WOW! A FEW PEOPLE ACTUALLY READ, AND LIKED THE FIRST CHAPTER! THAT'S FREAKING INCREDIBLE! THEY REALLY LIIIIIIIKE ME, THEY REALLY LOOOOOOOOVE ME! THEY WANT MY BOOOOOOODDDYYYYYYY! THEY WANT-
Odori: you to uuuuuuuuupdaaaaaaaate.
Shut up.
Odori: It's true, ya know. You've been horrible so far with updating. You posted the first chapter in August!
Gee, it's really been that long? Shimmata... that's horrible. And I got so many nice reviews too... I'M SORRY MINNA-SAN! PLEASE FORGIVE ME! TT.TT
Odori: Please excuse my aibou... she gets upset easily...
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Odori: Ahem, yes well, Saruwatari apologizises greatly for her lack of... well anything at all, really. It's her first year of high school, an she's finding it harder than she first imagined...
WHY DID I TAKE ALL HONORS CLASSES AS A FRESHMAN? WHY?
Odori: Because you're an idiot. Now start the Ra-damned fic!
Oh fine- hey, wait, why did you say Ra? Aren't you Japanese?
Odori: I don't know! Why don't you ask yourself? I'm just a figment of your imagination!
Oh yeah...
Okay it's time to start the chapter now. This author's note is waaaaaayyy too long...
Ah yes, so here we are. The mall. Yep. It's hard to believe I actually allowed the Dynamic Duo (dynamic in the sense that like a stick of dynamite, either of them may blow up at any given moment without warning, killing or maiming anyone foolish enough to come within a ten foot radius of them. Like me.) drag me here. Ra, I'm so stupid.
"Malik, why are we here?"
"Well, it's obvious you- hey, one second Ryou. MARIK! STOP HARASSING THE SQUIRRELS! Anyways, where was I?"
"You were saying something about me being obvious," I say, rolling my eyes. Honestly.
"Oh yeah! Right! Yeah, well, it's obvious you have a major crush on Bakura, so we'e gonna help you out!"
"Oh, okay." You ever have those moments where it takes a few moments for a new piece of imformation to click? Yeah, this is one of those times.
"WAIT, WHAT?" Great, now he's rolling his eyes at me.
"Ra, Ryou, don't have a cow."
"Don't... have a... cow...? Don't have a cow? WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'DON'T HAVE A COW'? I DON'T LIKE HIM! HOW DARE YOU ASSUME THAT!"
"Psh. Whatever," he says, waving his hand dismissively. "So you're in denial. We're here to get you together and that's final."
Remember how I said Malik was sane? Yeah, well I changed my mind. He's completely nuts. I tell him so, too. He doesn't seem to think so.
"Ryou, just because you can't accept the fact that you like your darker half, does not me my mental stability is any less than it ever was."
"Fine. Fine. Let's just say, I do like Bakura, which I don't, but for the sake of interest, let's just pretend. Why do you want to do this? I mean put us together?"
"Because, you two are so perfect for each other!"
"Yeah, right. We're complete opposites. He's not interested in goody goodies like me."
"Psh. Shows what you know." That stops me right in my tracks.
"What do you mean?"
"Geez, Ryou, do I need to spell it out for you? He likes you too. Really, you're both so dense." I stare at him in disbelief.
"No... you're wrong." Why do I feel this way? I got over Bakura ages ago... but...
"Ryou..."
"You're wrong!" Damnit! Malik has no idea what he's talking about! "He doesn't like me! I know he doesn't! He... he..."
"He what doesn't care about me like that. He's like a brother to me." Malik looks thoughtful, which is kinda creepy, but at the same time, it fits him. Weird.
"Hm, yes, well, he maybe thinks of you like that. Or, maybe he likes you. Frankly, I think its the latter."
"Malik..."
"Just think of it this way. Who better to be with, than the other half of your soul?" I stare at him again. And then I laugh.
"...Ryou?"
"I think you've really lost it. Just because you have a relationship with your darker half, doesn't mean it always works out that way! Bakura doesn't like me! End of discussion!" And guess what he does?
He smirks!
Smirks!
Of all the lousy-!
"Wanna bet?"
"Ne?"
"Wanna bet?" he asks again. I look him over suspiciously.
"...Bet what?"
"That Bakura likes you. I'll bet... I'll bet my allowance from Isis for the next year that with my help, Bakura will be all over by the end of next week." Two weeks to get Bakura to like me? Ha! It would take a lifetime. But Malik sounds pretty sure about it... oh well, either way I win, whether it be money or love.
"You're on." I say, shaking his hand.
"Great," he says smiling back. "Oh, and if you lose Ryou, you have to take me on a shopping spree! Well see you inside!" With that he bounds off, into the arms of an awaiting Marik, who somehow entered the mall without me noticing whilst we were talking.
Then it clicks.
"Hey wait! I never agreed to that!"
Wow... that was only ten levels of crappiness. HOW CAN MY WRITING SUCK SUCH ROTTEN EGGS?
Odori: Oh it wasn't that bad.
YES IT WAS! IT WAS LIKE, TWENTY TIMES WORST THAN MY FIRST CHAPTER! AND THAT'S SAYING SOMETHING!
Odori: There, there. We can't all be great writers like Pork Steak the Grand(e), Ryuujistu, and Vada via Cretino. And at least you have a plot now.
(sniff) You're right. Thanks Yami-chan. And for those of you who don't know who those people I just named are, they are tendershipping GODS! READ THEIR STORIES, FOR THEY ARE GOOD!
Odori: Review and maybe her next chapter won't suck as much. In the mean time, you can just hit the monitor screaming 'be less sucky!' and see if that works.
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Odori: Dewa Mata!