Hey there guys! Well I found my way back into my stories and realized that I had one chapter of the fanfic 'Silver and Gold' up. I read through it and remembered how much I liked this fic but realized that I lost all track of what I was going for and what I had written after (which was like two chapters) to my old computer crashing. So I decided to modify the story completely. The beginning is pretty much the same but bits and pieces have changed. And it's now Marik x Yami Bakura. I also changed the title as you can see, to Golden Luck. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh or any characters mentioned below.
Golden Luck
Chapter 1: The Unfortunate Destiny of Some
He ran. He ran faster than he ever had for as long as he had lived. Because this time, he was in a life or death situation. His dark skin blended in well with the darkness, and his lithe body allowed him the ability to fit into smaller places then someone of a larger stature. His sandy blond hair blew back in the harsh breeze as his golden adornments glowed in the moonlight. Anyone looking at him would see a beautiful exotic prince, not a petty thief.
He heard them yelling, regrouping, then chasing after him once again. His captor's footsteps grew closer as he tried to expand the space between them. But it was no use. The bag which held the goods he had stolen weighed him down. But it wasn't like he could just drop it and go; he had spent his whole life trying to find exactly what was in that bag. He stopped abruptly to catch his breath and surveyed his surroundings for one quick moment.
There was a row of white town homes ahead in the distance. Seeking refuge, the man re-gained his strength and sprinted closer to the houses. He found that the lights were off in every window of them. Of course, it was two in the morning! But the question was, how would he get inside? Then he saw an open window. Perfect! He could just leap through it and hide from his captors.
His lean muscles flexed as he vaulted himself into the window, landing with a quiet thud on the relatively new hardwood floors. He slouched under the window frame, took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. Now all he would have to do is wait until they gave up on their search. Suddenly he heard footsteps approaching him. "Oh Ra. I'm caught." He worried.
He quickly opened his eyes and saw a man about his age standing above him. His pale skin glowed in the light that poured through the window and his mane of messy white hair made him look like an angel. He was stunned and couldn't move. He was fixed on the chocolate brown gaze that held him. Lavender eyes stared into brown without even a blink. But finally, the white angel spoke.
"May I ask what you're doing in my living room?" a soft English accent spoke. He eyed the small man sitting on his floor. He was exotically beautiful, unlike anyone he had seen before. Clad in black he looked like someone out of a ninja movie, besides the fact that was adorned with a lot of strange gold jewelry. His blond locks were sweaty and he was breathing deep. But his wide violet eyes were captivating and looked somewhat innocent, like nothing he had ever seen before. He didn't feel a bad aura coming off of him and wasn't planning on calling the cops or kicking him out. But he wondered why exactly the strange man had appeared in his house of all places.
"I… Ummm… I was kind of being chased and I uhh... Saw the window open. Please don't call the police I promise I'll leave!" he stuttered nervously and leaped off the floor and placed his hands on the window pane, one foot already out. But before he could say goodbye a pale hand pulled on his shoulder and turned him around.
"Why don't you come sit down in the kitchen while I get you something to drink? Then you can tell me about what all is going on. My name is Ryou Bakura by the way." He smiled softly at the man and led him into the kitchen, pulling out a stool by the island. Ryou grabbed a glass out of the cupboard and filled it with ice water, handing it to the man.
"I'm... I'm Marik Ishtar. Th…Thank you very much Ryou. Well… Umm you see my situation is a bit hard to explain…" Marik stuttered on once again staring down at the glass of water Bakura had handed him. How would he explain to this innocent person what he was up to? He couldn't get someone like that involved. He looked up at Bakura as he pulled up the stool across from him. Bakura placed a hand on top of his and smiled innocently.
"It's alright; I have plenty of time. And I don't intend on letting you leave until you tell me" he let out a small laugh and grinned even wider, winking a chocolate orb. "It's a pleasure to meet you Marik." He finally spoke and removed his hand from Marik's, crossing his arms and leaning in, waiting for a story. Marik let out a huff and began.
"Well you see, I'm originally from Egypt. But I came to Japan because I was sent here by my… Family to obtain a few relics that had been stolen from us many years ago. After I had stolen them, I was chased by the people who worked for the evil ones who stole the items I needed." He breathed and looked towards Ryou, who was seemingly interested in his story. "And as I was losing my lead on them, I spotted an open window to your house and I… Um kind of jumped in. I swear I wasn't going to take anything I was just staying for a moment until they left..." Marik blushed and played with his fingers.
"Ahh I see. Sounds like quite the adventure! So I'm assuming that bag is filled with all your loot?" Ryou motioned towards the sack on the floor next to Marik.
"Your assumption is correct. But please, whatever you do, don't touch them alright? I'm begging you." The thief gave a weak smile and stifled a yawn. Ryou peered over at the florescent blue clock that shined from his microwave.
"Oh my, it's already two-thirty. It's safe to assume that you don't have a place to stay tonight, and I have a spare room so why don't you stay here tonight?" he paused, realizing that he was inviting a thief into his home but shrugged "There's only one condition: Don't steal anything!" he laughed lightly. Marik's eyes lit up
"Really? Thank you so much Ryou. You're right, I don't really have a home; I've been traveling from hotel to hotel following the people I sto-reclaimed the items from. And I have a feeling I won't be welcomed back there… So I suppose I need to head back to Egypt. Although I'm not sure if I can face—wait why am I telling you this? I'm sorry Ryou." Ra, he was such an idiot sometimes. Babbling on to this kid about his life was stupid and pointless. But he had nowhere else to go and with someone as gullible and Ryou, Why not stay?
"Well then you can stay here and get some kind of a job until you earn enough to head back to Egypt. But please don't apologize; honestly this is the most exciting thing to happen to me in ages. Now c'mon I'll get you something to wear and show you the guest room." Marik looked down and realized that he was still wearing the tight black ninja-like clothes he had been wearing earlier. Bakura grabbed the glass of water he had given to Marik and placed it in the sink. Marik grabbed his pack and Ryou led him upstairs wordlessly. They arrived in Ryou's spotless room. It was fairly plain, with white walls, a modern black bed with a dark blue bedspread, and a matching white bureau. Making his way to the tidy bureau, he grabbed some clothes out of it and handed them to Marik.
"The bathroom is down the hall, across from the guestroom. You can shower and whatnot in the morning." Marik thanked Ryou and took the clothes from him. He was very grateful that the white-haired boy was acting so kindly towards him even though they had just met, and under the circumstances
"I very much appreciate it Ryou. Well… I guess I'll see you in the morning then. Sweet dreams!" Marik smiled and shut the door after him, swearing he heard someone whisper "sweet dreams to you too..." in his ear as he exited. He shrugged it off and headed to the bathroom to change. It seemed the boys were about the same size, and the black tee and grey sweatpants fit him perfectly. He had to admit it was nice to rid of the tight articles he had been donning for quite awhile.
He turned the sink on and washed the sweat off his face. It had been quite a long day indeed, and he was exhausted. So he picked up his pack he had thrown down and headed across the hall to the guestroom.
It was a simple room, almost matching Ryou's, except for it being a bit smaller. The twin-sized bed was pushed up against the window, and probably got a lovely amount of light in the daytime.
Marik still wondered why he was being treated so nicely by a stranger, especially one like Ryou. It was like boy was actually his guardian angel… But he pushed that thought aside and laid down in the bed, pulling the covers over his golden locks, and fell into a deep sleep.
In the other room, Ryou reclined in his bed, writing absent-mindlessly in a small journal he kept in his bedside table. He was dressed in boxers and nothing else. His messy white hair glittered in the light of a stationary lamp. In flawless script he wrote:
"Today was quite an interesting day… A strange Egyptian man came through my window, in the middle of stealing valuable objects from very wealthy people. I'm not sure why I let him stay, but I did. It wasn't like I could kick him back out onto the street to meet his immediate death...
I have an extra bedroom here and nobody to stay in it. I have to admit I've been quite lonely these days, and maybe this strange greek god-like man could provide me with some entertainment in my life. I've just been so… bored. Ever since father left I've just been alone. Sometimes I feel like my life really has no purpose and I'm all alone, a little white fish in a big blue pond. But Marik doesn't seem like that. The threads of his life seem very important in the scheme of things. He has family and a purpose and even if they aren't good, at least he has them. God, Amane where are you? I miss you so much… After all these years I just want to see my sister. But at this point seeing you and Mum feels like it could only happen in my dreams. I hope very much that Marik is a gift sent from you to somehow rid me of my sadness…"
Ryou closed the journal and placed it back in the night stand. Switching off the light, he yawned and snuggled himself into a ball in the safety of his bed. Tomorrow would bring new, exciting things and he dearly hoped that Marik would not betray him. He seemed like the only hope for friendship in his life.
And there we go! Chapter 1 is complete. This chapter was intentionally short due to the fact that the next one is very important and has the potential to be lengthy.
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