Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Potholes in Tokyo ❯ I can't remember the title at the moment ( Chapter 3 )

AN: Hello all, and welcome back to the wonderful world of Potholes! Yes…erm… This chapter contains such concepts as: ice cream man Malik, teddy bears, and pretty flowers.

Chapter Three: Marik is a dinosaur from our ima--*THWACK* @.@

One day, Yuugi and Ryou decided that they wanted to go to the park. Bakura decided to go with them, to "Protect his lovely Ryou from vicious, aibou-stealing stalkers", Yami went along to protect normal society from Bakura, and Anzu fumed and had PMS-y moments while watching soap operas and eating chocolate bon-bons.

So, Yuugi and Ryou walked side-by-side in the park, Bakura hanging on Ryou's arm while shooting suspicious glares at groups of old people feeding pigeons. Yami sweat-dropped and pretended he didn't know any of them. So, after passing quite a few benches, trash cans, and suspected `vicious, aibou-stealing stalkers', Yuugi finally came upon something special.

"Look! Swings!" Yuugi giggled happily, running toward the swings. "C'mon Ryou, let's swing!"

"Er…O.K.," he said in his sugary-sweet voice, and followed Yuugi.

"No, Ryou! Don't go near that thing!"

Ryou, who had just plopped down on the swing, looked curiously at the white-haired thing trying to pry him off the swing.

"Noooo, Ryou! The swing will try to rape youuuuuuuu!"

"Oh, Bakura, don't you know that as long as you're with me, not even a toaster oven would try to steal my innocence?"

"Do you mean that?" Bakura asked, eyes shining.

"Of course I do!" Ryou smiled brightly. "So, why don't you come sit in the swing beside me?"

"No."

"Please? Onegai?"

"Fine." Bakura plopped down in the swing, glaring at all the children carrying Marik-the-Dinosaur dolls who pointed at him and laughed. Harder to deal with was Yami, who was pushing Yuugi in his swing and having fits of hilarity.

"STOP LAUGHING OR I'LL STAB YOU!"

Everything suddenly got much quieter. The crickets chirped, despite the fact that it was noon, just to spite Baku-baku-chan. Then a swing creaked. Bakura glared at the little boy who had taken the swing beside him. Luckily for the poor little boy, he didn't notice; he was too preoccupied with feeling sad and alone inside, like an artichoke in the snow, to pay any attention to a card-carrying member of Dr. Phil's Support Group for the Mentally Challenged.

"Why won't big brother buy me a Malik-the-Dinosaur doll?" He pouted. "I'd even settle for a teddy bear! But no, Kaibas aren't supposed to have stuffed animals! All he ever buys me for Christmas are pocket calculators and Blue-eyes boxers!"

Yuugi got up from his swing and went over to the boy, who was now having a nervous breakdown, and put an arm around his shoulders.

"Kaiba, is he? The Kaiba from Kaibacorp?" Yami mused.

"Kaibacorp?" Yuugi asked, utterly confused.

"Yes. Kaibacorp is the main rival of Sennen Enterprises in the chip business."

"And what was that Sennen thingy again?"

"That's my company!"

"Oh…I remember that…I think."

"MONKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!"

"No more caffeine for you, Bakura!"

Yuugi looked at Bakura strangely before turning back to the little boy, who was only about two inches shorter than him. "So, what's your name?"

"M-mokuba," he choked out, rubbing his eyes with his fists.

"Well, Mokuba, how about we go get an ice cream, and then Yami here will buy you a stuffed animal?"

"Erm…O.K.! But what if Seto-niisan doesn't want me to keep the stuffed animal?"

"Bakura will sit on him until he lets you keep it!"

"Hey!"

*~*

Malik, meanwhile, was running his ice cream cart in the park, while Marik (out-of-costume) was seducing his lover by eating an orange ice pop in a very suggestive way.

"Quit it, Marik, you'll scare all my customers away! Mothers don't want their little children to see you doing that!" Malik called, glancing at Marik from over the buckets of ice cream.

"Am I distracting you from your work?" Marik purred in his sultry voice.

"No, of course not…YES! YES, YOU ARE DISTRACTING ME, AND IF YOU DON'T STOP, I'LL BE FORCED TO JUMP YOU!"

Several concerned parents snatched their children away, despite the fact that they would've given up a week's worth of lunch money to see the show. Luckily for the Yuugi-tachi, Malik and Marik had moved behind the ice cream cart, and Bakura's `poor virgin eyes' were spared the sight.

"Hello! Is anyone here?" Yuugi asked, rapping his knuckles on the counter of the ice cream stand.

"Kuso! It's a customer!" Malik, much to the protests of Marik, stood up, dusted himself off, and proceeded to take their orders. However, Marik made his indignation at being interrupted quite plain, by giving Malik quite a few `distractions'.

"What flavor ice cream do /you/ want, Mokuba?"

"Hmm…strawberry!"

"O.K.! So… two strawberries, a chocolate, and…Bakura?"

"I'll share with my lovely Ryou."

"And one vanilla!"

Malik scooped the ice creams into the cones, trying to ignore the tuggings of Marik on his pants leg, although thinking about the ice creams didn't help, either. He lasted for quite a while, though, considering…

"DON'T YOU DARE GO THERE, MARIK!"

"Eh?"

"Oh…erm… the voices in my head…they were saying bad things about the clam chowder in Tibet, so I just had to make them stop!" Malik yelled, sweat-dropping. Marik smirked. Malik stepped on him.

"ITAI!" Marik finally stood up, indignant. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR, WOMAN!?"

"Grr." Malik hit him with the ice cream scoop. "That'll be ~blah~ yen."

Yami passed Malik the amount of ~blah~ yen, taking his chocolate ice cream from Yuugi. The five of them sat down on a picnic table a few feet away and began eating their ice creams. Marik finally recovered from his Malik-induced wounds (tee-hee, that can be taken in more than one bad way).

"Look at them, sharing their vanilla ice cream like that! How come we never do that, Malik?"

"We shared a vanilla ice cream last night, baka."

"No, we didn-ohhhh. I didn't mean that kind!"

"Suuuuure you didn't."

Marik, once again, was hit with the ice cream scoop.

*~*

After eating the ice creams, everyone walked to the toy store, where Mokuba, Yuugi, and Ryou went `oooh, aaaaah' at the wide array of over-priced, furry beanbags. Mokuba quickly selected a Marik-the-Dinosaur plushie from the shelf. Bakura, whistling, swiped something from the shelf and dropped it into his pocket. Yami rolled his eyes and took the dino from Mokuba, wrestled Bakura for the angel plushie he had been going to steal, and then after a little thought, picked up a Dark Magician plushie for Yuugi.

He marched triumphantly to the counter and paid for the items with his credit card, then passed the plushies to their owners.

Bakura looked as if he might bite Yami's hand as he gave back the angel, but then turned happily to Ryou and said, "See, aibou? An angel for my angel."

"Oh, thank you, Bakura!" He gave Bakura a big hug, one that squeezed the life from Bakura.

"Here, Mokuba! Don't you like your stuffed Marik doll?"

There was an `ahem' sound, so Yuugi turned around, to see Yami with his hands behind his back.

"Oh, hello, Yami!"

"Erm…Yuugi?"

"Hai!"

"Here you go!" He practically threw the Dark Magician at Yuugi, before turning around, more than a little embarassed.

"You got me a stuffed…thing? Oh, thank you!" He and the Dark Magician hugged Yami around the middle, giggling happily. There was a coughing noise.

"I'm sorry if I'm interrupting your moment, Yami, but-."

"Kaiba!"

"Seto-niisan!" Mokuba tackled Seto. "You won't believe what happened to me today! At first, I was all sad, because you wouldn't get me a teddy bear, but then Yami bought me ice cream! And a Marik doll!" Bakura, meanwhile, was growling at Seto and being possessive of Ryou.

"That's…nice. Now would you please stop hugging me in public?" More growling.

"Don't be so mean to him, Kaiba. He's your little brother."

"You stay out of this, Yami." Seto seemed to have finally noticed the growling Bakura, and turned to him. "I see you brought your kitchen wench with you, Yami. Oh, hello, Ryou." He grinned (like the grin he had in the manga when he first appeared and it was all creepy and stuff) and shook hands with Ryou.

"Oh, hello, Seto. Did you like the stationary I picked out for Kaibacorp's business letters?"

"Oh, of course. I believe that pink bunnies with flowers are very professional."

"Are you being sarcastic?"

"Oh, of course not, my dear Ryou," Seto said, still smiling his creepy smile.

"Hey! He's not your dear Ryou! He's my lovely Ryou! You'd better stay away from him, mister!"

"How can I do that? He /is/ my secretary."

"He may be /your/ secretary, but everything else belongs to me!"

"…for now… Are you coming, Mokuba?"

"Oh, yes! Goodbye, all of you! Thanks, Yami, for being so nice to me! Maybe we'll see eachother again sometime!" He ran after his brother's trenchcoat-ness, clutching his Marik doll. "Wait up, Seto!"

Seto stopped walking for a moment so his brother could catch up with him, turning around as he did so. "See you at the office tomorrow, Ryou!"

Bakura growled and began threatening random passerby with his blowtorch.

AN: Yay! This was…interesting, I guess. And perverted. But that's expected. And everybody hugged. Oh yes, and remember kids: crack kills!

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