Here's the third installment! Happy Reading!
Summary: An orange ball with black stripes makes it way through Domino City, helping the gang with their problems.
Disclaimer: How many times have I said I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh?
Mariku Orisan & Malik Ishtar
Malik shook his head, heading towards his best friend's house. As he walked down the sidewalks, passing the street lamps, all he could think about was the argument with his boyfriend when he should be happy about his sister's new job. Isis Ishtar had been promoted to Executive Director at Domino Museum (1). He was so happy for her so the two went out to eat.
But that night, after congratulating his sister for her job well done, he had gone home to find a very outraged boyfriend, who looked ready to murder.
Malik opened the door to the apartment he shared with his boyfriend of two years: Mariku Orisan. The two had met when Ryou started dating Bakura Takei; an agent for models. Ryou had wanted to go out with Bakura but his aunt, Katrina –who had been taking care of him while his father was in Egypt at the time- refused for her baby nephew to be anywhere alone with her best friend.
So, Ryou talked Malik into coming with him on a double date. The next day, Malik couldn't wait to see the dark sandy-blonde again. The man made his insides ache and it was in a good way (-winks-).
Malik sighed, shutting the door and smiling as he remembered the look on his sister's face when she told him. She hadn't smiled like that since the two of them left their parents when they were younger. She was finally happy and Malik couldn't be happier for her. "Mariku," he called, unaware of the presence sitting in the dark living room, glaring,
"You in here?"
He moved his hand to the wall next to the door and flipped on the lights, spotting his boyfriend there. "Hey! You can not believe what happened to me earlier. Aw, man, it was the greatest just to see a smile on her…." Malik paused, seeing the look the older one was giving him. "What?"
"Where have you been?" The tone of his voice caused Malik to shiver. Mariku had never spoken to him like that before. "Do you know what time it is?"
Malik eyes flickered to the clock on the wall. 11:35 P.M. "Yeah, so? I was out with…"
"With who?" Mariku stood, crossing the little room so he was standing in front of Malik. "With one of those whores at work you hang out with? Really, Malik, I thought you were better then that. I guess I was wrong."
Malik glared. "I happened to be out with my sister. She received a promotion at work and wanted to celebrate."
Malik couldn't believe it. Mariku didn't even believe him! "You know what; I don't need this shit right now!" He turned around, wanting to get out of the apartment and away from his angry boyfriend before something happened. From what he heard from Bakura, it was not a good thing to get Mariku mad.
When his hand touched the door knob, a hand roughly grabbed his shoulder, turned him around, and pushed him against the door. "So, you do admit it, huh?" Mariku asked, breath smelling of alcohol. "I should have known."
Pain seared up Malik's shoulder where his boyfriend had his hands, applying pressure. "Mariku, let go!"
Mariku backed away. "Whatever. Just get out."
And that's exactly what Malik did.
Malik looked up from the sidewalk to see he was at the two-story, white house. He ran the rest of the way to the front door and pressed the door bell, hearing the dingdong. Malik smiled at his friend when the door opened. "Do you think I can stay here tonight?"
Ryou nodded. "Yeah." He saw the look in the other's eyes; sadness. "What happened?" he asked, when he shut the door. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
"Mariku." The name came out in a choked sob as Malik slid to the floor. "He thought I was out cheating on him! I was with my sister!"
"I know. Aunt Kat told me about Isis's promotion." Ryou sat down beside the boy. "Mariku really thought that?"
Malik nodded, not trusting himself to say anything else.
Ryou stood, grinning. "I'll be right back." He walked out of the kitchen, leaving a silent friend behind. About five minutes later he came back in, shaking his head in desperation. "Where the hell did I put it?"
Malik raised his head. "Put what?"
Ryou sat down again. "When Bakura and I were having trouble, Katrina used a basketball to show Bakura how he really cared about me, though I still believe he shouldn't have needed the explanation. I thought that I could do that for you."
The sandy-haired teen laughed. "A basketball? Where did she ever get that?"
"Jonouchi. He's trying to teach Seto how to play." He smiled. "I don't think it's working though. I mean, he doesn't even have the basketball. I had it in my room and now I can't find it." Ryou frowned. "Sorry."
"Don't be. You tried." Malik stood. "I should get going."
Ryou nodded. "All right." He followed Malik to the front door, letting the boy leave, before shutting the door again. "I wish I could find that damn thing?"
"Find what?" A voice piped up behind him.
Ryou turned, scowling. "Don't you know it's not nice to come up behind people?"
Katrina raised her hands in defeat. "Yeah, sorry. Well, what can't you find?"
"The basketball. I thought that maybe I could help Malik with his problem. Apparently Mariku was mad he came home so late."
His aunt nodded. "I gave it to Bakura because he wanted to explain how I compared it to you and his relationship to Mariku." She sighed, sitting down on the couch, flipping on the TV. "He complained that it smelled too much like my perfume! He called it a 'raunchy whore smell'. I got back at him though."
Malik stood outside of the apartment, not sure if he should go in. He slid down to the floor and rested his back against the wall beside the door. He blinked his eyes when he felt hot tears cascade down his cheeks as he thought of what might happen later. What if Mariku decided to break up with him for the accusation that not even Mariku knew was true? Which, it isn't.
He flinched when the apartment door opened, closing his eyes. Steps stopped in front of him, and he felt warm breath on his face, causing his eyes to open and stare into red ones. His breath hitched, throat closing as Mariku spoke, "I'm sorry."
Malik stared. "What?"
"I smelled this really bad smell in your clothes earlier when I was looking for something for you to wear tonight and I jumped to conclusions." Mariku stood, reaching down and grabbing Malik's hand, then pulling the boy in his arms. "Bakura called after you left and asked if that basketball he brought over this morning was still here. When I went to get it, I started smelling that smell again. So, I smelled the basketball."
"Why the you smell a basketball, Mariku?" Malik questioned, laying his head on his boyfriend's shoulder.
"Because it was then that I realized the smell of the perfume was coming from the basketball and not your clothes." Mariku chuckled, resting his head on the top of Malik's head. "Apparently Ryou's aunt wears the raunchiest perfume ever."
Malik pulled away slightly and gazed at his boyfriend. "Why were you picking out clothes for me to wear?"
"So you could be even more beautiful when I asked you something."
Mariku smiled, kissing him lightly on the lips, and then kneeled down on one knee, watching Malik's eyes widen when the boy realized what the question was, but Mariku asked it anyway. "Malik Julian Ishtar, will you marry me?"
The only response he received was a long, passionate kiss and Mariku was truly happy for that.
sighs happily- Well, was that sweet or not! Next up, Yami/Yugi!
(1) I'm not sure if that is a job position in a museum so, yeah… just go with it.
Dymond: Aw, you're so sweet. Katrina is Ryou's aunt… I, um, accidentally put down 'sister'. I didn't even notice until I re-read it after you pointed it out. –sweatdrops- That's what I get for not proofreading. Thankies!
Dagger Maxwell: Everyone is so sweet! -smiles- I must have done something nice for the sweetness. Yes! I know you are wondering what my questions are about! Yami/ Yugi will be the next chapter. Thankies!
Hikari's-dark-side-08: -takes piece of paper- Oh, don't be confused! I always thought one-shots were my bad points… hm, you have made me rethink. Thankies!
All right guys! I know you all have been waiting very patiently for this, so, without further ado… here are the answers to what some of you guys did:
1, Your lucky number
2, This is how many people you have to tell about this. So, you have to do this and maybe, everything will come out GR-R-REAT in the end!
3, This is the person you love with your heart
4, This person loves you the most
5, This person knows you the best
6, This person cares about you the most
7, You like this person but know that a relationship with him/her would not work out
8, This is how you feel about the person in #3
9, This is how you feel about the person in #7
10, This is what you have been thinking about
11, And this is what you think of life!
Well, how did you guys do? I'm really interested! It worked for everyone I know; including me and that says something! Thankies!