Chapter 8 Bloopers
Tackle: Take One
Malik grinned as his eyes fell onto the partially open door to a janitor's closet. Speeding up slightly, he moved closer to the others and put himself at an angle so that he would have a direct line to the closet, with Mariku between him and the door. Just then, Mariku began to raise his arm to put it around Isis' shoulder.
*No!* Malik thought. He couldn't shove Mariku away if he had his arm around her, because that would take her with him. Without thinking, he charged towards Mariku. As he plowed into his yami with his shoulder, he lost his balance.
The two of them stumbled toward the closet. Malik had misjudged the timing, however, and they crashed into the edge of the door. Mariku swore violently as they bounced back and landed on the floor.
"You clumsy fool!" Mariku shouted as he scrambled towards Malik.
Bakura quickly dashed over to restrain him. "Don't hurt him! We need him for the rest of the story! Besides, Silverscreamer wouldn't be too pleased. She'd just have to go and tell her best friend..."
Silverscreamer beamed at Mariku. "You know that although you're both hers, Malik is her favorite..."
Mariku muttered angrily and crossed his arms, pouting.
(((Yami Tenshi and I devided up all of our favorite bishies from various animes. I happen to 'own' Ryou and Bakura, and Malik and Mariku are hers.)))
Tackle: Take Two
*No!* Malik thought. He couldn't shove Mariku away if he had his arm around her, because that would take her with him. Without thinking, he charged towards Mariku. As he plowed into his yami with his shoulder, he lost his balance.
The two of them stumbled into the closet door, which was shut. Mariku made a muffled "OOF!" as he was sandwiched between Malik and the door. Malik stumbled backwards and glanced around.
"Uh... Why isn't the door open, like it's supposed to be?" He asked meekly.
Mariku growled, rubbing his nose. "Baka... You're supposed to check first..."
Tackle: Take Three
Malik grinned as his eyes fell onto the partially open door to a janitor's closet. Speeding up slightly, he moved closer to the others and put himself at an angle so that he would have a direct line to the closet, with Mariku between him and the door. Just then, Mariku began to raise his arm to put it around Isis' shoulder.
*No!* Malik thought. He couldn't shove Mariku away if he had his arm around her, because that would take her with him. Without thinking, he charged towards Mariku. As he drew closer, Mariku suddenly stepped aside and stuck out his foot.
Malik, startled, tripped over Mariku's foot and went sprawling to the ground. He lay there for a moment before pushing himself up. "Oh HA HA, Mariku." He grumbled. "That's so professional."
Silverscreamer sighs. "Mariku, he has to push you over, ok? Let's try this again..."
Tackle: Take Four
Malik grinned as his eyes fell onto the partially open door to a janitor's closet. Speeding up slightly, he moved closer to the others and put himself at an angle so that he would have a direct line to the closet, with Mariku between him and the door. Just then, Mariku began to raise his arm to put it around Isis' shoulder.
*No!* Malik thought. He couldn't shove Mariku away if he had his arm around her, because that would take her with him. Without thinking, he charged towards Mariku. As he plowed into his yami, he stopped with a thud and fell backwards into a sitting position.
Mariku turned and grinned down at him, his eyebrow raised. "What a weakling..."
Silverscreamer shakes her head and sighs in exasperation. "Mariiiiik!" She whined. "Why'd ya have ta do that? Don't you understand? How many times do I have to tell you!? He has to plow into you. Otherwise, the plot won't advance. Bakura and Isis have to be alone for this to go right. It's plot construction and rising action, man! Get the drift!?"
The characters all sort of stare and she coughs. "Erm... yeah... Let's just move on... We'll try this again later."
Bakura's Opinion: Take One
Isis and Bakura stared at the door, from which came muffled shouts and violent swearing in Egyptian resounded. Isis held an expression of pure surprise, while Bakura just grinned at the door. He had a funny idea of what Malik had been thinking
Quickly suppressing a snicker, Bakura rolled his eyes and looked at Isis. "They're getting kinky. Just ignore them..."
Isis' eyes went wide. "Bakura!" She smacked him in the back of the head.
"Ouch! Hey!" Bakura blinked and rubbed the back of his head, grinning even more. "Well, you never know... Truthfully I've always wondered about them."
At this point, Mariku thrust the door open and glared at Bakura. Startled, Bakura let out a frightened shout.
"I thought the door was supposed to be locked!" He cried as he dodged behind Isis.
Bakura's Opinion: Take Two
Isis and Bakura stared at the door, from which came muffled shouts and violent swearing in Egyptian resounded. Isis held an expression of pure surprise, while Bakura just smiled at the door. He knew exactly what Malik had been thinking. Now it was just him and Isis...
Bakura quickly turned to face Isis. "Just ignore them... Let's make out!" he grinned as he threw his arms around her.
Isis just glared before turning to look at Silverscreamer. The author was attempting to sneak away. Upon noticing she'd been spotting she froze with a questioning, "Eep?"
Isis growled, not even bothering to push Bakura away. "Silverscreamer... I think you've taken far too many liberties with this whole me wanting him and him wanting me thing..."
Silverscreamer grins broadly. ^_____^ (( it's a big grin... See!?) "Yes... I have, haven't I? But that's okay, cause I'm the authoress!"
Odd Reaction: Take One
Bakura stepped into the room and stopped. His eyes widened just slightly as he glanced around, taking in the details. There were displays of ancient crockery, golden jewelry, and small stone, ivory, and golden statues of various sizes and subjects. A stone sarcophagus lay nearby on a stand, next to a set of canopic jars.
He was silent, not saying anything as he took in every detail of his surroundings. Finally, he walked forward. Moving like a man detached from the world, his soft footsteps seemed to echo oddly.
After several steps, he suddenly tripped, crashing to the ground next to one of the displays. The impact dislodged a small clay bowl, which fell onto his head. "Ow..." Bakura mumbled as he pushed himself to his feet. He turned to see Isis covering her mouth and giggling. "What's so funny?"
Isis laughed harder and pointed to her head. Bakura blinked and reached up a hand, removing the bowl from his head. He glared at her as he put it back on the display.
"Oh yeah... So funny... You're as bad as the rest of us, you know. Very unprofessional."
Comforting: Take One
A hand suddenly rested on his shoulder. Bakura jumped, startled, and screamed. This startled Isis, who withdrew her hand, screaming as well. Bakura whirled around to face her and they stared at each other for a few moments.
Suddenly, they both burst out laughing. Bakura shook his head. "Don't do that! You scared me half to dea- ... Er... Well, I'm kind of dead already if you think about it... Depends on how you want to take the whole trapped spirit thing..."
Comforting: Take Two
A hand suddenly rested on his shoulder. Bakura slowly lifted his head and moved his eyes to look at it. After a few minutes, he stood and turned looking up into Isis' eyes. As he did, she removed her hand from his shoulder.
She studied him silently before asking, "Are you alright?"
"I'm just fine and dandy, thank you for asking!" Bakura declared with a bright grin.
Isis rolled her eyes and turned away. "You're so immature..."
Comforting: Take Three
A hand suddenly rested on his shoulder. Bakura slowly lifted his head and moved his eyes to look at it. After a few minutes, he stood and turned looking up into Isis' eyes. As he did, she removed her hand from his shoulder.
She studied him silently before asking, "Are you alright?"
"No!" Bakura said, throwing his arms around her and sobbing into her shoulder. "I miss my time. I miss Egypt. I... I... I want my mommyyyy!!!"
Isis blinked and looked at Silverscreamer who could do nothing more than shrug.
Stealing: Take One
Bakura frowned. He had a feeling he was getting close to what Malik wanted. But... Did he want this? If she was happy with Mariku, how was it his place to change that? He did promise Malik, though. He moved to follow her when something on another display caught his attention. He watched Isis carefully in case she was to turn around. As he passed the other display, he quickly reached out to snatch something. His hand clasped around a relatively small piece of golden jewelry.
Silverscreamer suddenly appeared in front of him and bopped him on the head with a rolled up magazine. "Moron... You're not supposed to steal from her museum! You like her, silly!"
Bakura grumbled as he replaced the jewelry and continued to follow Isis.
Stumbling Around in the Dark: Take One
Malik and Mariku crashed to the ground of the darkened janitor's closet. With much kicking and shoving, they finally managed to get off one another. Malik scurried out of reach of his yami, but tripped over a pail and went crashing into two people standing in a corner. He blinked. "Uh... Who's there?"
The light clicked on, Mariku having found the switch. Malik and his yami stared at Honda who stood there, blushing and rubbing the back of his neck. Shizuka was peeking out from behind him, looking very embarrassed.
Mariku suddenly snickered evilly, as Malik's face split into a nasty grin. "You two are naughty!"
Honda gave Malik a death glare even as Mariku chimed in. "Jounouchi'll kill you Honda! Imagine! You two... alone... in a janitor's closet!"
Stumbling Around in the Dark: Take Two
Malik and Mariku crashed to the ground of the darkened janitor's closet. With much kicking and shoving, they finally managed to get off one another. Malik scurried out of reach of his yami, but tripped over a pail and went crashing into a bunch of brooms/mops/whatevers that were in a corner.
The light suddenly clicked on. Malik- who knew it was too soon for Mariku to have done it- blinked and looked back at his yami. Mariku was still in the process of climbing to his feet. They both turned their eyes towards the light switch, only to see Ootogi standing there, holding a mop.
Mariku scratched his head. "Uh... What exactly are you doing here?"
Ootogi glared. "I'm working. This is another of my part-time jobs..."
"I see..." Mariku nodded. "Well... We're kinda in the process of something important here, so if you wouldn't mind leaving?"
Ootogi rolled his eyes. "That's sick..."
Malik's face drained of all color as his mouth fell open. "NO!" He cried out. "That's not what's happening!"
Mariku's eyes narrowed at Ootogi. "Memo to self... Maim you later..." He emphasized 'you' by nodding towards Ootogi.
Dragging Away: Take One
Nodding, Isis turned and started walking. Malik followed closely behind her. Bakura glanced at Mariku before starting after them. He was stopped, however, by Mariku grabbing him roughly by the shoulder.
Bakura's eyes widened in surprise and slight fear as he was yanked backwards and dragged into the janitor's closet. Without thinking, he clutched at the doorknob in an attempt to pull himself free of Mariku's grasp. The door slammed shut.
"..." Both of the yamis just stood staring at the door.
"Not again..." Muttered Mariku as he started pounding on the door and yelling.
Threats: Take One
Mariku's hands remained where they were, each holding onto a handful of shirt fabric as they forced Bakura tighter against the shelves. "What do you think you're doing?"
Bakura just stared at him blankly. This angered Mariku, who stopped pushing against him, just to attempt to lift him off the ground slightly by the shirt. Mariku grunted and Bakura's feet remained on the ground. He regarded Bakura a moment before questioningly loudly, "What in the shadow realm do you eat!?"
Silverscreamer: ~_~() Quit goofing off, Mariku.
Mariku grins. "Sorry... I just couldn't resist that one."
(((*sobs* He called my albino fat!)))
Tackle: Take One
Malik grinned as his eyes fell onto the partially open door to a janitor's closet. Speeding up slightly, he moved closer to the others and put himself at an angle so that he would have a direct line to the closet, with Mariku between him and the door. Just then, Mariku began to raise his arm to put it around Isis' shoulder.
*No!* Malik thought. He couldn't shove Mariku away if he had his arm around her, because that would take her with him. Without thinking, he charged towards Mariku. As he plowed into his yami with his shoulder, he lost his balance.
The two of them stumbled toward the closet. Malik had misjudged the timing, however, and they crashed into the edge of the door. Mariku swore violently as they bounced back and landed on the floor.
"You clumsy fool!" Mariku shouted as he scrambled towards Malik.
Bakura quickly dashed over to restrain him. "Don't hurt him! We need him for the rest of the story! Besides, Silverscreamer wouldn't be too pleased. She'd just have to go and tell her best friend..."
Silverscreamer beamed at Mariku. "You know that although you're both hers, Malik is her favorite..."
Mariku muttered angrily and crossed his arms, pouting.
(((Yami Tenshi and I devided up all of our favorite bishies from various animes. I happen to 'own' Ryou and Bakura, and Malik and Mariku are hers.)))
Tackle: Take Two
*No!* Malik thought. He couldn't shove Mariku away if he had his arm around her, because that would take her with him. Without thinking, he charged towards Mariku. As he plowed into his yami with his shoulder, he lost his balance.
The two of them stumbled into the closet door, which was shut. Mariku made a muffled "OOF!" as he was sandwiched between Malik and the door. Malik stumbled backwards and glanced around.
"Uh... Why isn't the door open, like it's supposed to be?" He asked meekly.
Mariku growled, rubbing his nose. "Baka... You're supposed to check first..."
Tackle: Take Three
Malik grinned as his eyes fell onto the partially open door to a janitor's closet. Speeding up slightly, he moved closer to the others and put himself at an angle so that he would have a direct line to the closet, with Mariku between him and the door. Just then, Mariku began to raise his arm to put it around Isis' shoulder.
*No!* Malik thought. He couldn't shove Mariku away if he had his arm around her, because that would take her with him. Without thinking, he charged towards Mariku. As he drew closer, Mariku suddenly stepped aside and stuck out his foot.
Malik, startled, tripped over Mariku's foot and went sprawling to the ground. He lay there for a moment before pushing himself up. "Oh HA HA, Mariku." He grumbled. "That's so professional."
Silverscreamer sighs. "Mariku, he has to push you over, ok? Let's try this again..."
Tackle: Take Four
Malik grinned as his eyes fell onto the partially open door to a janitor's closet. Speeding up slightly, he moved closer to the others and put himself at an angle so that he would have a direct line to the closet, with Mariku between him and the door. Just then, Mariku began to raise his arm to put it around Isis' shoulder.
*No!* Malik thought. He couldn't shove Mariku away if he had his arm around her, because that would take her with him. Without thinking, he charged towards Mariku. As he plowed into his yami, he stopped with a thud and fell backwards into a sitting position.
Mariku turned and grinned down at him, his eyebrow raised. "What a weakling..."
Silverscreamer shakes her head and sighs in exasperation. "Mariiiiik!" She whined. "Why'd ya have ta do that? Don't you understand? How many times do I have to tell you!? He has to plow into you. Otherwise, the plot won't advance. Bakura and Isis have to be alone for this to go right. It's plot construction and rising action, man! Get the drift!?"
The characters all sort of stare and she coughs. "Erm... yeah... Let's just move on... We'll try this again later."
Bakura's Opinion: Take One
Isis and Bakura stared at the door, from which came muffled shouts and violent swearing in Egyptian resounded. Isis held an expression of pure surprise, while Bakura just grinned at the door. He had a funny idea of what Malik had been thinking
Quickly suppressing a snicker, Bakura rolled his eyes and looked at Isis. "They're getting kinky. Just ignore them..."
Isis' eyes went wide. "Bakura!" She smacked him in the back of the head.
"Ouch! Hey!" Bakura blinked and rubbed the back of his head, grinning even more. "Well, you never know... Truthfully I've always wondered about them."
At this point, Mariku thrust the door open and glared at Bakura. Startled, Bakura let out a frightened shout.
"I thought the door was supposed to be locked!" He cried as he dodged behind Isis.
Bakura's Opinion: Take Two
Isis and Bakura stared at the door, from which came muffled shouts and violent swearing in Egyptian resounded. Isis held an expression of pure surprise, while Bakura just smiled at the door. He knew exactly what Malik had been thinking. Now it was just him and Isis...
Bakura quickly turned to face Isis. "Just ignore them... Let's make out!" he grinned as he threw his arms around her.
Isis just glared before turning to look at Silverscreamer. The author was attempting to sneak away. Upon noticing she'd been spotting she froze with a questioning, "Eep?"
Isis growled, not even bothering to push Bakura away. "Silverscreamer... I think you've taken far too many liberties with this whole me wanting him and him wanting me thing..."
Silverscreamer grins broadly. ^_____^ (( it's a big grin... See!?) "Yes... I have, haven't I? But that's okay, cause I'm the authoress!"
Odd Reaction: Take One
Bakura stepped into the room and stopped. His eyes widened just slightly as he glanced around, taking in the details. There were displays of ancient crockery, golden jewelry, and small stone, ivory, and golden statues of various sizes and subjects. A stone sarcophagus lay nearby on a stand, next to a set of canopic jars.
He was silent, not saying anything as he took in every detail of his surroundings. Finally, he walked forward. Moving like a man detached from the world, his soft footsteps seemed to echo oddly.
After several steps, he suddenly tripped, crashing to the ground next to one of the displays. The impact dislodged a small clay bowl, which fell onto his head. "Ow..." Bakura mumbled as he pushed himself to his feet. He turned to see Isis covering her mouth and giggling. "What's so funny?"
Isis laughed harder and pointed to her head. Bakura blinked and reached up a hand, removing the bowl from his head. He glared at her as he put it back on the display.
"Oh yeah... So funny... You're as bad as the rest of us, you know. Very unprofessional."
Comforting: Take One
A hand suddenly rested on his shoulder. Bakura jumped, startled, and screamed. This startled Isis, who withdrew her hand, screaming as well. Bakura whirled around to face her and they stared at each other for a few moments.
Suddenly, they both burst out laughing. Bakura shook his head. "Don't do that! You scared me half to dea- ... Er... Well, I'm kind of dead already if you think about it... Depends on how you want to take the whole trapped spirit thing..."
Comforting: Take Two
A hand suddenly rested on his shoulder. Bakura slowly lifted his head and moved his eyes to look at it. After a few minutes, he stood and turned looking up into Isis' eyes. As he did, she removed her hand from his shoulder.
She studied him silently before asking, "Are you alright?"
"I'm just fine and dandy, thank you for asking!" Bakura declared with a bright grin.
Isis rolled her eyes and turned away. "You're so immature..."
Comforting: Take Three
A hand suddenly rested on his shoulder. Bakura slowly lifted his head and moved his eyes to look at it. After a few minutes, he stood and turned looking up into Isis' eyes. As he did, she removed her hand from his shoulder.
She studied him silently before asking, "Are you alright?"
"No!" Bakura said, throwing his arms around her and sobbing into her shoulder. "I miss my time. I miss Egypt. I... I... I want my mommyyyy!!!"
Isis blinked and looked at Silverscreamer who could do nothing more than shrug.
Stealing: Take One
Bakura frowned. He had a feeling he was getting close to what Malik wanted. But... Did he want this? If she was happy with Mariku, how was it his place to change that? He did promise Malik, though. He moved to follow her when something on another display caught his attention. He watched Isis carefully in case she was to turn around. As he passed the other display, he quickly reached out to snatch something. His hand clasped around a relatively small piece of golden jewelry.
Silverscreamer suddenly appeared in front of him and bopped him on the head with a rolled up magazine. "Moron... You're not supposed to steal from her museum! You like her, silly!"
Bakura grumbled as he replaced the jewelry and continued to follow Isis.
Stumbling Around in the Dark: Take One
Malik and Mariku crashed to the ground of the darkened janitor's closet. With much kicking and shoving, they finally managed to get off one another. Malik scurried out of reach of his yami, but tripped over a pail and went crashing into two people standing in a corner. He blinked. "Uh... Who's there?"
The light clicked on, Mariku having found the switch. Malik and his yami stared at Honda who stood there, blushing and rubbing the back of his neck. Shizuka was peeking out from behind him, looking very embarrassed.
Mariku suddenly snickered evilly, as Malik's face split into a nasty grin. "You two are naughty!"
Honda gave Malik a death glare even as Mariku chimed in. "Jounouchi'll kill you Honda! Imagine! You two... alone... in a janitor's closet!"
Stumbling Around in the Dark: Take Two
Malik and Mariku crashed to the ground of the darkened janitor's closet. With much kicking and shoving, they finally managed to get off one another. Malik scurried out of reach of his yami, but tripped over a pail and went crashing into a bunch of brooms/mops/whatevers that were in a corner.
The light suddenly clicked on. Malik- who knew it was too soon for Mariku to have done it- blinked and looked back at his yami. Mariku was still in the process of climbing to his feet. They both turned their eyes towards the light switch, only to see Ootogi standing there, holding a mop.
Mariku scratched his head. "Uh... What exactly are you doing here?"
Ootogi glared. "I'm working. This is another of my part-time jobs..."
"I see..." Mariku nodded. "Well... We're kinda in the process of something important here, so if you wouldn't mind leaving?"
Ootogi rolled his eyes. "That's sick..."
Malik's face drained of all color as his mouth fell open. "NO!" He cried out. "That's not what's happening!"
Mariku's eyes narrowed at Ootogi. "Memo to self... Maim you later..." He emphasized 'you' by nodding towards Ootogi.
Dragging Away: Take One
Nodding, Isis turned and started walking. Malik followed closely behind her. Bakura glanced at Mariku before starting after them. He was stopped, however, by Mariku grabbing him roughly by the shoulder.
Bakura's eyes widened in surprise and slight fear as he was yanked backwards and dragged into the janitor's closet. Without thinking, he clutched at the doorknob in an attempt to pull himself free of Mariku's grasp. The door slammed shut.
"..." Both of the yamis just stood staring at the door.
"Not again..." Muttered Mariku as he started pounding on the door and yelling.
Threats: Take One
Mariku's hands remained where they were, each holding onto a handful of shirt fabric as they forced Bakura tighter against the shelves. "What do you think you're doing?"
Bakura just stared at him blankly. This angered Mariku, who stopped pushing against him, just to attempt to lift him off the ground slightly by the shirt. Mariku grunted and Bakura's feet remained on the ground. He regarded Bakura a moment before questioningly loudly, "What in the shadow realm do you eat!?"
Silverscreamer: ~_~() Quit goofing off, Mariku.
Mariku grins. "Sorry... I just couldn't resist that one."
(((*sobs* He called my albino fat!)))