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ORaR: Child

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"We seriously need to get a car," Melvin muttered as they entered the building. He collapsed into the nearest bench, his leg throbbing painfully. The pain didn't bother him much, but he hated that it was affecting his ability to move freely.

Ryou collapsed beside him, his own injury aching horribly from heavy breathing. "I agree..."

"Well, I've started collecting taxes from my army of Steves, so we should be able to afford one soon enough, especially if Bakura chips in with the money he gets from being a thief," Marik replied, earning a smirk from his partner in crime.

"I still don't approve of that," the Brit commented, earning a laugh from all three villains. Odion stayed silent, but the doe eyed boy knew that the man would ultimately side with Marik. He sighed in defeat.

Melvin reached a hand over to ruffle the limey's snowy white hair, chuckling at the little sounds of protest he made. "Poor little good boy, surrounded by a sea of villainy... Damn your hair's soft," he said, growing oddly calm as the silky, vanilla scented locks caressed his fingers.

Ryou blushed a little and shook the hand off. He giggled nervously at the look of annoyance this earned him, along with a suspicious look from Bakura.

Marik however had failed to notice, having been going over a mental list of other things he needed to get. He grinned at the others as he finished formulating his game plan. "Alright, Odion! You get the food! Make sure to get all the things we need, but throw in some snacks and stuff, got it?"

"Yes, Master Marik," the older Egyptian replied simply, pulling a small notepad and a mini pencil out of his pocket to begin a list.

"Excellent!" the effeminate Egyptian said, smiling as he turned to the others. "Bakura, you and I will handle entertainment, as well as things like clothing, cosmetics and turtle food!"

"What about them?" the theif inquired, nodding his head to the two sitting on the bench.

"They're cripples, Bakura. They'd slow us down!"

"Hey!" Ryou protested, Melvin choosing instead to laugh at the comment.

"...Marik, I meant what are they going to do?"

"I don't care."

"...Isn't that MY line?"

"Yes, but I mean it! I really don't friggin care what the hell he does as long as it keeps him out of my hair!" Marik replied, clearly having been irritated by his fellow blond Egyptian's earlier antics.

Bakura mentally welcomed him to his world before crossing his arms. "Is it really a good idea to just let him run wild?"

"He's got Ryou to watch him."

"Oh, now THERE'S a good idea. Let's put the clumsy British kid with broken ribs in charge bloody murderous psychopath! Nothing could POSSIBLY go wrong there!" the white haired villain replied sarcastically, earning another nervous laugh from his former host and another cackle from the cape wearing Egyptian.

Marik put his hands on his hips. "Oh? Would YOU prefer to watch him then, Bakura?"

"...On second thought, Ryou IS the the good one. It probably is best to let him make sure that Melvin behaves."

"Alright then!" Marik declared, smacking his hands together with a victorious grin that made Bakura roll his eyes. He fished his wallet out of his pocket, pulling two twenty dollar bills from it and handing them to the cripples. "Have fun, but try to keep it legal!"

"Yes," Bakura agreed, his gaze meeting that of his former host. "And try to avoid any death as well."

Ryou smiled and nodded, remembering their conversation from earlier that morning. "We will."

Melvin smirked "You know, as long as nobody gets on my nerves too badly."

Bakura, Marik and Odion went their own ways, leaving only the two injured males.

Melvin stood once his leg felt good enough to move, giving his body a few quick stretches before turning to face his companion. "Well, it looks like you're on babysitting duty," he said, laughing as he held up his twenty. "But hey, at least Mom and Dad gave us some spending money!"

Ryou had to giggle at that. "Which one's Mum and which one's Dad?"

"Hmm," the Egyptian hummed, bringing his free hand up to stroke his chin in a classic symbol for thought. "That's a tough question. Marik is shrill, a nag and mind-blowingly girly, but also an oblivious, childish moron. Florence is more calm and thoughtful, and he keeps us all in line, but he's also much darker and violent. I'm gonna go with Marik being the Mom though."

"Why's that?"

"He has killer mood swings and craves chocolate. Admit it, cream-puff, it'd be f***ing hilarious to see him pregnant."

The Brit snorted, trying his best to hold in the hard, harsh laughs that threatened to tear free of his throat and further damage his ribs as mental images of a pregnant Marik flooded his mind. He could already see Marik sending Bakura out in middle of the night to get absurd foods and lamenting the temporary loss of his 'gorgeous abs.' He could tell by the amused expression Melvin was wearing that his own face must have looked ridiculous from trying to hold back the laughter. His eyes started tearing up, a blood vessel or two threatening to burst.

Melvin noticed this and began making an array of his best crazy faces, taking advantage of the fact that his tongue was long enough to easily touch the tip of his nose. He smirked and chuckled evilly when the boy finally exploded into a fit of violent laughter that shook his body, with gasps for air and shrieks of pain interjecting every few laughs. "The Egyptian let out his own laugh, his psychotic melody contrasting oddly, but nicely with the white haired male's pained giggle fit.

After a few minutes, Ryou was finally able to stop, breathing heavily and clutching his aching ribs as his body trembled with aftershocks, a tiny giggle still escaping every now and then. He noticed through bleary eyes that they were being stared at. Luckily, his face was already red from the strain of his own laughter.

Melvin had also noticed the crowd, but unlike the Brit he didn't particularly care what the crowd thought. He grinned wildly and gave them his best psychotic face, complete with drool and , letting his veins pop out for a moment, before turning his attention back to his fellow cripple. "That was funny," he informed him with a smirk.

Ryou gave a weak nod, waiting a moment for the spasms to pass before standing. "Yeah, it kinda was, actually. People are staring, but..."

"Screw those people, we have money!" Melvin cackled, pumping the fist containing the twenty proudly into the air, his cape flowing lightly behind him from this motion.

"It's only twenty dollars, silly!"

"Perhaps, but I've never actually been able to buy anything before, so I'm more than a little excited about it," Melvin explained with a grin, bringing his arm back down so he could eagerly inspect the wrinkled twenty dollar bill.

"Oh, really?" the Brit said, eyes widening as excitement filled him as well. "I remember how excited I got the first time I was allowed to buy something from the store. I think I was about five or six years old at the time."

"How old are you now?"

"Sixteen... Oh, wait, it's seventeen now, isn't it?" Ryou replied, remembering his own birthday.

"Wait, today's your birthday?"

The Brit's eyes widened, mentally cursing himself. "W-well, yes, but I'm not supposed to tell anybody, so can you please just keep that between us?"

"Florence?"

"Yeah..."

"Eh, sure, why not," he said, shrugging his cape covered shoulders before smirking. "But now I'm gonna have to get you something. I was kind of thinking about buying a knife or a new chainsaw and trying it out here in the store, but now I have to make sure to get you something too, so that's probably out of the question."

"Besides, Marik and Bakura said that you couldn't kill anybody."

"Oh yeah. That too," the Egyptian said, beginning to walk toward the back of the store.

"...You don't have to get me anything..."

"I know. I don't HAVE to do ANYTHING. I just think it'd be cool to spend at least part of my first spending cash on a birthday gift. Makes it special, you know?"

Ryou couldn't argue with that. He also couldn't help smiling. He hadn't received an actual birthday gift since he was about eight years old.

Melvin smirked. "Of course, I want it to be a bit of a surprise, so I'm going to get whatever it is when you're not looking."

"Bugger," the birthday boy replied, earning a laugh from the wild haired man that seemed to frighten a nearby child. It dawned on the Brit that he himself had only ever found the Egyptian's laughter to be terrifying once, when they'd first met. He pondered that for a moment, in the end deciding to blame it on his love for horror movies.

"Hey, look! Candy!" Melvin exclaimed, easing down to kneel, grinning at a half-eaten lollipop laying on the ground. His expression grew into one that was a mixture of calm and mischievous, like a child getting ready to do something cheeky. "Dare me to eat it."

"No! Melvin, that's gross!"

"Come on, dare me!"

"No! What if you get sick?"

The Egyptian stood, grabbing the white haired boy's arm and pulling him into a loose hug. "Dare me, or I'll tighten my grip."

"No!" the Brit persisted, wincing when the villain's hold on him did, in face, get tighter.

"Dare me!"

"No! AHHH! Alright, alright! I bloody dare you!"

Melvin released his hostage, still smirking, and snatched the candy from the ground. He paused momentarily for dramatic effect before popping it into his mouth. A few loud crunches later, he removed the slightly stained, but otherwise clean stick from his mouth.

Ryou facepalmed, but smiled despite himself, finding his friend's childish antics to be oddly endearing.

They had continued on after Melvin hid the stick behind a box of cookies, eventually ending up in the toy aisles, where the Egyptian had promptly lined up an army of windup toys and sent them marching down the aisle, appointing himself as the commander and Ryou as his lieutenant.

Melvin laughed as he watched his army march on and Ryou couldn't help giggling along with him, though he was worried about being kicked out of the store. It got even funnier once the front lines of the army winded down, causing them to get knocked over by the ones behind them, creating a pileup of the windup toys that served as their soldiers.

The villain hummed as he watched the white haired boy go to retrieve them. "I think out little battalion could use some training," he commented, loudly enough for the other to hear.

"Wouldn't they technically be a squad, or maybe a platoon at best? I don't think we have enough for it to be a battalion," the Brit replied as he came back, putting his armload of toys back in place before going back for the rest.

"Technically, yes, but battalion sounds much more badass, so I went with it," Melvin answered. He smirked as he spotted something out of the corner of his eye.

Ryou giggled at the other's logic as he knelt down and scooped up the rest of the toys, needing to use his shirt to get them all. He pushed himself back to his feet and turned to walk back, only to jump a little in surprise, dropping a couple toys when he found himself with a foam sword suddenly poking into his neck, its wild haired weilder smirking at his reaction. "Melvin!" he half whined, half laughed, stooping to pick the toys back up.

"Come on, cream-puff! Let's have a sword fight!" the villain exclaimed, giving the Brit a light jab in the throat before jumping back dramatically, his cape emphasizing his motions.

"Ow! Melvin, I don't even have a sword!"

"There's plenty right over there," the Egyptian replied, pointing to the box where he'd gotten his own. He smirked. "Don't tell me you're afraid to face me."

Ryou continued walking, intent on putting his load of toys back where they belonged. "Well, I've heard what happened to the people you've dueled, so you can't really blame me if I am. Besides, I've got broken ribs. Considering my luck, I'd probably get hit right on the bloody cracks." He noticed the expression on the other's face change to one of devious amusement. "What?" he inquired, tone nervous and suspicious.

"So, you don't want me thrusting my sword into your crack, huh?"

The Brit's face practically burst into flame. "I-I-I meant...!"

Melvin cut him off with a booming laugh. "I know what you meant, cream-puff. It was just a joke. I mean, I think you're cute and all, but..."

"Please stop talking..."

Melvin shrugged his caped shoulders. "Alright, so you don't want to sword fight," he said, putting his own foam sword back in the box, making a mental note to buy one at some later time. "How about something softer?" He began checking other aisles, eyes lighting up when he found the right one.

Ryou followed. "Melvin, what are you doing?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow, when he found the villain with a baby doll in each hand.

Melvin grinned and tossed one of the dolls to the paler boy, who barely managed to catch it. "Oh, come on, cream-puff. You can't tell me you've never played with dolls before," he said, reaching out to grab another of the baby dolls.

The Brit blushed lightly, dropping his eyes to look at the toy, it's cotton filled body and velvet like clothing soft and pleasant to the touch. "Well... I did tend to play with dolls a lot as a child, but my father didn't approve and I was bullied mercilessly for it..." He lifted his gaze back up to the wild haired Egyptian. His eyes followed the curves of the tan male's arm muscles as he examined the toys in his hands. "Something tells me that you wouldn't have that problem."

The Egyptian grinned at that. "Yeah, I'd give them the hug of their life," he said, chuckling evilly to himself as he imagined how brutally fun it would be.

Ryou smiled sheepishly, praying that he'd never have to witness one of these 'hugs' that his chaotic friend seemed to be famous for. He coughed and looked down at the baby doll he still held, giving it a weak smile. "I used to love dressing dolls up and brushing their hair. When it came to baby ones, like this, my sister and I used to play house. We'd argue over who was the mummy sometimes, but usually I was. Amane, my sister, thought it was fun being the daddy. Besides, I have white hair like our mum did while Amane had our father's blue."

Melvin chuckled. "How cute. It sounds like your sister was quite the tomboy," he said, having picked up from the Brit's tone and previous conversations that the girl in questions was deceased. He been tempted to ask if the boy wanted to play house with him instead, but had decided against it for reasons he wasn't quite sure of.

"Oh, she was... I should probably write to her, since it's my birthday and all. I haven't done that in a little while." He caught the confused look on the other's face. "I write letters to her in heaven sometimes... It helps me cope with her not being here, you know?" He cursed his voice for betraying the sadness he felt.

The Egyptian frowned, not liking where this was going. He glanced down at the dolls in his hands, a devious grin frowing on his face. "Hey, cream-puff!" he called, bringing the other out of his memories and back to reality. "Check this out." He proceeded to smash the two dolls together, grinning wildly. "Lesbian baby make out session!"

Ryou's mood almost automatically brightened, once again unable to restrain his own laughter at the crazy male's antics. "Melvin, you shouldn't do that!" he said between giggles. "What if there are children nearby?"

Melvin faked a shocked gasp. "A child in the toy aisle? That's almost as preposterous as a child playing a children's card game!"

Just then, a little boy tugged on the Egyptian's dark purple cape to get his attention, most likely sent by the gods of irony. The two older males exchanged a look of surprise before bursting into laughter again, finding the situation to be positively hilarious.

The child however was not in on the joke, confused as to what exactly was so funny. He ignored it though, his other question a much more pressing matter. "Mister, why are you playing with dolls?" he inquired, the way he spoke indicating that he was about four or five years of age.

Melvin smirked at the kid's question. "Because I feel like it."

"But you're a boy!"

"Yeah, so?"

"Boys don't play with dolls."

Ryou bit his lip and prayed that this kid wouldn't get the Egyptian irritated enough to strike.

However, the villain didn't get angry. "Actually, they do. Real men play with dolls all the time, including certain types of dolls that you're probably not allowed to know about until you're much older," he said, voice expressing his amusement.

The Brit blushed. "Oh my..." He turned his attention to the kid, kneeling to be at eye level with him. "I'm sorry, but, where are your parents? You seem a bit young to be wondering around all by yourself."

"Yeah, even I'm not allowed to wonder the store alone," Melvin commented, sticking his tongue out at the British boy.

The child didn't hear them though, as he was completely transfixed by Ryou. His eyes were wide with shock and confusion. "Are you a boy or a girl?" he inquired, scanning the androgynous white haired male over as if looking for some kind of label. "You look like a girl, but you sound like a boy!"

Melvin chuckled. "Hehe, factory error..."

Ryou smiled sheepishly at the question. "I'm a boy," he informed the child, more than a bit embarrassed to do so.

"A shemale, but still a male," the Egyptian added, again feeling the need to comment.

"But you're pretty, like a girl. And you have long hair!"

"Well, I..."

"It looks good on him," Melvin interrupted with a smile, once again extending a hand to ruffle the soft, snowy white locks. "Now, again, where exactly are your parents?"

"Mommy and Daddy are shopping. My big sister's watching me, but she's looking at CDs."

As if on cue, they heard someone calling out the name 'Thomas' repeatedly in a loud, panicked voice.

"That's her! That's my sister!"

Ryou looked up at Melvin, his face displaying his disapproval. "I can't believe her, taking her eyes off of her little brother like that! What if something had happened to him?"

Melvin nodded. "Yeah, I mean, this kid's not just talking to strangers, he's talking to a psychotic stranger like me. Hell, she's just lucky that I like kids... and not in the weird way."

The Brit remained angry, refusing to laugh at the fairly funny comments his friend had just made.

The Egyptian smirked, having never seen the boy truly angry before. He found it oddly enthralling. "Hey, I think they have chainsaws in this store. You want me to go give her one of my famous hugs?" he asked, psychotic glee filling him at the mere thought of a good murder.

Ryou shook his head. "No, Melvin."

"But..."

The Brit held up a hand, silencing the villain midsentence. He smirked his own devious smirk. "I have a better idea..."

Melvin practically got chills.
Alright, here's chapter eleven of my Yugioh abridged fanfic, Of Rods and Rings. ^^ I hope you guys like this one, it's the longest chapter yet. XD
If you have any questions, feel free to ask. ^^
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Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh or YGOTAS.

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I remember when I was like 9 I cut my hair real short because I thought it looked cute on some girls I had seen in pictures. But being only nine and the fact that would wear t-shirts that could easily be for boys or girls, it was actually embarrassingly hard to tell if i was a boy or a girl. So I feel bad for ryou in this, it actually made me feel pretty sad (but then again, maybe that's because I was like 9) Anyway, I'm really loving this so far, I love how you express all the characters!