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The Clothes Make The Spirit	By : Amarin Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Het - Male/Female Views: 5978 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Three Cheers For Jeers

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The cheer was inspired by SugarHighNeko�s review of Chapter 23.
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Coming in the door after a hard day at work, Isis Ishtar got one of the biggest shocks of her life.
Almost as big as the one Malik received by seeing her there.
�Why are you in a cheerleader�s uniform?� Isis demanded, trying very hard not to notice how the short lavender skirt accentuated his legs and made his ass stand out � in a good way.
He was her brother; she should not find him attractive. Even in the most abstract way.
Especially since Marik would kill her.
Malik blushed. �Ano�it was Marik�s idea.�
�Ah�� Isis nodded in understanding. �It was Marik�s idea� was an acceptable answer for everything from baking soda and vinegar water balloon bombs thrown at the other residents of their neighborhood to naked Twister matches in the living room.

Compared to some of the other things her brother�s yami had come up with, dressing his koibito up like a girl was tame.
Weird � and slightly creepy, considering how attractive and cute Malik looked � but tame.
The aforementioned yami chose that moment to pop out from his and Malik�s shared bedroom and poke his head around the entrance to the living room. �Malik! Isis!� he exclaimed happily, walking into the room proper.
�Those are our names, don�t wear them out,� Isis joked, leaning back against the wall tiredly.
Marik gave her a sideways look, then grinned. �You�re just in time,� he said, sidestepping her quip.
�For what?� she and Malik chorused in unison.
�To hear Malik�s cheer, of course,� Marik said in a �Duh!� voice.
�Cheer?� Malik asked weakly. �What cheer? I thought you had me dressed like this for�� He cut himself off abruptly and flushed.
�That�s for later,� Marik said, pinching Malik�s skirt-clad ass and grinned when his hikari yelped. �But I figured Isis could use a pick-me-up since she just got hit � again.�
�You want me to do a cheer for her?� Malik asked disbelievingly.
�It�s a very nice gesture, Marik, Malik�but it�s really not necessary,� Isis broke in, wanting to save her brother from embarrassment. Yes, Shadi making me scream eight times really did make me feel much better. And tired, to boot.
�Yes, it is necessary,� Marik said. �If only so you don�t decide to go after us next.� He grinned widely. �And because I want to see Malik jump around in that cute little skirt.�
Malik flushed, frowned and glared at his lover.
�Ne, Malik, why don�t you give Isis and me a little rousing cheer?� Marik ordered more than asked.
Sighing, Malik gave in to the inevitable. Hopefully, his sister would be kind enough never to bring this up ever. Picking up his pompoms, he thought for a moment for a cheer he could use, then started hopping up and down energetically, chanting in a lackluster voice. �Isis! Isis! Ra! Ra! Ra!� he exclaimed, before coming to a halt with both arms raised.
Isis snorted and tried to muffle her giggles behind her hand. It wasn�t really that funny of a cheer � and her brother�s performance was actually pretty decent considering it was obviously the first time he�d attempted such a stunt � but what was really getting to her was Marik.
Said yami didn�t seem to realize that Malik wasn�t trying very hard and seemed enraptured by his hikari�s performance. He had that lustful gleam in his red eyes which normally heralded a pouncing of his unsuspecting lover and the subsequent messing up of whatever surface upon which they happened to land.
�That was a very nice cheer, Malik, thank you,� Isis said.
Malik rolled his eyes, though he appeared grateful for her verbal restraint, considering the situation.
Noticing the predatory intent in Marik�s gaze as he stalked towards his lover, Isis quickly vacated the living room, the sounds of lustful groans following her departure. Walking down the hall to her own bedroom, she left her brother and his yami to their carnal activities.
They had given her pause for thought, however. Who was she going to go after next? The last time she�d just given Yugi something slightly funny rather than actively trying to insult someone. But her patience was nearing an end.
These kids should not toy with Fate. Or her.
Noticing that a light was on in the library, she changed her course. Maybe Rishid could help her think up some ideas�
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