Dreaming of you
Chapter 4:
The next day Malik woke up at about 11:00. He didn't want to do much that day, except rest up so he could take whatever Mrs. Peggy could dish out.
He was watching SpongeBob on the T.V downstairs when Marik came down. "You're watching SpongeBob?"
"Yeah..." Malik turned around.
"What's wrong?"
Malik sat up, "Nothing. Nothing's wrong, why do you ask?"
"You seem a little on edge." Marik sat down next to him. "You've been this way ever since you came back yesterday. You okay?"
Malik leaned his head on Marik's shoulder, "Yes, I'm fine. Just a little tired is all."
"Hmm." Marik ran his fingers through his hikari's hair, "So, you're really okay?"
"Yes, koibito. I'm fine."
"Good." He kissed him once and then again by his ear. "I'll be back."
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going over to Bakura's house. He wants me to help him with something. Do you want to come?"
"No, that's okay. I have... stuff to do here."
Marik shrugged. "Okay, then. Bye." Then he went out the door.
Malik sighed; he would've loved to go with his yami. But he felt he should stay at home.
'Yeah, it's probably best I stay here... with the furniture.' He turned and faced the back of the couch.
"You know," he said to the couch, "Were a lot alike."
"..."
"Yup we both do terrible things to the ones we love and they don't even know it."
"..."
"Don't give me that look! I saw you and the coffee table getting busy over by the wall. And I thought you were going with the refrigerator."
"..."
"Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me."
"..."
"You're welcome."
"..."
"No, you're the greatest!"
"..."
"Stop it, you're making me blush!"
"..."
Malik then realized what was happening, "WAIT A MINUTE! I can't believe this! I just had a conversation with a couch! Oh Ra... I'm losing it."
Malik sighed and started to scratch his head. "Okay... I'm okay... We're all okay..." he looked around, "This time."
He sat down, "What if next time, I do lose it! Lose it all! Then I'll be just like that guy on the bus! Oh no! Then, when he dies I'll be known as crazy busman! Then I'll bother kids and show them my toeless feet... And they'll say... 'What happened to Malik? He used to be such a non-crazy guy.' What happened to him! What happened to me!? AAHH!"
Malik conked his head on the side of the staircase and passed out. He woke up in about two hours, it was the phone ringing that made him come to.
He held his head for a second then picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Malik? Ra, where have you been?!"
"Marik, what are you talking about?"
"I called three times before, and you didn't answer. What, were you asleep or something?"
"Marik it was so weird..."
"What was weird?"
"I talked to a couch, and he said I was sexy. Then, I went crazy and chopped my toes off..."
"WHAT?!"
"And then I passed out... I'm going to be a crazy busman, Marik!"
"Okay, I'm coming home right now. I'll be there in a second. Don't go near the knifes!"
"Okay, Marik." Then he hung up the phone.
'Man, I hope Marik isn't too worried about me. I'm fine... aren't I?' Malik stood up, 'Yes, I'm fine.'
Soon, Marik came rushing through the door. "Malik?!"
Malik was sitting in the middle of the floor starring at his feet, "Hi, Marik."
"Malik, what's wrong?" ha sat next to him.
"Nothing. Just waiting till they take my toes away."
"What? Malik, nothing's going to happen to your toes. I knew I shouldn't have left you all alone in your condition."
Malik stood up and sat on the couch, "I don't have a condition. I went a little insane for a second. But know I'm fine, they helped me straighten some stuff out."
"Who?"
"The furniture."
Marik picked Malik up and carried him upstairs, "It's okay Malik. You're just stressed is all."
"..."
Marik put Malik in the bed and pulled the covers over him, "Stay there, Malik. Go to sleep if you can. I'll be back in about half an hour to check on you." He shut the door.
'Marik's really worried about me. I have to make him feel better... but first I have to go to sleep.' He soon fell asleep.
Marik came back again in about four hours and woke Malik up, "Malik?"
"...hmm?"
"Hey there, did you sleep okay?"
Malik sat up, "Yeah, what time is it?"
"5:30."
"Whoa! I gotta go!" Malik jumped up and put his socks and shoes on. "Bye Marik, I'll be back a little later!"
"Wait a minute!"
"Huh?"
"Where are you going?"
"I have an appointment. It's important..."
"Well, are you okay?"
"Sure am! See ya later!" he ran downstairs and out the front door.
When he got out onto the street he started down and looked for Mrs. Peggy's house. 'Oh, there it is.'
He came up to the doorstep and knocked, "Mrs. Peggy? I'm here!"
In little less than a minute Mrs. Peggy opened the door, "Hello Malik, dear! I've been waiting for you. Come on in."
"Okay..." he was entering with extreme caution, she was wearing a black silk robe and her gray hair wasn't tied up in its usual bun. Instead was hanging down by her shoulders. Malik knew she had more than cookies and milk on her mind.
Chapter 4:
The next day Malik woke up at about 11:00. He didn't want to do much that day, except rest up so he could take whatever Mrs. Peggy could dish out.
He was watching SpongeBob on the T.V downstairs when Marik came down. "You're watching SpongeBob?"
"Yeah..." Malik turned around.
"What's wrong?"
Malik sat up, "Nothing. Nothing's wrong, why do you ask?"
"You seem a little on edge." Marik sat down next to him. "You've been this way ever since you came back yesterday. You okay?"
Malik leaned his head on Marik's shoulder, "Yes, I'm fine. Just a little tired is all."
"Hmm." Marik ran his fingers through his hikari's hair, "So, you're really okay?"
"Yes, koibito. I'm fine."
"Good." He kissed him once and then again by his ear. "I'll be back."
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going over to Bakura's house. He wants me to help him with something. Do you want to come?"
"No, that's okay. I have... stuff to do here."
Marik shrugged. "Okay, then. Bye." Then he went out the door.
Malik sighed; he would've loved to go with his yami. But he felt he should stay at home.
'Yeah, it's probably best I stay here... with the furniture.' He turned and faced the back of the couch.
"You know," he said to the couch, "Were a lot alike."
"..."
"Yup we both do terrible things to the ones we love and they don't even know it."
"..."
"Don't give me that look! I saw you and the coffee table getting busy over by the wall. And I thought you were going with the refrigerator."
"..."
"Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me."
"..."
"You're welcome."
"..."
"No, you're the greatest!"
"..."
"Stop it, you're making me blush!"
"..."
Malik then realized what was happening, "WAIT A MINUTE! I can't believe this! I just had a conversation with a couch! Oh Ra... I'm losing it."
Malik sighed and started to scratch his head. "Okay... I'm okay... We're all okay..." he looked around, "This time."
He sat down, "What if next time, I do lose it! Lose it all! Then I'll be just like that guy on the bus! Oh no! Then, when he dies I'll be known as crazy busman! Then I'll bother kids and show them my toeless feet... And they'll say... 'What happened to Malik? He used to be such a non-crazy guy.' What happened to him! What happened to me!? AAHH!"
Malik conked his head on the side of the staircase and passed out. He woke up in about two hours, it was the phone ringing that made him come to.
He held his head for a second then picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Malik? Ra, where have you been?!"
"Marik, what are you talking about?"
"I called three times before, and you didn't answer. What, were you asleep or something?"
"Marik it was so weird..."
"What was weird?"
"I talked to a couch, and he said I was sexy. Then, I went crazy and chopped my toes off..."
"WHAT?!"
"And then I passed out... I'm going to be a crazy busman, Marik!"
"Okay, I'm coming home right now. I'll be there in a second. Don't go near the knifes!"
"Okay, Marik." Then he hung up the phone.
'Man, I hope Marik isn't too worried about me. I'm fine... aren't I?' Malik stood up, 'Yes, I'm fine.'
Soon, Marik came rushing through the door. "Malik?!"
Malik was sitting in the middle of the floor starring at his feet, "Hi, Marik."
"Malik, what's wrong?" ha sat next to him.
"Nothing. Just waiting till they take my toes away."
"What? Malik, nothing's going to happen to your toes. I knew I shouldn't have left you all alone in your condition."
Malik stood up and sat on the couch, "I don't have a condition. I went a little insane for a second. But know I'm fine, they helped me straighten some stuff out."
"Who?"
"The furniture."
Marik picked Malik up and carried him upstairs, "It's okay Malik. You're just stressed is all."
"..."
Marik put Malik in the bed and pulled the covers over him, "Stay there, Malik. Go to sleep if you can. I'll be back in about half an hour to check on you." He shut the door.
'Marik's really worried about me. I have to make him feel better... but first I have to go to sleep.' He soon fell asleep.
Marik came back again in about four hours and woke Malik up, "Malik?"
"...hmm?"
"Hey there, did you sleep okay?"
Malik sat up, "Yeah, what time is it?"
"5:30."
"Whoa! I gotta go!" Malik jumped up and put his socks and shoes on. "Bye Marik, I'll be back a little later!"
"Wait a minute!"
"Huh?"
"Where are you going?"
"I have an appointment. It's important..."
"Well, are you okay?"
"Sure am! See ya later!" he ran downstairs and out the front door.
When he got out onto the street he started down and looked for Mrs. Peggy's house. 'Oh, there it is.'
He came up to the doorstep and knocked, "Mrs. Peggy? I'm here!"
In little less than a minute Mrs. Peggy opened the door, "Hello Malik, dear! I've been waiting for you. Come on in."
"Okay..." he was entering with extreme caution, she was wearing a black silk robe and her gray hair wasn't tied up in its usual bun. Instead was hanging down by her shoulders. Malik knew she had more than cookies and milk on her mind.