A/N: Heeey, guys. Remember me? OTL Sorry this is so late, but life decided to explode and get it icky gooky life parts all over my favorite leather jacket. So, I've been busy. Also lazy, but mostly busy. Anyway, enjoy reading this laaaaaate and completely relevant *cough filler cough* bit of Malik's diary. Hopefully plot will decide that its vacation is FREAKING OVER ALREADY and decide to come back next chapter. As always, thanks a million times over to HereWeGoOnceMore for making my crap worth reading.

Disclaimer: All your base are belong to me. But Yu-Gi-Oh! is not. Neither are Doritos. Sosad. =(

Entry 63

Note to self— do not leave journal in sock drawer.

It blends in with all the purple.

Entry 64

SOOOOO. Apparently, my stupid older sister and her stupid older-sister meddling powers of psychicness or whatever decided that she was going to waltz on over here and ruin my plan. Because she is a bitch.

Not happy.

Entry 65

Do all older sisters have this inane urge to follow their little brothers around? Is that even normal? I swear, all I ever hear from her these days is, "Malik, stop disgracing our speshal family name!" and "Malik, you can't just go around stealing all-powerful God Cards from sacred tombs!" and "Malik, what the hell did you do with my favorite skirt, if you brought that thing all the way to Japan you're deader than Akhenaten!"

Which is totally impossible, by the way, since you can't be deader than something dead unless you are in a quantum physics experiment involving cats. (And maybe not even then; I didn't pay much attention during my science lessons. I was too busy drawing on myself with markers. This was back when I thought it would be REALLY COOL to get a tattoo. Ha. Ha ha.) DUH, Ishizu.

Anyway, would it kill her just to call and have a normal conversation some time? Sheesh.

Entry 66

To cool my rage of doom, I had one of my Rare-Fucking-Hunters find Yugi Mouto and duel him. Again. Because that worked so well for me last time.

Bad idea.

I think I'll put out an ad in the local paper. "Vilain seeks competent minons: must be able to play card games and pull off purple capes."

Not everyone can do that, you know. It's shocking.

I got to have a nice conversation with Yugi, though. He knows my name now and everything!

... That was probably a stupid thing to tell him, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Entry 67

Went shopping today. Apparently? Walking around in floor-length capes with knives tucked into your belt can get you arrested for "disturbing the peace."

Japan is weird.

Entry 68

I've been getting incredibly depressed lately. I don't know if it's because I lost this damn notebook, or if it's because I opened up a bag of Doritos yesterday that only had six chips in it. Either way, I need a pick-me-up.

Maybe I'll go harass teenygoths at the mall. That's supposed to make people feel better.

I THINK YOU HAVE ISSUES.

No one asked you.

Entry 69

Hehe. 69.

And now I feel like an American teenage stereotype.

Fuck.

(Lol. Fuck.)

(GODDAMMIT.)

Entry 70

I AM TAKING CONTROL OF THIS NOTEBOOK IN ORDER TO INFORM THE WORLD THAT ANYONE WHO THINKS THAT WEARING NINE-HUNDRED POUNDS OF GOLD JEWELRY IN A SHOPPING MALL IS A GOOD IDEA SHOULD BE DRAWN AND QUARTERED. TWICE.

It's not my fault that store had a dumb metal detector. How was I supposed to know?

IT WAS A JEWELRY STORE.

On the plus side, mall security rooms are a lot more comfortable than jail cells.

Ooh, look, a vending machine!

Entry 71

Give me back my dollar, you damn machine!

... Or at least take the other seventy-five cents you're asking for. Sheesh.

Entry 72

Bored now. What's there to do in this dumb place? Besides sit around and try to out-glare the security guards.

NINETY-NINE DUEL MONSTERS CARDS ON THE WALL, NINETY-NINE DUEL MONSTERS CARDS~

Can it, you.

Entry 73

I feel like I should be doing something productive while I'm sitting here being bored out of my mind. Like there was some pressing something-or-other that I was supposed to get done.

THAT'S NICE. WANT TO PLAY HANGMAN?

Eh, sure. I'll figure it out later.

Entry 74

You cheated.

HOW DO YOU CHEAT AT HANGMAN?

I don't know, but you did.

Entry 75

So, three hours later, Odion finally showed up to convince the security that I am in fact a respectable teenager who would never even consider stealing anything from their store, sorry for the inconvenience, blah blah blah.

Then he's all like, "I shouldn't have to lie about this stuff for you, you're lucky I'm bound to serve you for some dumbass reason, nyeh nyeh nyeh."

I don't know why he thinks he had to lie. I am the very epitome of a morally upright citizen. Just because I'm on a revenge quest doesn't mean I'm a common criminal. Jeez. Cut me some slack, yeah?

Oh, and I walked out with three necklaces in my pocket.

Score.