CHAPTER 5!
I really am gonna work at better chapter updates here, people. Really!
And for the 1 who guessed correctly, yes! I stuck them in Howl's Moving Castle.
The blond man started to push past them. He seemed in a rush…he wanted to leave. How rude!
"Oi…" Marik yelped. Hell if he was gonna get insulted.
Mr. Insult kept on walking.
"YARO! STOP! YOU GET BACK HERE—WHAT THE FLYING FUCK!" As Marik had spoken, Mr. Insult turned around, snapped his finger, and kept on walking. Marik then flipped completely upside down in the air, and just stayed there.
With that, Marik began his OWN NIN impression…
Aaaand smexy sparrow was staring at a pretty girl as she walked down the alleyway. She had long, brown hair, put in a braid, wearing a modest, green, dress.
"ey! Girlie!"
The girl turned around, startled. She resembled a small, lost mouse.
"If ya don't mind, girlie, could you tell us where we are?"
Incredulously, the girl stared at Sparrow. How could he have gotten in the town if he hadn't known where it was…? Opening her mouth to speak, she caught a glimpse of blond out of the corner of her eye. Turning to it, she noticed he was walking towards her.
(aw geez…better change character perspective or this is gonna stop being a random fic…)
Marik looked around. Or tried to. It's quite hard when the blood's rushing to your head (okay yeah that sounded WAY wrong..sorry…), you're hanging upside down in midair, and there's nothing to hold you in one spot when you ARE upside down in midair. So, with the momentum of his his turning about, he kept spinning. And spinning….
Marik the top! Buy yours at any hobby store!
Marik was dizzy. Very dizzy. And approaching the wall of the alley. Fast. BANG. Ow. Bloody nose. Cursing. Headache. WE DON'T CARE ANYMORE.
"what the 'ell?" Sparrow said, turning around. His companion looked like some sort of bafoon…spinning in midair…like…a….
"I WANT A TOP!" sparrow yelled, suddenly filled with glee. He rushed over to the cursing Egypt-boi. Then, without much more thought, he started spinning Marik by his legs. Faster. And faster.
Unbeknownst to the two "top-ee's" the brown-haired "girlie" and the uke "blondy" walked away.
Many. Hours. Later.
Marik was sobbing. He was very sad. He was still upside down. He was STILL spinning, if much slower. He felt naucious. He was annoyed. He was angry. HE WANTED HIS STUFFED ANIMAL!
And Sparrow wanted rum. So much that he was actually singing it to himself…
"rum! Oh how lovely…Rum! Oh how tasty…Rum! I want some…its good, n' yummy…and I WANT A HANGOVER DAMMIT!" ahahaha…
So, Sparrow, with an up-ended Marik in tow, kept walking. Down the middle of the street. In the evening. People were avoiding them. I mean, wouldn't you? A man that looks like he suddenly found a fancy of going 'half'-drag, and a man with a cape that was dragging along the cobblestone streets because he was UPSIDE DOWN and looked like he was gonna KICK YOUR ASS!
TBC…
And now I'm on the phone with wolfsisterkorrina, sorry, gotta end here!
