DISCLAIMER: Takahashi is an old Japanese guy. He doesn't need to write fanfiction.
Notes: Last time I said I had half of the text for this chapter written. I lied. I only had two pages on the word processor sheet written. All my chapters thus far have been only four pages. But this thing? Nooo…. It refused to be less than nine pages long! Nine! And that's not including notes of any kind! But I wrote Ren in just for Satine89! n.n! She gave me great ideas for this chapter too… but I forgot them. -.-; But I wrote this all by myself!
Notes 2: Cameo appearances contained within: Tao Ren, Tao Jun from Shaman king. Takara, my own OC. The fat guy I saw at the Viet Market once when I was in the… sixth grade I think?
Notes 3: WARNING! Lot's of use of the phrase "Lard-Ass." Also some "shit" in here. ON with the story!
-Six Days till Christmas…-
Okay, so now I'm breaking out of routine. Usually, I only have a chapter for one day, right?
But I've decided to split chapter 7 in half, because there is SO much to write about on the dinner.
Baka Baku—
I'm getting ahead of my self here. Alright Malik, breathe deeply and calmly write about what happened…
Chapter seven and a half-
Dinner was out at a lovely lovely restaurant… a Chinese restaurant that Ichigo-sensei (Sakura-san, cough cough) recommended. Dinner was also a surprise early birthday dinner for me, considering that as my real birthday (which was to be close to Christmas, and this was the closest reservation to my birthday they could make) was still yet three days away. Maybe it was also sympathy for "being stuck for three hours plus in a boring room with no other company than Kaiba. And his brother who was reading through Isis' romance novels starring Egyptian criminals, but he doesn't count because he didn't do anything but read the entire time. He didn't even whine about not having food, which I had done." Yep. That was a more likely reason.
Everyone was there. The entire Yuugi-tachi (Yuugi, the Pharaoh, Anzu, Jou, Honda, Mai, Shizuka), Kaiba and his little brother, and Otogi were there.
Where were Bakura and Ryou you ask? No need to look further. See those to geeks serving our table? That's them. (Enter evil snicker.) Bakura and Ryou work at the restaurant, yes, busing tables.
That was just too funny.
-Chapter seven and a half-
Everyone was already there when I arrived. Isis had actually allowed me to drive the car there! It's a miracle, really. She never lets me drive. Worried about crashes or stolen cars or… whatever else there is to be worried about.
Anyways, everyone was already seated at our table when we arrived. The Injuuin family was at the restaurant as well, apparently, seeing as Takara Injuuin was sitting in my seat and annoying the hell out of Kaiba.
Bakura and Ryou were fighting over who was going to serve either my large table or the lard-ass a few tables away, which unnerved me, sort of. Not really. Otogi and Honda were both precariously close to Shizuka, with Jou glaring steadily from three seats away. Sitting between him were Mai and Anzu, who were chatting animatedly. Let's note that we're sitting at a circular shaped table. I'm surprised it could fit so many people. So the order of the table goes like this:
Midget – Pharaoh – Jou – Mai – Anzu – Otogi – Shizuka – Honda – Mokuba – Kaiba – Me (Well, Takara, but it's my seat anyways) – Isis – Rishid – Sakura-san – Midget etc.
I've already stated what Otogi, Honda, and Jou were all doing, right? And Anzu, Mai, and Shizuka? Let's move on to the Pharaoh and the Midget. They are… Well, Yuugi was teaching Atemu to use chopsticks, and Atemu was dropping them on the ground. Hah.
Kaiba sat as close to his little brother as possible without being weird (as in, you know, weird,) and as far away from Takara as possible, though she made it hard, as she scooted closer to mouth off animatedly about how lucky she was to "Sit next to the revered Kaiba-dono during a lovely Chinese dinner, don't you think?" Doesn't her family keep track of her? Considering the look on Kaiba's face, he didn't really like Chinese food that much. Either that or sitting next to an obsessed fangirl like Takara. Next to her, Rishid sat between Isis and Sakura-san, and they were in a three way conversation about something, no doubt intellectual.
I stood there and realized that not one person at the table was someone who I really wanted to be celebrating my birthday dinner with. I didn't even want to be celebrating my birthday. No, I wanted to find that anonymous sender! He'd been plaguing me ALL FRICKEN DAY! WHO THE HECK WAS HE!
As soon as I find out who he is, I promised myself, I will have peace of mind. And only then will I want to have dinner! For now, I think I'm going to be here…
Later –
Bakura and Ryou's fight suddenly erupted into screams. "I HAD TO SERVE THAT TABLE YESTERDAY!"
"WELL, IT'S ON YOUR SIDE OF THE FRICKEN RESTAURANT!" Ryou yelled back, looking angry. This was a definite first.
"NO, IT'S ON YOUR'S!" Bakura replied.
Let me explain why this lard-ass is someone not even Ryou would be willing to serve. This guy was not really a lard-ass; he was not large, or lard-ass-ful. This guy was so enormous, he was disabled. As in he sat in a wheelchair, with his stomach spilling over the sides. There were grease stains on his shirt, and they were apparently only from the appetizing soup. How was he even allowed in the restaurant?
To be demonstrative, Bakura stood in the center of the room, and held his hands out, indicating a line there. "This is the center point!" Lard-ass would be on Ryou's side that way.
"I thought we always divided the room this way," Ryou said, confused as he indicated a line exact perpendicular to Bakura's.
Bakura scratched his head. And thought a little. And a little more. Finally, he said, "Oh yeah. I remember now." They looked at the way they'd split up the restaurant this time. The guy's table was right on Ryou's imaginary line, not to mention our table was on it too. Ryou moved a little to the left, just enough so that none of the lard-ass's body parts were on his side. "He's on your side."
Bakura stared in horror, and then realized what his hikari had done. "YOU CHEATED!" he yelled, eyes bulging like my alternate personality's. "YOU MOVED!"
"ONLY A CENTIMETER!" Ryou yelled back. "It didn't really matter! He was mostly on your side anyways!"
By now they had caused a silence of the rest of the restaurant, excepting Otogi and Honda fawning over Shizuka and Takara gleefully telling Kaiba about… something. Kaiba was blantantly ignoring the girl. Actually, she may be stalking Kaiba. She probably is. She doesn't even live in Domino, so why the hell would she be in a restaurant around here? While I was thinking this, some kid with this giant shark fin for hair walked across the room and stopped at where Ryou and Bakura stood yelling. He stood patiently, and boredly. He too, like Ryou and Bakura, wore the uniform of the bus boys. When the two white haired boys didn't stop shouting, he cleared his throat.
Ryou and Bakura instantly stopped and looked. Ryou, swallowing, bowed and apologized, his face reddening. "Ashikarazu, Ren-sama."
Bakura was less honoring of the younger (by about three thousand years, give or take a few) boy. He gave a simple nod and a, "What does Jun want?"
Annoyed, apparently, the boy just glared. "Jun says she'll fire you if you don't calm down." His voice had a Chinese tone to it, and I'll assume he's Chinese by it.
Ryou opened his mouth, and then closed it, nodding.
"But who the hell is serving that pig!" Bakura gritted, pointing at Lard-ass.
"Well I suppose you are," Ren said, checking his fingernails for dirt. He didn't have a chance to say anything else, as Bakura took that moment to tackle him.
Chapter 7 point five –
Bakura tackled Ren, and Ren fought back. Seeing as Ryou was his Hikari, Ryou tried to pull Bakura off of Ren. This not working, as Bakura just flung Ryou off of him. Sighing, and feeling I needed to keep my best friend from getting his ass whipped, I started over there. As I did this, Otogi did a very brave thing and kissed Shizuka on the cheek. He was instantly tackled by Honda, while Jou grabbed Shizuka to ask if she was okay before pouncing on Otogi as well. Amazing how he bypassed the Pharaoh like that.
I was torn. On one hand, my good friend Otogi was getting beat up by to people, on the other, Bakura was getting his ass kicked by his boss. Otogi with one black eye. Bakura getting his as kicked. Otogi with two black eyes. Bakura getting his ass kicked. Otogi with three- er, two black eyes and a bloody nose…
So maybe Otogi was in more trouble, but the Pharaoh was on it.
I went to pull Bakura off of Ren.
Getting punched is not fun, having a black eye is not fun, and finding out Isis' Tauk is gone is not fun either. –
"I have two words for you, Bakura. Lawsuit." Tao Ren's regal voice was extremely pissed.
We sat in the business office of the restaurant, me, Bakura, Ryou, Ren, Otogi, Honda, Yami, and Jou. Ren held an icepack to his eye, where Bakura had managed to punch it. He didn't even bother offering an icepack to me, as Bakura had blackened my eye too. I could feel it swelling like there'd be no tomorrow. Bakura himself had a cut lip, bruised arms, and was clutching his stomach, moaning that something was gurgling. Ryou only had a light bruise on his chin, while Otogi, Honda, and Jou all sported black eyes, and were given ice. Yami was unharmed, seeing as he didn't really do much in fighting.
Isis was in the other room, speaking to Tao Jun. Lard-ass had just left, after threatening to file lawsuit for Bakura throwing me off into the bastard. It was disgusting; I bounced off of him. He was detained by a promise of a couple hundred dollars worth of free food. That was also disgusting.
Everyone else was seated in another area and was eating. This was MY birthday dinner, right? When was I going to get to eat?
My stomach growled audibly. Everyone in the room glared at me.
Why? Because apparently, this entire incident was my fault; if it weren't my birthday, this wouldn't have happened.
Chapter seven half –
"Oi, Bakura?" I whispered, breaking the uneasy silence. "Do you have…"
Everyone looked over expectingly. I made a face.
"What?" Bakura asked in his normal voice.
"Isis'…"
Bakura's eyes widened for a second, but then reverted to their normal size. "Oh. That. Lemme check…" He proceeded to stick his hand in the pocket of his bus boy uniform, his hand coming out of a hole on the other side. "Shit."
"DAMMIT BAKURA!" Ryou yelled, jumping up, eyes looking around frantically.
I was thinking something along the same lines as I reached for Bakura's neck. I was intercepted by Yami. "What's so important now, Malik?" the former pharaoh sighed.
"HE LOST THE TAUK!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. I immediately clasped my hand over my mouth. Isis didn't come bursting into the room, so it's safe to assume that she hadn't heard.
Suddenly, as though Ryou and I hadn't just yelled at the top of our lungs at him, Bakura turned to Ryou, saying, "I've got it!"
"Got what?" Ryou asked, annoyed.
Bakura proceeded to excitedly whisper something. I didn't even know anyone could speak so fast. Apparently, Ryou had understood though. He nodded thoughtfully, before his face became stern again. "What will you do about the Tauk?" he questioned seriously.
"Leave it to me!" With that, Bakura blinked out of apparent existence. His Shadow Body could reassemble later.. Ren blinked, and shrugged.
-As I was saying-
"Yo, Malik. Can we stay over at your house for the night?" Bakura asked much later, after we were kicked out of the restaurant and Bakura fired. Ryou nodded enthusiastically.
"Ren-sama didn't pay us, and we have no groceries at home, so we don't really have anything to eat," the younger one said. "We could get take out!" I thought about it.
And it seemed like a… crappy idea.
"PLEASE?" Ryou begged, clinging to my arm like Takara did to Kaiba. (Why is the chick so obsessed with him? So what if he's a renown CEO? She's not even in line to inherit Blazequest, is she?)
I shook Ryou off. "Alright, fine then. I just have to ask Isis first."
At the mention of Isis' name, both Yami and Hikari looked down at their feet. "I feel guilty, for once," Bakura stated.
"Whatever, come on guys, lets go. Hey Ryou, don't you have a car? Isis left with Rishid and Ichigo-sensei." Ryou nodded.
"I still think it's strange for Rishid to be dating our homeroom teacher," Bakura muttered darkly, shoving his hands into his coat pockets.
Chapter seven and a half, still –
First of all, we had to stop by Ryou's house to pick up their stuff. Then we had to drop off Ryou's Christmas cards and gifts to distant relatives at the post office. Then I had to loan them money to pay their rent.
They owed a lot of rent.
-END 7.5… Still Six Days till Xmas-
((TBC))
A/N: Takara turned out a little weird… Oo… Well, the original Takara isn't like that (Check out Blue Eyes if you want to see her true random nature). Her reverence for Kaiba is based off of my Shaman OC's reverence for Ren, which is creepy. But NO! Takara is NOT infatuated with Kaiba! Enki is NOT infatuated with Ren! (Honest! Or Straws would kill me!)
A/N 2: (sobs over loss of reviewers again) That girl who writes that Club Crest story no longer reviews me. (I don't even know what to call her anymore; she changes her pen name every few days! . ! ) The BMGS (Now Mana-the-authoress) didn't review my last chapter. (sobs)
A/N 3: I've decided that "Mwee hee hee" is NOT the right way to go. I just like making the "WHEEEEEE!" sound. (Blinks) Did that seem weird to you? Oo… Anyyways… I'm thinking of writing more humor. But I like being dark and damp and making Bakura kill Ryou. n.n; On to replies!
Bourei no Hikari – Truth be honest, I'm confusing myself too. I can't keep trying to tie in red herrings, or I'll go insane! And Duke makes me shiver too, but I like Devlin. But it makes sense! And… Ryou on top! Yummy… (Licks lips)
Satine 89 – Straws: Why do you want Kura-Koi to suffer?
James: I know how you feel.
Ren: Wha?
Mandark: AH! If you're scared… THE SKY IS FALLING!
Angela - What ABOUT Bakura, eh? And… An OC driven sequel? That's an idea… Hm…
Misura – Yes! Bakura IS the best! n.n! Well, this story seems contradictory to me sometimes. -.-; Bakura's really ooc… and so's Malik, ne? and pretty much everyone…
See ya next time!