Fanfic100 Claim
Fandom: Yugioh
Characters: Yami Bakura/Malik Ishtar
Prompt: #73: Light
Word Count: 911
Rating: T
Chapters: 10/100
Summary: A light shone through the dark cold gloom like a beacon, warm and inviting, it always made him stop.
Warning(s): M. Language. AU. No spoilers.
"GET HIM!" The call rang out through the dark filled street, followed by hasty heavy foot falls. Too many. He had put up a damn good fight. He had taken out their leader and three of his cronies. He supported a few cuts, bruise and a broken rib. Then like a plague of rats, the rest of the street gang swarmed in as if he was a meal. Too many of them to stay and fight. So he did the only thing that he could think of. He fled. "We're going to teach you a lesson!" The leader picked himself up and gave to the chase falling behind his comrades.
He hurried as fast as he could, leaping over trash cans, ducking into alleyways, over chain-link fences and through car-parks. It seemed that they weren't as nimble as he was, hearing them falling over, running into each other and even ran right into the side of a building. Holding in his side and gritting his teeth against the pain, he glanced back, he may have lost one or two, but there was still too many of them. "This is our turf!" They shouted after him.
He scaled up the fence and dropped down on the other side backing up and watching as they struggled to get over it. "C'mon guys," He gave his most charming dazzling smile he could muster. "All this hostility over a little night-time thievery."
"It was our target for tonight and you ruined it!" The leader sneered back.
Grin still in place, he held up the small bag of his stolen loot. "Have a heart for a little charity, it's my two year anniversary and I'm fresh out of cash." The group of thugs fell to the ground hard and gasped and withered in pain. Before they could get to their feet, he was fleeing again.
The rain fell and with it the fog blew in and he was soaked right to the bone within seconds. For forty-five minutes they had chased him through the dark gloomy night. He raced passed abandon warehouses, through the old shipping docks and through a hole in the fence. He stopped and turned back to see who was left. No sounds of feet hitting the wood plank dock, no calls rang out to find him... nothing but the rain falling and the chilly wind.
He grinned mischievously knowing he had lost every one of those thugs, his lover always said he had phenomenal stamina. He caught his breath back in those few moments and the pain of his injurers started to be notable. He turned limping the rest of the way home.
Soon he was walking down a dark street, all the houses were lined up and stood as dark as the night. They all looked the same to him. He glanced up ahead to the small house right at the end of the street. A light shone through the dark cold gloom like a beacon, warm and inviting, it always made him stop. It never seemed to amaze him that no matter how late or if he even showed up at all, that light would always be on just for him like a guide through the darkness.
Bakura's eyes flattered open when he felt the mattress dip and the glasses he was wearing were gently pulled off and the book that lay open on his chest was removed and put aside. A grin crept across his lips, "My stray kitten has come home, finally." It was true; his lover of two years was just like a cat. He just shows up at times so unexpectedly, half starved and beaten. He would hang about for a day or two or even a week while Bakura fed him up, clean his wounds and enjoy his company while it lasted. Malik would also leave without a word and nothing left behind to say that he had even been in the house, except for the remains of his natural scent on the pillows and bed sheets.
Malik's natural tan skin and lilac eyes glowed in the candle light of the bedroom and Bakura found himself caressing the bare shoulder and running his fingers down the other's arm. "Couldn't stay away on a night like this," Malik laid himself down on his lover's chest, folding up Bakura's glasses and holding them in his long fingers. Bakura shivered, Malik's skin was still partly wet and warm from the shower. "Besides." Malik pouted, "I wanted to see you. You've been working all week and my roof leaks and the powers out." They had many conversations about Malik moving in with him, but the other had refused saying he liked how things were going. Bakura didn't even know where Malik lived.
"You've been fighting again." Bakura remarked.
"I don't fight... I defend myself. Oh I got you something." Malik grinned as he lent over the side of the bed and held up a small bag. Bakura took it and sat up and pulled out a small bedside lamp. Bakura raised an eyebrow, it looked expensive. "I got sick of watching you trying to read by stupid candle light. Now you have a lamp." Malik got up setting it down on the bedside table and plugged it in. The room was instantly filled with a much warmer brighter light.
Yes, Malik grinned this lamp would serve as a better light to guide his way back to Bakura every time.
I'm having so much fun writing these little one-shots, couldn't help but making at least one of these 100shots where Malik is the thief, anyway Review. (Love and Cookies)