DIS: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Here is the next chapter of this small, but humorous fic. Enjoy!

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A conversation with Malik and Marik

At the same that Yami and Yuugi were arguing with each other in their Millennium Puzzle, Marik and Malik were also talking in their Millennium Item.

"You know what?" Marik suddenly asked, laying on his stomach on his bed.

"Eh?" Malik looked at him disinterestedly.

"You really disgust me."

"Shut up, camel piss."

"(OO) You know what? STOP HANGING AROUND BAKURA! The yami is supposed to dominate this relationship, dammit!"

"RELATIONSHIP?" Malik exploded, whipping around to look at Marik. "What the HELL do you mean by that! Dammit, I'm not your girlfriend! You can go ahead and look at Mazaki or Kujaku for that kind of shit!"

"WHO?" Marik frowned, trying to think of who those girls were. Malik sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Anzu Mazaki and Mai Kujaku. You know, the chick I controlled and the blonde skank you sent to the Shadow Realm? Ring a bell, stupid? You no comprendo?"

"Stop speaking Spanish," Marik snapped. "I comprehend! And if your small and highly stupid brain didn't figure it out, Mazaki is head over heels in love with the bony Pharaoh."

"Pff," Malik snorted, waving a hand dismissively. "Come on! You took after my looks. You think she can resist the handsomeness of moi?"

"...Yeah. Actually, I do." Malik glared at him.

"Shut up, pointy." Marik's jaw dropped in disbelief. Malik eyed his hair thoughtfully, asking, "By the way, do you have any idea what kind of weapon you've got loaded on your skull? It's even pointier than Yami's head!" Malik cackled, amused by his own joke. Marik growled, lunging on him. "GET OFFA ME!"

"NOT IN YOUR LIFE, KAIBA MOLESTOR!"

"WHAT??" A huge dust fight proceeded.

(Later)

"So..." Malik said, clearing his throat and nursing a sore jaw. "Take your pick: Mazaki or Kujaku?"

"Shut up, fairy." Malik twitched.

"Are you calling me gay?" Marik eyed him with a sneer on his face.

"Who wouldn't? After all, what the hell is up with that hoodie thing you wore? Everyone could see your belly and they probably thought that you were some kind of cross dresser – or a girl."

"...Is that why you changed my clothes?"

"Duh."

"THERE WAS NOTHING WRONG WITH MY CLOTHES! I JUST ACCIDENTALLY GOT TOO SMALL OF A SIZE!"

"AND YOU COULDN'T HAVE GONE BACK AND BOUGHT THE RIGHT SIZE?" Marik boomed back. "Dear Ra, Malik, I was embarrassed to even say I came from you!"

"You know what? Go back from whence you came!"

(Pause)

"Wait..." Malik frowned. "That would be me."

"(--) You don't say? You want me back in your body, homo-boy?"

"I tell you, I'm NOT GAY!"

"Right. Prove it."

"FINE!" Malik stormed out of Marik's soul room and then returned with an arm full of what looked like photos. Marik eyed it suspiciously until his abiou dumped it on his lap. "SATISFIED?"

"(o.o) You little pervert...These are all of Mazaki." He eyed him suspiciously. "What are you hiding, Malik?"

"No, no, they're not all of Anzu," Malik assured, picking out some pictures. "See? There are a few of Kujaku, too."

"Ahh..." Marik tilted his head to the side, looking at the picture with raised eyebrows. "This is something else, Malik."

"Yeah, it is, huh?" He grinned. "I'm pretty proud of myself!"

"Did they catch you?"

"Er...Not...really..." Marik sighed, setting the pictures down and crossing his arms across his chest in an authority-like manner.

"Now, Malik, what has your sister and Rishid said about lying?" He demanded with a raised brow. Malik sighed as well, rolling his eyes to the heavens.

"That lying is bad and that it is a sin to do such a thing. Also it causes problems in relationships."

"So, I will ask you this again: did they catch you?"

"Not really," Malik replied simply. "Well, they kind of did and kind of didn't."

"Explain."

"Okay..."

Flashback

"Ugh, I hate these kinds of sweaters!" Mai complained to Anzu. Malik balanced himself on the branch to Anzu's window, in all black and with a camera. "They're sooo tight!" She tore off the sweater just as Anzu took hers off, too.

"I wish we had gotten some different ones," she remarked.

"WOTCHA!" They whirled around as Malik burst into the room and took multiple pictures of them. "Thank you, ladies! I bid you adieu! – Oh, thanks for the pictures!"

"PERVERT ALERT!" Both girls shrieked. Malik's eyes widened and he quickly jumped out of the window.

"OW! SON OF A BITCH!" He rubbed his back and then quickly ran as they heaved a TV out the window after him.

End Flashback

"(o.o)..." Marik was staring at his abiou with the weirdest expression on his face as Malik gathered the photos. He turned to Marik with a sigh.

"Yeah, so technically I was caught, but they didn't know who I was."

"You had better hope that's the case, Malik," Marik remarked.

"Hey," Malik nudged him, grinning slyly, "what do you say about a panty raid?"

"I'm in!" Marik immediately said.

(Obviously, these two Egyptians are major perverts.)

"But you know," Marik said after a moment, "I still think you're a fairy."

"DAMMIT, MARIK – "

"I mean, yeah, you don't got the wings or anything, but come on! You've got a frickin' magical golden wand."

"(oO) What the hell are you talking about?"

"Huh?"

"(x.x)...You going through that whole bad memory thing again?"

"What are you talking about?" Marik demanded with a frown. "Geez, you can act like a real homo sometimes. No wonder I thought you were gay."

"(-.-) Whatever, Marik."

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DIS: Yeah...I know that wasn't as good as the first one, but mostly because there are more insults to be thrown at Yuugi and Yami. Anyway, please review on your way out and tell me how you liked it. On to the last chapter, Bakura and Ryou! Ciao!