Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Predators and their prey ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Predators and their prey:: PATP

 

Chapter 6:

 

 

Summary: One always runs, one doesn't talk, one is obvious, one loves control and one sees things. When they become prey of a bet, who could guess they made a bet for their own? Y/YY, R/B, M/M, S/J Yaoi & M/I Yuri. A/U.

 

Pairings: Ryou/Bakura, Seto/Jou, Marik/Malik, Yami/Yugi and Mai/Ishizu

 

“Blabla” = talking

# blabla # written

 

Amy: I couldn't come down with a decent title of this chap ... so I decided to scrap them all =) I hope you all won't mind it too much, cuz well ... face it, the other titles were shit too!

Second, I raised the rating a little bit ... I guess Bakura's potty mouth has reached a new level.

Last ... sorry for updating so slowly -hides for eventual mad readers ... though I doubt I will still HAVE readers left at all-

 

 

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Lunch was over now, and since all prey's had English in the same class, and since the English teacher was out of town, it was now the prefect time to make a start with their bet.

 

While Yugi and Yami went outside to play games, much Yami's dislike, Ishi was in the library with Jou making homework, and Malik and Ryou sat in the cafeteria. Were the other 4 predators were only god, or Amy & Dawny, knew.

 

“Marik-chan!! Nock off the search, our preys are probably already gone, scared of your scary face!!” Bakura whined, while Marik checked the boy's toilets for the 4th time within an hour.

 

“But I wanna win the bet, `Kura! Yami is already a HUGE step ahead, seeing that he put his fear of childish games away while the coloured dwarf drools over him every now and then. Perky's sis is in the library, together with Kaiba's prey. And our preys? NOWHERE to be seen!! I thought he would be in the cafeteria, with a copy of his time-thing, but then fucking dumb-ass ditched almighty me.” Marik sighed very heavily, while closing the door of the toilets.

 

“Lets go to the mall. If my Perky isn't here I don't see why I have to be at school today ... Bakura? EARTH TO BAKU!!!!” Marik waved his hands to the other predator, but Bakura didn't respond. Bakura just kept looking into the distance, looking like he just landed in a trance.

 

“BAKU!!” Marik practically yelled, causing Bakura to jump in surprise.

 

“Sssst, Marik. I doubt Perky wants to know your still calling him at his old nickname.”

 

“What the FUCK do you mean by Mister Perk- ... well, I think we found them. Now only figure out where our preys hid during lunch. Luckily the dwarf's not here again, to ruin my conversation with my little prey.” Marik did a little play for Bakura, showing what he would do if Yugi would interrupt his conversation once more, while trying to look uninterested at the prey at the other side of the corridor, but deep inside he was pretty happy to see his prey again, and also to see a better opportunity to get along better with the damn kid, so he could win the bet, including a free fuck. After a little stupid victory-dance, which wasn't a real dance, but more like a little frisk during his walking, Marik put up a happy-go-lucky smile, before actually crossing the corridor directly in the direction Malik and Ryou went to.

 

Bakura seemed to hesitate for a mere second, but then followed suit. After all, such opportunity for winning blue eyes he hadn't seen before. And though he was the youngest of all predators, he was sure he could win the bet easily. After all, he was the one with all the brains, the good ideas, AND the greatest cock of them all! Well, that was according to him. He could only measure his buddy with Marik's one, since Marik was the only boy he ever saw naked. And that was 3 years ago. Bakura now hadn't got any clue how much bigger his cock was compared to the rest of the world, but he was sure it was bigger than normal!

 

(((((Amy: Dirty Baku :P

 

Dawny: Then don't write it, Amy!!!

 

Amy: Hush baby! Baku's ego just reached a new level!! This is news I'll tell you, news!!! 8)

 

Dawny: Riiiiiiiiiiiight)))))

 

“Perky-chan! Ryou! Wait for us!!” Marik yelled, while sprinting the last few feet, rudely awakening Bakura from his current, in his eyes cool, but then again also dirty, daydream. When both preys jerked up their heads in surprise, Bakura decided to act like a freshman for just a few seconds, and ran to then. Only dumb freshmen ran, but since Bakura was cool, he was sure nobody would pick him for running like a freshman.

 

Back to the preys. When they noticed they were being chased at, they stood still, turned their heads to their predators, and smiled. Yes, they smiled. Ryou with a very big and suspicious toothpaste grin, while Malik blushed a bit while smiling brightly. Malik didn't need to act, just let his hormones get into control, then everything would be just fine.

 

“Ryou-chan!!” Bakura sprinted, a bit faster than Marik so he got at his goal, to his prey, a moment earlier, but stopped 2 inches for their bodies touched. Not that Bakura didn't want that, but seeing the circumstances, which means Ryou hit him the other day for being a little bit TOO pushy, he thought 2 inches were more than enough.

 

Ryou's smile became, if possible, even brighter, before the Silent One grabbed his o-so famous notebook and pen, ready to ask Bakura out for joining him in the afternoon. But before he could even START writing, Bakura stopped him by cupping his chin with his right hand, which made Ryou look directly into Bakura's eyes.

 

“Ryou, I know you probably don't wanna see or talk to me ever again, and that you probably hate me for calling you `stupid', and you think I'm rude for being so pushy ... but can you PLEASE forgive me! I didn't slept well last night, thinking about how stupid I've been yesterday to you. But I REALLY can't hide it. I wanna be your friend! You're SO nice, and SO sweet! I wanna make a brand new start, cuz I'd would DIE to be friends with a perfect young boy like you! Can you please forgive this very stupid teenager for acting so damn selfish?!” Bakura made a whole act of his apologize. He even got so far he could make his eyes water a little bit, while pouting slightly, not overdoing it. He could easily make it as an actor, seeing the ability to act like a sorrowful teenager, while in real, he was anything BUT sorrowful. Angrier cuz Ryou had to be so DAMN quiet.

 

Back to his main goal. His prey. Ryou. When Ryou heard the act, his eyes lit up. There was really a bet going on, since else this would the first time Bakura apologized without being blackmailed by someone else. Ryou smiled slightly, acting like he slowly changed his mind. Then he wrote down his answer in a shy handwriting, so it looked like he was a bit nervous about this all. Not that he WAS nervous. He was more ... evil-like. For playing the game with a very popular and handsome predator. To be honest, though Bakura was annoying as hell, mean, dumb, uncool in his eyes, and an idiot, he sure was pretty handsome. But not that he would ever tell, or write, this to someone.

 

# That would be my pleasure, but only if you really don't mind that I rather won't talk ... Hello, my first name is Ryou, surname is too strange to tell now. Yours? #

 

Bakura's grin became even wider, looking like he just won the lottery. Or took too many drugs. Or just had a good fuck. Anyway, for Bakura this was heaven. Ryou really thought he was sorry -which he wasn't, of course!-, and was now hopefully BEGGING to be his friend. He was SO good.

 

“The name's Bakura, but I don't mind a nickname. I also don't mind peeps who don't talk, since I have the nasty habit to talk for two -according to Marik-. Feeling lucky already?!” Bakura winked at the younger look-a-like, while mentally feeling like a Pro. Ryou mentally cursed, while visibly smiling and nodding in understanding. Then he wrote down another thing.

 

# Gomen nasai I acted so unfriendly earlier this morning. Can I make it up to you if I invite you to stay with me until next lesson? #

 

Bakura could swear at that very moment that he could hear Yami's famous hallelujah-choir again. This was really getting suspicious, but Bakura didn't mind the dumb choir. Ryou just invited him for staying with the boy's side for a good hour! If that wasn't worth a hallelujah-choir, than Bakura, Yami and his choir didn't know it anymore.

 

“Alrighty then! Since you always sit in the cafeteria, we'll go there!” Bakura gently grabbed Ryou's arm -totally not acting like himself, but like an actor, again-, while pointing in a random direction. After Ryou made clear the right direction, which was located exactly 180 degrees away from Bakura's pointing, they walked off to the cafeteria, leaving the two Egyptian ones behind. Both dumbfounded, not able to speak a single word through the earlier conversation between their younger friends. Malik, because he thought he would never find the guts to eventually ask Marik to join his side for more than a minute, and Marik, because at the rate he was playing now, he would probably never win the damn bet.

 

They stood there for a few moments, both lost in their thought. That was, until Ryou and Bakura totally disappeared around the nearest corner, and until Malik found back his voice. And confidence. After all, the prom was in a few weeks, and he could better not waist any time making Marik love him, so his stubborn predator would give up the bet for him!

 

“Ummm, Marik-sama ... since I'm alone ... will you go outside with me?” Malik stuttered, his head turning deep red, while his voice became softer at the second, so in the end it was nearly inaudible. But not for Marik. Once again, a predator could hear Yami's o-so famous choir.

 

“Okay, sweetie! I knew a gorgeous place, just half a mile away from school. Do you like Venetian Ice?” Marik asked his prey, putting up a huge sugary-sweet smile, acting like anything but himself. Well, not that his smile mattered, Malik's reaction would be the same after all. After his jaw figurative hit the ground and his eyes got the size of saucers, he recovered quickly, before answering right away, without hesitating the slightest bit.

 

“I'd love to!” Malik chirped uncontrollably, immediately regretting the fact he just chirped, and put his hands in front of his mouth, in the hope nothing else would escape his lips. Now only hope Marik wouldn't punch him again ... no, wait. Marik wouldn't punch him, since else he would think he would loose the bet. Malik smiled a bit at the thought, but remained serious again when Marik spoke, with a terrible sugary-sweet voice.

 

“Then it's settled down, my sweetie-pie! Now, before you really decide to leave, you should know that it would take more than an hour to go to there and head back, so poor you probably have to ditch a few lessons. I don't know how you think about that, but if you don't want to ditch, then I wouldn't mind, honey. As long as I can protect you, I'll be happy!” Marik made a happy-go-lucky face, smiling sweetly at Malik. Well, a little bit TOO sweet for Malik.

 

“Emmm ... It's only Japanese and Art-class ... and unlike my big sis, I wouldn't, shouldn't and couldn't mind, Marik.”

 

“You don't mind? That's fuck- emmm, I mean emmm ... that's cool, pumpkin! Then we're off to the saloon!!” Marik tried not to cuss, but was a mere second to late for not letting the word `fuck' slip his mouth. Of course Malik would be used to that word by now, since it was his mostly used word, but seeing certain circumstances, which means a certain bet, he tried not to cuss so much, and tried to be a nice as possible to his prey. His dumb personal punching-bag-Prey to be exactly. Just a day ago he would never thought he would end up trying to fuck the Egyptian. Well, not that he ever reasoned it, but that was something Marik rather didn't tell anybody.

 

When Malik nodded, trying to hide an upcoming blush, Marik gently grabbed Malik's hand, and lead him to the exit, to the only place he knew to find in the damn school building.

 

“Emmm ... Marik?” Malik asked shyly while they were now walking on the streets, fighting against a blush, but failing miserably when Marik looked down to his face. Though Marik was taller than Malik, it didn't matter much.

 

“Is something wrong, sugar-pie?” Marik smoothly answered with another question, hesitating a bit when saying the last word. Ugh. When this bet was over, he was beat up every single kid in his neighborhood who would ever dare to say words like he used now. Who invented those FUCKING words anyway?!?!?!

 

“Emmm ... to be honest ... yeah.” Malik sighed really unhappily, like he just saw someone die. Well, he would die, if Marik took his answer the wrong way! I mean, this would be the first time Malik would tell Marik to do something, instead of otherwise.

 

“Then what, Honey-bear?” Marik smoothly answered, thinking what Malik would do if he beat him up, because Malik must LOVE the fucking nicknames he used to call him!

 

On the other hand, Malik was getting nervous of the constant nicknames, which were given to him. He HATED those words!!! They were stupid, TOO sweet, and too un-Marik-like! Who invented those FUCKING words anyway?!?!?!

 

“Can- ... Can you please act normal again? I ummm ... I'm not really into much fluff ... and ummm ... it makes my go sick if you call me such fluffy and d-dumb n-nicknames ... sorry. A-and ... I guess I'm pretty used to you s-slapping me and stuff ... I really don't mind t-that.” Malik stuttered a bit, but his voice wasn't inaudible. His face coloured a bit more, but since Marik was paying more attention to the words Malik just said than his face, he didn't notice the upcoming red color.

 

After the state Marik was about to yell that there was a God -a FUCKING BRILLIANT one, according to Marik- when he forced himself to act cool, while trying to look like he didn't care. Which failed miserably. He smiled. At his personal Punching bag. Well, now only hope the nitwit DOES like smiles, though he hated it when he smiled. Made him look like an idiot.

 

“You mean you don't mind cussing? Or hits? Dirty languages? Sadistic comments? Cynically meant statement? Anything without fluff? Anything BUT the Goddamned nicknames I gave you? Stuff like that?” Marik smile kept on growing, so it eventually got noticed by Malik, who's cheeks coloured even more red. Damn that predator and his cute features!

 

“H-Hai?” Came the soft reply, this time spoken a lot more inaudible than the statements a few minutes ago.

 

“ ... THAT'S COOL!!!! Would be my pleasure, Mister Perky!!” Marik gave a hard hit on Malik's shoulder, friendly meant of course. But even if Malik didn't notice the difference, then Marik wouldn't mind. After all, he could hit Malik, without losing the bet! Hell, he was sure of it he was the only predator who could act normal. Bakura was suddenly WAY too clingy, and Yami suddenly got an interest for games he always hated, until the moment the dwarf announced they were cool. Boy, they were just MEANT to loose this!! And since Kaiba and Mai weren't so successful either, Marik found himself thinking a bit of where he could put the trophy when he won the next Duel Monster Tournament with his new gotten cards.

 

“But Malik ... can YOU do me a favor too?” Marik suddenly stated, when he finally woke up from his daydream. Strangely enough Malik didn't have the guts to speak more to him. Not that it mentioned much. Though Marik would like to see Malik open up more, he was sure Malik would talk non-stop about god-knows-what.

 

“Emmm ... depends ...” Malik curiously answered. In his heart he would do anything Marik asked him, but of course this would be only said to his best friends on MSN. Not to a certain predator next to him.

 

“Tell me your real name. Mister Perky is a cool name, but it's just a bit ... impersonal.” Immediately Malik's eyes lit up, while his blush got so red, it couldn't be trespassed.

 

“M-Malik ... Malik Ishtar.” Marik's jaw hit the ground, before grabbing Malik's most nearby wrist, almost breaking it by turning the wrist and Malik's whole body around, before yelling at the younger teen in front of him.

 

“WHAT DA FUCK?!?! Couldn't you tell me that BEFORE that our names are almost identically the same?! FUCK, YOU BAKAYAROU!!!” Marik twisted Malik's wrist some further, so his prey fell in the ground, because else his wrist would be broken by now. Malik didn't respond though. He was already happy of the fact Marik didn't call him `pumpkin' anymore. And what would a few bruises be, if they would be made by his love?!

 

“I - AAAWW ... I-I wasn't allowed to sAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW s-say m-my name! Y-you said my name w-would be M-Mister P-Perky from n-nAAAAAWWW! N-now on!” Malik panted, when Marik kept on twisting his wrist. All of a sudden he thought at this rate he could probably never bed Malik, unless he raped him, which he would never do, so he instantly let Malik go, looking quite uneasy.

 

“Fuck!” Malik growled, checking his wrists, but remained silent when he saw Marik's guilty face. Damn himself, with his potty mouth! His wrists didn't hurt much, but what hurt more was the fact Marik felt guilty for hurting him.

 

“It ummm ... it didn't hurt THAT much ...” Malik laughed uneasily, rubbing his sore wrist a bit, but stopped talking when Marik put a finger on his mouth, motioning him to stop talking. Which he did instantly. After getting a red face.

 

“Malik ... I should be the one apologizing. I've been a total jerk, and I'm still wondering why I ever used you as my personal punching bag. I-I just wanted to be cool too, j-just like Bakura, and his endless list of punching-bags ... but I figured out I- ... I like you.” Marik cupped Malik's face in his hands, about to kiss him, but rethought his thoughts, let Malik's face go, and checked his wrist first.

 

It would be a real shame if Mister Perky wouldn't trust him anymore! Luckily he was a great actor -and a great liar-, so Malik SHOULD have believed every word he said! It was -of course- untrue that Bakura set the trend of having a personal punching bag, he was the trendsetter, and not his younger friend! Cuz well, the words `Bakura' and `trendsetter' didn't belong in the same sentence, only if you added the word `not'.

 

And he wasn't sorry for nearly braking Malik's wrist either ... well, technically, he shouldn't be sorry, but too bad he was a little bit worried. After all, what would it be a shame if Malik's wrist would be really broken, then his very useful hand wouldn't be that useful anymore! Especially when they had to fuck each other!!

 

“It looks pretty okay to me, though. I'm relieved I didn't brake it.” Marik touched the sore skin, but when Malik didn't groan, he slipped his hand into Malik's one, and slightly pushed him toward their destination. The Venetian Ice Saloon.

 

“It's nothing, Marik ... I didn't mind it anyway ... I'm ummm .... I'm pretty twistable, if I can put it that way.” Malik blushed at the thought this could be interpreting also wrong. VERY wrong.

 

“Hmmm, I don't mind that.” Marik smirked, already thinking in a very dirty way. Yep, he chose the right prey after all!

 

“Not at all.” He added, smirking a bit more, completely failing to notice Malik's high red blush. Nah, he was too busy planning his poses for the photo-shoots, after he would have won the next Duel Monster Tournament, which he would easily win with his future deck, full of cards, gotten from certain predators.

 

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“Today's meeting is opened!” Yami firmly stated, while slapping his right hand in the middle of the circle he and the other predators formed, so everybody stopped talking.

 

“YAMI! What's the fucking point of this fucking meeting?! Do you wanna know how good me and Ryou get along with each other, or do you only wanna keep me away from Ryou and winning this bet?!” Bakura rudely asked Yami, while snorting to confirm his question. Yami rolled his eyes in response.

 

“In fact, I DO want to know how well, or bad, every predator gets along with their preys. It's almost weekend, and we won't see each other for 2 days, unless we all go to the less popular group's party Saturday, but I doubt such cool persons like us will come. I just wanted to know how well everybody's going. Mai, enlighten us.”

 

“You're asking for it, Yami! The DAMN girl is at least a control-freak, but a better term to give her is OCD! I've only figured out her name, but that was only because Marik told me that, and her dislikes. Me that is! And DO NOT look at me at such IDIOT proud way, Bakura!! I know I'm a slow starter, but I'll bed her within a week!”

 

“I don't look proud, Mai-dear. I look like a winner looks like! Ryou and me had a very nice conversation for like a whole hour, and I doubt he won't like me. Though he doesn't talk, and he acts like a little over-sweet young teen, and is BORING as hell with his love for -what were they called again ... emmm ... Ow yeah: BOOKS!- I had my fun. And he must be gay and still a virgin, since he writes FUCKING neat, and he is WAY too innocent ... but anyway, he invited me to his house after his last lesson -chemistry- this afternoon! HAHAH, see if you can surpass me and my prefect techniques!”

 

“Easy, psycho,” Marik answered, “Me and Malik -yes, Perky has almost the same name as I do- had also a conversation, though we were in Domino's finest Ice Saloon ... yes, the Venetian one. I fed him only 2 spoons of ice, since he couldn't stop blushing and laughing when I tried to feed him a third time. Anyway, he asked me to act normal again, since he also hates those god-damned nickname I made up for him -like `pumpkin' and stupid words like that!-, and he even didn't mind the fact I nearly broke his wrist. I guess he even enjoyed it when I was myself again. Again, anyway, I invited him over to my place, and since it's Friday, weekend, he'll probably stay over, and who can guess what will happen if you put a little twistable -as he called himself- prey in the same room with a predator. Hmmm, but that's merely the beginning. I'm just warming up.” Marik studied his nails, as if his deeds were nothing compared to what was coming up next.

 

“Next up, me. Yugi and me are pretty okay too. Though I accidentally said I love dumb childish games, the rest is fine. Yugi's pretty cool, since his grandpa own the 4th blue eyes -Bakura, you are so NOT gonna kill the lame man for having a treasure like that!-. Apart from that, I think Yugi is already developing a crush for me. I hug him, he blushes, and hugs me too. I touch him, he blushes, and touches me too. See the point?! He's hitting on me. I'm also allowed to sleep at his place this weekend -probably Saturday-, since his grandpa would love to meet me -according to Yugi-, but I'm just warming up. No sex for me yet. Kaiba, what about you?”

 

“I blackmailed him.”

 

(((((Amy: Yes. I know. These things I never written. But if I WOULD have, it would have cost me like 3 more chaps, and since I'm lazy, I just didn't type it all.

 

Dawny: Of course we hope you peeps won't mind!)))))

 

“WHAT?! Why do you guys make such fucking brilliant moves?! It's no fair, since I wanna win, else my ego will shrink enormously!” Bakura immediately began to pout, and was close to suck his thumb in response, when Marik cooed devilish into his ear.

 

“Aaaaahhhh, is poor little Bakura being jealous?!” Marik teased the white-haired boy next to him, only to receive another snort back as an answer.

 

“Geez, Marik. I'm just warming up. Beside, though the fact Ryou is ten times goofier and more stupid than Perky, I'm one fucking year younger than you all!”

 

“That's NOT a reason, and you know that. You agreed on the bet, so deal with ALL circumstances. And with this, I'm ending today's meeting.” Yami said, while standing up again.

 

“What the FUCK?! Yami, why keeping a fucking meeting if you run off after barely 5 minutes talking?!” Mai crossed her arms, while looking at Yami with narrowed eyes.

 

“5th lesson is about to end now, that means Yug- I mean my prey will be waiting for me, since he has weekend now.” Yami brightly grinned, leaving the room in a rush. The other stayed behind, pretty dumbfounded. When the bell rang, announcing the 5th lesson was now finished, both Bakura and Marik suddenly jumped up, only to scream exactly the same.

 

“FUCK! If the dwarf's out, so do our preys!” They screamed, and rushed off too. Mai and Kaiba stayed behind.

 

“Kaiba? You know we're the ones who are FAR behind the rest? And you know also there's a big chance for us to loose this bet?”

 

“So? Perhaps you did not figure it out yet, but I am betting with Blue Eyes. Do you honestly think I am planning to loose?”

 

“Then what ARE you planning? I've known you longer than just today, seeing we met at kindergarten.” Mai winked at the CEO, while said person stood up, brushing imaginary dust off him. When he walked away, he stopped in the middle of the action, turned around, facing Mai, then speaking again.

 

“Did you see the movie `She's all that'? Our little friends are right about to fall for the same thing Freddie Prince Jr. fell for in the movie. They just do not know it yet. If you keep in mind this little danger, you'll have a bigger chance to win this thing.” Then Kaiba turned around once again, walk to the door, then left the room. He let a puzzled Mai behind.

 

A few moments Mai looked confused, but then she understood the danger. Her friends DID fall for that thing. Or they were right about to FALL for it.

 

“Love.”

 

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Mai: This sounds pretty understandable after you once figured it out ^^

 

Amy: riiiiiight. But don't tell the others, since else I won't have a decent story anymore.

 

Kaiba: What's in for us if we won't tell it?

 

# Kaiba opens his suitcase, giving Amy a glace. Money is probably welcome, even IF you're a billionaire #

 

Dawny: Lets say it this way. If you don't tell it further, we won't tell everyone YOUR secret thingies!

 

Kaiba: >___< I do NOT have secret-thingies BWAHAHAH!!!

 

Dawny: Then you won't mind that I tell Bakura and Marik you still play with race-cars with Mokie because he thinks it's cool you play with him!

 

# Kaiba turns white #

 

Kaiba: Emmm ... let's continue with the thankies ... heh, heh ... YOU WOULDN'T >__<!!!!!!!

 

Shinigami: Ghihih, thanks for reviewing li'll old me! Sorry for updating so slowly, but I hope this chap makes up a lot! Anyway ... I was actually TRYING to make a conflict about the 2 bets ... of course the predators don't know about the prey's and won't know anything about it for the upcoming time ... it's according to my plan I guess. I mean, won't it be fun if the predators would fall in love with their preys, preys would fall in love with their predators, and 2 bets would keep them apart ^^ That was my set-up anyway ... I hope you like it!

 

Jewel of Egypt: Heeey you d thankies for reviewing me ^^ I'm terribly sorry for updating late -again-, but I hope this chap will make up for that. I hope you liked this chap just as much as the last one -or even more... but that's something I can only dream about- and will continue reading my fic!

 

forever broken: Heh, heh ... soooooo snorry for updating so slowly! ((I tend to say that a lot XP )) Anyway ... I hope this chap will make up for my slow update habit! The question -will the fall in love in the end- is answered easily `heh, heh ... read for yourself!' ... but I think this chap will tell us a bit of the predator's feelings ... at least I hope.

 

Shinigami24: Ghihih, you wrote such a cool -and funny- review! Malik aint a screwball! Only an oddball ((sorry for this word... I was taught that word yesterday at English class XD)) Well ... I hope this chap answers a few of your questions. Further ... If truth comes out and there is love in the game ... Do you really think I would make it miserably for them?! Of course not! That would be unfair for them!! ... heh, heh ... do I make you nervous about the next chap? ;)

 

 

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