Chapter 2! However, first, I'd like to add in a couple points for clarification, to answer some questions that will probably come up.
1. Marik never talks when Bakura's around - he grunts, growls, snarls, hisses, but never actually talks to him. He talks when Bakura's not around, but the second Bakura's within hearing range, he clams up. And for those wondering, he won't be talking to Bakura for a long time. I know exactly what point in time Marik will first talk to him, and it won't be for a while yet.
2. Marik has a robe made entirely out of fire. It only comes into life when it's time for him to take over, otherwise it's invisible.
If anyone has any questions, ask, and I'll address them next chapter. I'm here to please you all, so by all means, let me ;3 Also, I'm doing these without a beta, so if you happen to notice any spelling or grammer errors, tell me XD I'll thank you next chapter, and correct it.
Disclaimer: Please read Prologue and Chapter 1. They'll tell you everything you need to know
"Wakey wakey~"
Greyed purple eyes snapped open with a low snarl, glaring out from beneath the curtain of blond hair that half concealed his face, glowering through the strands at the speaker sitting before him. It was a rather intimidating stare despite the dog-like curl the other was currently in, which could have been considered cute if not for the pearly white fangs bared in a very unpleasant growl.
However, Bakura wasn't at all intimidated, more then used to the less then pleasant welcome by now. After all, it was pretty much the exact same one he got every single time. So he merely grinned in response, batting his eyelashes at the agitated male laying in front of him.
"Good morning...Uhm...Night, I suppose, my dear delightful Sun." The moon chirped, flashing the other his own helping of white fangs, though set in a much more happy smirk then the current scowl he was receiving.
As he expected, the only response he was given was a loud snort, an annoyed 'YOU again?' glare, and then the other simply shifted, curling around without actually rising so his back was to him.
Sticking his tongue out at the grumpy creature Bakura crossed his legs, bracing his elbows on his knees so he could then use his hands to support his chin. "Aren't you a ray of sunshine?" Pause. Well, technically he was the ray of sunshine. Actually, he was the Sun itself, but that really was besides the point.
Calmly one hand was lifted, and Bakura found himself the receiver of an inappropriate hand gesture involving one finger. Crinkling his forehead at the appendage, the moon simply gazed at it for a moment as if trying to conceive the meaning behind it, then calmly reached over to grab it between his own fingers.
Seconds later a piercing shriek sent several previously sleeping creatures into a state of panic, and Bakura found himself trying rather unsuccessfully to pry his fingers from the razor sharp fangs now imbedded in their flesh. "Fuck! That's some grip you-OW! Oi! Okay okay, no more touching, now release my limbs!" He snapped, scowling at the arrogant sneer he received before he was allowed to retrieve his now bloody fingers.
Tables now turned, Bakura found himself thrust into the unpleasant state of mind, while the still stubbornly mute blond seemed more then self satisfied with his victory. Desperately he wanted to give the other a sharp kick in the face, but that would only result in a brawl and the fiery other avoiding him even more then he already did.
So instead he let him have his victory, instead giving a small shake of his hand; instantly the wounds were nothing more then a memory, the only sign they had ever existed falling to the blood staining the tips. "No need to bite my fingers off, Marik, you could have just said you didn't want to be touched." Bakura muttered, and the Sun merely rolled his eyes as if to say 'you're a moron', then calmly turned away, head dropping back to the ground as he returned to sleep.
Or tried to, since, though slightly ruffled, Bakura had no intentions of allowing himself to be ignored. "It's very rude to not look at someone when they're talking to you. Even more rude not to respond when someone is talking to you." He chided softly, receiving a small grunt, as if the sun was steadily losing the desire to continue this event and was simply choosing to tune him out completely.
How nice. Opening his mouth, Bakura found whatever he had been about to say rendered moot when Marik decided he obviously wasn't going to get any sleep and moved.
Absolutely dumbfounded, any and all smart-ass comments were throttled before they even had a chance to escape his throat, Bakura simply gaped as the sun pressed his upper half to the ground and raised his lower half in a full out tiger stretch, mouth opening to reveal fangs still flecked with the moon's blood as the other released a loud yawn that ended in several small sparks of fire.
In that instant, the moon was reminded exactly why he was going through all this trouble, and just how utterly and completely gorgeous the sun truly was.
Then with a small fwump Marik proceeded to ruin the moment completely by dropping heavily onto his stomach, arms sprawled out in front of him, chin smacking the ground with a dull thud and hair swaying rather violently at the sudden movement of utter listlessness.
Snapped out of his revere at the action, Bakura blinked. At that moment, the only thing that processed in his mind was a dumbfounded, Wow.
Purple eyes slit open, glancing at the speechless moon in lazy sort of way, holding his gaze for a couple moments before the sun tilted his head away to look to the sky. Shaking his head, Bakura followed his gaze a little shakily, spotting the glimmering sheers of Dawn's work beginning to spread across the sky. Oh. Fuck. Was night over already? That sure had gone fast...Though it did explain why Marik had decided to join the world of the living.
Sure enough, the blond braced his palms against the ground and slid to his feet, completely and utterly ignoring Bakura whom was still on the ground. Spreading his hands out slightly Marik tilted his head back, closing his eyes with a small rumble.
A startled squawk escaped Bakura as, with a tremendous roar, the recently absent fire cloak erupted into life, wrapping around Marik's form and lighting up the area in an explosion of light. Intense heat sheared around the moon and his mouth clamped shut, eyes closing tightly as flames licked at his skin, tensing himself for the burn.
However, moments later the world swirled back into a much more acceptable temperature and Bakura cracked his eyes open to find purple ones watching him, eyebrows raised as if to ask 'what are you doing?'. Simply gazing at the sun, Bakura had absolutely no response to offer, so after a moment Marik merely rolled his eyes, then spun on his heel and sauntered away, fire dancing behind him.
With a shaky gasp Bakura collapsed onto his back. So that was why he never spoke to Marik during the night. Being around the sun when morning came was probably not the best, and definitely not the safest idea the moon had ever had. Well, it hadn't been his idea, actually, so much as a certain stars. And said star was going to get a rather filthy glower the next time they met.
Closing his eyes the moon simply heaved a sigh, sprawling out on his back. He could feel the cold of night fading to welcome the warmth of day, and it felt rather nice actually. Absently he allowed himself to wonder if this is what it would feel like if Marik touched him.
Tongue was promptly stuck out at the sky. Bad sappy, angsty thoughts, go curl up and die thank you very much. Cracking one eye open Bakura tilted his head back, spotting in the distance the faint form of the sun perched on top a rather precarious cliff.
Grinning to himself he closed his eye again. Might as well wait here - Marik would have an unpleasant surprise when he returned. And he would, because this was where he always came back too.
So rolling onto his side, the moon allowed the pleasant warmth of the sun to wash over him, and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
R&R. Sorry if 'Kura seems a bit OOC at times. It's an AU, so they're bound to be a little different then the show.
