Summary: "It's not supposed to be like this. Love isn't supposed to hurt."
Marik paid no attention to those words, figuring that they were meant for
Bakura. Oh how wrong he was... Marik*Ryou
I know I said that I wouldn't be able to get anything up for a while, but we have a four day weekend.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to YGO nor do I claim to.
Bakura = Ryou
Yami Bakura = Bakura
This story contains Yaoi, don't like then don't read!
-Blah- Emphasized words
"Blah" Speaking
'Blah' Thoughts
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**** Flashback or Dream
//Bakura to Ryou//
/Ryou to Bakura/
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Touch of a Feather
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"Damnit, Bakura!" A punch to the wall followed the cry, and the plaster cracked. A slamming door followed this, and silence reigned afterwards.
Ryou sighed heavily and removed his fist from the wall. Small trickles of blood dripped from his knuckles, but he paid it no mind. He idly looked at his blood stained hand, and watched, in a daze, as the red drops fell to the floor. He continued to watch until the pain faintly registered in his mind. He made his way up to the bathroom, and began to bandage his hand.
About twenty minutes later, his doorbell rang. Ryou groaned; he hated having visitors right after he fought with Bakura, he always ended up blowing up on the person at the door. Last time, Yami got a faceful of insults along with a door in the face. He forgave Ryou, but Ryou insisted that his behavior was uncalled for. Ryou made his way to the door, gently cradling his injured hand that he was still trying to bandage.
Ryou opened the door to a small surprise. Marik stood on his doorway, concern flashing in his eyes. Concern was not an emotion commonly seen upon the yami's face.
"Bakura arrived on our doorstep about 15 minutes ago. Said something about you two fighting again. I was sent to see if you were all right." Marik followed Ryou inside and looked pointedly at the halfway wrapped hand that was bleeding still.
Ryou looked down at his hand as well and sighed. "I'm fine. Why didn't you call, instead?"
Marik looked around for Ryou's phone and spotted it against the wall, smashed to pieces. "The line was dead. Bakura said you threw it at his head."
Ryou flushed. "I suppose I did."
Marik looked back at Ryou and grinned. "Did you hit him with it?"
Ryou's flush deepened. "No, but I did manage to hit him with the remote."
Marik smirked. "I don't think it hurt him very much."
Ryou shook his head. "Not a bit. Now, if you would excuse me, I have to finish wrapping this." He lifted his hand. He turned around to go back into the bathroom, but was stopped when Marik gently took his wrist.
"I'll do it. It doesn't look like your having much luck." Marik smirked and pointed to the messy half wrap.
Ryou sighed, and followed Marik to the couch where the yami finished the wrap that he had started over 20 minutes ago. When he was finished, Ryou examined the white bandages with a small smirk. "Where on earth did you learn to do that?"
Marik cast his eyes downward for a moment. "It's called, I spent a lot of time in the Shadow Realm, and the many creatures there aren't friendly. Malik attended to me when I escaped, and I paid attention." He lifted his eyes and smirked at Ryou. "Little twerp is good for something, after all."
Ryou smiled softly and stood, following Marik to the door. Ryou shut the door behind Marik, and went over to gather the remaining pieces of the phone. As Ryou dropped to his knees, tears began to well up behind his eye lids and started to fall. As he picked up the third large piece that used to be a phone with a small sob, a knock resounded off of his front door. Ryou tried to wipe the tears from his eyes as he stood, but his tries were in vain.
Ryou stared at the ground as he opened the door, and looked away as Marik stepped in. "Did you see where I set my keys?"
Ryou tried to hide his face as he shook his head, but the light glinted off of the tears and brought them to Marik's attention quickly. Marik lifted Ryou's chin with a gentle touch of his finger, something that Ryou would've thought impossible. Lavender eyes searched Ryou's, and as Ryou stared back, he felt his tears double. Those lavender eyes held many of the same things that Bakura's did, but they held one that his didn't: care. Bakura had always looked after Ryou because of their link; if one died the other followed. He never cared...
Before Marik or Ryou knew what had happened, Ryou had attached himself to Marik's torso, and was sobbing into his chest. Marik raised an eyebrow and awkwardly placed his arms around Ryou's shoulders. Malik had never cried before him, and he had no idea about how one should comfort another. A few moments later, Ryou slowly pulled back, tears still flooding his face, but the sobs had died down.
Ryou started babbling his apologies to Marik. "Oh...I'm so sorry...I...It's...I'm....I was upset...mmph..."
Marik had silenced Ryou the only way he knew how; he kissed Ryou gently. Ryou slowly responded, and as the tears dried, he wrapped his arms around Marik's neck. When they parted, Marik brought Ryou closer to his body.
Marik ran his fingers through Ryou's hair, and kissed his forehead. "Bakura doesn't understand that you are a fragile person. He doesn't treasure fragility as I do."
Ryou groaned and buried his head deeper into Marik's shirt. "Bakura...I want to forget it all...Forget that he was ever here...forget that I've been hurt."
Marik swept his lips over Ryou's ear and whispered, "I'll help you forget," before he picked Ryou up and carried him upstairs.
Ryou completely forgot Bakura, forgot that he left the door open, and forgot that he was giving his innocence away to a man that was considered ice cold. But Marik wasn't cold, Marik was his light and warmth on that depressing evening...
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Ryou felt pleasantly warm and heavy as he woke up the next morning. He was wrapped up in a bundle of blankets, sheets and Marik's limbs. Memories of the night before returned with a dull throb of his injured hand, and Ryou groaned as he buried his face into Marik's bare chest. Bakura was going to kill him when he found out about their little 'fling'; Bakura had told him many times not to get 'involved' with either of the Ishtars. He, Bakura, had gotten involved with Marik, and the relationship ended with a bitter war over dominance. Bakura still conversed with Malik, but advised Ryou to stay away from both, as he said that they were dangerous.
Ryou looked up into the sleeping face of Marik and sighed. Marik had been gentle with him, and he had cared about him. How could something so beautifully sensitive be dangerous? Ryou rested his cheek onto Marik's chest and stared at the wall, slowly coming to a realization. He glanced back up at Marik and stared. He had fallen in love with the dangerous being beneath him, and he knew that it was forbidden. Bakura would get angry over it; Malik would be extremely upset, and he didn't know how Yugi and the others would take it. Yami would surely try to persuade him that it was just a one night thing, and Ryou was certain that it wasn't.
Ryou pushed himself up and off of Marik before slowly making his way over to his dresser. He retrieved some clothing before making the short walk into the bathroom. Shutting the door, Ryou didn't even bother to think about locking it. He never had, and why would he start that habit now? The only ones in the house were he and Marik...Ryou obviously wasn't aware of his other half approaching their house at that very moment...
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Bakura growled angrily as he walked to his home. Ryou hadn't called Malik the night before, and Marik hadn't returned home. Figuring that Marik had went out to party after he checked on Ryou, he definitely wasn't prepared for the half covered, naked form of Marik in his hikari's bed. He glared at the sleeping Marik before turning his head to glare at Ryou's bathroom door, just outside the bedroom door.
Bakura stepped over to the bathroom door and violently jerked the door open; he knew that Ryou never locked it. He stormed over to the shut curtain and jerked that open as well.
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Ryou hadn't been ready for the violent and sudden opening of his bathroom door and curtain, and therefore yelped as Bakura pushed his shoulders against the wall. Bakura was fuming and shook Ryou's shoulders as he asked through gritted teeth,
"What the hell happened between you two last night!?"
Ryou looked up at him through wet bangs and glared. "What do you think happened?"
Bakura shook Ryou's shoulders once more. "Don't play those games with me Ryou! I'm not the snake, and you definitely aren't the snake charmer!"
Ryou tried to push against Bakura, but the now cold water was distracting him, and Bakura had a painful grip on his shoulders. "Damnit Bakura! Your hurting me! Let go!"
Bakura shook his soaked hair out of his face and pushed harder. "Not until you tell me what the fuck you did with him!"
He was about to push Ryou harder, but he was grabbed from behind and pulled harshly away from Ryou. Marik stood above Bakura, who now lie on the floor, glaring.
"What he and I did, Bakura, is non of your concern. The boy is of legal age to take care of himself, and I highly doubt he needs your opinion." Marik's lavender eyes flashed as he adjusted the covers of Ryou's bed that were snugly against his waist.
Ryou slid down the wall, water still pouring down, and wrapped his hands onto his shoulders. Bruises were already forming, adding to the red marks that were bites along his chest. Bakura stood from his place on the floor and glared down at Ryou, who had brought his knees up to his chest in a protective manner.
"Whore." Bakura spat the word out, and before he knew it, he was on the floor, yet again, sporting a bloody nose and broken lip.
Marik stood with his fist still raised, and was nearly shaking with rage. "You, Bakura, have absolutely no grounds to call him that. I have no authority in this household, otherwise, you'd be thrown out already. Get out of my sight before I really hurt you."
Bakura pushed himself up again once more, but didn't leave immediately. He glared once more before stomping down the hall and, a few seconds later, slammed the door.
Marik shut the water off and bent down to touch Ryou's face. Ryou lifted his head and looked at Marik through tear stained eyes.
"It's not supposed to be like this. Love shouldn't hurt this bad..." Ryou's quiet words faded into the still silence that had placed itself upon them. Marik paid no attention to Ryou's words, figuring that they were meant for Bakura.
Oh how wrong he was...
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This was supposed to be a one shot, but I felt as though I could make it a two parter. Part two should be up within the next week, depending on how much I have to do for school.
Please review and don't flame.
I know I said that I wouldn't be able to get anything up for a while, but we have a four day weekend.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to YGO nor do I claim to.
Bakura = Ryou
Yami Bakura = Bakura
This story contains Yaoi, don't like then don't read!
-Blah- Emphasized words
"Blah" Speaking
'Blah' Thoughts
*~*~~*~* Scene Change
**** Flashback or Dream
//Bakura to Ryou//
/Ryou to Bakura/
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Touch of a Feather
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"Damnit, Bakura!" A punch to the wall followed the cry, and the plaster cracked. A slamming door followed this, and silence reigned afterwards.
Ryou sighed heavily and removed his fist from the wall. Small trickles of blood dripped from his knuckles, but he paid it no mind. He idly looked at his blood stained hand, and watched, in a daze, as the red drops fell to the floor. He continued to watch until the pain faintly registered in his mind. He made his way up to the bathroom, and began to bandage his hand.
About twenty minutes later, his doorbell rang. Ryou groaned; he hated having visitors right after he fought with Bakura, he always ended up blowing up on the person at the door. Last time, Yami got a faceful of insults along with a door in the face. He forgave Ryou, but Ryou insisted that his behavior was uncalled for. Ryou made his way to the door, gently cradling his injured hand that he was still trying to bandage.
Ryou opened the door to a small surprise. Marik stood on his doorway, concern flashing in his eyes. Concern was not an emotion commonly seen upon the yami's face.
"Bakura arrived on our doorstep about 15 minutes ago. Said something about you two fighting again. I was sent to see if you were all right." Marik followed Ryou inside and looked pointedly at the halfway wrapped hand that was bleeding still.
Ryou looked down at his hand as well and sighed. "I'm fine. Why didn't you call, instead?"
Marik looked around for Ryou's phone and spotted it against the wall, smashed to pieces. "The line was dead. Bakura said you threw it at his head."
Ryou flushed. "I suppose I did."
Marik looked back at Ryou and grinned. "Did you hit him with it?"
Ryou's flush deepened. "No, but I did manage to hit him with the remote."
Marik smirked. "I don't think it hurt him very much."
Ryou shook his head. "Not a bit. Now, if you would excuse me, I have to finish wrapping this." He lifted his hand. He turned around to go back into the bathroom, but was stopped when Marik gently took his wrist.
"I'll do it. It doesn't look like your having much luck." Marik smirked and pointed to the messy half wrap.
Ryou sighed, and followed Marik to the couch where the yami finished the wrap that he had started over 20 minutes ago. When he was finished, Ryou examined the white bandages with a small smirk. "Where on earth did you learn to do that?"
Marik cast his eyes downward for a moment. "It's called, I spent a lot of time in the Shadow Realm, and the many creatures there aren't friendly. Malik attended to me when I escaped, and I paid attention." He lifted his eyes and smirked at Ryou. "Little twerp is good for something, after all."
Ryou smiled softly and stood, following Marik to the door. Ryou shut the door behind Marik, and went over to gather the remaining pieces of the phone. As Ryou dropped to his knees, tears began to well up behind his eye lids and started to fall. As he picked up the third large piece that used to be a phone with a small sob, a knock resounded off of his front door. Ryou tried to wipe the tears from his eyes as he stood, but his tries were in vain.
Ryou stared at the ground as he opened the door, and looked away as Marik stepped in. "Did you see where I set my keys?"
Ryou tried to hide his face as he shook his head, but the light glinted off of the tears and brought them to Marik's attention quickly. Marik lifted Ryou's chin with a gentle touch of his finger, something that Ryou would've thought impossible. Lavender eyes searched Ryou's, and as Ryou stared back, he felt his tears double. Those lavender eyes held many of the same things that Bakura's did, but they held one that his didn't: care. Bakura had always looked after Ryou because of their link; if one died the other followed. He never cared...
Before Marik or Ryou knew what had happened, Ryou had attached himself to Marik's torso, and was sobbing into his chest. Marik raised an eyebrow and awkwardly placed his arms around Ryou's shoulders. Malik had never cried before him, and he had no idea about how one should comfort another. A few moments later, Ryou slowly pulled back, tears still flooding his face, but the sobs had died down.
Ryou started babbling his apologies to Marik. "Oh...I'm so sorry...I...It's...I'm....I was upset...mmph..."
Marik had silenced Ryou the only way he knew how; he kissed Ryou gently. Ryou slowly responded, and as the tears dried, he wrapped his arms around Marik's neck. When they parted, Marik brought Ryou closer to his body.
Marik ran his fingers through Ryou's hair, and kissed his forehead. "Bakura doesn't understand that you are a fragile person. He doesn't treasure fragility as I do."
Ryou groaned and buried his head deeper into Marik's shirt. "Bakura...I want to forget it all...Forget that he was ever here...forget that I've been hurt."
Marik swept his lips over Ryou's ear and whispered, "I'll help you forget," before he picked Ryou up and carried him upstairs.
Ryou completely forgot Bakura, forgot that he left the door open, and forgot that he was giving his innocence away to a man that was considered ice cold. But Marik wasn't cold, Marik was his light and warmth on that depressing evening...
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Ryou felt pleasantly warm and heavy as he woke up the next morning. He was wrapped up in a bundle of blankets, sheets and Marik's limbs. Memories of the night before returned with a dull throb of his injured hand, and Ryou groaned as he buried his face into Marik's bare chest. Bakura was going to kill him when he found out about their little 'fling'; Bakura had told him many times not to get 'involved' with either of the Ishtars. He, Bakura, had gotten involved with Marik, and the relationship ended with a bitter war over dominance. Bakura still conversed with Malik, but advised Ryou to stay away from both, as he said that they were dangerous.
Ryou looked up into the sleeping face of Marik and sighed. Marik had been gentle with him, and he had cared about him. How could something so beautifully sensitive be dangerous? Ryou rested his cheek onto Marik's chest and stared at the wall, slowly coming to a realization. He glanced back up at Marik and stared. He had fallen in love with the dangerous being beneath him, and he knew that it was forbidden. Bakura would get angry over it; Malik would be extremely upset, and he didn't know how Yugi and the others would take it. Yami would surely try to persuade him that it was just a one night thing, and Ryou was certain that it wasn't.
Ryou pushed himself up and off of Marik before slowly making his way over to his dresser. He retrieved some clothing before making the short walk into the bathroom. Shutting the door, Ryou didn't even bother to think about locking it. He never had, and why would he start that habit now? The only ones in the house were he and Marik...Ryou obviously wasn't aware of his other half approaching their house at that very moment...
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Bakura growled angrily as he walked to his home. Ryou hadn't called Malik the night before, and Marik hadn't returned home. Figuring that Marik had went out to party after he checked on Ryou, he definitely wasn't prepared for the half covered, naked form of Marik in his hikari's bed. He glared at the sleeping Marik before turning his head to glare at Ryou's bathroom door, just outside the bedroom door.
Bakura stepped over to the bathroom door and violently jerked the door open; he knew that Ryou never locked it. He stormed over to the shut curtain and jerked that open as well.
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Ryou hadn't been ready for the violent and sudden opening of his bathroom door and curtain, and therefore yelped as Bakura pushed his shoulders against the wall. Bakura was fuming and shook Ryou's shoulders as he asked through gritted teeth,
"What the hell happened between you two last night!?"
Ryou looked up at him through wet bangs and glared. "What do you think happened?"
Bakura shook Ryou's shoulders once more. "Don't play those games with me Ryou! I'm not the snake, and you definitely aren't the snake charmer!"
Ryou tried to push against Bakura, but the now cold water was distracting him, and Bakura had a painful grip on his shoulders. "Damnit Bakura! Your hurting me! Let go!"
Bakura shook his soaked hair out of his face and pushed harder. "Not until you tell me what the fuck you did with him!"
He was about to push Ryou harder, but he was grabbed from behind and pulled harshly away from Ryou. Marik stood above Bakura, who now lie on the floor, glaring.
"What he and I did, Bakura, is non of your concern. The boy is of legal age to take care of himself, and I highly doubt he needs your opinion." Marik's lavender eyes flashed as he adjusted the covers of Ryou's bed that were snugly against his waist.
Ryou slid down the wall, water still pouring down, and wrapped his hands onto his shoulders. Bruises were already forming, adding to the red marks that were bites along his chest. Bakura stood from his place on the floor and glared down at Ryou, who had brought his knees up to his chest in a protective manner.
"Whore." Bakura spat the word out, and before he knew it, he was on the floor, yet again, sporting a bloody nose and broken lip.
Marik stood with his fist still raised, and was nearly shaking with rage. "You, Bakura, have absolutely no grounds to call him that. I have no authority in this household, otherwise, you'd be thrown out already. Get out of my sight before I really hurt you."
Bakura pushed himself up again once more, but didn't leave immediately. He glared once more before stomping down the hall and, a few seconds later, slammed the door.
Marik shut the water off and bent down to touch Ryou's face. Ryou lifted his head and looked at Marik through tear stained eyes.
"It's not supposed to be like this. Love shouldn't hurt this bad..." Ryou's quiet words faded into the still silence that had placed itself upon them. Marik paid no attention to Ryou's words, figuring that they were meant for Bakura.
Oh how wrong he was...
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This was supposed to be a one shot, but I felt as though I could make it a two parter. Part two should be up within the next week, depending on how much I have to do for school.
Please review and don't flame.