A/N Before you start reading, here's a quick note!
This is my very first yaoi fic, and even though I've got the plot pretty much thought out I still really want to know what you think!
So don't hesitate to leave me a review, it keeps me going!
Oh.. And for the grammar flaws, I don't have a beta reader.. So too bad! Just look past the flaws and enjoy this fic!! XD
Marik stirred his glass nervously.
He was never nervous, usually… but today was different. Today was just a different day from all the other he had lived through. He felt sinful, strange, dirty but also satisfied in a way he had never quite experienced before.
Psycho, perhaps he was… but he still couldn't forget the way he had let it slip past his lips.. so.. admiring.
Maybe he's just as fucked up as I am.. or maybe I'm just crazy, for real.
Hahahahahahahaha!!
Marik's hysterical laughter made others sitting at the bar stare at him like he was a madman.
He was. And he loved it.
"like what you see?" he smirked, slowly running his tongue over his glass.
Eww!! was the response he got from the girls staring at him.
He just generally disliked girls like that, all the same.. Not much of a challenge to win ones affections.
He chuckled. What a challenge it must have been for him to win me over.
He almost felt sorry for his.. err.. friend? Was it..
He didn't even like him that much. He was slick, unbelievably fast and good with words, and always just such a pain in the ass.. truly.
Emptying his glass in one long sip he looked up at the bartender.
Marik gave a face that made sure the man got another full glass ready in less then ten seconds.
Aahhhh… that's better.
Alcohol. Best. Medicine. Ever.
Sitting there at the bar Marik couldn't help his thoughts to wander..
Going back to only a few weeks earlier. At least I still recognized myself back then. Damn.
Two months earlier…
Marik walked down the busy streets filled with the smell of the beautiful nightlife.
People, everywhere. All with their different backgrounds and intentions.
The smell of it all… enough to get him high for hours!
Sweat, booze, and the loud noise coming from various clubs and café's on either side of the street he was walking.
This. Was. Life.
Living, really living.. After being trapped in darkness for so long finally getting a chance to get a taste of all of this.. He was thankful.
Licking his lips at the sight of two dark blue doors to his left a truly enormous smirk appeared on his face.
Oh yeah, tonight.. just wait!!
"are you ready for the great Marik Ishtar?"
Grinning like a madman Marik stepped into his favorite club.
The name of the club resembled pretty much what would happen there behind closed doors.
Dark.
That's what it said in pink flickering neon's.
Marik felt his body pulse together with the rhythm of the song. His heart pounding with the beat.
He took in a lungful of air, letting it slip out between his lips slowly a moment later.
Still, I got to find out what stuff they use.. I need that shit back home, for.. personal pleasure.
He chuckled at the thought of getting ridiculously high in his own living room..
Drunk was one thing, but this.. feeling, of completeness.. Nothing could beat it.
He had gotten addicted he supposed.
Moving, slow, fast.. whatever.
Just being there, taking in the scent of this place.. It smelled club-ish, but different.
Marik supposed you would have to go there to experience it yourself, If you ever truly wanted to know what it was like.
All he knew was that he loved this feeling. Even though he liked to control himself and others as much as possible, going here every once in a while was something he found himself needing. Maybe just because everyone just had to.
Loosen up, that is.
The floor of the club was a somber concrete gray, and the walls looked like they'd had bombs dropped on them before being placed.
He let out a small sigh.
He always came here alone, watching everybody rub up at each other made him feel.. uneasy. Yes. Uneasy.
But he didn't want some second-class whore by his side either..
Guess I'm just to damn picky.. too bad.. got to find myself some booze…
Distracted by his own thoughts Marik made his way to the shaggy looking bar and ordered whatever looked the strongest.
He loved alcohol. Well.. he simply loved everything that was bad for him.. seeing he was always being so damn bad himself it did made sense.. somehow.
Meanwhile…
Silken silver hair rested on this young man's shoulders.
Walking in the cool evening atmosphere he felt at ease.
His pockets full of trophy's, things who's sole purpose it was to remind him of the great thief he still resembled.
Walking slow but steady the young man found himself in a more shaggy part of town.
The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, before he let out a very dark chuckle.
He absolutely loved coming to places like this, ready to encounter fools, foolish enough to try to pick a fight with him
Here was where he was at his very best.
An hour had passed, and his pockets were now filled with almost 3 times as much as before.
A good night.. time to go home.
While thinking this to himself he picked up his pace and turned a corner heading back home.
It was then that something caught his eye.
The shining of gold. Sparkly and bright.
Hmm… one more then.
But then.. that voice!
Sending shivers up his spine he recognized the man.. who that pretty gold belonged to.
"You know, you guys should be thankful! I paid for all that didn't I?"
Yes.. You could not mistake that voice.
"We kindly thank you for emptying our bar, now get the hell out you retard!"
Pissed off looking guards pushed a young man, one that really could not be mistaken to be anyone else for the ones who knew him, out of the doors of what seemed to be some sort of underground club.
"Marik?"
He couldn't help his voice being laced with disbelief.
Did he not die or something..? I haven't seen him in ages.
Violet eyes stared into his own.
Then there was that smirk.
Ahh I remember that… what a trademark that is.
"Bakura!"
"What a totally unpleasant surprise!"
Bakura grinned, he had quite the nerve that Ishtar boy. But then again, that was nothing new.
Walking slowly towards him Bakura couldn't help but notice the thick and heavy scent of alcohol hanging around Marik's body.
His tanned skin looked even darker compared to his own, but perhaps that was always what he liked so about Marik.
Very exotic, he could probably get people to do whatever he pleases, just by letting them stare at that body.
But Bakura knew Marik got much more of a kick out of making people do things for him, the less civilianized way.
He laughed at the stupidity and weirdness of this man, but still he admired him in a way.
How can one live like that? I guess I'll never know.. Will I?
Suddenly Marik's knees gave out from under him, causing him to crash into the street since no one was ever going to catch him.
Bakura smirked.
"had a little too much, Marik?"
A low growl was all he got for an answer.
Then, after struggling quite a bit, Marik managed to get back on his feet.
Passing Bakura he chuckled, and whispered slowly
"Good to run into you, thief, see you… never."
The silken haired young man smiled at this bold statement, but didn't reply.
I'll see you soon Marik.. Sooner then you think.
And Bakura made his way home, the smile never fading from his face.
A/N And? What did you think? Love it.. Hate it? Hit review and let me know! (I'm not asking twice.. by the way ;) )