MP: God, this took a fucking while. This chapter is what I lovingly refer to as a bullshit chapter. Because its made basically so I can bullshit my way through a chapter with no regards for what I just wrote about in the last chapter.
Cee: The entire story is bullshit
MP: Disclaimer, now.
Cee: MP doesn't own Yugioh, affiliates, or any references she may make in the course of this fic.
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They had almost made it to the car.
Whether or not they would come back for Malik and Ryou was not determined.
Then the damn security guard, who had probably been a friggin track runner in high school had tackled both of them AT THE SAME TIME.
How is that possible?
So here they were, sitting in front of a short, bald man in a red golf shirt and khakis. Fucking KAHKIS!
Marik was beside me, not nearly as in shock as I was, having just been assaulted by a security guard in a movie theater parking lot, and dragged into the managers office.
In fact, he was smirking, the prick.
"Stop smirking you jackass" I hissed at him.
"Stop hissing you dumb ass" he said.
"Boys" Baldie said. "Please"
"Please what?" Marik asked.
Baldie blinked, then brushed it off. "I want you to know that I am open to young people who want to express their opinions about movies and politics and the like, but-"
"But you're tired of us little shits invading your theater" Marik offered, earning him an elbow to the ribs from me.
"I want you both to know that I am against banning people from going to the movies," Baldie said, "But I am against others ruining the experience for others with cell phones and unnecessary interruptions."
"We're very sorry, we won't do it again" I said impatiently, "Can we go now?"
"Not just yet boys" Baldie said. "I have some more questions for you"
"Okay then, spit it out Baldie" Marik said, smiling.
My veins were almost popping out of my head. "Marik Ishtar," I growled. "Shut your mouth."
He glanced sideways at me, then his cold amethyst eyes were back to Baldie, who was looking at him with a mix of frustration, challenge, and a flicker of nervousness.
"Boys," he said, "I listen to the radio every day in here"
"Well, fuck me pink with a hairy arse! I KNEW you did something in here!" Marik cried.
I was ready to kill him.
"Alright, one more outburst like that and you will be in serious trouble" Baldisaid, trying to look as dangerous as possible.
Marik rolled his eyes.
"Now, as I was a saying. I listen to the radio, and today there was quite a lot of news about a certain stolen Volkswagen bus"
I felt myself go paler than I already was.
"And it was spotted by several people speeding down the highway, playing ah..." he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "'A rumor in St. Petersburg' if I remember correctly"
"The things some people like" I said, trying to keep my face as calm as possible.
"It is also reported that the driver of said vehicle was going at least 20 miles over the speed limit, and gave everyone on the road an obscene hand gesture"
Marik was shaking.
I glanced over, expecting to see him finally scared into sanity, and pale as I currently was.
But he wasn't shaking in fear.
He was laughing.
The bastard was laughing!
We could possibly be going to jail for e very very long time, and he was laughing about it!
I suddenly had to pee very badly.
"They then reached the Plutopia amusement park, abandoned the car and terrorized the entire park, even terrorizing one snow cone vendor with what appeared to be a makeshift lance"
Marik shook even harder.
"After holding a roller coaster hostage they escaped into a nearby BMW and escaped the pursuing officers after a high speed chase."
What a load of bull crap.
"What do you boys have to say?" Baldie asked.
"I would like to say that they are probably very misunderstood little boys who are reaching out for love and acceptance, and you should not put adorable people like that in jail." I said quickly, my eyes hopefully convincing this guy to NOT call the cops.
"Bakura, shut your mouth" Marik said. "And you," he said to Baldie. "Do not scare me, you cheese dick. And you can take the deed to this crappy movie theater and shove it up your anus, because the seats are broken and your popcorn tastes like puke from a mule thats been ruminating on asparagus for three weeks. So keep your threatening threats to yourself, before I go 'Inglourious Basterds' on your bald ass. If you were going to call the cops you would have already"
"Call the cops?" Baldie asked, his face fire engine red. "Why would I do that?"
I froze. "You weren't...going to call the police?"
"Why would I call the police? You guys didn't even commit a crime"
"But..." I trailed. "Then why did you tell us that story then?"
Baldie sighed, "Because I am trying to keep you boys out of a life of crime. If you keep doing things like you did today, you're going to end up like those juvenile delinquents"
Shiz.
Marik seemed to have gone into a state of shock.
"Uh..." he pushed out.
"Listen here. I do not appreciate you little pissants coming in here and criticizing my work, especially to my face," he glared at Marik. "My bald face"
Marik chuckled. "Has anyone told you that you look like Christoph Waltz when you get angry?"
"He's not saying you're a Nazi though" I said.
"Wasn't even thinking" Marik smirked. "Mr. Landa..."
Baldie looked like he had some very choice phrases for Marik.
"Sir, he has a drinking problem-" I started.
"Shut up, let him fight his own battles" Baldie said, glaring at me.
"Yeah, because you only outweigh me by 500 pounds" Marik snickered, clearly enjoying the fact that he was NOT going to jail.
"You son of a whore" Baldie growled.
"You shouldn't talk about your mother that way" Marik said.
"He also suffers from split personalities" I blurted. "And he hasn't taken his medication, so I think we should go and-"
"White boy, if you do not shut your pie hole I will staple it shut for you" Baldie said, pointing at me.
"Yes sir" I said, sinking a little lower in my seat. If I had a pen right now, this guy would be SO dead...
Or a Bible, half filled water bottle, spork, Capri Sun straw, battery, or even an ice tray. Any one would do the trick.
I could do it. I've practiced all of them...
I wonder what Ryou and Malik are doing...
Ryou probably woke up by now...
Maybe with his head on Malik's shoulder...again...
It was disturbing.
Ryou, my little host...
Nonono, wait. Ryou wasn't my host anymore, I cannot control what he does.
I've never fully gotten over that, not fully being part of Ryou's life.
When I met him, he had no sense of himself. He had no idea who he was or what he was meant to do, which was perfect for me. I am not above brainwashing.
I made him believe that he was put on this earth to do nothing but serve me. And when you brainwash a 7 year old, it usually sticks...
Those were long years. It took a long time to mold him into what I wanted him to be, and by then he had met that Yugi and his gang of ingrates.
Then it got bad.
Ryou started getting all of these ideas about his life, and 'who he was' and 'what he was meant to do', which pissed me off a lot.
I realized he was a waste of 8 years, so I set my sights on finding a new residence.
Duelist Kingdom was a great time. The only problem was that Yugi and the ingrates were still alive.
And Ryou betrayed me.
That was the final straw for me.
Him and his thinking was getting on my nerves.
So I stopped asking permission more and more. I used to ask before I took the body, then I just took it when I pleased, leaving Ryou to constant black outs and constant wake ups. This went on and on until Battle City, where I met Malik.
My first impression of him was that he was a spoiled little pissant who probably had no idea what he was doing. Boy George, did that change.
We were not friends. Associates, partners, acquaintances, what have you, but when I lost that duel to Yugi and Ryou and I were all but separated, it was almost physically crippling at first.
Ryou and I had become so in tune to each others emotions, it was as if my soul was being ripped in two. It was like taking conjoined twins and sawing them apart with a buzz saw.
Battle City was not enjoyable.
To my pride especially, when I lost that duel to Marik. I spent very little time in the shadows, I thought maybe if I got a little closer to Ryou, the pain would subside.
But I couldn't find him. I was stuck with half my soul hanging out of the puzzle, and the other half crawling around the shadow realm, with absolutely no luck.
It was a good thing I gave up when I did. Marik's seemingly endless victories had finally run out, and Battle City was over.
I was apart from Ryou for a long time.
I could still hear his thoughts, he could still hear mine, but I no longer had access to the body.
This went on for four months, and I almost went mad.
Its hard to be controlling when you're not inside the item your meant to be inside. It takes a lot of concentration to control something that isn't in your possession, so thats what I did in those four months.
When I finally did get back to the Ring, I couldn't even fully disengage myself from the puzzle, which used to bug the shit out of me, but then I saw the potential of it. If and when the Pharaoh went back to Egypt, I would follow him.
Ryou had changed in very small ways, and even if the change was minuscule, I DID notice, even if he thought I didn't.
The way he said things, the things he was thinking, even his actions emanated a certain...
I can't find a word.
I knew what it was though. I was finally rubbing off on him, and he was turning into a very discrete smart ass.
I was joyed to no end at this realization.
With a hint of smart assiness, it gave me hope that he would be able to fend for himself when I was gone. Without me there to protect him, and make sure he didn't do anything stupid...
But it wasn't my responsibility to protect him, it never was. It just...felt like it was...
It wasn't my world I was living in, it wasn't the time period I belonged to, and I had gotten too comfortable in this world.
Yet when I had my body back, I felt incomplete. My soul was there entirely but my mind was not there at moments.
Sometimes on my own I would just find myself staring into space and what I saw wasn't what was in front of me. I saw a little girl running in a back yard, a large childish smile plastered on her face, then I saw a hospital room, with moonlight filtering in through the window, a bloody bandage on my arm. Finally, I saw a staircase, the hot Egyptian sun beating onto it and my back.
As the end came nearer and nearer and my confidence in my victory rose and fell like the sun, the flashes became more frequent. As they increased, it seemed as though my mind was constantly trailing 10 feet behind me, and by the time it caught up with me, I'd already made a mistake, and it yelled at me.
I was fucked and I knew it.
At the end I lost it.
Thousands of years gone down the toilet like a dead fish.
They underestimated me, as usual. 'Yay, the Thief King and Zorc are gone! Lets have a goddamn ice cream social!'.
Lets not.
I was hanging on by the tips of my damn fingers to that Ring, hoping to God that I was going to make the journey back to the present.
I blink, and then suddenly there I am.
Whole again, Ryou passed out on the steps to the tomb, right where I left him, his dream memories still raging in his mind.
He could sense me, and he said nothing. He knew I was still there, and he said nothing.
I'd treated him like a dog for years, but he wasn't ratting me out.
It was at that time that I realized maybe I wasn't the only one who felt the void in my soul when the other wasn't around.
He kept his mouth shut, and went along with what the ingrates were doing. Quietly following them around and not making too much noise.
I wasn't entirely sure what would happen when the Pharaoh's light won, but I knew it was probably going to kill me.
What happened was...
Interesting.
I wasn't banished or killed or anything.
It spat me out.
It almost literally spat me out.
The strangest thing that could have happened with it was I could have come out covered in saliva. But no, I woke up outside.
The sun was hotter than it had been thousands of years before, and my breathing felt slightly unnatural. I was not sure what to do, or where to go.
The gasps were what turned me around. It turns out that I had not given the geeks enough time to vacate the premises.
Half their attention was focused to my left however.
What I saw there made me gasp as well.
Marik was on the sand beside me, his amethyst eyes open groggily and in annoyance at the bright sun disturbing his slumber.
I didn't know how it was possible at first, then the realization dawned on me.
During Battle City, when he had the Ring, he had implanted himself in the Ring, just as I had the Puzzle.
The next few moments were a blur. There was a scream, then lots of running.
The ingrates had the idea that Marik and I were going to kill them with weapons that we didn't have, and they bum rushed Ryou into the car and drove off.
Strangely, Malik just stood there.
He just stood there and stared at the two of us, with a blank expression on his face.
Marik and I glanced at each other, past wrongs forgotten in the moment of expectancy. It was the only time I ever saw Marik look truly nervous.
Then, Malik began to walk towards us slowly, as if he was in slow motion. He stopped right in front of us, staring down at the two of us, who probably had hilariously comic looks on our faces.
Then he did something I didn't understand.
He held out his hand.
I checked it carefully for a joy buzzer before I cautiously took it. He helped me up, and then did something I understood even less.
He offered it to Marik as well.
He said nothing, but walked away, and all we could do was follow him.
We followed him to the car, got in and drove back to the city. When we got there, we followed him to his place, which was strangely separate from Isis and Rishid's flat a few blocks away.
We stayed there all night, not sleeping, not eating. But there was talking, talking talking, and yelling, yelling, yelling, and even crying, crying, crying.
But there was also a couple hundred apologies made that night.
And in the morning there was a cool friendliness settled into our hearts for each other.
The next day, I settled out to find Ryou.
He was holed up in his miserable hotel room, surrounded by the geeks, who thought I was going to absolutely do him bodily harm.
Ryou called them off and we stayed in that room for two days. And once again, there was talking, yelling, and crying.
But there were even more apologies.
So much so that when it came time for Ryou to return to Domino, I was invited back with him.
Marik and I felt a connection between us in our dry sarcastic humor, and violence towards enemies, so it was unspoken that he would follow me when I left.
It was a surprise when Malik joined in.
I never asked him why he came with us, but I had a good idea that he was tired of the same old place and the same old people.
Ryou and I lived together like a dysfunctional family. In the beginning we had knock out, drag out, screaming fights with each other, then there was the period where we barely spoke, and then it got to where we are now.
Which is actual civil conversation.
Marik and Malik were over 90% of the time, which was fine with me. Ryou never protested their presence, but I felt an attraction between he and Malik.
They had never officially met, or even spoken to each other if I remember correctly.
My monologue of thought was interrupted when a cup of pencils crashed into the wall behind me.
Marik was laughing hysterically beside me. "That all you got?"
Baldie stood up, sending his chair crashing to the ground. "GET OUT OF MY THEATER!"
Well hell, thats all I needed.
I snapped up and grabbed Marik's arm. "Lets go!"
Marik didn't fight me, but was smirking as we ran out the door.
Outside, the movie was still playing, so the lobby was empty. Ryou and Malik were probably still inside, but I was hell bent on getting out of there so I was bolting out of the theater, still pulling Marik with me.
As we reached the parking lot, I saw Ryou and Malik leaning against the BMW.
"Where were you guys?" Malik asked.
"Getting the book thrown at us" Marik said, smiling widely.
"More like a pencil cup" I grumbled, "Get in the car so we can leave."
"No, we're taking another car" Marik said.
"No, we're taking this car" I protested.
"No we're not" Marik said, holding up a set of keys with a little figure of Patrick from Spongebob on it. "We're taking Yugi's Volvo."
Ryou laughed, Malik smirked, and I sighed. "Fine, just get us out of here."
Marik walked over to the Volvo and unlocked it. "You just gave me a license to kill."
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I honestly have no idea what took me so long to get this piece of crap out, but I profusely apologize, if anyone is still reading.
