Dream with me
Chapter 4:
The next day Bakura was up bright and early so he wouldn't be late for his first full day of work. Marik was helping him get ready, neither of them had ever done a real days work in their entire lives but as far as the normal morning goes, they were doing a pretty good job. They had to be quiet because their hikari's weren't up yet. Marik decided to go with Bakura to watch all the action up close. They left at 7:30 and were on time for work.
Ryou and Malik weren't up until around nine. Malik came into the kitchen and saw Ryou sitting down, "Hey, do you know where Marik went?"
"He went with Bakura to his job."
"Oh." Malik sat down next to Ryou. He really didn't know what to say.
Neither did Ryou. This was the first time he and Malik had been together without their yami's to start conversation. In reality Malik and Ryou were little more than acquaintances.
They were quiet for a few moments until Ryou decided to end the silence, "Um... my mom is coming over today."
"Oh, she is? Cool. What's she like?"
"Well, she's very independent. And she's the president of the neighborhood knitting club."
"What time is she coming?"
"In about an hour, actually. I'd better go get ready." He stood up.
"Ready? This is your mom, right?"
"Yeah, but she prefers that I don't walk around in my night clothes."
"Oh."
"Actually, she doesn't really know you and Marik are living with me and Bakura."
"She doesn't know?!"
"Nope. I guess today would be a good time to tell her."
"I guess so."
In about an hour Ryou had the whole place clean and tidy. He put gigantic vases of flowers all over the tables and rearranged the furniture. He sprayed a bit too much air freshener and Malik almost hacked himself to death.
Ryou made Malik get dressed as well, so he wouldn't make a bad first impression. With Ryou's mom, once you make an impression... it sticks.
DING-DONG! The doorbell rang and Ryou jumped out of his skin, "Oh, she's here!" he ran over to the door and took a deep breath before opening it. "Hi, mom."
"Hello Ryou." She walked inside, "Wow. This place looks clean. I can safely assume that Bakura didn't do this."
"Bakura's at work, mom."
"Oh? So, the boy got a job? What does he do?"
"He's an anchor man for Fox News." He said proudly.
"You're kidding?"
"Nope. He does the morning and night news. He got the job yesterday."
"I'll have to watch sometime." She turned her attention to the Egyptian boy sitting on the couch. "And who is this? A friend of yours?"
"Uh, yeah mom. This is Malik. He's Marik's boyfriend."
She got a stunned, sickly look on her face but managed, "Hello..."
Malik stood up, "Hi."
She turned to Ryou, "Is he just visiting for the day?"
"Well, no. Him and Marik live... with me and Bakura, now."
"..." she got that look on her face again.
"Uh, they moved in last week."
"And you didn't tell me sooner, because?"
"Sorry, mom." Ryou looked around, "Well, I'm going into the kitchen to get something. I'll let you two get to know each other for a while." He walked out.
Ryou's mom looked like she was with a deadly lion instead of a seventeen-year-old boy. "..."
"..." Malik was uncomfortable as well.
"So," she cleared her throat, "Marik is your boyfriend?"
"Yeah. Him and Bakura are really good friends. That's how we all ended up under one roof."
"I see. Well, I am pretty glad Ryou and Bakura moved out on their own."
"How come? You don't like Bakura?"
"It's not that. Bakura has grown on me... a little."
"Then why did you not want them living with you anymore?"
"Well..." she blushed, "It's just that, late at night... I'd here these moans coming from their bedroom and it made me...uncomfortable."
Malik barely contain his laughter, "Y... ya mean YOU don't make noise during sex?"
She shook her head.
"Well, how can you not?"
"I never felt it was very lady-like."
"Well, do you ever talk?"
"You know, I've always wanted to. But it seems at that point, no one is ever interested in conversation."
He giggled, "Not conversation. I mean...dirty talk."
"Dirty talk?!"
"Well not filth, for Ra's sake!"
Ryou walked in with drinks and sandwiches on a plate. "I'm back."
Ryou's mom's attention was still focused on Malik, "Dirty talk?"
"Later..." he smiled at Ryou.
Ryou sat down, "Did you two talk about anything while I was gone?"
"Not much." Malik lied. "Idle chit-chat."
Meanwhile, back on Marik and Malik's old street... Yugi and Yami were throwing a block party. It was called the 'Marik and Malik are gone' party. Not the best name in the world but it was the meaning that counted. Everyone who had ever run into the troublesome duo was there. Even the police, they were drinking wine and doing the Funky Chicken on the dance floor.
"Yay!" Yugi shouted, "I can't believe it! They're actually gone!"
Yami was standing next to his hikari, "Yes, finally the neighborhood will be peaceful."
"I hope they don't come back. Where do you think they are?"
"They moved in with Ryou and Bakura."
"What?!"
"Yup. Ryou called and told me last week."
"I can't believe he'd let those two live with him and Bakura."
"He said Bakura talked him into it. I can believe that, Bakura has a real hold over Ryou."
"Yeah, but the same goes for Ryou. They were made for each other."
"So were Marik and Malik."
"Yeah, evil and darkness."
About two hours later at the apartment, Ryou's mom had left already and Ryou was amazed at how well she and Malik got along.
"What, you didn't think you're mom would like me?" Malik followed Ryou out onto the patio.
"No, that's not it. It's just she's never taken to anyone that quickly. Not even me, and I am her son."
"Well, maybe I'm just magnetic. No one is immune to my endearing charm."
Ryou giggled, "I guess that's what it was."
"You know, Ryou. I don't know what you meant by kids throwing things. I've been out here plenty of times and I've never been hit."
"Oh really?"
"Really."
"Come here." Ryou leaned over the railing and ducked a little. "Now duck."
"Wha-" Malik was then struck in the head by a football. "OUCH!"
"I told you to duck."
"Ah... It hurts..." Malik was on the floor, writhing in pain.
"You get use to it."
"I thought you said baseballs get thrown! That was a damn football!"
"I guess they got tired of baseball."
"Who are those little monsters?!"
"Billy and his friends. They don't mean to do it, though. See, they're all blind."
"What in hell's name are blind kids doing playing sports?"
"I haven't asked."
