Malik sighed, letting the warm water run down his back. He hated losing, and even more so when he lost to a cocky-ass C.E.O. He vigorously scrubbed his strawberry scented shampoo into his hair. He smirked. Marik called him a girl for using that kind of shampoo, but it always made his hair smell good. He began rinsing his hair, remembering sorely the bet he made with Seto Kaiba.
(Flashback)
Seto smirked, his lips curved upward as his Blue Eyes decimates Malik's last monster. Malik cringed. Kaiba's smirk only widened. "You know the deal, Ishtar...." He said smoothly. "Now, go home, and I want you back here in two hours...."
(End flashback)
Yes, it was true. Malik, the almighty leader of the Rare Hunters, had lost to Seto Kaiba. And not only did he lose, but for the rest of the week he had to be as Kaiba had so eloquently put it 'his bitch'. He let out another long, sad sigh and cast a weary glance at the maid uniform Kaiba had outfitted him with. The tan boy snorted at it in disgust, but he had never backed down from a bet, and he wasn't starting now.