The Green Manalishi
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Adult ++
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FuKouHei: HALLO! Thank you so much for the reviews and raising my star level to 4! YamiRynEnjeru your review meant a lot to me! ( all of them did! ) Everyone please ignore the review from my cousin….it was very long and I can’t believe you wrote “ bitch wench ” in the review…….anyway….here’s the next installment of Green Manalishi!...can I really call it an installment?
The Green Manalishi: Chapter Three
Seto sat at his desk working on his school work….actually…he was TRYING to work on it, but thoughts of a certain blond boy filled his mind.
‘He was so weird….’ Seto mused. ‘No…not weird…maybe different….He’s with out a doubt gothic and maybe crazy…’
Seto looked up at the board as the history teacher ranted on and on about how the ancient Egyptians mummified their dead.
‘Maybe he’s Egyptian….Malik Ishtar…sounds Egyptian,’ Seto decided. ‘I think I’ve seen him around school before. He’s always by himself, or with an identical boy I’ll assume is his brother…I want to talk to him again.’
Seto realized this was unlikely to happen. Malik was so different from him and it would seem strange for someone like Seto to find interest in a boy like Malik. Seto was well brought up and dignified, but in no way well mannered; while Malik was obviously a kid with no sense of authority except HIS authority….
‘He does seem to have some manners though…’ Seto’s thoughts paused. “Except for that whole calling me a prick and putting a dead squirrel in someone’s locker…..’
Seto’s eyes went impossibly wide.
“Where the hell did he get a dead squirrel!?”
Seto looked around as everyone one, including the teacher, were staring at him.
‘Shit…I said that out loud?’
***
Lunch period.
Teens poured out of classrooms and into the cafeteria in hopes of finding something halfway decent to eat. Seto strode in with his trademark glare and scanned the room for the person he was looking for. His icy blue orbs locked on a tanned boy sitting at a table at the far end of the cafeteria.
‘Target sighted,’ Seto smirked. ‘Moving in.’
Marik looked up from his bento box as the tall CEO made his way over to his table. Seto smacked his hand on the table and leaned in close to Marik’s face.
“Dude…” Marik began moving to get further away from the sadist CEO. “You are SO in my bubble.”
“Whatever,” Seto sounded unconcerned with that fact. “I have questions and I think you have some answers.”
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” Marik glared at Seto. He did not like anyone being this close. “It all depends on what’s in it for me…”
“A world without pain, now don’t screw with me…” Seto warned.
“You’re very rude,” Marik smirked suggestively at Seto. “You don’t even know my name.”
“I really don’t care,” Seto returned the smirk with a glare. “Now, back to business….What do you know about Malik Ishtar?” Marik turned a suspicious look on Seto.
“What do you want with my brother?” Marik asked, raising his brow.
“I want to know some things about him,” Seto answered. He wasn’t too keen on dislodging any information as to why he was suddenly interested in his brother.
“Really? What kind of things? I’m not going to tell a perfect stranger personal information about my brother,” Marik took a bite of his lunch. “That’s crazy.”
“We are not perfect strangers,” Seto pressed. He wanted to know about Malik badly. “I sit next to you in science class. I’m Seto Kaiba.”
“I know that,” Malik smiled. “But just because we share a class and you tell me your name doesn’t mean we’re not strangers.”
“But we’re not PERFECT strangers.”
Marik groaned. “You’re not going to leave me alone, are you?” Seto shook his head. “Fine. Malik is my brother; we’re twins. He doesn’t like people, especially popular ones, so I don’t think you’ll have good luck talking to him. He’s really rude and just about every other word he says is a swear…” Marik looked at Seto who seemed to be taking extensive mental notes. “Is that enough?”
“That can’t possibly be all you know,” Seto sounded amazed that the other stopped so quickly.
“No,” Marik smirked. “I just don’t think he’d appreciate me telling you about him….especially since he’s right behind you…”
Seto whirled around on his heel and sure enough there was the other Ishtar standing right behind him…not looking to happy, mind you.
“You again,” Malik glared at the unwanted guest. “What are you doing?”
“Talking,” Seto said quickly. “I can do that if I want.”
With those words said, Seto shot a glare at Malik, aimed one at Marik, then walked off to find a secluded place to eat his own lunch.
***
Malik walked down the hallway back towards his locker. He was going to put his lunch back since he didn’t feel like eating anymore. Surprisingly, Malik remained a vegetarian after all those years, but he still tortured squirrels for some reason.
Malik was opening his locker when he saw, as he called her, Wench, coming his way. A sadistic smirked played its way onto Malik’s face as Anzu went to her locker and proceed to begin the process of opening it; not knowing what surprise lied inside.
With a smile, Anzu pulled open her locker and was met by the bulging white eyes of the squirrel corpse; it’s mouth agape in a menacing fashion. A terrified scream was torn from her throat. She fell backwards on the ground and began screaming louder and kicking her feet. Other students who were in the hall stopped to stare at the flailing girl.
Malik burst out laughing at Wench’s reaction and held onto his stomach as it ached from the constant vibrations of his laughter. Anzu began panting and breathing erratically before she looked up at the laughing Egyptian. She threw Malik the most hateful glare she could muster. It was actually quite menacing, considering how much she was obsessed with kindess and “ the such ”.
“You!” she shouted, jumped to her feet, and pointed a manicured finger at the still laughing Malik. “You put this in my locker, didn’t you?!” she accused.
A teacher who had heard Anzu’s screaming came out from her classroom and approached the two.
“What’s going here? I heard shouting,” she asked. She already had a sense that it was something bad when she noticed Malik.
“It’s all his fault, Mrs. Yamazaki!” Anzu shouted to the teacher. “He hung a dead squirrel in my locker! I don’t even know how he got in it!”
“Is this true, Malik?” Mrs. Yamazaki asked; already having a feeling the answer was yes.
“Of course he did it!” Anzu glared at Malik. “He’s the only one here laughing! And his locker is so close to mine! No one would know it wasn’t his locker!”
Malik stopped laughing, but continued to smile. A sadistic smile it was, of course.
“Maybe…” he smiled at the teacher.
“Don’t try and deny it!” Anzu folded her arms. “You don’t like me! Why wouldn’t you do something like this!?”
“Mazaki-san, calm down and go back to where ever you were,” Mrs. Yamazaki ordered. The two teens were really giving her a headache.
Anzu’s faced turned impossibly red. She let out a frustrated growl before she slammed her locker and stormed off back towards the cafeteria. She couldn’t wait to tell her friends about how rude Malik was to her.
“And you, Ishtar-san,” Mrs. Yamazaki turned her exasperated look on Malik. “I don’t doubt that you had something to do with this. Go to the office.”
Malik shrugged and threw his lunch in the locker before he went on his merry way towards the office.
“I’m going to call down there to make sure you went!” Mrs. Yamazaki shouted to Malik.
Malik just flipped her off as he continued down the hall.
Mrs. Yamazaki sighed and shook her head.
“I should’ve been a undertaker….”
***
Mr. Hiragashi was sitting at his desk when Malik threw open the door and plopped down in the comfy chaif adjacent to the principal.
“Mr. Ishtar?” Mr. Hiragashi was surprised the see the Egyptian boy again.
“I put a dead squirrel in some wench’s locker,” he confessed before he was even asked what he did that time.
“I see…” Mr, Hiragashi cleared his throat. “Well, I should have you expelled for what you did to Mutou-san AND for leaving my office without my permission, but I want you to have an education.”
“So…what are you going to do to me?” Malik asked. He was actually curious as to what his punishment would be this time. He’d already gotten every form of detention and suspension.
“I’m putting you in this new program we have for this school. It’s made especially for kids like you who have no respect for authority,” Mr. Hiragashi opened a draw and pulled out a leaflet; showing it to Malik. “It’s called Maid for Authority. This program will teach you to respect those of higher power than you and hopefully calm down your rebellion. You’ll be assigned to a family to be their butler until the head of the family sees that you’ve have changed.”
“Oh boy…” Malik said sarcastically.
“I’ll be phoning your house to tell your guardians about the program and which family I’ve assigned you. And just to warn you, I already told them about the bathroom incident.”
“Peachy.”
FuKouHei: And here ends chapter three! It’s actually the longest one…just by a little…I’m sure you don’t notice, but the difference is there! About a 400 something word difference! I don’t know why, but this story seems to flow better than my others…oh well…^^ I hope you’ve enjoyed! Oh yeah...my beta has not been responding to me, so I would like to request a new beta! Thanks again! ^^
Review please!
The Green Manalishi: Chapter Three
Seto sat at his desk working on his school work….actually…he was TRYING to work on it, but thoughts of a certain blond boy filled his mind.
‘He was so weird….’ Seto mused. ‘No…not weird…maybe different….He’s with out a doubt gothic and maybe crazy…’
Seto looked up at the board as the history teacher ranted on and on about how the ancient Egyptians mummified their dead.
‘Maybe he’s Egyptian….Malik Ishtar…sounds Egyptian,’ Seto decided. ‘I think I’ve seen him around school before. He’s always by himself, or with an identical boy I’ll assume is his brother…I want to talk to him again.’
Seto realized this was unlikely to happen. Malik was so different from him and it would seem strange for someone like Seto to find interest in a boy like Malik. Seto was well brought up and dignified, but in no way well mannered; while Malik was obviously a kid with no sense of authority except HIS authority….
‘He does seem to have some manners though…’ Seto’s thoughts paused. “Except for that whole calling me a prick and putting a dead squirrel in someone’s locker…..’
Seto’s eyes went impossibly wide.
“Where the hell did he get a dead squirrel!?”
Seto looked around as everyone one, including the teacher, were staring at him.
‘Shit…I said that out loud?’
***
Lunch period.
Teens poured out of classrooms and into the cafeteria in hopes of finding something halfway decent to eat. Seto strode in with his trademark glare and scanned the room for the person he was looking for. His icy blue orbs locked on a tanned boy sitting at a table at the far end of the cafeteria.
‘Target sighted,’ Seto smirked. ‘Moving in.’
Marik looked up from his bento box as the tall CEO made his way over to his table. Seto smacked his hand on the table and leaned in close to Marik’s face.
“Dude…” Marik began moving to get further away from the sadist CEO. “You are SO in my bubble.”
“Whatever,” Seto sounded unconcerned with that fact. “I have questions and I think you have some answers.”
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” Marik glared at Seto. He did not like anyone being this close. “It all depends on what’s in it for me…”
“A world without pain, now don’t screw with me…” Seto warned.
“You’re very rude,” Marik smirked suggestively at Seto. “You don’t even know my name.”
“I really don’t care,” Seto returned the smirk with a glare. “Now, back to business….What do you know about Malik Ishtar?” Marik turned a suspicious look on Seto.
“What do you want with my brother?” Marik asked, raising his brow.
“I want to know some things about him,” Seto answered. He wasn’t too keen on dislodging any information as to why he was suddenly interested in his brother.
“Really? What kind of things? I’m not going to tell a perfect stranger personal information about my brother,” Marik took a bite of his lunch. “That’s crazy.”
“We are not perfect strangers,” Seto pressed. He wanted to know about Malik badly. “I sit next to you in science class. I’m Seto Kaiba.”
“I know that,” Malik smiled. “But just because we share a class and you tell me your name doesn’t mean we’re not strangers.”
“But we’re not PERFECT strangers.”
Marik groaned. “You’re not going to leave me alone, are you?” Seto shook his head. “Fine. Malik is my brother; we’re twins. He doesn’t like people, especially popular ones, so I don’t think you’ll have good luck talking to him. He’s really rude and just about every other word he says is a swear…” Marik looked at Seto who seemed to be taking extensive mental notes. “Is that enough?”
“That can’t possibly be all you know,” Seto sounded amazed that the other stopped so quickly.
“No,” Marik smirked. “I just don’t think he’d appreciate me telling you about him….especially since he’s right behind you…”
Seto whirled around on his heel and sure enough there was the other Ishtar standing right behind him…not looking to happy, mind you.
“You again,” Malik glared at the unwanted guest. “What are you doing?”
“Talking,” Seto said quickly. “I can do that if I want.”
With those words said, Seto shot a glare at Malik, aimed one at Marik, then walked off to find a secluded place to eat his own lunch.
***
Malik walked down the hallway back towards his locker. He was going to put his lunch back since he didn’t feel like eating anymore. Surprisingly, Malik remained a vegetarian after all those years, but he still tortured squirrels for some reason.
Malik was opening his locker when he saw, as he called her, Wench, coming his way. A sadistic smirked played its way onto Malik’s face as Anzu went to her locker and proceed to begin the process of opening it; not knowing what surprise lied inside.
With a smile, Anzu pulled open her locker and was met by the bulging white eyes of the squirrel corpse; it’s mouth agape in a menacing fashion. A terrified scream was torn from her throat. She fell backwards on the ground and began screaming louder and kicking her feet. Other students who were in the hall stopped to stare at the flailing girl.
Malik burst out laughing at Wench’s reaction and held onto his stomach as it ached from the constant vibrations of his laughter. Anzu began panting and breathing erratically before she looked up at the laughing Egyptian. She threw Malik the most hateful glare she could muster. It was actually quite menacing, considering how much she was obsessed with kindess and “ the such ”.
“You!” she shouted, jumped to her feet, and pointed a manicured finger at the still laughing Malik. “You put this in my locker, didn’t you?!” she accused.
A teacher who had heard Anzu’s screaming came out from her classroom and approached the two.
“What’s going here? I heard shouting,” she asked. She already had a sense that it was something bad when she noticed Malik.
“It’s all his fault, Mrs. Yamazaki!” Anzu shouted to the teacher. “He hung a dead squirrel in my locker! I don’t even know how he got in it!”
“Is this true, Malik?” Mrs. Yamazaki asked; already having a feeling the answer was yes.
“Of course he did it!” Anzu glared at Malik. “He’s the only one here laughing! And his locker is so close to mine! No one would know it wasn’t his locker!”
Malik stopped laughing, but continued to smile. A sadistic smile it was, of course.
“Maybe…” he smiled at the teacher.
“Don’t try and deny it!” Anzu folded her arms. “You don’t like me! Why wouldn’t you do something like this!?”
“Mazaki-san, calm down and go back to where ever you were,” Mrs. Yamazaki ordered. The two teens were really giving her a headache.
Anzu’s faced turned impossibly red. She let out a frustrated growl before she slammed her locker and stormed off back towards the cafeteria. She couldn’t wait to tell her friends about how rude Malik was to her.
“And you, Ishtar-san,” Mrs. Yamazaki turned her exasperated look on Malik. “I don’t doubt that you had something to do with this. Go to the office.”
Malik shrugged and threw his lunch in the locker before he went on his merry way towards the office.
“I’m going to call down there to make sure you went!” Mrs. Yamazaki shouted to Malik.
Malik just flipped her off as he continued down the hall.
Mrs. Yamazaki sighed and shook her head.
“I should’ve been a undertaker….”
***
Mr. Hiragashi was sitting at his desk when Malik threw open the door and plopped down in the comfy chaif adjacent to the principal.
“Mr. Ishtar?” Mr. Hiragashi was surprised the see the Egyptian boy again.
“I put a dead squirrel in some wench’s locker,” he confessed before he was even asked what he did that time.
“I see…” Mr, Hiragashi cleared his throat. “Well, I should have you expelled for what you did to Mutou-san AND for leaving my office without my permission, but I want you to have an education.”
“So…what are you going to do to me?” Malik asked. He was actually curious as to what his punishment would be this time. He’d already gotten every form of detention and suspension.
“I’m putting you in this new program we have for this school. It’s made especially for kids like you who have no respect for authority,” Mr. Hiragashi opened a draw and pulled out a leaflet; showing it to Malik. “It’s called Maid for Authority. This program will teach you to respect those of higher power than you and hopefully calm down your rebellion. You’ll be assigned to a family to be their butler until the head of the family sees that you’ve have changed.”
“Oh boy…” Malik said sarcastically.
“I’ll be phoning your house to tell your guardians about the program and which family I’ve assigned you. And just to warn you, I already told them about the bathroom incident.”
“Peachy.”
FuKouHei: And here ends chapter three! It’s actually the longest one…just by a little…I’m sure you don’t notice, but the difference is there! About a 400 something word difference! I don’t know why, but this story seems to flow better than my others…oh well…^^ I hope you’ve enjoyed! Oh yeah...my beta has not been responding to me, so I would like to request a new beta! Thanks again! ^^
Review please!