Sisters Want To Do It For Themselves
"So what's the tally?"
Unfurling the reams of computer paper his hikari had printed off, Marik scrolled down the list and read, "Ryou went after Isis, who went after Yugi's Grandpa, who went after Kaiba, who – along with Joey – went after Yugi."
Raising one eyebrow, Malik asked, "The High Priest went after the Pharaoh's light also?"
Marik nodded vigorously. "Along with Kaiba's insult, he got ours, and one from 'our' sister, and one from the chibi ryuu and inu all on the same day."
Malik snickered. "He's been hit more than anyone!"
"Yes, and then Kaiba went after Bakura, who went after Joey but signed the package as Weevil Underwood…" Marik went on.
"Weevil Underwear!" Malik chortled.
Marik smiled tolerantly at his hikari and continued, "And the mutt went after Téa, who went after Tristan. While that was going on, Yugi went after Pegasus, who went after Noah."
A pause of silence filled the room, before Malik said, "Oh, was that the end?"
Marik nodded slightly, a 'Duh!' expression on his face.
"So, considering all that, who should we get next?" Malik asked.
"Not Isis," Marik said firmly.
"She'd kill us," Malik agreed fervently.
"Same with Shadi," Marik added.
Malik nodded. "Sis is very protective of her boyfriends." He slanted a sideways look at his lover.
Marik huffed. "Well, it wasn't my fault she had the bad judgment to date Bandit Keith!"
Rolling his eyes, Malik said, "It was a blind date, and once it was over she'd have never seen him again. You didn't have to send him to the Shadow Realm!"
Marik's eyes went wide with disbelief. "He was trying to maul her!"
"He was giving her a goodnight kiss!" Malik countered.
"Which she obviously didn't want, or she wouldn't have kneed him in the groin," Marik retorted.
And that was the end of that conversation.
Malik: 0. Marik: 1.
"Besides, I only sent him there for an hour," Marik defended himself. "And if she wanted him gone, why was she so upset with what I did?"
This was one of the reasons Malik was gay: he didn't understand women. Fortunately for his life and what was left of his sanity, he did understand his sister. Mostly. Somewhat.
Well, he understood her better than anybody else, okay?
Marik, however, by the virtue – or vice, taking into consideration he was a dark spirit – had only been around Isis for the last year or so, and while he was protective of 'their' older sibling, didn't know her very well.
And how vindictive, vengeful, and downright bitchy she could be.
"Because," Malik said slowly, making sure his yami was paying attention to his every word before he continued. "She wanted the pleasure of terrorizing him for herself."
Marik blinked. "Oh." That, at least, was something he could understand.
Malik: 1. Marik: 1. Game ends in a tie, on account of bitchy sisters.