A/N: Thanks for the feed back on the last chapters guys ^^;; any ways, I've been slightly busy with homework and all but here you go :D
Disclaimer: No there not mine, but that doesn't stop me from kidnapping them and shoving them into my tiny closet *grins*
**Are you there Ra? It's me Malik**
Chapter one: Perverted taxi drivers and feisty tomb robbers.
"Uh guys? Any one home," shouted the cheery brunette as she stood outside the door, waiting for someone to answer.
Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!
Bakura leaned against the door and made a clucking sound with his tongue. He cleared his throat and 'attempted' to imitate Malik's voice.
"Hi, you've reached the Ishtar residence. We're not home right now, please leave a note and slide it under the door. We'll get back to you as soon as possible. NOW GET THE FUCK OFF OUR PROPERTY ASSHOLES." Bakura than switched his voice up, and attempted to shriek in a Isis type manner. "MALIK!"
Malik and Isis sweated profusely.
"Baka," Malik hissed. He strode over and hit him harshly over the head.
"Itai.. Kisama, asshole."
Malik kneed him in the groin this time.
"Mother.. fucki-"
Ryou threw a book at Malik's head and it missed by an inch. Fortunately, Anzu had swung open the door and it hit her square in the nose.
"Friends aren't suppose to throw things at each other," Anzu said dryly. Her nose turned a deep crimson shade mixed in with tones of dark purple.
Bakura eyed her carefully, looking for signs of blood, when none came he walked off sadly.
"Not to worry, it will stop throbbing soon. Nothing a little shopping can't cure," she said cheerfully, giving him a wink.
"Oh 'Kura-kun, I love your hair!" She buried her head in his snow white spikes. She inhaled deeply and sighed contentedly.
"Get. This. Thing. Off. Of. Me."
Ryou stared at him, his big brown eyes radiating with merriment.
"Please," he said through gritted teeth.
Ryou took her hand and led her to the door. "You three should get going now, the good stuff won't be there all day."
"Oh my gosh! You right. Lets go boys!" Anzu promptly linked arms with both of them and they strolled out the door.
Slowly, the trio made there way out of the apartment building and piled into the taxi.
The driver donned a brown trench coat and a floppy black hat.
"Where to?"
"The mall," Anzu replied.
The driver started to swerve haphazardly throughout the streets, causing the three passengers to fall all over each other. Malik fell into Anzu's lap, dominating most of the back seat. Bakura's head rammed into Malik's ass.
She placed her fingers delicately against his chin. "Malik, I had no idea. I mean I like you and all but, I'm devoted to Yami."
Bakura snorted, "You wish.". However the sound was muffled because his face was squished into Malik's ass.
"Hentai! Get your face out of there," Malik shrieked in a extremely high pitched tone, the window cracked slightly.
Bakura rested his cheek on Malik's and rubbed gently. He grinned stupidly. "What? Afraid you'll like it?"
"OFF!" He screeched. A large chunk of window broke off.
Malik's Pov
A few of the longest moments of my life passed by in mere seconds. The three of us made ourselves presentable to the world again just as the driver took another sharp turn. We flew up, and gravity, being the bastard that it is, chose to play a cruel, cruel game on me. Anzu fell off the seat and Bakura was sprawled over the entire thing, which left him wide open to break my fall. I crashed into the seat on all fours, carefully to avoid contact with the spirit of the ring. I glared at him, he smirked back.
"Hey you two, I'd prefer you not defile my taxi. Stains are particularly hard to get out, scares away the female customers. I'd be more than happy to drive you to a motel," he finished dryly."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I screamed.
Anzu sat up and caught my gaze. She than looked at Bakura, than back to me.
"Oh my," her blue eyes widened and she looked away blushing furiously.
I looked down at Bakura, seething. He grinned maliciously up at me.
"What?!" I shrieked.
I gazed back down at Bakura, my mind just now taking note of our very compromising position.
The driver chuckled. "It seems to me that your silver-haired friend is very fond of you. Of course, who wouldn't be? He spun around handing me a card and a wink.
For the mere seconds, that the driver took his eyes of the road, the steering wheel spun spontaneously. Anzu was safely grounded but Bakura and I flipped through the air once more. This time, myself on the bottom.
Bakura smirked deviously and in the sultriest voice ever, murmured "Me likes," as he delicately brushed a stray lock of blonde hair out of my eyes.
I shoved him roughly off of me.
"Feisty," he purred.
"Stay away from me you freak!"
"Playing hard to get are we? I don't recall you pushing me away last time." He rubbed his cheek softly against mine.
I panicked, I was lost for words, I, I blushed.
"That, that was soo different. We were both wasted."
Anzu started to cough hysterically, the driver on the other hand, he chuckled to himself and amused himself with these thoughts.
"Hentai," I muttered under my breath.
"What's gotten into you? Your usually the silent, twisted, I'm out to get the whole world, kind of guy. Not some pervert who only has sex on his mind."
"My promiscuity is none of your business," Bakura spat at him.
"Touch-y"
Bakura promptly got off of me and we edged to our respective sides of the taxi. Anzu had attempted to get up, but Bakura not so innocently shoved her face to the ground with his leg. She repeated the attempt multiple times, all ending with the same results. Finally she gave up and remained silent for a few moments. Occasionally, she would try to get back up somewhat inconspicuously, however Bakura noticed. He shoved her back down with little energy, at the same time, never taking his gaze off the window.
To be honest, it was quite amusing at first. Actually, no matter how many times you see it, it's always extremely entertaining to watch Anzu get shoved face first into the ground.
Normal Pov
After a few moments of silence, Malik decided it was too stuffy in the taxi. He rolled down the windows and small breezes drifted in and out. The winds was very comforting, at first, but soon the clouds started to hover around the sun. The usually pale blue sky slowly turned dark. Soft pitters of rain, dove toward the ground, a very cool refreshing feeling. Within five minutes the rain turned hard and people were soon looking for a place to take cover. The winds started to get harsh and bitter.
"Malik roll up the windows," Anzu whined softly.
He ignored her.
Finally, the air dropped to minus ten and even Bakura started to complain.
"Roll up the fucking window before I chop off your weenie."
Malik remained silent and motionless.
The unrelenting wind and rain got so harsh, that one could see one's own breath. Bakura hissed and tugged at his sun bleached hair.
He gritted his teeth and said nothing.
Bakura pulled, hard. A small chunk of his fine platinum hair was missing. Not enough to leave a bald spot, but enough to get a reaction from the sullen blonde.
He shoved the tomb robber onto the floor, landing on top of Anzu. The oh so perky one, grinned stupidly and felt rather flattered. The same could not be said for Bakura.
He grasped roughly at Malik's leg, and bit down hard.
A chain of profanity streamed out of Malik's mouth.
He grasped the Sennen item and forced Bakura to bang his head against the wall several times. Once the tomb robber had regained control of his body, he smirked maliciously. Reaching into his pocket, he found a match and struck it against the seat of the car. A small flame had been produced, and he discreetly guided the flame to the hem of Malik's pants before snuffing out the match. Bakura then sat back on his seat and glared daggers at Malik as if nothing was amiss.
Silence filled the taxi, that is, until the blonde realized he smelled smoke. He didn't comment at first, not knowing where it was coming from; until he felt a searing pain around his leg.
"Shimatta!" He tried to stomp it out on the floor, which was currently occupied by Anzu. He tried to roll around to put out the fire, but in a taxi, there is a limited amount of space. He rolled around, confined to the space between the seats, which was barely as wide as his shoulders.
Of course, from Bakura's point of view it looked as if Malik was doing some not so innocent things to Anzu. The bus driver was grooving to the tunes of seventies disco and had not noticed anything amiss.
The brunette screamed shrilly as the fire had caught onto her hair. Anzu sobbed hysterically and hugged Malik as tightly as she could.
If you really strain your ears, and drown out the sounds of screaming, one would think that Bakura, our very dignified tomb robber was actually humming.
With super human strength, Malik reached out and clutched the driver's hand.
The taxi driver looked down at him.
"So did you have a change of heart?" he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.
"NO! Just stop and park!" He screeched in an extremely high voice.
Shrugging it off, the bus driver whistled happily and pulled up to the curb.
Bakura, being the helpful person he was, locked the door and used shadow magic to set up a small barrier.
Malik frantically started to hack at the door with his Sennen rod, until he could crawl out of the taxi. Once outside, he rolled around the sidewalk setting out the flames. The hard sting of rain caused him to scream more than several times. Several people stopped to stare. It might not have been such a scene, but it wasn't everyday when a attractive Egyptian boy crawled out of a hole in a taxi with his pants on fire and was rolling around in the muddy rain. Anzu followed him and once they were finished, they clambered back into the taxi, dripping wet from head to toe, with mud splattered all over their clothes.
Being the reasonable person that he was, Malik took a dive for the tomb robber, but Anzu got there first. She grasped his neck and started to strangle him while sobbing hysterically.
"I-I I can't believe you," she choked. "Y-You.. I almost, I could've.." she broke down completely and locked her arms around him, pulling him into a lethal hug. She sobbed into his chest, digging her nails into his back. Anzu's hands had made there way to Bakura's hair and she snuggled up to him and wouldn't let go for the world.
Bakura sat stiffly on the edge of his seat, not uttering a single word of complaint while the brunette was clinging onto him. His left eye and the corner of his mouth started to twitch, but he could only sit there, suffering silently.
That leaves us with Malik, who was nursing his leg where Bakura had previously bit him, also eyeing the scorch marks on his pants, from the fire. Anzu's hair, he noted, had also been singed considerably.
All the same, he sat there quite contentedly. Feeling as though justice had been served, he glanced happily at Bakura who was being held hostage by Anzu, even though, he was going to spend countless hours at the mall with Anzu, suffering from the same fate as the Tomb Robber; even though he was missing a chunk of his hair; even though the window was still open and rain was pouring in, and even though, there was a large chunk of door was missing from the hole he created; even though, seventies disco was still blaring from the radio, all it took was once glance at Bakura's face and he couldn't stop grinning.
Owari.
Translations:
Itai - ouch
kisama- bastard
hentai- pervert
shimatta- shit
Special thanks to BlueMew and Yui E Yumi for beta testing for me ^^ You guys rock!
A/N: groans* I know, I know, it needs work. Oh and incase your wondering, no I do not enjoy letting Anzu talk. About that line, 'I'm hopelessly devoted to Yami.. *barfs* I like to pair Yami up with Yugi.. I mean come on.. a sex god and the epitome of cuteness..
Forgive me if there a little out of charecter, who wouldn't be after spending time with Anzu? I'd love to pull her hair out.. any ways.. suggestions? constructive criticism? Whatever.. but if you'd be so kind... *points to the review button*
Disclaimer: No there not mine, but that doesn't stop me from kidnapping them and shoving them into my tiny closet *grins*
**Are you there Ra? It's me Malik**
Chapter one: Perverted taxi drivers and feisty tomb robbers.
"Uh guys? Any one home," shouted the cheery brunette as she stood outside the door, waiting for someone to answer.
Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!
Bakura leaned against the door and made a clucking sound with his tongue. He cleared his throat and 'attempted' to imitate Malik's voice.
"Hi, you've reached the Ishtar residence. We're not home right now, please leave a note and slide it under the door. We'll get back to you as soon as possible. NOW GET THE FUCK OFF OUR PROPERTY ASSHOLES." Bakura than switched his voice up, and attempted to shriek in a Isis type manner. "MALIK!"
Malik and Isis sweated profusely.
"Baka," Malik hissed. He strode over and hit him harshly over the head.
"Itai.. Kisama, asshole."
Malik kneed him in the groin this time.
"Mother.. fucki-"
Ryou threw a book at Malik's head and it missed by an inch. Fortunately, Anzu had swung open the door and it hit her square in the nose.
"Friends aren't suppose to throw things at each other," Anzu said dryly. Her nose turned a deep crimson shade mixed in with tones of dark purple.
Bakura eyed her carefully, looking for signs of blood, when none came he walked off sadly.
"Not to worry, it will stop throbbing soon. Nothing a little shopping can't cure," she said cheerfully, giving him a wink.
"Oh 'Kura-kun, I love your hair!" She buried her head in his snow white spikes. She inhaled deeply and sighed contentedly.
"Get. This. Thing. Off. Of. Me."
Ryou stared at him, his big brown eyes radiating with merriment.
"Please," he said through gritted teeth.
Ryou took her hand and led her to the door. "You three should get going now, the good stuff won't be there all day."
"Oh my gosh! You right. Lets go boys!" Anzu promptly linked arms with both of them and they strolled out the door.
Slowly, the trio made there way out of the apartment building and piled into the taxi.
The driver donned a brown trench coat and a floppy black hat.
"Where to?"
"The mall," Anzu replied.
The driver started to swerve haphazardly throughout the streets, causing the three passengers to fall all over each other. Malik fell into Anzu's lap, dominating most of the back seat. Bakura's head rammed into Malik's ass.
She placed her fingers delicately against his chin. "Malik, I had no idea. I mean I like you and all but, I'm devoted to Yami."
Bakura snorted, "You wish.". However the sound was muffled because his face was squished into Malik's ass.
"Hentai! Get your face out of there," Malik shrieked in a extremely high pitched tone, the window cracked slightly.
Bakura rested his cheek on Malik's and rubbed gently. He grinned stupidly. "What? Afraid you'll like it?"
"OFF!" He screeched. A large chunk of window broke off.
Malik's Pov
A few of the longest moments of my life passed by in mere seconds. The three of us made ourselves presentable to the world again just as the driver took another sharp turn. We flew up, and gravity, being the bastard that it is, chose to play a cruel, cruel game on me. Anzu fell off the seat and Bakura was sprawled over the entire thing, which left him wide open to break my fall. I crashed into the seat on all fours, carefully to avoid contact with the spirit of the ring. I glared at him, he smirked back.
"Hey you two, I'd prefer you not defile my taxi. Stains are particularly hard to get out, scares away the female customers. I'd be more than happy to drive you to a motel," he finished dryly."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I screamed.
Anzu sat up and caught my gaze. She than looked at Bakura, than back to me.
"Oh my," her blue eyes widened and she looked away blushing furiously.
I looked down at Bakura, seething. He grinned maliciously up at me.
"What?!" I shrieked.
I gazed back down at Bakura, my mind just now taking note of our very compromising position.
The driver chuckled. "It seems to me that your silver-haired friend is very fond of you. Of course, who wouldn't be? He spun around handing me a card and a wink.
For the mere seconds, that the driver took his eyes of the road, the steering wheel spun spontaneously. Anzu was safely grounded but Bakura and I flipped through the air once more. This time, myself on the bottom.
Bakura smirked deviously and in the sultriest voice ever, murmured "Me likes," as he delicately brushed a stray lock of blonde hair out of my eyes.
I shoved him roughly off of me.
"Feisty," he purred.
"Stay away from me you freak!"
"Playing hard to get are we? I don't recall you pushing me away last time." He rubbed his cheek softly against mine.
I panicked, I was lost for words, I, I blushed.
"That, that was soo different. We were both wasted."
Anzu started to cough hysterically, the driver on the other hand, he chuckled to himself and amused himself with these thoughts.
"Hentai," I muttered under my breath.
"What's gotten into you? Your usually the silent, twisted, I'm out to get the whole world, kind of guy. Not some pervert who only has sex on his mind."
"My promiscuity is none of your business," Bakura spat at him.
"Touch-y"
Bakura promptly got off of me and we edged to our respective sides of the taxi. Anzu had attempted to get up, but Bakura not so innocently shoved her face to the ground with his leg. She repeated the attempt multiple times, all ending with the same results. Finally she gave up and remained silent for a few moments. Occasionally, she would try to get back up somewhat inconspicuously, however Bakura noticed. He shoved her back down with little energy, at the same time, never taking his gaze off the window.
To be honest, it was quite amusing at first. Actually, no matter how many times you see it, it's always extremely entertaining to watch Anzu get shoved face first into the ground.
Normal Pov
After a few moments of silence, Malik decided it was too stuffy in the taxi. He rolled down the windows and small breezes drifted in and out. The winds was very comforting, at first, but soon the clouds started to hover around the sun. The usually pale blue sky slowly turned dark. Soft pitters of rain, dove toward the ground, a very cool refreshing feeling. Within five minutes the rain turned hard and people were soon looking for a place to take cover. The winds started to get harsh and bitter.
"Malik roll up the windows," Anzu whined softly.
He ignored her.
Finally, the air dropped to minus ten and even Bakura started to complain.
"Roll up the fucking window before I chop off your weenie."
Malik remained silent and motionless.
The unrelenting wind and rain got so harsh, that one could see one's own breath. Bakura hissed and tugged at his sun bleached hair.
He gritted his teeth and said nothing.
Bakura pulled, hard. A small chunk of his fine platinum hair was missing. Not enough to leave a bald spot, but enough to get a reaction from the sullen blonde.
He shoved the tomb robber onto the floor, landing on top of Anzu. The oh so perky one, grinned stupidly and felt rather flattered. The same could not be said for Bakura.
He grasped roughly at Malik's leg, and bit down hard.
A chain of profanity streamed out of Malik's mouth.
He grasped the Sennen item and forced Bakura to bang his head against the wall several times. Once the tomb robber had regained control of his body, he smirked maliciously. Reaching into his pocket, he found a match and struck it against the seat of the car. A small flame had been produced, and he discreetly guided the flame to the hem of Malik's pants before snuffing out the match. Bakura then sat back on his seat and glared daggers at Malik as if nothing was amiss.
Silence filled the taxi, that is, until the blonde realized he smelled smoke. He didn't comment at first, not knowing where it was coming from; until he felt a searing pain around his leg.
"Shimatta!" He tried to stomp it out on the floor, which was currently occupied by Anzu. He tried to roll around to put out the fire, but in a taxi, there is a limited amount of space. He rolled around, confined to the space between the seats, which was barely as wide as his shoulders.
Of course, from Bakura's point of view it looked as if Malik was doing some not so innocent things to Anzu. The bus driver was grooving to the tunes of seventies disco and had not noticed anything amiss.
The brunette screamed shrilly as the fire had caught onto her hair. Anzu sobbed hysterically and hugged Malik as tightly as she could.
If you really strain your ears, and drown out the sounds of screaming, one would think that Bakura, our very dignified tomb robber was actually humming.
With super human strength, Malik reached out and clutched the driver's hand.
The taxi driver looked down at him.
"So did you have a change of heart?" he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.
"NO! Just stop and park!" He screeched in an extremely high voice.
Shrugging it off, the bus driver whistled happily and pulled up to the curb.
Bakura, being the helpful person he was, locked the door and used shadow magic to set up a small barrier.
Malik frantically started to hack at the door with his Sennen rod, until he could crawl out of the taxi. Once outside, he rolled around the sidewalk setting out the flames. The hard sting of rain caused him to scream more than several times. Several people stopped to stare. It might not have been such a scene, but it wasn't everyday when a attractive Egyptian boy crawled out of a hole in a taxi with his pants on fire and was rolling around in the muddy rain. Anzu followed him and once they were finished, they clambered back into the taxi, dripping wet from head to toe, with mud splattered all over their clothes.
Being the reasonable person that he was, Malik took a dive for the tomb robber, but Anzu got there first. She grasped his neck and started to strangle him while sobbing hysterically.
"I-I I can't believe you," she choked. "Y-You.. I almost, I could've.." she broke down completely and locked her arms around him, pulling him into a lethal hug. She sobbed into his chest, digging her nails into his back. Anzu's hands had made there way to Bakura's hair and she snuggled up to him and wouldn't let go for the world.
Bakura sat stiffly on the edge of his seat, not uttering a single word of complaint while the brunette was clinging onto him. His left eye and the corner of his mouth started to twitch, but he could only sit there, suffering silently.
That leaves us with Malik, who was nursing his leg where Bakura had previously bit him, also eyeing the scorch marks on his pants, from the fire. Anzu's hair, he noted, had also been singed considerably.
All the same, he sat there quite contentedly. Feeling as though justice had been served, he glanced happily at Bakura who was being held hostage by Anzu, even though, he was going to spend countless hours at the mall with Anzu, suffering from the same fate as the Tomb Robber; even though he was missing a chunk of his hair; even though the window was still open and rain was pouring in, and even though, there was a large chunk of door was missing from the hole he created; even though, seventies disco was still blaring from the radio, all it took was once glance at Bakura's face and he couldn't stop grinning.
Owari.
Translations:
Itai - ouch
kisama- bastard
hentai- pervert
shimatta- shit
Special thanks to BlueMew and Yui E Yumi for beta testing for me ^^ You guys rock!
A/N: groans* I know, I know, it needs work. Oh and incase your wondering, no I do not enjoy letting Anzu talk. About that line, 'I'm hopelessly devoted to Yami.. *barfs* I like to pair Yami up with Yugi.. I mean come on.. a sex god and the epitome of cuteness..
Forgive me if there a little out of charecter, who wouldn't be after spending time with Anzu? I'd love to pull her hair out.. any ways.. suggestions? constructive criticism? Whatever.. but if you'd be so kind... *points to the review button*