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Chapter 6: Sunday, September 5th, 2005

Malik flipped his hair and looked around. He needed to find a cloths store and get new ones; he looked down at the cloths he wore now.

A long sleeved black shirt with a long sleeved mesh shirt over and tight black jeans, ripped at the knees and at the cuffs with a studded-belt and thick studded wrist-bands and chocker.

"Defiantly need a new wardrobe." Malik comment dryly.

He found a safe enough place that sold cloths that suited Malik but didn't match his current wardrobe.

He was looking through a rack of jeans when he saw once again the man from the club and the café. Malik coloured and ducked his head, walking away to the other side of the store.

While he searched through some nice leather pants a hand brushed against his. Malik's head snapped up and he was met with violet-red eyes.

"Hello." The 'intruder' smirked in what was meant to be a friendly gesture.

"Do I know you?" Malik asked in a sickly-sweet voice. Just because he was suppose to become close with him didn't mean he had to like him.

"I was only the guy you feel on top of." The guy smirked wider.

Malik resisted the urge to strangle the guy, he felt flustered and giddy, feelings he wasn't suppose to have with his 'mission'.

"So you keep tabs on everyone you run into or am I just lucky?" Malik asked, his hand resting on his hip.

"You're just lucky." The smirk turned cocky and he lent closer.

"FYI, I don't kiss every guy who tries a cheesy pick-up line." Malik bit out, pushing the offending face away.

"Ooohhh feisty!"

"Hmmm…" Malik turned his back on the guy.

"So do I at least get your name?" The guy was back again, Malik gritted his teeth and glared at the older guy.

"It's Malik."

"Malik." The guy tasted it on his tongue and smiled. "I'm Marik."

"Well excuse me Marik but I need to get past." Malik bit out with a charming smile.

"Of course." Marik steeped aside and gave a bow as Malik walked past. "Maybe I will see you again, Malik."

"Maybe." Malik walked past him and out of the store, all-the-while Marik's eyes bore into the back of his head, and on his ass.

Marik burst through the door of the apartment and jumped onto the couch, on which Ryou and Bakura were currently making-out on, until they were disturbed by Marik.

"Shit Marik!" Bakura shouted, pushing his friend away from his boyfriend who watched Marik curiously.

"What's up with you Marik?" Ryou asked, tilting his head slightly.

"I just met the hottest guy ever!" Marik grinned. Bakura and Ryou starred at him.

"Marik are you high?" Bakura asked. "Coz you have to tell me if you are."

Marik shook his head, grin still in place.

"Are you drunk?" Ryou asked.

"Nooooo." Marik drawled. "I went walking this morning and I saw the guy from the club, the one I ran into, he went into this store so I followed him and I talked to him, his name is Malik!"

Ryou and Bakura just starred at him then Bakura spoke. "Marik, why is this so important? You met some guy, whoop for you."

Marik pouted. "You don't care?"

Ryou sighed and hugged Marik. "Congratulations Marik."

"Thanks Ry-Ry." He hugged the smaller boy back and gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

Bakura glared and snatched Ryou back. "Now piss-off." Bakura growled.

"Fine!" Marik sighed dramatically before leaping over the back of the couch and going in search for Yami. "Yaaaammmmiiii!"

Yami was in the kitchen making himself lunch, heated left-over pizza.

"Marik." Yami acknowledged.

"Guess what!" Marik grinned, hopping up onto the counter.

"You're going to die?" Yami asked, slightly hopefully.

"No silly!" Marik grinned. "I met the hottest guy ever!"

Yami raised an eyebrow. "So?"

"Soooo, I really like him and he's cute and hot and sexy and hot!"

"Did you scare him off?" Yami asked.

"N-yes." Marik nodded a strange glint in his eyes.

"Are you high? Because if you are you have to tell me." Yami interrupted.

"Why is everyone asking me that?"

"Look Marik, I suggest you stay well clear of this guy, if he has any common sense he'll stay well clear of you." Yami took his cooked pizza and headed over to the table.

"Awww Yami." Marik grinned following his friend. "Hey where is pipsqueak anyway?"

"Yugi is busy." Yami growled.

"Yea, screwing other guys." Marik grinned. "I've gotta go anyway."

Marik dodged the thrown pillow and headed back out the door. He half walked half skipped to the art store, a huge grin on his face and a glint in his eye.

Malik was getting annoyed. He wanted to leave Domino and go back to Tokyo and get this whole mission over with. He hated having to be here and he hated being here alone. He kicked at a stone that lay on the path and continued on to the book store.

He had eventually found some half decent clothing and some eatable food. He looked up as he came to the book store Golden Pages.

He shrugged and opened the door; a soft bell rang over the door and Malik's eyes slowly adjusted to the gloom and he looked around.

There was little lighting and rows upon rows of books that stacked high, there was a thin layer of dust on most parts of the store and a desk stood by with an ancient cash register and a lamp that was turned on.

"Hello?" Malik called, he waited but heard nothing.

"Hello." Malik jumped and spun around, his hand going to the gun that wasn't there.

He looked around and saw only a woman in her early thirties with short white-gold hair that was spiked and foiled with pink, black, red, purple, blue and green. Small oval glasses were perched on the bridge of her nose and her ears were priced four times on each side. She smiled warmly at Malik and brushed past him to the desk.

"Sorry to have startled you, dear." She smiled, placing the cup down and turning back around.

Malik got to get a good look at her clothing and raised a thin eyebrow. She wore a short black skirt and black stockings that were ripped in some places and a white blouse with a black business jacket that was size too big.

"Can I help you at all?" She turned around and went to seat behind the desk, turning on the lamp.

"I was looking for a book…" Malik cast an eye to the dusty volumes on the shelves.

"Well that's what we do here, what are looking for?" She rested her head on the palm of her hand and watched him through sky-blue eyes.

Malik shrugged. "Whatever I guess."

She watched him for a long minute and then finally stood and disappeared behind a row of books. She emerged seconds later carrying a thick book.

"Romeo and Juliet. Do you like the classics?" She held amusement in her eyes as she placed the book in Malik's hands.

"Never heard of it." Malik crinkled his nose as he wiped the dust away.

"Well you'll love it, it has it all, action, love, death and violence." She smiled.

"I'll get it." Malik paid for the book and turned to go.

"Happy readings." She called pleasantly as Malik closed the door behind him.

"That is one strange lady…" Malik murmured. He walked on, book tucked under his arm, and soon came across a closed off street.

There were stalls set up selling about everything you wanted. There were food carts, books, jewellery, mats, toys, trinkets and other such things. Also there were musicians and acrobats juggling fire, cartoonists' sketched people into their Maga forms, painters used their bright colours to capture landscapes and people, selling their masterpieces to all who were willing to buy.

Malik looked on and smiled to himself. Maybe this city wasn't so bad. He made his way down the streets and took time to stop at each stall and look through their items.

He was looking through the artists when he spotted someone and groaned. Not to far away be none other than Marik. An easel set up in front of him and a small table with his paints and brushes. He was concentrating as he finished his work, behind him was a table displaying items that one could buy.

Malik casually blended with a group of people and slipped behind Marik's back to look through his work. There were only four paintings for sale, all at rather high prices, but one could easily understand when they saw the work.

The first was a painting of the Domino Park, it was noon and the sky was stained pink, the main focus was the hill were one person stood. A woman with long hair that blew across her face, she wore a traditional gold and red kimono and she held a single purple rose.

The second was of a street corner, it was painted in a stretched way, making everything look faded and stretched. The main focus was of only a lone car as it turned the corner, it was old and rusty with a busted light and a cracked wind shield.

The third was of old traditional Japanese wishing well, the place was deserted and there was what seemed to be wind blowing as coloured leaves danced around and rocked the old rope back.

The fourth was of a mirror, showing the reflection of a young boy, his hair ruffled in sleep and eyes wide and mouth thin. The painting was blurred as it was a mirror but it was clear to see a bed and a lamp.

Malik could quiet understand Marik's style and stood starring at the paintings, even after his 'cover crowed' left.

"Like what you see?" A suggestive voice breathed in his ear.

Malik spun around and almost hit Marik on the nose.

"Wow easy tiger." Marik grinned, grabbing Malik lightly by the upper arms.

Malik glared at him the realized he'd dropped his book and pulled out of his grasp and picked up the book.

"Romeo and Juliet didn't think you were such a romantic." Marik smirked.

"Not when you're concerned." Malik snapped.

"Feisty aren't we." Marik's smirk didn't falter as he watched the flustered teen.

"Look I'm going." Malik brushed past him walked away.

"Ok, see you around gorgeous!" Malik flipped him off. "Love you too!"

"Jerk." Malik growled.

TBC

HD: sorry for the wait, I had no inspiration, until I played basketball (were I get most of my ideas) and I was inspired!

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