Dreaming of you
Chapter 7:
Marik was holding Joey up by the collar of his shirt; his feet were barley touching the ground. "Hey, let me go or you'll be sorry!"
"Me? Oh no, you're the one who's going to be sorry!"
Malik still hadn't announced his presence. He wasn't exactly enjoying seeing Joey in trouble with Marik. But he loved it when his yami was forceful with someone besides him, yet the nonexistent words of the couch were buzzing around in his head.
"Marik." Malik walked up to him. "Marik put him down."
He turned around. "Malik? Oh, you're here to watch Joey get sent to the shadow realm?"
"No, I'm here to stop Joey from going to the shadow realm. You've gotta put him down, Marik."
"What? Why?"
"Because it wasn't all his fault. I could have stopped him but I didn't, and it was my fault for even coming when he sent me that love letter."
Marik turned back to Joey, "You gave him a love letter? Okay, now you're going to die."
"NO!" Malik grabbed Marik's fist before it made contact with Joey's face. "Come on Marik, wait a minute."
Marik sighed, "What is with you? You usually never act like this."
"It's not me! The couch told me to stop you, that it wasn't all Joey's fault."
"Malik, you're not well." He turned back to Joey, "I can't believe you tried to take advantage of a sick person!"
Joey tried again to wiggle from his grip, "No way, he wasn't sick before. Maybe this talking to couches thing is just a phase..."
"It's not just talking to couches that worries me, he thinks someone is going to chop his toes off. And Kaiba thinks you're the reason for it!"
"Me? Why would I want to chop his toes off?"
"That's what I want to know!"
"Marik!" Malik interrupted, "That was just one day where I wasn't exactly alright. But I'm fine now. I'm the picture of mental health!"
"What picture are you talking about? You're still talking to couches!"
"FYI, it talked to me first."
Marik ignored him and pointed his millennium rod at Joey, "Whatever, it's been nice knowing you Joey Wheeler!"
"Hey! Wait a minute!" Joey screamed, "HOLD ON!"
Marik stopped, "What is it now?"
"I promise, if you let me go I'll never hit on Malik again!"
Malik jumped in, "Yeah, never again! And I promise to never be weird again, okay Marik? Please, do it for me."
"Ugh." Marik lowered Joey down to the ground, "Man, I haven't sent anyone to the shadow realm in a long time... I was looking forward to it."
"Later on we can go to the home for the blind and send them to the shadow realm, like we did last week."
"Okay..." Marik kicked the ground.
Joey sighed, "Well, I'm out of here." He started to walk off.
"Joey, are you going back to Kaiba's house?" Malik asked.
"Nah, I think I'll just go home."
"Well, okay." Marik pulled Malik in the opposite direction.
"Come on, we have work to do."
"What kind of work? I'm tired..."
"I'll show you once we get there."
They walked down to their house and went inside to their bedroom; Marik sat on at the desk. He started typing something on the computer; "Blackmarket.com posted the reverse curse a day early."
"Really?" Malik thought about Mrs. Peggy naked again and cringed, "Good."
"Yup here it is." Marik pointed at the screen.
Malik looked over his shoulder, "That's it? Okay then, let's use it."
Marik took on last look at the screen then left with Malik. When they got outside into the middle of the street Marik got behind a bush and Malik tried to follow.
"No, Malik. You have to stay out there."
"What?! Why?"
"Because you have to be the bait that lures her here. Then I'll jump out and use the curse."
"No way! How come I have to be bait?"
"Because I know the curse and you don't. You'll be fine."
"No, I won't. She'll tackle me and do stuff to me."
"I'm right here, she isn't going to do anything to you."
"..."
"Now, when I give the signal... you say, 'Mrs. Peggy, I need you.' Then she'll come here and I'll say the spell. But you can't run away until I do the spell. Because it has to be done at close range like the other one."
"What..."
"Come on Malik, you have to do this."
"Oh, fine!"
"Alright," Marik ducked behind the bush, "Now."
Malik took a deep breath then shouted, "MRS. PEGGY! I NEED YOU!"
Nothing yet.
Malik looked around, "I don't think it worked."
"Give it a second."
Malik listened again, then he faintly heard something from down the street. "Hey, is that Mrs. Peggy?"
It was her, running down the street as fast as an old woman with a limp could. She was butt naked and ready for action, she had a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, "Malik! I'm going eat you up!"
Malik took one step back, "Marik..."
Marik was watching him, "Don't worry, and stay there."
She was within twenty yards. "Don't worry! Mommy's here!"
"Marik!"
"Stay there!"
She was know about five feet away from him getting ready to pounce, "GOTCHA!"
Just then Marik pushed Malik out of the way and wiggled his fingers, "Close the door and sit on the couch. Pinch yourself but never say 'ouch!' Now sit up straight, please don't slouch!"
Mrs. Peggy stopped dead in her tracks, "What did you... ACK!" She started to move funny again. Twitching and making strange faces at them.
"Marik, it's working."
"Thank Ra."
Suddenly she stopped, "..."
Marik took one step forward, "Mrs. Peggy? You okay?"
"Hmm?" She looked at him. "What are you two hooligans doing? Get away from me."
"Fine, we'll go." Malik said. "But you might wanna get dressed before the police come for you."
"Get dressed?" She looked down and saw her naked body, "AAHH!"
She ran into her house and slammed the door shut.
Marik sighed, "Finally..."
"Yeah, we shouldn't use that spell anymore."
"Well, not on old ladies anyway."
Malik started to walk down the street, "Marik, I'm going to see Potato Joe, do you want to come?"
"Who?"
"Oh, you'll see. Come on."
Marik followed him to the bus stop and when the #23 came around they got on, "Malik, were are we going?"
"Here." Malik sat next to Potato Joe and Marik sat next to him.
"Hey boy-o. I see ya bought a friend." He waved.
"Yup, this is Marik."
Marik waved.
"Oh, hey he's the one with the banana right?"
"What?" Marik looked at Malik, "Who's he talking about?"
"Uh... you had to be there."
"Oh."
"Well, boy-o did you solve your problem?"
"Uh, it's Malik. And yes I did."
"Well, good. Glad to hear it... Hey since Marik's never been here before you think he might like to hear the story of how I lost my toes?"
"No, I don't think he would."
"Sure I would!" Marik smiled.
"Great, here goes... It was three years ago when I..."
Malik sighed, 'Wonderful...'
THE END...
Chapter 7:
Marik was holding Joey up by the collar of his shirt; his feet were barley touching the ground. "Hey, let me go or you'll be sorry!"
"Me? Oh no, you're the one who's going to be sorry!"
Malik still hadn't announced his presence. He wasn't exactly enjoying seeing Joey in trouble with Marik. But he loved it when his yami was forceful with someone besides him, yet the nonexistent words of the couch were buzzing around in his head.
"Marik." Malik walked up to him. "Marik put him down."
He turned around. "Malik? Oh, you're here to watch Joey get sent to the shadow realm?"
"No, I'm here to stop Joey from going to the shadow realm. You've gotta put him down, Marik."
"What? Why?"
"Because it wasn't all his fault. I could have stopped him but I didn't, and it was my fault for even coming when he sent me that love letter."
Marik turned back to Joey, "You gave him a love letter? Okay, now you're going to die."
"NO!" Malik grabbed Marik's fist before it made contact with Joey's face. "Come on Marik, wait a minute."
Marik sighed, "What is with you? You usually never act like this."
"It's not me! The couch told me to stop you, that it wasn't all Joey's fault."
"Malik, you're not well." He turned back to Joey, "I can't believe you tried to take advantage of a sick person!"
Joey tried again to wiggle from his grip, "No way, he wasn't sick before. Maybe this talking to couches thing is just a phase..."
"It's not just talking to couches that worries me, he thinks someone is going to chop his toes off. And Kaiba thinks you're the reason for it!"
"Me? Why would I want to chop his toes off?"
"That's what I want to know!"
"Marik!" Malik interrupted, "That was just one day where I wasn't exactly alright. But I'm fine now. I'm the picture of mental health!"
"What picture are you talking about? You're still talking to couches!"
"FYI, it talked to me first."
Marik ignored him and pointed his millennium rod at Joey, "Whatever, it's been nice knowing you Joey Wheeler!"
"Hey! Wait a minute!" Joey screamed, "HOLD ON!"
Marik stopped, "What is it now?"
"I promise, if you let me go I'll never hit on Malik again!"
Malik jumped in, "Yeah, never again! And I promise to never be weird again, okay Marik? Please, do it for me."
"Ugh." Marik lowered Joey down to the ground, "Man, I haven't sent anyone to the shadow realm in a long time... I was looking forward to it."
"Later on we can go to the home for the blind and send them to the shadow realm, like we did last week."
"Okay..." Marik kicked the ground.
Joey sighed, "Well, I'm out of here." He started to walk off.
"Joey, are you going back to Kaiba's house?" Malik asked.
"Nah, I think I'll just go home."
"Well, okay." Marik pulled Malik in the opposite direction.
"Come on, we have work to do."
"What kind of work? I'm tired..."
"I'll show you once we get there."
They walked down to their house and went inside to their bedroom; Marik sat on at the desk. He started typing something on the computer; "Blackmarket.com posted the reverse curse a day early."
"Really?" Malik thought about Mrs. Peggy naked again and cringed, "Good."
"Yup here it is." Marik pointed at the screen.
Malik looked over his shoulder, "That's it? Okay then, let's use it."
Marik took on last look at the screen then left with Malik. When they got outside into the middle of the street Marik got behind a bush and Malik tried to follow.
"No, Malik. You have to stay out there."
"What?! Why?"
"Because you have to be the bait that lures her here. Then I'll jump out and use the curse."
"No way! How come I have to be bait?"
"Because I know the curse and you don't. You'll be fine."
"No, I won't. She'll tackle me and do stuff to me."
"I'm right here, she isn't going to do anything to you."
"..."
"Now, when I give the signal... you say, 'Mrs. Peggy, I need you.' Then she'll come here and I'll say the spell. But you can't run away until I do the spell. Because it has to be done at close range like the other one."
"What..."
"Come on Malik, you have to do this."
"Oh, fine!"
"Alright," Marik ducked behind the bush, "Now."
Malik took a deep breath then shouted, "MRS. PEGGY! I NEED YOU!"
Nothing yet.
Malik looked around, "I don't think it worked."
"Give it a second."
Malik listened again, then he faintly heard something from down the street. "Hey, is that Mrs. Peggy?"
It was her, running down the street as fast as an old woman with a limp could. She was butt naked and ready for action, she had a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, "Malik! I'm going eat you up!"
Malik took one step back, "Marik..."
Marik was watching him, "Don't worry, and stay there."
She was within twenty yards. "Don't worry! Mommy's here!"
"Marik!"
"Stay there!"
She was know about five feet away from him getting ready to pounce, "GOTCHA!"
Just then Marik pushed Malik out of the way and wiggled his fingers, "Close the door and sit on the couch. Pinch yourself but never say 'ouch!' Now sit up straight, please don't slouch!"
Mrs. Peggy stopped dead in her tracks, "What did you... ACK!" She started to move funny again. Twitching and making strange faces at them.
"Marik, it's working."
"Thank Ra."
Suddenly she stopped, "..."
Marik took one step forward, "Mrs. Peggy? You okay?"
"Hmm?" She looked at him. "What are you two hooligans doing? Get away from me."
"Fine, we'll go." Malik said. "But you might wanna get dressed before the police come for you."
"Get dressed?" She looked down and saw her naked body, "AAHH!"
She ran into her house and slammed the door shut.
Marik sighed, "Finally..."
"Yeah, we shouldn't use that spell anymore."
"Well, not on old ladies anyway."
Malik started to walk down the street, "Marik, I'm going to see Potato Joe, do you want to come?"
"Who?"
"Oh, you'll see. Come on."
Marik followed him to the bus stop and when the #23 came around they got on, "Malik, were are we going?"
"Here." Malik sat next to Potato Joe and Marik sat next to him.
"Hey boy-o. I see ya bought a friend." He waved.
"Yup, this is Marik."
Marik waved.
"Oh, hey he's the one with the banana right?"
"What?" Marik looked at Malik, "Who's he talking about?"
"Uh... you had to be there."
"Oh."
"Well, boy-o did you solve your problem?"
"Uh, it's Malik. And yes I did."
"Well, good. Glad to hear it... Hey since Marik's never been here before you think he might like to hear the story of how I lost my toes?"
"No, I don't think he would."
"Sure I would!" Marik smiled.
"Great, here goes... It was three years ago when I..."
Malik sighed, 'Wonderful...'
THE END...