Just Leave Them Alone.

Hi wolfairer here this is my first ever story that I have wrote and I just hope that it will be as go as the ones I have already read. So let's get down to it this is rate M for late chapters which will involve one or two rape scenes and a character murder. This story contains thiefshipping (marik I x YBakura), bronzeshipping (Marik I x YMarik) and if I can go through with it psychoshipping (YBakura x YMarik). The characters are a bit out of character and for this all you need to know is that it is after the Millennium World Series and the yami's now have their own bodies. This chapter will start in Marik's POV and then changes to Bakura's POV.
names and the character
Bakura = Yami Bakura
Ryou = Ryou Bakura
Marik = Marik Ishtar
Mariku = Yami Marik
I do know own these characters or the TV series they come from that's owned by Kazuki Takahashi because if I did Marik and Bakura would of been an item by the end of the Battle City saga.

Chapter 1 Where Are We

Marik POV

I slowly started to wake up and I felt like a bus had run me over at least twice. I tried to stretch my arms then realised that they were already above my head. But when I tried to put them down to my side they wouldn't move from above my head. I slowly started to open my eyes When they were nearly fully opened something tapped me on the top of my head. I started to open my eyes again to see what had hit my head, but again I was stopped. However this time it wasn't a tap on my head but a very familiar rough voice.

"Marik, be quiet and don't open your eyes."

It didn't take me long to realise who's voice that was because it was the only person I trust with my life.

"Bakura, what's goin-"

"I told you to be quiet!"

Bakura hissed at me. I cringed; Bakura hadn't spoken to me like that since Battle City. I could feel the emotions in the way he talked to me anger and pain which must have meant that he was injured, but I felt some feeling that I thought the great Thief King would never feel. Fear. I wondered what could have the spirit of the ring so scared and why he didn't want me to open my eyes.

That was until I hear him. A hysterical laugh that I thought that I would hear in my nightmares every single night. I definitely listened to Bakura's advice and made sure my eyes would not open until I woke up from this hellish nightmare. However it never came and I found myself muttering.

"No. No it can't be".

Suddenly the laughter stopped and I found him addressing me in a confident voice he always had.

"Oh but my dear Hikari. I am here and this time I'm not going anywhere."

The laughter started up again and I just curled up and felt like a lamb in front of the big bad wolf ready to meet my end by the hands of something I created.

Bakura POV

I woke up easily because of the pain that shot though my left arm. I opened my eyes like a flash to see that my arm had a bleeding cut just an inch above the cut I had made in Battle City for Marik. Marik quickly looked around to find my Egyptian lover. I found him laid just in front of me. I looked up to see that my hands had been handcuffed around a coat hook. Quickly I looked back down at Marik and realised that he wasn't moving. I could feel my cold, black heart cave in at the site.

I thought of the worse and I started to pull at the handcuffs but they didn't loosen. I realised that Marik had no marks on his body and was just sleeping. I sighed in relief and realise that he was also in a pair of hand cuffs but unlike mine his was on one side of the chain and the other end had a massive ring that was around my left ankle.

I started to look around my surrounding it looked like we were in a bare room the walls and floor looked like it was made of a kind of stone which was the same colour as Marik's hair. I started wondering who it was that I have upset then I realised that I tick a lot of people off so there are so many suspects. I just wondered why they have also taken my lover probably to make sure I'd stop doing whatever it is I have done. But if they think they can lay one finger on Marik then they are surely mistaken because I will make sure that I will end that miserable bastards life for touching something that belongs to me. The Thief King.

Suddenly I heard a loud bang which was most likely our "keeper" coming back to make sure we are still here. I heard the chains rattle underneath me and saw that Marik was stared to wake up. I knew that the ex-tomb keeper would freak finding himself in an unknown place in chains so when I saw that his eyes were nearly opened I tapped him gently with my foot. Hopefully now he knew to keep his eyes shut, but again he started to open his eyes.

"Marik, be quiet and don't open your eyes."

I whispered as quietly as I could so Marik knew what to do, but again the boy shows that he is in fact blonde for a reason.

"Bakura what's goin-"

"I told you to be quiet!"

I hissed while pulling forward I aggravated my fresh cut again. I quickly realised what I had said to Marik I couldn't lose him now. Marik wasn't just my lover but my best friend as well. If I lost him I would have no reason to stay on this pitiful earth. I care too much for him to get up and leave me now. I need him more than he thinks, but I would never say that out loud to him. Even when we argue about silly things I quickly make up with him.

Suddenly an insane laugh cut through the air in the room from the cluster of shadows in the corner I looked over and could just make out a figure but I couldn't place the laughter or the shape in the shadows. I could hear Marik muttering from the floor and I looked down to see him making sure his eyes were shut and nothing could open them.

"No. No it can't be."

The laughter stopped when the shadows heard Marik say that. I realised that the two have met but the way Marik was acting on the floor he didn't want anything to do with the shadowed figure but for what reason.

"Oh but my dear Hikari. I am here and this time I'm not going anywhere."

The laughter started up again and I quickly looked to see the figure walk into the light. The first thing I saw of the figure was the soulless, lavender eyes of the enemy and the dirty white hair pointed in every single direction possible. I then saw he was wearing the same clothes I met him in. The flowing purple cloak, the skin tight tank top and the baggy light brown trousers. I looked at him in disgust by the fact that I had to protect my lover from his own insane yami. Mariku.

And that's it for this chapter so what do you think if you have any ideas on how I can improve this then let me know and if you think I should carry on with this story. Reviews will be great thank you.