For Christmas, I got a cool mp3 player, Charles Dickens, and a nice elephant blanket that my dad tried to buy off me for 25 dollars. As IF! Then again, he's been using it for the past three days, so I think it would've been better if I took the money. No, I did not get Yugioh for Christmas. Ergo, I hold no ownership.
I had originally hoped this to come up a bit earlier, but as of such... Happy belated New Years, Christmas, and birthday to Tao Ren of Shaman King (Jan. 1)
I have a new true love! Hatsuharu Sohma-koi!
Tye Pyra: STOP SAYING KOI!
I don't really understand why the tongues of flame are all mad at me...
Notes: The YGO cast is in first year at highschool, which is tenth grade for them, right? Right... So the Juniour highschool group is in ninth grade. Alright? Alright.
-Eight Days Till Christmas-
On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Five golden rings! Four calling birds, three french hens, two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree.
Or in this case, um, five golden rings.
Well, I was grounded. Luckily, the grounding sentence didn't include not being able to watch tv. Isis had made me make the beds, dust the rooms, clean the toilets, vacuum the house and all those other things Cinderella had to do for her wicked step sisters, except for the fact that Isis was really my sister, not an evil step sister. She let Rishid sleep in though! Darn her...
In anycase, I was watching Shaman King when the mail came. Shaman King is a good show. That Anna chick is hot. If she were a real person with a less annoying voice, I'd defenitely be dating her.
In the mail was another package. I think whoever is sending these presents has to have money. I mean, glass slippers? Customized to fit perfectly? Those don't come too cheap. And the silver bell, of course. And the real diamond earrings! That checks off a few people on the list. Jou, of course, is poor ass. Then again, he'd probably steal for a girl... Anyways, the box was wrapped in a pretty red.
Knowing the Tauk would show Isis if I took the present and opened it myself, I took it to her, hoping she wouldn't keep the present away from me like yesterday.
"Oh thank you, Malik," Isis greeted me as I came and handed her the small box. She carefully slit open the wrapping paper, taking it off to reveal a plain jewelry box. I peeked over her shoulder as she opened it. Then again, I'm actually taller than her, so I don't really have to "peek."
There were five gold rings.
-Eight Days Till Christmas-
"Aw, come on, oneesan! Can't I go out for a walk or something!" I begged Isis as she got her coat and prepared to walk out the door.
"You can come with me to the museum, if you want," Isis told me.
"Alright! I'm coming!" I quickly ran upstairs and changed into my usual cargo pants and white hoodie.
When I came down stairs, Isis was eying me critically. "It's not hygenic to leave your midriff bare like that." I shrugged.
"You work at a museum, not a restaurant. Let's go."
You might be wondering where Rishid was during all of this. Answer is: getting ready for a date. At seven in the morning, Rishid came downstairs and announced that he was going out to get clothes for a date. Are stores even open at seven in the morning? And guess who his date's with?
That's right. Ichigo Sakura. My teacher and my brother... ew.
If Rishid were here, I'd choose being bored to death with him rather than go to theMuseum with my sister. But he isn't, and I'd rather go to the museum for some reason rather than staying at home bored to death with myself. Especially since Bakura threatened to attack the house with Shadow Magicked snowballs. I had a feeling that if Isis came home to a Shadow Magicked snowball covered house, she'd pin it on me.
So that's the reason I ended up going to the Museum with my sister.
-Eight Days Till Christmas-
"I'm bored..." I moaned, spinning in the swivel chair across the desk that Isis sar at doing paper work.
"Stop spinning. You'll give yourself a headache." Isis, like Ichigo-sensei, didn't have to look up from her paperwork. I stopped spinning around, and ended up looking at Isis' hands, at her new presents. She wore the five plain golden bands, three on her right hand and two on her left. Something you didn't know: Isis is left handed. Interesting, ne?
So anyways, Isis is writing with her left hand, signing documents and so on, while I sit bored to death in front of her. I should've stayed at home.
"What did you get yesterday?" I asked spontaneously.
"Why do you want to know so much?" she replied instantly.
"Because I have this idea that maybe if I know what all the presents are, maybe I can figure out who's sending these."
Isis started laughing.
"What?" I asked.
"You're funny, Otouto-san." Isis took something from her bag, a flat little casing, and set it on the desk in front of her. "If you want to know so much..."
Isis let me look at the gift. Yay. It was actually quite boring. Four really nice fountain pens. Pretty. All different colors too: Black, blue, red, and green.
Very pretty. Why would anyone give her pens?
-Eight Days Till Christmas-
"And this is an engraving of the Ba- er, Pharoah," I noted in a bored tone.
I was sixteen years old, working my first job, which is giving a tour of an ancient Egypt museum to a bunch of Junior high students, despite my being merely one grade older than them. A bunch of girls were giggling and pointing at me. I rolled my eyes. I have no time for adolescent crushes.
"And that wraps up the tour!"
There was a slight buzz as I walked off abruptly. I ignored the cries of "What! We only saw one thing!" until I ran into someone... namely, Isis.
"Otouto, you are to give a full and thorough tour of the Egyptian exhibit. If not, you will be given the job of the janitor." Paling at that, because some people with quesy stomachs tended to throw up after seeing the mummy bones, I quickly returned to the group, and Isis went on her way.
Mentally groaning, I put on a grin as I reached my group. "Just kidding!" I quipped. "I'm not really leaving you now..."
"Malik!" I heard someone growl. I turned to see Jou.
"Jou!" I replied, grinning with a matchingly sarcastic enthusiasm. "So great to see you here! Wait, why -are- you here?"
"Chaperone for my sister's field trip. What are you doing?"
"Being a tour guide for your sister's field trip! Great! We're together! You can help me show these kids around!" With that, I went off on my fun little adventure into Isis land!
-Cough. Cough.- Yeah. Right.
-Eight Days Till Christmas-
Not too far into the tour (we'd only reached the next thing), we ran into Otogi. What the hell that baka was doing there was beyond me. And why the hell was he dressed in a business suit anyways?
"Um, Otogi, I'm kinda doing a tour here. Would you mind stepping out of the way so I can show these kids the Pharoah's coffin?" I asked.
Otogi apparently didn't hear me. He continued to seemingly be in a daze, rocking back and forth a little on his heels.
"Otogi?" I poked him, to be annoying. Come on, I am entitled to, right? After all, he's the reason I had suspension.
Jou took a more direct approach. "Otogi Ryuuji, snap out of it and stop staring at Malik's sister through the glass!" Otogi snapped out of it, alright, and socked Jou in the stomach. Lightly, though, as to merely disturb his digesting system and nothing more. "Ouch! I just ate, you dope."
"Well, would you mind not alluding to the false fact that I am staring at Isis Ishtar?" Otogi countered. And how would he be staring at Isis anyways? She wasn't even in the same room anymore.
"Well, what else would you be doing here!" Jou stated.
"Coming to bug you, of course," the game inventor/plagerist said, pretending to check his fingernails for dirt as he gave flirtatious winks to the girls in my tour group.
Jou gave a disgusted look at my friend.
Otogi childishly stuck a tongue back at him.
Damn. I could just tell Otogi was going to be following us around for the next hour and a half.
-Eight Days Till Christmas... This Is Really Getting Tiring-
REVIEWS! Yuummy!
Geminiprincess549: Marik is an idiot in this story, because that's the way I wrote him.
Lindsey and Leila the BMGs: I like Malik too. In fact, I did, at one point, call him koi. Now Haru-koi's my koi! I also know what it's like to get earrings ripped out... hoop ones though, not studs. Oh, and, the first clue is here! Maybe more... (And that's a maybe... )
Sami: Pens. That good? Anyways, Late merry christmas to you too! And happy new years!
Straws: You know, you don't really know who Rishid is, do you? Straws, you're not entitled to carry Rishid around in your brain along with Kaiba, Ren, Mandark, and Boris. Oh yes... And I think I'm going to start to elaborate on my mind cast. So far I have Rai, Tye, and Pyra. My mini dragons flew off long ago. Pooey. I think Rednal disappeared with them. (Tears up.)
Flaring Emerald: No Seto/Isis. I'm experimenting it though, in a weird little story I haven't been working on in ages, but its basically a literal translation of the eagles "Hotel California."
And yes, Straws, you were the one who exposed me to the song, therefore you have once again influenced my writing.
Misura: You wrote the longest review. n.n! Thanks for all your praise!
Well, I hoped you liked this chapter! RR!