This fic is response to a challenge my good (and talented) friend Jieli um… challenged me to. Basically, Jieli wanted to see a Mai and Malik pairing fic. Me, being in a slump, jumped at the opportunity of at least attempting at the fic. Her request is for the fic to be slightly dark. Hmm. Well, it may be a hard task, but I'm up for it. Oh and many thanks to Jieli, who not only challenged this fic, but edited for me. Thanks!
Since I write as I go, I don't know what this fic's plot is yet. Any suggestions are always welcomed.
Disclaimer: I dont' own anything!!
Keepsake
"Hello? Hello?!"
He couldn't bring himself to say anything.
"Listen, here! I don't know who you are but I better not find you calling me again or you'll be very sorry!!!"
She was yelling at him with an empty threat. He would have laughed at such a "menacing" threat, but even breathing seemed like work to him at the moment. Before he was hesitant on calling her, but now he was frozen on the other end of the phone line while she yelled obscenities at him.
"Urgh!" she groaned as he slammed the phone hard. The dial tone soon followed.
He sighed heavily. "I couldn't bring myself to say—"
Abruptly, a knock came from his door. On the other side he could hear a muffled call. "Malik-sama."
"Enter," Malik Ishtar replied, placing his cell phone on the table, more calmly then she had.
At the doorway, Rishid Ishtar greeted his master with a bow. "Malik-sama."
"Um, Rishid, there is no need for that," Malik chuckled lightly. "I mean, after all you've done for me--"
"It is my duty, Malik-sama. I merely--"
"RISHID!" Malik yelled, causing Rishid to cower slightly. At that moment, Malik regretted his outburst, but he had to interrupt him. "Rishid," he said solemnly. "I will have you calling me Malik-sama no more!" Upon hearing this, Rishid was saddened, but Malik was not yet finished with what he had to say. "An older brother should not have to call his younger brother 'sama.'"
It was a strange sight to see Rishid's face light up like a young child at a candy store. Unconsciously, Malik blushed at the sentimental statement he had made. Rarely had he spoken of any affection towards anyone and here he was, being brotherly with Rishid.
"Malik-sama, it makes me happy that you think so kindly of me."
Malik shifted his eyes, once again looking embarrassed. "Rishid, please don't make me repeat myself. It's just Malik."
"As you wish, Malik."
"No, you're not getting it at all!" Frustrated, he got up from his chair and walked over the window to look out at the ocean. From his viewpoint aboard the steadily moving boat, he could see the dismal gray hue of the sky, reflecting that it matched his melancholy mood rather well. "It should not be me who 'wishes' for you to call me Malik, I just…well I just wish you'd call me plain 'Malik' because you want to, not because of my command."
"Malik…" At last, he heard his name spoken wholeheartedly. "What's this?"
"Ah!" he yelped, jumping in surprise. Rishid had discovered the current web page he was viewing from his laptop. Malik hurried to cover his actions. "It's nothing!"
"Kujaku Mai?" Rishid raised an eyebrow. "She's that woman from the Battle City tournament."
"Uh, yeah. I went to the Kaiba Corporation website to find out information on everyone who was in the finals. I was bored and happened to wander into the website."
"Apparently," Rishid moved in for a closer inspection, "they also give out the private information of each duelist."
Malik cringed. The slight hope he had of fooling Rishid was gone. He'd rather not have Rishid find him illegally hacking into Kaiba Corporation's system or the fact that he was viewing a girl's profile. He could only imagine what Rishid would be thinking.
Rishid rose, moving away from the computer, a small smile plastered across his features. "Malik-sama, excuse me, I must attend to other duties." Giving another bow, Rishid retreated out of the room.
"We're going to have to work on it." Malik shrugged as he saw Rishid leaving. He didn't realize how difficult it would be to have the 'sama' removed from his name. "This isn't the time to think about that. I have more important business to attend to."
Shifting his attention to the computer screen, he saw the page that was displayed.
"Kujaku Mai…I…"
He reached into his pockets.
"I…will return this..."
So? What did you think? Any kind of review is welcome. Oh and yes, if any of you have a suggestion as to what Malik has that belongs to Mai, then please send your idea in to me. I would like to hear what you're guesses are.
Thanks for reading!
