Greetings from the Land of Insanity! I bring good news of another fun-filled chapter of madness and pure chaos. That can only mean one thing… Yes! This is the chapter of Malik and Bakura's flashback of when they got ditched! I'm so happy to finally be writing this chapter. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go drool over pictures of Pietro. walks into secret room that is basically a shrine to Pietro Also, I'd like to give a HUGE thank you to all of my reviewers. They really mean a lot. Please continue to R&R, but please, no flames. Thankx!
The Flashback
"Yeah, what did happen to you guys?" The rest of the gang began to ask.
"Well," Bakura and Marik began….
(Flashback)
"I CAN'T BELIEVE THOSE BAKAS LEFT US!" Bakura roared as he and Malik marched through the woods.
"I know," Malik snapped. "Well, I thought that most of them would have left us, but I never thought my yami would ditch me!"
"Well, I thought he would," Bakura began. "But I never thought Ryou would have left without telling me."
"Yeah, really!" Malik exclaimed. "Hey, do you know where the hell we are?"
"Oh yes Malik, I know exactly where we are," Bakura said sarcastically.
"Really?" Malik asked hopefully. "Where?"
"WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE!" Bakura screamed.
"Sheesh Bakura, I could've told you that!" Malik snapped.
Bakura growled low, using all of his will-power not to tackle Malik and beat him to a bloody pulp.
"Hey look," Malik pointed to a tall tree with low branches.
"Malik, that's a tree," Bakura monotonously.
"I know you baka," Malik snapped. "I meant that since it has such low branches, we might be able to climb it and might be able to see Marik, Ryou, and the rest of the gang."
"Wow, maybe you do actually have a brain," Bakura said, looking up and down the tree. "Or at least half of one," He added, smirking.
Malik glared at him before snapping, "Well, since you seem to be Mr. Smarty pants, why don't you climb the tree! After all, I'm so "stupid" I'd probably look right past them and not even notice!"
"Wow, you finally admitted your stupidity," Bakura said surprisingly. "Maybe you aren't as stupid as I thought."
"Just climb the damn tree already," Malik snapped. If looks could kill, Bakura would be six feet under and have maggots crawling out of his eye sockets.
"Fine," The ancient tomb robber snapped back. He walked up to the tree, and grabbed onto the lowest branch. After a few LONG moments of struggling, Bakura was finally sitting somewhat on the lowest of the branches, and seeming quite pleased with himself.
"Well, you actually made it to the first branch," Malik began sarcastically. "And it only took you about fifteen minutes."
"Oh shut up Malik," Bakura snapped, looking down at the Egyptian a few feet below him. "You would probably have fallen out of the tree!"
Suddenly loosing his balance, Bakura fell from the tree with a crash, landing face first a few feet away from Malik, who raised an eyebrow.
"You mean like that?"
Bakura raised his head off the ground and glared at Malik. "I hate you."
"I'd be insulted if you didn't hate me," Malik replied.
Grumbling, Bakura stood up, brushed himself off, and climbed back onto the first branch.
"Try not to fall off again," Malik warned teasingly.
Bakura just ignored him and reached up to grab the second branch.
"Uh Bakura," Malik began.
"Shut up Malik," Bakura snapped, about to jump up from the first branch, onto the second and pull himself up.
"But Bakura," Malik began again, this time sounding more urgent.
"For Ra's sake Malik, give me a minute! You can tell me whatever it is once I get on the next branch."
"But Bakura the branch isn't-" Malik got cut off when Bakura jumped up to pull himself up, not realizing how small a branch it was, and having the branch snap off from his weight, and send the tomb robber once again crashing down to earth.
"…Going to hold you," Malik finished with a sigh.
"YOU COULDN'T HAVE TOLD ME THAT A LITTLE SOONER COULD YOU!?" Bakura screamed in rage.
"I TRIED TO!" Malik roared back. "BUT YOU WOULDN'T' LISTEN, REMEMBER!?"
"I NEVER LISTEN TO YOU!" Bakura screamed desperately. "What makes you think I'd start now?"
"Maybe because I was smart enough to realize that it's a pine tree you're climbing, and some pine trees branches can snap off a little easier!?" Malik snapped.
Then he let out a sigh. "Okay, maybe I should just climb the tree since you can't seem to figure out how to."
"I can so figure out how to!" Bakura exclaimed.
"Well, you've done a fine job of proving it!" Malik shouted.
Bakura growled low, before marching back up to the tree, and climbing, yet again, to the first branch.
"When will this guy learn?" Malik asked himself. With a sigh, he walked over to the tree to study Bakura's new technique.
"Wow, he might actually make it to the second branch," Malik thought to himself, as he watched Bakura grab onto a much sturdier branch and pull himself up.
(half an hour later…)
"And he's almost to the fourth branch…" Malik sighed, nearly falling asleep standing up as he watched Bakura go from the third branch to the fourth. "Wow, ladies and gentlemen, it only took him half an hour to do so!"
"Well, it's rather hard to climb, when you keep getting pine needles in your eye!" Bakura snapped, pulling himself up onto the fourth branch.
"Well, deal with it and climb faster!" Malik snapped back. "I'm getting hungry."
"Well, there's a pond over to your left, just try and catch a fish," Bakura pointed towards a small pond that was about ten feet away.
"I don't have a fishing pole," Malik called up to him.
"Just use a pointy stick like they did in Cast Away," Bakura replied. "Well, if you think you're intelligent enough to use one."
Malik glared up at the tomb robber. "I am so intelligent enough to use a
stick!"
He glanced around the trunk of the tree for a fallen branch. He decided to use the one that had snapped off when Bakura tried to pull himself onto it.
"Hey thanks Bakura, that branch that snapped off because of you might have had more than one purpose," Malik called up.
"I can't even begin to describe the joy I feel in helping you," Bakura said sarcastically.
Malik rolled his eyes and began to think. "Okay, just as they did in Cast Away…" Suddenly thinking of something, he called up to Bakura. "Hey, if I have to do the same thing they did in Cast Away; doesn't that mean I need a volleyball with a face drawn on it?"
As a response, Bakura threw a pinecone at Malik's head.
The tomb keeper glared up the tree. "Sheesh, I was just asking."
Bakura rolled his eyes, and continued climbing.
Malik, grumbling at this point, walked over to the pond, and grabbed a small rock from under water. Or, what he thought was a small rock…
"AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Malik pulled his hand out of the water instantly and began to shake it.
"Malik, what the hell is going on down there?" Bakura called; glancing down to see what the tomb keeper had done this time. He was very shocked to see Malik, hopping around the base of the tree, with a hermit crab stuck on his finger.
"Get it off!" Malik shrieked hysterically. "GET IT OFF!"
All Bakura could do was blink. Well, that and watch Malik continue to run around the tree. "Of all the times I don't have a camera," Bakura grumbled to himself. "Well, actually I do have one; it's just that Ryou has it. CURSE YOU HIKARI!"
(ten minutes later…)
"How stupid is he!?" Bakura screamed in his mind. "I mean, all he has to do is pull the damn thing off! How dense could you get!?"
Malik had at this point had made a nice deep circle around the base of the tree, while continuing to scream and shake his hand to the point where it looked like it was about to fall off. "BAKURA GET THIS THING OFF!"
"JUST PULL IT OFF YOUR FINGER YOU BAKA!" Bakura shouted down to him.
"No, it'll rip my finger off," Malik shrieked.
"No it wont you big baby, now pull it off!" Bakura yelled at him.
Finally plucking up the courage, Malik grabbed onto the hermit crab, and pulled it off his finger. He then threw it back into the pond.
"There, now that wasn't so hard was it?" Bakura asked from the tree. He was trying extremely hard not to smile.
Malik glared up at him…again. "Look at what that crab did to me!"
He held up his finger as high as he could, so Bakura could see from the tree. Sure enough, Malik's finger was bleeding, but it wasn't anything to bad.
"I think you'll live," Bakura told him. "Unfortunately."
"Oh shut up!" Malik snapped. He stuck his hand back in the pond, and this time grabbed a real rock.
"What do you need the stupid rock for anyway?" Bakura asked, continuing his climb.
"To sharpen the stick so I can catch a fish," Malik replied. "Didn't you tell me to catch a fish?"
"I told you to TRY and catch a fish if you were HUNGRY," Bakura corrected.
"Well, I am hungry, so I'm catching me a fish," Malik said firmly.
He walked over to the edge of the pond, and waded into the water; the now sharpened stick in his hand.
Bakura stopped climbing to watch. "I've got to see this," He thought to himself.