Suchan: WOOOT! I know I lied. I am finishing this one. I've got an HP one in the works. I got back on my fic kick, and I lied, I'm sorry. But I'm back. Hope you haven't missed me!

Silver: (pulls out a list) and Thankies to Dark Magician Girl Hikaru, YB/YM fan, and Sour Green apple for reviewing my work of crap! (steps back as Suchan gathers them all in a bone-crushing hug) oo;

Suchan: THANK YOU!

Silver: ...and we move on.

Suchan: By the way, FFn hasn't quit being a pain in the kiester, so their apologies if the layout looks funky. Please bear with us.

Silver: (points) bear with HER. I'm gonna go get some ice cream.

Suchan: Without...me?

Silver: That WAS the point, wasn't it?

Suchan: ;-;

Reminisces

Chapter Five: Tell Me A Story

Oh, ra. The note. Marik paced around and around on the foot of Malik's bed. He still hadn't read Bakura's note: he was too worried about what it said.

Malik whimpered in his sleep. He kicked out at some unknown predator, but it seemed he was losing his battle. Apprehensive, Marik slid into the boy's REM state and looked around. Malik's dream was a total mess of chaos and destruction.

He appeared to be fending off a very evil looking Bakura with a large silver candelabra whiel clutching a gory wound in his shoulder. In this state, nothing Marik did would help him, except wake him up. And he did.

Malik jerked awake with a squeak of fright. Marik was sitting in front of him, looking genuinely concerned. Malik blinked. "Something has definitely happened to you since you were banished. You used to not care about me at all." Marik sighed.

"It's a long story, kid." Malik hung his head. "Buuuut... you don't have school tomorrow, so I can keep you up as long as I want."
"Yay!"
"But you can't tell anyone about this, even your best bud Ryou." Malik blushed a bit at this.

"Okay?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die." Malik made an X across his chest with his hand and stared eagerly.

"Good Ra..." Marik ran his fingers through his hair and sighed.

It all seemed so simple. We wanted world domination, and were willing to work together to achieve it.

But somewhere during the finals, I just LOST it. Every little tease Bakura threw at me stung. Everything I had dismissed before was annoying me to no ends. I thought he was really dense, actually, he let it go for quite some time before he decided to confront me about it.

So, he asked me what was wrong, but I got really pissed off and told him to go crawl in a hole and die. I finally told him that I was gay, hoping that would shut him up and make him go away, but it didn't.

It just made him more annoying because he took it to mean I liked him like that. Blegh. Anyway, I did, but still. HEY! SHUT UP LAUGHING!....

"I'm not trying to.." Malik giggled, falling over the edge of the bed. "Ouch!" "AAGH!" Marik threw up his hands in defeat. "You are, too!" Malik recovered. "Is that all?" "No..." Malik was already sitting upright, staring attentively. "Good Ra..."

After a whiel, though, it got completely frustrating bcause Bakura, stupid bastard, he wouldn't listen to how I was really feeling, even though I was trying to tell him, y'know? Well, he just wanted to pretend every thing was just dandy, no worries or bad feelings and there was absolutely nothing wrong with me.

But there was. I was sinking into a morbid depression and started drinking a lot. It was surprising that Kaiba-san had stocked the kitchen well with some freaked-out Russian Rum. Eh... maybe it wasn't his, never can tell, buncha crack-head suits running around all over the place.. Anyway. The rum—good stuff.

So... alright. Bakura was so dense by then, the only time he realized something was wrong with me was when I actually grabbed him around the neck (I think I was pretty sauced by then, too....) and proceeded to choke him. ((Marik shrugs.))

Hey, quit snickering. I mean, if someone you thought was a friend was suddenly trying to kill you (come to think of it, since Bakura was already dead, it wouldn't have done much go... ) anyway.

"And then... damnit, where was I? Oh, shut up, you freak." Marik pushed a madly giggling fifteen-year-old off his perch on the mattress and scratched his head. "It's not...funny..." His voice trailed off.

Bakura was sitting in the windowsill, smirking.

Suchan: Bum, bum, buuuum... sorry it was so short. I'm almost done.

Silver: You are SO evil. Well, there goes another cliff-hanger.

Suchan: You could be too, if I pushed you off a cliff and you didn't fall off properly.

Silver: Didn't...fall off properly? X.x Wow. And I thought for one second you might be a little bit sane.

Suchan: I'm not, I'm really not. Sorry if I fooled you. Look, here's a daisy for your trouble!

(Daisy mutates and eats Silver in one bite)

Suchan: oo Um... oooooops. (frolics away) SORRY! Review, PWEEEEASE!