Faerie Ring
By OtakuChild
DISCLAIMER:

Much like people actually thinking I owned Yu-Gi-Oh. If I did, it would be on the adult swim, and the manga would be translated, as would the first cartoon series. Oh, and there is no such thing as the Whose Line Is it Anyway? Home game. It's just authoress power. I should also warn there is a slight amount of Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake bashing.
Chappie Three is here! WE HAVE A WINNER FOR THE IMZADI CONTEST! Congrats to Cluck Cluck, our winner. Cluck Cluck gets to choose the couple for my next fic! Review and let me know! For those who are uninformed, Imzadi means, "Beloved." We still need a winner for the previous contest from "Sicky." Look at the bottom of Chapter Two for details.
Faerie Key:
Kuna = Bakura
Rayana = Ryou
Lavender = Malik
Tika = Tea
Maku = Marik(Yami Malik)
Yukachi = Yugi
Tagan = Tristan
Yoriko = Yami
Joki = Joey
Seth = Seto Kaiba
Isadel = Isis
Mokichi = Mokuba
Shadel = Shadi

"I think," Yoriko said, "That this will be a perfect place to live. We can have a small community, and it will never become a metropolis, I promise you."
The Faeries cheered.
"You may all go to your regular activities, don't let your king hinder you," said Yoriko. The faeries scattered and flew away.
That Afternoon...

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU! YOU ARE SUCH A ROYAL IDIOT!"
"DOES IT LOOK LIKE I WORK FOR AN ASS LIKE SETH?"
Seth flew by. "I heard that!" he snapped.
"SHUT UP!" the two faeries yelled. Seth flew out of the room.
Kuna ducked to avoid the dime that Lavender picked up and hurled at him. He looked up to see Lavender stalking towards him, with a look of pure anger on her tanned features. Kuna's eyes widened in fear. Sure, they bickered and fought, and whatnot, but it was never this bad...before he could react, Lavender yanked him up by his shirt collar.
"I can't BELIEVE you made such a mess in the kitchen! The humans aren't supposed to know we're here yet! You could have ruined everything! You may still have screwed it up!"
"I'm sorry! I didn't think they'd be up so early!"
"Early? They got up at noon!"
"So I miscalculated and got psyched over booze!"
"That's the thing! You always get like that! You don't think!"
"I do too think!"
"Jeez, Kuna, you make messes, walk around with no clothes on, and then you go and make snide comments at me!"
"What is WRONG with wearing no clothes?"
"Nothing, as long as you're alone! You know what your problem is?"
"You know what your problem is? I'll tell you! You are a snotty, elitist, icy bitch!" he yelled, voice booming and scratchy.
Lavender went silent. Her hands let go of his collar, and he flew back down to the ground.
Kuna had had it. "I'm sorry if I'm not perfect, Lavender. Nobody can live up to your standards. Not even you, and you know it. The humans haven't caught on, so I didn't screw it up. I don't know what you're problem is, but stop taking it out on me!" he hissed, and flew out the window, tears threatening to fall.
Lavender stared after him, and flew off in the opposite direction, trying desperately not to cry.
"I hate him," she hissed. But she knew it wasn't true.
Kuna flew off to the garden, sat down under a mushroom, and cried silently.

While Lavender and Kuna were dealing with the current turn of events, Tika was wandering around in the bathroom, looking for bath salts. Shiny and useful, she thought. These humans sure know what they're doing!
She pulled open the door to the medicine cabinet, but found no bath salt. "I wonder if that tip Isadel gave me is a dud...but she never gives out false leads..." she flew off to find her friend.
Tika found Isadel sitting at a desk, which, at a closer glance, was actually three pieces of cardboard glued together, attached to some marker caps, making a makeshift table.
"Hey," Isadel greeted. She had long, black, straight hair that fell to her waist, and cobalt blue eyes. She wore a tan dress, and a gold necklace. Her wings were gold. She had a deep tan, much like Lavender and Maku.
"Hey..." Tika said. "I can't find those bath salts..."
"Well, where did you look?" Isadel swung around in her chair, which appeared to be woven out of very small twigs.
"I looked in the sink, and medicine cabinet..."
"You won't find them in there!" Isadel gave a light smile. "The packages won't fit into the medicine cabinet. Look behind the shower curtain."
"Oh!" Tika exclaimed. "Of course!" she thanked her friend and flew off. When she got back to the bathroom she opened up the shower curtain, and stepped through, and found a small faerie curled up. His hair was similar to that of King Yoriko, and was a mix of black, blonde, and red. He had soft, large purple eyes, and was rather short.
"Yukachi..." Tika trailed off. Yukachi looked up, smile innocent and pure. He smiled, and Tika's heart melted, as it always did. The 'Y' on her pentagram was his initial, for he had given it to her. She never took it off, for she loved him very much.
"Hey!" He said, and flew up to kiss her, for he was a good deal shorter than she was. Tika kissed him back, and ran her fingers through his wild hair. "Why are you curled up in a bathtub, of all places?" She asked.
"I needed some space," Yukachi murmured. "Everybody is so noisy."
"Yeah, but they'll calm down eventually. They're just happy to find a new place." Tika looked over Yukachi's shoulder. Something purple and sparkly caught his eye.
"The bath salts!" She exclaimed.
"Oh, yeah," Yukachi said. "So that's what those are." He smiled again. Tika flew over, opened the bag, took out three large crystals, and flew over to Yukachi. "Come with me?" She asked.
"Of course!" he said. They flew to Tika's small little space in the closet. She packed the crystals away for safekeeping, and she and Yukachi flew off to explore the living room. Yukachi flew off to investigate the stereo and Tika went for the bookcase, until she saw Lavender fly by, a purple and blonde blur. She looked upset, and tears streamed from her eyes. Tika did a double take, and turned to Yukachi. "Hey! Did you just see Lavender?" She called.
"Yeah, she looked upset." Yukachi pushed aside a Beastie Boys CD. "Oooh..." his eyes fell on a crystal next to the CDs. "Shiny..."
Tika let out a giggle. "I'm going to talk to her, okay?"
"Okay." Yukachi said. They shared a chaste kiss, and Tika flew off to find Lavender. She found her sitting on the coffee pot, crying her eyes out.
"Oh! Lavender..." Tika sat down next to Lavender.
"Tika, what have I done?" Lavender wailed. "I hurt him, I hurt him so bad! I'm so sorry!" she started crying all over again.
"Hurt who? I bet you didn't really screw it up like you think," Tika said.
"Yes I diiiiiiiiid!!!" Lavender set her head in Tika's lap and continued to sob.
"Well, what happened?" Tika asked.
"We...I don't even know what started it. But Kuna, and me, we started fighting, and we bicker a lot, but we really fought this time, and we were yelling and screaming and everything! And I was so mean, and I told him he'd screwed up, and he told me I was a bitch!" She said. "And you know what? He was right! I mean, it was a bloody mess in the kitchen! I am a bitch. I get mad at him, I've looked down my nose at him...but...he's not that bad, you know? I just..." Lavender wiped her eyes.
"You and Kuna fight a lot," Tika said.
"I...h-have to f-fight with him," Lavender sobbed.
"Why?" Tika brushed some hair out of Lavender's face.
"N-n-not good enough...Tika, it would never work. I can't be his friend. We're worlds apart. It just...we're too different." Lavender wiped her nose.
"Well, why would that make a difference?"
"I'm rich, Tika. I come from a rich family, and a powerful one, and I've never had to work remotely hard for money, or necessities, or anything, and Kuna, he dug through alleys every day, looking for something to support his family. We just...we're wrong for each other, we probably couldn't even be friends."
"But you and me, we're friends," Tika offered.
"Yeah, but..."
"What difference would it make, Lavender. Why are you stressing?"
"Never wanted to hurt him...just help him understand..."
Tika raised an eyebrow.
"I'm so sorry I yelled at him. I'm sorry for everything...never, ever meant for it to go this far, I'm so hard on everybody...especially him..."
"And?" Tika raised her eyebrow even further.
"I...I love him."

Kuna sat under a mushroom, crying. His chocolate eyes were red rimmed, and swollen.
"She didn't mean to hurt you."
Kuna turned around to see Maku standing, leaning against a shrub trunk.
"Well she did, whether she meant to or not," Kuna hissed.
"Kuna," Maku said, sitting beside Kuna. "She...she's really tough on herself, she doesn't want to let her guard down," he said.
"Please," Kuna said. "She hates me. Anyone can see that. She's all above me and everything. She came from a rich family, and I came from dirt. I know she knows. She hates me for it, it's like, I'm not good enough for her and everything. Not even friends. She looks down her nose at me, and shit. I should just...I should just give it up. I'll never be good enough for her, for anything. I was stupid to think I had a chance..." and he stopped abruptly, realizing the guy he was talking to was her brother. Her older brother. Her older, tall, well-built, very strong, protective brother. He took a deep, shaky breath.
"Relax, Kuna, I won't kill you." Maku said. "I see it too. I'm her brother. I live with her. She puts up a barrier, to hide her true feelings."
"Yeah, I bet she would if she had any," Kuna spat.
"Kuna..." Maku shifted his sitting position. "You know why she acts the way she does?"
"Because she's got ice in her veins?" Kuna asked.
"No..." Maku said. He smiled. "But that is what she wants people to think."
"Why?" Kuna asked.
"Lavender and me...we come from a rich family. Dad had a powerful position back home, and he still does. People tried to get close to her, to try and better themselves, be it political or for monetary glory. She knew better, and learned that people didn't want to be true friends with her. She acted cold and icy, so people would not try to mess with her, or try anything sneaky."
"But she hangs out with Tika," Kuna said.
"Tika was the only one who saw through her barrier," Maku said.
"Oh," Kuna said. His mind was spinning. Growing up in Egypt, they were worlds apart, from different classes. He never knew of these people who tried to take advantage of Lavender, they only met later on, when he met Maku by chance in an alley, looking for money or food or anything that could make some amount of money that he could take home to his family. Maku had taken him in, and they had all been close ever since. Well...I wasn't that close with Lavender, he thought. She practically wore barbed wire to keep her away from me, it seems she was only cordial after Maku talked to her.
Kuna's head was spinning. This new side of her Maku just told him sent him reeling, and put a whole new perspective to the whole argument they had. He remembered the look in her eyes. Vacant, emotionless.
"How can she live like that?" Kuna asked.
"Even I do not know. I fared well, considering the circumstances. People pretty much know that they could not fool me. But Lavender...I think the other fae assumed she was daddy's little sheltered girl, and from that, they thought they could pull a fast one. Lavender set standards so high that nobody could go near her, or see the real her. She won't let anybody see the real Lavender. Not even Tika knows who she truly is."
Kuna felt a twinge in his heart. "What is she like?"
Maku let out a sigh. "She...she has a heart of gold. She is fiercely loyal and loving to those who are close to her. She is tough, she is independent, she likes to fend for herself. She is extremely hard on herself, and she strives to perfection, and unfortunately, it comes out in her interaction with others. She doesn't let go of things easily. She fights for what she believes in. So I can say, with truth, that she never meant to hurt you."
Kuna was in utter shock. "I don't care about that! Can't she see that? I don't care if she was richer than that Seto kid that Ryou-human hangs out with, or if she was dirt poor! Things are different now, we came here to get away from that, she heard Yoriko say it! There are no classes here. Shit, we don't even have an economy!" Kuna still felt hurt, but he knew now that she didn't mean it, and that in itself make him feel better.
"I have explained this to her, but I have yet to get through," Maku said. "I think that she needs to hear these words from someone who isn't family. Someone like you."
"Me?" Kuna said. "She'd never listen to me. She hates me, remember?"
"She doesn't hate you. On the contrary, she thinks she'd never be good for you, friend, lover, or otherwise."
"Where did she get that idea?"
"She has a belief that because she comes from a so-called higher class, and she is afraid that would get in the way when it comes to you. All the money, all the political power our parents have back home...she's almost sure that would ruin everything."
"But...it...wouldn't..." Kuna stared at his feet.
"Then tell her." Maku shifted his sitting stance.
"She hates me."
"No she doesn't. Talk to her. I think you might be in for a pleasant surprise if you did."
Kuna looked up at Maku. "Where is she?"
"I don't know, I looked everywhere but couldn't find her. She goes and hides in places that are nearly impossible to see when she gets like this. But find her, Kuna, please, and let her know that the world is not against her."
Kuna stood up, and nodded, and flew off to find Lavender.

"Okay, I drew the Scenes from a Hat card! Yahoo!" Joey cheered.
The gang had convened at Malik's house for some down time, and were playing the Whose Line Is It Anyway? home game.
"The topics, if you please?" Joey said, and held out a baseball cap dramatically. Malik dropped in a handful of little papers with topics that he and Ryou and written earlier, because they had exhausted the topics the game came with long ago. Joey fiddled around in the baseball cap, and drew a paper.
"The secret lives of our friends," Joey read aloud.
Malik walked to the center of the room. He grinned. "I'm Bakura!" he said. Then he pretended to strip, and dance around a pole.
"Hey!" Bakura shrieked over the chorus of laugher. He walked to Malik. "I'm Malik Ishtar," he said coolly.
Malik stopped. "I'll get you," he said, and the two sat down.
Ryou and Tristan were whispering reverently about something, and then Tristan pushed Ryou to the stage area they were playing at. "But.." he said.
"Do it!" Tristan hissed. Ryou let out a sigh and walked shyly to the center of the living room. "I'm Joey Wheeler," he said, and launched into a rendition of, "I Feel Pretty," from West side story, complete with dance. Joey feverishly hit the buzzer. Ryou sat down. Joey drew another topic. "Bad ideas for sexual role-playing," he announced with chuckle. "Funny, this looks like Malik's writing..." he muttered. Malik grinned maliciously.
Tristan and Tea walked to the stage. "Okay, in this fantasy, I'm Britney and you're Justin," she said seductively. Tristan let out a girly shriek and ran back to the couch. The room roared with laugher. Ryou and Malik walked to the stage. Malik started chasing Ryou. "Come here you wild goldfish!" he said in a husky voice. Ryou made fishy faces. Tristan and Yami fell off the couch laughing. Joey hit the buzzer, and the two ran back to the large chair they were sharing, and Joey drew another topic.
"Abnormal clothing fashions for the rich," he announced.
Seto and Yugi walked to the stage. Yugi did a runway saunter. "And here we have Yugi Mutou, who is sporting a live Electric Eel coat!" Seto announced. Yugi jolted around, as if being zapped. The buzzer went off, and they sat down.
"Any takers?" Joey asked. "Okay," he drew another paper. Malik got up to go to the bathroom. When he got there he noticed there was a hole in the bag of purple bath salt, near the bottom. "That's odd, he muttered. "And a lot of it is gone, too. Dammit! It was expensive!"
At the top of the medicine cabinet, out of Malik's vision, two faeiries sat, sniggering hysterically. One elf had long, wild, black hair, and blue eyes. His wings were silver, and he had a silver headband with a pentagram around the top of his head, and silver glitter on his cheeks. He wore dark blue baggy pants, and a black vest. The other Faerie had brown hair, slightly tan skin, and brown eyes. His wings were gold, and he wore a black collar around his neck, adorned with a gold pentagram. He wore no shirt, and had on green baggy pants. A thin gold chain hung around his ankle. He steadied a small rubbermaid container of bath salt, and almost sent it over the top.
"Watch it Tagan!" The other faerie hissed.
"Shut up Mokichi! He'll hear us! And your brother will kill us if he knows where you are and what you're doing!"
"Whatever. I don't care." They peeked over the cabinet.
Malik heard fevered whispering, and whirled around. "Ryou?" he called.
He was met with silence. I must be off my rocker, he thought. He went towards the sink, and stood right by the medicine cabinet. The faeries flew up, and positioned themselves over Malik's head, near the ceiling, container in grip.
"Now!" both faeries hissed. They upturned the small container.
Malik was assaulted by small purple bath crystals. They rained down, and made tapping noises on the sink, counter, and floor. Some got stuck in Malik's hair. Malik let out a wild screech and shook off the salt in a scared frenzy. The two faeries started laughing uncontrollably, unheard by Malik, or so they thought.
In the living room, Marik sensed something amiss through their link. "What the..." he muttered.
"Something wrong?" Bakura murmured, quiet so that only Marik would hear.
"Yeah, I'll be right back." Bakura untangled himself from Marik's arms and Marik got up and went down the hall.
Malik heard small laughing noises over the top of his head, and looked up warily. "Shit! Cloak yourself!" Tagan hissed, and the two pranksters made themselves invisible.
A small rubbermaid container was floating in midair above his head, upside down. He let out another screech and jumped away from the sink, and scuttled into the bathtub. The Faeries dropped the container and flew off. The container landed with a thud next to Malik, and he jumped about three feet.
/Malik!/ Marik's voice rang through their link.
...Malik was shaking violently and hyperventilating.
Marik opened the door and kneeled next to Malik. "Malik, there's salt on the floor, and the sink, and your hair! What happened?"
"Bath salt...fell from ceiling...floating cup..."
"I noticed...what is going on around here?"
Malik steadied himself, and slowly got up. Marik steadied him until the shakes died down, and Malik cleaned up the mess, and the two went back to the living room, where Bakura and Ryou were singing to Yami, in the style of the Beastie Boys. They finished their song, and the three sat back down. The continued playing the Whose Line game well into the evening. The incident with the salt stuck in Malik's mind, and try as he might, he couldn't forget it. He also had the task of deflecting the issue when Ryou asked, because he didn't want to bother him with it. Ryou eventually gave up, and decided to ask Marik later, and after everyone went home, snuggled into Malik's arms, and Malik gently rocked Ryou to sleep.
Nobody had any idea that Mokichi and Tagan's little prank with the bath salt was just the tip of the iceberg, and that the faeries and humans would soon have a rather large and irritating problem on their hands. MWEEEE! And another chapter is done! Sorry it's taking awhile, life's been crazy...
Malik: Will Lavender and Kuna work things out? What prank to Mokichi and Tagan have planned next? Will Malik forever be paranoid? And will he ever figure out what dumped salt on his head? We'll find out in the next chapter!
Me: Malik, this isn't a soap opera. Oooh, good idea for fic...
Anyways, everybody knows the drill, so do I really have to say it. Later all. Ja ne!
-OtakuChild