And here it is! The most sought after fanfiction! The one that answers the
question "What's up with Mokuba, Malik, and Marik?" Well, here's your
answer! This story is a slightly different style then the rest. I don't
know. It reminds me more of Three Way.
Thank you for all the reviews ^_^
WARNING: This fanfic contains YAOI which is BOYxBOY material!! If you got a problem with that, RUN!!!
DISCLAIMER: Last night the owner of Yu Gi Oh knocked on my door and said, "I have seen the light! Yaoi for my characters is surly the right way to go! But alas! I am inexperienced in this area, so I entrust upon you my creation!" And that's how I became the Ultra Mega Supreme Ruler of the Yu Gi Oh Universe. And now that you've all had your daily laugh at the expense of someone else's disillusions, please enjoy my FAN fiction.
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~Candlestick Holder~
Seto's eye twitched as his home office door creaked open. He had been working non stop on the computer for the past nine hours, only taking a break once to go to the bathroom. And when he got back all hell had yet again broken loose on the screen. To think such a thing could invade Seto's personal computer was a shock for the high school genius, and he took it as an insult to his intellect. He had not gotten very far during his hours of work. Actually, he had only managed to decide on one thing: Pop-up ads were Satan's digital minions.
"Seto?"
Another ad popped up.
"Go away, Mokuba. I'm busy."
...What the hell? Seventy percent off on breast enlargement supplements?
"But..." His brother shuffled his feet nervously. "I really need to talk to you."
Did he LOOK like he wanted to make a purchase of that sort?!
"All right, Mokuba. But later, okay?"
Oh, he would reek unholy havoc on who ever was responsible for the pop- ups' creation.
"You don't understand, I really need to talk to you." He emphasized the word really as he spoke.
Another ad came up that captured Seto's attention immediately.
"It can wait."
Seto read it over.
"No, it can't." Mokuba took a deep breath. "I have a crush on someone."
Authentic Dueling Discs as made by Kaiba Corporations! Eighty percent off!
"Good. You can tell me all about her...later, that is."
Why bother buying overpriced dueling discs when authentic ones for an eighth of the price can be shipped straight to your door?
"It's not a her."
Overpriced? The prices on his dueling discs were well priced! Exceptionally so, even!
"Then you can tell me all about him...later."
When he discovered who was responsible for these shoddy, 80% off-
"It's Malik."
...
"..."
"...Seto?"
"Malik is selling my dueling discs?"
"What? No! Malik is the boy I like."
"Oh."
"..."
"..."
"...Seto?"
Twitch.
"Malik, you say?"
Twitch.
"As in psycho Malik? Thief Malik? Murderer Malik?"
"Hey now, the police couldn't prove that was him."
Twitch. "Of course they couldn't, Mokuba. He took over their minds. That's what he does. Thus, him being dubbed as psycho Malik. You like," twitch. "Him?"
"Well..." Mokuba's cheeks took on a gentle pink hue.
Twitch twitch.
"Er, Seto? Is there something wrong with your eye...?"
Seto leapt out of his seat in a fury, the computer and the minions inhabiting it temporarily forgotten. "MALIK? MALIK?! WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!"
Mokuba cowered slightly at his brother's outrage. "What? He's not so bad."
"Not so..." Seto stared incredulously. "Mokuba, he kidnapped you."
"Yeah? A lot of people do. I don't hold a personal grudge against each one."
"But...he's insane."
"So is Bakura."
"And I don't trust him, either!"
"But what about Ryou?" Mokuba protested. "Him and Bakura are together, and there's nothing wrong with their relationship!"
Seto blanched. He could think of a million and one things to say in response to that, and each one he didn't want his brother to know about until he was thirty and married.
"Besides, I know I wouldn't stand a chance with Malik." Mokuba said in a dejected tone. "With Marik there and everything. I just...I just like him."
"But he's Malik!" Why couldn't his brother just see that fact?!
"I know! Look, I just wanted to tell you because I need help."
"Well that's apparent. But don't worry, Mokuba. I'll have the most accredited psychiatrist here by tomorrow morn-"
"No!"
"What? Would you prefer to be committed? I'd really rather try the therapy first."
"I don't need that kind of help!" Mokuba exclaimed. He glowered full force at his brother's doubtful look. "I just want to know how I can best...disguise my feelings. You're good at things like that."
"Is this your idea of flattery, Mokuba?"
"Yes."
"It's not very good."
"Will you please just help me!"
"I tried, but you don't seem to want profes-"
"You know what I mean!"
Seto paused thoughtfully and pursed his lips. "Stay away from him. That's the best way to hide your feelings."
"What? That doesn't help! He'll be here any minute!"
"What do you mean by that?" Seto could feel his twitch threatening to make an encore appearance.
"We're going to hang out together." Mokuba mumbled.
"Alone?!"
"No, Ryou and Bakura are coming over, too."
"Bakura? Bakura and Malik?!" And the twitch was back! "No. No, they're not coming here."
"We're not staying here, Seto. We were going to go someplace else."
"No, they are going to go someplace else." Seto told him. "You are staying here until I can find you a good doctor."
"Seto, I-"
Ding, dong!
Mokuba and Seto exchanged looks.
Ding, dong!
"Seto," Mokuba said as calmly as he could. "Please, let me go with them. Please!"
Ding, dong, ding, dong!
"No way. Knowing Ishtar you'll come back in a body bag with the note, 'Sorry, I didn't think he was flammable.' inside. You're not going."
Ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong!
"But Ryou will be there! And you even said it yourself before that's he's pretty normal."
"In comparison!" Seto exasperated. "I said he was pretty normal in comparison! Anyone is pretty normal compared to those two!"
Ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong!
"But Seto!" Mokuba whined. "You can trust Ryou! You know you can!"
Seto frowned. That was true. The white haired boy was very trustworthy...
Mokuba's eyes lit up. His resolve was weakening! Victory was in sight!
"No."
And all the mental cheering abruptly ceased.
"Please!"
"Not going to happen."
Ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong!!
"Would those idiots leave the damn bell alone?!"
"I'm going!" Mokuba shouted. Seto barely had time to compute what his brother had said when he went dashing out the room, down the hall, and towards the front door.
He ran fast, but Seto was faster. He stopped his brother before he could reach the door. Mokuba leaned against the wall, pouting at his brother. This seemed to have little effect as Seto merely shrugged it off before wrenching the door open.
"It's about time!" Bakura growled and pushed pass Seto into the house. Malik followed Bakura in while admiring the new, thick golden bracelets he had wrapped around his tan wrists that morning.
"Hello, Kaiba." Ryou said in his usual friendly manner. "How are you today?"
Seto snarled at him.
"Erm, forget I said anything..." Ryou didn't back up though. He had seen much worse than a snarly Kaiba. He did live with Bakura, after all.
"Hey kid, you ready to go?" Bakura asked.
"Ye-"
"No!" Seto cut in and glared at Malik. "He's not going with you."
Malik looked up from his wrist and frowned. Why was Kaiba mad with him? He hadn't done anything wrong. Well, at least not to Kaiba.
That day.
"Bakura was the one who asked." Malik pointed out.
"Bakura isn't the one I'm worried about!"
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"Kaiba," Ryou cut in gently, smiling understandingly at him. "I'm going to be there, too."
Seto faltered. He knew? He knew!
"You know!" Seto exclaimed, feeling anger churning the pit of his stomach. Why didn't Ryou ever tell him in school about this little...problem?
"You know?!" Mokuba squeaked out behind Seto.
"You know what?" Bakura asked, gazing suspiciously at his hikari.
"I think I'm going to get these bracelets engraved." Malik said, still examining his jewelry and rather oblivious to the other conversation. "Maybe some nice Egyptian symbols. What do you think, Bakura?"
"I think you're an idiot." Said Bakura.
'Hear, hear!' Seto mentally laughed.
"Hn, you don't know anything." Malik sniffed. "Mokuba, what do you think?"
"I-I think anything you do to it will look nice, Malik." He flushed lightly. "Everything looks good on you."
Malik nodded his head in solemn agreement. "That is true."
"Hey, Malik!" Bakura let out a loud laugh. "I think the kid has a cru-"
"YAMI DID THE COOLEST THING YESTERDAY!!" Ryou interrupted with a panicked and desperate scream.
And the room fell silent.
"What," Bakura asked, his right eye twitching. "Could the pharaoh have done that you would have considered 'cool'?"
Everyone's eyes were on Ryou. Well, actually, everyone but Mokuba's. His keep darting over in Malik's general vicinity.
"He...he, uh," Ryou stammered, struggling to find words to say. He feverishly hoped no one else noticed his obvious lie. He hadn't even seen Yami the day before, Bakura had kept him...busy all day. "He...did this cool thing...too cool to put into words!"
Bakura snapped. "Bah! As if that baka can do anything besides take up space! And what the hell is it with him and tight leather?! By Ra, he looks like he's wearing painted saran wrap!"
"I don't know, Bakura." Malik said thoughtfully. "Does saran wrap really keep its luster after being painted on?"
"How the hell should I know?"
Malik shrugged and started playing with a small, dragon shaped candle holder on the table beside him. He had grown bored of admiring his bracelets.
"Would you put that down before you break something?" Seto said coldly.
Malik glared at him, then made an exaggerated show of laying the object down.
"Was it a card move? I bet I could beat it..."
Ryou sighed. "I'm sure you could, Ba-"
"If you're sure I could beat it, then what makes it so cool?!"
"Nothing! Just forget I even said it!"
"Just tell me what it was!"
"Hey!" Seto snapped at Malik. "I told you not to touch that!"
Malik jumped at Seto's voice and begrudgingly put the candle holder back down. His lilac eyes still fixated on it. If Seto would only look away... Just once! For the love of Ra, it was Slyther the Sky Dragon! Why shouldn't he have it? He couldn't have the card, so why not the candle stick holder? It was his birth right, damn it! Malik frowned at his slightly skewed reasoning. Or at least he would have, if his skewed reasoning didn't make so much sense to him, which it often did. But that's no reason why he shouldn't have-
"Man! Is it windy out there!"
Everyone looked up at the newest arrival, including Bakura who was still trying to get it out of Ryou what was so "cool" about the Pharaoh. Bakura has...jealousy issues, to put it lightly.
Katsuya's bright smile faded as he noticed all the people watching him. "Um, what's going on?"
"They came to pick me up to hang out." Mokuba explained.
"Oh. Okay." He waited for a response, but when none came he ventured with, "So why are we all just staring at each other?"
"Because I don't tr-- MALIK! YOU TOUCH THAT ONE MORE TIME AND I'LL BREAK YOUR HAND!"
Malik glared pointedly at Seto. He hadn't even touched it, yet! He was reaching for it, was all! He flashed a taunting smirk at Seto and poked the candle stick holder three times as emphasis for his words. "Touch, touch, touch."
Kaiba's lips thinned, his already diminishing patience just about dissipated as he began to storm up to the still smirking and now giggling Malik. Mokuba spun around and latched onto his brother's arm. Stopping his advance momentarily, Mokuba looked pleadingly up at him. "NO! Don't hurt him, Seto!"
"Yeah!" Malik nodded. "Listen to Mokuba. He's smart!"
Mokuba's face flared up at the compliment. "You really think so, Malik?"
Seto yanked his brother behind his back as if to shield him from Malik. His blue eyes sending murderous promises to the Egyptian. "Keep away from him, Ishtar!"
"Er, Seto?" Katsuya's voice shook with uncertainty. "What are you doing?"
"Your boyfriend has anger issues, blondie." Malik responded with a wave of his hand.
"I have anger issues? Me?! That's a laugh, coming from the guy who created another person from his hatred!"
Malik's eyes narrowed. Marik was no comparison. That was constructive!! "At least I don't go around breaking people's hands." He hissed, his eyes glancing down at the candlestick holder.
"...Don't you kill them?" Jou asked slowly.
"Yes. Do you know how painful and frustrating a broken hand is? I figure I'm doing them a favor."
To his right, Bakura nodded once in firm agreement.
"Couldn't you just do neither?"
Malik and Bakura's heads snapped in Ryou's direction, their eyes a little wider and lighted with unveiled confusion and disbelief.
"Neither?" Bakura echoed. "I...what? I don't understand."
Ryou coughed in hand. "Never mind. How about we go to the game shop?"
"The Pharaoh will be there." Bakura grimaced.
"Yes, he will be there." Ryou's eyes flickered over to Seto. "So how's that?"
Bakura frowned. "I suppose we could...I'll annihilate him in Duel Monsters. See how cool you think he is then."
"I'm in." Malik announced. "I want to ask the Pharaoh if saran wrap stays shiny, or does he need to use a special paint." He hesitated. "Do they make extra shiny paint? Maybe I could redecorate Isis's room..." He let out a low chuckle, his eyes glinting.
"Seto?" Mokuba looked up at his brother imploringly.
"You," He looked up at Ryou. Yami was going to be there. "...Can go. We'll continue the conversation when you get back."
Mokuba smiled blindingly and he raced off to retrieve his coat out of the other room. "See you, Seto! Bye, Jou!"
Katsuya and Seto watched as Mokuba ran over to where Malik was and waited to walk out the door with him. Malik didn't seem to notice, as he was too busy meeting glare for glare what Kaiba was giving him, which is no small task. Mokuba was practically bouncing with excitement as the four walked out the door.
"Hey Seto? Are you getting your Dragon candlestick holder cleaned?"
"What?" Seto's blood pressure rose. "SON OF A--"
***
The four boys were half way to the game shop when Mokuba finally gained enough courage to speak to the pretty Egyptian walking next to him.
"Hey, um, Malik?" Mokuba said quietly, his eyes focused on the ground.
"Yeah?"
"Here." Mokuba reached into his pocket and presented the older boy with the much coveted--well, at least by Malik and as of that morning Seto--candle stick holder. "I...thought you might like to have it."
Malik grinned widely. "Thanks, Mokuba!" He reached an arm out to grab Mokuba and pulled him in for a quick, one handed hug before examining the silver and red object closer.
Mokuba's face had darkened to a deep crimson.
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You see, the idea of Mokuba wanting to be with one of them I find very cute. The thought of Mokuba *actually* with one of them? Um, no thank you. He's a tad too young (poor mokie). I think it's like a first crush type thing. Sort of like Li and Yuki from CCS...except Yuki is polite, sweet, and nice while Malik is...not XP
And...this is it! Yep, no more ss. Anything else I think of I may just post totally separate, you know?
Review please!
Thank you for all the reviews ^_^
WARNING: This fanfic contains YAOI which is BOYxBOY material!! If you got a problem with that, RUN!!!
DISCLAIMER: Last night the owner of Yu Gi Oh knocked on my door and said, "I have seen the light! Yaoi for my characters is surly the right way to go! But alas! I am inexperienced in this area, so I entrust upon you my creation!" And that's how I became the Ultra Mega Supreme Ruler of the Yu Gi Oh Universe. And now that you've all had your daily laugh at the expense of someone else's disillusions, please enjoy my FAN fiction.
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~Candlestick Holder~
Seto's eye twitched as his home office door creaked open. He had been working non stop on the computer for the past nine hours, only taking a break once to go to the bathroom. And when he got back all hell had yet again broken loose on the screen. To think such a thing could invade Seto's personal computer was a shock for the high school genius, and he took it as an insult to his intellect. He had not gotten very far during his hours of work. Actually, he had only managed to decide on one thing: Pop-up ads were Satan's digital minions.
"Seto?"
Another ad popped up.
"Go away, Mokuba. I'm busy."
...What the hell? Seventy percent off on breast enlargement supplements?
"But..." His brother shuffled his feet nervously. "I really need to talk to you."
Did he LOOK like he wanted to make a purchase of that sort?!
"All right, Mokuba. But later, okay?"
Oh, he would reek unholy havoc on who ever was responsible for the pop- ups' creation.
"You don't understand, I really need to talk to you." He emphasized the word really as he spoke.
Another ad came up that captured Seto's attention immediately.
"It can wait."
Seto read it over.
"No, it can't." Mokuba took a deep breath. "I have a crush on someone."
Authentic Dueling Discs as made by Kaiba Corporations! Eighty percent off!
"Good. You can tell me all about her...later, that is."
Why bother buying overpriced dueling discs when authentic ones for an eighth of the price can be shipped straight to your door?
"It's not a her."
Overpriced? The prices on his dueling discs were well priced! Exceptionally so, even!
"Then you can tell me all about him...later."
When he discovered who was responsible for these shoddy, 80% off-
"It's Malik."
...
"..."
"...Seto?"
"Malik is selling my dueling discs?"
"What? No! Malik is the boy I like."
"Oh."
"..."
"..."
"...Seto?"
Twitch.
"Malik, you say?"
Twitch.
"As in psycho Malik? Thief Malik? Murderer Malik?"
"Hey now, the police couldn't prove that was him."
Twitch. "Of course they couldn't, Mokuba. He took over their minds. That's what he does. Thus, him being dubbed as psycho Malik. You like," twitch. "Him?"
"Well..." Mokuba's cheeks took on a gentle pink hue.
Twitch twitch.
"Er, Seto? Is there something wrong with your eye...?"
Seto leapt out of his seat in a fury, the computer and the minions inhabiting it temporarily forgotten. "MALIK? MALIK?! WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!"
Mokuba cowered slightly at his brother's outrage. "What? He's not so bad."
"Not so..." Seto stared incredulously. "Mokuba, he kidnapped you."
"Yeah? A lot of people do. I don't hold a personal grudge against each one."
"But...he's insane."
"So is Bakura."
"And I don't trust him, either!"
"But what about Ryou?" Mokuba protested. "Him and Bakura are together, and there's nothing wrong with their relationship!"
Seto blanched. He could think of a million and one things to say in response to that, and each one he didn't want his brother to know about until he was thirty and married.
"Besides, I know I wouldn't stand a chance with Malik." Mokuba said in a dejected tone. "With Marik there and everything. I just...I just like him."
"But he's Malik!" Why couldn't his brother just see that fact?!
"I know! Look, I just wanted to tell you because I need help."
"Well that's apparent. But don't worry, Mokuba. I'll have the most accredited psychiatrist here by tomorrow morn-"
"No!"
"What? Would you prefer to be committed? I'd really rather try the therapy first."
"I don't need that kind of help!" Mokuba exclaimed. He glowered full force at his brother's doubtful look. "I just want to know how I can best...disguise my feelings. You're good at things like that."
"Is this your idea of flattery, Mokuba?"
"Yes."
"It's not very good."
"Will you please just help me!"
"I tried, but you don't seem to want profes-"
"You know what I mean!"
Seto paused thoughtfully and pursed his lips. "Stay away from him. That's the best way to hide your feelings."
"What? That doesn't help! He'll be here any minute!"
"What do you mean by that?" Seto could feel his twitch threatening to make an encore appearance.
"We're going to hang out together." Mokuba mumbled.
"Alone?!"
"No, Ryou and Bakura are coming over, too."
"Bakura? Bakura and Malik?!" And the twitch was back! "No. No, they're not coming here."
"We're not staying here, Seto. We were going to go someplace else."
"No, they are going to go someplace else." Seto told him. "You are staying here until I can find you a good doctor."
"Seto, I-"
Ding, dong!
Mokuba and Seto exchanged looks.
Ding, dong!
"Seto," Mokuba said as calmly as he could. "Please, let me go with them. Please!"
Ding, dong, ding, dong!
"No way. Knowing Ishtar you'll come back in a body bag with the note, 'Sorry, I didn't think he was flammable.' inside. You're not going."
Ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong!
"But Ryou will be there! And you even said it yourself before that's he's pretty normal."
"In comparison!" Seto exasperated. "I said he was pretty normal in comparison! Anyone is pretty normal compared to those two!"
Ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong!
"But Seto!" Mokuba whined. "You can trust Ryou! You know you can!"
Seto frowned. That was true. The white haired boy was very trustworthy...
Mokuba's eyes lit up. His resolve was weakening! Victory was in sight!
"No."
And all the mental cheering abruptly ceased.
"Please!"
"Not going to happen."
Ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong!!
"Would those idiots leave the damn bell alone?!"
"I'm going!" Mokuba shouted. Seto barely had time to compute what his brother had said when he went dashing out the room, down the hall, and towards the front door.
He ran fast, but Seto was faster. He stopped his brother before he could reach the door. Mokuba leaned against the wall, pouting at his brother. This seemed to have little effect as Seto merely shrugged it off before wrenching the door open.
"It's about time!" Bakura growled and pushed pass Seto into the house. Malik followed Bakura in while admiring the new, thick golden bracelets he had wrapped around his tan wrists that morning.
"Hello, Kaiba." Ryou said in his usual friendly manner. "How are you today?"
Seto snarled at him.
"Erm, forget I said anything..." Ryou didn't back up though. He had seen much worse than a snarly Kaiba. He did live with Bakura, after all.
"Hey kid, you ready to go?" Bakura asked.
"Ye-"
"No!" Seto cut in and glared at Malik. "He's not going with you."
Malik looked up from his wrist and frowned. Why was Kaiba mad with him? He hadn't done anything wrong. Well, at least not to Kaiba.
That day.
"Bakura was the one who asked." Malik pointed out.
"Bakura isn't the one I'm worried about!"
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"Kaiba," Ryou cut in gently, smiling understandingly at him. "I'm going to be there, too."
Seto faltered. He knew? He knew!
"You know!" Seto exclaimed, feeling anger churning the pit of his stomach. Why didn't Ryou ever tell him in school about this little...problem?
"You know?!" Mokuba squeaked out behind Seto.
"You know what?" Bakura asked, gazing suspiciously at his hikari.
"I think I'm going to get these bracelets engraved." Malik said, still examining his jewelry and rather oblivious to the other conversation. "Maybe some nice Egyptian symbols. What do you think, Bakura?"
"I think you're an idiot." Said Bakura.
'Hear, hear!' Seto mentally laughed.
"Hn, you don't know anything." Malik sniffed. "Mokuba, what do you think?"
"I-I think anything you do to it will look nice, Malik." He flushed lightly. "Everything looks good on you."
Malik nodded his head in solemn agreement. "That is true."
"Hey, Malik!" Bakura let out a loud laugh. "I think the kid has a cru-"
"YAMI DID THE COOLEST THING YESTERDAY!!" Ryou interrupted with a panicked and desperate scream.
And the room fell silent.
"What," Bakura asked, his right eye twitching. "Could the pharaoh have done that you would have considered 'cool'?"
Everyone's eyes were on Ryou. Well, actually, everyone but Mokuba's. His keep darting over in Malik's general vicinity.
"He...he, uh," Ryou stammered, struggling to find words to say. He feverishly hoped no one else noticed his obvious lie. He hadn't even seen Yami the day before, Bakura had kept him...busy all day. "He...did this cool thing...too cool to put into words!"
Bakura snapped. "Bah! As if that baka can do anything besides take up space! And what the hell is it with him and tight leather?! By Ra, he looks like he's wearing painted saran wrap!"
"I don't know, Bakura." Malik said thoughtfully. "Does saran wrap really keep its luster after being painted on?"
"How the hell should I know?"
Malik shrugged and started playing with a small, dragon shaped candle holder on the table beside him. He had grown bored of admiring his bracelets.
"Would you put that down before you break something?" Seto said coldly.
Malik glared at him, then made an exaggerated show of laying the object down.
"Was it a card move? I bet I could beat it..."
Ryou sighed. "I'm sure you could, Ba-"
"If you're sure I could beat it, then what makes it so cool?!"
"Nothing! Just forget I even said it!"
"Just tell me what it was!"
"Hey!" Seto snapped at Malik. "I told you not to touch that!"
Malik jumped at Seto's voice and begrudgingly put the candle holder back down. His lilac eyes still fixated on it. If Seto would only look away... Just once! For the love of Ra, it was Slyther the Sky Dragon! Why shouldn't he have it? He couldn't have the card, so why not the candle stick holder? It was his birth right, damn it! Malik frowned at his slightly skewed reasoning. Or at least he would have, if his skewed reasoning didn't make so much sense to him, which it often did. But that's no reason why he shouldn't have-
"Man! Is it windy out there!"
Everyone looked up at the newest arrival, including Bakura who was still trying to get it out of Ryou what was so "cool" about the Pharaoh. Bakura has...jealousy issues, to put it lightly.
Katsuya's bright smile faded as he noticed all the people watching him. "Um, what's going on?"
"They came to pick me up to hang out." Mokuba explained.
"Oh. Okay." He waited for a response, but when none came he ventured with, "So why are we all just staring at each other?"
"Because I don't tr-- MALIK! YOU TOUCH THAT ONE MORE TIME AND I'LL BREAK YOUR HAND!"
Malik glared pointedly at Seto. He hadn't even touched it, yet! He was reaching for it, was all! He flashed a taunting smirk at Seto and poked the candle stick holder three times as emphasis for his words. "Touch, touch, touch."
Kaiba's lips thinned, his already diminishing patience just about dissipated as he began to storm up to the still smirking and now giggling Malik. Mokuba spun around and latched onto his brother's arm. Stopping his advance momentarily, Mokuba looked pleadingly up at him. "NO! Don't hurt him, Seto!"
"Yeah!" Malik nodded. "Listen to Mokuba. He's smart!"
Mokuba's face flared up at the compliment. "You really think so, Malik?"
Seto yanked his brother behind his back as if to shield him from Malik. His blue eyes sending murderous promises to the Egyptian. "Keep away from him, Ishtar!"
"Er, Seto?" Katsuya's voice shook with uncertainty. "What are you doing?"
"Your boyfriend has anger issues, blondie." Malik responded with a wave of his hand.
"I have anger issues? Me?! That's a laugh, coming from the guy who created another person from his hatred!"
Malik's eyes narrowed. Marik was no comparison. That was constructive!! "At least I don't go around breaking people's hands." He hissed, his eyes glancing down at the candlestick holder.
"...Don't you kill them?" Jou asked slowly.
"Yes. Do you know how painful and frustrating a broken hand is? I figure I'm doing them a favor."
To his right, Bakura nodded once in firm agreement.
"Couldn't you just do neither?"
Malik and Bakura's heads snapped in Ryou's direction, their eyes a little wider and lighted with unveiled confusion and disbelief.
"Neither?" Bakura echoed. "I...what? I don't understand."
Ryou coughed in hand. "Never mind. How about we go to the game shop?"
"The Pharaoh will be there." Bakura grimaced.
"Yes, he will be there." Ryou's eyes flickered over to Seto. "So how's that?"
Bakura frowned. "I suppose we could...I'll annihilate him in Duel Monsters. See how cool you think he is then."
"I'm in." Malik announced. "I want to ask the Pharaoh if saran wrap stays shiny, or does he need to use a special paint." He hesitated. "Do they make extra shiny paint? Maybe I could redecorate Isis's room..." He let out a low chuckle, his eyes glinting.
"Seto?" Mokuba looked up at his brother imploringly.
"You," He looked up at Ryou. Yami was going to be there. "...Can go. We'll continue the conversation when you get back."
Mokuba smiled blindingly and he raced off to retrieve his coat out of the other room. "See you, Seto! Bye, Jou!"
Katsuya and Seto watched as Mokuba ran over to where Malik was and waited to walk out the door with him. Malik didn't seem to notice, as he was too busy meeting glare for glare what Kaiba was giving him, which is no small task. Mokuba was practically bouncing with excitement as the four walked out the door.
"Hey Seto? Are you getting your Dragon candlestick holder cleaned?"
"What?" Seto's blood pressure rose. "SON OF A--"
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The four boys were half way to the game shop when Mokuba finally gained enough courage to speak to the pretty Egyptian walking next to him.
"Hey, um, Malik?" Mokuba said quietly, his eyes focused on the ground.
"Yeah?"
"Here." Mokuba reached into his pocket and presented the older boy with the much coveted--well, at least by Malik and as of that morning Seto--candle stick holder. "I...thought you might like to have it."
Malik grinned widely. "Thanks, Mokuba!" He reached an arm out to grab Mokuba and pulled him in for a quick, one handed hug before examining the silver and red object closer.
Mokuba's face had darkened to a deep crimson.
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You see, the idea of Mokuba wanting to be with one of them I find very cute. The thought of Mokuba *actually* with one of them? Um, no thank you. He's a tad too young (poor mokie). I think it's like a first crush type thing. Sort of like Li and Yuki from CCS...except Yuki is polite, sweet, and nice while Malik is...not XP
And...this is it! Yep, no more ss. Anything else I think of I may just post totally separate, you know?
Review please!