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Last Time: Malik was kicked out of Isis house for skipping school again and Malik decided to stay at Anzu's. There was a fight over who gets to eat the steak and they finally settled down, until Malik chased Anzu. Anzu showed him to his room and passed out. Malik found her and she fell asleep.
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Deams. Anzu had so many of them, it was hard to remember them all. Once she awoken today though, she could remember the dreams she had very clearly.
Malik was holding her hand. He had a frim grip, but his hands were warm and soft...very gentle. His fingers brushed against hers and...that was it. Anzu groaned as her alarm went off. She smacked the alarm, but yelped as someone spoke. "What the-?" Malik yelled, holding his nose. Anzu jumped out of the bed and turned to Malik, just to look at see his tanned, firm chest. She looked away and checked to see if she was clothed.
"What the heck?" She yelled. "What...what was this!" She gestured to the bed she was just on. Malik held his head.
"Beginning of the day and already I have a headache." Malik watched as Anzu started muttering to herself. "Okay, look. You fell asleep on the couch and I didn't know were you sleep so I just took you to this room. Happy?"
Malik got no respond so he just picked up his school clothes and headed towards the bathroom. Anzu groaned and sat down on the bed. Yet again, she fell asleep. Her dreams became even wilder and suprising to even herself. Malik...he was standing beside her, hand in hand again. He smiled at her and embraced her. Anzu's blood turned warm at his touch and her body could melt at that smile. Anzu closed her eyes as Malik leaned forward...
"Anzu!"
"Why!" Anzu yelled suddenly. Malik jumped back from his spot next to her. Anzu blinked. "Malik?"
Malik placed his hand on her forehead. "You're burning. Something's wrong with you." Anzu could see it again. He had a concerning face on. Time to play my cards, Anzu thought.
"No," She said softly. "I'm fine."
Malik pushed her into her pillow. "Don't try. I might burn down you house trying to make chicken soup, so if you smell smoke jump out the window." Malik closed the door behind him. Anzu touched her shoulder, it felt odd after he pushed her down. Then she felt her forehead. The hot skin suprised her. Anzu sighed. What a great day to get sick. She might as well try to call in sick. Anzu picked up the phone, just to hear voices.
*
"Hello?"
"Isis, I need chicken soup." Isis rasied an eyebrow that Malik couldn't see.
"Where are you?" She asked, walking to the kitchen.
"Anzu's." Malik said urgently. "She's sick. I don't hear a fire going."
Isis pulled out a large pot and poured water in it. "Alright, I'll bring it as soon as I can. So, have you kissed her?"
Malik groaned. "Shut up."
Isis laughed. "I know you have something for her, it's a blood thing."
"Just get the damn soup here!" Malik snapped, turning off the phone. There was a loud thump from upstairs. Malik glared at the ceiling. "I'm coming!"
He trudged back upstairs and opened the door, just to see Anzu tucked in the bed. She was shivering so Malik started towards the bed. He stopped midway though, because she wasn't even cold, she was laughing.
"What the?" He asked. Anzu turned to him, blushing. He smirked, he might as well manipulate her again. He sat down next to her and placed one arm on the other side of Anzu's body. She turned red. "What's so funny?"
Anzu moved her face towards Malik until their cheeks were touching. Malik had a look of suprised on. "So, you want to kiss me, ne?"
Malik gasped. He looked at Anzu for a moment, then to the night stand. The phone wasn't there anymore, but it was on the floor. Anzu watched for a moment as he panicked. She took in some deep breaths. I'm kissing him for Isis, Anzu thought. She shook her head. No! She wanted this for herself, this kiss was going to be hers. She thought about it since the first day she realized her feelings and she wasn't going to lose it. Heck, she even dreamed about it.
"Malik." She said, getting his attention.
"You, you go back to bed and-" Malik shut off as Anzu leaned forward. He closed his eyes as Anzu pressed her lips against his own. His shoulders relaxed and his arms went straight to Anzu's waist. Their mouths parted open and everything seemed to fall in place. They explored each other's mouths and caressed their hair. Never could they experience this with anyone else. Malik's arm traveled from Anzu's waist, to her back, then her hair and down again. She gave a small moan, then broke free. She was breathing just as hard as Malik.
"I-I-"Malik said slowly. The sound of the doorbell rang, making Anzu jump. "I have to go get that." Malik hurried out of the room, his thoughts were jambled and his heart was beating like crazy. He tripped over the stairs and thrust open the doors.
Isis gasped and dodged to the side as Malik ran past her. "Malik!" She yelled. He halted at her word and turned around. Isis set the hot pot down and held her brother by the shoulders. "Why do you run?" she asked.
Malik casted his eyes towards the house. "She...I...uh yeah."
"I could be an aunt?!" Isis exclaimed. It was Malik's turn to hold her by the shoulders. "My goodness, Malik-"
"No! We...sort of kissed." He said sheepishly. He would have never thought he would be telling this to his sister. Isis eyes turned wide.
"And you just left her?" Isis picked up her hot pot and handed it to Malik. "Inside, please."
Malik closed the door after Isis. "What about me?!" He asked.
"What about you?" Isis asked. "I thought you enjoyed it."
For a moment, there was silence as Malik thought the question over. It was only until Isis spoke again that their conversation continued. "Should I take that as a no?" She asked, searching around the kitchen for a bowl.
"I don't know." Malik said. He stood up. "I'm late for school, I should go."
Isis panicked. "No!" She said quickly. "Um, you have errands to do today."
"I do?" Malik asked. Isis nodded and gave him an apron. He stared at it blankly.
"Tie it on and get to cleaning." Malik sighed, but tied on the apron as his sister gave him an demanding stare.
*
"Anzu?" Isis slipped into Malik's new bedroom. Anzu was still in the same spot she was when Malik left.
"Isis?!" said Anzu in shock. "What are you doing here?"
Isis placed the tray of hot chicken soup on the nightstand. "Delivering some homemade chicken soup." She said with a laugh. "So, I heard something funny today."
Anzu tilted her head to one side. "What?"
"That my brother got a kiss today." Isis's happy face turned into sorrow at Anzu's look. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know if I did the right thing." Anzu explained. She messed around with the hems of the blanket. "Malik, he just left right after we kissed."
"Don't worry!" Isis said, patting Anzu's hand. "My brother is just confused. He's never really been in such a siduation. He actually scared some girls in our neighborhood. Just give him some time and he'll come through." Isis stood up. "Hey, I want you to see something. This will cheer you up." Leading Anzu by the hands, Isis crept downstairs were Malik was cleaning. Anzu almost bursted in laughter. Malik was wearing her favorite pink apron and dusting everything with a feather duster. His hands were covered with rubber yellow gloves and in his hair was a bandana. He looked like a innocent girl.
Nor Isis or Anzu could hold in this humor once Malik bounded across the room to dust some more. "Hahhaha!" Anzu laughed. Isis joined in and Malik turned around quickly.
"ISIS!"
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Malik: --"
Spirit: HAHAHA! ^^
Bakura: *laughing on the floor*
Malik: Shut up! *evil Malik glare*
Spirit: eep! Uh...well review everyone...I'll be in the corner...*runs*
Bakura: " Ja.
Malik: *smack!*
Bakura: X_x
Last Time: Malik was kicked out of Isis house for skipping school again and Malik decided to stay at Anzu's. There was a fight over who gets to eat the steak and they finally settled down, until Malik chased Anzu. Anzu showed him to his room and passed out. Malik found her and she fell asleep.
So read and review!
_
Deams. Anzu had so many of them, it was hard to remember them all. Once she awoken today though, she could remember the dreams she had very clearly.
Malik was holding her hand. He had a frim grip, but his hands were warm and soft...very gentle. His fingers brushed against hers and...that was it. Anzu groaned as her alarm went off. She smacked the alarm, but yelped as someone spoke. "What the-?" Malik yelled, holding his nose. Anzu jumped out of the bed and turned to Malik, just to look at see his tanned, firm chest. She looked away and checked to see if she was clothed.
"What the heck?" She yelled. "What...what was this!" She gestured to the bed she was just on. Malik held his head.
"Beginning of the day and already I have a headache." Malik watched as Anzu started muttering to herself. "Okay, look. You fell asleep on the couch and I didn't know were you sleep so I just took you to this room. Happy?"
Malik got no respond so he just picked up his school clothes and headed towards the bathroom. Anzu groaned and sat down on the bed. Yet again, she fell asleep. Her dreams became even wilder and suprising to even herself. Malik...he was standing beside her, hand in hand again. He smiled at her and embraced her. Anzu's blood turned warm at his touch and her body could melt at that smile. Anzu closed her eyes as Malik leaned forward...
"Anzu!"
"Why!" Anzu yelled suddenly. Malik jumped back from his spot next to her. Anzu blinked. "Malik?"
Malik placed his hand on her forehead. "You're burning. Something's wrong with you." Anzu could see it again. He had a concerning face on. Time to play my cards, Anzu thought.
"No," She said softly. "I'm fine."
Malik pushed her into her pillow. "Don't try. I might burn down you house trying to make chicken soup, so if you smell smoke jump out the window." Malik closed the door behind him. Anzu touched her shoulder, it felt odd after he pushed her down. Then she felt her forehead. The hot skin suprised her. Anzu sighed. What a great day to get sick. She might as well try to call in sick. Anzu picked up the phone, just to hear voices.
*
"Hello?"
"Isis, I need chicken soup." Isis rasied an eyebrow that Malik couldn't see.
"Where are you?" She asked, walking to the kitchen.
"Anzu's." Malik said urgently. "She's sick. I don't hear a fire going."
Isis pulled out a large pot and poured water in it. "Alright, I'll bring it as soon as I can. So, have you kissed her?"
Malik groaned. "Shut up."
Isis laughed. "I know you have something for her, it's a blood thing."
"Just get the damn soup here!" Malik snapped, turning off the phone. There was a loud thump from upstairs. Malik glared at the ceiling. "I'm coming!"
He trudged back upstairs and opened the door, just to see Anzu tucked in the bed. She was shivering so Malik started towards the bed. He stopped midway though, because she wasn't even cold, she was laughing.
"What the?" He asked. Anzu turned to him, blushing. He smirked, he might as well manipulate her again. He sat down next to her and placed one arm on the other side of Anzu's body. She turned red. "What's so funny?"
Anzu moved her face towards Malik until their cheeks were touching. Malik had a look of suprised on. "So, you want to kiss me, ne?"
Malik gasped. He looked at Anzu for a moment, then to the night stand. The phone wasn't there anymore, but it was on the floor. Anzu watched for a moment as he panicked. She took in some deep breaths. I'm kissing him for Isis, Anzu thought. She shook her head. No! She wanted this for herself, this kiss was going to be hers. She thought about it since the first day she realized her feelings and she wasn't going to lose it. Heck, she even dreamed about it.
"Malik." She said, getting his attention.
"You, you go back to bed and-" Malik shut off as Anzu leaned forward. He closed his eyes as Anzu pressed her lips against his own. His shoulders relaxed and his arms went straight to Anzu's waist. Their mouths parted open and everything seemed to fall in place. They explored each other's mouths and caressed their hair. Never could they experience this with anyone else. Malik's arm traveled from Anzu's waist, to her back, then her hair and down again. She gave a small moan, then broke free. She was breathing just as hard as Malik.
"I-I-"Malik said slowly. The sound of the doorbell rang, making Anzu jump. "I have to go get that." Malik hurried out of the room, his thoughts were jambled and his heart was beating like crazy. He tripped over the stairs and thrust open the doors.
Isis gasped and dodged to the side as Malik ran past her. "Malik!" She yelled. He halted at her word and turned around. Isis set the hot pot down and held her brother by the shoulders. "Why do you run?" she asked.
Malik casted his eyes towards the house. "She...I...uh yeah."
"I could be an aunt?!" Isis exclaimed. It was Malik's turn to hold her by the shoulders. "My goodness, Malik-"
"No! We...sort of kissed." He said sheepishly. He would have never thought he would be telling this to his sister. Isis eyes turned wide.
"And you just left her?" Isis picked up her hot pot and handed it to Malik. "Inside, please."
Malik closed the door after Isis. "What about me?!" He asked.
"What about you?" Isis asked. "I thought you enjoyed it."
For a moment, there was silence as Malik thought the question over. It was only until Isis spoke again that their conversation continued. "Should I take that as a no?" She asked, searching around the kitchen for a bowl.
"I don't know." Malik said. He stood up. "I'm late for school, I should go."
Isis panicked. "No!" She said quickly. "Um, you have errands to do today."
"I do?" Malik asked. Isis nodded and gave him an apron. He stared at it blankly.
"Tie it on and get to cleaning." Malik sighed, but tied on the apron as his sister gave him an demanding stare.
*
"Anzu?" Isis slipped into Malik's new bedroom. Anzu was still in the same spot she was when Malik left.
"Isis?!" said Anzu in shock. "What are you doing here?"
Isis placed the tray of hot chicken soup on the nightstand. "Delivering some homemade chicken soup." She said with a laugh. "So, I heard something funny today."
Anzu tilted her head to one side. "What?"
"That my brother got a kiss today." Isis's happy face turned into sorrow at Anzu's look. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know if I did the right thing." Anzu explained. She messed around with the hems of the blanket. "Malik, he just left right after we kissed."
"Don't worry!" Isis said, patting Anzu's hand. "My brother is just confused. He's never really been in such a siduation. He actually scared some girls in our neighborhood. Just give him some time and he'll come through." Isis stood up. "Hey, I want you to see something. This will cheer you up." Leading Anzu by the hands, Isis crept downstairs were Malik was cleaning. Anzu almost bursted in laughter. Malik was wearing her favorite pink apron and dusting everything with a feather duster. His hands were covered with rubber yellow gloves and in his hair was a bandana. He looked like a innocent girl.
Nor Isis or Anzu could hold in this humor once Malik bounded across the room to dust some more. "Hahhaha!" Anzu laughed. Isis joined in and Malik turned around quickly.
"ISIS!"
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Malik: --"
Spirit: HAHAHA! ^^
Bakura: *laughing on the floor*
Malik: Shut up! *evil Malik glare*
Spirit: eep! Uh...well review everyone...I'll be in the corner...*runs*
Bakura: " Ja.
Malik: *smack!*
Bakura: X_x