Paige: D: It's scary here! It's raining and lightinging!
Jess: Don't you mean lightning?
Paige: O_o Yeah. Dat stuff. It's scary. It's everywhere. DX Sadly, I picked during a tornado warning to start typing this up... I-I'm going to go hide out in the bathroom now. DX
Jess: O_O -sighs- Well, have fun reading this chapter. We don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or music by Katy Perry, The Cab or… +44. :DD Credit goes to them and their wonderful songs we stuck in here. Oh, and Patrick Stump is from Fall Out Boy! :3 -_- And don't worry, only Miley Cyrus' songs were mentioned but, we don't own them either. And... we don't own- yeah... we already said Yu-Gi-Oh!
Paige: -_- Yup. Now, I'mma gonna type. Though... I'm tempted to put it off until tomorrow...
Jess: (Remember, Katy Perry's 'Hot N' Cold', and The Cab's 'Zzzz',+44's 'Make You Smile', are not ours an any way. :DD)
Chapter XI
"…is this your idea of fun?" Bakura asked, setting down his soda.
Marik grinned, picking up the microphone and walking over to the machine to pick out a song.
"It is." his tone had was smug. "And you shouldn't be having fun to… you're the one who is paying for this after all."
Bakura rolled his eyes, hoping he still had his debt card somewhere in his pocket. He felt around for a minute, finding the card but not removing it from his pocket.
"What are you even going to sing?" Bakura asked, propping his feet up on the table in front of him, his eyes looming over towards Marik's direction.
"Hot N Cold, by Katy Perry," came Marik's short reply.
"Oh Ra… please say it's not true…"
"What? That Katy Perry is hot? No, I highly doubt-"
"No, you dolt!" Bakura interrupted. "That your singing that song!"
"Do you have a problem with my singing?" the Egyptian asked impatiently, tapping his foot angrily as he glared at Bakura.
"No… not really."
"Then why does it matter if I sing or not?"
"Because…"
Marik ignored Bakura and began to play the music anyway.
"You…
Change your mind…
Like a girl…
Changes clothes,"
Bakura's eyes widened. His friend wasn't half bad. Not as good at Patrick Stump but he was still pretty damn good. He could listen to him without cringing and wanting to tell him to shut up at least.
"Yeah, you…
Be a mess…
Like a bitch,
I would know,"
The albino had started to tap his foot along with the rhythm… Marik was making this song ten times better that what he was expecting it be.
"Cuz your hot and your cold,
Your yes and your no,
Your in and you out,
Your up and your down…"
About three minutes later the song was over and Marik collapsed on the couch beside Bakura. He grinned widely, a bit of sweat lining his forehead and he was still breathing a bit heavily than he normally would.
"How was that?" he asked.
"Hm…" Bakura paused. "I could do better."
Marik smirked.
"Is that a challenge?"
Bakura shoved Marik playfully.
"You know I don't sing."
"Aw, come on Bakura, I know you want to."
Bakura glared.
"C'mon, c'mon, I know you do!"
"No, Marik, I don't."
"I'll hug you!" Marik pleaded.
"No."
"I'll sing with you!"
"No." the albino hissed.
"Well… I'll do that anyway. Please?"
"No."
"Kuuuuraaaa…" Marik whined as he tugged on Bakura's shirt sleeve.
"Maarikk…" Bakura imitated with a smirk as Marik huffed.
"IF you don't, I'll make you."
Bakura chuckled.
"I'd like to see you try."
Marik grinned. "Heh… you want me to try?"
Bakura rolled his eyes. He really didn't care if Marik tried… he probably wouldn't do anything drastic to make him get up and sing.
"If you don't get up and sing…"
Whatever it is, it can't be that bad… Bakura thought, looking at Marik.
"I'll start singing… Miley Cyrus." Marik announced loudly. Bakura stood up abruptly and took the microphone as soon as Marik had announced his threat.
The albino didn't care for the pop/country singer. Not many his age really did any more. How wanted to see the girl dance around on stage singing songs about her 'other' life. Yeah, it didn't make much sense, didn't everyone know that she was Ha- forget it. Bakura didn't want to think of the stupid show much longer.
"Fine, I'll sing. I'll bloody sing."
"Yes!" Marik fist-pumped, and brung his knees up to his chest.
Bakura played a random song but, it had fairly familiar lyrics to it.
"I'm up, down,
I'm spinning around,
I'm high, dry,
And kicked to the ground.
I'm lost and I'll never be found…"
Marik stared at Bakura, wonder filling his eyes. He was… awesome!
"My lips were,
Much to shy,
The lines about you,
They never rhymed.
And you said I never get things right…"
Bakura had started to tap his food almost to the beat, just as a extra precaution so he didn't get behind.
"I never said I was the best thing for you…"
What Bakura didn't notice, is that a bright flash of light circled Marik. The Egyptians hair grew wild and there stood… Yami Marik.
"And baby, where'd you go?
I need you here tonight…"
Yami Marik frowned. What the hell was Bakura even singing?
"Singing myself to sleep,
And your still my favorite melody…
It's been three weeks,
How long can this go on?
Singing myself to sleep,
Your haunting my every memory…"
Bakura took a deep breath.
"Get out; goodbye. Get out of my life… Goodnight."
Oh, was this what Bakura wanted to say to him? Yami Marik frowned. His light was going to pay dearly for this… And with a bright flash of light, he was gone, and his light was sitting there…
I get the feeling I've missed out on something… Marik thought to himself. He shook the feeling and continued to clap to the beat. Bakura smugly smirked and finished the song. Marik stood up immediately and began clapping.
"Whoo!" he laughed and walked over to the albino. "That was great!"
"Hrm…" Bakura growled, making his way back to his seat. Marik reached out and grabbed the thief's shirt, abruptly yanking him back.
"What the bloody- Marik!"
"I'm not done with you yet." Marik grinned with a wink. Bakura couldn't help but blush. He shook his embarrassment away.
"What do you mean?"
Marik grinned wider.
"I want to sing a duet with you!"
Bakura was a taken aback, but he didn't show it.
"I don't want to sing anymore bloody songs." he growled.
"Hm… okay. Now, Can't Be Tamed…"
"Okay! Okay! I will not have you blasting that bloody Miley Cyrus crap!"
Marik's eyes twinkled with amusement.
"I thought you'd say that."
"Hmph."
"So, what song to you want to sing Fluffy?" Marik asked cooly and began flipping through the songs.
"I don't care, just pick a bloody song so I can get this over with."
"Hmph." Marik grimaced. "Fine. I choose this one."
Familiar piano music started out slowly. Bakura recognized it immediately. The first verse, he assumed it was his, was coming up. Drums and light guitar started as did the words.
"The first time I saw you, you turned away,"
"I couldn't see with the sun shining in my eyes." Marik sung back with a smile.
"I said hello, but you kept on walking,"
"I'm going deaf the sound of the freeway."
The song continued and even Bakura started to smile. He kept the beat easily with his foot as he waited.
"I don't… don't wanna take ya home, Please don't, don't make me sleep alone. If I could, I'd wanna want to make you smile, if ya stay with me awhile." They sung together.
The song continued smoothly, both teens had small smiles on their faces. It ended all but to soon, and everyone who had heard began clapping.
Marik bowed while Bakura just fidgeted for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck.
After the crowd had dispersed, Bakura got an evil smile on his face. "Heh…now it's time to do something that I will enjoy…"
"Bakura… this isn't fun…" Marik cringed when more blood appeared on the body.
The albino shook his head. "No. I think this is plenty of fun." he grinned evilly. He watched the body for a second longer.
"No! Bakura, turn off the stupid TV!" Marik cried out. "This is the fourth one I've had to watch with you. I swear, I'm going to dream about killing people now…"
Bakura rolled his eyes. IT wasn't that bad when you dreamt about killing people. He would know.
Marik marched up to the TV, since Bakura refused to, and switched it off.
"What the bloody hell Marik! I was watching that!" Bakura hissed.
The Egyptian wagged his finger inches in front of Bakura's face.
Bakura thought about biting it off.
"It's my turn to watch TV!" Marik stole the remote from the side of the couch and clicked back on the TV. He flipped through the channels. After around sixty he found one that he liked enough that he would sit down and watch it. But of course, he wasn't really going to watch it. He was just making Bakura suffer.
Seconds later Marik stood up abruptly.
"I'm going to make me something to eat, do you want anything, Bakura?"
The albino shook his head, a scowl now present on his face.
The former thief watched the Egyptian out of the corner of his eyes. He smirked at the thought that popped into his head.
Marik needed to be punished.
The thief stood up and stretched for a moment, before sneaking his way into the kitchen.
Marik had his back turned away from Bakura and was facing the sink. The albino grinned. This was almost to easy.
He walked silently up behind Marik, who seemed to be washing his hands. He wrapped his arms around the Egyptian's waist. Marik stiffened in surprise as he was yanked closer to the thief. Bakura smirked and leaned in close to Marik's ear. He shut his eyes and whispered,
"Since you didn't like my first idea of fun, let's try something new."
"Hmph. Thought you'd never ask." Another voice growled, but it wasn't Marik's. Bakura's eyes shot open as he realized it was Marik's yami. He struggled to let go of his waist, but Yami Marik held the hands there tightly.
"You know… Bakura, you've been a bad boy…"
"Let go of me." the albino hissed and fought to get away. He heard the other yami chuckle.
"But, Bakura, you're the one holding onto me."
"Only because your making me."
"Sure I am Bakura." Yami Marik said, grinning. "And, you grabbed onto me first, Baku-chan."
Bakura fought against Yami Marik one last time and sadly he couldn't over power the other yami. He huffed angrily.
"Could you please let go?" Bakura asked, his non happy tone showing.
Yami Marik paused for a second. Then he tilted his head back and grinned.
"No." came his short reply. Then the Egyptian yami's eyes narrowed into a glare. "Is there something wrong about doing it with me?" he asked. "What's the difference between having sex with my hikari and me… enlighten me."
"A ton." Bakura sighed. "You two are total opposites. You may look a tad similar but, you two are two are far from the same." the albino paused, trying to think of more things to keep Yami Marik distracted. "Marik is… more… non-evil than you and your… your…"
"I'm?" Yami Marik urged, letting go of Bakura's hands so he could turn around and face him properly.
"Evil." Bakura stated flatly.
"So if I was sweet and cuddly like my hikari, you'd have sex with me?" the tanned yami asked.
"Probably not. You'd act like him but it would still be to bloody creepy." the thief blanched.
"Then what do I have to do?" Yami Marik raised an eyebrow. "You don't like how I normally act but, you don't want me to act like my light… There's nothing I can do to please you?"
"Hm… I guess your right. I suppose it's hopeless." Bakura's voice became slightly smug.
"That's… that's unfair!" Yami Marik yelled. "You want to have sex with my hikari but, not me!"
Bakura thought for a moment. "That's the jist of it."
Yami knit his eyebrows. He didn't understand… his hikari was so… hikarish. How could someone like Bakura, a yami if he ever saw one, like someone like that?
"…Opposites attract." Bakura said, almost as if he'd read the other yami's mind. Yami Marik growled and rolled his eyes.
"I refuse to accept that."
Bakura raised an eyebrow. What did the Egyptian yami mean?
"My hikari is nothing compared to me." Yami Marik spat.
"Hm, modest aren't we?"
"Shut up." Yami Marik hissed acidly. "You'll see someday. You'll see… I don't want to have to make you…" And with that being said, a blinding flash of light appeared. A limp hikari Marik fell into Bakura's arms. The yami had been taking more energy out of him lately.
"Marik…?" Bakura asked nudging him. The Egyptian's eyes flickered open, and he smiled warmly at Bakura.
"Hello… what… happened?"
"It was your… yami."
Marik's smile fell and his gaze turned to the floor.
"…I hate this…" Marik whispered. Bakura sighed and pulled the weak body into a hug. He stroked Marik's hair and tried his best to comfort the Egyptian.
"It'll be okay Marik… it'll be okay."
However, Bakura still wondered, what exactly the other yami was planning.
Paige: . . .
Jess: XDD Hah… didn't we write a fanfic called Opposites Attract?
Paige: . . .
Jess: -_- is Harvest Moon Animal Parade that important to you?
Paige: . . . I played. . . For ten hours. . . Straight. . .
Jess: O_O
Paige: Then, I typed until 2 a.m. -_- It's a quarter til 3 right now.
Yami: =A= Get some sleep.
Paige: Nah, I'm going to go play some more video games. . . I'm praying that I'm not going to be dragged off to church in the morning.
Yami: -_- Review. Then Paige won't spend 10 hours playing a video game.
Paige: Which, reminds me (for some odd reason) Megan, since you won the last contest, sadly I'm not going to let you win the 100th reviewer. XP Can't win twice Megan. We need to keep it fair. -_- You review to many times just wanting to win.
