Requiem of deathshipping
Hi, I may abandon Good and Bad I got bored. This is ether going to be a one-shot or a short story. Also for those who may not know, a requiem is a sad song but often it is a sad tune. Also deathshipping is a Ryou/Yami no Marik but for this I'm calling Yami no Marik, Marik and the hikari Malik and also yamis and hikaris have separate bodies okay, shall we begin?
START CHAPTER
Ryou sat in the empty living room. The house was always empty he guessed, but it never felt it. Since Bakura left his body everything was so... so quiet. He really should feel overjoyed that the abusive thief king is gone. Well, not really gone just sort of... on his own. Anyway, Ryou sighed and went to his bedroom for an overdue cleanup. Whilst he was cleaning he came across his old flute and was curious if he could remember how to play. He sat on the edge of his bed and blew over the reed and moved his fingers, covering each hole in an order. After a few seconds he realised that he was playing a real tune. He remembered it and it was one of his favourites. It was the tune of titanic.
MEANWHILE ON THE STREET
Marik stopped his long journey for a moment. He had just mugged someone and left him for dead so he counted the money he had 'earned'. "Quite a lot." He grunted to himself. Then he heard something, he couldn't figure out what. It was very muffled so he walked in the direction it was coming from. He stopped at the window, obviously on the second floor of the house. Marik came to the conclusion that it could be a bedroom. He listened to the pure, depressing tune. He recognised it, titanic? Yes, it was. Whoever was playing the music, would. Be. His!
BACK TO RYOU
Ryou finished the tune, proud he had remembered it. He heard the slight crashing downstairs then heard footsteps coming up the stairway. Ryou trembled with fear as the intruder burst in through the door. The intruder had dusty blond hair sticking up, violet eyes and very tanned skin. He was wearing a black leather top with no sleeves, almost white (Or cream) trousers and a purple and black cape. His name, Marik.
"M-Marik, what are you doing here?" Ryou said, petrified.
"Ryou... I came looking for the cause of the beautiful music, now I find the musician is equally as beautiful and pure." He smirked.
"Marik, what do you mean? What do you want?" Ryou asked.
"I mean I've found what, or who, I was looking for and what I want? I want you Ryou Bakura." He whispered as he stepped closer to the bed Ryou was sitting on.
"Marik please. What would Malik say? I thought you were dating him?" Ryou said.
"Malik... Malik is dating Bakura now so how perfect would it be for us to get together?" Marik said smoothly. "Your yami, my hikari... Bakura's hikari, Malik's yami..." Marik said eerily.
"No, I-I..." Ryou started but stopped and thought for a moment. 'Well, he does have that dark voice and umm... oh heck, why not?' Ryou thought. "Marik, I just thought about it and maybe this could work." Ryou said innocently.
"So Ryou... when is our first date?" Marik smirked as he spoke those words. "How about now?" He asked looking at the bed Ryou was sitting on.
"Maybe just... not in the way you're thinking of." Ryou smiled slightly as he spoke.
"There's more to a relationship than just..." Ryou nodded and Marik gasped. "Really, what do you mean?" Marik asked more seriously.
"Well we do need to know each other better don't we?" Marik nodded.
"Well you know I love your music so why don't you play another tune, just for us?" Marik said, Ryou agreed and blew over the reed a few more times. The tune was sad and dark yet pure and light... A requiem for them both...
END ONE-SHOT
Well... That was certainly... weird... Well please R&R and look for more shorties and oneies by me!