Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A Thief's Idea of Halloween ❯ One-Shot

Disclaimer and Warnings:

 

Wynne: HieiWannabe doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh. This story contains no violence, swearing, pairings, or anything else that should offend anybody. It's just a humorous little tribute to HW's favorite holiday.

 

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Malik made sure to keep a firm grip on his "little brother's" wrist as they walked down the hallway toward Ryou's apartment. Mariku had progressed to the point where he could be allowed out in public for short periods of time, but with all the squealing kids out on the streets the slightly-less-insane Egyptian was leaving nothing to chance. As it was, Mariku had already swiped three handfuls of candy, and had eaten it all as they rode up the elevator.

 

All of the candy, wrappers included.

 

Malik sighed and tried to ignore the fact that his darker half was picking plastic out of his teeth with his free hand. Grateful to see his friend's door, he raised his hand and knocked loudly. "Hey, Ryou, let us in!" Malik called.

 

When the door opened a few moments later, both blonds were shocked to see that it was not the hikari who answered, but the yami. Even more surprising was what Bakura was wearing. The Ring Spirit was wearing his beloved black trench coat - which was no surprise, especially since it was Halloween and, when added to Bakura's usual attitude, it made for the most convincing vampire costume ever - but he was also carrying a big bowl of candy and had a wide smile on his face.

 

"Alright, here you--" Bakura began, before realizing who was at the door. His smile instantly morphed into a scowl, and he slammed the door in his visitors' faces.

 

Both Egyptians stared in befuddlement at the door for several seconds. Mariku recovered first; he roared and began pounding his fist on the door.

 

From the other side of the door came the sounds of a brief argument, followed by a loud apology. "Oh, I'm so sorry guys; please don't leave! I'll let you in right away!"

 

Fearing violence, Malik grabbed his yami's other hand and whispered, "Happy place, Mariku, find your happy place!" The other boy struggled for a moment more before calming down.

 

"I'd better get a lot of candy after this," the evil version of Malik warned.

 

"Okay, but not here. Either you or Bakura will start a fight, and remember what Ishizu did to you last time?" Mariku paled under his tan at those words, and nodded meekly.

 

Malik looked at the still-closed door and realized that, despite promising to open the door 'right away', Ryou was probably waiting for some indication that he would not be attacked as soon as the barrier had been removed. Malik approved, and wondered, not for the first time, if they reason they got along so well was because they had both had to become experts at dealing with unwanted psychopaths that just would not leave. Malik carefully called the 'all clear' by saying, "It's okay, no harm done."

 

When the door opened this time it was to Ryou's beaming face - and slightly trembly frame. "Glad you could make it. Come in and I'll get you something to eat, okay?"

 

The boys took off their shoes and followed their host into the apartment. "Hey, thanks! I'm starved," Malik grinned, before catching sight of Bakura. The former thief was still holding the bowl of candy, and glaring at his guests as if to warn them away from it. "What's his problem?" Malik whispered to Ryou.

 

Ryou sighed, "Oh, nothing. He just decided that Halloween was the greatest holiday ever."

 

Malik was about to ask why when he was cut off by loud knocking. The newcomers watched in disbelief as Bakura grinned and raced to the door. The spirit opened the door to a loud chorus of, "Trick-or-treat!" from five costumed children.

 

As Bakura laughed and offered the candy to the kids, Malik recovered his voice enough to turn to a grimacing Ryou and stammer, "Wha-wh-why-wha-a-at?"

 

Ryou sighed again and explained, "When I explained the holiday to him, he decided it meant teaching children to go up to the houses of complete strangers and demand that they give them what they want or else. In other words, he thinks he's training the next generation of thieves."

 

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HW: I did this instead of my homework!

 

Wynne: If this is indicative of the quality of your homework, I pity you.

 

HW: Ouch.

 

Wynne: Hey, did you know your initials stand for 'homework'? Take it as a hint and get cracking! This goes for everyone reading this, too! But first,

 

Both: Happy Halloween!