This is about my sixth attempt of the third chapter of this story, and hopefully, this one will actually make it. All the other times, I'd have an idea, but then get quickly uninspired. Anway, here goes nothin.

Malik sat by himself looking gloomy, letting us all know that he was feeling bad. No, he did not feel peachy, happy, pissed, or horny (well, maybe a little). He was just gloomy, aka sad. He felt this way because he had, unlike everybody else in the whole bloody world had a boy/girlfriend, and he had jack shit. It was obvious that the world he lived in was on drugs, because even if he isn't your favorite character, you have to admit that he's rather hot, therefore him ending up without a lobve bunny when wanting one seemed pretty much impossible. Malik stared over jealously over at some fat boy with acne who had a super model all to himself. Why couldn't he have somebody sexy to love him too?

"You okay?"

Malik turned around quickly to see Yami looking at him curiously, wondering why he was all by himself.

"Yeah, everything's fine," Malik said, not wanting Yami to be worried.

"Okay." Seeing that everything was okay, Yami then thought he would leave, knowing that his services were not needed, and the world was still a happy peachy place. Malik saw that he was leaving, got pissed that Yami didn't realize that he was feeling miserable even though he had said the opposite, and decided to blurt out some crap to make himself the pity party.

"It's just that everybody has someone except for me."

"But you just said everything was okay."

"Yes, but you are supposed to ignore that."

"You lied to me?!" Yami felt crushed. He had just tried to make somebody feel perky and now he was being deceived my Malik sly, back handed words.

"No, stop thinking that way! If you start hating me, we won't end up together like the author has intended?"

"End up together? When was that decided?"

"Simple. You were the first guy to show up on the scene, therefore making you the person I end up with."

"But what about that fat guy with acne? He was on the scene way before I was!"

"Yeah, but because everybody on this earth is shallow, I need to end up with someone pretty."

"Ah."

"Okay, now you've gotta say some consoling stuff to make me happy, followed by me falling madly in love with you, and everything will work out because both of us are single."

"But it was stated earlier that everyone in the world other than you had a boy/girlfriend. Wouldn't I qualify under 'everyone'?

"It seems that once again the author lied to you." Malik put his hand on Yami's shoulder. "I'm sorry."

Yami clenched his fists, trying his best to hold back the tears. He found that he couldn't keep his composure any longer and conveniently situated himself into Malik's arms. "Why is everyone deceiving me?! I didn't do anything wrong!! Not other than execute defenseless peasants when I was pharaoh, pushed that old couple down when running today, stole that little kid's ice cream, and destroyed Kaiba's ugly white tank coat."

Malik held Yami close, doing his best to comfort him. "Some of that crap you did was very wrong, and your soul should burn in the ever lasting fires of hell for it, but since you destroyed the evil tankcoat of doom, I wouldn't be surprised if at least a couple of your sins have been forgiven."

"Thank you Malik. Those are the nicest words anybody's ever said to me." As if on cue, Malik pulled Yami in for a big slobbery kiss, and they made out for a long time. Then, realizing they need to breath, even though that doesn't make sense at all because cartoons don't breathe at all, romance writers just have a tendency of putting that in for whatever reason, they pulled away from each other.

"Yami, I have a question for you," Malik said huskily into Yami's ear.

"What?"

"Do you sleep on your stomach?"

Yami pondered the question for a moment, wondering how the hell that makes it's way into a conversation. Thinking it over carefully, Yami replied to him.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Can I?" Now it all made sense! It was part of a cheesy pick up line, which always make the characters swoon in romance stories. Yami immediately nodded, and went in for another make out session. They then went to a Motel 6, got it on like monkeys in spring, and lived happily ever after.

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Oh good, I actually finished this one. I have to say that I like this series the best out of what I'm writing right now. I just wish I had more inspiration. I'll probably check around the net for creepy kinky couple fetishes people have, probably something with Pegasusx"insert character" cuz that guy creeps the shit out of me. I dunno, I was watching the dub one Saturday with him in it, and his voice is so messed up and wrong that he probably gives small children nightmares... that or reminds them of daddy's new wife Tim... neither of which can be too good, I am sure. Why do I have a feeling that I have just insulted half of the readers skimming through this fic? Whatever, anywho, I'll get the next chapter up as soon as I can and remember to never go out with a boy named Petie with a goat fetish... I'm not sure why, but that's what I was told. Till later!