Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Potholes in Tokyo II ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

Potholes in Tokyo II

Chapter Four

AN: Err… I'm actually not in the mood to write right now… O.o Urgh… but you few reviewers deserve a chapter, I guess… it makes me lonely to know that pit2 isn't doing nearly as well as the first one… am I no longer amusing and insane? Waaaaaah!

"I miss my Malik-uke…" a depressed Marik whimpered as he lay on his couch eating chocolate bon bons and watching reruns of `I Love Lucy'. The phone rang, but he didn't even heed it. At first, he had been hoping that maybe Malik would see his apology on the big screen and come back to him, but by now he had deserted all hope of getting his uke back.

"Luuuuuucy, you got some esplainin' to do!"

"Waaaah," Marik sobbed into his pillow. "I was such a fool… I feel so stupid…"

He listened half-heartedly as the answering machine took the phone call. "You have reached the home of the magnificent Marik the dinosaur. Please leave a message after the beep, but I'll only return your call if you're incredibly sexy… because I don't have enough time to waste it talking to unsexy people, you know… BEEP!"

"Ma-Marik?" came the uncertain voice from the speakers. "I saw your message today… and I just wanted to say…"

Marik jumped energetically from the couch, banging his knee painfully on the table as he stumbled to the phone. "MALIK?!" he cried happily into the receiver.

"…oww," Malik said. "That… that hurt my ears."

"Gomen ne, Malik-chan! I'm so sorry!"

"It's not like you're making me go deaf or anything, you know," Malik muttered, surprised by his response.

"No, I mean… I'm sorry for everything. I should know you well enough to know that you'd never cheat on me… I've been so stupid, Malik-chan…" Marik swallowed the lump in his throat. "I… I've missed you so much… ai shiteru, Malik-chan…"

*~*

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Malik yelled, falling backward into a dead faint.

"Malik-chan? Malik-chan, what's wrong?" came the buzzing from the receiver that was clutched in Malik's stony grip.

"Malik?" Yuugi asked, staring at the blonde who had just fainted dead away. He rushed over to the boy. "A.J., A.J., ARE YOU O.K.?!" Yuugi yelled into Malik's face, shaking him by his shoulders.

"Ra help us," Bakura mumbled as he watched Yuugi.

"Who's A.J.?" Ryou asked quietly.

"Yuugi's significant other," Bakura muttered.

"Oh," Ryou said, blinking. "I'm confused… oh well. C'mon, Baku-chan, help me pick out china patterns!" Ryou enthusiastically patted the book of wedding-type things that was resting in his lap.

Bakura sighed. "Oh, the things I do for love…"

"C'mon A.J., wake up!" Yuugi screeched. "All right, now what was it…? Airway, breathing, and circulation!"

Anzu stumbled down the stairs, pulling a very confused Uncle Ingrid, Jr. along with her. "What's going on?" she asked, cheeks very red.

"Yuugi decided that he loved A.J. instead of Yami… which could be due to the fact that Yami molested him in the movie theater…"

"That Yami! I'll give him what-for!" Anzu yelled, brandishing a fist at her invisible employer.

"Does that mean I can leave?" Uncle Ingrid, Jr. asked.

"No!"

"Aww, why not? I have enough money now to buy Pizza Hut!"

Bakura's mouth dropped open. "Jeez, Anzu; is he _that_ good, or are you just really desperate?"

"Bakura… if you don't shut up, I'm going to SCRIBBLE ALL OVER YOUR HANDS WITH MY MAGIC MARKER OF _DOOM_!" Anzu screeched into his ear.

"Ehh…" Bakura fell over, eyes turning into little swirlies.

"Where _is_ Yami, anyway?"

"He must be washing his hair."

"Baku-chan, why would he be washing his hair?" Ryou asked, glancing up from the overpriced plates with flowers all over them.

"Because he's the Pharaoh!"

"Oh… all right. So, how do you like this one?" Ryou asked, gesturing to a picture of a pretty plate with pink roses dancing across it.

"Who's paying for all this?"

"Err… the U.S. Postal Service?" Ryou said uncertainly.

"They don't have any money!"

"Oh…"

"Paper plates?" Bakura asked.

"Yessh! Paper plates are the fine china, anyway!" Ryou said, flashing a glittering smile.

"Excuse me! I'M UNCONSCIOUS! WORRY ABOUT ME!"

Bakura looked over at the blonde Egyptian. "You're not unconscious. Silly A.J."

"Hey, weren't you using the phone earlier?" Ryou asked, staring at `A.J.'.

Malik gasped. "Yes, I was!" He picked up the phone. "MARIK-SEME! MAAAAARIK?!" He sighed, placing the phone on the receiver. "He hung up…"

"I guess you'll just have to go and see him, then," Ryou said. "I hope you two are able to kiss and make up."

"You're such a fruit," Malik said, standing up and walking out the door.

"Waaah…" Ryou buried his face in Bakura's chest, sobbing. "Why does everyone equate me to a fruiiiiiiiiit?"

"Because you taste sweet, itooshi," Bakura whispered, wrapping his arms around Ryou.

Ryou blushed darkly. "Don't say things like that in front of people!"

"It's just the whore, the pizza man, and the catamite… I doubt they mind. I bet they're enjoying it!"

"That's it, Anzu. I don't get paid enough to listen to this!" Ingrid stormed out the door.

"Matte, Ingrid! I can pay you more!" Anzu ran after the sexy pizza man.

Yuugi sweat-dropped. "I don't get it…"

"Haha. Seems appropriate that Yami would get a naïve catamite…"

Yuugi's coke bottle-sized eyes showed confusion. "Is… is the pizza man… a mercenary?"

"Huh?" Bakura looked extremely confused.

Ryou giggled. "Apparently so, Yuugi-kun!"

"Nani? What's going on, Ryou?"

"Tee-hee!"

*~*

There was a hammering on the door.

"Ahhh! I'm under attack!" Marik yelled, falling from the couch and hitting his head. "…oh, wait… that's just the doorbell!" Laughing to himself, Marik stood and moved to the door.

"I don't want any religious pamphlets, girl scout cookies, or microwave ovens. Leave me be, vile door-to-door salesman!"

"Err… then do you have any interest in a sexy little boy?" Malik asked.

"Sure… but where _is_ Yuugi?"

"You baka!" Malik bashed Marik with a blue ice pop. "You're at my mercy and you have the gall to make jokes!?"

"At your mercy, eh? Ooh, kinky…"

Malik blushed, turning away. "I… I just wanted to say… I accept your apology."

"Yay! I love you, Malik!" Marik wrapped his arms around Malik's shoulders, nuzzling his neck. "I missed you so, so much!"

"I know you did, Marik," Malik said, smiling brightly at his koi. "You've always been needy and clingy, you know…"

"We have so much catching up to do, Malik-chan!" Marik said, letting go of Malik and plopping down on his couch; Malik took a seat beside him after he had moved a box of chocolate bon bons out of the way.

"Nothing seems to have changed…"

"Well, uhh… I bought a new CD! See?"

"The Pokemon Soundtrack?" Malik asked, looking at it. "Baka! You're not supposed to be supporting our rivals!"

"Rivals? Ha ha! Nothing to worry about, Malik. After all, we have _me_. And I'm incredibly sexy."

Malik rolled his eyes. "See, I was right. Nothing's changed…"

"Well, actually… they were talking about something interesting on the news today…"

"Hontou ni? What was it?" Malik asked, knowing he'd regret it later.

"You're interested!? …well, they said that… frequent sex reduces the risk of cancer!"

"O.o"

"You don't want me getting cancer, do you? Huh, itooshi?"

Malik glared, bashing Marik with a frozen banana split.

"Yay! Malik-uke loves me again!"

AN: Mwahahaha! Well… err… not that much happened… but next chapter should have more plot development! I hope you haven't forgotten Miho the ho! Well, uhh… ja!