Bloody Tears & Roses
A Yu-Gi-Oh! fanfiction
Written by Bexi
Disclaimer - I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or any of its characters. Any unfamiliar characters belong to me.
Author's Notes – Okay, guys, first thing to make clear is that this was actually a challenge from somebody I knew. I put some consideration into it and this was just a strange thing that that came into my head ... it is Bakura (yami) x Malik (hikari) (the challenge) but it's not exactly yaoi. You see, I adore both characters and personally think they are strikingly similar in the department of friends. Bakura is an insane spirit who craves power and Malik is ... near on the same - though not as bad, in my opinion. I find it hard to believe that Yugi, well, maybe not Yugi, but more the others, have forgiven Malik for the Battle City incident. It was rather ... bad. But I think that because they are both loners who enjoy each other's company ... though neither would willingly admit it because they are too proud. But, as I was saying ... if you read the summary you'll get the gist of what happens.
Summary - After Bakura reads an ancient spell wrongly, Malik wakes up the next morning feeling unlike himself ... in fact he isn't himself - he's a girl! What happens when Malik feels he/she can only trust Bakura and his hikari with this secret? And how long will it remain that way? Bakura x Malik.
Just your average male turns into a female overnight. Physically impossible - yes! Hilarious to write - certainly! I think I'm just doing this to get a cheep thrill out of doing something I've never done before.
On another matter, names...
Malik is the hikari
Bakura is the yami
Marik isn't in the fic ... at least I don't think he will be.
I'll be using dub names (Joey, Téa, Tristan) except for Ryou, Isis and Rashid. Just because I'm so use to those others from writing my other fics. I haven't actually seen the ending of Battle City, but doesn't Malik, Isis and Rashid go back to Egypt? Well, they've come back.
Prologue
Malik sighed as he lazily blew a lock of ash-blond hair, which had been constantly falling into his amethyst eyes all day. He was lying on a wooden bench with his hands under his head, watching almost uninterested as his friend - or partner being the term most frequently used - rummaged through several books. Bakura had mentioned something about an ancient spell, which he could use to get a hold of all the Sennen Items.
Malik wasn't sure what this spell was, as Bakura was vague on the details, but promised ('whether Bakura has actually kept one still remains a mystery,' Malik thought) to explain fully once he found what he was searching for. Both were certain that the book they sought would not be found in a normal library and after hearing the platinum-haired thief's description Malik was positive that he had seen a book by that same description in his sister's museum.
And that was where they both were now.
It was a year from that day that Isis decided that a move back to Domino would be necessary, as she had collected many artefacts that could be used in her museum. She had been informed that there had been an increasing demand for the museum to be re-opened and she was asked if she would return and become the curator. She had discussed this change with both Malik and Rashid. Rashid had backed up whatever wishes Isis wanted, but Malik had been rather reluctant to return, saying that it would be uncomfortable returning to the place he had caused most destruction to. Isis had to sympathise with her younger brother but he couldn't constantly live in the past and she told him so. With both Rashid and Isis adamant on returning, Malik had no further say in the matter, both siblings feeling it would benefit Malik the most - a fresh start. Isis had enrolled him in Domino High School, saying that Malik needed an education. Malik immediately argued, he had accomplished so much without an education so far (whether attempting to take the pharaoh's power was an accomplishment, Malik was uncertain). He knew all his basic stuff and just because he did not have a piece of paper with a grade on it did not mean he was stupid.
Naturally, Malik hated every moment of it and looked forward to 3 o'clock everyday. He had never been one of those gifted people with the remarkable ability to befriend most living beings. He wasn't Yugi Mouto and he would never be anything like Yugi either. No, unlike Yugi, Malik found it difficult to place his trust in people. People had to earn his trust because it was an attribute that could easily be broken within time. So Malik believed that for one to earn his trust was similar to that of a job - the initial call or letter requesting the job, which may later lead to the succession of gaining a formal interview. Being under the scrutiny of the interviewer - Malik - the candidate would then be chosen. However, the candidate could have easily lied and the person seen in the interview could have been a completely different person altogether. Making reference back to how Malik, himself, had easily fooled Yugi into believing he was their friend, under the guise of 'Namu'. That showed how gullible the heart could be.
"And people preach about how they have been deceived and how traitorous you are," Malik had mused. "They should take a look at the reason being WHY they feel this way ... take a look into the real reason as to why they are so easily hurt. I am not spiteful or cruel, nor am I vindictive and malicious for toying they their feelings - no, I am careful! Careful and smart enough to realise how the real world actually works - after being hidden from it for so long..."
He believed this, knowing that deceitfulness was just a trait of mankind and people could not run from it forever. So, instead, he turned and faced it head on, making his own choices and decisions about just how his life would be and how this would lead towards the future. Unfortunately, attending school was to be a part of Malik's future, despite how much he detested it. He gritted his teeth and held his tongue whenever Yugi approached him. It wasn't that Malik didn't like Yugi, on the contrary, he found the little tri-coloured-haired boy to be nothing but pleasant. That was the problem though. Malik plainly refused to believe that Yugi and his friends had 'forgiven' him for the whole Battle City incident, even though they had said they had. Nevertheless, Malik refused to get worked up because, quite frankly, he didn't care. He didn't care what they thought of him or what his other classmates' thoughts on him where. This rule also applied outside of school too, which was the main reason why he didn't turn a blind eye to the fact that people sniggered and stared because of his appearance.
He had lost track long ago of all the times Isis had pestered him about making friends. The Tomb-Keeper just snorted and continued about his own business as she wittered on about him needing more than one friend, which would undoubtedly lead on to a further one-sided conversation about why he still remained friends with that, what had Isis said? "I really don't see the reason why you insist on remaining 'friends' with that bloody obnoxious Tomb-Robber. He's without doubt a bad influence on you, Malik, why can't you make friends with Yugi?"
Malik just blanked out whenever his sister began ranting about friendship. Sometimes he wondered why he puts up with her. It wasn't that he didn't love his sister, he just found her slightly annoying at times. Why couldn't she be more like Rashid and just accept the fact that he was friends with Bakura and not Yugi? Though, just because he had accepted it didn't mean that his adopted brother had to like the fact.
To say that Bakura was like himself would be an understatement, though completely true.
Malik turned his head to the platinum-haired male, who was still skimming though different texts, his fine brows knitted together in a mixture of concentration and frustration. The corners of Malik's lips curled as Bakura muttered Egyptian curses under his breath. One thing you could guarantee was that Bakura was original with his choice of words.
"Find what you're looking for?" the tanned teenager grinned.
Bakura turned his head slowly, his dark crimson eyes piercing Malik with such intensity. The slightest tinge of ire was noticeable with the Tomb-Robber's pale complexion - also know as albinism. With his pale skin, pale hair and red-tinted eyes, Bakura was the complete contrast to Malik, who was tanned (though not as tanned as most Egyptians due to the lack of contact Malik had with the sun in his early years) with light eyes and equally light hair.
Bakura had always thought that Malik's appearance and complexion was very exotic, due to the fact that most Egyptians were known to be dark-skinned with dark hair.
"What do you think?" Bakura sneered gruffly, a light accent present in his voice.
"Touchy," Malik replied, lightly.
Bakura ignored Malik and turned his attention to the book in his hands. This was the book he sought, that he was certain of. The book itself was of normal size with a black and red cover, Egyptian hieroglyphics inscribed in gold. Never would he have been grateful to Isis. 'Maybe the wicked wench has a purpose in life after all,' he sniggered to himself. He thumbed through the pages until they found what he was searching for. It was a simple spell, which would give him the perfect opportunity to steal all the Sennen Items.
Malik tilted his head and watched the other in an almost child-like manner, curiosity taking a complete hold of him. Bakura's triumphant smile was enough for Malik to pluck up the courage to disturb the Tomb-Robber's moment of glory. Slowly, Malik stood up and walked to where Bakura stood, back towards him. Curiously, the tanned teenager slowly began looking over the platinum-haired spirit's shoulder, looking at the familiar Egyptian hieroglyphics.
Bakura took note of this and spun on the spot, purposely lifting the book so it would make direct contact with Malik's face.
"What was that for, asshole!?" Malik spat suddenly, carefully rubbing the area that was caught on the corner of the book. It wasn't anything more than a stinging pain that would fade away in a matter of minutes - but still! He removed his hand, knowing that it was a scratch, which would eventually swell slightly.
"That's what you get for being a nosy bastard," he sniggered, refusing to apologise - not that Malik really expected one either. He observed Malik for a moment and smiled. "This is my key to getting all the Sennen Items."
Malik blinked and waited but almost regretted doing so when Bakura added, "I just need to try it out on somebody - i.e. you..."
The Egyptian's amethyst eyes widened in shock realisation but Bakura had already begun reading the incantation aloud. The only thing that was left was to wait for the spell to take its desired effects.
Malik looked down at his hands - he didn't feel any different. What had Bakura actually done?
"It hasn't worked ... you're still conscious..." he muttered grimly, the smile returning the accustomed scowl that was Bakura.
His crimson eyes stole a hardened glance at the book in hand; scanning over every small detail that caused the spell to fail. What he found was almost enough to make him laugh aloud, but he reframed from doing so. A smudge of dirt on the page had been the cause. He wiped it and stared at the rightful spell.
"What do you mean?" Malik demanded, still curious as to what Bakura had originally planned. The other had mentioned that he was still conscious, so did that mean that this was the great Tomb-Robber's plan? Use this spell on the pharaoh and steal the puzzle?
As if sensing the scrutiny, Bakura looked up and smirked darkly. "There was a mark on the page, which inadvertently caused me to read the wrong spell. Be thankful - you could have sprouted feline ears, paws and a tail, too."
"That's just as well then," he muttered darkly, narrowing his eyes at Bakura, who was in the least bit intimidated by this action. "Grateful? Yeah right..."
Malik continued to mumble under his breath, too frustrated to actually wonder behind the consequences of the wrong spell being cast upon him. Walking lazily towards the bench, Malik stopped when a wave of dizziness overcame him. Reaching out for anything that would balance him, Malik groaned as he found nothing. He squeezed his eyes shut in a small hope that the room would stop spinning, but it did nothing to stop himself stumbling forward as darkness engulfed him.
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Bakura sighed, considering speaking the words to make sure they were correct, but thought against this and decided he was satisfied enough with the spell being correct now. He closed the book and turned his attention back to Malik, wondering whether the Egyptian was still sulking. Malik never once ceased to amuse him. Just how he managed to go from being a cunning and devious bastard to a close imitation of a woman on PMS was a mystery to Bakura, but it was incredibly amusing to watch.
However, Bakura didn't see a brooding Malik, but the Egyptian stumbling forward. He could see clearly that if Malik fell his head would impact with the bench. The thief automatically dropped the book and jumped forward to catch Malik before he fell.
Bemused, Bakura looked at the still Tomb-Keeper in his arms, seeing he was clearly unconscious. "But the spell didn't work..." he mused.
To be continued...