Misao: W00! 154 reviews! O.o WOW! This one is catching up to "Love That Transcends Time" Anyways, Sorry, again, for the late update. o.o I'm sure your all used to it by now, though. XP
Warnings: Same old song. XP And! I don't own the song, "UNFINISHED" by X JAPAN.
Pairings:Bakura x Seto, Yami x Bakura x Marik
Ana Ohebak
Chapter 11
Wipe your tears from your eyes
just leave and forget me
no need to be hurt anymore
Go away from me now
I don't know what is love?
no need to be hurt anymore
you said, "I miss you so much
every night thinking of you
and facing loneliness"
But when you feel sadness
never can I stay with you
I'm not the one you need
close your eyes and forget me
there's nothing I can do anymore
I lost my way
I've been walking in the night of tears
there I found someone was holding you
as the night was falling down
with my love also vanished my vision of you
my heart is cold now
you said, "I need you always
everyday thinking of you
and living loneliness"
But when you feel sadness Go away from me now Can't find my way…
never can I stay with you
I don't know what is love?
no need to be hurt anymore
I have to do a double take, and even after that it takes me a moment to register exactly who is standing in front of us.
Seto. Kaiba.
No fucking way.
Your shitting me!
I think I'm going into denial. Seto Kaiba is not standing in front of me, he is not wearing that fucking smirk he always has, and he is certainly not eyeing me like I'm a piece of fucking meet. Fuck, obviously someone hasn't gotten any. That makes two of us, but I was just about to get some. Denial? Oh yes, I'm still trying ignore the fact that he's there, but sadly Yami has to go and smash the hopes of myself being delusional.
"You…" He hisses. Hmm, that was kind of sexy. No, I'm not trying to distract myself, not all.I'm not trying ignore the fact that my ex-lover is standing in all of his glory at the Pharaoh's doorstep looking down on us like we're a peice of shit on the bottom of his shoe. Ah, what I wouldn't give to go back a few months and use one of the countless opportunities I had to personally deform him in places so that I could bring him down a few notches. I'm honestly begining to think he's worse then the Pharaoh.
"Yami." Seto, with that permanent smirk, tilts his head in greeting at the Pharaoh. Next thing I know those cold, but oh-so enticing eyes of his are on me. I glare in return. This guy has balls. Big ones. So big he needs that huge ass limo to carry him around, "Well, long time no see, Thief. I have to say though, your really letting yourself go."
"Fuck you!" I snarl, about to launch at him when he holds up a hand. Said hand I'm tempted to bite right off if he sticks it in my face one more time, but for now I hold myself back, as he might actually have something worthwhile to say.
"Ah ah ah, I don't think attacking me would be in your best interest." He says matter-o-factly, crossing his arms over his chest, looking rather smug. So cocky! Oh yes, a few notches indeed.
I narrow my eyes suspiciously, though I'm sure he doesn't need to be reminded of the fact that I hardly trust him and currently loathe his exsistance, "Oh? And why not? I think ripping off your pair would definitely be in my best interest, after all, it's what got us in this situation in the first place!" I remind him. Maybe if he had better control over his dick, or perhaps if he backed the fuck off once in a while and didn't demand sex on a daily basis we could have avoided this situation, speaking theoretically as if the child is his an not Marik's, anyways.
He doesn't look phased in the least, but I really wasn't expecting any threats or otherwise rude comments from me to effect him, he's used to it after all. I'm sure the Pharaoh's mutt friend has called him every insult under the sun, and then some. Though I personally find my threats to be much more effective and indimidating then the blondes. After all, I have no quarrels with breaking laws and I'm certainly not afraid to go through with my threats as these mortal law enforcments can't do a thing about it.
"I came to talk to you. I have an offer." Ah, to the point as always. He's really predictable in some aspects. He comes, he mocks, he states, he leaves with a dramatic wave of his long coat. The end.
"Leave Kaiba. We want nothing you have to offer." Oh, I forgot the Pharaoh was here. How did I manage that one? Though I'm a little agitated by the fact that he feels I can't handle this situation on my own. I've had to deal with Seto in far more intimate, and so clearly far more difficult, situations then he ever has. I don't understand why he doesn't think I'm capable of taking care of myself. I did just fine without him, and I did fine with him trying to banish me all the time too. Now he wants to be my hero? Sorry, Pharaoh dearest, I don't play that game.
I must give him credit though, that one got an eye twitch out of Seto. And now those narrowed eyes are once again on Yami, who, as expected glares back evenly. He's not afraid of the Priest after all, he's kicked his ass more then once. He's kicked all of our asses more then once, but I'd rather not dwell on that fact.
"I don't believe you have anything to do with this. I don't recall you ever being a candidate as the child's potential father." Seto bites back. He's got the Pharaoh there, as I have never actually had sex with the Pharaoh. I was about to, and now that I think about it, just how desperate am I? I think I'm actually glad the CEO is here, for he's brought me back to my senses a bit so at least now I'm not being completely needy and angsty. I suppose the Pharaoh really brings that out in people.
"Yes, but I wasn't the one who threw my pregnant lover out into the streets! You have no right to be here!" Yami growls, attempting to shut the door in his face, only to have Seto easily push it back open and step inside, his attention back on me.
"Come with me, Bakura. I want to speak to you privately." And that would be an order, for he obviously doesn't care about my opinion on that. Does he really think he can just waltz back into my life like this? Well, of course he does. He's Seto Kaiba, Ra's gift to this world, because obviously the Pharaoh wasn't enough. What is it with royalty and their need to order people around? I'm so sick of it. First Pharaoh with his ordering me around for my own well being, and now Seto wants to drag me out to Ra knows where to do Ra knows what.
"What are you on this time? You really think I'll come back with you!?" I ask in astonishment. I have to at least try and get out of it. I'm no one's bitch and I'll be damned if I go down without a fight. Or at least a decent argument. I so do love to delay people.
The bastard grabbed my arm! I'm in shock, his balls keep growing. If they get any bigger, they might just explode, if I don't deflate them first, that is.
"You will listen to me. Unless you would like to be reported, I'm sure they'd find you an interesting experiment." Oh, that's low. Threatening me?, "You should at least listen to what I have to say. You can leave afterwards." He's lying. I know it. He knows it. His dead Grandmother knows it! And honestly, I know he doesn't believe that threat will work. Who would believe him? A 3000 year old spirit? Please. They'd think the stress finally sent him into insanity. Unless he's talking about the whole male pregnancy thing. But they'd have to find me first, and I don't think they'll be getting to the Shadow Realm any time soon unless sent their by myself, in which case, either way they'd be dead within seconds. So there really is no lose-lose situation for me. Though all in all it would be highly annoying.
I suppose I should just go with him. I could always send him to the Shadow Realm, but there's a chance what he have to say would benefit me, however little that chance might be. If not, then yes, the Shadow Realm sounds like a good plan, though all-mighty Pharaoh over here might put a stop to it. And I'd rather be spared from his long speeches about what's morally right.
"Fine." I snarl, ripping my arm out of his grasp, giving him a scathing look to ensure he doesn't touch me again. I've been touched enough by him. In every way, every position and every place, I don't think I need to be touched by him again. The thought of how I used to let him treat me makes me shudder in disgust. Why did I let him get away with that? I should have thrown him down and gave him the pounding of his life so that he wouldn't even dream of walking again. But no, instead I was on the recieving end of that.
"Bakura!" Yami gasps in surprise, giving me a look that says he clearly thinks I'm out of my mind,"Are you crazy!?"
"Why yes, people have mentioned that to me a couple times…" I reply, smirking a bit at the fact that Yami really had to even ask. He's known me for over 3000 years, I was almost positive he was aware of the stability of my sanity. Obviously I gave him too much credit.
"Bakura this is serious! You can't actually trust him!" He argues, glaring at said person I can't trust. Does he even comprehend who he's talking too? His enemy who's tried to kill him for over 3000 years, and he's talking to me about trust? And apparently not only am I helpless now, I can't think for myself either. I didn't think all of this came with pregnancy, I should send that damned TV to the Shadow Realm for leaving that part out.
"I couldn't trust you either, but I have been thus far. So far it's worked out for me, so why not?" I give Yami a pointed stare, "Don't argue. And don't follow either, for Ra's sake, I'm a big boy now. I wipe my own ass, I can handle this."
With that said, I give the Pharaoh a harsh slap on the back, one that was hard enough to hopefully get the point across that he was NOT to follow me. He gives me a persistant look in return, to which I ignore and walk out the door behind Seto.
As I follow the CEO out to his limo which is parked down the street, because Ra forbid him be seen near a cheap little game shop, I once again find myself questioning my own sanity. I may be crazy, I've known, accepted and relished in that fact, but this is bordering on something a bit more extreme. Why am I following Kaiba again? My initial reason was to shut him the fuck up, but really what could he possibly want with me now? More sex? After how much we fucked, I'd think he'd be bored with my ass by now. I knew before our so called 'relationship' started, I knew during, and I still know the only thing he wanted me for was sex. And I was fine with that then. I went through his shit once, but I sure as hell won't again.
But maybe, just maybe… I should stay with him. If that's what he's going to offer anyways. He could keep them away, Yami and Marik. He has kick ass security, not good enough to keep me away, but efficient enough to handle them. Dealing with his insatiable sex-drive and annoying attitude is much easier then dealing with the Pharaoh's sentimental bullshit. If I had it my way, I would stay with Marik, who's more then tolerable, but obviously that isn't an option.
What am I saying? I highly doubt that's what he has in mind. He most likely wants a quick fuck, though if their is an actual 'offer' as he put it, he'll most likely only tell me after he gets what he really wants. It'll be one of those 'I'll do this for you if you do this for me' things. Or it could be more like, "I'll do this for you if you do this for me, but I'm really not going to do shit for you but you don't know that.' That one sounds more likely..
I probably shouldn't be complaining though. While having three men wanting me is flattering in some twisted way, it's really annoying. But I'm sure other people wouldn't think so. I mean, I practically have a full course meal! Marik for the hot, passionate sex. Seto for the quick, rough fucks. And the Pharaoh for all my doting needs. What more could I possibly ask for? Well, it would be all fine and good if I had any say in anything. It seems like it's all on their terms and I'm sort of just there to be tossed around and shared at will.
Ra, what is wrong with me? All of these relationships have really screwed with my mind. I realize now that I should have stuck to bars, one-night stands are the way to go. No strings attached.
I seriously contemplate sending myself to the Shadow Realm to have my own soul ripped to shreds for a moment when I hear someone shout my name. A voice that's way to familiar. A voice that I had hoped not to hear again
I stop, and sigh loudly. I motion for Seto to go ahead, glaring when he gives me a dubious look, obviously doubting that I'll go on my own. After a few moments of glaring at each other, he gets into his limo. It's not long after that and it's driving away and I find myself dreading the incounter with the being behind me.
Goodbye ass kicking scene where I send Seto Kaiba to the Shadow Realm in a frenzy on awesome insanity, Hello again world of Angst.
"Marik…" I sigh, and turn around to face him. I might as well get this over with.
He stops a few feet away from me, panting. I didn't realize how cold it was until I noticed how the puffs of air fog up with each breath he took. His usual vibrant golden skin is a shade paler, leaving him with an almost sickly-looking complexion. I find myself vaguley wondering how long he had been outside in this near-freezing weather.
"Bakura…" He pants. I flinch and move my gaze elsewhere when he glances up at me with those deep violet orbs, not wanting to see that look in his eyes that I had seen so many times, even though I've just recently connected the look with an actual emotion.
"What are you doing here?" I ask coldly. I want this to be quick because the faster I'm away from him the better, then I can get to Seto and see what he has to offer. And if I'm lucky, my life might just be made a little simpler.
Finally, he stands up straight and takes a few steps towards me, and I'm reminded of the fact that he's a good few inches taller then myself. I just barely stop myself from taking a step back at the sudden diminishment of distance between us, however small it may have been. I can't let him know how much his mere presence effects me, as if he doesn't already effect me enough unconciously.
"Bakura… I want answers." He says, voice demanding, but oddly gentle at the same time, and I mentally curse can't he just yell at me? Hit me? I can deal with blunt anger so much easier.
"I gave you answers." I reply, in the back of my mind I take note that it's starting to snow. How appropriate for our angsty little scene. Ra, if this was a Soap Opera, I wonder if anyone would actually watch it? Sit there and cry as their favorite characters were torn apart by fate or some shit. You know where one dies and miraculously comes back to life. Oh wait, that actually happened.
"No, you gave me excuses." He growls, taking another step towards me. This time I do take a step back. I can't allow myself to be close to him right now.
"I told you to stay away from me. Why aren't you listening?" I snarl, clenching my fists tightly at my side, and praying that I'm coming off as intimidating as I'd like to. But I know it won't deter Marik. He's not afraid of me, though I so much wish that he was. I wish I could make him afraid of me, but I know I can't.
"Why are you avoiding the question?" He asks determinedly, eyes narrowed as he eyes me suspiciously. His gaze stays on my stomach for an alarmingly longer then it should have, and I feel my ice-cold dread clench around my heart. Of course, by now I've gained obvious weight, but I was hoping the baggy clothes I wore would hide that.
I sigh, and I hope it doesn't sound as defeated to him as it does to me, "Marik. Listen. What we had, it good and all. The sex was great, but that's all it was. We were fuck buddies, nothing more." I didn't mean to sound so harsh, and the guilt is almost too much for me when I see his hurt expression. So many emotions I hadn't even thought him capable of. Does that make me the bad guy?
"I had hoped we were at least a little more then fuck buddies. We did more the just fuck, Bakura." He defends weakly, gaze softening ever so slightly, but the determination is still clear.
"We didn't exactly do much more." Ra, I just want to get away from him. Every second I'm with him, I feel my defenses weakening. Why? Why him, and why Yami? I've never felt so easily broken by anyone other then these two, and my light before.
I find it hard to believe how much this man in front of me has the ability to affect me so. Before Marik came into my life and started treating me so differently, I was able to kill without a second thought. I would laugh at the small children who cowered in fear before me after I had ruthlessly slaughtered their parents, and I would kill them too without so much as blinking. And now all I'm trying to do is simply walk away, and I feel so damn guilty. Does he have any idea what he does to me?
"I know there's a reason, Bakura. You can throw all the lies at me that you want, but I know there's something else going on. I can sense it. There's something different about you. Why can't you tell me? Kaiba obviously knows, hell the Pharaoh knows! The Pharaoh! But I can't? Why!?" He's yelling now, and even though that's what I thought I'd prefer, it's sending me into some-sort of panic. I need to get away, he's too close, and he knows too much already… he can sense it? What in hell does he mean by that?
I turn to bolt, but he obviously expected as much and he grabs my wrist and yanks hard, causing me to crash into his chest. Talk about dé·jà vu. Didn't I just go through this with Yami? I quickly move as far away from his as I can with his hands still around my wrists.
"Marik, don't…" I sigh, lowering my gaze to the ground. I can't look at him, I hate what he does to me. And I hate the fact that I can't bring myself to hate him too.
"No, Bakura. You don't! Don't lie to me. This has something to do with me, I know it does. I want to know what the fuck is going on with you!" Damn him for being so persistent! He moves his hands from my wrists and grips my shoulders rather tightly.
"Marik, look. It has nothing to do with you, I swear to whatever God you want me to swear to that it doesn't!" I yank my arm out of his grasp, "The world doesn't revolve around you, and some things you really shouldn't stick your nose in. This is one of them."
"Bakura-" His eyes darken slightly, and I can tell he's trying hard to hold back something. Tears perhaps? Marik? Crying? What is this world coming to? For a split second, I feel anger. And a word flashes in the back of my mind - Disgusting . How could Marik let these emotions bring him down? How can such a strong creature let an infatuation like this so-called 'Love' lead him to such weak desperation?
Then I'm reminded of the reality of the situation. I'm being hypocritical. Was I not the one who was weeping in the arms of my enemy? Am I not taking refuge there and hiding from the source of my problems? Marik is so much stronger then me, though a few months ago I would never have admited it even to myself. He had the strength to reveal an obvious weakness and confess his 'feelings' for me. And even after I rejected him, here he is, refusing to back down. I've always admired his determination, but right now it's really inconviniant for me.
Look at what all these mortal emotions cause. This is why I've never bothered with them. They make you dependant, and they blind you, cause you to lie. It's just so much easier to not care.
The thing is, I'm not even doing this for something of such a level as this 'Love'. I'm doing it for the bond we had; we have. Friendship? I suppose it could be called that. I know if he were to find out what I'm hiding from him, he would hate me. Hate this burden I've put upon him. And I'm trying to protect that. Despite how much I mock friendship, and being dependant, I find myself not wanting to lose what I have with Marik, and I'm going to such lengths to keep it from happening despite the fact that I don't even clearly know why I care so much. Maybe, if the child isn't his, I'll tell him then. Then, perhaps we can go back to the way things used to be?
Against my better judgment, I raise a hand to cup his cheek, which is smooth and flawless as always. His eyes widen slightly, and his lips part as if he wants to say something, but I shake my head, forcing myself to hold his gaze.
"Just forget me." They're not the three words he wanted to hear, I'm sure. But they probably had the same effect but on completely opposite levels.
"You don't understand Bakura," He breathes, "I need you. I didn't think is was possible to need someone so much. But I do." He confesses, eyes filled with barely concealed hurt, but the strong determination never wavering.
It's taking a lot of effort on my part to keep myself from giving into the strong gaze, and hiding myself away in his arms, but I give him a weak smirk none the less, "No, you don't. Your strong Marik. So much more then me. Crazy I'd admit that, huh?" I chuckle slightly, "But it's true. Your strong, and you need someone by you who can match that strength,"
"What? How can you cay that Bakura? You've survived this fucked up world for 3000 years-" He begins to argue, but I cut him off sharply, knowing where he was heading.
"And look what it's done to me!" I snap, "It's broken me Marik, as much as I loathe admitting it." I take a shaky breathe and continue, "No matter what you say it's not going to happen."
He looks as if he's about to protest again, but he doesn't get the chance as I move the hand that's on his cheek around to his neck, and pull him down roughly so that my lips are centimeters from his, "I can't love you, and I can't stay with you, I'd only bring you down, I'd only hurt you more."
At that, I place a light kiss on his lips. One last time. I'll give him that much. I pull away slowly after a moment, not giving him the chance to deepen it. I remove my arms from around his neck and step away.
"Maybe one day, Marik. I'll be able to tell you. But don't wait for me, okay?" I stare into his eyes, trying to get my point across. After what seems like forever, he nods. I sigh in relief, and back away from him.
As I walk away, I hear the door to the game shop open. The Pharaoh must have seen it all, and probably heard most of it too. Once I'm far enough away, I glance behind me, only to quickly look away again before they notice, but I feel slightly relieved.
There was Yami, kneeling on the ground next to Marik with a hand on his back, who had sunk to the ground, screaming curses at me, calling me a coward. But I feel better knowing the Pharaoh, with his unsurpassable urge to help people, will watch after Marik in his own way for me. I'm not too worried though, Marik is strong, he'll survive.
Perhaps Yami could take my place, and together they could both forget me….
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