The Life of a Tortured Soul, pt. 2

Summary: This is the sequel of Life of a Tortured Soul. I had someone ask for this, well here it is. Marik has just finished posting the "Life of a Tortured Soul" on a Forum on a site he made. This story has in it the replies to the entry he made and how said replies affect his life. Rated for Bakura's Language and all around Violence. Rating will probably go up in later chapters.

Author's note: Okay, I want to make this known to all of you before you read this story. I have never written anything like it before, and would like some constructive criticism before you flame it or approve it. If you say something like "this is really good keep going!" I'd like to know what in it is good, so that I can make the next chapter better. If you want a reply to be in a chapter after reading pt. 1 please post it in your reviews or mail me personally, my E-mail can be found on my Profile.

Unlike it's prequel, this is not done in first person. If you think it should be, say so. It wouldn't be that hard to change. Also, updates will not be quick for I have the lack of internet connection.

Disclaimer: Ahem You all know how these things work so I don't think it's necessary to do one… but still. Marik if you please.

Marik: Ra86 does not own Yu-gi-oh. If she did, The series would have had more of us bishonen making out with each other. Utterly disgusting. Besides, I think Kazuki Takahasi would've sued. I know I would've. Also, Palki is of her own creation. As are the usernames of the repliers, unless of course you fine fans wish to have a reply in the story. Then those names are your own.

Ra86: Oh that's nice of you. Come on, we all know you secretly think Bakura is hot.

Marik: blushes Do not. walks away

Ra 86: Denial!

Marik: Is more than a river in Egypt.

Ra86: Anyways, enough of Marik and his attitude issues. Teenage hormonal boys. On to the story!

Chapter 1

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Marik Ishtar stood from his computer desk, many thoughts running through his head after he finished posting the story of his past on The Forum, a site that he had created. He was very successful with it, gaining a few hundred new members a day. It was a site about Battle City, as well as Ancient Egypt. Some people were there for his knowledge of the Ancient cultures, but the rest were fans and haters, all the same to him in the end.

"Marik! Would you hurry up? Dinner's getting cold!"

"Yeah yeah yeah, I'm coming love." He trudged downstairs, renewing his past in his mind was always hard on him, but he had to admit he felt a bit better about it all. Less pain inside of him for some reason. He just hoped it wouldn't turn around and bite him in the ass. He hated sharing his past and now he'd just given it up freely to thousands of people. He knew they'd read it. They always did. But just how many would reply? "Oh Ra..." he groaned.

"Something wrong?" Ryou asked, concern in his voice and eyes. He walked over to the Egyptian whom was just coming down the stairs. Usually when his lover groaned like that, he was thinking too hard about something he didn't like. He put his hand on the other's tanned shoulder and led him to the table. "Tell me, what's wrong Marik?"

Marik sat as Ryou pulled out the chair for him at the kitchen table. "I've just done something horribly stupid Ry. Horribly, horribly stupid." He put his head down in his arms and looked at the food that lay before him. "Looks great Ryou-chan."

The albino blushed at the compliment, as he so often did. "Uh... Th-thanks Mariku-sama."

The blonde sat up as the other took his seat across from him, dishing up the plates. Marik would worry about the Forum later, but for now, he was going to enjoy a nice dinner with the one he loved.

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"Login: User ID: PhilaenDragon Password: ((A/n: Thebes for all who want to know)) Login Confirmed. Welcome PhilaenDragon. Class: Administrator. You have 30 messages. 13 New. Check Mail?"

Marik looked blankly at the computer screen. He had to admit, for it only being posted for 8 hours or so, he had gotten less mail than he had expected. He clicked the check mail section. His mailbox was full, but most of it was not from his dying fans, but from Bakura. At least 8 of his new messages were from the thief. Bakura had a habit of sending the same thing over and over because he had no idea how to use a computer. Oh well, that's what you get for being an old fart. He opened one of them and deleted the rest.

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"Message To: PhilaenDragon

Message From: ThiefThatOwnsYourAss

Subject: I knew you were fucked up, but DAMN!

Message Reads:

Holy shit dude! How come you didn't tell me any of that! I wouldn't have called you such a sissy for dating my weakling hikari. No offense Ry if you're reading this over his shoulder. Don't hurt me of my hair again((A/n: Refer to Hookie.))! Please! I'll never hurt your kitchen again! Anyways, enough of my fear of girly Hikaris. You and I could take such revenge on the bastard that did this! I hate computers. Your site has glitches. You should fix it. My computer goes haywire when I try to hack the profiles of the other members. I wanna put embarrassing stuff on them damnit! And your profile is harder to hack than Kaiba's! How'd ya manage that? Anyways. Peace brotha."

Marik sighed, staring at the screen. So he was the one hacking profiles. He'd gotten complaints about that. But he couldn't very well freeze his best friend's account. Eh. Bakura would get over it. Besides. Marik disapproved of Porn on his site, and Bakura had made it difficult to keep it off. He decided to reply to the message.

"Message To: ThiefThatOwnsYourAss

Message From: PhilaenDragon

Subject: Yeah well at least I ain't as Fucked up as you.

Message Preview:

Yeah yeah I've heard it all. Like you can take revenge on anything. Remember the toaster incident earlier this week? Remember how that one turned out? And that was an inanimate object! And YOU'RE the one posting all of that porn on peoples profiles!? I should ban you for that! And Kaiba likes me better than you, besides, I hacked his systems and traded out security systems. And what are you, gangster now? Since when were you black? ((A/n: I'm not racist. I love black people!!! I grew up in gang territory, so no fears there!)) You're the whitest thing I've seen since the day we stole that flash bomb from Kaiba's security guard!"

He sent the message along with a warning to freeze the account for a few days if he didn't stop the porn spamming. Then moved on to the next letter.

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"Message To: PhilaenDragon

Message From: RicherThanGod

Subject: Do you need security?

Messages Reads:

Marik? Are you sure you don't need security? I have a flamethrower with your name on it. Offer stands. Besides, that thieving friend of yours might be nice to set alight. I've noticed that he's been trying to hack all of the Profiles. If you need help on that, we could play an evil trick on him. I've got the codes to make his profile irreversible pink. It would be a nice change from the whole "I'm going to steal your soul" look. Just a thought. Anyways. Think about the flamethrower? It didn't cost much, but it would be fun as HELL to watch that bloody thief go up in flames.

Kaiba out"

Marik always laughed at Kaiba's replies. He was cold on the outside, but kind if he took sympathy. Besides, the flamethrower did sound appealing. And the thought of using it on Bakura was even more attractive. He'd put thought into it. Behind him, Ryou stirred on their King sized bed. Why he had a bed that big he had no idea, both him and Ry were quite thin, and usually wound up sleeping on top of one another, or, on nights like this, only one of them would be in the bed. It was usually Ryou who slept. Violet eyes looked at the blue face of the digital clock. The numbers reading 3:00. Wow, later than usual, even for Marik's nocturnal terms. Still, he had to reply.

"Message To: RicherThanGod

Message From: PhilaenDragon

Subject: Hmmm... Tempting

Message Preview:

Hey thanks for the offer Kaiba, I do believe I will check in to that flamethrower. And I will make damn sure I light up Bakura in front of Kaiba Corp, just so you can get a laugh out of it. Has anyone told you how caring you can be sometimes, well... When you're not being a total ass. Anyways. I might take you up on the offer, but for amusement not security. Oh, and that whole "let's turn that idiot's profile pink" thing. I love it! I can't wait to see what you've done. I'll send you the master codes to Bakura's profile as an attachment to this message. Well, I know you must be busy, so I won't keep you. I'll stop by later this week. Later."

Marik sent the message and the codes and sat back in his chair, stretching out his back. "Let's see. Garbage mail... Pharaoh. Don't want to listen to him rambles. Oh... Look. An admirer." He noticed the name and shuddered. He was taken, didn't anyone get that? He opened it anyway, just to send a hate reply.

"Message To: PhilaenDragon

Message From: WantstoFuckMarikIshtar

Subject: Awww! Sad!

Message Reads:

Oh Marik! I didn't know such things were even possible! Come here and let me hold you! I'll hug you and kiss you until you feel better! starts making out with Philaen Oh What have those horrible people done to you!? How could they not see such great potential!? I want you to be mine! Leave that Ryou guy and come to me, my love! I will make it so that you never have to feel that again! Please baby please!"

Marik shuddered once more, slapping himself mentally. What in his right mind allowed him to open this message? Oh well... Hate message reply.

"Message To: WantstoFuckMarikIshtar

Message From: PhilaenDragon

Subject: Get a life...

Message Preview:

Hahahahahahahahahahaha! That's absolutely hilarious! You want me to leave someone that I love to be in a non-committal relationship with your loser ass? You just want me for my body, just like the bastards that hurt me! And just so you know, they did see this "great potential" you speak of! That's why they sold me out! Or is that not how you meant it? And just so you know, just for this, your account will be frozen until you decide to change that dreadful name of yours. I should ban you just for having it. "Marik's fan" fine. But I don't want to "fuck" anyone that would openly admit that they are lusting for me. So, you are welcome to come back, but you don't have to after this. Good day. It's time for me to go back to the real love of my life."

Marik closed out the message and deleted the rest of them. He didn't feel like reading them anymore. He went to the Forum and decided to post something new.

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Ra86: So... That's the end of the first chapter. What did all of you think. Just remember, the entire story is going to have these replies written randomly throughout it. But not the whole thing will be written like this. I might have a few Chapters of just normal storyline. But I typed all of this in an hour. The Inspiration came from nowhere. Which, for me, is quite odd.

Marik: Yeah. Most of the time she expects me to do these damn things. But unlike her, I have a nice little life in her closet. I have parties there every once in awhile. Bakura has moved in with me. He makes such a good pet. pats Bakura's head Good boy. Anyways. Review please! Not that I'm begging or anything, but Ra86 has been bugging me about this story for a month now, and now she's asking me to review it. Honestly, I could care less about this damn thing, but oh well.

Ra86: All criticism will be taken into consideration. Flames fully accepted on this.

Marik: Wonderful.

Marik's Flame: This story sucks monkey! Just kidding. Don't hurt me. runs back to closet Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Ra86: R&R!