Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Chaos of First Meetings ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Sailor Mini Venus 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.07.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 321 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.07.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 321 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: If I owned Yugioh, alot of things would be different. And it most likely wouldn't be on 4kids. No, defiantly not. I don't even own three of the Original Characters (Nixx, Roman, and Alexandrian) in this one, as they belong to my dear friend who is allowing me to use them.
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Five minutes pass. And then ten.
Finally, Malik shows up with a red mark on his cheek from where Isis threw a spoon and various other objects at him. Bakura raises an eyebrow, but says nothing and instead knocks another squirrel out of a tree.
Mariku, on the other hand, can’t resist saying something about the red mark. “What the hell happened to you?”
Malik glares at his double, but the glare fades to a surprised look when he notices how much the other boy looks like him. He gets over it quickly when he sees the cat asleep on the bench. “My sister is what happened. Can I take the cat and get home now? I’d rather not die in my sleep because I failed to bring the cat home with me.”
“Just tell me one thing first.” Mariku says. “What’s her name?”
“Bastet.” Malik replies. “My sister named her which is a good thing because I would have come up with a stupid name like ‘Cookie’ or something.”
Mariku snickers a little, but turns it into a cough when he notices Malik glaring at him. “Alright. Take the pretty-kitty and go. I’d hate for you to get killed by your sister.”
Malik ignores Mariku and picks up Bastet, cradling her in his arms, and then he starts heading for home.
“Hey kid!” Mariku calls after him. “If you ever run into trouble, give me a call!”
Bakura turns to look at Mariku with a raised eyebrow while Malik stops and turns around in surprise. He quickly gets over it and nods and then makes his way back home. Isis will be very happy to see her kitty alive and well, although she won’t be all that happy with Malik for loosing her in the first place.
“Hey Mariku, lets go to the arcade!” Bakura suggests. “I want to see if the ‘Pharaoh’ is there so can kick his ass at one of the games.”
Mariku snorts. He’s heard of the “legendary” Pharaoh and Tomb Robber and their crazy game wars at the arcade, although he’s never actually witnessed one of the “battles”. ‘Now’s as good a time as any.’ He thinks. ‘And maybe I’ll find someone to challenge. It’s been a while.’
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The Arcade.
“Damn it, I lost again!” Bakura angrily yells. “You cheated you stupid fucking game!”
Mariku raises an eyebrow as Bakura begins cussing out the game he was playing because he lost for the third time.
While Bakura is cussing out the game and Mariku is listening in half amusement and half fear-for-his-roommates-sanity, Yami and Yugi have entered the arcade together. Well, sort of together. Yugi is trying to maintain a two-foot distance between them at all times and it’s not working too well.
As if they have a radar system that hones in on one another, Bakura and Yami spot one another at the exact same time. Bakura even stops cursing.
The arcade falls silent as the two gaming rivals stare down one another.
“Pharaoh! I challenge you to air hockey!” Bakura yells across the room. “And I will beat you this time!”
“In your dreams, Thief King.” Yami replies with a cocky smirk. He glances down at Yugi. “You don’t mind if I take his challenge, do you?”
Yugi looks shocked that Yami even asked him and then shakes his head. “Go ahead.”
Yami smiles. “Great.” Then he looks back at Bakura and points a finger at his rival. “I accept your challenge! Prepare to be defeated!”
The crowd of gamers clear a path for Bakura and Yami as they head to the vacant air hockey table. Both of them put in fifty cents and then take their places.
Bakura gets the first serve.
The puck speeds toward Yami’s side of the table at an incredible speed. Yami barely manages to block, sending the puck speeding into the side of the table and then toward Bakura’s goal.
Bakura slams it back to Yami, only to have the puck zoom around Yami’s goal and slingshot into his.
Bakura curses.
Yami smirks. “Point.”
Bakura puts the puck back on the table and hits it so hard it goes flying off the table and hits Yami square in the head.
Bakura laughs while Yami scowls and picks the puck up off the floor. When he stands up again and finds Bakura still laughing he narrows his crimson eyes and then chucks the puck at Bakura’s head.
“Head’s up!”
Bakura pulls a Matrix-like move and leans backwards to avoid being hit. Then he does a back flip, just for show, and stands back up.
The crowd claps as Bakura bows and then goes to retrieve the puck.
And so it continues. Back and forth, through the air, disappeared into Yami’s hair, stuck in one of the pockets on Bakura’s trench coat, and through the glass of the window goes the puck. The last one results in the end of the game and a six-month banning from the arcade.
Bakura and Mariku head back to the park, where Bakura sulks over losing once again. Meanwhile, Yami and Yugi walk aimlessly around the city.
“I’m sorry about the whole ‘getting kicked out of the arcade’ thing.” Yami apologizes. “I had no idea that Bakura was going to be there or I would have suggested we go someplace else.” He glances down at Yugi when the smaller boy says nothing. His eyes take on a playful glint. “Say, that’s an interesting shirt. It looks good on you.”
Yugi blushes at the complement.
“You have anything special planned for tonight?” Yami asks.
Yugi looks at Yami in confusion. “Huh?”
“Well, you’re shirt is more fancy than what I’ve seen you in before.” Yami says. “And I’m sure you didn’t get dressed up for me.”
To his surprise, Yugi’s blush deepens and the smaller looks determinedly at the ground.
“Yugi?” Yami prods. “Something wrong?”
Yugi takes a step away from Yami and shakes his head. “N-no.” He stutters, looking everywhere except at Yami. “I’m fine. Everything’s fine! Really! I just- IreallyshouldgethomesoonsoIdon’tblurtoutanythingstupidliketellingy ouI-” Yugi smacks a hand over his mouth with a horrified look on his face.
Now Yami is beginning to suspect something that he only wished would happen. ‘Could it be? I’ve been trying to get his attention ever since I moved year two years ago and it’s finally happened?’ “Like telling me you what?” Yami prods, rather enjoying watching Yugi squirm under the pressure.
“Nothing!” Yugi practically yells. “Nothing, nothing!” And then he clams up, refusing to say anything else to Yami.
Yami sighs lightly and looks away, putting a sad look on his face. “Well, it's not like you dressed up for me or anything. Somehow I get the feeling you don't even like me…”
Yugi looks up at Yami, his eyes wide. “That’s not true! I do like you. A lot!” He blurts out.
The two are silent for a minute while Yami looks at Yugi in shock and Yugi just looks shocked.
‘I didn’t think that would actually work.’ Yami thinks.
“I- I’m sorry!” Yugi shouts, his face turning bright red. “Excuse me.” He tries to leave to go back home and lock himself in his room for the rest of the day and most of the next day, but Yami foils his plan by grabbing his arm and pulling him back and close to him.
Yami leans down, his breath ghosting past Yugi’s cheek, and whispers, “I like you too.” and then kisses him gently on the lips.
If Yugi was red before, it’s nothing compared to now.
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Monday- 6:15
Yugi’s House
Yami quietly creeps up the stairs to his beloved Yugi’s room after Grandpa lets him in and slowly opens the door to Yugi’s bedroom. Peeking in, he spots the smaller boy cuddled up in his blankets hugging a Kuriboh plushy. He smiles softly, finding the sight adorable. ‘If only I didn’t have to wake him up.’ Yami sighs and continues across the room until he’s right beside Yugi’s bed. “Yuuugiiii!” He sings in a whisper.
And then he pounces. Quite literally.
Squeals of joy can be heard throughout the house as Yugi awakens to find Yami in his bed, shortly followed by the sound of giggling and laughing as Yami begins tickling Yugi to make sure he’ll stay awake.
Downstairs Yugi’s grandpa smiles, glad that Yugi has such a nice “friend”.
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Ryou’s New House
Ryou slowly drifts into wakefulness to find his little sister hovering over him and nearly screams in shock. Instead of screaming, however, he instead rolls off the side of the bed and lands with a heavy ‘thump!’ on the floor. Amane erupts into giggles, finding the sight most amusing.
“Oh, very funny, Amane.” Ryou mutters, sitting up and glaring at her. “Now please get out so I can get dressed.”
Amane nods. “Okay. But hurry, breakfast is ready and I don’t want it to get cold!” She says cheerfully, before skipping out of the room.
Ryou sighs and gets up and starts getting ready for school, all the while wondering how Amane can be so hyper in the morning. After running a brush through his soft white hair a few times just to smooth it out, he heads out to the kitchen where Amane is already eating her breakfast.
Ryou sits down with her and begins eating as well, but it’s not until he’s drinking his chocolate milk that Amane says anything.
“So Ryou, who's this 'Malik' person who's name you were mumbling in your sleep?” Amane asks deviously.
Ryou promptly chokes on his drink, his entire face going bright red. “W-what? What are you talking about, Amane? I don’t know anyone named Malik.” He lies. “You must be imagining things.”
Amane giggles. “Ryou has a crush! Ryou has a crush!”
“I do not!”
For the rest of the morning, Ryou has to put up with Amane teasing him about his sleep talking.
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Kaiba Mansion
Mokuba and Joey stare at the plate of burnt toast that’s set down in front of them and then up at Seto, who scowls back at them.
“What?”
Mokuba looks back down at the toast and makes a face. “Seto, I don’t think it’s suppose to be black like that.”
“Yeah, Kaiba. This has to be the most pathetic thing I’ve ever seen.” Joey comments. “Don’t you know how to cook right?”
Seto’s left eye twitches. “Shut up, Wheeler.”
“I mean, even my dad could cook better than that and I doubt he’s ever cooked a day in his life!” Joey continues, oblivious to Seto’s growing anger.
Mokuba joins in, enjoying having someone to help him tease his big brother. “Seto, I bet even Pegasus can make better toast. And that’s saying something.”
Seto growls and picks up a butter knife. “You two… I have one word of advice for you.”
Mokuba and Joey both look confused. “Huh?”
“Run.”
Joey and Mokuba bolt from the kitchen table immediately and run away laughing. Seto chases after them yelling at them for teasing him about his horrible cooking.
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The Psychos’ Apartment
If you thought things were crazy over at the Kaiba Mansion, then you haven’t seen the mornings at Bakura and Mariku’s apartment.
Starting early in the morning with both of them half asleep they both stumble to the bathroom to take their morning showers. Or at least they try to. Neither of them quite make it as they wind up crashing flat into one another right outside the bathroom door. After that things only get worse. And they do.
After fifteen minutes of fighting over who gets to use the bathroom first, Bakura gets fed up with the argument and shoves Mariku out of the way, slamming the taller boy into the wall, and storms into the bathroom and shuts and locks the door behind him.
While Bakura’s taking his morning shower, Mariku is busy banging on the bathroom door while screaming and cursing at Bakura. Because of this, Bakura takes even longer than usual just to spite Mariku. He also uses up most of the hot water, which is what starts another fight ten minutes after Mariku gets into the bathroom to take his shower.
And then begins the argument about breakfast and what they’re going to eat and who’s going to make it. Eventually it’s decided that they’ll both make their own breakfast, to avoid the temptation of poisoning one another.
Of course, something else has to happen once the two settle down (somewhat) and begin eating breakfast.
The doorbell rings.
This spurs on another argument, this one of who will answer the door. It ends up being Mariku who has to answer the door as he was glared into submission by Bakura. And poor Mariku, when he opens the door the person on the other side swings it the rest of the way open, hitting Mariku in the head with said door, and steps in.
“I heard you were looking for a third roommate.” Malik glumly says, tossing his bag onto the floor. “Well here I am. My sister kicked me out because I was a minute late bringing home her ‘precious kitty’.”
“There’s a small problem of you having nowhere to sleep.” Bakura comments with a smirk, watching Mariku sulk over the bruise forming on his head. “There’s only two bedrooms.”
Malik shrugs. “That’s fine. I’ll just take his.” He gestures to Mariku. “I guess I’ll go put my stuff in his previous room.”
Bakura’s smirk grows wider. “It’s the door on the left.”
Mariku stares at Bakura with an expression of shock and anger on his face. “You…”
“Thanks!” Malik cheerfully walks off to his new room to put his stuff away. The sound of something heavy tossed out into the hallway is heard seconds after the blonde goes into the room.
Bakura chuckles. “I think I like that kid.”
“M-my room!” Mariku whimpers. “He took my room!” His eyes darken. “That’s it! Blondie’s going to die!”
In the next five minutes, there’s nothing but pure and utter chaos as Mariku first screams at Malik through the bedroom door and then proceeds to chase his double out of the apartment and all the way to school. Bakura follows, happily causing more chaos as he zooms past on his motorcycle through a water puddle and splashes the two blonde Egyptian’s.
And so it begins.
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Shiro: I really wish I could have finished this sooner. But now is good too. Now I can concentrate on 'Like a Pack of... What?' and 'Family Bonds' along with any other stories I come up with. Of course, those I'll just start piecing chapter ideas together and maybe start on the first chapter. I won't post any of those at least until I finish LAPOW?.
Kaze: So you're actually going to limit the number of stories you work on? I'm shocked.
Shiro: (glares)
Kaze: (smirks)
Keitaro: (sweatdrops) Ahhh.... well, since those two are busy picking fights with one another and everyone else is entertaining our three guests, I'll just finish up here. THANK YOU to everyone who has reviewed and/or put this story on one of your favorites lists or alert lists. And Shiro would also like to thank everyone for being patient with her as she took so long writing this last chapter.
ARIGATOU, MINNA-SAN!
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Chapter 3
Mariku has officially moved in with Bakura by the end of the day. He even has enough time to get his favorite things from the apartment he used to live in. Now he’s sitting in the park waiting for the owner of the Egyptian Mau to show up. He has the cat with him, of course, and Bakura’s with him as well. While Mariku’s sitting down on a bench trying to keep the cat from running away, Bakura’s slinging rocks at the squirrels in the area using his handy Sling Shot of Doom.Five minutes pass. And then ten.
Finally, Malik shows up with a red mark on his cheek from where Isis threw a spoon and various other objects at him. Bakura raises an eyebrow, but says nothing and instead knocks another squirrel out of a tree.
Mariku, on the other hand, can’t resist saying something about the red mark. “What the hell happened to you?”
Malik glares at his double, but the glare fades to a surprised look when he notices how much the other boy looks like him. He gets over it quickly when he sees the cat asleep on the bench. “My sister is what happened. Can I take the cat and get home now? I’d rather not die in my sleep because I failed to bring the cat home with me.”
“Just tell me one thing first.” Mariku says. “What’s her name?”
“Bastet.” Malik replies. “My sister named her which is a good thing because I would have come up with a stupid name like ‘Cookie’ or something.”
Mariku snickers a little, but turns it into a cough when he notices Malik glaring at him. “Alright. Take the pretty-kitty and go. I’d hate for you to get killed by your sister.”
Malik ignores Mariku and picks up Bastet, cradling her in his arms, and then he starts heading for home.
“Hey kid!” Mariku calls after him. “If you ever run into trouble, give me a call!”
Bakura turns to look at Mariku with a raised eyebrow while Malik stops and turns around in surprise. He quickly gets over it and nods and then makes his way back home. Isis will be very happy to see her kitty alive and well, although she won’t be all that happy with Malik for loosing her in the first place.
“Hey Mariku, lets go to the arcade!” Bakura suggests. “I want to see if the ‘Pharaoh’ is there so can kick his ass at one of the games.”
Mariku snorts. He’s heard of the “legendary” Pharaoh and Tomb Robber and their crazy game wars at the arcade, although he’s never actually witnessed one of the “battles”. ‘Now’s as good a time as any.’ He thinks. ‘And maybe I’ll find someone to challenge. It’s been a while.’
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The Arcade.
“Damn it, I lost again!” Bakura angrily yells. “You cheated you stupid fucking game!”
Mariku raises an eyebrow as Bakura begins cussing out the game he was playing because he lost for the third time.
While Bakura is cussing out the game and Mariku is listening in half amusement and half fear-for-his-roommates-sanity, Yami and Yugi have entered the arcade together. Well, sort of together. Yugi is trying to maintain a two-foot distance between them at all times and it’s not working too well.
As if they have a radar system that hones in on one another, Bakura and Yami spot one another at the exact same time. Bakura even stops cursing.
The arcade falls silent as the two gaming rivals stare down one another.
“Pharaoh! I challenge you to air hockey!” Bakura yells across the room. “And I will beat you this time!”
“In your dreams, Thief King.” Yami replies with a cocky smirk. He glances down at Yugi. “You don’t mind if I take his challenge, do you?”
Yugi looks shocked that Yami even asked him and then shakes his head. “Go ahead.”
Yami smiles. “Great.” Then he looks back at Bakura and points a finger at his rival. “I accept your challenge! Prepare to be defeated!”
The crowd of gamers clear a path for Bakura and Yami as they head to the vacant air hockey table. Both of them put in fifty cents and then take their places.
Bakura gets the first serve.
The puck speeds toward Yami’s side of the table at an incredible speed. Yami barely manages to block, sending the puck speeding into the side of the table and then toward Bakura’s goal.
Bakura slams it back to Yami, only to have the puck zoom around Yami’s goal and slingshot into his.
Bakura curses.
Yami smirks. “Point.”
Bakura puts the puck back on the table and hits it so hard it goes flying off the table and hits Yami square in the head.
Bakura laughs while Yami scowls and picks the puck up off the floor. When he stands up again and finds Bakura still laughing he narrows his crimson eyes and then chucks the puck at Bakura’s head.
“Head’s up!”
Bakura pulls a Matrix-like move and leans backwards to avoid being hit. Then he does a back flip, just for show, and stands back up.
The crowd claps as Bakura bows and then goes to retrieve the puck.
And so it continues. Back and forth, through the air, disappeared into Yami’s hair, stuck in one of the pockets on Bakura’s trench coat, and through the glass of the window goes the puck. The last one results in the end of the game and a six-month banning from the arcade.
Bakura and Mariku head back to the park, where Bakura sulks over losing once again. Meanwhile, Yami and Yugi walk aimlessly around the city.
“I’m sorry about the whole ‘getting kicked out of the arcade’ thing.” Yami apologizes. “I had no idea that Bakura was going to be there or I would have suggested we go someplace else.” He glances down at Yugi when the smaller boy says nothing. His eyes take on a playful glint. “Say, that’s an interesting shirt. It looks good on you.”
Yugi blushes at the complement.
“You have anything special planned for tonight?” Yami asks.
Yugi looks at Yami in confusion. “Huh?”
“Well, you’re shirt is more fancy than what I’ve seen you in before.” Yami says. “And I’m sure you didn’t get dressed up for me.”
To his surprise, Yugi’s blush deepens and the smaller looks determinedly at the ground.
“Yugi?” Yami prods. “Something wrong?”
Yugi takes a step away from Yami and shakes his head. “N-no.” He stutters, looking everywhere except at Yami. “I’m fine. Everything’s fine! Really! I just- IreallyshouldgethomesoonsoIdon’tblurtoutanythingstupidliketellingy ouI-” Yugi smacks a hand over his mouth with a horrified look on his face.
Now Yami is beginning to suspect something that he only wished would happen. ‘Could it be? I’ve been trying to get his attention ever since I moved year two years ago and it’s finally happened?’ “Like telling me you what?” Yami prods, rather enjoying watching Yugi squirm under the pressure.
“Nothing!” Yugi practically yells. “Nothing, nothing!” And then he clams up, refusing to say anything else to Yami.
Yami sighs lightly and looks away, putting a sad look on his face. “Well, it's not like you dressed up for me or anything. Somehow I get the feeling you don't even like me…”
Yugi looks up at Yami, his eyes wide. “That’s not true! I do like you. A lot!” He blurts out.
The two are silent for a minute while Yami looks at Yugi in shock and Yugi just looks shocked.
‘I didn’t think that would actually work.’ Yami thinks.
“I- I’m sorry!” Yugi shouts, his face turning bright red. “Excuse me.” He tries to leave to go back home and lock himself in his room for the rest of the day and most of the next day, but Yami foils his plan by grabbing his arm and pulling him back and close to him.
Yami leans down, his breath ghosting past Yugi’s cheek, and whispers, “I like you too.” and then kisses him gently on the lips.
If Yugi was red before, it’s nothing compared to now.
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Monday- 6:15
Yugi’s House
Yami quietly creeps up the stairs to his beloved Yugi’s room after Grandpa lets him in and slowly opens the door to Yugi’s bedroom. Peeking in, he spots the smaller boy cuddled up in his blankets hugging a Kuriboh plushy. He smiles softly, finding the sight adorable. ‘If only I didn’t have to wake him up.’ Yami sighs and continues across the room until he’s right beside Yugi’s bed. “Yuuugiiii!” He sings in a whisper.
And then he pounces. Quite literally.
Squeals of joy can be heard throughout the house as Yugi awakens to find Yami in his bed, shortly followed by the sound of giggling and laughing as Yami begins tickling Yugi to make sure he’ll stay awake.
Downstairs Yugi’s grandpa smiles, glad that Yugi has such a nice “friend”.
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Ryou’s New House
Ryou slowly drifts into wakefulness to find his little sister hovering over him and nearly screams in shock. Instead of screaming, however, he instead rolls off the side of the bed and lands with a heavy ‘thump!’ on the floor. Amane erupts into giggles, finding the sight most amusing.
“Oh, very funny, Amane.” Ryou mutters, sitting up and glaring at her. “Now please get out so I can get dressed.”
Amane nods. “Okay. But hurry, breakfast is ready and I don’t want it to get cold!” She says cheerfully, before skipping out of the room.
Ryou sighs and gets up and starts getting ready for school, all the while wondering how Amane can be so hyper in the morning. After running a brush through his soft white hair a few times just to smooth it out, he heads out to the kitchen where Amane is already eating her breakfast.
Ryou sits down with her and begins eating as well, but it’s not until he’s drinking his chocolate milk that Amane says anything.
“So Ryou, who's this 'Malik' person who's name you were mumbling in your sleep?” Amane asks deviously.
Ryou promptly chokes on his drink, his entire face going bright red. “W-what? What are you talking about, Amane? I don’t know anyone named Malik.” He lies. “You must be imagining things.”
Amane giggles. “Ryou has a crush! Ryou has a crush!”
“I do not!”
For the rest of the morning, Ryou has to put up with Amane teasing him about his sleep talking.
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Kaiba Mansion
Mokuba and Joey stare at the plate of burnt toast that’s set down in front of them and then up at Seto, who scowls back at them.
“What?”
Mokuba looks back down at the toast and makes a face. “Seto, I don’t think it’s suppose to be black like that.”
“Yeah, Kaiba. This has to be the most pathetic thing I’ve ever seen.” Joey comments. “Don’t you know how to cook right?”
Seto’s left eye twitches. “Shut up, Wheeler.”
“I mean, even my dad could cook better than that and I doubt he’s ever cooked a day in his life!” Joey continues, oblivious to Seto’s growing anger.
Mokuba joins in, enjoying having someone to help him tease his big brother. “Seto, I bet even Pegasus can make better toast. And that’s saying something.”
Seto growls and picks up a butter knife. “You two… I have one word of advice for you.”
Mokuba and Joey both look confused. “Huh?”
“Run.”
Joey and Mokuba bolt from the kitchen table immediately and run away laughing. Seto chases after them yelling at them for teasing him about his horrible cooking.
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The Psychos’ Apartment
If you thought things were crazy over at the Kaiba Mansion, then you haven’t seen the mornings at Bakura and Mariku’s apartment.
Starting early in the morning with both of them half asleep they both stumble to the bathroom to take their morning showers. Or at least they try to. Neither of them quite make it as they wind up crashing flat into one another right outside the bathroom door. After that things only get worse. And they do.
After fifteen minutes of fighting over who gets to use the bathroom first, Bakura gets fed up with the argument and shoves Mariku out of the way, slamming the taller boy into the wall, and storms into the bathroom and shuts and locks the door behind him.
While Bakura’s taking his morning shower, Mariku is busy banging on the bathroom door while screaming and cursing at Bakura. Because of this, Bakura takes even longer than usual just to spite Mariku. He also uses up most of the hot water, which is what starts another fight ten minutes after Mariku gets into the bathroom to take his shower.
And then begins the argument about breakfast and what they’re going to eat and who’s going to make it. Eventually it’s decided that they’ll both make their own breakfast, to avoid the temptation of poisoning one another.
Of course, something else has to happen once the two settle down (somewhat) and begin eating breakfast.
The doorbell rings.
This spurs on another argument, this one of who will answer the door. It ends up being Mariku who has to answer the door as he was glared into submission by Bakura. And poor Mariku, when he opens the door the person on the other side swings it the rest of the way open, hitting Mariku in the head with said door, and steps in.
“I heard you were looking for a third roommate.” Malik glumly says, tossing his bag onto the floor. “Well here I am. My sister kicked me out because I was a minute late bringing home her ‘precious kitty’.”
“There’s a small problem of you having nowhere to sleep.” Bakura comments with a smirk, watching Mariku sulk over the bruise forming on his head. “There’s only two bedrooms.”
Malik shrugs. “That’s fine. I’ll just take his.” He gestures to Mariku. “I guess I’ll go put my stuff in his previous room.”
Bakura’s smirk grows wider. “It’s the door on the left.”
Mariku stares at Bakura with an expression of shock and anger on his face. “You…”
“Thanks!” Malik cheerfully walks off to his new room to put his stuff away. The sound of something heavy tossed out into the hallway is heard seconds after the blonde goes into the room.
Bakura chuckles. “I think I like that kid.”
“M-my room!” Mariku whimpers. “He took my room!” His eyes darken. “That’s it! Blondie’s going to die!”
In the next five minutes, there’s nothing but pure and utter chaos as Mariku first screams at Malik through the bedroom door and then proceeds to chase his double out of the apartment and all the way to school. Bakura follows, happily causing more chaos as he zooms past on his motorcycle through a water puddle and splashes the two blonde Egyptian’s.
And so it begins.
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Shiro: I really wish I could have finished this sooner. But now is good too. Now I can concentrate on 'Like a Pack of... What?' and 'Family Bonds' along with any other stories I come up with. Of course, those I'll just start piecing chapter ideas together and maybe start on the first chapter. I won't post any of those at least until I finish LAPOW?.
Kaze: So you're actually going to limit the number of stories you work on? I'm shocked.
Shiro: (glares)
Kaze: (smirks)
Keitaro: (sweatdrops) Ahhh.... well, since those two are busy picking fights with one another and everyone else is entertaining our three guests, I'll just finish up here. THANK YOU to everyone who has reviewed and/or put this story on one of your favorites lists or alert lists. And Shiro would also like to thank everyone for being patient with her as she took so long writing this last chapter.
ARIGATOU, MINNA-SAN!