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Malik- Xx… its sooo horrible!
Idril- aw… no its not! Its great! So review! Puhleaassse! even though malik is right, it is horrible….
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Disclaimer- don't own yugioh, DO own CHARLOTTE! And she wishes she owned Malik Ishtar, to bad she doesn't.
What I Really Meant
Fifteen-year-old Charlotte rang the doorbell that lead to her new home. Her dying mother had given her this address along with a note that explained whom she was to stay with until her uncle's prison sentence was completed. Apparently, the family she was going to live with were old friends of her mother. Friends Charlotte had never known about.
Charlotte POV
The double doors swung open to an enormous room. A butler greeted me politely and checked my few belongings before he showed me in. The room that awaited me was magnificent! From the outside, the mansion looked huge, but the inside was beyond words. I had never before seen such amazing decorations. I wondered how great these "friends" were if they never donated money to my mother and I. They indeed had plenty to spare by the looks of the castle they lived in.
"What's that?" came a sharp and cold voice from the doorway. I jerked around to the direction of the voice. A tall boy around my age was glaring right at me. I flinched without involuntarily. This strange occupant of the house certainly did not fit his rich and complex surroundings. His hair was long and uncut with bangs that covered his eyes. His eyes were strange as well. A lavender shade that matched his sleeveless, belly shirt. I cringed when my eyes trailed down his almost girly figure. His pants were tight and they wrapped around his legs closely. He was definitely gay.
"Master Malik, this is Miss Charlotte. I am sure Miss Isis has informed you of her coming to stay with your family?" the butler replied calmly. I was amazed by his ability to remain so composed before this strange boy. The boy named Malik walked up to the butler and I. At first I was relieved when he turned to the butler, but all he did was glare at the significantly larger man. I held my breath when Malik turned his piercing eyes at me. He was too close for comfort, but I remained still. Finally, when I was about to turn and run, a second voice, one considerably kinder spoke up.
"Malik ishtar, what are you doing, scaring poor Charlotte like that?" Despite her soft expression, Miss Isis' voice had a strict and sharp edge in it that made Malik shrug and walk out of the room. Isis turned to me and beckoned me into another room. Obediently, I followed.
Malik POV
Great, now we have another stupid person Isis HAD to invite to infiltrate our already dirty house. All this dirt everywhere is driving my insane! And to make matters worse, school begins tomorrow. If I'm not mistaken, (which I most certainly am not) I will be accompanying that girl to every. Single. One. Of. Her. Classes. The girl isn't morbidly ugly or anything, she's kind of cute, but I still will not be able to stand another girl following me around. I am pretty sure that an entire mob of "Malik is the Best" fan club is enough. Plus, I don't want Bakura, Kaiba, or Marik to get any ideas. However, I'm pretty certain Marik couldn't care less about girls. He's to busy staring at Bakura or Kaiba. Or me. Marik is so irritating at times. Marik is gay, but since he looks like me, most of the time, people mistake him for me. I mean, we practically dress the same.
As I contemplated on where to throw my next dart at, (Isis, Yugi, Yami, or my Ex) the phone rang. I grabbed it and jumped on my bed.
"If it isn't the psychopathic albino," I said as I glanced at the screen of my phone.
"You say it as if it's bad."
"For sane and normal people it is, then again, you aren't any of the above"
"Sane and normal is boring" Bakura retorted. I am pretty sure he strives to be insane. Even though most people think I'm crazy, I'm really not. I didn't stab myself in the arm to ensure an agreement, I didn't REALLY kill anyone (though I had others do it for me, but that doesn't count!), and I'm not a masochist. So I'm definitely NOT insane or crazy.
"Well, why'd you call me? I'm pretty sure you didn't waste precious time to dial my number and wait for me to pick up to insult each other.
"Nope, called to make sure Isis wasn't bluffing. Heard there was a virgin at your house" even though I couldn't see Bakura's face, I knew what his expression was, and I was glad I couldn't see it. However, I still planned to tease him a bit.
"Sorry, Bakura, I already did her. You were too late, there is a virgin present no more" I grinned at the long silence.
"You lie" Bakura stated simply. Cursing in a friendly way, we laughed and joked about other things until one of the maids called me to lunch.
Isis POV
Three minutes into lunch and my little brother Malik is throwing food at me. I am to mature for this. I will resist choking him. I will resist falling into his trap. I am the older sibling, therefore, I am more civilized. I will not-
"Hey Isis! Catch!" a lump of koshari is flung at me. This it the final straw. He has ten seconds to control himself.
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"Isiiiis, oh ISIIIIIIIIS!"
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"You know, you look rather stunning with your hair drenched in Lemon Iced Tea. You should try it more often"
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"Hey Isis look! I'm you! HURR? DUH? WHA?" Malik walked around the table, balancing his empty cup on his head and began to make idiotic noises. I must refrain from hurting him…
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"TIME TO DIE!" I screamed. Chasing Malik around the table, he laughed and easily dodged me. He even had time to throw food at me. How wonderful this day is coming to be. Suddenly, I hear a yelp of surprise. Turning, I see Malik rolling on the floor laughing and pointing at Charlotte with koshari dripping down her shirt and bits of salad on her hair. Immediately, I tend to her. Malik can wait for later.
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you should, at least tell me... uh yeah, this is my first story first one done by Malik, the smart
