IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!! - This is the Yu-Gi-Oh! Yaoi portion of the Shipping List in order. Be forewarned. Some "pairings" will not be fluffy and cute. But they will all, hopefully, be believable. Rating's will vary.

Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! is the intellectual property of Kazuki Takahashi

Author's Notes: You realize I never even noticed that KALIM and MALIK had all the same letters till I did this fic...

Rating: K - K+


Yu-Gi-Oh! Shipping List #6

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Anagramshipping (Priest Karimu x Malik) - "Crush"

The Millennium Items had…short-circuited. That was how Yami had explained it when the original holders of the Items had dropped in on the present day unexpectedly. There were seven of them; the Pharaoh Atemu, holder of the Puzzle, High Priest Seth, holder of the Rod, Priestess Aishizu with her Tauk, and Priests Kalim (Scales), Shaada (Key), Mahaad (Ring), and Akunadin (Eye).

Yami and Yugi had taken in Atemu and Mahaad, Seto had begrudgingly offered his home to Seth, Shaada, and Akunadin, and the Ishtars had opened their Domino residence to Aishizu and Kalim. Malik had always gotten a kick out of the fact that their names were basically the same…only mixed up, so he'd taken the initiative to extend his sister's offer to Aishizu to Kalim as well, interested in getting to know the other a bit. They were not expected to be there long.

Four months later when Seto complained of ancient priests driving him insane and preventing all work from actually being done, Yami had scratched the back of his head and grinned, saying "Well…how would I know?" Anyone who had actually been there to hear Seto Kaiba scream at his rival at the top of his lungs, would later swear it had been one of the few scenes they would undoubtedly carry with them to their dying day. Jounouchi had said it was hilarious.

Malik, for his part, was finding the whole thing a piece of cake. The Ishtars, unlike Seto, were fluent in the ancient language that the priests spoke and that bridge between past and present had proved essential for daily life. Malik didn't know how the priests living with Kaiba had gotten by this long when he couldn't even explain to them how to use the toilet or the microwave. He felt sorry for them.

Aishizu had taken an instant liking to Isis and the two were practically glued to the hip so that left Malik to explain the wonders of modern life to Kalim on his own. Kalim insisted that his favorite invention was the mattress, followed closely by the refrigerator; Malik was inclined to agree with him, although Malik had an affinity for the stereo that Kalim didn't appear to share. He claimed the loud noise gave him headaches so Malik used the headphones more, which Kalim hated even more than the stereo because he had to remove them from Malik's head to get his attention.

Kalim loved blueberries. When Isis found Malik in the kitchen with blue hands waiting in front of the oven only one defined eyebrow had lifted but Aishizu next to her couldn't stop laughing, much to Malik's dismay, trying to stifle it behind one hand. Kalim, however, upon receiving the pie, had told Malik that it was the best thing he had ever tasted. He ate the entire large piece Malik had given him and then ran his finger over the blue glob that had escaped his pie onto the plate and sucked it clean blissfully. Malik was not pleased. The crust tasted like shit and he was a terrible cook. He would never do that again. Never. He wanted to just throw the thing away and buy a blueberry pie but Kalim would have none of it. He insisted that it was his pie, it had been given to him, and no one was going to throw it away. Malik apologized and that was the end of it.

In the four months the Item holders had been in the present, Kalim had allowed his natural hair to grow, setting aside the black Egyptian wig in favor of a growing mop of jet black hair that Malik thought looked much better than the stupid wig ever had. Malik unintentionally fawned over it; whenever he would sit on the couch and Kalim on the floor in front of him, his fingers were always in it. Kalim said it was embarrassing, which would cause Malik to halt in his activities immediately. He said that it could never compare to Malik's hair, the color of sun-warmed sand, at which point Malik returned his fingers right where they had been.

Kalim wore slacks and loose-fitting long sleeved shirts, silk or satin shirts whenever Malik got his way, because they really made him irresistible in the right shade, like dark forest green and pale blues. When he explained this to his sister in order to get the money for said items (because all of the family's funds were managed by its matriarch…his sister), she made the comment that it was cute how he had a crush on Kalim like that but, she reminded him, he may not be around forever, and Malik should keep that in mind.

Malik was quite taken aback. He did not have a crush on Kalim, he firmly informed her. He just admired his hair and the way those shirts fit him and he sometimes wanted to do nice things for him…even if he sucked at doing them. That was perfectly normal. Isis, he added, looked quite stunning in long, sweeping dresses, it didn't mean he had a crush on her. Isis amended herself saying that either her dear little brother had a crush or was currently looking for a career in the fashion and hairstyling industries. Malik had not thought her comment was at all cute and had huffily answered that maybe he was…and turned around and walked away.

Malik was not a child with a crush. Just the same…when Yami had announced that, perhaps, their guests might be around a bit longer than originally anticipated since history had - unfortunately (according to Seto) - seemed to have already re-written itself without them in it, his heart had soared clear to his throat where it had gotten stuck along with a bit of one of the cream puffs Ryou had handed out at their meeting.

Kalim had been right there to slap him on the back until he'd managed to choke it down. He'd asked solemnly if Malik was disappointed. Malik had maybe jumped the gun a bit when he'd answered "Of course not!" only to yank back his happy expression in the fear that, for Kalim, it was disappointing. His answer, however, seemed to make Kalim happy, if the mind-blowing kiss he shared with Malik was any indication. Apparently, he'd liked Malik all along but hadn't wanted to hurt him by saying so and then leaving.

Isis, as she'd informed him later, hadn't needed her Millennium Tauk to see that which of course made Malik feel like a blind idiot. But that was ok, Malik reflected, seated in Kalim's embrace on the couch as they watched The Mummy. He was a happy blind idiot.


Post whatevers: I actually...liked this pairing. Sorry it's late this week. Next up is Malik x Ryou. Come on now people, if you liked it please review. Ja!