Malik's Day Out

A Yu-Gi-Oh! Fanfiction by SpookyChild

Author's Notes:

Well, here you are again, lost in my sneaky, evil web of lies, deceit, and…Yu-Gi-Oh characters. This is a lovely installment where Malik takes a lovely walk by his lovely self and has a lovely freaking time. I'm actually beginning to feel sorry for him…oh wait, no I'm not.

Disclaimer: I don't own ANYTHING…except everything in this story! HA! BOOYA, GRANDMA!

The Chapter That Comes Before All Other Chapters!

(That means chapter one.)

"No Bakura, I don't think it's wise for you to stick Ryou in a box and put him in the cargo area with all the luggage just so you can get a lower price on air-line tickets." Malik stated, holding the phone with one hand and cleaning the windows with the other. "Well, that might work… but what about air?" Malik made a face and held the phone in place with his shoulder. "He's not a damn fish, Bakura…"

"Malik, who's on the phone?" Isis asked, pausing to look into the kitchen.

"Bakura. I think he drank too much Fresca again." Malik put the Windex down and placed his hand on his hip. "Well Bakura, why don't you just go into the Ring, and then Ryou will just buy one ticket?" Malik paused for a moment. "Go to Hell yourself!" He yelled, slamming down the phone. Isis raised an eyebrow.

"What was that all about?" She asked.

"Godzilla." Malik answered absentmindedly. Isis blinked.

"…That had nothing to do with Godzilla!" She yelled.

"Where's Yami?" Malik asked, changing the subject.

"Outside." Isis stated. "He's been watching reruns of old 'Dennis the Menace' episodes, so I gave him a sling shot and told him to go play."

Malik walked over to the window and looked out, seeing his Yami standing in a yard full of dead pigeons, shooting rocks into the sky. Malik opened the window and stuck his head out.

"Yami, what are you doing?" He asked. Yami Malik stopped shooting rocks and grinned at Malik.

"I'm a menace to society!" Y. Malik giggled. He stopped suddenly and turned to see an elderly man walking down the street. "I'm gonna getcha, Mr. Wilson!" He shrieked, and began pelting the man with rocks. Malik closed the window and sighed.

"Shouldn't you do something about that man?" Isis asked, glancing out the window nervously. "He's not moving."

"Oh, he'll move. If he knows what's good for him." Malik replied absentmindedly.

"…That didn't make any sense!"

"I'm going to take a walk." Malik stated, opening the hall closet and grabbing his jacket. "I'll be home in time to watch 'Martha Stuart Living'. But if I'm not, tape it for me. OR I'LL TAPE YOU!" Malik added, waving his arms crazily in front of his sister's face. Isis blinked.

"…Okay." She stammered. Malik nodded and walked out the door, pulling on his jacket. When he passed the mailbox, he noticed that Y. Malik had stopped harassing the elderly man and was now following him. Malik stopped and turned to face him.

"What are you doing?" He asked suspiciously.

"Nothing…" Y. Malik replied innocently.

"Nothing? Or…something?"

"Well, I'm certainly not following you, if that's what you're asking." Y. Malik exclaimed. Malik narrowed his eyes.

"How do I know that you're not following me?" He asked. Y. Malik stood there for a moment longer with a grin on his face.

"…I like you." Y. Malik stated, grabbing Malik's head and hugging it tightly. Malik struggled for a minute before pointing behind Y. Malik.

"Look! Keebler Elves!" He stated. Y. Malik quickly dropped Malik and spun around, giving Malik enough time to run away.

"I LOVE COOKIES!!!!! " Y. Malik screamed and shot out into the distance like a rocket that was just told that Lance Bass was going to navigate it. Malik watched him and shook his head.

"He falls for that every time."

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(A/N)

Woo! You just loved that, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU?! Yes, you did, because I control your mind. You are thinking of how pretty I am, aren't you? Of course you are. KILL! KILL! KILL! AND SO FORTH!

Stay tuned for: The Chapter That Comes After The First Chapter! (That means chapter two.)

Thanks for doing that thing!