Written By OtakuChild
DISCLAIMER: *lets out a sigh* Watch the dub. See Malik in Bondage gear? No? Then I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!.
So here's what's been going
on.
I've been buried in schoolwork.
Staying up until three in the morning doing schoolwork. All because my
advisor messed up while calculating my credits, and it turns out I'm 10
credits short for graduation.
So what does she do?
She slaps another elective
class onto my already horrendous workload! I now have to do an entire semester's
classwork in two months, or else I won't graduate on time.
I'm tired, frustrated, upset,
and feeling royally screwed.
So that's where I've been
for the last six months. I finally got on top of everything, and even have
some spare time now. So this story underwent a refit, because I read it,
and realized it was crap. It made not much sense, and the overall quality
of it was poor.I didn't want to give up on it completley, I knew it was
fixable, It just came down to fixing what was wrong with it and finding
the time to do so. I know I've become kind of a lurker lately.
About the whole Skuld thing...
I must have been tweaking
or something when I wrote it into the storyline. Yuk. Straight Ryou is
wrong. Very wrong. So as of now, Ryou is single, and it may gear towards
Marik/Ryou, if I feel like putting it in.
This will be the first of many prequels to 'Sicky.' Basically what I'm doing is filling in the 'Sicky' storyline a bit. It focuses on Malik and Bakura, and how they got to be where they are. Out of character? Probably. I do try to keep them in character, but the plot makes it tough. It is AU(alternate universe) so it has absolutley nothing to do with what's going on in the anime.
Chapter One: Bitter Beginnings
It was
Friday night at the Chaotix, a small club in Domino City, where Malik Ishtar
and some friends were having a wee bit of a drinking contest. That fake
ID his yami had gotten him last Christmas was really coming in handy.
Now,
our blonde bishonen was buzzed, but he was pacing himself to outdrink his
friends, something he did on a regular basis. To him, this was just another
fun night out. But a small table he passed by unnoticed would forever change
his life. He cast a quick glance to the table, seeing people he knew there,
but not really paying attention as he made his way to the bartender for
more drinks. Had he known one particular person sitting at said table or
had an inkling of what this fateful night would bring, he would have either
run away, or taken a flying jump into the table, we're not sure which.
Back
to our story...
At the
preveiously mentioned table, a group of friends were sitting, talking,
drinking, and eyeing people that walked by. A pair of brown eyes was watching
Malik intently.
"Hey
you! Whatcha lookin' at?" The voice came from a tall man with brown hair
and icy blue eyes. He'd had the most to drink that night.
"Shut
up Seto! You'll scare him away! I'm lookin' at Malik! I think I'm gonna
go talk to him..." The brown eyes belonged to a silver-haired former tomb
robber, who was none other than Bakura.
"Well,
I don't know if Malik is actually a name, but that is his name!" said Seto.
"He's hotness!"
Yami,
the third person sitting at the table, punched Seto in the arm to shut
him up. Out of the three, he had had the least to drink, and was barely
drinking at all, because he knew the CEO to his right couldn't hold his
liquor to save his life, and Bakura always got drunk.
"Bakura,
you stupid!" he said. "You can't talk to Malik! You've never talked to
him before! You'll get shot down...and he's feisty. He fights back you
know."
"All
the more reason to talk to him! And who said I was gonna make a pass at
him?" Bakura snapped.
"Cuz
it's all you've been talking about all night!" Yami proclaimed. "I am the
Pharoh! I KNOW EVERYTHING!"
Indeed,
that was the main thing the former tomb robber had been talking about.
It started with a simple, "He's so preeety...." and as more alcohol came
to the table, it turned into, "Hees so beeeauutiful...I want those pretty
lavender eyeballs to look at MY eyeballs, dammit!"
By this
time Yami was attracting some strange looks to the table, so Bakura took
this is an opportunity. "I'm going in for the kill!" He announced, then
started walking towards Malik.
"He'll
fight back!" Yami crooned.
"Aww...that
poor Lavender-eyed person with lavender eyes..." Kaiba said. "Won't know
what hit him."
Malik
was standing idly at the bar when a pair of pale arms snaked themselves
around his waist.
"Well,
now, you're a pretty little thing, you know..." A deep British voice purred
in Malik's ear. Malik's eyes hardened into a glare. What the fuck? Who
is this? He sounds familiar...
The voice
continued.
"And
that shirt, I must say..." the hand stroked the collar of Malik's shirt,
a black, see-through tank that fit him tightly. "That shirt is rather becoming
on you..." the voice murmured, "...and if I were on you, I'd be cumming
too."
That
did it.
"GET
OFF ME!" Malik kicked the man in the shin and wiggled out of his grasp.
He turned to face him, fuming.
Bakura
rubbed his shin, but showed no other reaction, preferring to stay in the
shadows for now. He stood, undaunted. "Okay, so that one didn't work,"
he said. "How about...I'm down with Pokemon, can I have a pikachu?(1)"
"NO!"
Malik sent a kick toward's the man's crotch, but the man ducked, and the
kick missed.
"Who
the hell are you?" Malik spat.
"Oh come
on, now, you know me! Don't tell me you don't recognize me, pretty thing..."
Bakura stepped from the shadows to reveal himself completley.
"You!
You're Ryou's yami!" Malik said.
"And
you were expecting who? The Queen of England?" Bakura grinned.
"You're
not funny." Malik put a hand on his hip.
"But
you're pretty!" Bakura took a step forward, and Malik held up his hand.
"Stop! If you think I'm just going to follow you right to your bed you're
more deranged than I originally thought. Just stay away from me."
"Of course
not," Bakura said. "I was planning to buy you a drink first."
"OH MY
GOD! You are such a jerk!" Malik hissed. He smacked Bakura hard on the
face, and stormed off.
Bakura
stood there, nursing his now reddened cheek, smirking. "He wants me," he
said to nobody in particular.
"Oh my
GOD! My stupid retarded Yami!" Ryou pounded a fist on the table. "STUPID
YAMI! See if I let him in tonight...I hope he has one hell of a hangover!
What the fuck was he thinking?"
"Weeell,"
Marik said, tipsy, "He's horny. And he doesn't think when he's horny."
"It's
a wonder how you can stay so calm when it's your hikari he made
a pass at," Ryou said flatly.
"He WHAT???"
Marik screamed. "I'll KILL HIM!" It took both Ryou and Joey to restrain
him.
"You
can kill him tomorrow!" said Joey. "But we have to find Malik now. We must
finish the drinking contest!"
Ryou
banged his head on the table in distress. "No we are not," he said. "I'm
the designated driver, and I say we are finding Malik and going HOME."
He took their hands and dragged them around, looking for Malik. They found
him, and they piled into the car, and Ryou drove them home.
"He shhmacked
me," Bakura said, mind clouded over from drinking.
"I told
you he'd fight back. But you know, that was kinda dumb." Yami took a sip
of cola.
Bakura
slammed the empty shot glass. "It washn't dumb! He wash...he wash jusssht
playin' all hard to get and shtuff...or maybe thatsh how he hitshh on people..."
"But
he wasn't hitting on you, you dumbass!" Yami said. "You hit on him.
And, might I add, you where shot down in flames."
"Sho?
Heesh mush to feishty for you," Seto crooned. "I shay, youshe jusht needa
forget about that little shnotfashe. DOWN WITH ALL SHNOTFASHES, I SHAY!"
And with that, he passed out on the table.
"Um...ignore
him," Yami said. "He's wasted. Come to think of it, so are you." He sighed.
"Bakura, what are you going to do now? You can't just let it pass without
some sort of apology."
Bakura
gave Yami a blank stare. "A what?"
"An APOLOGY!
When you act like a jerk to someone, a.k.a. hitting on them when you're
drunk, you APOLOGIZE to them for what you did, and say you're sorry."
"But
I'm not shhorrry!" Bakura protested.
"You
will be tomorrow morning," said Yami. "Come on, Seto's all passed out,
let's go home."
They
dragged an unconcious Kaiba to the limo, which looked rather comical considering
the two of them had had lots to drink, and Yami had to drag both of them
to the limo, where the driver took them home. They deposited Bakura in
front of his house. Bakura walked to the front door, only to find it locked,
and unable to pick the lock because of all the alcohol he'd had to drink,
so he resorted to the one thing he could do:
"LET
ME IN!!" he screamed, pounding on the front door. "LET ME IN RIGHT NOW!"
"NO!"
came the response. Not sure of where his hikari's voice came from, Bakura
started looking around in all directions.
"Up here,
you lush! I'm up here in my bedroom, you moron!"
Bakura
stared up at Ryou, eyes glazed over. "How'd you get up there ssho fassht?"
He drawled out, the liquor he'd had still affecting his speech.
"I sprouted
wings and I flew," Ryou spat. "How do you think? I've been waiting up here
for you to come home, but now I've decided not to let you in because you're
being so damn difficult! Find somewhere else to sleep!"
"Awww..."
Bakura trailed off. "NO! LET ME IN RIGHT NOOOOOWWW!" The pounding on the
door resumed.
"I REFUSE
TO LET YOU IN UNTIL EVERY TRACE OF BOOZE YOU HAD IS GONE FROM YOUR VEINS!"
Ryou shouted back.
"NO!
I DUN WANNA GO ANYWHERE ELSE!"
"Well
TOO BAD!" Ryou paused. "No, wait. I'm letting you in, but only because
I want to talk to you."
Ryou
went down the stairs, and a few seconds later, the door unlocked with a
click. Bakura was dragged in, and shoved onto the living room couch.
"What
the hell were you thinking?" Ryou growled through clenched teeth.
"Oh...uh....well...he's
pretty..." Bakura gave Ryou a lopsided grin.
Ryou
slapped him hard across the face.
"OW!
What'd you do that for? Now two people have hit me!"
"Nice
obeservation. But I hit you because If I don't get my share of hitting
in now I won't get a chance. Marik is out for your blood, and you hit on
my BEST FRIEND!"
"Awww,
you jealous?" Bakura asked. "Ya know, maybe the shhiiingle life ain't what
itssh cracked up to be, ne?"
"I'm
not jealous!" Ryou snapped. "I'm pissed because you probably won't remember
at thing of this tomorrow! You better go apologize to him tomorrow, I don't
care how sick you feel. I bet you have one hell of a hangover in the morning.
Well, good night. The trash can is under the desk if you need to puke."
Bakura
sat there with a blank, confused look on his face.
And with
that, he shut a dazed Bakura in the den and locked the door, and went up
to bed.
"HEY!
LET ME OUT!" Bakura pounded at the door, but later gave up and fell asleep.
Meanwhile,
at the Ishtar residence, Malik was having a fit.
"He HIT
on me? Can you believe that? And it wasn't some cute line or anything,
either. It was CHEESY! And totally perverted! GAAAH! Yuck! And he touched
me!" Malik sat down on the couch and fumed.
"Stupid
tomb-robbing bastard! I can't believe he even came NEAR you, let alone
hit on you...oh, I'll kill him, and then I'll cut his balls off...wait,
reverse that order..." Marik was kicking around a kitty toy that he'd found
under the couch.
"Marik,
STOP. I don't want to think about it right now. I just...I have this feeling..."
Malik flipped his hair a bit.
"What
kind of feeling?" Marik asked warily.
"That
even if I ignore him, he won't go away."
Both
boys let out a groan.
The next morning....
Bakura
woke up the next morning, with, not surprisingly, the worst hangover one
could ever imagine.
"Oooargh..."
He crawled to the desk and threw up, narrowly missing the carpet. His head
was pounding. He stood up shakily, eyes falling to a picture of Ryou and
Marik on the desk.
Marik.
Marik
was out for his blood.
Ryou
had told him. Buy why?
The events
of last night flooded back to him.
Whoops.
That was stupid.
Very
stupid indeed.
He should
probably apologize.
Yes,
he would indeed apologize.
He had
planned on talking to Malik that night...but it seemed that the booze messed
things up quite a bit.
"Fuck...."
He collapsed onto the small couch in the den. "Why did I do that? Dammit!"
His stomach
gave a lurch.
"Stupid
me..." he grumbled, and threw up again.
He sat
there for a few more hours, waiting for Ryou to unlock the den door, and
throwing up occasionally. He thought a lot about Malik, and realized that
he had to make things right with Malik, no matter what it took. He didn't
mean what he did, and he wanted Malik to know that. And...a date with Malik
might be nice, after all.
When
Ryou finally let Bakura out he'd decided that he'd do whatever it took
to get back on good terms with Malik. After a strong dose of Ibuprophen
and downing a packet of Marik's secret hangover cure(contents unknown,
though it did work well), off he went to apoligize to Malik. He set off
towrards the house, praying to every god and goddess he knew that Marik
wouldn't be there, or anywhere near there. Sure, he and Marik were good
friends, but when the well-being of his hikari was threatened, he turned
into more of a monster than he already was.
Bakura
didn't have to reach the house to find who he was looking for. He found
Malik on the sidewalk, looking as if he was trying to blow off steam from
what happened that night. Bakura quickly formulated a plan in his head.
He knew exactly what he'd say, and what he'd do. He'd look Malik in the
eye and say, "Look, I know I was drunk and stupid last night, but I don't
do that on a regular basis, and I'm sorry for what I said, and what I did.
So...forgive me?." And maybe, just maybe, Malik would swoon into his arms
and they'd live happily ever after.
Yeah,
right.
Bakura's
impromptu plan disintegrated as soon as he had Malik in his sights. He
regretted the words the instant they left his mouth.
"Hey
pretty."
Malik
whirled around, knowing the voice. "YOU!" he screeched. "What, you're stalking
me now, hoping to get into my pants?"
"No!
I-"
"You
what, Bakura? You're going to throw another line at me? Do your worst."
He turned around and walked back towards his house.
Fine,
Bakura thought. He said it, not me...
"Heaven
must be missing an angel?"
"Nope,
try harder." Malik walked faster, but Bakura's long legs kept up.
"You're
so fine, you'd slip through a colander?"
"Getting
colder." Malik broke into a run.
"Okay,
here's one. Once I knew two people who didn't fall in love. They both died
horribly the following day. Makes you think."
Malik
stopped, and slowly walked towards him.
Bakura
raised a silver eyebrow. "Yeees?"
Malik
slowly shook his head. "Nooooo."
Bakura
let out a sigh. "What does it take to get through to you?"
"Oh,
don't you wish you knew." Malik snarled, turned on one heel, and walked
home, leaving a bewildered Bakura standing there. His stomach was doing
little flippity-flops. But he caught the look in Malik's eyes before he
had left.
"I think
I just did," he murmured to himself. With that in mind, he walked back
home.
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Wheeee! Chapter one finished.
Footnotes...
(1) Many thanks for TheSpark
for the pickup lines. (I'm putting this as a disclaimer
so I don't get the pants sued off of me.)
Okay, that's better. Much
much better. The storyline makes more sense now(I think), and if it doesn't,
I promise it will make more sense in the future. For some reason I'm having
a hell of a time getting the ideas from my head converted into words on
the screen. Anywho, read and review please, and I'm sorry I haven't updated
this story in months. I'll try to get on top of it. Once I graduate, I'll
be writing lots more.
It will get better. I promise.
^_^
Ja ne!
-OtakuChild