Malik against the World- 3
Malik vs. the Band
IceAngelDarkMoon & GuardGirlKT
******* Hey all, Ice here! Sorry it took us so long to continue this, but we hope it was worth the wait. Like before we do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or the characters. But we do own what the characters become, and the plot. *********
~~~~~~~For those of you who have missed all previous warnings this is SLASH or shonen-ai or whatever you want to call it. No one is making you read this, so if you don't like don't read! Flames will be used to toast marshmallows, yummmmm!~~~~~~
KT: Hiya peoples! Here's the thanks to those who reviewed our crazy story!
InSaNe KeYbLaDeR: Doesn't your sn hurt your fingers? *Bandages fingers* No offense meant: We're both totally in love with Riku! Evil teachers abound everywhere; this chapter is about one of them!
Only HAUNTED: Here's the next chappie, sorries it took so long!
Dragungirl199: Again, here it is! Hope you like it!
Labannya: Malik/Marik is the BEST pairing ever!! Who cares if Yami Marik is all dark and evil… he has yami hotness!!
The Chaotic Ones: Hope you like the new chappie! LOTS of random stupidity! (Isn't that what NORMALLY happens when two honors students get together to write?) Umm… sorry, but we don't think we could handle the church thing… KT doesn't go to church, and Ice doesn't go very often. (Even if her pastor does think she should also be a pastor…)
Yami_yugigal: Thanks for being a double chappie reviewer. We feel special!
Bakura13: Yeah… the shounen-ai's kind of light, but we needed to make room for the stupidity!
Nanashi: Are you implying that we are strange? Thanks! Sadly enough, these are based on reality!
Nieni Woodland: Your yami sounds like an INTERESTING person! Nice to know you like it!
Darkee_angel: you reviewed TWICE with the same thing! Such dedication! We feel so loved!
VoilesDragonGurl: We love the pairing… I'm glad we didn't try to write Yami's explanation that would have been awkward! (and neither of us is especially fond of Yugi… too naïve and wimpy…)
Tenshi Wa Yuki: There's going to be BAKURA in this chapter… sexy tuba player… high on Mountain Dew… (this will be explained)
^~^~^^~^~^~^~^~~^~^~^~^~^~^~^ Once again this is all based on real events, but has been changed slightly for your enjoyment. Just be glad it's not your life!~^~^~^^~~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^
Last class of the day and they had to go outside AND then stay after school for another hour. With the sun blazing and no breeze stirring, at a sweltering 100 degrees! And they had to march around in time with a hundred other people, while the evil band teachers yelled at them! To say the least Marik was not happy that Malik had signed them both up for band class even if neither one really marched.
Malik enjoyed the power he had and the pedestal as Field Commander (the person who waves their arms around to try desperately to keep everyone on relatively the same beat!) Marik didn't march either because he was in the pit hitting random things at random times, otherwise known as percussion. ( KT: for the non-band ppl, the pit consists of all instruments too large to march with, or just too big to move!)
While the Maliks did not march, Ryou and his Yami did march. Ryou was a VERY sexy tenor drummer, the one who has four drums suspended in front of them. Bakura was kind of small for a tuba player, but no one mentioned that to him for fear of losing their head to the tuba. (Tuba players usually have trouble seeing where they are going on the field, so it would look very accidental anyway!!) Ryou took his role as a drummer very seriously, where as Bakura joined the rest of the tuba ranks in getting thoroughly high off of large consumption of Mt. Dew, and other various highly caffeinated drinks.
Malik, apparently getting a swelled head from his position of power, found trouble without even looking for it! He thought the counts in a section of Spartacus should be different than what Mr. Fecker, the teacher, told him. So, he told the teacher. (this is for you Ice *coughmrsbertacough*) Any SANE person knows you don't argue with the band director of over thirty years about music counts, because he will kill you and use you as fertilizer for the bare spots on the practice field.
"I think it should be counted faster here, to liven things up. I think it will add more depth to our show!" Malik argued to the older man, and he failed to notice the death glare he received upon mentioning changing things from Mr. Fecker's way.
"I think I am the teacher in charge here and we do what I say. This part needs to stay slower to sound more majestic and flowy. We do things right here… unlike that... other school in our district." Mr. Fecker growled, at the Egyptian boy (that we both agree would look funny in the sparkly field commander dress!). To make matters worse for Malik, Marik chose just that moment to play the gong. Since most teachers thought the two boys were twins anyway, they kind of had their behavior added on to each other. So if one got in trouble they both got in trouble and the other one had usually made things worse (Ice: I wouldn't really want to be in charge of those two for detention! KT: Just take away the rod, and threaten to turn it into the principal as a weapon… or dump French horn spit on it! *empties her valves, spit comes out like the sea* Ice: We both know from experience!)
"Marik, how many times do I have to tell you, 'DON'T PLAY THE GONG UNTIL I TELL YOU TO'?" Mr. Fecker yelled at the offending hot Egyptian boy. (Our opinion… Mr. F is married! Don't worry; we won't have the ancient band director hitting on Marik!! Of course, some people could contest that Marik is actually more ancient than Mr. F! We know it wasn't like that in the show, and Marik was supposedly created… but who really cares?)
"Sorry Mr. Fecker, did you say something? I can't hear anything because the gong is still going!" Marik shouted up to Mr. Fecker who was still on his raised platform that he could watch the whole band from.
"THEN MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE RUNG THE GONG IN THE FIRST PLACE!" Mr. Fecker bellowed at the blonde pit member.
"I'm sorry I thought you queued me when you were waving your arms around when you were yelling at Malik!" With that statement the trouble the two were already in just got worse!
"All right band you all get a water break. As for you two," Mr. Fecker said looking at the two Egyptian boys, "You two can practice standing at attention, until you learn to respect me!" Under his breath Mr. Fecker added "Although that could take a lifetime!"
Unfortunately Marik, who has the attention span of a goldfish, could not keep from fidgeting and talking.
"Malik why are we out here again?" Marik asked almost innocently. Malik gave a sigh as Mr. Fecker answered for him.
"Five more minutes added to your time. You cannot move or talk while at attention, which you are at because you questioned my authority!" Mr. Fecker yelled from his perch, where he was sipping lemonade and under a sun umbrella. As Malik and Marik grimaced, Bakura took the chance to play a little joke.
While the two were facing towards the pedestal in the front of the band Bakura snuck up behind them. He then proceeded to take a running start and gave Malik a flying kick in the butt (Yes this really did happen at our band camp, and we were all at attentions so we couldn't even laugh at the stupid soul!). Needless to say Malik had not been expecting that and went flying face first into the muddy field that was the practice field of the band. As he was flying through the air the whole band could hear something about just washing his hair, and something that sounded strangely Egyptian, that wasn't quite about hair.
Mr. Fecker, who always had a soft spot in his heart for his tuba players, just turned a blind eye to the whole thing. He also added "Malik get back to attention!"
Malik slowly picked himself off the ground, hair completely covered in a brown combination of mud and clay. The evil kangaroo shampoo would have a hard time getting that out. He was not looking forward to another conditioner fight. Meanwhile, Marik was livid. He slowly turned to face Bakura, who grinned, handed his tuba to someone, and spurred by the Mt. Dew, turned tail and ran for his life. As Marik took off after the annoying (and sexy) tomb robber, he screamed, "This band's going to be one tuba player short after this!" A muddy Malik took off after his yami, as Ryou sighed and let Bakura back in the ring.
"Yami, you are SUCH a coward…" Ryou mumbled at the ring, "You're going to have to come out to play the solo sometime…"
"You try dodging two angered Egyptians wielding pointy objects!" Bakura grumbled back. He had Mt. Dew in the ring anyway, so he'd survive. (Tubas can't go on without the stuff!)
Malik finally caught up to Marik who was swearing quite loudly in Egyptian. "Yami… haven't you noticed that Bakura retreated already? We really, really, have to go! Have you even looked at my HAIR?!?" Malik was much more concerned about his personal hygiene than anything else occurring at the moment. Even the band director, who was currently heading down the hill in the gator (think super-powered golf cart) attempting to run the two Egyptian boys over, was not important.
The band had been let out anyway, so as he came towards them, the director, with an evil grin, snarled, "Band's over, boys…"
TBC
Ice: WE FINALLY FINISHED ANOTHER CHAPPIE! Complete with a cliffie!
KT: *annoying announcer voice* Did Mr. F run them over? Will Malik get to wash his hair? Will Ryou and Bakura drink Mt. Dew and survive the rest of the day? Find out next time!!
Ice: Wow that sounds like we're a TV show!
KT: We're always so exciting though! We keep ourselves thoroughly entertained!
Ice: It's a good thing to have small things amuse us, we can stay entertained for hours!
KT: G2G now, parents are interrogating upon what we are doing! *Stands in front of computer, hides all disks and screen. Writing? Nooooo…*
Ice: Wouldn't they be so surprised to find out what we actually do?