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Call On Me
Chapter 12:
During the excitement of running to get Yami and Yugi, Marik and Malik failed to notice their fourth period teacher, Mr. Chapman, standing in the hallway. He said he'd been waiting for the two young men and they were twenty minutes late for Reading. They asked for a rain check, and instead got a scowl and a threat for detention.
Not willing to risk it, they went inside.
In their forth, they'd been used to writing notes to each other, contemplating how to befriend Yami and Yugi. So far, the only time they'd been caught was their first day and other than that, they were careful not to let Mr. Chapman notice.
This was their note from today:
Okay, okay… I'll take Yami. But only because he's used to me and if I didn't take him, something tells me there'd be some kind of a war.
Hooray! Oh, thank you, Yugi is not as bad as Yami. I can stomach him.
… Yeah, yeah. Anyways, I was going to ask Ryou something about the Dance, but we left before we could ask him.
What?
Um… How are we going to ask them to the Dance? Ryou said it's a Friendship Dance, so how do you ask them out to a dance like that?
I suppose flowers wouldn't be a bad start.
Flowers! Malik, this is totally stupid! I say we just go up to them and tell those little squirts that they're going with us to that Dance and they're going to like it!
… You're so insensitive.
Ugh. You weenie, let's compromise. How about we just write them a note and drop it in their lockers. Will that do?
Oh, that's a good idea. Alright, but what do you want it to -
Before Malik could finish writing his sentence, Mr. Chapman captured their note and lifted it to where Malik couldn't grab it. He looked at the piece of paper for a long time. Then he starred at the to boys who were grimacing, hoping he wouldn't do what they thought he was about to do.
"Well," He began, facing the class, "It seems that the Italians have spent their Reading time preparing for the school Friendship Dance on Friday. Isn't that nice? They seem to want to invite… Yugi and Yami Motou from class 3A."
Malik and Marik's jaws dropped as the rest of the class snickered and hooted at their private conversation. Blush appearing on the boys' faces as the teacher read selective passages from the paper.
"And all I've ever wanted was somebody to hold me through the night, deep into their soul is where I'll be. Lazy days and cold evenings, it's just they way you make me-"
"What the hell!" Marik screamed, "Neither of us said any of that crap! You're lying!"
"Yeah!" Malik added, "I'm not even that sappy!"
Mr. Chapman through the note down onto Malik's desk and sighed as he went back to his, "Lazy days and cold evenings, it's just the way you make me feel. Maybe tonight things will be different and my purple heart will turn to teal…"
Everyone in the class shook their heads in pity, for what reason, Marik and Malik did not know.
Ding Ding Ding!
The bell rang forty minutes later. Through the cutesy smiles and the kissing gestures that their classmates made at them, Marik and Malik managed to get out of that classroom with their heads held high. Although they were considerably heavier with thoughts of hatred for their teacher.
When they got out, Bakura was waiting by the wall for them.
"… Uh, hi." They mumbled to him, blush still staining their faces.
"Don't worry. They were just being stupid, they all do the exact same thing when it's time for the dance, but the only difference is they don't get their stuff read out loud." He grinned and started to walk, the boys in tow.
"What's his problem, anyway? We did nothing to him."
"Eh, he's like that. Something about his lost love and crap like that. He's mean to every guy that looks menacing like they could steal his wife…" Bakura shrugged, "Well, that's what it says on the bathroom wall."
"Ah." Malik nodded and looked at his yami, "Hey, Ma… Kiram, I-"
"It's okay, Malik." Marik said, "Bakura already knows and there's no one else around. We can use our names now."
"What! B-But, I… Bakura…" Malik looked from one to the other, "H-How'd you know that he knew? Bakura? You… you told him?"
They both shook their heads and said at the same time, "I saw it in his eyes."
"…" Malik was dumbfounded, "I… I gotta try that."
"Anyways." Marik laughed and twirled a folded piece of paper between his fingers, "Malik, do you have your invitation ready for Yugi? I did mine under the table."
"Oh… Yeah, here it is." He pulled the paper out of his pocket, "Bakura, are you going with Ryou?"
"Yeah. Damn it, this is gonna suck."
They got to the boys' lockers and, lucky for them, Yami and Yugi were no where to be seen. It would have been embarrassing if they'd been caught doing it. Bakura made little teasing comments afterwards, but it was nothing they couldn't handle. At least now they had someone they could talk to during this crazy time.
At lunch, after their fifth period, Marik and Malik sat down with the rest of the guys from their table. Not even pretending to get lunch anymore because even the fumes endangered Malik of fainting.
As soon as they sat down, Yami and Yugi sat right side up in there seats and held up two wrinkled pieces of paper, wildly waving them around.
"Kilam, I accept!"
"Kiram, I accept!"
Joey, Tristan and Otogi starred at the two boys, then over at Yami and Yugi, smiling brightly. They shrugged, finally realizing it must've been for the Friendship Dance. Joey shook his head, frowning slightly, "Aw, you guys are lucky. I don't have some acquaintance I'd like to get to know better. I know everyone. New guys always get to go."
Malik looked to Ryou, "You can only go if you have a friend?"
"Sadly, yes. When Oracle T died, they made this up in her memory and since she clearly stands for only friendship, nothing but friendship is allowed in."
"Go with me, then, Joey." Otogi volunteered.
"Wait!" Tristan looked at him, "I thought we were going together!"
Otogi shrugged, "Go with Serenity. She has nothing to do."
"Aw, yeah, but she's in the Junior High School. It's $50 extra for non-students! Where am I gonna get that kind of money?"
Bakura grinned, "Just sell your stuff."
"Hey!" Yami protested, "No friend of mine is 'selling his stuff' like some common… street-walker!"
He rolled his eyes, "I meant a garage sale, you idiot."
"Oh. Well, I suppose that's acceptable." He continued to eat his clamtatoes, "Yes, Tristan, that's your plan. Sell your stuff to get Serenity. That should work."
"So, Kilam, do you want to meet here or should we come and pick you up?" Yugi asked, "For the Friendship Dance, I mean."
Malik looked at his yami and Marik looked back at him, and whispered, "No way in hell their coming over to our house, Malik. No. If they see where we live, they'll see that it is us! Nope. Nada. Nix. Non. I forbid-"
"Okay." Malik said, paying no attention to the yami screaming Egyptian curses in his ear, "Around seven, alright?"
"Okay!" Both Yami and Yugi screamed at the top of their lungs. They then proceeded to get on the lunch table and mambo to the sound of imaginary music. The others at their table continued to talk about their plans for the Dance.
Marik glared at his hikari, 'Ooh, he's gonna get it.'
"Marik, I'm sorry! Please, don't do it!" Malik screamed in anguish and pain. His cries echoing throughout the house. Marik was standing over the toilet with Malik's prized beanie baby in hand, ready to dunk it any moment.
"No! Please, not Mr. Wuggles! He's limited edition!"
"Malik! Because of you, those two imbeciles think we're going to let them pick us up for the Dance at our house! Damn it, how are we gonna get out of this!"
"I don't know!" Malik was on his knees now, holding onto his yami's leg for dear life, crying and starring at his beanie baby fish hovering inches over it's watery grave, "But, this is not the way to fix this! He did nothing! Nothing!"
Marik scowled and huffed, shaking his hikari off and throwing the fish into the hallway. Malik dove out to retrieve it, cuddling and cooing with it as he did so.
"… Alright, I agree this is not the way to get out of this mess…" He turned around, facing out of the window in the bathroom, "But, I think this is it, Malik. There's no way we can get another house so soon!"
"Hmm…" The Light stroked the beanie baby tearfully, "Too bad we can't just get a rental house."
"Pheh! Yeah, right, we…" Marik suddenly whirled around and grabbed his hikari by the shoulders, "Malik, you genius, you!"
"…Huh?"