I almost didn't get to update tonight! You'd better be thankful for my
persuasiveness into allowing a slight extension of my bedtime! *chuckles*
Unfortunatley, that means this part will be rushed.
I do not own YuGi Oh and I also do not own Nall, from Lunar: Silver Star Story (or some such). That adorable little creature is where I got Ryou's insult from. Doesn't make sense? It will...
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Chapter Four: Women...
Ryou opened the door to his house quietly and slipped inside. He hadn't meant to stay out so late. On the way to the store, he'd met up with Jounouchi and Honda. They were on their way to the arcade and invited him to go along. He'd had a great time, but lost track of time.
Walking down the hallway, he heard arguing coming from the living room. Sounded like Malik and Bakura were at each other's throats again. He moved to the doorway and peeked inside.
His eyes went wide at what he saw.
Malik was standing with his hands on his hips, glaring at Bakura, who had one hand curled into a fist down at his side and was poking Malik repeatedly in the chest with the other. They were arguing in Egyptian, but Ryou wouldn't have noticed what they were saying even if they were speaking in Japanese. He was too busy trying to convince his mind that Bakura wasn't wearing what he thought Bakura was wearing...
Ryou's eyes took in Bakura's outfit several times before he could finally be sure that he wasn't seeing things. Bakura stood there in tight, dark Maroon pants, and a black sleeveless shirt that showed a few inches of his stomach. ((Oh yes! A mental image worthy of all hardcore Bakura fans! *drools* hee... *,*))
"Wha... wha... what's going on?" Ryou managed to ask finally.
Malik turned and smiled at Ryou. "Oh! Hello there wimpy boy." Something that he called Ryou all the time, but they all knew he meant nothing by it.
Bakura's eyes widened almost as much as Ryou's when he saw his hikari standing in the doorway. Swearing violently in Egyptian, he attempted to pull Malik in front of himself in order to hide his outfit.
"Hey!" Malik cried out in surprise as he was jerked over. Then he laughed. "You're a little late Bakura, I'm pretty sure he's seen you already. Especially judging from that look on his face."
Ryou nodded and moved into the room, grinning. He was finally over the surprise and now he found the situation rather amusing. "So, Malik... Why exactly is my yami dressed like you?"
Malik glanced over his shoulder at Bakura before looking back and answering. "You see, Bakura is going to try to se-"
Bakura's hand clamped down over Malik's mouth and he looked out at Ryou from over Malik's shoulder. "I was just attempting to show Malik just how very absurd he always looks running around in these ridiculous outfits."
Malik rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything when Bakura removed his hand and walked across the room, keeping his back to them angrily. Malik just grinned, crossing his arms over his chest. "Well, I don't care what you say, I think you look just wonderful... Wouldn't you agree Ryou?"
Ryou blinked, taken by surprise by that question. "Well..." He looked at Bakura thoughtfully. "Actually, yeah. That look does work for you Bakura."
Malik's grin broadened. "There. See what I mean? And you thought you looked stupid. Of course, you could never look as good as I do in this sort of thing." With a conceited smile, Malik hooked his thumbs in the belt loops of his tight black pants.
Bakura was silent for a moment, then turned towards them with a mischievous smile. "Oh yes... We all know that Malik is the biggest lady's man in all of Domino City." Bakura struck a super model pose before he began dancing erotically around the living room. "Look! I'm Malik!" He laughed before singing loudly. "If you think I'm sexy... and you want my body..."
That was all he managed before Malik launched himself at Bakura. Tackling him, they both crashed to the ground. Ryou had to hold onto the doorframe to keep from collapsing due to how hard he was laughing as the two struggled on the floor.
"Help! Help! I'm being repressed!" Bakura shouted suddenly.
Everyone froze. Ryou stared at him oddly, as did Malik, who was straddling his chest. His arm was held up as though to punch him, fist clenched. The oddness of what had just been said, however, kept the blow from finding its target. There was dead silence in the room before Ryou finally spoke.
"You've been watching my Monty Python movies again haven't you?"
A short sort of giggle escaped Malik. The expression on his face made it obvious to see he was holding back laughter.
Bakura growled and shoved Malik off of him. Upon hitting the ground, Malik burst into laughter, even as Bakura climbed to his feet and dusted himself off. "So what if I have?" he growled angrily.
"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. No problem with that." Ryou barely managed without laughing.
"Well, think of it this way Bakura..." Malik chuckled as he sat up, staring up at the white haired yami. "At least you kept yourself from being punched in the face..." Bakura just glared back down at him.
Ryou could tell that he was going to say or do something very mean, so he quickly jumped in. "So what's really going on?" When the other two looked at him with blank looks on their faces he rolled his eyes. "I highly doubt that Bakura would dress like that unless there was some real reason."
The other two looked at each other. Bakura sighed in exasperation. "Fine... You can tell him." He growled and plopped down in the armchair to sulk.
Malik nodded and climbed to his feet. "Right... Well you see, it's like this..." He frowned and scratched his head. "Er... You know, I'm hungry. How about you two?" Malik changed the subject as he crossed the room and pushed past Ryou.
Ryou blinked and watched him leave before giving Bakura a questioning look. "Why do I get the feeling that no one is going to explain what's going on here?" He sighed as he entered the room and sat down on the couch.
Bakura studied him for a moment. *Well... He's going to find out soon enough if Malik's plan works...* He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's like this... Malik is all worked up because his sister is dating his yami..."
Ryou blinked and made a face. "I suppose I see how that could be upsetting... It's almost like his sister is-"
"Exactly." Bakura shook his head. "So Malik wants someone else to get in the way of that relationship... Someone who can take Isis' mind off of Mariku..."
"..." Ryou stared at Bakura blankly before raising his eyebrows in amusement. "So... So you're going to try to seduce Malik's sister..." The white haired boy bite his lower lip and swallowed, attempting not to laugh. He couldn't see Bakura dating anyone, really, let alone Isis. Still, it was none of his business.
Bakura nodded glumly and busied himself with tugging at the bottom of the black shirt. He was obviously attempting to cover up his stomach, but was having very little luck. Ryou sighed. "For what it's worth, Bakura... It's a nice thing for you to be doing."
"Bah!" Bakura turned a wrathful gaze upon his hikari. "Nice..."
Ryou sighed and lowered his eyes. "Nevermind..." He stood, ready to leave the room, when Malik walked in.
"Leaving so soon?" Malik asked before taking another bite of the sandwich he'd made for himself. "Suit yourself..." He sat down and looked at Bakura, seemingly amused at the yami's discomfort in that outfit. "Alright, Bakura... We'll have to come up with some way of arranging a few... 'accidental' meetings between you and Isis. That can wait, though. First, you need to learn a little about women..."
~~~((And for a little bit here we enter Bakura's 1st person POV))
These two are crazy... Either that or women are crazy... Perhaps everybody in this whole, Ra cursed time period is crazy... That would certainly explain a lot... I think they've completely forgotten that I'm even still here.
For everything that Malik tells me about how to get a woman's favor, Ryou turns around and contradicts him. Which is right? Or are neither of them right? RA! This is so confusing. I wonder what they'd do if I just got up and left the room... No. That would attract their attention to me. Right now they at least aren't trying to make sure I'm paying close attention to them.
Besides, if I leave, Malik might hurt my pathetic hikari... They're really arguing now... Then again, does that really bother me? It would serve him right, and perhaps he might learn to have a little more backbone. Not that getting beat up by anyone has ever taught him that.
Sighing, I stare up at the ceiling, slumped in the armchair I seated myself in what feels like years ago. These two are so boring... I don't care which ways are the best to attract a companion. I'm perfectly happy just being by myself... Then again, I know that's not true. Being by oneself is so very lonely. Who needs this kind of relationship, though? Friends work just fine.
Hmmm... I'll have to remind Ryou to do something about that cobweb that's forming over in that corner of the ceiling... It really is a nuisance to live in the same place as those annoying little bugs. At least that's something about this time period. For the most part, these 'modern' houses do a wonderful job of keeping out bugs...
I glance back at where Malik and Ryou are sitting on the couch, facing each other. This is probably the most worked up I've ever seen Ryou... He sure has a very set opinion of how to treat a female... All this respect and adoration stuff, though... Sure is different from what Malik is talking about. How very odd...
Who should I believe? Let me think about that for a moment... Malik, whom female's everywhere will swoon over... Or my poor little Ryou, who hasn't had any sort of relationship with a female for all that I can remember... Well, that's a pretty obvious call there. Malik's methods are obviously better... Though he seriously needs to do something about his outfits...
Which brings me back to thinking about my discomfort. How does he breathe in these things? Muttering under my breath, I tug on the waistline of my new pants. Then again, it really isn't that bad I suppose. I did manage to keep my own while wrestling Malik earlier after he tackled me.
I chuckle upon remembering how I had made him angry by making fun of him like that. It was rather amusing... Serves him right, though. He may as well go around singing that to every member of the female species...
I'm so bored! That's when I heard one of the stupidest things I've ever heard in my life... And I have been around for 5000 years...
~~~((Back to third person))
Ryou was getting really angry with all of Malik's stupid ideas. He didn't know the first thing about how to treat a girl with respect. "You... you... You ninny ninny dumb dumb poopy head!" he shouted at Malik.
The blonde boy blinked and stared at him before bursting with laughter. Bakura just gaped, not sure whether to laugh or groan. The choice was made for him, though, when Malik rolled off the couch because of how hard he was laughing.
Snickering, Bakura shook his head. "Ryou... You really have a lot to learn about being mean..."
Ryou's cheeks colored a bright red and he stared at the floor. "I'm sorry Malik... You just made me very angry."
((This is the point where everyone wishes they could fall over anime style...))
Bakura smacked himself in the forehead. "Oh... You're just hopeless!" he muttered, standing and stretching. That's when he realized that stretching caused the shirt to show off even more of his stomach. Blinking, he quickly lowered his arms and tugged at the bottom of the fabric. He muttered some nasty things about the shirt before starting out of the room.
"Where are you going?" Malik questioned.
"I'm going to change into something comfortable!" Bakura declared as he moved out of sight.
Malik sighed and took off after him. Stopping just outside the door, he called after Bakura. "Just hold on a second..."
Bakura turned back to face him. "What do you want now?"
"The sooner we get our plan started the better I'll feel. How about you come over tomorrow afternoon, say around five-ish? Act like you're just dropping by and I didn't know about it. I'll make arrangements to be out and-"
"Why would I want to stop by if you aren't even going to be there?"
Malik rolled his eyes. "That way Isis will have to answer the door and you two will be forced to interact."
Bakura groaned, but nodded. "Fine... Tomorrow at five..."
Malik grinned and nodded. "Thanks much!" With that, he turned and trotted happily towards the door. "See you both some other time." He called as he shut the door.
Turning from their house, he chuckled to himself. "This is great!" He told himself. "So long as everything goes right, I won't have to think about Mariku and Isis dating anymore..."
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Tee hee... It just keeps getting better and better... Oh yes! And I don't own Monty Python either! ~_~() Almost forgot about that one...
Reviewers!
IrishJade: Tee hee! Yeppers, they just about did try and kill each other in this one. And yes... I thought that was rather amusing. He may be my fav bishie, but it really doesn't give him any special liberties. *grins and winks at Bakura*
Lily of the Shadow: Thanks! I'm glad you like the bloopers idea. It was something I came up with after reading just a random blooper chapter in another fic. The authoress just put it there as an apology for not having updated in a while though. A special treat. But I love to make fun of my own work! ~_~() Is that really a good thing though?
Psycho Violinist of Silentwood: Yeah, I've never seen them paired together either. But I don't much like the idea, it is kinda sick with how she might as well be with Malik... *shrugs* To each their own right? It is amusing to have Malik all worked up about it though.
Oh! I've already started on my next one, too. As well as just some random thing I got an idea for. Fairly creepy-ish. Much darker than this... Muchly more... Right IrishJade!? *grins and winks*
I do not own YuGi Oh and I also do not own Nall, from Lunar: Silver Star Story (or some such). That adorable little creature is where I got Ryou's insult from. Doesn't make sense? It will...
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Chapter Four: Women...
Ryou opened the door to his house quietly and slipped inside. He hadn't meant to stay out so late. On the way to the store, he'd met up with Jounouchi and Honda. They were on their way to the arcade and invited him to go along. He'd had a great time, but lost track of time.
Walking down the hallway, he heard arguing coming from the living room. Sounded like Malik and Bakura were at each other's throats again. He moved to the doorway and peeked inside.
His eyes went wide at what he saw.
Malik was standing with his hands on his hips, glaring at Bakura, who had one hand curled into a fist down at his side and was poking Malik repeatedly in the chest with the other. They were arguing in Egyptian, but Ryou wouldn't have noticed what they were saying even if they were speaking in Japanese. He was too busy trying to convince his mind that Bakura wasn't wearing what he thought Bakura was wearing...
Ryou's eyes took in Bakura's outfit several times before he could finally be sure that he wasn't seeing things. Bakura stood there in tight, dark Maroon pants, and a black sleeveless shirt that showed a few inches of his stomach. ((Oh yes! A mental image worthy of all hardcore Bakura fans! *drools* hee... *,*))
"Wha... wha... what's going on?" Ryou managed to ask finally.
Malik turned and smiled at Ryou. "Oh! Hello there wimpy boy." Something that he called Ryou all the time, but they all knew he meant nothing by it.
Bakura's eyes widened almost as much as Ryou's when he saw his hikari standing in the doorway. Swearing violently in Egyptian, he attempted to pull Malik in front of himself in order to hide his outfit.
"Hey!" Malik cried out in surprise as he was jerked over. Then he laughed. "You're a little late Bakura, I'm pretty sure he's seen you already. Especially judging from that look on his face."
Ryou nodded and moved into the room, grinning. He was finally over the surprise and now he found the situation rather amusing. "So, Malik... Why exactly is my yami dressed like you?"
Malik glanced over his shoulder at Bakura before looking back and answering. "You see, Bakura is going to try to se-"
Bakura's hand clamped down over Malik's mouth and he looked out at Ryou from over Malik's shoulder. "I was just attempting to show Malik just how very absurd he always looks running around in these ridiculous outfits."
Malik rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything when Bakura removed his hand and walked across the room, keeping his back to them angrily. Malik just grinned, crossing his arms over his chest. "Well, I don't care what you say, I think you look just wonderful... Wouldn't you agree Ryou?"
Ryou blinked, taken by surprise by that question. "Well..." He looked at Bakura thoughtfully. "Actually, yeah. That look does work for you Bakura."
Malik's grin broadened. "There. See what I mean? And you thought you looked stupid. Of course, you could never look as good as I do in this sort of thing." With a conceited smile, Malik hooked his thumbs in the belt loops of his tight black pants.
Bakura was silent for a moment, then turned towards them with a mischievous smile. "Oh yes... We all know that Malik is the biggest lady's man in all of Domino City." Bakura struck a super model pose before he began dancing erotically around the living room. "Look! I'm Malik!" He laughed before singing loudly. "If you think I'm sexy... and you want my body..."
That was all he managed before Malik launched himself at Bakura. Tackling him, they both crashed to the ground. Ryou had to hold onto the doorframe to keep from collapsing due to how hard he was laughing as the two struggled on the floor.
"Help! Help! I'm being repressed!" Bakura shouted suddenly.
Everyone froze. Ryou stared at him oddly, as did Malik, who was straddling his chest. His arm was held up as though to punch him, fist clenched. The oddness of what had just been said, however, kept the blow from finding its target. There was dead silence in the room before Ryou finally spoke.
"You've been watching my Monty Python movies again haven't you?"
A short sort of giggle escaped Malik. The expression on his face made it obvious to see he was holding back laughter.
Bakura growled and shoved Malik off of him. Upon hitting the ground, Malik burst into laughter, even as Bakura climbed to his feet and dusted himself off. "So what if I have?" he growled angrily.
"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. No problem with that." Ryou barely managed without laughing.
"Well, think of it this way Bakura..." Malik chuckled as he sat up, staring up at the white haired yami. "At least you kept yourself from being punched in the face..." Bakura just glared back down at him.
Ryou could tell that he was going to say or do something very mean, so he quickly jumped in. "So what's really going on?" When the other two looked at him with blank looks on their faces he rolled his eyes. "I highly doubt that Bakura would dress like that unless there was some real reason."
The other two looked at each other. Bakura sighed in exasperation. "Fine... You can tell him." He growled and plopped down in the armchair to sulk.
Malik nodded and climbed to his feet. "Right... Well you see, it's like this..." He frowned and scratched his head. "Er... You know, I'm hungry. How about you two?" Malik changed the subject as he crossed the room and pushed past Ryou.
Ryou blinked and watched him leave before giving Bakura a questioning look. "Why do I get the feeling that no one is going to explain what's going on here?" He sighed as he entered the room and sat down on the couch.
Bakura studied him for a moment. *Well... He's going to find out soon enough if Malik's plan works...* He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's like this... Malik is all worked up because his sister is dating his yami..."
Ryou blinked and made a face. "I suppose I see how that could be upsetting... It's almost like his sister is-"
"Exactly." Bakura shook his head. "So Malik wants someone else to get in the way of that relationship... Someone who can take Isis' mind off of Mariku..."
"..." Ryou stared at Bakura blankly before raising his eyebrows in amusement. "So... So you're going to try to seduce Malik's sister..." The white haired boy bite his lower lip and swallowed, attempting not to laugh. He couldn't see Bakura dating anyone, really, let alone Isis. Still, it was none of his business.
Bakura nodded glumly and busied himself with tugging at the bottom of the black shirt. He was obviously attempting to cover up his stomach, but was having very little luck. Ryou sighed. "For what it's worth, Bakura... It's a nice thing for you to be doing."
"Bah!" Bakura turned a wrathful gaze upon his hikari. "Nice..."
Ryou sighed and lowered his eyes. "Nevermind..." He stood, ready to leave the room, when Malik walked in.
"Leaving so soon?" Malik asked before taking another bite of the sandwich he'd made for himself. "Suit yourself..." He sat down and looked at Bakura, seemingly amused at the yami's discomfort in that outfit. "Alright, Bakura... We'll have to come up with some way of arranging a few... 'accidental' meetings between you and Isis. That can wait, though. First, you need to learn a little about women..."
~~~((And for a little bit here we enter Bakura's 1st person POV))
These two are crazy... Either that or women are crazy... Perhaps everybody in this whole, Ra cursed time period is crazy... That would certainly explain a lot... I think they've completely forgotten that I'm even still here.
For everything that Malik tells me about how to get a woman's favor, Ryou turns around and contradicts him. Which is right? Or are neither of them right? RA! This is so confusing. I wonder what they'd do if I just got up and left the room... No. That would attract their attention to me. Right now they at least aren't trying to make sure I'm paying close attention to them.
Besides, if I leave, Malik might hurt my pathetic hikari... They're really arguing now... Then again, does that really bother me? It would serve him right, and perhaps he might learn to have a little more backbone. Not that getting beat up by anyone has ever taught him that.
Sighing, I stare up at the ceiling, slumped in the armchair I seated myself in what feels like years ago. These two are so boring... I don't care which ways are the best to attract a companion. I'm perfectly happy just being by myself... Then again, I know that's not true. Being by oneself is so very lonely. Who needs this kind of relationship, though? Friends work just fine.
Hmmm... I'll have to remind Ryou to do something about that cobweb that's forming over in that corner of the ceiling... It really is a nuisance to live in the same place as those annoying little bugs. At least that's something about this time period. For the most part, these 'modern' houses do a wonderful job of keeping out bugs...
I glance back at where Malik and Ryou are sitting on the couch, facing each other. This is probably the most worked up I've ever seen Ryou... He sure has a very set opinion of how to treat a female... All this respect and adoration stuff, though... Sure is different from what Malik is talking about. How very odd...
Who should I believe? Let me think about that for a moment... Malik, whom female's everywhere will swoon over... Or my poor little Ryou, who hasn't had any sort of relationship with a female for all that I can remember... Well, that's a pretty obvious call there. Malik's methods are obviously better... Though he seriously needs to do something about his outfits...
Which brings me back to thinking about my discomfort. How does he breathe in these things? Muttering under my breath, I tug on the waistline of my new pants. Then again, it really isn't that bad I suppose. I did manage to keep my own while wrestling Malik earlier after he tackled me.
I chuckle upon remembering how I had made him angry by making fun of him like that. It was rather amusing... Serves him right, though. He may as well go around singing that to every member of the female species...
I'm so bored! That's when I heard one of the stupidest things I've ever heard in my life... And I have been around for 5000 years...
~~~((Back to third person))
Ryou was getting really angry with all of Malik's stupid ideas. He didn't know the first thing about how to treat a girl with respect. "You... you... You ninny ninny dumb dumb poopy head!" he shouted at Malik.
The blonde boy blinked and stared at him before bursting with laughter. Bakura just gaped, not sure whether to laugh or groan. The choice was made for him, though, when Malik rolled off the couch because of how hard he was laughing.
Snickering, Bakura shook his head. "Ryou... You really have a lot to learn about being mean..."
Ryou's cheeks colored a bright red and he stared at the floor. "I'm sorry Malik... You just made me very angry."
((This is the point where everyone wishes they could fall over anime style...))
Bakura smacked himself in the forehead. "Oh... You're just hopeless!" he muttered, standing and stretching. That's when he realized that stretching caused the shirt to show off even more of his stomach. Blinking, he quickly lowered his arms and tugged at the bottom of the fabric. He muttered some nasty things about the shirt before starting out of the room.
"Where are you going?" Malik questioned.
"I'm going to change into something comfortable!" Bakura declared as he moved out of sight.
Malik sighed and took off after him. Stopping just outside the door, he called after Bakura. "Just hold on a second..."
Bakura turned back to face him. "What do you want now?"
"The sooner we get our plan started the better I'll feel. How about you come over tomorrow afternoon, say around five-ish? Act like you're just dropping by and I didn't know about it. I'll make arrangements to be out and-"
"Why would I want to stop by if you aren't even going to be there?"
Malik rolled his eyes. "That way Isis will have to answer the door and you two will be forced to interact."
Bakura groaned, but nodded. "Fine... Tomorrow at five..."
Malik grinned and nodded. "Thanks much!" With that, he turned and trotted happily towards the door. "See you both some other time." He called as he shut the door.
Turning from their house, he chuckled to himself. "This is great!" He told himself. "So long as everything goes right, I won't have to think about Mariku and Isis dating anymore..."
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Tee hee... It just keeps getting better and better... Oh yes! And I don't own Monty Python either! ~_~() Almost forgot about that one...
Reviewers!
IrishJade: Tee hee! Yeppers, they just about did try and kill each other in this one. And yes... I thought that was rather amusing. He may be my fav bishie, but it really doesn't give him any special liberties. *grins and winks at Bakura*
Lily of the Shadow: Thanks! I'm glad you like the bloopers idea. It was something I came up with after reading just a random blooper chapter in another fic. The authoress just put it there as an apology for not having updated in a while though. A special treat. But I love to make fun of my own work! ~_~() Is that really a good thing though?
Psycho Violinist of Silentwood: Yeah, I've never seen them paired together either. But I don't much like the idea, it is kinda sick with how she might as well be with Malik... *shrugs* To each their own right? It is amusing to have Malik all worked up about it though.
Oh! I've already started on my next one, too. As well as just some random thing I got an idea for. Fairly creepy-ish. Much darker than this... Muchly more... Right IrishJade!? *grins and winks*