Show Me the Way from Crazy

Four

Stars in the Sky

(a.n. – Hello again! I got to updating . . . eh, fairly soon? I know it's not GREAT, but I try . . . give me credit. And the reviews! Wow! I love you all! *Glomp* And because I got so many (not that I'm complaining – I love it) I'm only gonna respond to certain reviews. Sorry everyone. ^_^;; Yeah . . . so um, I hope everyone likes this chapter. I might've been high off incense – I was burning it while this was written – it's some fun stuff. ^.^ Urm, and sorry if this update was longer than expected. I'm currently caught up in a series of books: Sweep. Go check them out if you get a chance.)
Disclaimer: I don't own . . . you don't sue. Ehh . . . more things I don't own in this chapter. I don't own Chevelle or Pop-Tarts. ^_^;; You should go check out Chevelle though, they kick ass.
Note: This is completely AU. Nothing in the series has happened in this. Well . . . kinda. Everything up to Battle City has . . . I guess. But besides that – nothing! Heh heh – just to clear up confusion . . . Oh! And another thing, I will be switching the point of view every chapter (don't worry – only between two people) because well, it's better to get everyone's perspective, right? Heh heh – and this is shounen-ai . . . if you have a problem – why the hell are you reading it?

Rnij and Mysterious A: Yay! Welcome to the wonderful world of Ryou/Malik-ness. A.K.A. – What this certain authoress lives for. Heh heh. And I'm happy that my story's being "passed around" o0o0o – that makes it sound like a slut. Oh well. Glad you like it anyway!
Trei: Aren't those chocolate cherry thingys the BEST?! I love them. I love them more than Ryou . . . wait, I lied. I don't. *Looks down in shame* How could I even suggest such a thing? *Goes off glomping Ryou*


"There are not enough stars in the sky to hold all of the wishes in the world."
Ryou's POV

            I woke up the morning after we got Malik signed up for school to Chevelle yelling at me from across the room. Reluctantly, I got out of bed, trudged across the room and shut off the radio alarm. Then, I trudged back to the welcoming lushness of my bed, pulling the covers up over my head to deflect the glaring sunlight.

          "Ryou! Get up or you'll be late!" Bakura's shout came from downstairs.

          It was this was every morning, or at least every school morning. Bakura evidently doesn't know the meaning of sleep, and relies solely on coffee, and can therefore push me out of bed.

          A pause. "Are you coming?!"

          "Mmph!" Not so sure if he heard that, but I'm too tired to form any word that exists in any language. 5:45 is such an ungodly time to get up at.

          After taking a quick shower, blow-drying my hair, and changing into my school uniform, I seated myself at the kitchen table. Malik was already there. He didn't look too ecstatic.

          "Why?"

          "Why what?" I asked, taking a bite out of my newly toasted S'mores Pop-Tarts.

          "This is Evil."

          "What is evil?"

          "Not evil, Evil."

          "I see the difference now."

          "You're making me go to school.

          "It's the law."

          "Screw the law."

          "I'd rather not."

          Malik raised an eyebrow at me and then turned to Bakura. "Is he always this bitchy in the morning?" Bakura nodded his head.

          "I heard that." I glared at both of them.

          "We'll give you a medal later." Bakura said.

          "Shut up." I glared at him more.

          "Make me."

          "It's sad that you're supposed to be the mature adult figure here." Malik's comment was directed towards Bakura.

          Bakura, in turn, glared at him. "Well, I guess it's time for you to go to school."

          "Evil." I heard Malik mutter.

          "So how do we get there?" Malik asked as we were standing outside.

          "We walk." I replied, and noticed the look of horror on his face.

          "Walk?! How long does it take to get there?!"

          "Maybe twenty minutes – tops."

          Malik gasped.

          "What?" I asked, looking at him strangely, "Never had to walk anywhere before?"

          "Well – I have . . . but why waste so much effort to get somewhere so EVIL?!"

          I sighed in resignation. Malik was never going to like school.

          "Hey Ryou-kun . . . person I don't know." Jou said as I saw him come up to us.

          "Konnichi wa Jounouchi-kun! And this is Malik-kun!" I said, pointing to him, "He's the person I was telling you about."

          "Ahh . . ." Was Jou's only response.

          Next Anzu came up to us. I don't really think Malik's going to like her much . . .

          "Who are you?" She asked Malik, somewhat bluntly.

          "I don't know, who are you?"

          Way to answer a question . . . hope he doesn't go around saying that one all day. Sighing, I decided to answer for him. "Anzu, this is Malik."

          "Oh! Malik! I'm sure that we'll become great, great friends!" Anzu said, a little too brightly.

          Malik just stared at her. I was right; he doesn't like her.

          "Konnichi wa minna-san!" I heard Yuugi's voice.

          Once more, I introduced Malik, only this time to my vertically challenged friend with tri-colored hair . . . maybe I should pay more attention to the people I hang out with. Most of them have something wrong with them or whatever. Hmm . . . I wonder if that means I have some sort of weird disorder too.

          "Where's Honda?" Yuugi asked, looking in the general direction he usually came from.

          "Told me he wasn't coming today," Jou shrugged, "I think he's skipping."

          "I'd like to skip . . ." I heard Malik mutter, and I glanced over at him accusingly. He just looked back at me with a look that plainly read, 'What did I do?'

          When the bell rang for homeroom, everyone was situated in their seats, and I glanced over at Malik. He didn't seem too pleased even now.

          "Now," the sensei began, after reading off the list of morning announcements, "We have a new student with us today." She then turned to Malik, "Please come to the front of the room."

          I could sense his annoyance as he sauntered up to the front.

          "This is Ishtar Malik."

          "Konnichi wa Malik-kun." The class echoed dully, and I was strangely reminded of a kindergarten classroom.

          The majority of the class stared at Malik. I don't blame them; after all, he was so . . . exotic looking. With his tan skin, blonde hair in contradiction to that, and pale lavender eyes, I probably would have stared if I had only seen him for the first time. Wait . . . what am I even talking about?

          My thoughts were interrupted by the sensei speaking again, "Well," She said expectantly, "Ishtar-san, do you have anything to say to the class?"

          Malik, of course, was blankly staring back at all of the people.

          I could barely hear a "no" escape his lips right was the bell rang. Kami-sama, that worked out for him . . .

          On my way to first period, which sadly, Malik had a slightly different schedule than me, so we didn't have this class together, I heard some girls talking near the lockers.

          "Oh! Have you seen that new kid in class 1-D?" One of them asked.

          "Yeah!" A brunette responded, "He's really hot – so . . . different from people you see here. I wonder where he's from . . . and if I have a chance with him!"

          "I think he's from Egypt." The last of their trio responded.

          I felt a pang of jealousy course through my veins, and I wondered why. Was I jealous because those girls had a better chance with Malik than I did? No, I didn't feel that way . . . did I?

          Shaking the thoughts out of my head, I continued on my way to Geometry.

          I felt happier when second period rolled around. I hated having Math first, and now I get to see Malik. Maybe now I'll have a lab partner . . .

          Sure enough, Malik turned out to be my lab partner. I was usually ignored in school, probably because I was so quiet, but it's better than getting beat up or something. And that's probably the reason why I didn't have a lab partner to begin with.

          "So what are we doing, anyway?" Malik whispered to me while the sensei droned on about chemical bonds.

          "Chemistry." I replied in a hushed voice.

          "Cool!" I saw his face light up, "Does that mean that we get to blow stuff up?"

          "No!"

          "Damn . . ." He whined.

          During the last half of the class, we were mixing elements together to make compounds, and Malik was having the time of his life. I'm a bit scared now . . .

          As I was slowly inching away from the table, I saw Malik adding two things that weren't supposed to be mixed into the same vile.

          "No, Malik, I wouldn't - ," I tried warning him, but alas, it was too late. He had already added it. Life as we know it has just ended. Head for the hills.

          The compound had sent a sort of chain reaction of explosions, and when the smoke cleared, I noticed Malik was sitting there with a look of pure contentment on his face. Luckily no one got hurt . . .

          The evacuation bell had begun to ring, and everyone trampled on each other to get out of the lab.

          "Come on Malik, let's go." I said, pulling on his arm.

          He once again gave me the innocent 'what did I do?' look. He was right . . . we did get to blow stuff up . . . Kami-sama . . .

"Insanity – a perfectly rational adjustment to an insane world."

(a.n. – Bwah hah hah. That was fun. I know, I'm a little weird – leave me alone. Right. So I'm not that good with Japanese, hell, I'm learning it on my own – as I'm sure many ff.net anime authors are. Anycrap, sorry if I got anything wrong, feel free to correct me. Bwah. Yes, so urm . . . got this done. Woot. And it didn't take me a month. Woot. So please read and review and then I'll update soon!)

Other Note: Gah! FanFiction.net just put up a notice saying that most of the reviews on June 4th have been lost. That's when I posted this. And since I only got one review, I'm (hoping) that they got deleted. Yeah, so I'm re-posting this. If I still get one review, that's okay too. Thanks and sorry to that one person who reviewed!