The third instalment of "The Labours of Love!" Please R/R!

This includes the very popular term: "What did I do?"

At the Café:

Malik was bored. His eyes fleeted past the many couples that were taking their seats, chatting like monkeys in a zoo. He had promised to meet Bakura here, but he kinda got the idea that maybe he wasn't coming. He had got that idea over a good hour ago. However, there was the unmistakable white hair, the trademark sailor shirt, not to mention the smirk that was beaming down on Malik, and had made a baby cry.

"Well, this is good timing," muttered Malik sarcastically as Bakura dumped his shopping on his chair next to his. "Where in bloody Ra's name have you been?"

Bakura grinned, running his fingers though his wild locks. Malik had an overwhelming desire to whack Bakura around the head with his Sennen Rod. "I was in M&S, doing some shopping for my irritable little host, in order to able to borrow his body for our little meeting."

Malik gagged into his orange juice. "M&S? Oh my Gods, Bakura. You are turning into a right Wuss. What were you doing, huh? Getting some old lady kinc knacks, is that it?"

Before Bakura could respond, or throw something extremely sharp at Malik's neck, the Café's doors opened, and in waltzed Joey and Mai for their "friends" date. Malik rolled his eyes. Ever since he had tried to get off with Mai in the shadow realm, and had been rejected, Mai was not his favourite person. Then a wicked, dirty idea came to him. He beckoned to the Tomb Robber, and whispered something in his ear. This looked slightly wrong to the more sane people, and they hurried past.

Joey could only look at his fingers in embarrassment. It was hard that the girl that he had loved like forever was sitting just a few centimetres away from him. If he had not crashed into the sale hangers in Top Shop that day, she would not have noticed him and invited him out for a coffee. "Eh, I'll get the drinks," he mumbled in embarrassment. As he approached the queue, he didn't see a familiar Tomb Keeper appear from behind him, wielding the Sennen Rod.

"Joey" banged down the tray with a clatter, causing Mai to jump. She blinked at him. His eyes were more over shadowed then normal, and a mad grin was showing on his face. "Eh….Joey?" Joey dropped into his chair, and almost in a drunk fashion, traced her cheek with a finger that made her gasp.

"What are you…?" Malik/Joey grinned. "Enjoy the ride, sweetie." He wrapped one hand around her waist, and kissed her passionately. He thrust his hand up her skirt, and….

Bakura watched Malik, envying every moment of his perverted time with Mai. The Tomb Keeper was smirking, his eyes closed as he concentrated.

"PREV!" Every head in the café turned to a poor Joey, who had been knocked off his chair by a slap, and had gathered his senses. Malik was smirking, Bakura was laughing, and poor Joey could only mutter: "Mai, what did I do….?"

BB3: A bit of a short chapter, I'm afraid peps. It's a bit late to do anything more, though. Poor Joey. Could you please R/R my other fic, "Oh Demon Of Mine" if you have time, please? I have no reviews for it yet! Anyway, R/R!

Cat: Or tell her to stop using that bloody annoying phrase….R/R….