TO DECEIVE IS TO BELIEVE
By Starflower Sakura
DISCLAIMER: sighs I hate repeating myself, but Yu-Gi-Oh does not belong to me! Neither does the song "I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing" by Aerosmith.
To readers/reviewers: Since I have received so many beloved reviews for this story and because I have developed quite a liking to this plot, I have decided to grace you with the sixth chapter of this badly written story! How lucky you are... I hope you like this chapter! I have been planning this chapter for a while now and I like to think that this is going to be my most fun chapter yet.
This chapter is dedicated to MalletWielderofDoom because she is my 100th reviewer. Thanks for reviewing!
To Deceive Is To Believe
Chapter 6 – Aiming To Please
"Yugi! Get up! You're going to be late for school!" Sugoroku yelled.
Unlike what he thought, Yugi was already awake, three hours ago, if you wished to know. Yugi had an exceptionally bad feeling about today and he knew it had something to do with that scary stalker of his. He turned to face the wall with a stressed expression and repetitively began banging his head on it.
"Why me?" was the chant that went along with the head banging.
"YUGI!!"
Yugi stopped banging and stared confusedly at the door then at the clock that stood beside his bed. His eyes widened as he saw the time.
"I'm going to be late!!"
Yugi dashed out of bed and then stopped.
Wouldn't it be better if I didn't go? But that would ruin my perfect attendance... Argh, it's all Motoyoshi-san's fault! Yugi thought, accompanied by the sudden urge to start banging his head on the closest thing which was his door.
"YUGI!! If you don't come down soon, I'll have to come up and get you and you'll be late!"
"Oh no! I have less than ten minutes!"
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"That's cold!" Malik exclaimed, sitting up in his bed, drenched completely by a bucket of water thrown on him a few seconds before by his sister Isis.
"You wouldn't wake up," was the only explanation he got before Isis went out the door and into the kitchen to, Malik suspected, make breakfast.
"Stupid Isis. Didn't have to throw cold water on me," Malik grumbled to himself.
"You better be glad I didn't pour hot water on you!" Isis shouted from the kitchen.
Malik scowled at his older sister's ability to know what he's doing or saying without having to hear or see it. He slowly got out of bed and stretched, basking in the warm feeling of the sun that was coming through the window. He looked at the clock and smiled.
No need to rush today. I have plenty of time... Why in the world would Isis wake me up so early?! Malik thought, coming up with absurd ideas of his sister wanting to torture him.
Malik brushed up and scoffed at the school uniform that Isis laid neatly on his bed. He picked it up between his index finger and his thumb and threw it into his overstuffed closet like it was dangerous and took out what he normally wore. Leather pants, a lavender shirt, and lots of shiny gold jewelry. He descended down the stairs, yawning conspicuously to let Isis know that he resented her for waking him up.
"What are you doing in my house?!!" Malik screamed, his eyes alighting with fire.
"Have you forgotten already, Malik-chan?" Marik asked after finishing his last bite of breakfast that Isis had cooked up for their guest.
"ISIS!!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Malik. I forgot to inform you that your friend had come over to drive you to school."
"He's NOT m-"
Malik's sentence was cut short when Isis stuffed a piece of toast into his mouth. He flailed his arms in protest but Isis gave him a disapproving look.
"You're both going to be late if you keep on wasting your time talking. Now hurry up and swallow and get on your way," Isis ordered.
"Yes, let's leave your wonderful sister to her work!" Marik exclaimed happily, grabbing Malik by the arm, and dragging him out the door, seizing both of their backpacks on their way out.
Before Malik even had time to protest, Marik pushed him into the waiting limo and ordered the chauffeur to begin driving. Marik relaxed against his seat, pretending not to notice Malik, who was, at the moment, glaring daggers at him.
"You know..." Marik began, catching Malik off guard as he had thought that Marik was going to stay silent.
Apparently, he can't stop talking for more than five minutes or he just loves to hear himself talk, or maybe it's both.
"I saw parts of your house and was really surprised!"
Malik looked up at Marik who, to his astonishment once again, had quite a serious look on his face.
"Why were you so surprised?" Malik asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
Marik suddenly turned to face Malik and Malik blinked.
"How can you live in a place like that?" Marik asked.
"What?" Malik inquired.
"I-It's so small!" Marik exclaimed, his eyes wide with horror.
Malik frowned. His house was definitely not small. It was the size of a normal house with a garage, a garden, and a lawn.
"What do you mean 'small'? From what I know, that's the size of any normal house."
Marik reeled back in shock. Malik began to wonder if his eyes could grow any wider with bewilderment.
"You mean... all the houses are that small!! Why, it's small enough to fit in my bedroom with room to spare!" Marik exclaimed.
Malik felt his right eye twitch. No wonder he disliked Marik. He was a stalker, scary, ignorant, arrogant, and spoiled! The list just grows longer, doesn't it? Malik took to ignoring the shocked Marik next to him and stared out the window of the limo.
How long does it take to get to school in this stupid thing, anyways? Malik thought irritably.
"Say Malik..."
Oh, what now?"I saw you practicing yesterday. Care for a match?"
Malik's attention perked and a smirk grew on his lips. He was actually asking for a beating! Malik couldn't get any happier. He could beat him to a bloody pulp and say that it wasn't his fault and that Marik literally asked for it!
Acting nonchalance, Malik answered, "Why not," while inside he was thanking whatever god he believed in for this opportunity to hopefully get Marik off his back.
"Okay then, later on today. At the park. How does that sound?"
Malik, once again, turned to look out the window so Marik wouldn't see the smirk grow and answered as passively as he can, "Perfect."
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Yugi and Ryou looked around the classroom and didn't know whether to feel relieved or scared that Yami and Bakura weren't there today. They didn't try to ask Malik what his big grin was all about because they knew that they would know sooner or later. All they knew was that they were on the borderline of insanity and it's all thanks to Yami and Bakura. They prayed that class would start soon and hopefully Yami and Bakura wouldn't show up. If they didn't, that would mean that they're safe for the day. Class did start and Yami and Bakura were nowhere in sight. The class ended and the beginning of second period was when Ryou's horror started.
"RYOU-CHAN!!" Bakura's voice sounded from the intercom.
Everyone either looked at the intercom or at Ryou or glancing back and forth between the two. Ryou froze in horror as he recognized the voice. It was impossible not to. Ryou had a half a mind to run out of there to put a stop to this nonsense but he found out that he couldn't feel his legs. Actually, he couldn't move anywhere at all. He was shocked stiff. The song "I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing" by Aerosmith started playing softly in the background and Ryou had a feeling that this wasn't going to be a good thing.
"I could stay awake just to hear you breathing,
Watch you smile while you are sleeping,
While you are far away and dreaming,
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender,
I could stay lost in this moment forever,
Where a moment spent with you is a moment I treasure,
I don't want to close my eyes, I don't want to fall asleep,
Cause I miss you baby, And I don't want to miss a thing,
Cause even when I dream of you, the sweetest dream will never do,
I still miss you baby and I don't want to miss a thing," Bakura sang, quite off-key, trying very hard to impress Ryou with his "musical" talent.
He continued on singing, but Ryou nor did any of the boys in the school heard it for they were all busy covering their ears, humming to their own little tune to help block out the unwanted noise. As for most of the female population of the school, they didn't seem to mind the horrible singing but were all in lovesick mode, currently forgetting about the jealous mode they were all in towards the person named Ryou only minutes before.
Strangle. Drown. Impale. Burn... Ryou named off all the ways he could kill Bakura and continued on with his daily life without any embarrassment coming from that evil bunny-eared troublemaker.
Yugi and Malik, in different classes, were feeling heavy pity for their white-haired friend and suddenly found themselves praying for Bakura and his life.
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They stared at Yugi as he seemed quite distraught. After that whole fiasco with Bakura and singing to Ryou, Yugi feared what Yami would have in store for him. Sure, he might not have seen him all day, but Ryou didn't see Bakura either and he had to last through that. He counted the seconds till the bell rang for lunch where he proclaimed himself safe for the time being. How wrong he was.
"Excuse me, what's going on?" Yugi asked a fellow student politely as Ryou and Malik tried looking for a way of escape.
A whole group of people, probably the whole school, was crowded in front of the art room and they weren't letting Yugi, Ryou, or Malik go to lunch. Ryou and Yugi stopped Malik just in time before he started stabbing everyone with his dagger that he carried with him everywhere. They looked at each other and sighed for they knew that whatever was happening they would have to wait until it passed. All of a sudden, the crowd parted for them and somebody pushed them to walk down the aisle they made for them and into the classroom. They walked nervously down it, looking at all sides and getting even more scared by the moment. Yugi turned to look in front of him when Ryou and Malik tapped him on the shoulder and he screamed.
"Do you like it Yugi-chan?" Yami asked, smiling proudly at his "accomplishment."
Yugi stared in horror at what everyone was previously staring at. Yami, knowing his disability to paint, had tried to sculpt the image of Yugi out of clay. Yugi stared some more, gaping like a fish for no words found it's way out of his mouth and no thoughts were running through his head. Ryou nudged Yugi in the ribs, knocking him out of his trance.
Yugi shook his head and looked up to give a waiting Yami a forced smile. He felt his eye twitch, but besides that nothing about his appearance betrayed his annoyance. He, to Yami's delight, circled the sculpture as Yami watched his every move and expression.
"Well? What do you think? I'm good at this aren't I?" Yami asked, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"Err... well... you got the hair right..." Yugi stated, mentally adding to himself, Only if you squint real tight until your eyes are a centimeter from being completely closed and then your mind can provide the image.
Yami beamed at the compliment but then a thought crossed his mind. He looked at Yugi and Yugi looked back, almost nervously.
"Only the hair?" Yami asked, frowning.
"Well... it's good... it's really good..." Yugi lied, looking anywhere but Yami.
Ryou and Malik snickered from behind him and Yugi shot them a look that told them be quiet if they wanted to get this over with. Yami seemed to be pondering on whether or not he would accept that as a compliment or not and he decided that he would. After all, he did say it was really good!
"Well... I'm afraid we must be going now!" Yugi exclaimed suddenly.
Before Yami could stop him, Yugi pulled Ryou and Malik away and towards the lunchroom as people parted for them.
"Yugi! Wait!!" Yugi heard Yami call out and that only fueled him to pull harder and go faster.
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"Well, boys. It seems that all of you are working hard to gain those boy's acceptance," Mai started. "But... Kaiba and I were talking and he wanted to raise the bet."
Yami, Bakura, and Marik looked at Seto, who smirked at them.
"The raise of the bet is, besides befriending them, you have to make them fall in love with you and have them accompany you to the prom as a date. Only being friends won't work if you want to win Kaiba's summerhouse in Hawaii that he was nice enough to give up for this little bet."
Silence reigned the grounds for minutes as Yami, Bakura, and Marik blinked confusedly at the smirking CEO, the amused vicious beauty, and a near hysterical brunette who was trying hard to stifle her laughter by covering her mouth, but it wasn't working. Anzu calmed down after she started staring at anything but her confused friends, but another look at them sent her laughing once again.
"What do you mean 'fall in love'?" Yami asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"Is there another meaning to 'fall in love'?" Seto asked, and it made Bakura want to wipe off that smirk from his face—for good.
They all reeled back in shock, when Yami suddenly exploded on them, "Are you crazy?! Why would I want to make a boy fall in love with me when I could have any girl in this school that I want?!!"
"And there's also the fact that he has trouble getting Yugi to trust him," Bakura stated.
"There's that and also the humiliation of being known as the "King of Hearts" but yet he can't even get a small boy to believe him. Maybe Yami's doubting his title as "King of Hearts" and that he doesn't believe he can win Yugi's heart?" Marik contributed to Bakura's little statement.
Yami turned on them, flames suddenly surrounding him and he towered over them. All in all, he looked very scary. All these special effects didn't even faze Bakura and Marik one bit, instead they yawned and began talking to each other about where they are going after school. Yami calmed down, but the determined flame in his eyes didn't flicker one bit.
"I accept this raise of the bet!" Yami declared. "How about you, Bakura, Marik? Or are you the ones that are scared?" Yami taunted.
Bakura and Marik growled at being described as scared. They weren't afraid of anything!
"I accept also!"
Mai, Seto, and Anzu smiled at each other, familiarity glimmered in their eyes.
"Oh damn!" Marik exclaimed, his face in an expression that declared he just remembered something.
"What is it?"
"I forgot I'm suppose to fight with Malik at the park today after school!"
Yami and Bakura chuckled.
"Smooth move, Marik," Yami said.
"Yup, that's the way to go when you're trying to gain that person's heart."
"How was I supposed to know that those three are changing the rules?!" Marik whined.
"That's just your luck, isn't it Marik?" Anzu asked.
Marik mumbled incoherently to the ground and the others just smiled.
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"Okay! I'm ready!" Malik exclaimed, much too happily for Ryou and Yugi's taste.
They were informed by Malik about the upcoming fight sometime right after school. Now the three of them were standing at the entrance of the park waiting for the other to appear.
"You're sure it's in the park, right? What if you guys get caught? You'll be in trouble, you know," Yugi warned.
Malik grinned, "I know what I'm doing! Trust me!"
"Okay, after all, it's your funeral," Ryou stated, smiling sweetly.
Malik scowled at his friend's oh-so-apparent encouragement, but tossed what he was about to say to the side when Marik and his friends appeared.
"How nice of you to come," Marik smirked.
Malik laughed, "Wouldn't miss it for the world."
Marik lead them towards a secluded part in the park where the match was to be held. A circle was drawn around them.
"The rules are simple. Whoever is out of the ring first loses. Any questions?" Jounouchi asked, since he was refereeing this fight.
Marik and Malik both shook their heads as they got into their positions.
"Okay, Ishiyama. If you lose this match, you'll have to promise that you and your friends won't bother us again."
Marik grinned, "And if I win?"
"Marik!! What do you think you're doing?!" Bakura and Yami exclaimed, ready to pummel Marik if he seriously agreed and even more if he lost.
"There's won't be any chance of that."
Marik's grin turned into a smirk, "We'll see..."
Malik attacked first, rushing forward, ready to punch the living daylights out of his opponent. Marik dodged, but some of them, the ones that Malik really used his energy in, got through and connected with various parts of his body. Marik rubbed his chin where Malik landed a great left hook. He dodged just in time to avoid the roundhouse kick that Malik was sending his way. Malik flipped over him and Marik turned just in time to... receive a whole package of kicks, punches, and whatnots from Malik.
Okay, this has gone on long enough, Marik thought, feeling a large bruise forming on his cheek.
He got out from Malik's violent attack and suddenly ended up behind him where he was grinning wildly. This time it was Malik's time to turn and get hit on the head by Marik's fist. Malik instantly crouched down out of instinct to care for the bump that was right now residing on the top of his head. He didn't even notice when Marik picked up him and dropped him unceremoniously outside the ring.
"Hey!! That's not fair!!" Ryou protested as Jou declared Marik the winner.
Marik only shrugged as he and his friends walked away, leaving Yugi, Ryou, and Malik alone.
"Malik... are you okay?" Yugi asked.
Malik was done bandaging the bump on his head, but it seemed like he was secretly fuming from where they were.
"Malik?" Ryou joined in.
Malik didn't respond as he glared venomously at Marik's back. His mind flashed back to just a few moments ago. It seemed that, while Marik was carrying Malik out of ring, without stepping out himself, of course, he had claimed his prize for winning in a mere blink of a second.
A stolen kiss.
To be continued...
My, what a long, fun chapter this was! This isn't the fastest update ever, but it isn't the slowest one either. I wasn't as fast as the last chapter, but it wasn't as slow as the chapter before that. So that means, it's somewhere in the middle. Bakura sings, Yami sculpts, and Marik is beaten into a bloody pulp! Hey! That rhymed! I'm a poet! Okay, so he wasn't beaten into a bloody pulp, but a pulp no less. . Too bad Marik won... only by cheating though. I hope that you enjoyed this chapter as well as the others!
- Starflower Sakura