Call On Me

Chapter 2:

When Malik opened his eyes, he was in another part of their house. The bedroom, to be exact; with his eyes opening to haze and confusion once again, he felt that this was getting a bit old. He was brought to full attention by his yami who was happily sitting at his desk, in front of a mirror, putting on makeup.

"I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie-world…" Marik sang in monotone to himself, unaware of his hikari's confusion.

Malik quirked an eyebrow, "Um, Marik-"

Quickly, Marik spun around in his chair, now facing the younger boy. He grinned shyly and said, "S-So, what do you think?"

At first, Malik, being sleepy-eyed and dizzy, had no idea what Marik was talking about. 'What do I think about… what?' He thought, but then, upon opening his eyes wider, he noticed his yami's face no longer looked the same.

"W-What'd you do to your face!"

Marik sighed, knowing that sooner or later his hikari was going to notice. How could he not? He looked so… different. While Malik had passed out, Marik quickly went to work on his visage. Using a certain kind of foundation to cover up his tan, his face was now the skin tone of Yugi's. His hair was straightened and cut, hanging slightly above his earlobes, it was no longer blonde but jet-black. Malik then noticed one of his yami's strongest features, his eyes, were changed as well. The eyes that used to burn a hole into Malik's mind were not the misty purple anymore, but an unbelievably light blue.

He twisted his mouth, "Stop starring, will you? Ra, you're making me nervous."

Malik got up and walked over to Marik, poking him on the tip of his nose to make sure he was taking to who he thought he was. "Jeez, you really changed."

"…Better or worse?"

"…" Malik hesitated. He wasn't as blunt as Marik was and didn't want to hurt his feelings. But, he had to give his opinion, "Hmm. I'd have to say worse. I like the old you better."

"Ugh!" He banged his head on the table, causing it to wobble, "What I do for those stupid puzzles…! Oh well. I suppose it doesn't matter. I'm done over here, so Malik, you're up."

Malik gasped, "You're not serious!"

"I knew you weren't going to come along quietly, you never do. Listen; if we're going to be students in Domino High School with Yami and Yugi, we can't look like us! That would defeat the whole purpose of the trust game. Duh."

"Well, yeah, but… Marik, I like the way I look."

Marik ignored this comment the best he could and continued, "Do you want to be a redhead or a brunette? I stole a bunch of different color contacts from this blind lady down the street, so your have your choice of eyes."

"… I can see where this is going." Malik surrendered, "Okay, Marik, I choose…"

It was about two hours until Malik was done. He was very picky, and whenever he choose something, he'd immediately push Marik away and say, "Wait, wait! I changed my mind!" Eventually, after five rounds of this, Marik ended up forcing on Malik what he thought looked good.

When it was all done, Malik emerged, looking quiet a bit different. Marik had cut his hair about an inch shorter and spiked it. Coloring it dark blue, and highlighting the tips to give him the 'wet' look. Malik's eyes were also hidden, a new color making itself known. A soft, chocolaty brown that looked surprisingly identical to Ryou's eyes.

Marik held up and mirror to Malik and grinned, "I'm such a genius."

He looked at himself from top to bottom, "M-Marik…! I-I look so… so CUTE! I can't believe it! I-Is this really me? REALLY? What did you do? You're so awesome; I look like one of those Australian models! All I need is a kangaroo! Oh, Marik, can I have a kangaroo? Pretty, pretty please!"

"…" Marik frowned and walked into their closet, regarding his hikari on the way, "You need to chill. We're not getting a kangaroo. And besides that, you have to focus, Malik."

Malik was gazing at himself in the mirror, blowing kisses to his reflection.

"Anyway, I got our uniforms, today. They're alright I guess, although I'm really not fond of the color blue… Oh and I forgot to mention our…" Marik came out of the closet with their uniforms in his arms, and stopped talking when he noticed Malik whispering sweet nothings to himself.

"Ahem." Marik was trying his best to control his temper.

Malik looked up, innocently at his yami, "I'm sorry, did you say something?"

"…This is a very important mission and you're obsessing over a stupid makeover! Malik, sometimes, I just cannot believe my eyes!"

"I feel so pretty."

He puffed out his cheeks and glared at Malik, "… I should've made you ugly."

Malik gasped, becoming teary eyed.

"Alright, enough!" Marik commanded, "Stop all this nonsense and let me continue. Ahem, as I was saying… I got our uniforms today." He threw the slightly smaller blue jumpsuit at Malik, "We start school tomorrow. Now, like I said earlier, we're going undercover. That means no one is to know who we are, Malik! No leaking information to people who complement you on your body or-"

"Tee-hee!" Malik beamed and struck a pose.

"…" He continued without argument, "We're only there to get those two idiots to trust us. Be kind to them, Malik. We must be sweet and… friendly. Appeal to their egos. Compliments are the key."

"Where are you getting this stuff?"

"I can honestly say I don't know."

"Well, this'll be odd, Marik… After a year and a half of hating, stealing and maiming Yami and Yugi, we have to be their friends?"

"Ah, no! That's where the plan falls apart!" Marik shook his head vigorously, "We cannot forget that we are on a mission! No real friendships will be formed! This is strictly a search and rescue mission. Search for their soft spot, and rescue the millennium puzzles. Get it?"

"Got it."

"Good. Trust me, Malik, this is going to go well, I can feel it in my bones. Finally, we shall get on Yami and his hikari's good side and then, with our awesome powers of friendshipness… we will rule the world!"

"… Is friendshipness a word?"

"Work with me here, Malik! I'm trying to be insightful. Now, for the next phase of our plan… I had to do a little imagining with our transcripts."

"Oh no. Imagining?"

"Now, before you say anything, I did this for our own good. If we're going undercover, we very well cannot have our same names, can we?"

Malik looked a bit woozy.

Marik grabbed and shook him, "Don't you faint on me, Malik, not again! (Malik nodded) Okay, I changed our names, but not dramatically so you don't have to sink into a depression. All I did was reverse our names, that's all."

"…Oh? Reverse? Let's see, that means my name would be…" Malik thought for a moment, "Kilam?"

"And I'm Kiram. See, that wasn't so hard, now was it?"

"But, Marik! That name makes me sound like someone's pit bull! I don't like it!"

"Well, too bad. You've gotten your makeover and your new name, what else could you possibly want from me!"

"… A kangaroo."

"NO!"

The next day was different from yesterday. All the rain had dried up over the course of the clear night and left the streets a tinted yellow, only sunshine beating down on the ground. It was around nine-thirty or so; Marik and Malik were running as fast as they could. They'd gotten up a little late and had missed the first bell.

"Marik, I can't believe we're late on our first day!" Malik shouted to his yami. They both were in their disguises, looking quiet opposite, yet still very attractive.

"Relax, will you? And stop calling me Marik! I'm Kiram!"

"R-Right… Kiram."

Ding Ding Ding. The last bell rang and they were officially tardy. As they slid into the hallway, one of the school's Hall Monitors directed them to their first period, room # 123. When they arrived, a woman standing at the front of the classroom looked at them in surprise.

Marik and Malik gingerly stepped into the room, the woman immediately recognizing them. "Oh, ho! You must be the new students. Class, I want to introduce you to Kiram and Kilam Ashley. They just moved to Domino from Italy."

Malik quirked an eyebrow and whispered to Marik, "Ashley? Is that supposed to be our last name or something? And where'd you get 'Italy' from? Marik, this is-"

He covered his hikari's mouth, "Ex-nay on the Marik-ay." He mumbled and Marik whined in the back of his throat.

"I am Madame Lovelady, please take your seats." She said. Apparently this was their new French teacher, she looked kind enough so Malik smiled at her and took his seat next to his yami and right behind Yami and Yugi. The two boys didn't pay any attention to the new students and Marik new he'd accomplished phase one.

He grinned to himself, 'Yes! We're in.'