Out of the frying pan
The next week was just one big disappointment for Marik and Malik. The day after all the fat people left the restaurant, thousands of people called and left a message on Marik and Malik's answering machine saying that they all wanted a refund from I.H.O.S. They didn't exactly know what was going on but they knew that Marik had something to do with it.
After all the refunds, I.H.O.S went bankrupt and they had to close. The only thing that made Malik happy about this was that they could get ride of Jim. Since Marik and Malik didn't own the building anymore, they couldn't reassure Jim that he'd always be able to stay there. But Marik said that as long as the cops didn't come, Jim was welcome to stay in his dumpster.
"Really, I can?" Jim asked gleefully.
"Sure," Marik answered, "As long as no one else buys the place and kicks you out… you can stay."
"I guess it doesn't make much of a difference to me…" Malik said gruffly, "Just as long as you leave us alone. Forever."
"Well, goodbye, Marik!" Jim ignored Malik's comment, "It's been nice knowing you!"
"Bye, Jim. Malik, say bye." Marik nudged his hikari.
Malik fidgeted for a second, "… Well… uh, sayonara."
Jim smiled and aggressively hugged his two friends. Marik hugged back a little and Malik tried to fight Jim off. But it didn't work. When Jim was satisfied with their goodbyes, he started to walk back to the dumpster behind the old I.H.O.S building.
As the next week progressed, Malik and Marik began their normal routine again. Sitting on the couch and arguing over the remote. Of course, things weren't back to normal just yet. There was one, or should I say two things missing.
"Our millennium rods!" Marik shouted from the north end of the couch, "I knew I forgot something!"
"Oh, yeah. That's right." Malik said thoughtfully, "Curt still has our rods, doesn't he?"
"How can you act so calm?! That slimy, dirty man has our millennium items!"
"…That reminds me. Did you ever figure out how Curt was able to free everyone from our mind control? I mean, was he actually able to activate them?"
"Who knows?" Marik sighed.
They sat in silence for a minute or two.
"…" Marik looked at his hikari, "Aw, what are we pouting for?! I mean, we can still take over the world without the millennium rods, right?"
"Not really. I mean, the chances are, like, slim to none."
"…"Marik threw a pillow at Malik.
"Ouch! What was that for?"
"You are such a negativity spreader! I mean, here I am trying to be all positive and here you come with your… statistics."
Marik was about to throw something else at Malik but before he could there was a knock at the door. "Delivery!" said the voice from the other side.
Marik motioned for his hikari to get up and answer the door. When Malik opened the door, a man in a postal uniform held out a brown box and a clipboard, "Mr. Ishtar?"
"Then this is for you." He handed Malik the package and Malik signed the paper on the clipboard.
The man walked off and Malik carried the brown package into the living room, "Hey Marik we got something."
Marik took one look at it and turned his head, "Oh no. No, no, no, no, no, no…no."
"What was that about?"
"Don't you remember? This whole restaurant thing started because of some mail we got. Just watch… as soon as you open that, you'll learn that a distant relative has died and you inherited some kind of… building."
"Then some whacko will take away something valuable from us. Last time it was my millennium rod. This time, who knows what it'll be?! I mean, I don't have very much. Maybe he'll take the clothes off my back. Or maybe he'll take you. All I'm saying is that package will be bad news… I can feel it."
Malik sat the box down on the coffee table, "You're being silly."
"Am I, Malik? Am I?" Marik sat on the floor and scooted towards the table and Malik, "…Well, if you're going to open it… I wanna be the one to say I told you so. So, go ahead. Doom us all."
"Fine, I will." Malik opened the top and peered inside. "Our rods!"
"What?" Marik looked in as well, "Hey! It is our millennium rods!" He took his out of the box and held it up to look at it in the light. "Wait a minute!"
Malik was looking at his, as well, "What?"
"Our rods have tape all over the middle!"
"What the…?" Malik looked back into the box, "Hey it's a note from Curt!"
"Lemme see!" Marik snatched it from his hikari's hand and read:
'Marik, I'm sending your sticks back. Now that you're out of business, I have all the customers I can handle and you can't do much about it. We couldn't use them anyway.
P.S. Sorry about the tape. My assistant manager and me broke them. But that's okay. I'm sure it won't do any harm.'
"I don't get it." Malik said. "How did Curt free all those people if he didn't activate the rods?"
"Don't you see, Malik? Because Curt broke them, that broke the spell. But Curt didn't know that at the time, and I guess he didn't really care… as long as he got his customers back."
"Oh." Malik looked at his rod again, "Well, will the tape mess with the rods' power? Will it still work the same?"
"I dunno. I guess the only way to find out is to test them out. Let's go pay Yami and Yugi a visit."
Malik stood up and followed his yami out the door, 'Well, I guess it's back to the old grind again.'
Sweetness: Well, what did ya think? I didn't think I could get it done this fast but I had to wrap it up because I have something else I want to do.
I'll have another one beginning soon, but it'll take me a while to get the first chapter up. So please, wait for me.
In the mean time… review for this and please tell me how I did. I will be waiting.
Oh, and Merry Christmas! Or whatever you celebrate.