Sweet In Disguise
Written By OtakuChild
DISCLAIMER: Um...Malik's still wearing clothes in the dub, so I no own. ^^ I also don't own the Fender Guitar Company, or Mortal Kombat, and all that good crap. ^^ *hides*
Um...yeah! So here's chapter three...their first date! Yahoo! Lotsa fluffy goodness in this one, people!
Um...yeah! I'm back! Exhausted, yes, but back! So..um...not much else to say, except that here is chapter three! Woo!

Key:
/Blah/ = Hikari to Yami
//Blah// = Yami to Hikari

Malik is Malik(the hikari).
Bakura is Yami Bakura.

WARNINGS:
Shonen Ai, Malik wearing make-up, Bakura making out with his guitar...^^'' OOC-ness, AU.

Chapter Three: First Date

"YAY! My hikari-kins is going on his first date...oh..." Marik let out a fake sniff. "You're very first date, ever, and with a boy! I'm so proud of you!" Marik glomped his hikari.
"MARIK! Stop! It's a small, non-romantic-in-any-way date to make this whole situation go away!"
"Oh, yeeeeees," Marik sneered sarcastically. "A crown of roses isn't romantic in any way whatsoever. Niether is tracing a hand along someone's cheekline. Malik, honestly! Who are you kidding?" Marik folded his arms. "I know you like him, not by much, mind you, but you let things seep into the link!"
"No I don't!" Malik retorted. "You snoop, you look where you shouldn't, and then you get the wrong ideas about things."
"Fine," Marik said. "Believe what you want, but know this: If you don't confront it, it will confront you."
And he left Malik to take his shower.

~.~.~.~

Bakura was jumping around his room, hammering riffs on his guitar like it was the last time he'd ever get to play.
"Yeeeeeah!I got a date with Mallliiiiiiik!" He screeched.
Ryou slowly backed away from the doorway. "Maybe now isn't a good time to ask him if he's ready..." Ryou said quietly.
Bakura shut off his Fender amp. "You wanted to ask me something, my odd little hikari?"
"I'm normal compared to you!" Ryou spat, question forgotten.
"Ryou, you're love life is nonexistent. It worries me. I mean...it's just not healthy, you know?" Bakura set his guitar on its stand and set about polishing it.
"This isn't about me. You have to pick up Malik in less than an hour!"
"Would you relax? I'm ready." Bakura said coolly. Indeed, he was wearing a whitepinstripe shirt that said, "PATIENT #17921" on the upper left shoulder, a pair of baggy black jeans, an assorted collection of spiked and studded bracelets and bangles on his wrists, and a spiked collar. Silver safety pins adorned his ears, and he had a modest silver hoop in his right eyebrow. All he was missing were socks and shoes.
"Besides, he's probably ready too," Bakura said.
Ryou burst into fits of laugher. "You soooooo don't know Malik, if that's what you think!"
"Shaddup! That will change tonight!" Bakura put the polish and the polish cloth away, and ignored Ryou. "Oh, my sweet little guitar," he cooed, hugging the stringed instrument. "I wuv you sooo..." He started planting little kisses on the fretboard of the guitar.
Ryou stopped laughing and looked at the scene. "Um, I'm just...going to leave the two of you alone now," he said, and promptly took off down the hallway.
Bakura got up and shut the door. "Good Goddess almighty, I thought he'd never leave," he murmured with a smirk.
/I HEARD THAT!/

~.~.~.~

"No! It doesn't look right! It-it's wrong!"
Malik tossed the shirt aside, and donned another one.
"NO! This one doesn't match!"
"You look fine," Marik said.
"No I don't! Look at me! I don't match!" Malik said.
"Malik, you're wearing black jeans. Everything matches black."
"Yeah, but look at me! This outfit is wrong! It says, 'I can't dress myself because I'm STUPID!'"
Marik let out a sigh. "You must really like him, you've never been this bent out of shape about your clothes."
"Ex-cuse me if I want to look nice," Malik snapped. "And I told you, I don't like him! Not like that!"
Marik grinned. "Yes you do."
"No I don't!"
"Yes you do!"
"No I don't!"
"Oh yeah? Malik, you've been getting ready for this date for the last two hours. You're even still oblivious to the fact that you've made a huge mess in your room."
Malik eyed the piles of clothes on the bed and the floor. "Oh, I made a mess!" He shrieked. "I must clean!"
Marik put a restraining arm around him. "Oh, no you don't!" He said. "I'll take care of it."
Malik yanked off the shirt he had on, and put on another, then studied himself in the mirror. "YES!" he screeched. "This is perfect! Now, accessories..."
And he dove into the his jewelry box, which was sitting placidly on the dresser. Marik left Malik to his handiwork.
Malik eventually finished getting ready, and was just checking himself in the mirror when Bakura arrived.
"MALIIIIK! BAKURRRAAAA'S HEEERE!"
Malik found himself smiling. He slid down the stair banister, suddenly feeling really nervous.
"Hey, pretty." Bakura said softly, smiling.
"Hey," he said shyly, glancing at a spot on the floor.
Why am I shy? he thought. This is dumb, I don't even like him! Not like that! I mean...he is nice and all, once you get past the whole drunken dumbass thing...and the roses were romantic, but...NO! I'm doing this to make this all blow over, and he'll get to know me, realize I'm a neurotic, psychotic, emotionally draining mess, and he won't 'like' me anymore. Yeah!
He snapped out of his thoughts and glanced up at Bakura, and forced his mouth closed to keep from gaping. He looked closer, and realized that Bakura was doing the same. There was an awkward silence for a few minutes, and then Bakura found his voice.
"Malik...you look beautiful."
Malik dug his toe into the carpet. "Um..thanks," he said.
God Damn! I'm letting my guard down! I gotta stop that! And why am I so nervous? Malik thought.
Malik had on a pair of form-fitting, faded black denim jeans that flared out a bit at the knee, and a dark orange, shimmery button-up dress shirt that also fit his dancer frame(1). The shirt had a slight gold hue when light hit it. He wore black sneakers to match the outfit. But that wasn't all. He wore a gold bracelet on his left wrist, and a watch on the other, and a gold band choker around his throat. Gold ankhs hung from his ears, and he had a gold ring on the cuff of his left ear as well. His eyes were lined exotically with black liquid liner, and his eyelids were dusted with an orangish-goldish eyeshadow that matched his shirt. His lips shined a bit with clear lip gloss.
Bakura resisted the urge to dip him and shove his tounge down Malik's throat, and instead walked to Malik and gave him a tight hug. Malik put his arms around Bakura's neck, and hugged back.
"You look really handsome too, Bakura," he whispered. Inside Malik's head was a whirlwind of emotion and chaotic thoughts.
Oh, NO! Why did I say that! BAD MALIK! Okay...um...to fix the situation...be distant the whole night! YEAH! I'm a genius! Good gods he's so handsome...NO! Keep those thoughts at bay, Malik!
Malik shut his eyes in an effort to shut his mind up so he could think rationally, and remembered where he was: caught in a hug with the man who caused the mental tornado.
"Why thank you," Bakura whispered back. He didn't expect Malik to call him handsome, and it made him all the happier. He regretfully released the hug, and Malik went over to Marik, who had escaped into the kitchen some time before to give the boys some privacy.
"Hey, we're going now!" Malik crooned cheerfully, grabbing his wallet on the way to the door.
"Wait! Let me check you over..." Marik ran to his hikari and gave him a once-over. "Okay! You're good to go!"
Malik walked to the door, but Marik held Bakura back.
"Listen, Bakura. I know how you feel about Malik, and I have no problem with you dating him, just know this. If you try anything weird with Malik, I will know, and you might just wake up missing some limbs, and other certain appendages. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I do," Bakura said seriously. "I'll have him home safe and sound, and I won't let him out of my sight." Bakura said.
"Good," Marik said. "Have fun."
"We will. See ya!"
"Bye, Marik!" Malik yelled from the entry room. Bakura followed Malik out the door. Once out in the cool night air Malik opened his wallet to make sure he had money and the proper legal identification, and, seeing it was there, looked to Bakura.
"Okay, I have everything. Let's go."
They headed off in the direction of the arcade, side by side. After they turned the corner Bakura took his hand. Malik squeezed it back appreciativley, to his surprise. They continued walking in silence. Malik lost himself in his thoughts, letting Bakura lead him to the arcade. He was still nervous, no doubt about that, and a little scared. He was nauseated from the nervousness, and he worried that he wouldn't be able to keep dinner down. He reasoned that he just wouldn't eat, or he'd eat very little, but realized that would make Bakura worry, and he didn't want that, and the whole thing make Malik worry even more. And damn, wasn't this supposed to be a non-romantic date? Well, it would be, if his emotions were'nt getting in the way. Why was he feeling this way? He should not be feeling this way about someone who hit on him while drunk in a bar! SHIT! thought Malik.
"You're nervous."
Malik jumped a bit at having his thoughts interrupted. "I'm...I...h-how do you know?"
"Because you're squeezing the life out of my hand, and you're stammering."
"I...oh." Malik looked down, and they stopped walking. Bakura turned to face Malik, and gently massaged his shoulders.
"Don't be nervous. Why are you nervous?"
"Because...I..." Malik was certain if he opened is mouth again he'd be sick, but there was no avoiding Bakura, he realized. "I've never been on a date before, with anyone, and I...I never thought it would be with someone like you...I'm sorry."
Bakura didn't look hurt, much to Malik's surprise, and then to his relief, Bakura smiled.
"I know what you mean. Here, let's talk. I think we need to clear some things up." Bakura led Malik to a bench on the sidewalk, and the two sat down. Bakura took a deep breath.
"Look. I was such an ass at the bar, I still feel guilty. I almost never get drunk, but for some damned reason I got smashed that night. So don't be sorry. And you know what?"
"What?" Malik looked up at Bakura.
"I'm nervous too."
Bakura's words put Malik more at ease. "Hey! You tell me not to be nervous, and then you say that you're nervous!" Malik said, grinning.
Non-romantic my ass...oh...damn...who am I kidding? I barely know him, and now I have this crushy feeling...I give up. Malik thought. I just hope I'm doing the right thing. I hope it doesn't land me into trouble...or hurt. Who knows, maybe I'll find out why my heart suddenly decided to like him, when a few days before, I hated him. So, keep the screws in, at least this one night, and have some fun.
"I can't help it! I don't want to do something stupid!" Bakura said.
They looked at each other for a moment, and then they both started laughing.
"Maybe the video games will calm us down," Malik said. "Look, I see the arcade! Come on!"
He grabbed Bakura's hand and they jogged to the arcade. Just before they reached it Bakura let go and started running. "Race you!" he yelled over his shoulder.
Malik took off after him. "Hey! That's not fair! You got a head start!" But Malik sprinted, and shoved past Bakura towards the door.
"Hey!" Bakura shoved him back. They started giggling, and made one final sprint to the door. Malik streched out his hand, and so did Bakura, and they both touched it at the exact same moment.
"I win!" They both said. Then they looked at each other and started laughing again.
"We tied!" Malik crooned. "What are the odds of that?"
"Um...I dunno!" Bakura said. "But look! I see Mortal Kombat! Come on!"
They both entered the arcade, trying to catch their breath. Malik felt giddy, like a little kid, jumping and playing. They went to the change machine, got plenty of quarters, and Bakura led Malik to the Mortal Kombat machine.
"I know every character fatality," he said proudly, slipping in a quarter and pressing the 'Start' button. "Come on, fight me!"
"I think I'll just watch..." Malik said, wanting to see what Bakura was talking about. He loved video games, but didn't really follow Mortal Kombat that much.
"Aww...please? Don't tell me you're going to spend the whole date just watching me."
"No! I just...I want to watch you play this one, and then I'll play some others. Honest."
"Pleeeease?"
"..." Malik looked at the ground again.
"Pweeeeeeeeeeease? Pwetty Pweeease? Wif sugar and chewwies and ife cweam?"
Malik looked up at the unexpected, chibi-like plea, and straight into Bakura's eyes, which were tuned into chibi mode.
"I..."
Bakura cocked his head to one side, knowing that the chibi face was working.
No! Malik thought. Must resist chibi eyes! Oh...poo.
"Okay." Malik said, slipping a quarter into the slot on the right.
"Yay! I knew that would work." Bakura said with glee. He quickly picked Kung Lao out of the characters, and waited for Malik to do the same.
"You just got lucky," Malik retorted, and picked Rayden. The game loaded, and the fight began.
Malik was a bit clumsy on the controls, not knowing what to do. Bakura wasn't holding back, and that made it that much harder. Malik got an evil thought into his head.
"Ohmygosh! Look!" He shouted, waving his arms frantically and pointing. "It's the lead singer of The Scorpions(2)! And he's looking at you!"
"What? You're kidding? Where?" Bakura turned to look, and while unguarded, Malik made several attacks on his character.
"I win!" He cheered.
"Hey! You cheater!" Bakura said, but he was smiling. "I'll get you for that!"
Malik burst into giggles. During round two Bakura sneaked a hand behind Malik and started tickling him profusely.
"Ahhh-AAAAAHHHHH!! HAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!" Malik started laughing hysterically, and slid to the floor. Bakura attacked, and won the fight, then helped Malik back up.
"I told you I'd get you back," he purred in Malik's ear.
The tone of voice sent shivers up Malik's spine, but they were good shivers. Bakura showed off a few charachter fatalities, but decided to move on to a different game when a sideways glance revealed that Malik's tanned complexion was turning a shade of green.
They spent the next few hours playing video games, sometimes splitting up, sometimes staying together, but always having a blast. Malik had no idea that Bakura could be so much fun...when he wasn't getting drunk and hitting on him, that is. ^^
They eventually made their way to the pizza place down the street. Bakura held the door for Malik, and they walked to the counter to place their order.
"May I take your order?" The woman at the cash regisher said.
"Yes, we'll be eating here," Bakura said. "Um...what size do you want, Malik?"
"Whatever size you want." Malik shifted his weight from foot to foot. The nerves from the beginning of the night had vanished, and a wave of self-conciousness. He wasn't comfortable with eating in front of Bakura in the slightest.
"Well I was going to go with what size you wanted," Bakura said sheepishly.
"Oh...well...meduim I guess," Malik said sheepishly.
"Okay, medium it is. What toppings do you want?"
"Whatever toppings you want, I guess." Malik said. "Just no meat."
Bakura raised an eyebrow.
Malik looked at the floor again. "I...uh...I'm a vegetarian."
"It's okay." Bakura gave Malik's shoulder a comforting squeeze.
It was decided that Bakura's half would have nothing but meat, and that Malik's half would have all veggies. They paid for the pizza and recieved their ticket, and walked off to find a table.
"Where do you want to sit?" Bakura asked.
"Wherever you want to sit," Malik replied.
"But I want to sit where you want to sit," Bakura said, folding his arms.
"Well I want to sit wherever you want to sit," Malik said, grinning.
"Well then...uh...we'll sit there!" Bakura pointed to a random booth by the far wall of the building.
"Okay then! YAY!" Malik said. Bakura led a giggling Malik to the aforementioned booth.
Malik collapsed in the seat across from Bakura and stretched his arms.
"Whoooaaaah! That was fun!" He crooned.
Bakura was sitting a little uncomfortably, trying desperatley not to gaze at the tan crecent of stomach Malik's stretching exposed.
Malik finished his stretching and leaned back into the bench, resting his hands in his lap, never once noticing Bakura's discomfort.
There was a slight pause.
Well, there would have been a slight pause, except that neither of them could find anything to say, now that they weren't distracted by video games.
So the pause dragged on into an awkward silence.
It was Bakura who broke it.
"Soooo..." he said, a little uneasy, "You're a vegetarian."
"Yup." Malik leaned his head on his hand.
"May I...ask why?"
"I've just grown up that way, I think. I've never really wanted to eat meat, I went without for so long that my stomach gets upset if I eat it(3)."
"Ah, I see."
More silence.
"So..." Malik asked. "What do you do in your spare time?"
"Well...I play the guitar...(4)" Bakura said. "It's more like an obsession. I love it. I'm always tabbing songs, or writing solos. Trying to tab Metallica and Van Halen solos are the most fun." He smiled. "Sometimes I write stuff, and sometimes I sing, but mostly I play covers. I don't know why, maybe it's because I know it'll turn out okay."
Malik was listening in awe, trying not to let his draw drop into his lap.
Bakura smiled. "Didn't expect that outta me, did you?"
Malik slowly shook his head. "No...but...I mean...that's awesome! Wow! I..." he felt his cheeks grow hot, "I always wondered what it would be like to go out with a musician."
"Really?"
"Yeah. There's just...something to them, something I like," he said. "There's a depth to them, I think, like they can appreciate things in life that others can't..." he stared at his lap.
Bakura smiled. "You think so? I agree, I don't think I've ever met a shallow musician, though I suppose they're out there."
"Just not here," Malik said, grinning sheepishly, and started to giggle when he noticed Bakura had begun to blush. They sat for a few minutes, feeling the chemistry in the air, and not really knowing what to do next. It was Bakura who broke the silence, mentally noting that it was taking forever for the pizza to arrive.
"So...what do you do, in your spare time?" Bakura asked.
"Oh geez..." Malik thought for a minute. "I have no life. Spend time on the computer, sleep, shop, make prank calls to my sister while she's at work...and...I yell at squirrels."
Bakura tried not to laugh, but a chuckle escaped his lips anyway. "You yell at squirrels."
"Yes, I do."
"Why do you yell at squirrels?"
"Because squirrels are the root of all evil," Malik stated matter-of-factly.
"And how are squirrels evil?" Bakura leaned his chin on his hand.
"Well, you see, they are conspiring against us. Everyone thinks they'rs soooo cuuute nibbling at their little walnuts and accorns but if you look closely, they have this evil glint in their eye, like they know something we don't, like something's coming."
"Oh..you mean, like the apocalypse?" Bakura's eyes had an amused glint to them.
"Well, not that dramatic," Malik said. "I think it's more of a squirrel-takeover. Like they're plotting the demise of humanity."
It was at this point in the conversation that the pizza arrived, and both realized that they were starving. They dug into the pizza, squirrels and guitars forgotten. Well, Bakura dug in, but Malik took small, nibbly bites, afraid of getting something on his face, or worse, something in his teeth.
A few minutes later Bakura spoke up. "So, Malik, you said you were really interested in my playing the guitar. Do you play any musical instruments?"
"Well..." Malik swallowed. "I play the drums(5). And I sing. Oh, and I worship Led Zeppelin. Everyone thinks I'm psycho for that."
"I don't think you're psycho for that." Bakura said. "I think you're psycho because you yell at squirrels."
Malik started laughing hysterically.
"You see," said Bakura, "This proves my point!" Malik continued to laugh, and Bakura joined in as well. After a few seconds they both calmed down, and just gazed into each other's eyes. Malik felt more butterflies in his stomach. Bakura thought about how he could get lost in Malik's lavender eyes, and fought another blush.
Malik felt a yawn coming but tried to stifle it. It didn't work, and he covered his mouth to hide the yawn. Bakura noticed the yawn and checked his watch. The numbers read 11:45 PM.
"It is getting late," he pointed out.
"Meh, I don't mean to get sleepy..." Malik rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"Malik, it's almost midnight. I promised Marik I'd have you home by then."
"Oh!" Malik jerked awake. "We need to go then...I don't want him mad at you."
"Yeah, I like being alive..." Bakura mused.
"Being alive is good."
After packing their respective halves of the pizza in to-go boxes, they started down the sidewalk towards Malik's house, hand in hand. To pass the time they talked. They talked about favorite bands and computer stuff and webpages and Bakura explained why Malik's frames wouldn't work.
"You see, the index page houses all the tags. You can't just put them on the main part of where you want the frames to go."
"Oh, that explains it...duh..." Malik smiled, and leaned into Bakura a bit. "How did you get so computer-savvy?"
"When I'm not playing guitar I'm usually on the computer," Bakura said, a little embarrased. "I'm kind of a geek."
"Geeks are cool. Geeks run the world, you know."
"Yeah, I guess I'm kind of a closet geek."
Malik started laughing, but tripped over a crack in the cement and went flying. He let out a gasp, sure he was going to hit the ground and crack his head open. He was caught in midair by Bakura, who gently set him down, and kept an arm around him to help him regain his balance. Malik let out a shaky sigh of relief.
"Wow. Th-thanks," he breathed.
"It's nothing. I can't bring you home injured, now, can I?" Bakura smiled down Malik, and Malik felt safe and content in Bakura's arms. He felt himself drift off again.
"Here," Bakura hoisted Malik behind him, piggy-back style. "I'll carry you home." Bakura took both pizza boxes.
Malik closed his eyes and held onto Bakura tightly, enjoying the feeling of being carried. All too soon they reached Malik's house, and Bakura carefully set him down, then turned to face him.
"We're here," he said softly.
Malik felt a bit nervous again. "Yeah. We're here..."
"It's a beautiful night."
"It is." They looked at the clear, starry sky for a few minutes, both not really knowing what to do.
"Well...I had tons of fun tonight, Bakura. Thank you," Malik finally said.
"You're very welcome, Malik." Bakura tentativley trailed a hand down Malik's cheek. "May I...kiss you?" he whispered, almost childlike.
"Yes," Malik whispered back. Kissmekissmekissmekissme! Kiss me, you wonderful handsome gentleman!
Bakura gently leaned in and kissed Malik. It was so soft, one of the softest things that Malik had ever felt. Bakura didn't try to tounge him, he just captured Malik's lips in a soothing, wonderful kiss. Malik wrapped his arms around Bakura's neck, and Bakura wrapped his arms around Malik's waist. The stayed that way until they had to pull back for air, then dived back in for another kiss, which went the same as the first kiss. Bakura tucked a stray blonde strand of hair behind Malik's ear.
"I had fun too." he purred. "Call me, Malik. I don't care how nervous you get."
"I will. I promise," Malik giggled.
They both smiled. "Good night Malik, sweet dreams." Bakura gave Malik his pizza box.
"Good night Bakura. You have sweet dreams too."
Bakura smiled, and Malik gave a final kiss on the cheek, and Malik turned and opened the door, flashing a bright smile before going in, and closing the door.
Bakura smiled back, turned around, and walked back home, humming the whole way, so happy it felt euphoric.
He calmed himself, tossed the pizza in the refrigerator, walked upstairs to his room, and set about getting ready for bed, washing off the eye makeup he had put on, and changing into a pair of pajama pants. He shut off the light and flopped down onto the bed, lost in thought. He thought about the kiss. He put a finger to his lips. He could still taste Bakura.
"Oh my god," he said to himself, shaky. "I...I want him to kiss me again...oh man. He's...he's so wonderful...he's handsome and smart and charming and funny and a perfect gentleman...oh, and he's a musician! He's like...he's like..."
"The man of your dreams? Is that what you were going to say?"
Malik jerked upright, glaring at the door.
"I thought you said it was going to be a small, non-romantic-in-any-way date."
"MARIK!" Malik yelled, throwing a pillow at his nosy dark half. "It's non of your business, you...you spy! You snoop! You voyeur! Out!"
"What? I just glanced out the window and saw you two kissing! That's hardly non-romantic. I'd say someone had fun, ne? I think you've changed your mind about him." Marik winked.
"We are not talking about this now!" Malik snapped. "Get out of my room!"
The house echoed with Marik's laugher as Malik got into bed and fell asleep, and Marik went back to his own room.
During the night Malik had a dream in which he was walking in a lush forest filled with flowers and greenery. There was a beautiful creek weaving through the trees, and a bridge going across it. He went to cross the bridge, and suddenly it gave way, and he fell through black darkness, screaming in fear, the forest gone. He was scared, and started to cry, when he heard a familiar voice.
"Don't worry, I've got you," the voice said. Malik recognized the voice as Bakura's, and he felt himself hit something, and realized he was no longer falling. Bakura had caught him. He started to cry again, this time out of relief. Bakura held him close stroking his hair and wiping away his tears, soothing him and assuring him that everything would be alright.
Malik jerked awake, and realized he had been crying in his sleep. He remembered the dream.
"Bakura..."
He couldn't go back to sleep.
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Footnotes:
(1) I've always felt that Malik had more of a dancer's body, trim, but not overly muscular, like a bodybuilder. *shudders*
(2) The Scorpions are a heavy metal band that reached the height of their success in the 80s. I always thought of them as a band that Bakura would listen to. I think the genre of 80s metal(Def Leppard, Iron Maiden, Van Halen, Scorpions, etc.) fit Malik and Bakura really well. For fun I also threw in Led Zeppelin. ^_^ Come to think of it, the Scorpions are such a Bakura/Malik band. ^_^
(3) I made Malik a vegetarian, because I think it fits into his character pretty well. The background info he gives doesn't reflect the true YGO storyline in any way. I just made it up, to give substance. ^_^
(4) I made Bakura a guitarist(and a really talented one at that) for the fic.
(5) I made Malik a drummer for the same reason. Malik just seems like a drummer type. ^.^

Woot! I'm dancing on the clouds right now, amazed I actually got this chapter done. I'm liking this one much better than the other two, I think it finally got the storyline rolling a bit.

I'm sorry it's taken so long to update. Don't kill me! *dodges tomatoes and kumquats*

Read and review, pretty please, and I'll get started on chapter four!
-OtakuChild