Chapter 6: Myoid and milk

Oh! I'm so sorry! I wrote half of this chapter last night, but I lost it because somebody turned my computer off, I think. So I had to rewrite it, and it's not as good. But I suppose it'll do. Enjoy!

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Dragon-Charmer16- Yes, Malik and Ishizu and Odion are all vegetarians. I'm dead serious. I guess everyone in their little hole-in-the-ground got sick of "rat burgers" or whatever. Yay! Somebody insults Yami! And… MMMMMMMMMM, SPARE RIBS!

- glomps Yugi-- No odd words? Wah. And, yes. You will soon find out what Malik has…

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yugirules- Yeah, we all know that Joey can read. … (starts laughing hysterically)

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"What about now?"

Tristan twisted his arms in a different way and flexed.

Tea just laughed at her friend. "I doubt any of that is actually muscle. It's probably just myoid."

"Yeah, thanks," Tristan said glumly.

Tea stifled another giggle. Tristan took everything a girl said so seriously. Suddenly, she jumped a foot in the air.

"Tea!" Tristan reached out and grabbed her arm before she fell.

"What's wrong with you?" he admonished. "It was just the bell."

"The bell?" Tea repeated, dazed. "Oh, right! It's right behind me, isn't it."

"It was behind you; now it's above you. Come on; get up. I'll see you after gym class, Tea."

Tea nodded and waved goodbye to her friend. "Alright, see ya!" She started to walk directly into the mess of students in the hallway.

Tristan walked over to Yugi. "Hey, Yug'!"

Yugi looked up from his Rubiks cube. He was showing his perplexed friend Hanasaki how to complete one. "Oh, hey Tristan."

"Is that a Rubiks cube?"

"Uh-huh." Click, click, click.

"Can I try?" Tristan asked. Yugi and Hanasaki both sweat dropped. They were far above insulting their friend's intelligence, but…

"Sure, Tristan." Yugi handed Tristan the cube and watched Tristan mess up everything he'd been working on for the past five minutes.

"Cool! Hey, this is fun."

Hanasaki sighed. Yugi shook his head and sighed as well.

"Hey, Yugi," Tristan said amidst all of his mighty concentration of the humble cube, "Tea wants to talk to you about something."

"Oh."

At this point, I think I'd rather talk to somebody else.

"Well, we have to go to gym class now, so…" Yugi trailed off, trying to quash his inner smile. He didn't really want to talk to any girls right now. They always put him down. And he had a good idea of what it was Tea wanted to say.

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaami!"

Marik groaned. "What is it!"

"Could you bring me some milk!"

"Say 'please'!" Marik taunted.

"Yamiiiiiiiii!"

"SAY IT, DAMN YOU!"

Silence. And then a sigh. "Okay… 'please'?"

"Certainly," Marik responded, getting up to go get some milk. It was unfair. His hikari wasn't more than three feet away on the couch, reading a book on Chemistry and studying the difference between thymol and amidol while he lay in a nest of comforters. All he had had to do was cough a few times, and he had the whole household believing his was sick.

Marik himself was sick as well, but nobody really gave a damn. Ishizu and Odion both hated him. Not that he really gave a damn whether they liked him or not. The only opinions he respected were the ones of Malik, Bakura…

And Yugi. Or, maybe. He does have some pretty interesting points, some of the time. Ech, rarely, though. He's such a goody-goody. Stupid Pharaoh's brat…

"Oh, Yami. Did you happen to get my ten dollars back?"

"It was five, hikari."

"Whatever. Did you get it back?"

Marik growled. "No! Gaki-me threw fireworks at me!"

Malik paused in his reading long enough to give his younger half (remember, folks, Marik is only 6 in real years, though not in mental age) a blank stare. "You're kidding, I presume?" he said, flipping a page of his book.

Marik sighed. "I wish I could say so!" Marik sighed. Marik sighed. Marik sighed.

Malik looked up at him, raising one eyebrow. "What, you depressed or something?"

"Nah."

I wonder what crazy, idiotic thing Marik's going to bug me with next, Yugi wondered. Rain pounded against the windows in the gym.

He heard thunder.

I can't wait to get him again… I think I did a good job last time… sans the incident where he caught me with my fireworks.

It thundered again. Or, it might've just been his heart.