Jenny: -smiles wistfully at readers- Hellooooooo!
Cloe: Umh, Aibou, are you okay?
Jenny: I am sick with the flu, cramming my brain with stuff to remember for finals, and drugged so that I can still go to school.
Cloe, Anna, and Mandy: -blink-
Mandy: Right, well, we'll start this off then!
Anna: Jenny has a new computer! And that means that before she can update anything besides this fic, she must switch hard drives! Wish her luck.
Jenny: Psht. You expect me to do it? –gives dad the puppy-dog look-
Cloe: Moocher. Anyways, while Jenny gets her dad to switch all her files, we'll write this chapter! Yay! Go yamis!
Disclaimer: I do not own Blink182 or their songs, or Bad Boys 2. Oh, and I don't own YGO, either. DUH!
Egyptian Myths
By CFB
Chapter 3-
Malik ducked into a small liquor store and hid behind a newspaper. The fangirls ran by without noticing. He sighed, relieved, and put the newspaper down. Well, he attempted to, anyways. The edge of the paper caught on one of his many pockets and ripped.
"Hey! You break it, you buy it!" The saleslady yelled.
"How the hell did you HEAR it?" Malik replied, awestruck.
The saleslady gave him a nasty look.
"You ripped my newspaper. Now you are going to buy it!"
"But I don't have my wallet on me—"
"Does it look like I care, Soldier! Give me everything you got!"
Malik stared at the woman, his eyes wide with confusion and fright. You know, the look you give a crazy person.
By now the rest of the innocent shoppers were all paying close attention to the argument…if you could call it that.
"But all I have is my—"
"Drop down and give me fifty!"
"FIFTY WHAT!" Malik shrieked, the different possibilities of what 'fifty' could mean running wildly through his head.
"Push-ups!"
Malik recoiled in disgust.
"Look lady, I'm not that type of guy!"
"Well, Soldier, you better start being that kind of guy! Now get on the ground!"
Malik screamed in terror and ran out of the store.
Fangirls are better than that psycho perv! He thought as he ran back towards the museum.
Ishizu pulled the gag off of Trish's mouth. Trish scowled at her.
"I'm so sorry about Malik, I'm sure he is too—"
"No he's not. He's a loser. A big, fat—"
Ishizu put the gag back on and decided to get the girl down from the cupboard first.
Malik skidded to a halt in front of the museum and promptly lost his balance and fell over with a thud.
He muttered a very profane word that I cannot repeat, and pushed himself up off the ground.
"Now do forty-nine more, Soldier!" The lady called.
He gasped and said the profane word again, just louder, and ran for the door. A doorman stepped in front of him.
"I'm sorry, Sir, but Miss Ishtar said to not let you in."
Malik's eyes got big and round again.
"Are you fing telling me that I'm not allowed in that—"
Well, you can imagine what he said. Or what he would've said.
"MALIK!" The fangirls screamed, drowning out whatever other swear words he could've pulled out of his head.
"Great! Now I have a flippin' old lady AND the psycho chicks after me!" He said, throwing up his hands in defeat.
The doorman eyed him piteously.
Suddenly, Malik got an idea. He gasped and pointed up at the roof.
"What's that!" He asked.
The doorman looked up and Malik sneaked into the museum. Once he was inside, he dashed along the familiar corridors and into the film room. The workers didn't give him a passing glance, so he flopped down on the ground, breathing heavily, and closed his eyes.
"Mr. Ishtar?" A feminine voice asked.
Malik warily opened his eyes and found a pretty-looking girl in front of him. His eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"Hello. What can I do for you?" He asked suavely.
The girl giggled.
"You left your cell phone out in the hall. It started playing some song with a string of cuss words." She said.
Malik mentally smacked himself. Why had he left 'Family Reunion' by Blink182 as his ring tone?
"Oh…how'd you know it was mine?"
"Because when I opened it to see who was calling, it said 'Malik's Phone' at the top of the screen."
"Where is it now?" He implored, his cheeks turning slightly red from embarrassment.
"In my purse." She replied, opening her purse and digging through it. She pulled out a black cell phone with flames airbrushed on it…right as it started vibrating and ringing at the same time.
"I'm sorry; my little sister must have been messing with it." He mumbled, taking the phone and answering.
"Yo, this is Malik." He said.
The girl could hear an ecstatic scream coming from the other line.
Malik jerked the phone away from his ears, gaping and holding his ear with his hand, trying to get the ringing in it to stop. When the screaming stopped, he put the phone back to his un-ringing ear.
"Who is this?"
"I am your biggest fan!"
Malik's eyes, again, went wide and he snapped the phone shut instantly.
"How do you block a number…?" He muttered to himself, opening the phone again and searching through the menu.
"You can't. You can give it a ring tone though so you know to avoid it. Obviously, you didn't want to talk to whoever was on the other line…"
He gazed up at her and met her disdainful stare.
"She's a stalker. I don't know how she got my number, but…"
"Malik! I found you!" Trish said.
Malik jumped a foot in the air and started crawling away from Trish.
Trish noticed the girl staring at Malik and she smirked.
"Sugar buns, what's the matter?" Trish asked in a honey-sweet voice.
Malik whipped around from where he was crawling on the floor and stared at her incredulously.
"Sugar—"
"I'm sorry for getting mad at you earlier. I probably should've listened to your side of the story first. Now I know that you'd never be unfaithful to me!" Trish interjected happily.
Malik couldn't breathe. He was in an advance state of shock at this point, wondering why Trish was pretending like she was his girlfriend again.
Then it hit him like a sack of fish.
She was jealous.
He grinned at her. Goodbye fangirl problem.
"I know, Baby. I would never leave your side." He said, playing along.
Trish gave him a strange look while the girl was looking at Malik. When the girl switched her gaze back to Trish, Malik smirked sadistically.
"I can see I'm interrupting a private moment." The girl said.
"Not at all. Trish here was just worried about losing my love. Now, Trishy, Baby, some chick got my phone number and she won't leave me alone. Could you talk to her for me?" Malik questioned innocently as his cell phone rang again.
Trish glowered at him.
"I know you're upset that some other girl is trying to take me away from you, but…" He continued, standing up and shoving the cell phone at her.
She glared daggers at him and answered the phone.
"Hi. This is Malik's girlfriend." Trish spat through her teeth.
Malik grinned triumphantly as Trish gave the fangirl a hard time and then hung up on her.
"There, Honey." Trish said stonily, giving back the phone.
"Thank you, Baby." Malik said, putting his arm around her shoulder.
"I must be going now. My boyfriend is waiting for me." The girl said, heading for the steps.
The second she was out of sight, Malik separated himself from Trish immediately.
"Dammit! She's got a boyfriend!"
Trish scoffed and scowled at him.
"Why would YOU care?"
Malik gaped at her.
"She was hot! If YOU hadn't come along, I probably could've gotten her number!"
Trish started to retort, but the film engineer turned around and gave them a dirty look.
"I am trying to run a film. Do you two mind? You fight like an old married couple."
He turned back around and Malik and Trish looked at each other with open mouths.
"That's the second time in one day!" Malik whined, storming towards the stairs. Trish lagged behind him moodily.
"If Ishizu finds out that you're in here, you're toast." She warned.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I don't really care."
His phone rang again. He stared at it worriedly. Trish sighed dejectedly and grabbed it.
"Hello?"
She paused, and then handed it to Malik.
"It's for you." She said sweetly.
Malik gulped and took it.
"Hullo?"
Ishizu rubbed her ear lobes in between her fore finger and thumb while taking deep breaths and murmuring 'whoosa' over and over again.
She jumped out of her skin, not technically, as her office door banged open. Malik moseyed in behind Trish and grabbed his keys from the key rack.
"Where are you going?" Ishizu questioned coldly.
"Airport. Sis is flying in today. Remember?"
Ishizu gasped.
"Oh no! I totally forgot!"
"Don't worry about it. I'll pick her up."
"Not on your bike!" Ishizu scolded.
"Why not!"
"She'll fall off the end of it!"
"She will not. She's ridden on my bike with me before."
"Who?" Trish asked.
"My little sister." Ishizu and Malik chorused.
"You have a sister?"
"You didn't know?" Ishizu implored curiously.
"Malik never told me anything about a little sister."
"Well, I guess he wouldn't. When you guys were dating, they were in a major fight."
Malik snorted and headed out the door.
"Take a body guard, please. I don't want you trampled again." Ishizu called after him.
"Trampled!" Trish blurted.
"Okay…" Malik replied.
The door closed.
"Malik was trampled? Like in the running of the bulls?"
Ishizu laughed and shook her head.
"Sometimes, I wish. But no. He was stampeded by fangirls. He wouldn't leave the house for two weeks until his black eye healed up. Nasty looking bruise."
Trish's eyebrows shot up and she sat down in front of Ishizu's desk.
"Tell me more…"
Yugi, Joey, Tristan, and Ryou all left the auditorium looking sleepy and disoriented.
"That was an exciting movie…" Joey commented.
"Oh yeah, Sleeping Beauty." Yugi teased.
"You didn't watch it either!" Joey said defensively.
"Yes, but I didn't fall asleep, like someone I know." Yugi retorted.
"He's got a point." Ryou piped.
"No one asked you…" Joey grumbled.
Ryou rolled his eyes.
"So, where are we going now?"
Yugi shrugged.
"Wherever. I don't think Ishizu wants to see us again for a while."
Malik brushed past Joey quickly, twirling his keys around his pointer finger. Suddenly, they flung off his finger and smacked the pretty girl on the arm. Malik grinned at his luck.
"I'm so sorry, are you okay?" He asked, picking up his keys and putting a hand on the girl's arm.
She glared at him.
"If you want my number, you just have to ask. You don't have to keep hitting on me." She snapped.
Malik jumped.
"Hitting on you? I wasn't—"
"That whole stunt with whoever that chick was, was pretty ingenious. But the look she gave you when you told her to answer your phone? Yeah, pretty pathetic."
"Well, excuse me. Trish is the one who started it. I just played along. It wasn't a set up of any sort. I don't even know your name!"
The girl shook her head and sighed, walking away to the front doors.
"Wait!" Malik called after her, jogging to catch up to her. He put his hand on her arm and she stopped.
"You said just ask, right?" He said, smiling charmingly at him.
She blinked and then opened her purse and pulled out a pen and slip of paper. She wrote down a string of numbers and put her name at the top, then gave it to Malik.
"There. And I don't have a boyfriend; I was just making an excuse to get away from you."
Malik watched her go, grinning like an idiot.
"Sweet! Wait 'till Bakura hears about THIS! I'll shove that bet right back up his ass!" He cheered, pocketing the number and leaving the museum.
Yugi and Ryou exchanged glances.
"Did he just say Bakura?" Tristan asked.
"Dang it! I KNEW he was up to something when he asked if he could take over!" Ryou growled.
Yugi laughed heartily and lead them out of the museum and down the street to the liquor store. There, they bought a ripped newspaper and four candy bars before heading to the Kame Game Shop.
End chapter 3-
Cloe: Well? Did we do alright? I really hope the scene changes weren't too confusing. Fanfiction doesn't allow the little dividers anymore…
Mandy: Review, please!
Jenny: Hold on! We're not done, yet! We have to redo the drawing. Sailor Starlight Girl hasn't answered any of the emails we sent her, so we need a new winner! Two, in fact! Now we have the fan girl AND the pretty girl! Lucky Malik! So, in your review, tell me why you want to be on a date with Malik (it could be something like 'because I like jellybeans') and then a name that you would go by if your character was in the story. The drawing will, again, be completely random. Last time I seriously had my six-year-old sister pick a name out of a hat. I'll be doing the same this time. So…get to reviewing!
Anna: And leave your email if you enter the contest and you're anonymous! Or if you don't have your email on your bio page, cause otherwise, you won't know if you won or not!
Jenny: One last note, reviewer thanks will be on the next chapter. I swear! Review!
