A/N
Yes. Another Psychoshipping story coming from me, however, this one will be a little AU.
No card games… no Sennen items and no ancient Egypt.
But there will be other things, like, YAOI!!
Also some violence… bad words and other goodness you may or may not expect from a MarikxBakura fic.
Will be rated T for now… may change to M in the future, so you've been warned.
Enjoy!
OH. YEAH. I always forget to put a disclaimer in my fics, so… here it goes:
I DON'T, AND WILL REPEAT, DO NOT OWN YUGIOH. ß- But I will.. SOMEDAY.
*insert evil laugh here*
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He slept alone just as happily as he slept together with him.
He could just as easily do without him.
Staring into his mirror Bakura let out a deep sigh.
"I'm so done with this…"
Hours later, when the sun was already set high in the sky, Marik slowly opened his eyes.
Lazily making his way around his room he walked down the long stairs leading down to the second floor of the mansion.
Walking into the kitchen he figured he'd find Bakura there, but instead he found it empty.
"That's strange…" he mumbled to himself.
And Marik made his way down another long hallway, to Bakura's room.
He didn't bother knocking, and swaying open the door he also found that room empty.
A little bothered now Marik walked down another pair of stairs, to the living room.
Empty.
The terrace maybe?
Empty.
"Where the fuck are you?"
Making his way to the garage he smirked.
No car.
That meant no Bakura and he felt a fairly stupid not checking there first.
Walking back into the mansion he angrily grabbed the phone in the kitchen.
But dialing Bakura's number he heard soft beeps coming from down the hall.
Dropping the phone he walked up to Bakura's room, to find his phone laying on his bed.
"Great…" Marik hissed, Bakura was gone somewhere and unreachable.
Bakura had been driving around in his old corvette for hours, not really knowing whereto.
Just away for a little while, away from Marik and his little games, his mind fucking and his anger outbursts.
Without really noticing he pulled up to an old and abandoned warehouse, one that he used to call his home.
Getting out of his car he slowly made his way to the back of the building, he still remembered everything.
The old trashcan on the backside still stood there, climbing on top of it he reached his arms up, running his fingers over the cold stone to find a small ledge.
Pulling himself up he soon found the broken window to his left, and made his way into the building.
Taking in the smell of old dust Bakura felt at ease.
He'd missed it.
Walking around the cold and empty room he stood in brought back so many memories, it had been two years since the last time he stood right in that room, but he'd been a different person back then.
He didn't need anything, and he was at his best all by himself.
Today really was not so different, accept for one thing, he actually preferred not being by himself, he didn't want to be alone anymore.
Still, living in that big beautiful mansion with a dozen people by his side every evening he felt more alone than ever before.
They were all the same, no outstanding personality whatsoever.
And for the only one he had ever come to care about life was no different.
Party after party… drink after drink.
So damn shallow. Bakura despised it.
But today he stood there as a man of wealth.
He knew he shouldn't complain, but in a strange way that old dusty mattress laying in the corner of the room seemed much more comfortable than the large soft one he had back 'home'.
At least laying down on his old one he knew he belonged on it all by himself. All alone, like he had always.
But in the big soft bed, drowned between the pillows he always felt so lost. So alone, and it didn't seem natural.
And when Marik would lay besides him, it would all be okay again.
But then the following night Marik would just head back up to his own room. And not a word was said about the night prior.
Just as if it was all normal to act like that.
Bakura shook his head.
It was far from normal to play games with someone's hart.
Maybe he just doesn't know?
He doubted it.
Bakura was master of disguise, but during those long night he knew he couldn't conceal what he felt, he knew Marik just had to notice, he just chose not to care or deal with it. And Bakura couldn't deal with knowing he didn't care at all. But he wouldn't let anyone have such a grip on him.
"Then… you can just go to hell Marik… let's see how well you do without me."
Bakura's voice was cold, but his eyes betrayed his emotions, like they had always, when dealing with Marik.
The sun was already setting and still no sign of Bakura.
Marik was so angry he actually appeared dead calm.
When the doorbell rang he was down all two stairs in less than five seconds.
Swinging it open he didn't find the person he hoped for standing there, but four others instead.
Marik hadn't forgotten, tonight was poker night.
"Come in…" he mumbled.
Without Bakura being there this was going to be a disaster.
Thee hours and nine thousand dollars later Marik's mood was at it's absolute worst.
"You're really not in shape today, Ishtar." one of the men grinned.
"Just a bad day…" Marik grumbled.
And it was.
Without Bakura's little card tricks Marik was a very poor poker player.
When that idiot comes back he'll be so very sorry…
There wasn't a single doubt that he wouldn't come back, Marik simply knew he would.
Another two hours passed and Marik watched in pure horror as he lost another hand. And another two thousand dollars.
The men laughed.
Collecting their money they lazily got up.
"It's getting late… tell Bakura hi when he gets back and we'll see you next week."
Marik managed a bitter smile.
Sure they were all happy with all that easily made money, and even though losing so much didn't harm Marik's wealth the smallest bit, he was still angry.
He just couldn't stand losing. And he surely couldn't stand losing to those foolish men.
"You better have a damn good explanation for not being here tonight…"
Angry and tired Marik let his body fall back on his mattress.
The next morning Bakura still wasn't there, but not in the least concerned if something might have been wrong Marik started his day just like any other.
In a few nights a big deal would be finally closed, and that was all Marik felt like keeping busy with.
"Fuck you Bakura…"
As Marik was still silently cursing Bakura for not being there, Bakura himself was having a much better time all by himself.
Walking around those empty streets, chilly even though the sun was shining.
His long hair swaying with the wind, and his hands buried deep into his pockets.
Still, he felt strange leaving Marik all alone last night, and he could only imagine how angry Marik must have been realizing he did leave him all alone to deal with playing their little game all by himself.
Bakura smiled.
Maybe realizing just how much Bakura meant for most of his money resources Marik could learn to appreciate him a little more.
Turning another corner he walked back into the alley were the warehouse was located.
"Honey, I'm home…"
And Bakura climbed back inside.
How ironic it was, that while entering his old home he was greeted by someone.
"I remember you…"
Bakura couldn't help but feel a little nauseous by the smell that came from the man standing in front of him.
"Well I don't remember you… but that doesn't matter since you're about to leave anyway."
The man shook his head and let out a loud and unpleasant laugh.
Clearly not intimidated by Bakura's words he slowly walked towards him grinning as if he was a madman. And Bakura knew that he probably was.
"You are that kid, always hanging around here… until you suddenly left…"
Bakura smirked.
"What exactly is it you want? Another shot of heroine perhaps?"
The man frowned.
"I want you dead, boy."
Bakura raised his eyebrows, but he remembered the people in this neighborhood, so he wasn't all that surprised.
"Do you have any reasons for wanting me dead?"
Bakura's voice was laced with amusement when asking this.
"After you left this place became mine… and now you think you can just come back here and claim this to be your home?"
Bakura laughed.
"This is just a temporary place for me to stay… unlike you I now have another, better place to call home. I'm just here for… sentimental reasons…"
The man wasn't that amused by Bakura's words, so without wasting any time he reached into one of his pockets to grab a rusty knife.
"If you say you're sorry right now, I might not make this as painful as I had planned."
Bakura grinned, "foolish man, you just chose your last words very poorly."
The next morning Marik walked down to the kitchen slowly.
His head was hurting, and he'd hardly slept last night.
Walking straight up to the refrigerator to get himself something to drink it took him a couple of seconds to notice someone sitting at the table.
"You…" Marik snapped "where the fuck were you?"
When Bakura didn't answer fast enough Marik slammed his fists on the table on either side of Bakura.
"Tell me now."
Bakura looked up at him, not very impressed.
"I went for a little drive, calm down."
This only angered Marik more.
"Do you know how much money I lost because of you?" his voice was calm, but Bakura knew better than to think Marik was feeling calm as well.
"You'll get back ten times as much this weekend… no need to be so upset."
Marik slowly moved his eyes over Bakura's face, his chest, his hands.
He was cleaning some sort of dirty knife.
"Where did you get that?" Marik spitted pointing at the knife.
Bakura smiled darkly.
"Doesn't matter, it's just a new one… for my collection."
"Well knock yourself out with your little knife fetish… I'm out."
And Marik slammed the door closed on his way out of the house, to the garage to get his motorcycle.
Driving as fast as he could, down the long highway leading to the city he allowed himself to relax a little.
Bakura was back again, nothing could ruin his million dollar deal.
Marik let out a long sigh.
He shouldn't let that stupid Bakura get to him.
He should just relax some more, what fun was life always so tense?
But he couldn't help but hate the loose way Bakura would always behave.
He just did whatever he pleased. He would just leave without telling, come back whenever he pleased, hardly ever informing Marik.
This wasn't what Marik had imagined asking Bakura to come live with him.
Marik enjoyed being in control, and he blamed himself for often simply forgetting that there was no such thing as controlling Bakura.
Still, he enjoyed Bakura's company, that same loose way of life that had intrigued him so much back then, becoming what annoyed him the most now was almost an ironic thing.
He remembered the first time he stared into those dark, brown eyes.
He loved it then and he loved it now, only difrence that now besides that love he'd also came to hate them, seeing how love and hate often get to be a little too close for comfort.
Yes, Marik remembered every little detail of their first meeting, and driving alone the smooth road he allowed his mind to wander back, back to where all the trouble had begun.
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Marik was lost, he usualy never ever sat foot in the bad part of town, and even though he himself wasn't much of a saint the people walking the streets around him were either very bad sinners or worse.
Cursing quietly Marik turned another corner in the maze that resembled streets in this neighborhood.
Ice cold drops were now falling rapidly from the sky and Marik felt that if he didn't seek some shelter soon, he'd freeze to death.
Looking up at an old, gray and what seemed to be an abandoned building Marik took his chances and quickly looked for a way in.
Finding the front door closed up with wooden panels and thick locks Marik walked around the building, to find a broken window on one side.
Klimbing up a couple of crates and a garbage can Marik let himself slip through the window, falling quite a bit back down, on a hard and dusty floor.
Slowly getting up Marik looked around.
There was no light in the room, except for the dimmed orange glow coming from the street lights through the window.
Marik noticed an old mattress in one corner, and a wooden stool in the other.
Realizing that this place might not have been as abandoned as he had thought it was, Marik felt shivers run down his spine.
Taking a deep breath he walked through the door and down a pair of squeeking stairs.
At the bottom of the stairs he could see a dim light to his right, and curiosity beating his common sense, Marik quietly made his way to it.
Standing in a doorway leading to another big room Marik saw that the source of the light was one candle, sitting on a crate, with another crate next to it.
Out of the corner of his eyes Marik saw something move.
Quickly stepping back he realized that it was only a rat.
He let out a relieved sigh, but turning to look around the room again Marik's heart skipped a few beats finding dark, angry eyes staring into his own."Who the hell are you?"
That voice, Marik was sure he had never heard a voice that cold and demanding before.
Trying hard to stay calm Marik kept his voice low.
"It's raining… I needed some shelter…"
A cold laugh echoed through the empty building.
"You chose a very bad place to seek shelter…"
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A/N
Yay! Cliffhanger. I love those…
I hope I didn't make Bakura too OOC, but even if he is… I kinda like him a little more… uh… sensitive?
Next chapter is more or less finished… but I'd really like to hear some feedback before I post it you know!
So… Review?
Ninjabelle.