AN: This is the not quite so long awaited sequel to Hikari no Yami no Game!
Hikari to Yami no Enishi(4)
Pairings: Bronzeshpping (Marik/Malik primarily)
Tendershipping (Bakura/Ryou with Bakura in his old Thief King body. I guess you could call it gemshipping but I don't :p)
Puzzleshipping (Atem/Yugi Once again, Yami in his old body and going by Atem. It's not really blindshipping in my opinion, but it's up to you :3 I'll try to make it stand out more than I did in HnYnG :p)
Puppyshipping (Jounouchi/Seto. Nothing special there XD)
Some Ardentshipping (Honda/Shizuka) and Persevereshipping (Otogi/Anzu), but they're just kinda there. This is yaoi / shonen ai after all. I hope that doesn't scare anyone off :p
Ok ok, I know. This isn't A Week At Sea or Like Pieces of a Puzzle 2 but those stories are all like "Mwahaha you stopped working on me for over a month!" Meanwhile this story has started screaming in my head making it hard to concentrate on the old stories (which I will finish before this one, I just needed to get at least the first chapter out of the way).
It's sort of a collaboration with my roommate. Being that I couldn't pick a villain. I thought about going with the Doma gang from season 4 (aka the motorcycle freaks) but then I remembered I had mentioned one of them, though briefly, in Hikari no Yami no Game. So, not to break continuity, I had to get another idea.
And in talking to my roommate he reminded me that he had come up with a plot for a Yu-Gi-Oh story that, in his ADD, he wasn't going to ever get around to writing, and told me to use his OC villains.
Which actually worked out for both of us. The world will get to see his villains and ideas mixed together with my plot.
My evil plot. Of which I am the evil...I mean the author. I am the *not evil* author...
But I digress. On to the story! I hope you enjoy it as you did HnYnG and that you forgive me for not getting A Week At Sea updated first. (Not for lack of trying mind you. Seriously, I have TWO versions of chapter 5 sitting in a folder and neither of them make me happy)
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh. And this is the only time I will say so for the next XX chapters to come. Keep this is mind cause, if I owned Yu-Gi-Oh, not only would I be rich, but there would be less card games and more yaoi. Oh the yaoi...4Kids would never have gotten the series...
A light snow dusted the city of Domino on the second day of winter break. It wasn't anything too concerning so life moved on as normal in the busy city. Businesses were open, people went to the park or found something to do inside and away from the chilly December air, and in one part of town, a family was moving into their new home.
With a little help from local friends.
"I wish Atem and Yugi weren't stuck working in the shop today," Malik sighed and he fumbled with two stubborn pieces of metal that were supposed to make up part of the teen's bed frame. He was wearing a light, purple sweater and black cargo pants.
"They promised to come by as soon as they could," Ryou smiled cheerfully, managing to get his half of the frame secured. The pale teen wore a cream colored sweater over a green collared shirt and pale blue jeans. "Yugi's grandfather told them he just had a few errands to run."
"Ah, there we go," the blond smiled, standing up in the middle of the frame and inspecting it's positioning. "Alright, now we just put the mattresses on, right?"
"Hn," the paler teen nodded, carefully stepping over the frame and grabbing the foundation. They quickly finished assembling the bed and began dressing it.
"I really do appreciate you guys helping us move in."
"It's no problem at all," Ryou laughed lightly. "'Kura was only griping because it's too cold outside for his liking."
"It's too cold for us too really, but we'll get used to it. Hey, speaking of Bakura, where did you get him that red trench coat?" Malik asked, flopping on the bed.
"It was a clothing store not far from here," Ryou replied, taking a seat near the blond. "I was going to wait to give it to him for Christmas, but it's been so cold I figured he needed it now. This is a really nice bed!"
"Yeah. Apparently there's something special about the mattress that makes it more comfortable that a normal one. I don't know, though. A bed's a bed." He rolled onto his back and stretched his arms out. "Ra I didn't realize how tired I was."
"Well you guys have through a lot getting moved over here and all. Think of it this way though, after we're done getting everything unloaded and in the house, you can take your time unpacking."
"I don't have a lot to unpack really. Just some clothes and a few-"
The door opened suddenly. "Damn it, Malik, I thought you people lived in poverty," Bakura snarled, two boxes held before him. He wore the aforementioned red trench coat, which was the same color at the robe he had donned in the past, and a black turtleneck and jeans that were tucked into black boots.
"We really don't have a lot," the Egyptian laughed, sitting up. "How much is left on the truck?"
"Eh, not that much," the thief admitted grumpily as he set the boxes down. "But while you two are up here hanging out, Rishid and I are bustin' our asses getting shit moved in."
"'Kura," Ryou called, making grabby hands at his yami. Unable to resist, Bakura sat beside the teen and hugged him "We'll be down to help soon. We just finished setting up Marik's and Malik's beds and built a desk." He motioned to the desk, which sat in the corner of the room.
"We still have to build furniture in Isis' room too," Malik pointed out with a yawn. "I am going to pass out tonight."
"Why do you and the psycho have separate rooms anyway?" Bakura asked, looking down at Malik. "Would've thought you'd be together by now."
"What?" the blond quirked a brow.
"Well, the way he's always hanging on you and stuff made it seem like-"
"Wait wait wait," Malik sat up and turned to face the thief. "Marik's just been clingy since he came back. Remember, during Battle City he wanted to send me off to the Shadow Realm and wanted nothing to do with me. What makes you think that-"
"That he wants you? You answered that yourself," Bakura rolled his eyes, ignoring the slap Ryou gave his arm. ""Since he's been back" he's been all over you, right? Seems to me he does want you."
"'Kura, drop it," Ryou pouted. "Malik lives with Marik. I'm sure that he'd have noticed something like that by now."
"Hey all I'm saying is that the psycho seemed too friendly for it to just be random."
"Maybe he's like that with every-...no...no he was pretty much all about Malik while we were in Atem's memories..."
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"If they couldn't stop him, then noth-GUH" Malik was cut off as two strong arms wrapped around his waist him from behind, pinning the blond's arms to his sides and forcing the air out of his lungs for a moment as his feet were lifted off the ground.
"Hikari! Hi! I missed you!" Marik chimed, nuzzling the teen's back.
"M-Mar-ik Ican't...breathe," Malik managed, struggling to get free.
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"And even when we came back..." Ryou tapped his chin thoughtfully.
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Marik grinned at the pair, fist halted in the air mid-assault. He opened the hand and waved at them. "Hi."
"MARIK!" a panting Rishid grabbed the yami's arm and pulled him back from the door so Malik could stand before the others, huffing as he tried to catch his breath.
"Hi hikari's brother!" Marik chimed, not seeming the least bit winded as he turned his grin to Rishid. "I won!"
"Sorry," Malik breathed, bowing slightly to the irate Bakura and confused Atem. "He wanted to be the first one here...and he's impossible to keep up with..."
"Aw hikari, I'm sorry," the blond yami pouted, grabbing the teen around his waist with his free arm and pulling his back against him.
"No your not," Malik shot back. Marik considered this a moment before grinning again.
"You're right. That was fun!"
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"That's just how he is," Malik insisted.
"Only with you," Bakura pointed out.
"Maybe...well...'Kura could be right, but I don't know. You'd have to ask him how he feels," Ryou suggested.
"Screw that, just go up to him and kiss him," the thief laughed. "Probably the only want to get through that thick head of his."
"I'm not going to kiss him, sheesh," Malik huffed. "I'm not even going to ask him. It's just stu-"
"Hikari! The sink's possessed!"
The three looked toward the door, the thief snickering. "The sink's possessed, huh?"
"Well why not," Malik sighed. "In our apartment he claimed we had a demon stove."
"Hikari!?"
"I'll be right down!" Malik shouted, getting to his feet. "Better go see what's wrong. I'll be right back."
"Oh, take your time," Bakura replied, waving a hand to shoo him off. "Ryou and I will find some way to amuse ourselves." With a grin, the thief suddenly pinned Ryou against the bed, grinning down at him. "We'll break in your new bed for you!"
"Ba-Bakura!" Ryou blushed, trying to get free.
"Hell no you won't! I swear if I come back up here and see you so much as making out-"
"You'd better hurry then, Malik. I don't know how long I can contain myself," Bakura chuckled.
"'Kura, no!" Ryou squirmed. "Off or I'll make you sleep on the couch!"
"Like hell you will."
"Hikaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaariiiiiiiiii!" Marik whined.
"Coming!" Malik shouted, shooting the thief a warning glare and praying he was just joking around as he threw the door open and rushed down to the kitchen. Marik stood over the sink, a hand braced on either side and glaring down at it. He wore his usual black tank top and khaki pants but no jewelry beside his earrings and no cloak at the moment. "What's wrong?"
"Come here," Marik motioned, making room for Malik to look down at the "possessed" sink as well. He flipped a switch on the wall and the garbage disposal turned on, shaking the sink and making an awful grating sound before the disturbed yami turned it off. "Huh...that's not good. What did you put down there?"
"Nothing! I just turned it on and it did...that." He moved to stand behind Malik, grabbing him by his upper arms and glaring at the sink over the teen's shoulder. "The old one didn't do that..."
Malik felt a shudder run down his spine at the warm breath the tickled his neck, the conversation from upstairs playing over in his mind.
""Since he's been back" he's been all over you, right? Seems to me he does want you."
"Hey all I'm saying is that the psycho seemed too friendly for it to just be random."
"Maybe he's like that with every-...no...no he was pretty much all about Malik while we were in Atem's memories..."
"Hikari?" Marik tilted his head, trying to see Malik's face. "What's wrong, hikari?"
'He has been all over me since he's been back...'
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"H-how? How did you come back?" the blond managed to ask. The man peered at the teen for a brief moment before grinning widely and ducking out of Rishid's grip to launch himself at the startled Malik, wrapping him in a tight embrace and leaning back until his victim's feet left the ground for a second.
"Hikari! Hi! Did you miss me?" the wild blond chirped, setting Malik back on the ground but not releasing him from the embrace.
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"Marik's there too?" the blond asked, eyes wide.
"He insisted on coming along," Yami groaned, rubbing his forehead. "He's chained at the moment though. Pretty severely after he tried to kill the Bakura in here for hurting you."
Malik looked away thoughtfully. After a moment he looked back to the yami. "Tell him I said hi back..."
Yami closed his eyes a moment and then opened them again and offered the Egyptian a small smile. "He seems pleased. Well enough that he's stopped whining for the moment at least.
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"But what does this have to do with-" Malik was cut off by a finger pressed to his lips.
"Shhh, it's my turn," the blond yami insisted, turning back to the others.
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"It's over..." Malik smiled, looking at his brother, sister, and yami. "The mission of the tombkeepers is now officially complete." Isis and Rishid smiled, nodding to the blond while Marik opted to bear hug his hikari from behind.
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"I'm here because hikari's here," the yami replied as if it were the only logical answer in the world.
"Hey guys," Malik grinned, coming to stand beside Marik. "Your grandpa told us you were here, Yugi. It's good seeing you all agai- oof, Marik!"
"What?" Marik blinking at his hikari, arms wrapped securely around his shoulders.
"I see the psycho's still attached to you like glue," Bakura smirked. "So what brings you to Domino?"
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'Oh hikari you do care,' Marik's voice purred in his mind, a shiver running down Malik's spine.
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"Hikari?" Marik asked again, tilting his head the other way slightly when Malik turned around to face him.
"Just...thinking, that's all."
"Thinking about what?" the yami pouted a bit, leaning his hands on the counter behind Malik, their faces mere inches apart.
'I...I'm not thinking about this. Damn it, it's because Bakura was saying such stupid things...like telling me to kiss him...I do not want to kiss him...Do I?' "Hey...Marik...close your eyes for a minute...I want to see something."
"See something?" Marik blinked curiously but closed his eyes. "But I can't see what hikari sees with my eyes closed."
"It's ok," Malik breathed, still trying to tell himself that he didn't want to kiss his yami, convinced that he was doing this only to prove a point. "Just...hold still a sec..." 'Just do this and get it over with,' he thought, hands coming up to rest on Marik's cheek as he brought their lips together for just a second.
Such was his intention as his eyes fell closed. He felt Marik stiffed slightly in confusion at the painfully chaste kiss that lingered nine seconds longer that Malik had intended. When he finally pulled back, he opened his eyes to see the yami meeting his gaze, both lost for a moment as to what had just occurred.
"Malik! Marik!" Isis called form the living room. Malik pushed past Marik and rushed for for the door, fighting the red blush that stained his cheeks.
"Coming sis!" he called, looking back to see Marik hadn't moved and was watching him.
"Hikari?"
"Y-yes Marik?" the teen asked, shivering slightly.
Marik smirked. "You'll have to show me that again later, hikari. I wasn't paying attention." Malik shivered again, nodding as he motioned for him to follow.
In the living room Rishid was opening a large package, which immediately drew the blond yami's attention. Marik leapt onto the couch, crouching beside the box excitedly.
"What'd we get?"
"We don't know yet, Marik," Isis chuckled, digging through the packing peanuts and drawing out a statue. "Hmm, these are items for the museum..."
"Here's a letter," Rishid said, drawing a folded piece of paper from the box and opening it. "Ah, they wish you to appraise the items as some are of questionable origin. It seems to be your first assignment."
"So soon?" Isis sighed, finding a tag attached to the statue. "We haven't even unpacked yet."
"You have a week before they expect your reply," Rishid smiled, handing her the letter. "Don't worry about this today, Isis."
"At least they- Marik, put that down," she reached over to grab the item Marik had dug out of the box but the yami rose to his feet, holding it out of her reach as he examined it.
"It's a sword," he announced needlessly and he examined the wooden blade. It was a single piece of wood that was painted or stained solid ebony with a simple, round hilt made of bronze. Black leather crisscrossed down the handle, the ebony surface of the wood peeking through in diamonds. In the center of the blade on both sides was a carving of a phoenix in flight.(1)
"It looks kind of like a katana," Malik pointed out, watching as Marik traced his fingers over the phoenix. "Is there a tag on it, Marik?"
The yami turned the items over and shook his head. "Nope. But it looks new." He relented to Isis' demanding glare and handed the blade over, still standing on the couch. "Can I have it hikari's sister?"
"Marik, the museum sent it for us to evaluate," she huffed, looking over the sword carefully and frowning. "Strange though...it does look more like something you'd find in the souvenir shop... "
"Perhaps they sent it in error or as a joke?" Rishid suggested, pulling out the packing slip. "They don't mention a sword on here."
"I'll go over tomorrow and ask," she sighed, looking up at Marik. "I'll let you hold it until then if you promise not to swing it around the house."
Marik grinned, taking the sword back and hopping over the back of the couch, giving it a quick swing. "I won't," he chirped. "I'm going to put it up in my room!"
"It'll be fine," Malik reassured his sister. "You know how he is with stuff like that. He's just as happy to sit and stare at it all day."
"He'd better not," Bakura growled as he and Ryou came down the stairs. "There's still a lot of shit to do around here."
"That reminds me, Rishid. The garbage disposal's screwed up," Malik pointed out.
"Let's go set up Isis' room, Malik!" Ryou grinned, grabbing the blond by the arm and dragging him off the couch.
"I'll help!" Yugi called. "Sorry, the door was open!"
"That's fine! Come on up stairs," Malik called.
"Good, Pharaoh can come out with me and get the rest of the furniture in," Bakura snickered.
"So much to do..." Isis lamented, closing the box and looking around the living room at the small stack of boxes in the corner. "Where to start...Marik! Would you come down here?"
"Hey Yugi," Malik began as the three hikari's dodged Marik's flight back down the stairs. "Where did you say everyone else was?"
"I can't wait until we get to New York," Anzu groaned, stretching as best she could. "This is our last transfer, right Otogi?"
"Yeah," the dice master replied, looking just as exhausted as his companions. Behind them in line stood Honda and Shizuka, the latter looking as though she might fall asleep before they managed to board. "Then we can go to the hotel and get some decent sleep."
"Are you alright Shizuka?" Honda asked politely. She nodded sleepily back to him.
"I can't wait to see my brother," she smiled up at the brunette. "He'll be so surprised to see me!"
"Yeah," Honda nodded. "We're lucky Otogi was able to get us into the convention Jounouchi and Kaiba are appearing at."
"No sweat," Otogi grinned back at them. "I was invited anyway so it wasn't hard to just tack on a couple of employees," he winked. "Besides, anything to help a pretty lady out."
"I wish you paid me half the attention you paid Shizuka," Anzu sighed over-dramatically, laughing when the dice master grabbed her elbow by means of apology. "It's fine, Otogi. I know you're a hopeless flirt."
"Guilty," he admitted, giving his ebony hair a toss. "But hey, I did get you an interview at that college you had your eyes on. Give me some credit."
"Did I say thank you yet?" she grinned sheepishly, handing her ticket to the stewardess. (2)
"Only about nine thousand and one times," Honda snickered.
"That means it's-"
"Over nine thousand!" both boys chorused, earning eye rolls from their companions as they boarded.
"They're hopeless, huh Anzu?" Shizuka giggled.
"Yeah, but I guess we're stuck with them. Here are our seats." Anzu froze suddenly, looking around nervously.
"What's wrong?" Otogi asked, nudging her toward their seats so they were out of the aisle.
"I...it's nothing I guess, I just felt like someone was watching us," she admitted, sitting down and putting a hand over her heart. 'What's this bad feeling I have all of a sudden...'
"Well you know they're watching us, hun," Otogi chuckled, kissing her cheek. "Try to relax. Just another two hours or so and we'll be in New York. And tomorrow morning we have that college tour and then we go to the convention to harass Jou and Kaiba."
"I know," she smiled, leaning back in her seat and closing her eyes. 'But still..'
Three rows back a business man in a black suit adjusted his tie, emerald eyes focused in the direction of the four teens. He drummed his fingers lightly on his black, bullet proof briefcase that sat on his lap, a smile playing on his lips.
"Here, Malik," Isis said, handing her brother a pair of cell phones. "They're all set up and charged. Just let me know which on you give Marik.."
"You're going to trust him with a phone?" Malik chuckled, looking down at the phones: one silver with black accents while the other was black with silver. 'Yin and yang. Light and dark. Hikari and yami...I think too much,' he chastised himself mentally.
"Well, he has been doing better around technology lately," Isis admitted. "He can even be in the kitchen by himself without us worrying about something bursting into flames. Just make sure you show him how it works. I had Rishid program the speed dial for our phones. One is my phone, two is Rishid's, and three is for the other phone," she gestured to the phones she'd handed him.
"Alright sis, I'll handle it. Good night!" He headed upstairs, looking between the two phones. 'It seems like I should just give him the black phone and keep the other one.' He shrugged, opening the door to his room and setting the phone on his dresser before turning to look at the curtain of beads that hung across the hall. They were mostly yellow with black beads arranged to make and eye of Horus. Drawing a breath, he moved to them, parting them carefully with one hand and peering into the dimly lit room.
Standing shirtless at the foot of his bed, Marik was swinging the wooden sword carefully, seeming comfortable with the motion. Malik stepped into the room and cleared his throat to get his yami's attention.
"Hi hikari," Marik replied, propping the sword against the wall gently before turning to face his hikari. "What is it?"
"Isis got us cell phone," Malik said, holding the object out. Marik stepped closer, taking the item and letting his fingers run carelessly over the teen's palm. He flipped the device open and turned it over quizzically in his hands. "I can show you how it works."
With a quiet snap, Marik closed the phone and lightly tossed it onto the bed, lavender eyes meeting lilac. "Can you show me that other thing again first?"
"O-other thing?" Malik blinked, a bit startled when Marik grabbed his shoulders and closed his eyes. "Oh...you...want another kiss?" The yami nodded and the teen chuckled, shyly leaning forward to press their lips together. When he pulled back, he gasped as Marik followed him and returned the gesture, lavender eyes opening to study Malik's face as he did so.
"I like kissing hikari," he whispered, making the teen's face burn. "It's nice..." he closed his eyes kissed him again, which Malik found himself enjoying as well. Without thinking, his lips parted slightly and the yami pulled back, confused for a moment.
"What?"
"You opened your mouth...why?" Marik rubbed his nose slightly against Malik's, making the teen chuckle as he wrapped his arms around the yami's neck.
"Let me show you." This time Marik didn't protest, his hands moving to caress his hikari's sides. When they parted for air, Malik smiled, closing his eyes and pressing their foreheads together.
/"I like kissing my light"/ Marik whispered in Arabic(3), seeming too drunk from said kisses speak in Japanese.
/"I like kissing my dark,"/ Malik smiled. 'This feels so...right...' he thought, stealing another kiss. He gasped softly as he felt warm hands moving under his sweater to caress bare skin, leaning closer to the other blond. "Can...can we go to my room?"
"Why?" Marik asked, blinking out of his momentary stupor.
Malik kissed him again. "I want to see something..."
AN: *fans self* Well then, let's leave the rest to your imagination, shall we? After all, this is rated T.
So to review, we have the Ishtars moved into Domino, the yamis and hikaris in Japan, everyone else off to or already in New York, a cool sword, and some...*cough* Well, I told you there would be bronzeshipping.
Before you judge that last scene, wait until the next chapter. :3
Of course, if you've read Hikari no Yami no Game all the way to the end, you might know what happens next.
(1)I have this sword. Bought it at an anime convention for $10. Except mine has a dragon on it and the handle is wrapped in like nylon not leather. But it's cool and it gave me the idea for this sequel. All hail the sword of awesome!!
(2) I have never ever in my life ridden a play. I have no idea who you give your ticket to. Bare with me!
(3)Arabic is the correct language unless I'm completely stupid. Basically Malik kisses stupefied poor Marik for a minute there. Because, like everyone else in the world, they speak Japanese normally. Yeah..And card games are the law of the world. It's a show about children's trading cards. What do you want from me? XD Enjoy it!
(4) Once again, I do know how to count! I swear! Anyway, this translates to "Destiny of Light and Shadow". Well...actually, Enishi can mean many things according to the dictionary I found online.
enishi - (1) fate; destiny (esp. as a mysterious force that binds two people together); (2) relationship (e.g. between two people); bond; link; connection; (3) family ties; affinity
I thought it fit. Not to mention that it's now grammatically correct. I liked it and it made sense for the sequel to have a similar title.
See you in the next chapter!
AN-PS: I was proof reading the last part my my music player conspired against me! It started playing "Come What May" from Moulin Rouge. ("Never knew I could feel like this...Like I've never seen the sky before...Want to vanish inside your kiss...Everyday I love you more and more") Gah...it fits well enough...*dies*