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keeping up with this little story, because it gives me a lot of support.
Please continue to REVIEW.))
**And just to help you out. Since I got a few e-mails asking who is who. Malik is the slightly lesser evil of the two. Marik is the yami, who also is completely insane and a Chocoholic. Hope this will clear things up for your better understanding.
Now, on with the story.
::::::::::::::::Rainy Days in Domino City:::::::::::ch2:::::::::::::::::::
The two walked into the living room and sat on the large red couch. Marik reached over and pulled the telephone onto his lap.
"Now, who to call."
Marik began to lick his fingers clean of the sweet substance. Malik just stared at the phone, lost in deep thought. Suddenly a familiar grin appeared on his face, revealing a plot. Marik, still concentrating on cleaning his fingers, saw his hikari out of the corner of his eye.
"I've seen that smirk before," he calmly stated.
"Mhmm.. and I just thought of the perfect victim to call," Malik confessed. His grin spread wider.
"Care to share the thought, or are you going to sit there looking like the idiot you are?"
"I am going to grace a certain Tomb Robber with a call."
"Bakura? Ha! I like it."
Malik beamed in satisfaction and gave himself a mental pat on the back. As he picked up the lavender receiver his grin faded into a serious expression. His fingers poked at the familiar numbers that belonged to the pale Egyptian. He silently prayed to Ra that Ryou wouldn't answer. He got his wish. Malik cleared his throat before the familiar voice on the other end spoke.
"Hello?"
Malik had deepened his voice dramatically. "I know what you did last summer."
"What?!"
*Click*
Marik laughed out loud after his hikari hung up. "Gods, that was good, but I want a go. I've got a little, something up my sleeve too."
With that he picked up the receiver and hit the redial button. He heard the phone ring once. Someone picked up the other line.
"Hello?" Again it was Bakura and he sounded a little confused.
"We're coming for you Bakura. You are going to pay for the innocent blood you shed and the dead you disturbed."
"Who is this?! I demand to know who the fuck is calling me!"
*click*
Malik laughed hard, tears came flowing down.
"Ra! He had no idea," Malik choked.
"That's the best part."
"I need to hear what he sounds like now," Malik blurted out.
Marik handed him the phone and pressed the redial.
"H..h...hello?"
"Don't get too comfortable in that chair of yours. We are watching you. The spirits of the tombs are coming for our revenge. You disturbed our slumber, and now you shall pay with your life Tomb Robber!"
"Ra! I didn't mean to rob the last one! I was set up! P..p..please! Let me explain! I'll do anything!"
Malik had put the phone on speaker. Marik had to hold in the urge to burst out laughing. Malik again spoke. "Anything?"
"Anything! I swear! Just leave me alone!"
"Very well. You must swear to bow to the one called Yami and call him Pharaoh. You shall be his slave until you repent for every tomb you ever robbed in your life. For every tomb you robbed, so you must serve a day. If you refuse, the curse of the dead shall be placed upon your head."
Silence answered.
"Do we make ourselves clear Tomb Robber?" Malik and Marik asked in unison.
A growl sounded and a murmur of "Yes," was heard.
"Good, you will start on the morrow."
*Click*
Malik and Marik burst out laughing.
"The fun has just begun," Marik snickered.
((Author's note: Please Review!!!))
**And just to help you out. Since I got a few e-mails asking who is who. Malik is the slightly lesser evil of the two. Marik is the yami, who also is completely insane and a Chocoholic. Hope this will clear things up for your better understanding.
Now, on with the story.
::::::::::::::::Rainy Days in Domino City:::::::::::ch2:::::::::::::::::::
The two walked into the living room and sat on the large red couch. Marik reached over and pulled the telephone onto his lap.
"Now, who to call."
Marik began to lick his fingers clean of the sweet substance. Malik just stared at the phone, lost in deep thought. Suddenly a familiar grin appeared on his face, revealing a plot. Marik, still concentrating on cleaning his fingers, saw his hikari out of the corner of his eye.
"I've seen that smirk before," he calmly stated.
"Mhmm.. and I just thought of the perfect victim to call," Malik confessed. His grin spread wider.
"Care to share the thought, or are you going to sit there looking like the idiot you are?"
"I am going to grace a certain Tomb Robber with a call."
"Bakura? Ha! I like it."
Malik beamed in satisfaction and gave himself a mental pat on the back. As he picked up the lavender receiver his grin faded into a serious expression. His fingers poked at the familiar numbers that belonged to the pale Egyptian. He silently prayed to Ra that Ryou wouldn't answer. He got his wish. Malik cleared his throat before the familiar voice on the other end spoke.
"Hello?"
Malik had deepened his voice dramatically. "I know what you did last summer."
"What?!"
*Click*
Marik laughed out loud after his hikari hung up. "Gods, that was good, but I want a go. I've got a little, something up my sleeve too."
With that he picked up the receiver and hit the redial button. He heard the phone ring once. Someone picked up the other line.
"Hello?" Again it was Bakura and he sounded a little confused.
"We're coming for you Bakura. You are going to pay for the innocent blood you shed and the dead you disturbed."
"Who is this?! I demand to know who the fuck is calling me!"
*click*
Malik laughed hard, tears came flowing down.
"Ra! He had no idea," Malik choked.
"That's the best part."
"I need to hear what he sounds like now," Malik blurted out.
Marik handed him the phone and pressed the redial.
"H..h...hello?"
"Don't get too comfortable in that chair of yours. We are watching you. The spirits of the tombs are coming for our revenge. You disturbed our slumber, and now you shall pay with your life Tomb Robber!"
"Ra! I didn't mean to rob the last one! I was set up! P..p..please! Let me explain! I'll do anything!"
Malik had put the phone on speaker. Marik had to hold in the urge to burst out laughing. Malik again spoke. "Anything?"
"Anything! I swear! Just leave me alone!"
"Very well. You must swear to bow to the one called Yami and call him Pharaoh. You shall be his slave until you repent for every tomb you ever robbed in your life. For every tomb you robbed, so you must serve a day. If you refuse, the curse of the dead shall be placed upon your head."
Silence answered.
"Do we make ourselves clear Tomb Robber?" Malik and Marik asked in unison.
A growl sounded and a murmur of "Yes," was heard.
"Good, you will start on the morrow."
*Click*
Malik and Marik burst out laughing.
"The fun has just begun," Marik snickered.
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