Killing My Enemies Sexily
Slogan and recipient courtesy of Anonymous, their review of Chapter 40
'It's not a bald spot! It's a solar panel for my sex machine!'
Rishid blinked down at the size XXL T-shirt in his hands. "Nani?" he asked, face screwed up in a cross between a glare and a frown.
Marik and Malik were giggling in the background, but the hikari managed to calm down long enough to say, "It'll go perfectly with the hat you got last time, brother dear," before he burst out laughing once more.
Fuming in silent indignation – were these kids purposely harping on his sexual activity (or lack thereof)? – Rishid crumpled the cotton tee into a ball and threw it towards the trashcan, not noticing when it rebounded off the edge and hit Marik in the head. Malik did, however, start laughing even harder, prompting a scowl from his lover and a look of confused irritation from his brother.
"What am I going to do?" Rishid asked.
"Besides wear your new shirt with that hat you got last month when we go to see the 'Weapons of the Ancient World' exhibit at the museum tomorrow?" Malik said jokingly.
Rishid scowled down at his brother. "Yes, besides that," he hissed from between tightly clenched teeth.
"You could always get someone else," Marik pointed out reasonably.
Blinking at this sensible suggestion from the normally off-balance – if not outright demented – yami, Rishid stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm…" he mused. "That idea has merit."
"But not mine about you wearing your new accessories together?" Malik asked, pouting and feigning a hurt puppy look.
"That has merit as well…but a bad one," Rishid growled.
Taking in the look of almost murderous rage on his brother's face, Malik gulped. He decided that in order to keep his head where he liked it best – firmly attached to his shoulders – he'd best redirect Rishid's homicidal impulses towards someone else.
"You know, I don't think Yugi's been hit in a while…"