Title: Live a Little
Rating: PG13/R
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! But if I did, oh there would be so much yaoi!
Warnings: Yaoi, OOC-ness

Chapter Three

Malik stood in the back kitchen, drinking from the cup of soda he had since his shift started. He wasn't even supposed to be in, but someone called in sick, and he had to cover for them. He sighed, glancing around the back as people scrambled to wash dishes and cook food. Shaking his head, he walked out, going over to where all the serves usually stood and waited for customers.

"Ishtar! There's someone at table eight for you!" The hostess called out to him and he nodded, putting a smile on his face as he headed over to the table in question.

"Hello, my name is Malik and I'll--Bakura?" The blonde stopped, staring at the teen. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought you might like this back," Bakura said simply, tossing him his forgotten wallet.

Malik caught it, staring down at the black leather. "Um, thanks," he said. "Is that the only reason you came here?"

Bakura shook his head. "I'll also take a stack of chocolate chip pancakes," he said. "…and coffee, black."

Nodding, Malik wrote his order down and smiled softly. "Okay, your order will be out shortly," he stated, taking the menu and going into the back kitchen.

Nearly ten minutes later, Bakura had his coffee, and Malik was bringing him his pancakes. "When do you get off?" Bakura questioned.

"You're my last customer, actually," Malik stated. "I can leave once you're done, but then I have to wait for Marik to get off work so he can come get me."

"Where does he work?" Bakura questioned, drowning his pancakes with syrup.

"An electronics store on Main Street," Malik answered, watching the white haired teen. "You do know those are going to be beyond sweet, right? Ra knows they have enough sugar just from the chips in them."

Bakura stopped, looking up at Malik. "…did you just say Ra?" he asked, staring.

Malik blushed slightly and nodded. "See, my family's Egyptian, and Marik's really into the mythology, so instead of saying God, he says Ra, and I'm just use to hearing to so much that I say it," he explained, shrugging. "I take it you aren't use to hearing someone say Ra instead?"

"No, it's not that," Bakura said. "I'm not use to people saying Ra period."

Malik laughed. "Just wait until Yami and Marik are arguing, and listen to some of what they say," he said. "Yami's Egyptian, too. He and Marik were actually born in the same town before we moved here, and his family followed shortly after."

"You know, for as much as I love learning about your brother, I'd like to know more about you," Bakura stated, taking a bite of his pancakes.

Malik blushed. "Me? Well, um…" he trailed off, not sure what to say.

"Tell you what, let me finish, and I'll give you a ride to where your brother works, and we can talk in the car," Bakura said.

"Um, alright," Malik said, going back into the kitchen.

Smirking, Bakura sat there, eating his pancakes. Sickenly sweet, just how he liked them. There was enough syrup for at least four piles of pancakes, and he managed to get it all on one. After twenty minutes, he had finished them off, along with his coffee. Malik couldn't believe it when he came out to give him his check.

"Just let me clock off and change then I'll be ready," the blonde said to Bakura, who nodded and went to pay for his meal. The older teen paid for his meal, ignoring the admiring look he got from the hostess. He wasn't looking for a girlfriend at the moment, and even if he was, it sure wouldn't be her. "Alright, I'm ready," Malik announced, walking up to Bakura.

Nodding, Bakura handed over his debit card, waiting for the little paper he would have to sign. He waited for a few moments before the paper and his card was shoved back in front of him. Signing, he took his copy and left without getting a receipt. Pulling his car keys from his pocket, he got into his blood red RX8, Malik getting into the passengers side.

"You have a racers car?" Malik questioned, looking around.

Bakura nodded again, pulling out of the parking lot, My Chemical Romance blaring from the speakers. Reaching over, the white haired teen turned it down to a bare whisper in the background. "So where is this place?" he asked.

"It's the second building on the left once we turn onto main, you can't miss it, it's huge," Malik said, resting his head against the window. "So where's Ryou at?" he asked.

"Home," Bakura answered shortly. "He's working on some chemistry thing."

"Ugh, I hate chemistry," Malik muttered.

Bakura chuckled. "The only thing I liked about chemistry was blowing stuff up," he stated.

Malik laughed. "Reminds me of Marik," he commented. "It's right there."

Bakura looked to where Malik was pointing and pulled into the parking lot, finding a parking space relatively close to the store. Shutting off the car, they got out and went into the store. Inside was a sight for any comedian who needed material. Marik, Duke, and Tristan were on the rotating display, singing and dancing to Respect by Aretha Franklin. Shaking his head, Malik strolled over to the stereo and turned it off, getting their attention.

"Malik! ...what're you doing here?" Marik asked, dropping Duke, as they were in the middle of a dip.

"Ow! Bastard!" Duke cursed, rubbing his head.

"I came here for a ride home," Malik answered, eyebrow raised. "I can't wait to tell Seto and Yami about this."

"What?" Marik exclaimed. "You can't! Kaiba would never let me live it down."

"Then give me your car keys," Malik said with an innocent smile.

"Wait an hour! You don't have a license, and I sure as hell ain't letting you my car!" Marik stated.

Malik pouted. "Can't we pretend I have a license?" he asked.

"No!" Marik stated. "...how did you get here?"

"Bakura gave me a ride," Malik answered, then sighed. "How do you expect me to wait an hour for you to get off work? Can't you ask to get off early?"

Marik rolled his eyes, hopping off the rotating display. "No, I can't, and quit whining. Act like an Ishtar."

Malik stuck his tongue out. "I hate waiting," he mumbled, plopping down in his usual chair.

"The poor baby," Marik said, rolling his eyes.

"Um, Marik, we have to have this done before you leave," Tristan said, pointing to the display.

Duke nodded. "Now, turn the music back on, bitch," he said to the blonde, who raised an eyebrow in reply. The longhaired teen chuckled. "Please?" Shaking his head, Marik turned the stereo back on and they went back to work. Malik sighed, dropping into the nearby chair. He watched quietly as Marik, Duke, and Tristan put the display together, showcasing the newest entertainment system.

"Hey, Ishtar!" Bakura called out from somewhere in the store.

"Which one?" The Ishtar brothers asked, both looking at where Bakura walked out.

"Marik," Bakura stated, and the older blonde went over to the other teen. They went back to where Bakura had been looking at the plasma screen TVs, and pointed to one. "How much is that?"

Marik looked up to the one he was pointing at and shrugged. "Hold on," he said, going over to the front desk. He grabbed the price chart, looking up the TV price. Once he found it, the blonde went back over to Bakura. "Seven-forty-nine," he answered.

"I'll take it," Bakura stated. "We need a new TV, the one we have is so old it gets three colors."

Marik chuckled, nodding. "You want to take it home, or have it delivered?" he asked, walking over to the front desk with Bakura.

"Delivered," Bakura answered, pulling out his debit card. He purchased the huge TV, and Marik put in the order for it to be delivered to Bakura's address.

"Alright, it'll be there by eight," Marik stated, handing Bakura his receipt. The other teen nodded, and put everything into his wallet.

"Can we go yet?" Malik asked from his seat.

Marik rolled his eyes. "Yes, you fucking woman, we can go," he said. "I need to tell the boss I'm leaving, and then you can drag me wherever you need to go."

Malik grinned. "Finally!" he said. "...does that mean we can go to the mall?"

Marik rolled his eyes again. "No," he stated, narrowing his eyes at his younger brother. "I'm not going to sit there while you flirt with the guy at the noodle cart."

Malik pouted. "But he's cute!" he whined.

"...and I care because...?" Marik prompted.

Malik stared. "Because I'm your baby brother and you like to keep me happy?" he suggested with an innocent smile.

"...I always like when pigs fly, and that doesn't happen," Marik countered.

Duke rolled his eyes. "Ishtar, just take the dork to the mall," he ordered, "keep him happy and out of your hair."

Marik sighed. "Fine," he grumbled.

Malik beamed. "You're so wonderful!" he said, giving his older brother a hug, which wasn't returned, but he was use to it.

Marik sighed. "Just let me go change..." he mumbled, heading into the back.

Bakura entered his house, dropping his keys onto the side table, kicking his shoes off. Slipping his jacket off, the teen went into the kitchen, grabbing a soda from the fridge. He rotated his neck, hearing it pop has he left the kitchen and headed to his bedroom. The brown eyed teen look a little irritated at seeing his mother's stuff thrown out around the house. He growled softly, kicking some of her clothes out of his way as he went into his room.

Going over to the stereo, he turned it on before falling into his bed, rock music pumping into his room, making the walls shake. Sighing contently, Bakura closed his eyes and sipped from the can, his foot shaking to the beat of the music. While the loud music would normally give people a headache, it had a soothing affect on Bakura, making him relax, sometimes even falling asleep.

His eyes snapped open when the music ended prematurely, seeing his younger brother, Ryou, standing by the stereo. With a glare and a growl, he got up and went over to the stereo, shoving Ryou away. "What the hell are you doing in my room?" he demanded.

"Your music is too loud," Ryou stated meekly. "I'm trying to study."

Bakura's glare intensified. "I don't care," he stated, turning it back on.

"Bakura!" Ryou huffed and turned it off again. "Keep it down! It's rude to have it up so loud!"

"I don't care!" Bakura snapped, shoving Ryou into the wall. "Now get the hell out of my room! If you want to study so damn much, go to the fucking library!"

Ryou stared up at Bakura from the floor as his older brother turned the stereo back on, and he could feel the walls vibrate. Sighing, he got up and went back into his room, slowly backing his things before grabbing his cell and leaving the apartment, scrolling through his Rolodex before calling someone.