Fic goes off the premise that the Yami's did not go into the afterlife but regained their own bodies. Also the 'Yamis' include Marik and 'Hikaris' include Malik. This story is supposed to be slightly funny and slightly angst along with all the other moods.
Warning: A little OOCness especially towards the beginning, but hopefully all will seem normal at the end. Also there will probably be a few limes, but nothing too extreme.
Chapter One: The Knife and the Margarita
Malik sighed as he saw the man shamelessly try to grope Ryou for what must have been the hundredth time that night. The blonde made his way through the dance floor as quickly as possible and grabbed the Hikari away from the now obviously drunk man. He wrapped his arms around Ryou possessively and shot the man a look that clearly said, 'Mine.'
Ryou smiled up at Malik in an adorable fashion, and the drunk left. Malik's own goofy grin dropped as soon as Ryou let go. "Thanks Malik."
The white haired Hikari then pulled away and vanished into the crowd leaving a heart broken blonde. Till said blonde saw Yugi about to be molested from three different people calling themselves dancers. He sighed as he made his way over to the third Hikari. Why couldn't Yugi and Ryou just dance together? Malik smiled at the thought. Then maybe grope each other? Everyone would win!
He finally reached Yugi, repeated the same scene as he had countless times already that night, and allowed his smile to stay a little longer as Yugi gave him a soft kiss on the cheek as thanks. Then of course he saw Ryou's newest predicament.
'Where the hell is a yami when you need him?'
"Is that any good?"
Yami tried not to choke as he recognized the voice but he did immediately tense. "What are you talking about?"
"The drink of course." Marik said with a seemingly genuine smile that looked altogether wrong on his face.
"I suppose." Yami finally managed to drawl out. He turned his attention away from the blonde and back to his drink.
"Well what is it?"
"A margarita."
"Sounds girly."
"It's vodka with flavor."
"Oh… Can I try some?"
"I guess." Yami shot a wary glance at the psycho who at the affirmative answer immediately reached for Yami's glass. "Hey! Order your own."
Marik gave him another disturbing look. Puppy eyes. "But I wanted to try some of yours!" He whined.
"Fine." He handed the glass over and watched as Marik drank from his side of the glass instead of the other side. Yami caught the bartenders attention and ordered another.
"Hey, I just wanted a taste. I'd give it back." (1)
"That's okay. You can have it."
"Am I so horrible that you can't even be lowered to drink after me?"
Yami tensed. He didn't know if it was from the words or the tone, but it made him slightly nervous. "No, I, uh, I, need to go check of Yugi!" Yami leapt from the seat escaping the odd conversation.
Marik glanced out on the dance floor where Yugi seemed to be getting along fine and then towards Yami who had gone in the opposite direction. Though it was normally extremely easy to find the multi colored hair yami, tonight the pharaoh had blended into the crowd.
Marik growled in frustration. Being mean didn't work, getting hurt didn't work, and now obviously being nice and cute didn't work. If anything it had been the least effective. He tugged on his hair a bit. Why was this happening to him?
It was probably his damn Hikari's fault. He had been choosing between crushing on Ryou or the midget for some time. But that didn't seem right, his Hikari never influenced him before…
He sighed, it was the damn knife's fault. He had always like shiny things.
Flashback
It was beautiful. Better than any he'd seem since the Rod.
Flip. Twirl. Catch.
Marik salivated slighted. He wanted, no he needed that knife. He just had to reach out and catch it.
Wait, where was Malik? He could be an interference. Marik came out of the knife zone and took in the situation.
He was in the chair, in the living room. Malik and midget were on nearby couch distracted, Yugi with television and Malik with Yugi. Knife was behind couch, out of Hikari line of sight.
Flip. Twirl. Catch. The golden hilted knife sliced through the air near the kitchen table.
Marik gently rose out of the chair and started towards the knife.
"Where are you going?" Malik peered up at his yami.
"To the kitchen, um, for a drink."
"Oh, ok bring me back some water."
Marik nodded and edged out of the Hikari's immediate line of sight. He headed straight for the knife.
"What in the hell are you doing?"
Marik looked down from the spot that the knife had been just seconds ago and saw the pharaoh sitting at the table and in his hand, the knife.
"Marik.." Malik gave a warning call from the couch.
"I, uh, I just wanted the pretty knife?"
"Pretty knife? Yugi looked over the back of the couch and shot an accusing glance around Marik. "And what 'pretty knife' would this be?"
"Damn you." Yami growled towards Marik. He then brightened for his reply to Yugi. "He's crazy Yugi, I don't have a knife."
"Put it up."
"But.."
"Now"
Yami stood with another growl towards Marik who was unsure whether to laugh at the Pharaoh getting in trouble, grieve over the now gone knife, or just smack himself for not realizing the knife wasn't flying through the air on its own. He decided just to appreciate the others graceful retreat upstairs. Tight ass swaying naturally and shiny knife still slicing through the air.
Marik settled back down on the chair with plenty new thoughts to think over. Like how sexy the Pharaoh was when he acted badass in a non-righteous way.
Marik sighed, completely lost in his thoughts.
Bakura sat nearby brewing in anger. He wasn't sure why he was angry, it was just his average state of being. Then again he could make a list of why he was angry. Marik ignoring his advances, then leaving to talk to the Pharaoh who ignored
advances. The Pharaoh ignoring the beautiful being giving him attention. Then there was Malik's hands becoming to familiar with a certain light. That would have to end very soon.
Bakura made his way over to the other yami at the bar. "Hey blondie let's get out of here before I murder your light."
Marik nodded dumbly with a glazed over look in his eyes. Bakura had to wonder if Marik even realized who he was or why he was nodding. Sometimes the other dark was such an airhead.
The thief sighed as he grabbed the other's arm and dragged him outside. How could the other like the Pharaoh when he always left the blonde in such a venerable state? Googly eyed with a wistful smile.
Damn Pharaoh…
He got everything, and Bakura wasn't fool enough to deny he was jealous. Sure the thief was one of the strongest shadow mages to ever walk the earth, but that wasn't exactly in the same league as being the Shadow's god.
Bakura growled at the thought. Why did the Shadow's seem to worship him? Why couldn't they pick someone worthier?
The two yamis reached Marik's motorcycle with Marik still in a daze. Bakura gave him a frustrated shake.
"YA…I mean…Yams… I have an odd craving for yams." Marik shifted nervous as he finally noticed Bakura.
"Yams huh? Well we can stop at the store and I'll run in and buy some. I'm crashing at your place tonight by the way. The Hikari's are having a sleep over." Bakura gave a wolfish grin, he was definitely going to make Marik suffer with yams. Oh the many dirty little uses for yams…
Marik started the bike and Bakura climbed on behind. Why did Marik have to like him too?
Damn Pharaoh…
TBC
(1) Extra scene.
Yami handed Marik the glass but was caught off guard as Marik grabbed his hand instead. Seeing the astonished face barely an inch from his own Marik firmly crushed his lips to Yami's. Not giving Yami a chance to recover or respond the blonde tangled his hands up in the Pharaoh's tresses and deepened the kiss, getting his taste of margarita.
Hearing a growl from behind Marik tried to pull away, but was yanked away instead by his hair. "What the hell?" Bakura looked between the two yami's, one still un-recovered and the other looking guilty. He shot an accusing glare at Marik.
"Hey, I just wanted a taste. I'd give it back."
Hehe… That's just a little joke I thought of as I wrote that line into the story.
Okay I know I should be working on one of the other stories I have posted, but I love the Yami's! Plus this story is going to be pretty short, only about 4-5 chapters total and the possible 5th chapter is just in case the 4th runs to long. Preview time!
Chapter 2: Malik's Death-defying Day
Malik scoffed. "You think he'd actually hurt me just for kissing you"
Yugi's eyes sparkled mischievously. "That's only what you were doing, what if he started wondering what you were thinking"
"Oh come on what do you really think he'd do?" Malik leaned in close, intending on stealing a kiss. He peeked open his eyes to see if Yugi was going to meet him halfway but saw death in lava red eyes.
Coming Soon!