[fic] A Dead Dedication - Slave
※ Pairing - MarikxRyou
※ Written - March 14, 2006
※ Warnings - none
※ Disclaimer - I don't own it.
※ Deathshipping #5 ※
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Malik Ishtar spit out his drink, narrowly missing the laughing thief king. Lavender stared at a darker shade in surprise, “What do you mean you got a job?”
Marik Ishtar blinked as the laughing thief king literally fell out of his chair from the apparent hilarity of the situation. “Did I speak ancient Egyptian or something? I mean, I got a job. Pretty simple concept Malik.” He muttered, slightly embarrassed by their reactions. He was kind of glad that Ryou had band and couldn’t sit with them this lunch period.
“Okay…” Malik began, putting his soda down for the moment, “Let’s put this another way. Someone actually hired you?”
Marik winced, and then pouted, “That hurt.”
“No offence.” Malik quickly added.
The Egyptian yami glared, “Gee, none taken.”
Malik shook his head, wanting to quickly rectify the situation. “That’s not what I meant. Look, why do you need to get a job? You help around the house, it’s not like Isis is going to kick you out or anything.”
Marik glared at the white haired fiend as the yami climbed back into his chair. “Maybe because I want one. What is so funny tomb robber?” He demanded calmly.
Bakura wiped at his eyes, “The idea of you becoming anybody’s slave is what’s so funny!”
Both Egyptians looked at him in confusion.
Malik was the first to blink, “Ah, that’s not what a job is Bakura.” He began. “You get paid for what you work.”
The white haired male snorted, “Still, it involves Marik listening to someone tell him what to do. The only person I know of that Marik will listen to is Ryou.”
“Yes, but that’s because Ryou’s got him wrapped around his baby finger.” Malik retorted with an eye roll, as if everyone didn’t already know that.
“That’s because Marik will do anything to get a piece of Ryou’s ass.” Bakura countered. “Did you know it’s been more than a week?” He began.
Malik’s eyes widened at the thought. “What did Marik do this time?”
Bakura shrugged as he dug into his lunch. “Something about their two month anniversary. I’m so glad we don’t have those kinds of things.”
Malik sighed, “We do Bakura, but I’m the only one who ever celebrates. Anyway, back to Marik.”
“Marik is still here.” Marik growled, sick of the squabbling. “And why I want a job is none of your business.”
“Wait! I’ve got it!” Bakura began, “You forgot that anniversary and can’t buy Ryou off because you have no money. Therefore you need a job…since you suck at stealing.” He muttered the last bit quietly.
Marik glared at him, “First, it has not been a week. Second, I don’t want to steal. And third, I did not forget the anniversary. No, I didn’t have money to get Ryou anything, but he’s not as materialistic as you two.”
“I’m a thief.” Bakura said it slowly, as if it was hard to understand. “Of course I’m materialistic!”
Marik continued, “But I’d like to pay for once when we do go out and I’d like to shower him with nice things. I can’t exactly do that with no cash. Hence, why I got the job.”
Malik grinned; knowing how hooked his darker half had become. “That’s kind of romantic. So who hired you anyway?” He wondered, taking a sip of his soda.
Marik hid a smirk, “Oh, I’ll be working at the Turtle Game Shop now.”
Lavender widened and Malik spit his drink out again. This time hitting Bakura.
“Hey!” The thief king wiped the pop from his eyes.
Grinning in victory, Marik continued, “I was kidding…Kaiba needed a bigger security team for KaibaLand. The pay is pretty good and I can go to KaibaLand with a friend without paying anytime.”
“Hmm.” Malik had that ‘brainstorming’ look on his face as he looked over at the tomb robber.
Bakura saw it and glared, “I’m not getting a job Malik.”
The Egyptian glared back, “Oh yes you are.”
The white haired thief turned back to Marik. “I hate you.” He hissed.
Marik just smirked, “Now who’s wrapped around who’s little finger.”
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※ Written - March 14, 2006
※ Warnings - none
※ Disclaimer - I don't own it.
※ Deathshipping #5 ※
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Malik Ishtar spit out his drink, narrowly missing the laughing thief king. Lavender stared at a darker shade in surprise, “What do you mean you got a job?”
Marik Ishtar blinked as the laughing thief king literally fell out of his chair from the apparent hilarity of the situation. “Did I speak ancient Egyptian or something? I mean, I got a job. Pretty simple concept Malik.” He muttered, slightly embarrassed by their reactions. He was kind of glad that Ryou had band and couldn’t sit with them this lunch period.
“Okay…” Malik began, putting his soda down for the moment, “Let’s put this another way. Someone actually hired you?”
Marik winced, and then pouted, “That hurt.”
“No offence.” Malik quickly added.
The Egyptian yami glared, “Gee, none taken.”
Malik shook his head, wanting to quickly rectify the situation. “That’s not what I meant. Look, why do you need to get a job? You help around the house, it’s not like Isis is going to kick you out or anything.”
Marik glared at the white haired fiend as the yami climbed back into his chair. “Maybe because I want one. What is so funny tomb robber?” He demanded calmly.
Bakura wiped at his eyes, “The idea of you becoming anybody’s slave is what’s so funny!”
Both Egyptians looked at him in confusion.
Malik was the first to blink, “Ah, that’s not what a job is Bakura.” He began. “You get paid for what you work.”
The white haired male snorted, “Still, it involves Marik listening to someone tell him what to do. The only person I know of that Marik will listen to is Ryou.”
“Yes, but that’s because Ryou’s got him wrapped around his baby finger.” Malik retorted with an eye roll, as if everyone didn’t already know that.
“That’s because Marik will do anything to get a piece of Ryou’s ass.” Bakura countered. “Did you know it’s been more than a week?” He began.
Malik’s eyes widened at the thought. “What did Marik do this time?”
Bakura shrugged as he dug into his lunch. “Something about their two month anniversary. I’m so glad we don’t have those kinds of things.”
Malik sighed, “We do Bakura, but I’m the only one who ever celebrates. Anyway, back to Marik.”
“Marik is still here.” Marik growled, sick of the squabbling. “And why I want a job is none of your business.”
“Wait! I’ve got it!” Bakura began, “You forgot that anniversary and can’t buy Ryou off because you have no money. Therefore you need a job…since you suck at stealing.” He muttered the last bit quietly.
Marik glared at him, “First, it has not been a week. Second, I don’t want to steal. And third, I did not forget the anniversary. No, I didn’t have money to get Ryou anything, but he’s not as materialistic as you two.”
“I’m a thief.” Bakura said it slowly, as if it was hard to understand. “Of course I’m materialistic!”
Marik continued, “But I’d like to pay for once when we do go out and I’d like to shower him with nice things. I can’t exactly do that with no cash. Hence, why I got the job.”
Malik grinned; knowing how hooked his darker half had become. “That’s kind of romantic. So who hired you anyway?” He wondered, taking a sip of his soda.
Marik hid a smirk, “Oh, I’ll be working at the Turtle Game Shop now.”
Lavender widened and Malik spit his drink out again. This time hitting Bakura.
“Hey!” The thief king wiped the pop from his eyes.
Grinning in victory, Marik continued, “I was kidding…Kaiba needed a bigger security team for KaibaLand. The pay is pretty good and I can go to KaibaLand with a friend without paying anytime.”
“Hmm.” Malik had that ‘brainstorming’ look on his face as he looked over at the tomb robber.
Bakura saw it and glared, “I’m not getting a job Malik.”
The Egyptian glared back, “Oh yes you are.”
The white haired thief turned back to Marik. “I hate you.” He hissed.
Marik just smirked, “Now who’s wrapped around who’s little finger.”
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