I had a dream that inspired this fic. How cheesy is that.
THIS IS NOT ANGSTSHIPPING. Malik and Ryou are just the two main characters. But there will be yaoi and a ton of pairings. So ya.
I do not own yugioh. Dur.
A young boy walked down a sidewalk of a empty street, deep in thought. His long white hair was cut in a choppy manner, but framed his face quite nicely. The boy's chocolate brown wide eyes stared at the pavement as he adjusted his maroon scarf around his neck.
Something horrible is going to happen.
He already knew. The feeling had been following him around all day, and there was no escape from it. It seemed to hang around him like a heavy cloud.
You probably know whom it's going to happen to.
Of course he did, the signs were obvious. The boy just wished that It would shut up about it. He knew that there was nothing he could do about it. This horrible thing would happen. It was always right. The number one rule- you always listen to It.
"Catch me if you can, Yuugi-kun!" A high pitched voice squealed, followed by the sound of shoes running across wood chips.
The boy turned to see a girl and three boys playing at the park across the street from him. He recognized all of them from school, the short-haired brunette girl who had just spoken, a blonde boy and a brown haired boy whose hair formed a spike at the top, and a shorter boy with wild tri-colored pointy hair. They were all chasing eachother around, not noticing him, until the short boy with the crazy hair turned and saw him. First the boy was surprised, then a wide smile crossed his small face and he waved. The boy's companions noticed him too, but just stared and exchanged strange glances with each other. The young boy sighed and waved back to the short kid and continued walking down the sidewalk, trying to ignore the other three's whispers.
They think you are crazy.
"Because I am," The boy mumbled to himself, shaking his mess of white hair slowly. Maybe if he didn't talk to himself in public, or avoid many people at school, maybe they wouldn't think he was-
OOMFPH.
The boy had been so lost in thought he hadn't looked where he was going, and he walked straight into someone on the sidewalk. The tall fiqure he had ran into began to turn to look at the boy, and he quickly blushed and hurried to apologize.
"Sorry sir, I'm so sorr-," Then the boy caught sight of the stranger's eyes.
For one thing, they were a very unnatural looking shade of violet. The seemed to have no pupil and their depths looked as if they could go on forever. The boy didn't even get a good look at the rest of the man because he was so capitivated by his eyes.
They stared at eachother for a moment, until the man raised his hand and snapped his fingers once.
Then everything, for only a brief second, went black.
When the darkness cleared, the boy noticed he was no longer on the streets of Domino City, but in a poorly lit office. The wallpaper of this office was black with dark grey stripes, cracked at the corners. The only window was heavily covered with shades, allowing little to no light in. The only furniture was an oakwood desk and chair with another chair, this one red and slightly cushioned, facing the desk. To complete the picture was the strange man, sitting across from the boy, at the desk, hands folded.
"Hmm… your name is Ryou?" The man said, or almost purred, his voice seductive and deep.
"Y-Yes," The boy, Ryou, mumbled. In his thoughts he wondered how the man knew this, and his body shuddered in fear.
"Ryou Ryou Ryou…" The man chirped softly, his violet gaze locked on the boy. "Take a seat, Ryou."
Ryou glanced down at the chair, not wishing to sit. But he sat anyways, for some reason he felt like he could not refuse or defy this man. His own chocolate-y eyes could also not leave the hypnotizing purple orbs. The man opposite of him closed his eyes for a moment, a small smile on his lips.
"Ryou Bakura… ten years old… goes to Domino City Elementary School… moved here from England when he was five… doesn't have a lot of friends, feels like he's sort of close to someone named Yuugi Motou…" The man stated, as if he was reading facts off a list.
This was really starting to freak Ryou out- how did this strange man know these things?
The man opened one eye to look at Ryou for a moment, then shut it and continued speaking. "Favorite food is cream puffs… loves role play games… enjoys writing in free time… is in possesion of-," The man paused suddenly, then opened his eyes and stared at Ryou, his small smile now twisted into a considerably more creepy one.
Ryou's heart pounded in his chest. He felt It grow hot against his body, to a point where it almost burned. Then that all too familiar, cold voice reappeared in his head.
What are you doing? Get out of there! He's-
"Take off the ring," The strange man hissed. Ryou bit his lip, nervous.
"I don't know what your-,"
"You don't have an option. Take off the ring," He demanded, his eyes flashing angrily.
Ryou didn't want to obey. He wanted to get away from this man, but he felt as if his body couldn't leave this spot. Every part of him, every fiber of his being told him not to take off It, the ring. But Ryou knew, for some reason, he couldn't defy this man. The ring burned against his chest under his shirt and Ryou's head pounded furiously along with his heart. The room felt incredibly hot as he moved his hand slowly to remove the object. Suddenly, he couldn't take it anymore and nearly ripped the ring from around his neck and threw it onto the desk. Ryou put his head in his hands and panted hard. He felt so empty without the ring. It nearly screamed at him from across the desk to put it back on. Ryou snapped his head back up to look at the strange man, who held the ring in his hand, examining it closely.
"Interesting… very interesting. I knew that there was a reason our paths crossed…" He mumbled, looking over the ring, greed reflecting in his eyes. He set the ring back on the desk and reached down and grabbed something. The man pulled a rod or sceptar like gold item and placed it next to the ring. The rod had an eye carved into it, just like his ring. Both items glowed for a moment before the man picked them both up again and seemed to be comparing them.
Ryou stared in shock. "Who- what are you?" He cried out. Ryou could not take his eyes off the ring, he did not like the other man, or anyone, holding it. The ring didn't like it either, for it seemed to call out for Ryou.
The man glanced up. "My official title is none of your concern…" He said smoothly, placing down both items again. "But I like you, so I guess I can tell you my name, for what other people might call me is more like a nickname or pseudonym, my nom de plume…"
Ryou glared, eye twitching in slight irritation.
"Hmm? Oh yes. I suppose you may refer to me as Marik, I think it means king in some language. As for what I am, well, I guess you can say I am not of your kind. I am above and beyond it… or perhaps below?" The man, Marik, chuckled to himself, then regained his composure. "Anyways, enough about me, I want to hear about you. Tell me about your family,"
"Why would I do that? You already seem to know everything about me," Ryou snapped, frowning.
Marik raised an eyebrow. "Because, my young friend, I just love hearing your cute, innocent little voice,"
Despite the situation, Ryou blushed and watched Marik's gaze soften briefly. Ryou took this oppurtonity to look away from that piercing gaze and get a glance at the rest of Marik. He was very tan with his Egyptian-looking bronze skin, he was also considerably well muscled. Ryou was able to tell this for he was wearing a tight black tank top, despite how cold it had been when they were back out in Domino City. His sand blonde hair was spiked up in various directions and-
The hynotizing eyes captured his again. "Whoops, must of slipped," He said, his voice even. "Anyways, tell me of your family,"
"Well," Ryou began, "I have my mother, and my little sister Amane. I love them a lot, but you probably knew that already. Then there's my father… he cares for a them a bunch, but he doesn't really like me. Our family's kind of, um, cursed." Ryou tapped his fingers together, nervous, as if he shouldn't of said that.
"So what has cursed you, and why does your father dislike you so?"
"Um… well that ring," He pointed at the ring, hand shaking, "I guess you could say it's a family heirloom. Its passed down from generation to generation… my family has had it for a long time, perhaps hundreds of years-,"
"Actually, you've had it for approximately three millennia," Marik corrected.
"Uh, yah, okay… Anyways, it's tradition for the father to pass down the ring to the first born child. That child is to put on the ring and see if it, um, accepts the child as its host-"
"Your father was not the first born child of his family, I assume?" Marik interrupted again.
"No, his brother was. See, with my father, when he was young he watched his older brother try on the ring, it didn't accept him. So his brother sort of started puking flames and literally burned to death… the ring had never ever accepted anyone." Ryou paused and bit his lip. "Then it came time for me to try the ring… my father was really nervous, but a strange thing happened. It accepted me and I became the rings host. Now my father is sort of afraid of me and everyone thinks I'm crazy,"
"Man kid that's quite a story- kid?" Marik noticed Ryou was now sobbing quietly. "Uh- don't cry, Ryou… what's wrong?" Marik said awkwardly, not really sure what to do.
"I-It's just that," Ryou wiped his nose with his sleeve, sniffling, "The ring told me that something horrible is going to happen tomorrow to my m-mother and Amane, my whole family is going to be cursed forever…"
Marik frowned, feeling sympathy for the young boy for a moment. Then he thought of an idea, a plan to help Ryou. "Tell you what kid, I'll make you a deal. But you gotta listen to me before you start freaking out, 'kay?"
Ryou looked at him with wide, teary brown eyes and nodded slowly.
"I come from this place… a place known to many of you mortals as Hell. Well, blessit, the place has so many names I can't even keep track! Anywho, when you humans die, you all go down there. But dun worry 'cause the good people go to this nice section. So this place is inhabited by many creatures- dead people, demons, vampires, ghouls- you name it, we got it! Well you see, a minute ago you were telling me about this curse, and I know that there is only one way you can really break a curse,"
The young boy held up a hand, motioning for Marik to stop talking and drew in a deep, shaky breath. "Wow… okay, sorry continue,"
"Ya. Anyways, the only way you can break a curse is by selling your soul to yours truly! It's so super simple. All you gotta do is sign this contract…" Marik waved his hand and a long piece of paper and a feather appeared and they floated down onto his desk, "… in blood of course, and then you've got eight years before your soul is mine to do as I please at the ripe age of eighteen!"
Ryou frowned, weighing his options. "Let me see the contract,"
Marik blinked. "Oh yes! I suppose you would want to see the circumstances," He wave a hand over the paper and text appeared on it, then he passed it down to Ryou.
Ryou skimmed down to the bottom where it listed the circumstances of selling his soul.
If Ryou Bakura signs this contract, he is therefore agreeing to have his soul sold to H. "Marik" and the following things will occur;
-Ryou Bakura will be summoned by the Messenger at the age of 18 to have his soul sold to H. "Marik"
-Ryou Bakura's physical presence will be erased from the human realm
-Ryou Bakura's soul will belong to H. "Marik" for eternity unless realeased by H. "Marik" himself.
` -Ryou Bakura's family's curse will be lifted and the rest of his family will no longer have to suffer within the Fields of Punishment after their time of death
If Ryou Bakura signs this contract, he is therefore agreeing to do the following;
-To willingly having his soul sold to H. "Marik"
-To wear the Ring at all time, even after his soul is sold
-To not tell another mortal being about his meeting with H. "Marik" or his soul being sold
Ryou stared at the page blankly, weighing his options. "The accident will still happen tomorrow, I assume?"
Marik smiled sadly. "I'm afraid it will. But atleast your mother and sister won't have to spend all of eternity in certain damnation!"
Ryou sighed and closed his eyes. "I will sign this. I will agree to have my soul sold,"
The man across from him looked pleasantly surprised before waving his hand in the air. Suddenly, a large gash appeared on Ryou's wrist a blood began to drip out.
"W-what… what the hell?" He gasped, staring at his bleeding wrist.
"You have to sign in blood…" Marik passed the feather over to Ryou. Ryou hesitated a moment before bringing the tip of the feather up to his wrist, then signing his name on the document in blood.
"Wonderful," Marik murmured, and the contract, feather and Ryou's wound disappeared.
"Now the deal has been sealed. Your soul will be mine on your 18th birthday." Marik stood up and tossed the Ring over to Ryou, who caught it and clutched it to his chest. "Take your Ring. I'll be seeing you soon, but not soon enough…"
Marik was about to wave his hand before he paused, and looked back down at the young boy. "By chance… do you know anyone named Malik Ishtar?"
Ryou blinked. "No… why do you ask?"
"No reason,"
The everything turned black again and Ryou found himself back on the streets of Domino City, and Marik was gone. Ryou sighed and turned to run home.
The next day, his mother and sister died in a car accident on the way home from school.
Well that was short. Only about 11 pages on word. See ya next chapter where we meet some new characters, and shit happens!