scanned down to take in Malik's outfit. Very tight, black pants. Small, stomach showing, white, sleeveless shirt with two gold chains going across his chest... He stared for a moment before his eyes widened.
"No way in the shadow realm," Bakura shouted, "are you EVER going to get me into something like THAT!!"
Malik frowned, his eyes narrowing. "Are you suggesting something about my wardrobe?"
"I'll tell you where you can stick your wardrobe! 'Cause it's not going to get onto me!"
Malik sighed and rolled his eyes. "You said you'd help me."
"Like I had a choice?"
"Let's just go already... Besides, it's not like you have to copy my style exactly. That would attract too much attention to the whole thing."
Bakura rolled his eyes. "I can't believe I ever agreed to this... You are so very dead Malik..."
Malik grinned. "It won't be that bad." He chuckled as he turned and moved towards the front door. He glanced back to make sure that Bakura was following. Which he was, grumbling the whole time about all the fun ways he could torture Malik for this later.
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Hee... It's so much fun to read over this again... So many things happened that I'd forgotten about, and it's only the second chapter! ^_^() I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing and rereading it!
And now a word to my reviewers!
IrishJade: *chuckles* That's cool, thanks for the review even though you had already seen this chapter. Even if it was just to make sure I'd post the next chapter! *sticks her tongue out at you*
Lazy: Thanks! I'm glad you appreciate the humor. Unfortunately, towards the very end of the fic (it's 16 chapters long) it starts to gain quite a bit of a more angst feel to it... But for now you get funny! And the bloopers never stop!
Gyakutenno Megami: Yes... Yes... I already explained the pairing... If it makes you feel better, my best friend didn't come up with the pairing either. She wrote all the characters she could think of down on a piece of paper, had me randomly pick two numbers and counted out those numbers. It could have just as easily been Mariku and Seto Kaiba, or Isis and Malik even... Now THAT would be... just... *shudders* But anyway, I'm glad to see by the fact that you reviewed to the bloopers as well that you didn't allow your disgust at the initial pairing run you off. *smiles* Mostly I just hope that you'll find the end pairing better...
Thank you for your reviews! And remember! More reviews = more willingness to update!