LD: I do not own YuGiOh or any of it's characters.
Bakura: D straight you don't!
Tea: -pimp-ed slaps Bakura- and there's more where that came from you sour cream puff!
LD: Thank you Tea, and now let the show commence!
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Tea sighed as she slammed the door to her small compartment. Sighing, she leaned on the small counter of the dingy kitchen. She had recently left home after her parents had become increasingly unsupportive of her dream to dance. Althoiugh it
meant she had to keep an illegal part time job in order to pay the rent, she found the liberty was worth it. Now she could do all kinds of things without anyone butting in. Speaking of which...
Blue eyes burned with excitement, and a devious smirk twisted her lips. Clutched to the dirty window on the far side of the room, Bakura-still unable to walk, turned a pleasant color of puce with envy. Tea leapt across the crumbling tile floor to a red
wooden door that led to her bedroom. Dark and cramped, she had nevertheless manged to incorporate some personalized touches into the tiny space. A pink fluffy comforter might be a tad... overbearing, but it definately represented her. Various pictures
somewhat redeemed the cracked walls. As a finishing touch, the naked lightbulb had a smiley face imprinted on it in permanent marker. She had dubbed it Bartley. Every single time she entered the room, Tea held a silent conversation with Bartley.
This time it went something like this:
Tea sighed. 'Hi Bartley.'
Bartley smiled, because that was Bartley's only expression. 'Greetings, unilluminated being dwelling within my radiance.'
Somewhat offended, Tea scowled. Bartley had never been so cocky before Bakura had turned her house into a portal to the Shadow Realms as part of a "science project."
Bartley smiled, but a smirk was detctable in the way he spoke. 'Bad day, unenlightened, electrically deficient being?'
Tea glowered. One eyebrow twitched. 'Don't make me replace you, immobile sphere of transitory light. I totally burned out with Yami and the others, and don't even get me started on Bakura...'
Bartley smiled, but developed a pink tint to its glow. 'You saw Bakura today? Was he as divinely sparky as usual, or have the currents of electricity in him become even more palpable? What I wouldn't give to be shortcircuited by that fine piece of...'
Almost retching, Tea remembered belatedly that Bartley adored Bakura ever since his- she sneered- science project. 'Yes, I saw him,' she snapped. 'I kicked him you know where.'
After a long, infuriated pause-where in he was still smiling, Bartley blinked out with an angry pop. Left in the darkness, Tea hyperventalited with fury, then responded like any normal, sane person would.
Still holding onto the window outside her apartment, Bakura fell three floors down as a yell shook the foundations. "FG LIGHTBULB!!" Bakura, needless to say, was now not only incapable of walking, but was now incapacitated beyond the point of standing too.
Wearily, the brunette flopped down on her bed. What a day...and she still had a job to attend! But first to take care of a few anger issues. Her slender hand groped about beneath her bed. Finally locating what they sought, her fingers extracted a medium sized pink, bejewled box. Though she couldn't see it, she smiled at the inscription on the top reading: Tea's Posesssions. She herself had inscribed the sloppy words back in third grade. Humming, she picked up the box and glided out into the main room again.
After casting about for a place to perch the pink enigma, she sighed as she settled for plopping it down on the scarred counter. There simply was no other place for it, aside from the floor. As financially pressured as she was, Tea had not the resources to purchase any furniture. Tea pushed a mental ignite button and observed as, within her head, the dismal thought blew itself to smithereens. She grinned. As much as she might-and vehemently did- deny it, Bakura had quite the impact on people, including to some extent herself. Taking off her shoe, she dug a key from beneath the sole and unlocked the glittery box. She pulled out several objects. One was a blowup of something very pointy, another was an air-pump, and the remaining one was, ominously enough, a lead club. One really had to wonder how she managed to cram so much in a single container. The apartment soon reverberated with the squeals of the air-pump. FIve minutes later, she had finished. Taking a step back, she picked up the club and smashed it directly in the face of a blow-up Yami.
Several miniature earthquakes and explosions later, Tea smiled peacefully at the mangled, deflated version of her friend. So, she mused as she slipped out the front door and locked it, I might have to have a part time job, but the freedom is definately worth it.
She made sure to tread on the twitching form of Bakura as she continued on her way to work.
Malik pulled up into apartment building where he now resided, still preoccupied with the implications of what had transpired. Miss Friendship ticked at the Pharoh? He snorted. None of them had ever thought to see the day. Not even Ishizu had predicted this.
He smirked. His poor sister was probably unable to comprehend how her powers had been unable to provide her knowledge about this little twist.
Of course, his poor sister also could not forsee that he would move out of the house and into this decomposing building.
In fact, his sister still didn't know that he had moved out. She'd probably discover in just about two minutes.
Malik dug into his duffelbag and pulled out a walkie-talkie. Its' match was strategically positioned by the note he had left on his bed. Holding his breath, Malik waited. About a minute left.
Vaguely, the sound of a door opening transferred through the speakers.
"Malik?" inquired a lofty, I've-just-been-struck-in-the-head female voice. Only forty-five seconds left now.
Fighting to restrain a cackle of most vicious glee, Malik could just picture Ishizu as she, confused but not showing it, strode over to the bed loftily. Paper rustled on the other end. Twenty-five seconds remained. Ten, nine- Malik held the walkie-talkie far away
from his face-three, two-
"RA TAKE YOUR FG SOUL, MALIK!!"
Trembling, the teenager hurriedly turned off the device and then roared with laughter until he almost fainted.
As he recovered from his hysterics, he noticed Miss Friendship herself trotting down the stairs from the apartment buildings. Quickly, he ducked behind his bike. He and the Pharoh were still on shaky terms, and he didn't want him to become a complication.
What was her business there, anyways? His eyes narrowed as he noticed that she descended from the level his apartment was on. However, he decided, it was probably a mere coincidence. There were several other apartments on that level; perhaps she
visited a friend or such there.
Despite his lingering misgivings, Malik couldn't hold back an approving smile as she treaded over the prone form of Bakura.
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How was it? I'm sorry, but I really am most excruiatingly inept when it comes to humor. If you have any suggestions, please feel free to contribute.
I hoped you enjoyed it, and thank you for reading!