Dream with me
Chapter 2:
The next day was as busy as ever. Marik and Malik were packing and, as usual, an argument came about.
"Why do you need that?" Marik was standing knee deep in boxes, "You don't even use it anymore."
"I do use it! Every now and then..." Malik started to hug his ratty, worn, teddy bear.
"Ugh. Well, we can't take all this stuff... we're going to have to leave a lot of this. Remember, we're moving into an apartment not a mansion."
"And another thing, why aren't we moving in with Kaiba? He's the one with more space than he can handle."
"After our last little adventure with him, he said he wants nothing more to do with us."
"That's a shame. I love his wallpaper."
Marik looked at him, "Don't you dare turn into a fairy on me."
"What? All I said was that I love his-"
"No! No, please. I cannot bare to hear that again."
Malik stood up with his box full of stuff, "Anyway. Are you done packing?"
"Almost. I have to decide whether I want my blowtorch or my chainsaw..."
Malik's jaw dropped, "You can't take either one!"
"Why not?"
"Don't you remember what Bakura said this morning? Ryou is really shaky about letting us live there. So we can't bring these things."
"So, what you're saying is that we should let Ryou get use to us... then we bring in the heavy artillery!"
"Uh, right."
"Okay then. I guess I'll take the laptop."
"Alright."
Marik turned for the door, "So, are we ready?"
"Yup."
"Okay, let's go."
Marik and Malik were out the door and heading to the bus stop. Once the bus came around they got on, and waited to arrive at the apartment building where Bakura and Ryou lived.
"I don't know about this Bakura..." Ryou was rushing around the living room grabbing all the things that would brake easily and putting them in high places.
Bakura was sitting on the couch trying to watch T.V, "Come on, Ryou. Calm down, they aren't going to do anything. The wildest thing they'll probably do is sit in their underwear and eat raw cookie dough."
"Oh god!"
"I'm just kidding." Bakura smiled, "They haven't done that since last year."
"They might have huge flaws...What if they just stare into the refrigerator, just stare into it for hours at a time! Or what if, at night, they leave every light on!" Ryou fell backwards onto the couch, "I don't know how I'll survive!"
"By relaxing."
"This feels very wrong."
"You're dwelling on the negative. Marik told me that Malik is negative, too. You two should get along fine."
"..."
As the bus pulled into the complex Malik was watching all the signs and things. When they past the poster with the complex's name on it, Malik read it aloud, "Sandy Sores?"
"What?" Marik looked at him.
"The name is Sandy Sores. Great, we're moving into an infected wound."
"Oh, relax. Obviously the 'H' is missing. It's called Sandy Shores."
"A likely story."
Marik raised an eyebrow, "You know, you're way too negative. You and Ryou should get along fine."
"..."
The bus stopped in a matter of minutes. Marik and Malik got off, climbed a flight of stairs, then found the door to their new home. DING-DONG! Marik rang the doorbell and inside he could hear Ryou panicking.
Bakura ended up at the door, "Hey guys."
"Hi!" Marik and Malik smiled.
"Well, come on in." he showed the two Egyptians into the living room. It was pretty, yet bare. Ryou had gone a bit over board with hiding all the breakables. There were two whicker chairs on either side of the room, with pink fluffy cushions. In the middle of the room was a whicker table and behind that was a whicker couch, also with pink fluffy cushions. The floor was cream-colored carpet that matched the wallpaper.
Marik and Malik starred at Bakura with wide eyes.
"Yeah, yeah. I know... Ryou decorated most of the house. But I got to do the bedrooms! They're all black with red flames, and devils."
"Right on!"
Ryou then came into the room at that moment, "Oh! Uh, hi Malik. Hi, Marik."
"Hi, Ryou." Malik walked over to him, "Thanks for letting us live here."
He smiled, "Not a problem. Um, come on. I want to show you your room." Ryou headed for the hallway and into the room next to his and Bakura's.
Ryou opened the door and let them in. It was about the size of their old room, the only difference was that it had devils and flames which, naturally, Marik thought were cool. Malik put their stuff down on the bed.
"Now," Ryou was still in the hallway, "Our room is right there. And the bathroom is next to it. The kitchen is the room through the living room. Our patio is on the other side of the living room, if you want to go out there. But be careful... kids like to throw things, like baseballs."
"Oh." Malik looked at Marik.
"Well, I'll leave you two so you can unpack." Ryou then closed the door and left.
Malik sat down on a chair by the bed, "Well, at least this is a nice apartment. It's pretty big, but I kinda miss our house."
"I know, me too. But I guess we're just gonna have to make the best of it here." He took out his clothes and put them in the closet.
It was about five o' clock, Malik and Marik were in the kitchen making dinner. Bakura walked in and looked over Malik's shoulder, "Wow, Malik. That smells good."
"Thanks. But would ya mind not drooling in it? It'll be ready in about five minutes."
Bakura frowned but sat at the table anyway, and watched Malik at the stove.
Ryou came into the kitchen in about five minutes, exactly when Malik set all the food on the table, "Hey, Ryou. I was just about to call you."
"Wow, Malik." He sat down, "This looks great."
Malik grinned, "Thanks."
In about thirty minutes everyone had finished the food and Malik was happy that everyone liked it.
"That was really good, Malik." Bakura said, "I can't imagine what you made for dessert."
Marik was in the fridge, "I made dessert!"
"Damn."
"What'd ya say, Bakura?" He came out.
"Yum. I said, yum."
"You'll like this. It's called mud-pie!"
Ryou's face turned green, "Mud?"
"It's not real mud. It's chocolate." Marik sat it down on the table.
Malik and Bakura started eating, but Ryou hesitated. 'I bet it is mud... Hmm. But then again, maybe it isn't. I shouldn't be so judgmental.'
Ryou ended up taking a small slice and he actually liked it, "Hey this is good, Marik. You both are great cooks."
Marik grinned, "I've been playing with mud all my life. It's no surprise that I can make a good mud-pie."
