This story is finished, sorry I didn't upload it sooner! But anyway enjoy! Chapter 1
In the meantime, I am going over the previous novel and am refining it. It will be back though, I promise. I don't know when. I also made a manga version of this, will be up soon (I have up to 3 pages sketched out but I have to color and post it on DA. My Deviant Art accout is the same as my username here. Enough blabbing, read and enjoy! :3
"Do you think they will make these games any better?" Bakura groaned as he watched Marik play another bizarre video-game.
Bakura, last name unknown, was a pale young man around the age of twenty-two. He had fluffy white hair that went just past his shoulders, brown eyes that beamed with intense hate and a twisted smile only an eldritch could make. He sat on the couch watching the TV screen; he wore a dark blue pajama shirt including blue pajama pants splattered with clouds. The most significant thing about his apparel was his necklace: the Millennium Ring, it was a one of a kind ancient Egyptian artifact. It contained dark powers and once was used to be the home of Bakura's soul.
"I just play whatever looks interesting and contains violence." Marik shrugged as he waited for the load screen to change in his most recent game: Amnesia.
Marik Ishtar, age twenty-one, was an Egyptian. His skin was the shade of coffee and cream that accented his natural blonde hair, he wore a black tank top and a grayish pajama pants. His significant item was the Millennium Rod, it contained the powers to possess another persons mind. A once called villain now sat on the floor in front of the couch, bundled up in a big blanket and holding a controller.
Bakura, now bored of watching Marik run in circles, picked up his book and flipped through the pages and glanced up at the screen occasionally. "Are you ever gonna, you know, go somewhere else than hide in the closets for the rest of your life?" He bluntly asked.
"Are you saying I'm gay?"
"Marik-"
"Because I told you a hundred times Bakura, I'm not gay!" Marik dropped his controller and crossed his arms in a pout. "I'm getting really tired of you and everyone else saying I'm gay- when I'm not."
"I meant the game Marik." He growled.
"...O-oh." Marik's face turned red, embarrassed by his third temper-tantrum of defense that week. He quickly retrieved the controller and continued to play, avoiding eye contact with Bakura, who he knew was surely smiling in amusement from Marik's error.
"But you really are gay." Bakura grinned and went back to his book. Suddenly the controller clashed with his book, knocking both to the floor, he looked up.
"Give it up you creep! I know you just want me to be gay so you can have me all to yourself." Marik stated as he walked away and disappeared into his bedroom.
"Dear Ra you are stubborn." Bakura sighed and picked his book up and continued to stare at the book. He knew Marik was just putting on an act. He caught Marik looking at him the same way other guys would look at Bakura. Even though Marik would cover up all the accusations, he knew him well enough to know he was always lying, especially with all that blushing it had to be true. Soon someday he will run out of excuses and energy, Ryou isn't here anymore Marik. You're mine now and you know it, Bakura grinned to himself.
Marik shut and locked his door then sat at his computer desk, he opened up Amnesia from his desktop and continued to play from his room. Marik's room was painted dim purple and black, there were a few posters of motorcycles hung on the walls. He had a queen-sized bed with silky black sheets and blankets laced with a gold trim. Dark wooded side-tables stood on each side of his bed, one had a lamp along with a pyramid alarm clock. The other had his Millennium Rod sit in a fancy display holder and a picture from a long time ago next to it. His computer desk was set next to the door, next to the desk and against the corner of the room stood a bird cage with Mr. Tweetums inside, Marik's beloved bird and last remaining friend. A door next to the cage led to the private bathroom that Marik was happily given. It was like any other bathroom, containing of a shower, a sink, a cabinet with a mirror above the sink and a toilet. The walls had dark blue tiles and a white tiled floor. The bedroom complex was decently sized, big enough to contain the queen-bed, a desk, side tables, a small bathroom connected to the room and a closet anyway.
Hours passed and further frustrated with his progress of dying in the game, Marik closed the game down and laid down on his bed. After a few minutes of restless thinking, he turned over to look at the frame. The picture was of Ryou, Marik, Yugi and the rest of the gang, though Bakura was not in the picture due to living inside Ryou's conscience at the time. Where are you now anyway? Marik wondered, his eyes started to blur the longer he stared at Ryou's picture. Ryou had completely disappeared and Bakura took over his body after Marik and Ryou decided to leave town for a bit and explore the world together. Marik had asked Bakura repeatedly what he had done to Ryou, the answer was always the same, "I simply destroyed his soul and banished it to the shadow realm for eternity." Bakura had said every time. Of course the question 'why' always followed up after it and his response was, "Why? Because I hate that son of a bitch and he was always too pure for my mind to take. I hated his guts, so one day I decided to take over for good and make sure he couldn't control the host body ever again."
I hate him so much for that.. Marik started to tear up at the loss of his best friend, I can't stand Bakura and I never will. That creep. That fucking creep thinks he can get away with this. I won't let you down Ryou, I will get you back! I will find you and we can be together again.. Marik painfully reminded himself why he put up with all of Bakura's crap. What was harder was that Marik had to look at the face he hated and loved at the same time, it was unbearable. He slammed his fist into the bed and laid still for a while. Why he tortured himself by staying with Bakura was beyond even him, even though he had a near to impossible task to finish, there was still a chance to find happiness.
Marik tried to relax after his mournful session and thoughts of his poor Ryou. He knew he wouldn't get any sleep thinking, so he downed a stashed bottle of liquor and let the alcohol do its job to put him into a deep sleep without thought. Yet he still had nightmares. Repetitive nightmares of Ryou trying to escape darkness all around him while Marik was held by an unseen force and could only watch helplessly while his dear friend was devoured by darkness, still struggling, calling his name and screaming in agony.
Marik slowly opened his eyes hours later and clutched his head in pain, a hangover was a small price to pay for sleeping without pain and thoughts. He looked around the room and saw the door was creaked open, he was sure he locked the door last night. He's been in my room again, watching me sleep.. Marik clenched his fists until they turned white. He took a deep breath and prepared for another day of despair and agony only to be masked in playful paranoia. He got up and fed his bird then walked in the bathroom, got ready and stared at himself in the mirror. He felt hollow, like something, some part of him was missing. As he turned off the bathroom light, he saw Ryou in the mirror. He dismissed the painful thought and hustled out of the room as if escaping the emotion of hurt itself.
Now fully dressed, he walked into the kitchen to get something to eat other than his late night liquor. He stopped at the doorway and saw the familiar face he had fallen in love with, Ryou's sweet smile.
"What the hell are you staring at?" Bakura's voice barged into Marik's illusion and shattered it. Marik blinked but Ryou was nowhere to be found, in his place a hated figure sat, staring back at him.
"It-it was nothing." Marik looked down and regained his masked face. "I'm just tired is all, gaming at all hours get tiring. He said quickly and got a bowl of cereal.
"Yeah, gaming. Not what I saw." Bakura looked up from his book and sipped some of his morning tea.
"Of course you'd know, you were watching me. Why did I get the lock if you are just going to be a creepy pervert, break it and watch me sleep anyway?" Marik shot an accusing look at Bakura.
"I was just checking in on you. You're my little bird and I have to make sure my bird doesn't hit the glass window trying to escape." Bakura muttered plainly as he stared down at his book.
"You're the beast who traps the bird in a windowless room."
"And you're my beauty."
"Very funny." Marik stated sarcastically.
"Why do you hate me so, little bird?" He looked up again.
"I don't hate you." Marik said annoyed.
"You dislike me?" He guessed, amused with himself.
"Would you give it up already? I'm not in a good mood today."
"Ah that's right, your hangover." Bakura offered his tea to Marik, "Drink this, it'll help your head."
"Why are you giving this to me?" Marik asked with an intense stare at the tea. "Not gonna rufie me are you?" He muttered under his breath.
"I was.. just being nice." Bakura paused then started to take his drink away.
"Leave it." Marik quickly said then held his hand out for the cup. He hesitantly picked up the cup and sipped from it, the taste was far from sweet.
"It's not the best taste in the world but it will help clear your head," Bakura looked around uncomfortably then continued. "I'll let you eat in peace, little bird." He took his book and exited the kitchen, Marik was left alone once more.
So what do you guys think of the first chapter of this short story? Comment and tell me, I'd appreciate it very much! ^w^