Orion
by The Pop Tart Spirits
Ch. 4
Guess what? I don't own these guys.
Yami was slightly disappointed in Ryou's letter. It was not, as he had suspected, a confession, but rather an invitation to a party he would be having that coming weekend.
-Damn, and I thought—hangon, a party!-
Smacking Marik's elbow, Yami sent him a hurried thought. The kid's having a party!
Really?
Yeah, this is perfect! I won't have to do a Ra-damned thing! Hn, I think Bakura has finally underestimated his hikari. Ryou's smart.
Of course he is, didn't 'Kura tell you he was taking AP Cal?
Yami grimaced. Hai, he did. Shuddering at the thought of long, complex equations, he broke contact with Marik. He noticed Yugi glaring at him but when he opened the link, all he felt was a devastating cold.
"Yugi…" he growled softly, both mentally and aloud. "Do not toy with me, aibou…"
"Toy with you!" Yugi hissed. "Since when did I toy with you?"
"Since when did you block me out completely?"
"Since when did you start talking with Marik more than you talk with me?"
"Since we started sleeping together."
Both Yami and Yugi turned to a grinning Marik. "You stay the hell out of this!"
Marik shrugged.
"Mssrs. Moto!" Storch's voice came grating upon their ears. Yami winced, his ears were especially sensitive.
"Hai, sensei?" Yugi piped, once more then innocent schoolboy.
You're not fooling anyone, aibou.
He sure looks convinced.
Have you forgotten who he is? Don't let him touch you!
Yugi grimaced and wrenched his shoulder from the sensei's grasp. Startled, Storch turned to glance at Yami, placing his hand back where it had been.
Yami shot out of his seat, hackles raised. He threw Storch's hand from his hikari's shoulder. "Don't. Fucking. Touch," he growled. Storch simply leered at him. Snarling, Yami lunged at the disgusting man only to be held back by Bakura. "Kura, let me GO!"
"No," the Tomb Robber said simply, practically throwing Yami down in his seat.
"What the fuck's with you?!" Yami retorted, standing again. His face was about an inch from Bakura's.
"Calm down, Yami."
"He's a fucking pervert. I don't want fucking perverts touching Yugi. How the fuck hard is that for you to understand?!" Yami cried, trying to punch Bakura and getting his fist caught by the Tomb Robber's stronger hand.
"Dude, chill it," Marik said. Not like I'd normally give a shit, but the rest of the class...
"Once again, stay the hell out of this!" Yami shot at the slightly worried Egyptian, his normally rich tenor voice a deadly whisper.
Worry evaporated. The golden-haired youth shrugged. "Your funeral, Pharaoh."
Yami snarled at him, then turned to Storch. He glared at the man until Storch's knees started to wobble, but then suddenly sighed, "Eh, you're not worth it."
Bakura, Marik, Yugi, and the rest of the class stared at him. Yami shrugged. "I haven't the energy to battle or banish him right now, and either would end up happening if we continued." Turning to Marik, he said, "Maybe next time I send you to the Shadow Realm, you'll have company."
Shoving a pointed finger in Storch's face, Yami seemed to transform. His ruby eyes narrowed and seemed to edge towards a more blackened color. His very body crackled with an unearthly energy and amethyst flames flared around him. Then he spoke. "If you lay so much as a breath upon Yugi again, there will be Osiris to pay."
Then, not even bothering with his school things, the Pharaoh of Ancient Egypt stalked down the row and out the classroom door.
Storch, being the first to recover, turned to Bakura and asked shakily, "What's Osiris the god of again?"
"The underworld, you twit," the Tomb Robber spat, and left to find the Pharaoh.
I changed the Marik lines to something better. R&R, please.