"Yam-"
"Sssh....."
"Y-"
"No!"
"Please li-"
"SHUT UP!"
Malik rolled his eyes and put his hand on his hip, waiting patiently till his yami was done.
A few seconds later.........
Marik got on his knees and peered deeply at the t.v. Malik would've told him to back away but at the moment he was frustrated thus not caring if his yami-who now had his own body now thanks to yami-eyes went out. Atleast that way he'd finally get to watch t.v. for the first time in 8 months now!!!
Suddenly Marik sprung to his feet screaming loudly. Malik jumped, nearly having a heart attack-not literally ofcourse.
"YEAH!!! THE LAKERS WON, THE LAKERS WON!" Marik said, doing a little victory dance.
Malik sighed, he should've known. He grabbed the remote and turned of the t.v. Marik immediately stopped.
"What is the meaning of this? I wasn't done."
"We need to talk." Malik said.
"Later." Marik reached to grab the remote but Malik pulled back.
"NO! We've put this off for too long enough!"
"Please?" Marik pouted, trying to make his bottom lip quiver and give the puppy dog eyes. He failed.
"Sit!" Malik depanded. Marik grumbled but did as he was told. Actually he plopped down more than sat down.
Malik sat across from him. "I talked to Ryou and Yugi-" Marik moaned. "AND we came to a conclusion that you and the other yami's have gotten a little lazy. I think you should get a job or a hobby."
Marik blinked then burst out laughing. "Hahahahahha No!"
"What?"
"I'm not getting a job and i already have a hobby, tons i may add."
"And what might they be?"
"Watching t.v."
"THAT IS NOT A HOBBY!" Malik yelled ,standing up. His yami was a little suprised, never really having heared Malik raise his voice much less being so bold to him of all people. But there was the possibility that he may have just ignored him. It was football season afterall and brand new episodes of southpark showing. Marik stood also, not wanting to seem weak in the least.
"What do you call terrorizing people, burning things, um eating, listening to your stupid rantings, um dueling-"
"I MEAN A HOBBY THAT IS ACTUALLY NORMAL AND DOES US BOTH SOME GOOD!!!"
"I am not getting a job Malik and you can't make me." Before he knew it Malik was on him with his hands twisted behind his back and his front side facing the ground, being pushed deeper into the carpet.
"YOU are ATLEAST going to THINK ABOUT THIS and your answer better be yes."
"And what if it isn't?"
Malik twisted his wrists and pushed down on them. A small gasp escaped Marik's mouth.
"Just try saying no. And let me remind you this is my house and i'm the only reason your still living here."
"Fine. Get off stupid." Marik said, trying to push Malik of him.
Just then Isis walked in and saw them in their current position which to anothers eyes might seem a little..........ummm well just use your imagination.
She rose a brow. "You couldn't wait to do this in your bedroom i see." She said shaking her head.
Malik blushed and Marik grinned.
"Its not like that." Malik said, getting off Marik.
"Sure. Come help me out will you?" Isis said, heading to the kitchen with her groceries.
"Think about it ok?" Malik asked desperately, walking of.
Marik shrugged and took a seat on the couch, grabbing the remote. "Whatever." He turned on the t.v.
"AND TURN OF THAT T.V., RA YOUR IMPOSSIBLE!"
The only answer Malik got was a pillow right smack on the head.
"Sssh....."
"Y-"
"No!"
"Please li-"
"SHUT UP!"
Malik rolled his eyes and put his hand on his hip, waiting patiently till his yami was done.
A few seconds later.........
Marik got on his knees and peered deeply at the t.v. Malik would've told him to back away but at the moment he was frustrated thus not caring if his yami-who now had his own body now thanks to yami-eyes went out. Atleast that way he'd finally get to watch t.v. for the first time in 8 months now!!!
Suddenly Marik sprung to his feet screaming loudly. Malik jumped, nearly having a heart attack-not literally ofcourse.
"YEAH!!! THE LAKERS WON, THE LAKERS WON!" Marik said, doing a little victory dance.
Malik sighed, he should've known. He grabbed the remote and turned of the t.v. Marik immediately stopped.
"What is the meaning of this? I wasn't done."
"We need to talk." Malik said.
"Later." Marik reached to grab the remote but Malik pulled back.
"NO! We've put this off for too long enough!"
"Please?" Marik pouted, trying to make his bottom lip quiver and give the puppy dog eyes. He failed.
"Sit!" Malik depanded. Marik grumbled but did as he was told. Actually he plopped down more than sat down.
Malik sat across from him. "I talked to Ryou and Yugi-" Marik moaned. "AND we came to a conclusion that you and the other yami's have gotten a little lazy. I think you should get a job or a hobby."
Marik blinked then burst out laughing. "Hahahahahha No!"
"What?"
"I'm not getting a job and i already have a hobby, tons i may add."
"And what might they be?"
"Watching t.v."
"THAT IS NOT A HOBBY!" Malik yelled ,standing up. His yami was a little suprised, never really having heared Malik raise his voice much less being so bold to him of all people. But there was the possibility that he may have just ignored him. It was football season afterall and brand new episodes of southpark showing. Marik stood also, not wanting to seem weak in the least.
"What do you call terrorizing people, burning things, um eating, listening to your stupid rantings, um dueling-"
"I MEAN A HOBBY THAT IS ACTUALLY NORMAL AND DOES US BOTH SOME GOOD!!!"
"I am not getting a job Malik and you can't make me." Before he knew it Malik was on him with his hands twisted behind his back and his front side facing the ground, being pushed deeper into the carpet.
"YOU are ATLEAST going to THINK ABOUT THIS and your answer better be yes."
"And what if it isn't?"
Malik twisted his wrists and pushed down on them. A small gasp escaped Marik's mouth.
"Just try saying no. And let me remind you this is my house and i'm the only reason your still living here."
"Fine. Get off stupid." Marik said, trying to push Malik of him.
Just then Isis walked in and saw them in their current position which to anothers eyes might seem a little..........ummm well just use your imagination.
She rose a brow. "You couldn't wait to do this in your bedroom i see." She said shaking her head.
Malik blushed and Marik grinned.
"Its not like that." Malik said, getting off Marik.
"Sure. Come help me out will you?" Isis said, heading to the kitchen with her groceries.
"Think about it ok?" Malik asked desperately, walking of.
Marik shrugged and took a seat on the couch, grabbing the remote. "Whatever." He turned on the t.v.
"AND TURN OF THAT T.V., RA YOUR IMPOSSIBLE!"
The only answer Malik got was a pillow right smack on the head.