A Day in the Life of Malik Ishtar
Chapter Four: When Two Yaoi Boys (in denial) Meet
Author's notes: All right, I think I can get the Battle City plot back on track in this chapter. Yee- haw. And, yes, High Crystal Guardian, Malik was on his way to Battle City during the duel where Yami wins Osiris. x.x I watched that episode on my friend's DVD a few months ago, so I don't quite remember everything. *should have watched them over again* Oh, from here on out there's going to be some yaoi (whether you like Yami Baku/Malik or not I don't care; I love it!). Trust me, nothing graphic is going to come up, but there will be tons of hintage. Yay, hintage! And I've decided to shorten the blips of what the "good guys" are doing (i.e. Jouno, Anzu, and so on), but I'm keeping them in just so we all know what episode we're on or when I get stuck and can't think of anything else for Malik to do. o_o I promise I'll get everything right this time!
One last thing! *had to end the paragraph because it was getting too long* I'm too used to typing "Rare Hunters" instead of "Gurus". So, yeah. Oo; Just letting you all know. I'll shut up now. Do any of you people even read author's notes? I usually don't. Yet here I am blabbing away. ... Shutting up now.
~*~*~*~
There was always something Malik hated about getting up before sunrise. Maybe it had something to do with spending the first decade of his life underground, and the fact that the sun hadn't risen by the time he got up didn't meet his expectations of the outside world. But at any rate, he dragged himself (on his own, Rishido didn't wake him up—aren't we proud?) out of bed and did his morning routine before heading out on the prowl.
Ah, yes. The nightmare from the café made another appearance in his mind during his latest slumber. Yugi Mutou, the holder of the Millennium Puzzle was Malik's target. Absolutely no doubt about that. Oooo, that spikey-haired freak was going to pay dearly for taking—no, stealing his precious Osiris. Not that he wasn't pleased with Ra's devastating power, but it was the principle of the matter. The stupid Pharaoh had a God Card, and this couldn't be tolerated.
But now wasn't the time to brood. Breakfast needed to be found..
~*~*~*~
After a quick stop at Daankin Dounatto (some weird Eastern place that sells fattening pastries and absolutely horrid coffee), Malik was on his way to.. well.. nowhere in particular, really. He had two Hunters monitoring the Pharaoh's friends (one was currently dueling), and another four were ready to duel Pharaoh-boy and his brainy, obnoxious gorilla of a sidekick Kaiba. Malik's blood boiled just thinking about that snobby bastard. How dare him receive Obelisk from Neesan! He probably has no idea how to use its power properly, that little weiner..
Suddenly, Malik had to slam on the brakes as some crazy hooligan jumped in front of him. It was some freaky-looking, silver-haired boy who now stood before him, and he seemed to have a sinister aura surrounding him.
"Who the hell are you?" Malik snapped, irritated at this new delay.
"You have something I want," the stranger replied shadily.
"In case my unfeminine voice hasn't thrown you off, I'm a GUY," Malik scowled.
Quirking a brow, the stranger said, "Er, no Something along more.. practical lines."
"Well, stop beating around the bush and tell me. I'm running a tight schedule and I don't have time for this."
"You see," he continued, oblivious to Malik's annoyed tone, "I am somewhat of a collecter."
Malik stared blankly as the stranger talked, noting how the boy's jeans appeared to be two, maybe three sizes too small. He wasn't the only one.
"... and my recent journeys have led me to--HEY. Are you listening? And just what are you staring at?"
"Nothing," Malik replied quickly. "How about this," he proposed, taking out the Millennium Rod, "You shut up and let me pass, or I stab your eyes out."
"Not so fast, said the boy with a smirk, "I, too, have an Item of my own." He unbuttoned his shirt--which made Malik just a tad nervous--to reveal the Millennium Ring. *insert dramatic orchestrated music here*
Malik looked around frantically. "Did you hear that?"
"... my goal to--Hear what?"
"The music!"
"What music?"
"It came from over there!"
"There?"
"Yes!"
"I don't see anything."
"You can't see music."
"Then why'd you point?"
"I have no idea. How did you get the Millennium Ring, anyway?"
"Twelve years ago--"
"I've lost interest already."
"Oh. Well, what I came here to ask you is if you would give me the Rod."
"No, I need it."
"Do you?"
"Yes. It is a key element in my plan to cause--"
"Now I've lost interest. Just make this easy and give it to me."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes. I'll just have to take it from you."
"Ha! I'd like to see you try."
"Then I will." The boy begin his charge, tripped after two paces, and did a graceful face plant on the wet concrete.
Malik looked down at his fallen opponent. "Uh..."
"Your powers are strong," said the boy as he got up, brushing himself off. "You are a worthy adversary (or however it's spelled, will check later)."
"Actually, your shoelaces--"
"I am known as Bakura. With my planning expertise, and your.. silky, model-like blonde hair, I think we can open the best tofu delivery shop Japan has ever seen!"
"Or I can give you the Rod when I'm done with it."
"That might take some time, and I don't suggest you try my patience.."
"Then help me and it will be completed sooner."
"Hm.. makes sense. It's a deal."
Malik was surprised that this Bakura person had agreed to the deal without even knowing what his mission was. "All right."
"And your mission is to.. what?"
"Stab the Pharaoh. A lot."
"Sounds, uhm, interesting. Well, you're in luck, because my host just happens to be friends with the Pharaoh's host."
"That gives me an idea. . ."
~*~*~*~
Jounouchi groaned as another tidal wave crashed down on him. Luckily it was only a hologram, otherwise his daily three bottles of hair gel would go to waste. "Are you done yet?!"
Ryouta's hearty laugh finally subsided. "I'll set a card face down and end my turn."
Jounouchi examined his current hand. As much as he loved his Swordsman of the Landstar, there was no way it could defeat Ryouta's Legendary Fisherman.
"If you're not going to make a move, then I'm going to tell a story!" cried Ryouta jovially, not because he had the upper edge in this duel, but because he was infused with Mountain Dew and was seldom tired, sad or any other similar moods
. "Go ahead." Maybe a story would distract Ryouta's mind enough to cause a mistake, giving Jounouchi the chance to win..
"Weeeell, once upon a time in—"
"—a galaxy far—"
"—SHUT UP!" Ryouta shot a glare at Jounouchi, silencing him. He continued, "in a fishing boat, there lived a cute, little boy," he struck a pose, "and his father!"
Half of he audience had already fallen asleep. Anzu scowled as Honda (he had been dragged out of the hospital for allegedly groping Shizuka) used her shoulder as a pillow—and not to mention his own personal drool sponge. Sugoroku had done something similar on her lap.
Jounouchi sat down, but got his tight little rear end wet with real water that had washed onto his platform. He used his Duel Disk as a rather uncomfortable cushion. The Legendary Fisherman leaped out of the water behind him, crashing another tidal wave hologram down on the poor, unsuspecting blonde dork. "Make him stop!" he whined, tired of having the bejeebus scared out of him.
"Father, stop it," Ryouta said with a mock austere tone. The Fisherman sighed and relaxed on his killer whale steed, ceasing his mischief to listen. "Now, the boy and his father were very happy people until one day a storm came in and—"
"I know this story!" Jounouchi whined (again).
"They don't!" Ryouta retorted, pointing at the audience.
"Who cares? They're all sleeping, anyway!"
"Those two aren't," said Ryouta, nodding toward the two Rare Hunters. "They seem to like you, Jounouchi, they haven't taken their eyes off of you this whole time!"
"Shut up and keeping telling your story," Jounouchi grumbled, disgusted.
Meanwhile, atop a rather large, glass skyscraper. . .
"I thought I told you to not misunderstand, Yugi. I'm not helping you because I like you."
"I heard you loud and clear, Kaiba."
"Then stop clinging to my leg!"
"But—the scary monster—"
"You're such a pansy, my God. . ." The rest of this dialogue will be curtailed to preserve the innocent eyes of many of the readers. *cough*
Meanwhile (again), at some random location in town. . .
"Hold still!"
"You're going to frickin' stab me, there's no way I'm going to 'hold still'!"
"Do you want the Rod or not?!"
"Ugh, why did I ever agree to this..?"
"You're such a pansy. . ."
"What did you say?! GIVE ME THAT THING!"
o__x THE END! Of this chapter, anyway. I need to try and keep Malik and Bakura in character, grr.. I'll try harder in the next chapter! *punches a fist into the air*
Chapter Four: When Two Yaoi Boys (in denial) Meet
Author's notes: All right, I think I can get the Battle City plot back on track in this chapter. Yee- haw. And, yes, High Crystal Guardian, Malik was on his way to Battle City during the duel where Yami wins Osiris. x.x I watched that episode on my friend's DVD a few months ago, so I don't quite remember everything. *should have watched them over again* Oh, from here on out there's going to be some yaoi (whether you like Yami Baku/Malik or not I don't care; I love it!). Trust me, nothing graphic is going to come up, but there will be tons of hintage. Yay, hintage! And I've decided to shorten the blips of what the "good guys" are doing (i.e. Jouno, Anzu, and so on), but I'm keeping them in just so we all know what episode we're on or when I get stuck and can't think of anything else for Malik to do. o_o I promise I'll get everything right this time!
One last thing! *had to end the paragraph because it was getting too long* I'm too used to typing "Rare Hunters" instead of "Gurus". So, yeah. Oo; Just letting you all know. I'll shut up now. Do any of you people even read author's notes? I usually don't. Yet here I am blabbing away. ... Shutting up now.
~*~*~*~
There was always something Malik hated about getting up before sunrise. Maybe it had something to do with spending the first decade of his life underground, and the fact that the sun hadn't risen by the time he got up didn't meet his expectations of the outside world. But at any rate, he dragged himself (on his own, Rishido didn't wake him up—aren't we proud?) out of bed and did his morning routine before heading out on the prowl.
Ah, yes. The nightmare from the café made another appearance in his mind during his latest slumber. Yugi Mutou, the holder of the Millennium Puzzle was Malik's target. Absolutely no doubt about that. Oooo, that spikey-haired freak was going to pay dearly for taking—no, stealing his precious Osiris. Not that he wasn't pleased with Ra's devastating power, but it was the principle of the matter. The stupid Pharaoh had a God Card, and this couldn't be tolerated.
But now wasn't the time to brood. Breakfast needed to be found..
~*~*~*~
After a quick stop at Daankin Dounatto (some weird Eastern place that sells fattening pastries and absolutely horrid coffee), Malik was on his way to.. well.. nowhere in particular, really. He had two Hunters monitoring the Pharaoh's friends (one was currently dueling), and another four were ready to duel Pharaoh-boy and his brainy, obnoxious gorilla of a sidekick Kaiba. Malik's blood boiled just thinking about that snobby bastard. How dare him receive Obelisk from Neesan! He probably has no idea how to use its power properly, that little weiner..
Suddenly, Malik had to slam on the brakes as some crazy hooligan jumped in front of him. It was some freaky-looking, silver-haired boy who now stood before him, and he seemed to have a sinister aura surrounding him.
"Who the hell are you?" Malik snapped, irritated at this new delay.
"You have something I want," the stranger replied shadily.
"In case my unfeminine voice hasn't thrown you off, I'm a GUY," Malik scowled.
Quirking a brow, the stranger said, "Er, no Something along more.. practical lines."
"Well, stop beating around the bush and tell me. I'm running a tight schedule and I don't have time for this."
"You see," he continued, oblivious to Malik's annoyed tone, "I am somewhat of a collecter."
Malik stared blankly as the stranger talked, noting how the boy's jeans appeared to be two, maybe three sizes too small. He wasn't the only one.
"... and my recent journeys have led me to--HEY. Are you listening? And just what are you staring at?"
"Nothing," Malik replied quickly. "How about this," he proposed, taking out the Millennium Rod, "You shut up and let me pass, or I stab your eyes out."
"Not so fast, said the boy with a smirk, "I, too, have an Item of my own." He unbuttoned his shirt--which made Malik just a tad nervous--to reveal the Millennium Ring. *insert dramatic orchestrated music here*
Malik looked around frantically. "Did you hear that?"
"... my goal to--Hear what?"
"The music!"
"What music?"
"It came from over there!"
"There?"
"Yes!"
"I don't see anything."
"You can't see music."
"Then why'd you point?"
"I have no idea. How did you get the Millennium Ring, anyway?"
"Twelve years ago--"
"I've lost interest already."
"Oh. Well, what I came here to ask you is if you would give me the Rod."
"No, I need it."
"Do you?"
"Yes. It is a key element in my plan to cause--"
"Now I've lost interest. Just make this easy and give it to me."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes. I'll just have to take it from you."
"Ha! I'd like to see you try."
"Then I will." The boy begin his charge, tripped after two paces, and did a graceful face plant on the wet concrete.
Malik looked down at his fallen opponent. "Uh..."
"Your powers are strong," said the boy as he got up, brushing himself off. "You are a worthy adversary (or however it's spelled, will check later)."
"Actually, your shoelaces--"
"I am known as Bakura. With my planning expertise, and your.. silky, model-like blonde hair, I think we can open the best tofu delivery shop Japan has ever seen!"
"Or I can give you the Rod when I'm done with it."
"That might take some time, and I don't suggest you try my patience.."
"Then help me and it will be completed sooner."
"Hm.. makes sense. It's a deal."
Malik was surprised that this Bakura person had agreed to the deal without even knowing what his mission was. "All right."
"And your mission is to.. what?"
"Stab the Pharaoh. A lot."
"Sounds, uhm, interesting. Well, you're in luck, because my host just happens to be friends with the Pharaoh's host."
"That gives me an idea. . ."
~*~*~*~
Jounouchi groaned as another tidal wave crashed down on him. Luckily it was only a hologram, otherwise his daily three bottles of hair gel would go to waste. "Are you done yet?!"
Ryouta's hearty laugh finally subsided. "I'll set a card face down and end my turn."
Jounouchi examined his current hand. As much as he loved his Swordsman of the Landstar, there was no way it could defeat Ryouta's Legendary Fisherman.
"If you're not going to make a move, then I'm going to tell a story!" cried Ryouta jovially, not because he had the upper edge in this duel, but because he was infused with Mountain Dew and was seldom tired, sad or any other similar moods
. "Go ahead." Maybe a story would distract Ryouta's mind enough to cause a mistake, giving Jounouchi the chance to win..
"Weeeell, once upon a time in—"
"—a galaxy far—"
"—SHUT UP!" Ryouta shot a glare at Jounouchi, silencing him. He continued, "in a fishing boat, there lived a cute, little boy," he struck a pose, "and his father!"
Half of he audience had already fallen asleep. Anzu scowled as Honda (he had been dragged out of the hospital for allegedly groping Shizuka) used her shoulder as a pillow—and not to mention his own personal drool sponge. Sugoroku had done something similar on her lap.
Jounouchi sat down, but got his tight little rear end wet with real water that had washed onto his platform. He used his Duel Disk as a rather uncomfortable cushion. The Legendary Fisherman leaped out of the water behind him, crashing another tidal wave hologram down on the poor, unsuspecting blonde dork. "Make him stop!" he whined, tired of having the bejeebus scared out of him.
"Father, stop it," Ryouta said with a mock austere tone. The Fisherman sighed and relaxed on his killer whale steed, ceasing his mischief to listen. "Now, the boy and his father were very happy people until one day a storm came in and—"
"I know this story!" Jounouchi whined (again).
"They don't!" Ryouta retorted, pointing at the audience.
"Who cares? They're all sleeping, anyway!"
"Those two aren't," said Ryouta, nodding toward the two Rare Hunters. "They seem to like you, Jounouchi, they haven't taken their eyes off of you this whole time!"
"Shut up and keeping telling your story," Jounouchi grumbled, disgusted.
Meanwhile, atop a rather large, glass skyscraper. . .
"I thought I told you to not misunderstand, Yugi. I'm not helping you because I like you."
"I heard you loud and clear, Kaiba."
"Then stop clinging to my leg!"
"But—the scary monster—"
"You're such a pansy, my God. . ." The rest of this dialogue will be curtailed to preserve the innocent eyes of many of the readers. *cough*
Meanwhile (again), at some random location in town. . .
"Hold still!"
"You're going to frickin' stab me, there's no way I'm going to 'hold still'!"
"Do you want the Rod or not?!"
"Ugh, why did I ever agree to this..?"
"You're such a pansy. . ."
"What did you say?! GIVE ME THAT THING!"
o__x THE END! Of this chapter, anyway. I need to try and keep Malik and Bakura in character, grr.. I'll try harder in the next chapter! *punches a fist into the air*