koriaena: I was sort of in a brain dead hyper mood when I wrote this… so yeah, tad bit strange.
v son sayian: Well a lot of things shall happen… not everything having to do with that fact though… but there's some satisfying Fudge bashing to ensue!
Queen of the Paperclips: yep, dead as a doornail! You are right about Harry/Luna, I am a firm believer that they where made for each other, so to incorporate my agenda into popular culture I squeeze the ship into anything I can.
Leila16rose: I am glad that it would seem you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Sirithiliel: yes he did. I think if there were any justice in the world he would have been the one to kill Voldemort. But alas I don't think after writing five books about poor dear Harry she'll have an anticlimax such as that.Twin's successor
Malik paced back and forth in the Slytherin Common Room, only half listening to Malfoy's complaining. He couldn't believe the little brat was still supporting the former Dark Lord and his stupid followers. Malfoy had always been rather stupid; but things had gone too far this time. Malik wasn't going to stand for any more.
"Malfoy." He said sharply, not caring that he was interrupting the increasingly loud tirade about how the Dark Lord could never have been defeated and how it all had to have been a trick. "You are pathetic." Malfoy looked up at him sharply. Malik had never been so rude before, figuring that it lessened the impact when he was really trying to be rude. "I've given you several chances to get your act together, and now I've had enough. You can find someone else to help you because I'm sick of it." With that he turned and strode out the concealed opening to the Slytherin Common Room.
"Where's Bakura?" he demanded, grabbing a random student by the arm.
"In his room." was the sullen reply.
"Thanks," Malik called back as he headed off. It couldn't hurt to be polite, and it might make Bakura a bit happier about his 'change of heart'. Bakura loved that card, and it was so fun to make puns about it. Besides, everybody else did it.
"Hello," he caroled cheerfully as he yanked open the door to Bakura's room. He wouldn't want Bakura to think that he was actually going to be nice now would he? To his chagrined surprise however, Bakura wasn't alone. He was lying sprawled out over his bed yelling at some girl. No, it wasn't a girl, it was a ghost. "Huh. Bit late to be making out with her now that she's dead." He commented lightly.
"This is my private room." Bakura told him meaningfully. "I don't appreciate you barging in like this."
"Private?" Malik's brows lifted. "When you two are in here insulting each other?"
"It's private insulting!"
The girl giggled. "It's all right, Bakura. I can insult him and you at the same time."
Bakura stuck out his tongue at her. "Myrtle, this is Malik, my former partner in crime. Malik, Myrtle, ghost of the upstairs girls' toilet."
"You didn't have to tell him that." Myrtle complained.
"So what?" Bakura retorted. "I wanted to."
Malik rolled his eyes. "You two sound like Joey and Kaiba. I didn't come here to watch you fight."
"So you actually came for a reason?" Bakura looked over at him curiously, still not shifting from his position on the bed. "Spill it."
"Well I won't if you're going to be like that about it." Malik retorted childishly.
"All right then. You don't want to tell me, I don't want to hear it, so everything's good right?" Without waiting for a reply Bakura turned his attention back to Myrtle. "Even my yadonushi is stronger than you are."
Malik fought the urge to roll his eyes again, instead choosing to reach out and shove Bakura off the bed. As he had more than half expected Bakura just caught himself, rolling over, and pulling himself to his feet, but the yami's attention had been quite definitely gained. A smirk crept onto Malik's lips.
"Are you ready to listen to me yet?" He asked devilishly.
"No." Bakura replied flatly. "Go ahead and say whatever it is you're wanting to say."
"You are so immature sometimes do you know that?" Malik asked in frustration, running a hand through his hair, a nervous habit he had to lose sometime.
"So that's what you were making such a big fuss about? Telling me that I'm immature? Myrtle's told me that quite often lately."
"No!" Malik exploded. "Honestly, can't you be serious for a moment?"
Bakura grinned at him impudently. "I don't want to be serious all the time. It's more fun this way. Now what was it you wanted to tell me?"
"I ditched Malfoy." Malik said bluntly.
"So you were going out then?" Myrtle asked teasingly.
"Not you too." He groaned. "How much of this can someone take without going insane?"
"I don't know." Bakura said thoughtfully. "Shall we try and see?"
"Bakura!" Malik screamed, glaring at him.
"Fine." Bakura pouted. "You said that you split with Malfoy, so I'm assuming that your being here means you want to join up with me instead?" Malik shrugged and nodded. He wouldn't have put it that way, but that didn't mean it wasn't true.
"Well the question is what do you want to do isn't it? 'Cause if you just want to bully other kids like the idiot tried to do to my yadonushi then forget it."
"What do I want to do?" Malik repeated thoughtfully. "Well, I don't really want to do anything evil, but you do know that the main tricksters in this school quit right?"
"Yeah," Bakura agreed warily, seeming to get the where this was going.
"So I want to replace them."
"You don't seriously think I'm going to be interested in helping you do you?" Bakura asked him.
"No." Malik replied serenely. "I want you to help me find someone who will, and to keep the pharaoh off my back. He's been bugging me about whether or not I really have given up being evil ever since he arrived."
Bakura smirked. "I think I can take care of the pharaoh, but as for the help I have no idea. No, wait. Try Peeves. Ask him if he wants some help. He should know plenty of good tricks by this time."
Malik grinned. That sounded perfect. "Right. Thanks for the help." He waved at Bakura and left, ready to start his new career as a mischief maker right away.