Daddy's Little Girl
AN: This is based around the RPs that my fiancée and I do. The story may not fit to the nose, but the characters (besides the original from YGO) belong to us and are copyrighted.
It appears to me that people may jump right off the bat and consider this to be rabid-yaoi fangirlism. But I would really appreciate it if you would give the story a chance before turning your nose up at it.
If you don't like the contents then don't read it. Please keep an open mind while reading this please
"Bakura, you've been acting strange here lately. Are you okay?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
I sighed and continued to read my book, "What's with the twenty questions, Malik?"
The bed gave away to the slight weight as Malik sat down beside me, putting a hand over my book, "You've been ignoring me. I want to know why."
I had to roll my eyes at that one, "I haven't been ignoring you."
"Sure you haven't," She ripped the book from my hands, closing it. Damn woman.
Yes, that's right, woman. Malik and I had been together for quite some time before he was "changed" into a she. It started out as a practical joke by Mariku since Malik enjoyed dressing as a female. Of course, Mariku found it so damn humorous that Malik was left as a woman. Hell, I didn't mind. She had a gorgeous body full of curves and her eyes-oh, those eyes-had suddenly become brighter and more vivid with life. Over time, I fell more in love with Malik than I ever had before. We were together almost every hour of the day.
But as time moved on, Malik had changed. It was a slow change, but a noticeable one. I suddenly became nostalgic for the old days when Malik was cruel and mean. Now, she was a PMSing, jealous bitch. That's right, bitch—and I use that term in insult, not complimentary. Don't get my wrong, I still love Malik, but I can't be around her as much as I use to.
"Look," I reached for my book, taking it back, "I've just had a lot of things on my mind lately."
"We haven't had sex in two weeks," She took my hand, placing it on her body.
"So…"
Well, we all know that I'm not really one to refuse a piece of ass, and I usually don't, but…I just can't have sex with her anymore. Of course, I'm not telling her that.
She quickly straddled my hips, putting both of my hands on her heaving chest, "Please, I need you…"
My eyes closed on instinct when she started planting those sweet kisses on my neck. I squeezed her breasts lightly and nipped at her chin, turning to kiss her lips harshly and hungrily. As our lips touched and our tongues danced, an image flashed in my mind. It wasn't Malik, but of another woman with mocha skin. Her white hair flowed down to her middle back as she smiled at me sweetly, her purple eyes speckled with brown danced in mirth. Her body was smooth and sleek and curved in every right way…
Kali…
I pulled back from the kiss, my cheeks burning red with the intensity of the moment. Malik stared at me quizzically as if asked why I just did what I did. The answer was obvious, but I couldn't tell her…
"Malik…I can't," I whispered lowly.
She sighed, "It's her. It's Kali, isn't it?"
Oh Kali...my Kali…
That name. The beautiful name that belonged to the person that melted my heart and made me realize that I appreciated my life. Despite the horrendous circumstances that lead us together. I was desperate that day I did it—I didn't like these emotions. What the hell were these emotions I was feeling? Love, loyalty, heartbreak…these terms I don't use ever so often for I never experienced them. Even when Malik was a man and I was with him, it never really concerned anyone who I slept with or who I raped out of pure amusement. It was just to get what I wanted. No feelings attached for it would be harder for me to have verity. This was possibly the main reason Mariku thought it would be funny to turn Malik into a female. But, then she came into the picture. That beautiful woman that made me crumble the moment she was born…
September 4th was when she came to me. I knew her birthday all too well. Malik was round in the belly due to holding her childour child. I didn't count on this. I guess when you fuck a man for so long you forget that the opposite sex can hand out a new responsibility to you. Life; new life that has a part of you inside of that little creation you made by accident. Yes, you heard meby accident. I didn't want a child. I didn't want this child at all.
Malik tried several times to act cheery about it hoping I felt as wonderful as she did but I didn't. I put on a fake cheery disposition, hoping that would conceal my anger at what had just happened. It would be just a little brat that Malik would want me to be a part of its life. I wasn't going to put my life on hold for this thing so I continued to get what I wanted from Malik before the baby was born, which was sex. Needless to say it helped out the hormone ranging Malik and it quieted the baby inside of her stomach every time our bodies would rock together.
But then it happened. Malik went into labor and I knew this was going to be it for me. As soon as that child came out, I would be yelled at for not being an excellent father. I would have to change its diaper and hear its horrible screaming while trying to sleep at night. Regardless of this, I stayed in the room with my "wife" and watched the child being born as I held onto Malik's hand due to the pain of the child ripping through her vaginal walls.
She was eventually out. Yes, a little baby girl with mocha skin due to my albino white mixing with Malik's ivory. Her white hair came from me, obviously, and her eyesI couldn't see them at the time for she was just born. Nothing had changed. It was just a girl. Maybe if it was a boy that would have been different. But it was another woman; however, it appeared that Malik was in a romantic mood once the child was born which meant good news for me. I wanted to get a part of her before this child started wrecking my life. so I offered to drink down a bit of the baby's milk, which I did. As I was doing this, however, the little girl started to scream forcing me to flinch in pain since my ear was right there close to the kid's mouth. Malik quickly turned her attention to the small infant trying to coax her down.
I stood there in the position I was in close to Malik right across from where the baby was resting and I started to…feel different. Her wrinkled up expression, the cries she was makingwhile taking all of this in it didn't take long for father mode to kick in shortly after. I offered to hold the child and feed her as to try and calm her, which I did as I rocked with her. The same rocking she had been put to sleep with every time Malik and I had our sexual moments.
"What are we going to name her?" Malik asked watching my interaction with our child.
I sat there rocking her a bit still trying to think of something. "How about Kali? Kali Bakura," I said softly.
"It's beautiful," Malik whispered in return, "She will be sending people to the Shadow Realm in no time."
Nodding at her remark with a brief grin, I kept Kali's head close to my heart…the one heart she managed to steal right under from the King of Thieves.
"Answer my question, Bakura!" Malik's eyes narrowed dangerously.
I narrowed my brown eyes right back at her, "Yes, it's Kali. Is that what you wanted to hear?" I pushed her off of me and stood up. I had to get away from her for a moment.
"Why?" Tears brimmed in her eyes. "I've given you everything you've ever asked me for. What makes Kali so much better than me?"
I didn't know how to answer that without hurting her feelings tremendously. I still cared for her after all and didn't want her to do anything that could cause her harm. Everyone knew Malik was a bit on the…rash side nowadays.
"She's my daughter…"
"And I'm your wife!"
"I don't want to talk about this right now, Malik. Drop it."
She stood up off the bed, "But I do! Talk to me, Bakura! Stop being a pompous bastard and talk to me, dammit!"
"…"
Malik laughed in a slight sadistic tone, "Gods…what made me ever think I could be with you? But who would've thought that you, of all people, wanted to fuck his daughter, the one thing he didn't want to begin with."
I turned to her quickly, resisting the urge to slap her cocky little face, "You…know nothing about how I feel, wench. I'm with you for the sheer purpose that everyone wants me to be and Kali thinks that we're in love. If you weren't around, yes, I'd fuck Kali. Why? Because she so much better than you will ever be. She actually understands me unlike you and everyone else in this fucking household!"
She took a step back, eyes widening in brief shock at my sudden outburst. I rolled my eyes and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me loudly. Damn that woman and her ability to get on a persons last nerve. Storming down the stairs, I spotted Ryanna sitting on the couch with Ryou, both watching something on the television. I didn't speak to them at all as I passed by.
"Uncle Bakura?" Ryanna watched as I stormed out of the room.
"What?"
She shrank back at the tone of my voice, "Are…are you gonna come to Kali's birthday party?"
She was so naïve just like her father, but I couldn't blame her. Ryou loved her with all his heart and I didn't want to be mean to her, "Of course. Why wouldn't I?"
"Well, I was just wondering. Sorry…"
How could I forget my own daughter's birthday? Two days from now she would be turning seventeen. The beautiful goddess I brought into this world and the one thing I was proud of in life. She meant everything to me…but she was the one thing that I could never have.
"Don't apologize when you have nothing to apologize for, Ryanna. Where is Kali?" I leaned against the doorway of the kitchen.
Ryou looked away from the television, "I think she's in her room."
The white haired girl nodded, her curls bouncing slightly, "She and I just got through studying for an exam."
I nodded in thanks and ruffled Ryanna's white and blonde streaked locks as I passed, going back up the stairs in search of my baby girl. I hadn't really seen her all day, except for dinner, and I desperately needed to see her before she went to bed. Besides, what kind of father was I if I didn't tuck my baby girl in at night?
Stopping at the slightly ajar door, I raised my hand and attempted to knock but stopped as I heard a sweet melodic voice coming from the other side of the walls. I couldn't stop myself as I peered into her room. In doing my, my heart stopped and my breath caught in my throat. Kali had apparently just gotten out of the shower due to her wet hair and was attempting to get dressed while singing softly to herself. I gulped as my eyes ran over her naked body and took in every curve and perfect detail. To me, she was the most magnificent thing I had ever seen. Who knew that Malik could help me produce such a beautiful creature? But then again this was Malik we were talking about and if I had to grade him be he in his natural or female form, I would say his body was quite phenomenal.
I knew I couldn't just walk right in there while she believed she was changing in private so I waited patiently for her to get fully dressed or at least decent enough for me to grace her with my presence. My brown eyes watched her every movement that she made from stepping into her tight jeans to combing through her white wet hair and tying it back. Everything she did was almost like she was teasing meher body movements almost begging me to come in and claim her as mine. I had to fight my urges to want to run in there and rape her at the door.
Not yet, I told myself. Not yet…
The floorboards creaked, giving me away as Kali's attention spun towards the door once she was putting on her earrings, "Who's there?" She asked curiously still getting dressed. Knowing I was caught, I opened the door even more to show that it was just me. I guess she assumed I just got there as she stood to her feet, heading over towards me to give me a hug. "Hey daddy."
Rubbing her back gently and taking in the sent of her freshly cleaned hair, I kissed the side of her head calling her by the nickname I had given her, "Hey Princess." Moving the stray strands of white hair that moved into my baby's face, I cupped her cheeks in my hands to look at her enchanting expression as she gripped onto my wrists lightly. "To thinktwo days from now my baby girl will no longer be sweet sixteen."
Rolling her eyes at me playfully, she moved my hands from where they were before holding them together, "I'm growing up, daddy. You act like it's ruining your life every time I age a year."
In all honesty, it was doing the opposite to me but her getting older and getting out of my life wasn't why I was always worried when she aged a year. Pointing my finger at her I turned serious and seeing the look in my eyes forced Kali to turn her back on me irritated knowing the speech I was about to give, "It's not that. I am just worried about those boys at your school. You're not doing anything reckless with them, are you, princess?"
With age came sexual activity and the want to explore that. If I ever found out any of those boys were fucking my daughter I would tear out their soul myself with my Millennium Ring. Deep down inside, I wanted to be the one to take her virginity from her.
Sitting down at her dresser she gave me that smartass look before turning back to the mirror to fix her makeup, "Why do you want to know?"
"Kali Bakura!" I scolded, gripping tightly on her shoulder, "Don't talk back to me like that! I am your father and I deserve a correct answer!"
"Ouch!" She hissed, grabbing onto my wrist trying to pry my hand off of her, "You're hurting me daddy!"
Seeing her painful expression she was giving me made me feel wonderful inside. A fragile child squirming to escape her sexual predator it seemed in my eyes. I was so hypnotized by it that Kali's screams didn't really hit me until she started crying softly because my nails were digging into her mocha skin and puncturing it. Taking my hand back I sighed heavily, "Princess…I am sorry."
"I never do anything to the guys at school! They were always so mean to me and now because I am older they accept me?" Kali cried angrily looking into my eyes, "They always did stuff to me because I was different in the past! Why, now that I am a teenage, is it any different!"
They just wanted to have sex with her that was what they were after. It's what any teen guy is after. When she was younger, none of the guys accepted her. How could I forget all those times when she was just my baby and she came home crying? Kali had mud thrown at her, her dresses torn; her pride and belief that she was beautiful was crushed because of her hair and awkward skin color that people taunted her. Hell, she even had her 'bunny ears', which my genetics gave her, chopped off. Kali locked herself in her room and was too upset over one 'ear' being longer than the other to even look at us ever again. Needless to say, I managed to get inside of her room and calm her down, telling her that it would grow back out over time if she was patient enough to wait. Of course, sadly, her bunny ears never did move much until they were fixed. Surprisingly, unlike mine, Kali could move hers up and down when she was petted in between them.
"Where are you heading off to?" I managed to ask watching her outline her lips with the light pink lipstick Malik had bought for her.
"A date," Kali answered hoping to her feet reaching for her purse.
"With whom?" I asked putting more emphasis on the 'whom'.
"Aten Ishtar," Kali answered placing her hands on my shoulders, reaching up to kiss me on the cheek. Flinching goofily at the lipstick mark she made on my cheek, Kali attempted to wipe it off with her thumb. "Sorry about that, daddy." Once it was off, she stepped back fixing her shirt a little bit asking me, "How do I look?"
"Gorgeouswhich worries me when it comes to Aten."
"Father," Kali sighed irritably rolling her eyes at me.
I followed quickly after her outside of her room not finished yet, "You are not going out with Aten, little missy!"
"Why?" Kali asked, looking over her shoulder briefly so she could continue rushing down the steps. "What do you have against Aten?"
"He's that horny bastard's child, Mariku's!" Aten Ishtar was Mariku and Lanien's teen boy. When Malik managed to separate from Mariku like I did with Ryou, Lanien took Mariku once I left her. Together they had a boy and Lanien is pregnant with another child that probably belongs to Mariku. If it comes out a mix breed, a cross between an Egyptian and American, we'll know for sure if it's really his. Of course, everyone in this family appears to be promiscuous and who's the real father and who isn't always why the DNA Diagnostic center gets a call every once and awhile. So, nobody can really point fingers at me for being too sexually active when everyone in the family is in reality.
Hearing my earlier remark prompted Kali to look at me with anger rising in her expression, "Aten isn't like that! He's not like his father and even if he is who cares! Why does it bother you so much every time I want to go out on a date?"
Aten was right there listening to us, eating crackers. He ate very little and was more fragile and thin than anyone else in the family. In all honesty, I was surprised he didn't break in half every time he stood on his feet. Kali's attention shifted with mine, seeing that the ivory skinned boy with bangs like his father and shoulder length blond hair was listening to us feeling kind of hurt. I could see the hurt in his green eyes which was probably the only thing he ever got from his weak mother.
Looking back at Kali, I shook my head at her, "Go ahead. But if that boy tries anything, I will bend him over my knee and break his fragile ass."
Aten watched as I stormed out of the kitchen where our feet had led us. Getting to my bedroom, I shut the door behind me, shaking my long white hair angrily. Feeling that I needed a shower to relax, I took off my top shirt throwing it off to the side before heading into the bathroom to turn on the water.
"I hate this job," I muttered listening to the water fall against the porcelain bathtub. I stripped off the rest of my clothes and stepped into the stream of the shower, trying to wash away all of my problems.