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

Notes: C'mon, people! I'm finally updating this again, and it's got more hits than reviews. I LIKE reviews! They make me happy! So can I please get some reviews for this chapter?

Chapter Four

Ryou sat in Malik's room, the two of them studying for various classes. The younger Ishtar was the first person he called once leaving his own home. He needed a quiet place to study, and Malik had offered to have him over the day before. So now, they were both lying on the violet-eyed teen's four-poster bed, looking over notes, reading over the text.

It wasn't completely silent, though. In the room next to them, Ryou could hear Marik strumming at his guitar. The snowy haired teen found it soothing, providing enough noise so the silence didn't bother him, but not so loud that he couldn't study. He only wished his own brother would be that way.

Glancing next to him, he saw Malik let out a sigh and close his book. "I'm tired of this..." he grumbled, "I hate studying."

Ryou chuckled. "It has to be done," he said softly, closing his own book. "Your brother's really good. I wish I could play like that."

"Can you play?" Malik questioned, putting his things into his bag, shoving it under his bed.

"No," Ryou admitted. "Bakura wanted me to learn drums, but they're too loud. The guitar has the ability to be soothing, the drums don't.
Malik chuckled, getting off the bed. "C'mon," he ordered, grabbing Ryou's hand, pulling him from the bed.

"Wait, where are we going?" Ryou asked, chocolate eyes wide as Malik pulled him from the room. "Malik!"

Malik chuckled, carefully opening the door to Marik's bedroom. The older Ishtar was on his bed, dressed in a pair of black pants, the blood red guitar resting against his bare stomach. His eyes were closed, blonde hair fanning out around him. Tan fingers danced lovingly over the strings, and Ryou couldn't help but compare it to the gentle caress of a lover.

"Isn't he awesome?" Malik asked quietly, although that was unnecessary. It was a well-known fact that when Marik Ishtar was playing a guitar, an atomic bomb could go off, and he'd never hear it.

Ryou nodded, watching him. "He is..." he agreed.

Malik smiled privately, pulling himself away from the room when he heard the doorbell. He pulled the front door open, finding Seto and Yami standing there, debating in Egyptian. Shaking his head, Malik chuckled. "Why do you two even knock?" he asked, and they stared at him oddly. "You practically live here as it is."

Yami chuckled. "Yeah, but Yugi says it's rude to just waltz into someone's home," he explained, "which is why we do it most of the time, anyway."

Seto rolled his eyes, hearing Marik's guitar playing. "How long has he been playing this time?" he asked, kicking his shoes off before heading down the hall.

"Hm, I'd say about three hours," Malik said, following him. Yami kicked his shoes off as well before following them, coming to stand outside Marik's bedroom door with the other three teens. "He just keeps going, one song after another. There isn't even a pause between them."

Seto nodded. "That's usually how he is," he commented, going into the room, grabbing an amp and guitar that were against the wall, plugging them in. Grinning, Yami followed Seto's lead, but grabbed a bass guitar instead. When they heard Marik's tune change into a new song, they started playing along, the room filling with bass and more guitars.

Marik opened his eyes, hearing the sound change and grinned, seeing his two friends in the room, Malik and Ryou standing at the door. The three of them continued to play together through the song, each person adding their own style. Towards the middle of the song, Marik finally got off the bed and went over to Seto and Yami, standing in a triangle. The song finally ended, and each teen shut off their amps.

"When did you two get here?" Marik questioned, setting his guitar on the bed.

"Right before you started playing the song," Seto said, leaning against the wall.

Yami nodded. "Yup, now get a shirt on and let's go," he said. "We were gonna go to the mall today, remember?"

Marik groaned, lying back on the bed. "Yami, I don't want to go to the mall," he stated. "I just wanna..."

"Sit here and play!" Yami finished for him, waving the blonde off. "That's all you ever want to do! C'mon, Marik, you said you'd go to the mall with us!" Going over to the bed, Yami climbed on it and sat on the bigger teen. "All you ever do is play! It's no wonder you don't have a boyfriend!"

Marik glared up at him. "What does me constantly playing have anything to do with getting a boyfriend?" he asked. "...and what makes you think I even want one? All they do is get in the way." Shoving the other guitarist off him, Marik got up from the bed.

Yami pouted. "Not always," he said, trailing his fingers over the bed with a grin. "They can be quiet fun, can't they Kaiba?"

Seto nodded. "Loads," he agreed. "But we didn't come here to get Marik a boyfriend, we came here to go to the mall."

"...and if he gets a boyfriend while there, then good for him," Yami stated, glaring at Seto.

"Kaiba, that's the whole reason he wants to go to the mall," Marik stated, rolling his eyes. "I don't see why you are deciding when I should get a boyfriend."

"Um, because someone your age should be getting laid?" Yami suggested.

"Only according to a sex fiend like you," Kaiba countered. Yami glared, then pouted, sitting back on the bed.

"C'mon, Marik, go to the mall!" Malik said. "...and take me! There's this little outfit at the leather store that I wanna--"

"Malik! Shut up!" Marik snapped, eyes narrowing. "I don't want to know."

Yami chuckled. "Malik, you little nympho," he commented, earning a smack in the back of the head from Marik, and a glare. "Ow! Shitfucker! What did I do?"

Seto rolled his eyes. "You know, you could make them stop if you just came with us," he said to the blonde.

"Who's side are you on?" Marik demanded.

"I'm neutral," Seto stated, patting Marik's shoulder.

Marik rolled his eyes and sighed. "Fine! We're going..." he grumbled. "Even you two," he added to Malik and Ryou.

Malik squealed with delight, giving his brother a big hug, which once again wasn't returned, before leaving the room, dragging Ryou with him. "Malik! We can't go to the mall! We're supposed to be studying!" Ryou hissed.

Malik shrugged. "You need to have fun once and a while," he stated. "We'll be there for a couple hours, and then we'll come back and study, I promise."

Ryou watched Malik carefully and sighed, nodding. "Alright, we'll go to the mall," he said. "...then come back and study!"

Malik nodded. "Right! We'll go shopping, then come back for an orgy!" he said, pulling his shoes on, standing by the front door.

Ryou blushed furiously. "No! That's not what I said!" he stated, shaking his head.

"What's his problem?" Yami asked, walking out into the living room.

"All I heard was something about an orgy," Malik said, laughing. "Apparently, he's horny."

"Shut up!" Ryou shouted at Malik.

"I'm confused," Marik said, watching the three of them.

"That's nothing new," Seto replied, rolling his eyes.

Marik glared. "Slut."

"Whore," Seto countered.

"Skank," Marik said, pulling his shoes on.

"Wow, feel the love radiate like toxic waste," Yami commented, shaking his head. "Now, lets go before Marik changes his mind."

They entered the mall later in the day. Ryou was instantly pulled off by Malik, heading for the music store. The three guitarists stared before shaking their heads, getting something to drink before sitting at a table. Marik drank his coffee s he stared out into the crowd of people. The violet eyed teen wasn't thrilled with being at the mall.

"So, now that we have a drummer, do you think we can do the pep rally?" Yami asked his friends. "I'd be pissed if Keith got it."

Seto shrugged. "That's up to Motou," the brunette stated. "If it were up to me, we would have done it without the drummer."

Marik chuckled. "Or we would have dragged Joey into it for that day," he commented. "Some songs aren't good without drums."

"Then we would have done a song that sounds good without drums," Seto stated. Blue eyes glanced over Yami's starfish hair and his eyes narrowed.

Marik was about to ask what the problem was when he felt a hand weave into his golden spikes, rubbing back and forth hotly. A tan hand went up instantly, grasping the person's wrist. "Down boy," the person said with a laugh.

With a glare, Marik stood and shoved the person away. "Fuck off, Keith," he hissed, fixing his hair. "And don't touch my hair. I'd like to keep it long and not have to torch my hair to get rid of your stench."

Keith's eyes narrowed from behind his sunglasses. "Cute, Ishtar," he snarled. "I just came to tell you that I'll have fun playing at the pep rally."

Yami glanced to his friends, then to Keith. "Incase you haven't noticed, we have a drummer now, so we can play now if that's what Grandpa Motou decides."

Keith laughed outright. "Sure, like he'll give it to you when he's been with you for a day, and the pep rally is next week," he said. "You can't possible put something together in such a short time."

"Watch us," Marik growled. "I refuse to let you play at the pep rally. You haven't played at a pep rally yet, and I'm not going to let this be your first time."

Keith stared at Marik, then grinned. "Well, we'll just see on Monday, won't we?" he asked, then stalked off.

Marik snarled. "I'm going home," he said angrily, then grabbed his coffee and stormed away from the table and out of the mall.