The Green Manalishi
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,009
Reviews:
8
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0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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FuKouHei: Oh my god! I am SO sorry for the lack of update! * kneels* I humbly beg forgiveness! I wasn’t getting any reviews and I wasn’t inspired and I don’t know what the hell happened to my beta! If you’re out there I still need you!
The Green Manalishi: Chapter Two
Malik sat in the principal’s office rolling his belly button ring between his fingers that rested just below his black mid-drift spandex shirt. The principal came in and adjusted some papers on his desk before taking a seat and facing Malik.
“Mr. Ishtar,” the principal greeted.
“Marvin,” Malik said reading the name tag on the mahogany desk.
“Mr. Ishtar, you are in my building and in my office and you will so me respect.”
“Whatever,” Malik said rolling his eyes and looking at a picture on the wall.
“Now, do you know why you’re in here today?” Mr. Hiragashi asked, pulling out a pen and paper to take notes.
“You need a quick fix?” Malik answered flatly, going back to playing with his skull navel ring.
Mr. Hiragashi sighed. “Mr. Ishtar, I do believe you know this is about what you did yesterday.”
“You’ll have to be more specific, did a couple of things yesterday, including your nice little secretary out there.”
“Mr. Ishtar!” Mr. Hiragashi roared and rose up from his seat. He smacked his hands harshly against the surface of his desk and glared knives at the teen who seemed unaffected by his outburst.
“Your behaviour is most unacceptable! I received a phone call from Sugoroku Motou last night telling me that his grandson said that you forced yourself on him yesterday in the boy’s bathroom!”
Malik stuck his pinky in his ear and wiggled it a bit. The principal was yelling pretty loud.
“Yeah, so maybe I did,” Malik yawned. He was very disinterested in the conversation. “What’s wrong with that?”
Mr. Hiragashi looked near purple in the face as he swelled up with more rage.
“What the HELL is wrong with you!?” Mr. Hiragashi was beyond shouting. “How can you sit here and ask me with a straight face what is wrong with that! You forced yourself on that boy! That’s rape, Malik! And if you forgotten that is a horrible crime!”
“A crime, eh?” Malik asked staring off into space. “No one seems to care about crimes these days, don’t you think? He hear them so much on the news, but one does a damn thing about them. Why should you? You’re wasting your breath old man, and I think you should really keep it to yourself. It reeks.”
With that Malik got up from his seat and moved to leave the office.
“Wait a minute! I’m not finished with you, Malik!” Principal Hiragashi shouted; moving to chase down the teen if he fled.
Malik turned; a look of pure hate reflecting from his lavender eyes.
“Well I’m finished here, you bastard,” Malik spat and slammed the door of the office.
Mr. Hiragashi sighed and went back around his desk so he could collapse into it.
“What the hell am I gonna do with that boy?”
***
Malik walked down the hallway, free as a bird, to his locker. He opened it up and went ruffling through the mess.
Malik’s locker was the most deranged looking locker you would ever see in your life. He had coloured the inside black with sharpie and written disturbing messages over it with a silver sharpie. He hung the severed heads of squirrels and birds that he’d killed within the past year on the coat rack.
There actually was school work in there, but it was buried deeply in the bottom and most of the papers has small tell-tale blood stains on them.
The worst thing about Malik’s locker was the smell. It smelled of course like rottening flesh and several times he was forced to empty out the bodies of his little victims. Of course, he always made new ones.
Malik turned as he noticed a brunette girl walking by behind him. It was one of those damned popular girls. Anzu Mazaki, but Malik preferred to call her “ wench ”, and she was a wench. She was a ditzy girl that droned on and on about love and friendship. Many a times Malik wished she was a squirrel so she could be dead and hanging in his locker.
He smirked as a idea went through his mind. Anzu’s locker was nearly right next to his so he leaned over slightly and watched as the wench spun the dial of her locker. Malik went back to his own locker and smirked as he repeated the combination in his head.
As soon as Anzu was finished she went merrily on her way to find her pathetic friends and talk about how much their friendship meant to her.
How disgusting.
Malik looked to make sure no one was around be took the largest, smelliest, and most rottening squirrel from his locker. He smirked to himself as he went over to Anzu’s locker and opened it with the newly acquired combo. He locker opened with no trouble and he was about the put the body in her locker when a hand came down suddenly on his shoulder.
Startled, Malik spun around and was face to face with none aother than Seto Kaiba. Malik let the look of surprise fall as a devilsh grin painted itself on his tanned face.
“Seto Kaiba,” Malik purred as he separated each syllable of his name and said them with a distinct intonation. “What do I owe the pleasure?”
“How the hell do you know my name?” Seto asked with an ominous tone.
Malik flicked Seto’s hand from his shoulder and allowed his grin to grow into a full blown smirk.
“My dear,” Malik began. “Everyone knows who you are, ya prick.”
Seto frowned at Malik’s choice of words, but continued on with his conversation.
“So may I ask who you are and what the hell are you doing?”
“That,” Malik’s smirk twisted into an eerie smile. “is none of your business.” He finished and plucked Seto’s nose with the fingers that were not wrapped around the squirrel.
Seto looked surprised as Malik turned back to the locker and hung the squirrel from Anzu’s coat rack. He put his finger tips on the squirrels eyes and drew them up so that the eyes opened; revealing the white muscle behind the lids.
Malik slammed the locker shut and laughed as he walked away from the scene. Seto continued to stare after him as he went down the hall and turned a corner.
‘Who the hell was that…..?’
***
Marik looked up from his book as Malik came into the classroom.
“Late again, Mr. Ishtar?” Mr. Toguro said once he saw Malik at the door.
“Why is everyone calling me Mr. Ishtar?” Malik asked himself aloud. “Mr. Ishtar was my father…..”
“Not only that,” Mr. Toguro seemed to not have heard Malik’s comment. “You skipped your detention yesterday. Do you realize how badly you’re screwing up your future? I’m sure that if you actually tried Malik you’d be a half decent student.”
“Was there a point in there somewhere?” Malik asked as he took his seat next to his twin. “’cause I didn’t see it.”
Mr. Toguro sighed and continued on with his lesson.
FuKouHei: Finally after all this time, another chappie! I’m so happy. I’ve been craving to get this finished, but I’ve had the worst case of writer’s block ever! Anyway….It would really help me if I got reviews and knew more than three people were reading this ( though I can see all the hits… ) Suggestions are nice too. I already know how this is gonna end, but I need some stuff in between to get there. I’m predicting maybe 12 more chappies before the end….anyway….sorry about the lnng rant! Hopefully I’ll be able to update faster!
Review please!
The Green Manalishi: Chapter Two
Malik sat in the principal’s office rolling his belly button ring between his fingers that rested just below his black mid-drift spandex shirt. The principal came in and adjusted some papers on his desk before taking a seat and facing Malik.
“Mr. Ishtar,” the principal greeted.
“Marvin,” Malik said reading the name tag on the mahogany desk.
“Mr. Ishtar, you are in my building and in my office and you will so me respect.”
“Whatever,” Malik said rolling his eyes and looking at a picture on the wall.
“Now, do you know why you’re in here today?” Mr. Hiragashi asked, pulling out a pen and paper to take notes.
“You need a quick fix?” Malik answered flatly, going back to playing with his skull navel ring.
Mr. Hiragashi sighed. “Mr. Ishtar, I do believe you know this is about what you did yesterday.”
“You’ll have to be more specific, did a couple of things yesterday, including your nice little secretary out there.”
“Mr. Ishtar!” Mr. Hiragashi roared and rose up from his seat. He smacked his hands harshly against the surface of his desk and glared knives at the teen who seemed unaffected by his outburst.
“Your behaviour is most unacceptable! I received a phone call from Sugoroku Motou last night telling me that his grandson said that you forced yourself on him yesterday in the boy’s bathroom!”
Malik stuck his pinky in his ear and wiggled it a bit. The principal was yelling pretty loud.
“Yeah, so maybe I did,” Malik yawned. He was very disinterested in the conversation. “What’s wrong with that?”
Mr. Hiragashi looked near purple in the face as he swelled up with more rage.
“What the HELL is wrong with you!?” Mr. Hiragashi was beyond shouting. “How can you sit here and ask me with a straight face what is wrong with that! You forced yourself on that boy! That’s rape, Malik! And if you forgotten that is a horrible crime!”
“A crime, eh?” Malik asked staring off into space. “No one seems to care about crimes these days, don’t you think? He hear them so much on the news, but one does a damn thing about them. Why should you? You’re wasting your breath old man, and I think you should really keep it to yourself. It reeks.”
With that Malik got up from his seat and moved to leave the office.
“Wait a minute! I’m not finished with you, Malik!” Principal Hiragashi shouted; moving to chase down the teen if he fled.
Malik turned; a look of pure hate reflecting from his lavender eyes.
“Well I’m finished here, you bastard,” Malik spat and slammed the door of the office.
Mr. Hiragashi sighed and went back around his desk so he could collapse into it.
“What the hell am I gonna do with that boy?”
***
Malik walked down the hallway, free as a bird, to his locker. He opened it up and went ruffling through the mess.
Malik’s locker was the most deranged looking locker you would ever see in your life. He had coloured the inside black with sharpie and written disturbing messages over it with a silver sharpie. He hung the severed heads of squirrels and birds that he’d killed within the past year on the coat rack.
There actually was school work in there, but it was buried deeply in the bottom and most of the papers has small tell-tale blood stains on them.
The worst thing about Malik’s locker was the smell. It smelled of course like rottening flesh and several times he was forced to empty out the bodies of his little victims. Of course, he always made new ones.
Malik turned as he noticed a brunette girl walking by behind him. It was one of those damned popular girls. Anzu Mazaki, but Malik preferred to call her “ wench ”, and she was a wench. She was a ditzy girl that droned on and on about love and friendship. Many a times Malik wished she was a squirrel so she could be dead and hanging in his locker.
He smirked as a idea went through his mind. Anzu’s locker was nearly right next to his so he leaned over slightly and watched as the wench spun the dial of her locker. Malik went back to his own locker and smirked as he repeated the combination in his head.
As soon as Anzu was finished she went merrily on her way to find her pathetic friends and talk about how much their friendship meant to her.
How disgusting.
Malik looked to make sure no one was around be took the largest, smelliest, and most rottening squirrel from his locker. He smirked to himself as he went over to Anzu’s locker and opened it with the newly acquired combo. He locker opened with no trouble and he was about the put the body in her locker when a hand came down suddenly on his shoulder.
Startled, Malik spun around and was face to face with none aother than Seto Kaiba. Malik let the look of surprise fall as a devilsh grin painted itself on his tanned face.
“Seto Kaiba,” Malik purred as he separated each syllable of his name and said them with a distinct intonation. “What do I owe the pleasure?”
“How the hell do you know my name?” Seto asked with an ominous tone.
Malik flicked Seto’s hand from his shoulder and allowed his grin to grow into a full blown smirk.
“My dear,” Malik began. “Everyone knows who you are, ya prick.”
Seto frowned at Malik’s choice of words, but continued on with his conversation.
“So may I ask who you are and what the hell are you doing?”
“That,” Malik’s smirk twisted into an eerie smile. “is none of your business.” He finished and plucked Seto’s nose with the fingers that were not wrapped around the squirrel.
Seto looked surprised as Malik turned back to the locker and hung the squirrel from Anzu’s coat rack. He put his finger tips on the squirrels eyes and drew them up so that the eyes opened; revealing the white muscle behind the lids.
Malik slammed the locker shut and laughed as he walked away from the scene. Seto continued to stare after him as he went down the hall and turned a corner.
‘Who the hell was that…..?’
***
Marik looked up from his book as Malik came into the classroom.
“Late again, Mr. Ishtar?” Mr. Toguro said once he saw Malik at the door.
“Why is everyone calling me Mr. Ishtar?” Malik asked himself aloud. “Mr. Ishtar was my father…..”
“Not only that,” Mr. Toguro seemed to not have heard Malik’s comment. “You skipped your detention yesterday. Do you realize how badly you’re screwing up your future? I’m sure that if you actually tried Malik you’d be a half decent student.”
“Was there a point in there somewhere?” Malik asked as he took his seat next to his twin. “’cause I didn’t see it.”
Mr. Toguro sighed and continued on with his lesson.
FuKouHei: Finally after all this time, another chappie! I’m so happy. I’ve been craving to get this finished, but I’ve had the worst case of writer’s block ever! Anyway….It would really help me if I got reviews and knew more than three people were reading this ( though I can see all the hits… ) Suggestions are nice too. I already know how this is gonna end, but I need some stuff in between to get there. I’m predicting maybe 12 more chappies before the end….anyway….sorry about the lnng rant! Hopefully I’ll be able to update faster!
Review please!