Notes:
-This is Post-Canon
-Assume a redemption arc has already taken place
-All chapters are loosely related, though they might not be in chronological order
-quality might fluctuate lol
"Ryou, what's the situation?" Marik mumbles, glancing over the top of the overturn couch they were using as cover. He spies movement in the kitchen, but it's too quick for him to gauge.
"Not good." Ryou winces and pulls his hand away from his side. It's covered with mostly transparent red liquid. He makes a face and wipes it into the brown carpet. "I got hit pretty badly, and we're running out of ammunition." He pats his pocket to prove his point. "I got about four more bajoons left, and two nmals. You?"
Marik shakes his head and sighs. "I'm all out of everything. He's in the kitchen, right?" He peeks over, only to duck immediately after. Less than a second later, a tomag flies through the space his head had been and splats against the wall. They're sprayed with juice.
"Damn, I didn't realize his aim improved this much," Ryou curses. "He's toying with us, you know. We're just sitting out here, and he's in there with all the firepower."
"We can't stay here," Marik risks another glance. "I'll make a distraction, and you barricade yourself in your room. If he can't get to you, maybe he'll get bored and give up."
"No! I'm already hit; I'm not much use like this. Please, Marik, save yourself." Ryou empties his pockets and hands his partner four six-sided dice and two small stuffed animals. "Take these. He has to show himself to attack us. I'll jump out and when he moves to strike, you get him. Got me?"
Marik's eyes widen and he shakes his head. "But you might be hit! I can't let you sacrifice yourself like this."
Ryou cups his cheek. "Marik, I have to do this. If I don't, then we're both at risk. Just… promise me something." Marik slowly nods. "Show him no mercy." He leans forward to capture Marik's lips. They kiss, then pull away.
"I love you, Ryou."
"I love you too, Marik." He lets go and closes his eyes, mentally preparing himself. Ryou jumps out from behind the couch. A flash of yellow peeks through the doorway, and then the enemy is there, laughing maniacally and pelting Ryou with tomags. Some of them miss and squish into the carpet, no doubt leaving stains, and one hits him directly in the chest.
Ryou topples over and falls to the ground. Seeing his chance, Marik begins his counter attack, but as soon as he makes a move, a tomag gets him in the shoulder. He falls to the floor, gasping for air. It's all over, he thinks. With both he and Ryou injured, there's no hope for survival. With the last of his energy, Marik crawls out from behind the couch and over to Ryou, ignoring the loud cackles coming from the kitchen.
His partner is still breathing, but his breath is ragged. Marik sits up to shake him. "Ryou, no, you can't die on me. I didn't get to tell you I love you…"
"Didn't you tell him that two minutes ago?" The enemy pokes his head out into the doorway.
Marik turns on him. "Look at what you've done, Kek! How could you do this to him?" He's rewarded with another tomag to the shoulder. Marik collapses on top of Ryou with a cry. With his last breath, he murmurs, "Ryou… I'm sorry I couldn't protect you."
His body goes limp. Kek struts over to nudge them with a sock-covered foot. "Ahaha, I have defeated Ryou and Marik! Now no one can stop me," he monologues.
It's at this moment that the front door opens and Bakura steps in, his arms filled with plastic bags of groceries. He blinks, slowly taking in the war zone that was once his living room. Dice and stuffed animals are scattered on the floor, and tomato residue covers just about everything. Ryou and Marik are lying on the ground, Ryou covering his face in his hands and Marik's face buried into the ground. Kek stands over them.
Bakura takes a deep breath. Maybe it's not what it looks like. "I was gone for an hour."
"We got bored." Was Kek's explanation. He's grinning, obviously amused with the situation.
"So you decided to destroy the living room?" Kek's smile falters.
Bakura steps into the kitchen and sets the groceries onto the counter, then walks back out. "I am going to take a walk." He declares and he heads outside, the front door slamming behind him.
"Well that went well," Marik says, rolling off of Ryou.
"Since I won, do I have to clean up?" Kek asks, helping them both to their feet.
Ryou inspects the room. "How about this, you put the groceries away and start the laundry and we'll handle the rest."
"Deal."
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