Sorry it's been a while since I last updated any of my stories! I kept just writing a paragraph and going to do something else… But either way I'm back and hope you like this chapter~
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh
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Chapter Eleven~ This Means War
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Ryou blinked slightly as he heard the door downstairs, Mariku had sent him to bed and said he would come in soon as they both normally slept in his bed upstairs since it was big and comfy and to be honest he was kind of use to sleeping with his brother so it made sense. That or he liked the lounge downstairs but Mariku quiet often said it wasn't good for him to sleep there constantly. But he had obviously fallen asleep alone as the time seemed different and he was defiantly alone. Maybe he should locate his captor? Yeah, why not. Sounded like a good enough plan, just as good as any other plan, he shrugged lazily flopping off the bed since he preferred to sleep on top of things so he dragged a blanket around to sleep under instead of the others sheets. Even though Mariku had started to do the same as he claimed it was annoying to sleep under the covers when someone else was sleeping on top. He sleepily waded his way to the door which the other had closed for some reason swaying slightly as he was tired —they had finished there movie just past midnight— and he found putting chocolate sauce on tofu tasted cool despite Mariku thinking it was gross too try and tried it anyway to confirm his theory. What did he know he wasn't a food critic. But it was almost one a.m. now. So he had gotten less than an hour sleep, great. His pale hand lazily twirled the handle of the door and pulled it open walking out onto the upstairs landing, "Mariku?" he asked quietly through the otherwise dead quiet house. Where was he? Ryou huffed walking around lazily, "Mariku!?" He tried again louder, "I found the cake stash! I'm going to eat them all!" Nothing. He huffed going towards the others garage and peeking in. Yeah, his car was missing and sadly he had no clue how to ride a motorcycle and Mariku hid his keys anyway and he had no clue how to hot wire stuff. He huffed going back into the main part of the house. What now? He would wait for the other to return for an explanation! Perfect plan! You don't leave you captive alone in the middle of the night! Then again he did it in the middle of the day so yeah... And he slept. Ok Mariku left a lot of opportunities to get away for a normal person minus the random location. His asthma was just an ass and kept him stuck here because he defiantly couldn't and wasn't going to risk having an asthma attack alone in the middle of nowhere and since Mariku mostly kept him inside his asthma was at bay. But right now he was bored and lonely!
Maybe he left a note? Probably not. He rolled his eyes moodily stalking the house searching in case the bigger male was nice enough to leave a note or just expected him to be asleep. Probably the sleeping one. Dick. He didn't want to sleep! It was plain boring all you do is get in special clothes on a special mattress to hallucinate for a couple hours before standing up and forgetting practically all your hallucinations or as most people would call dream. You practically put yourself in a mini comma for a few hours, who is there right mind would want to do that!? Well apparently the entire human race did it, so that was saying something. Everyone was bloody psychos! Well weird at least but that's kind of a known fact.
Hmm, what now? Should he wait on the couch, it'll probably take the teen a while to get where ever he was going and then get back. So what? Ryou sighed helplessly flopping onto the couch and glancing around, it was too quiet. It was boring, boring. Boring. "Get the hell back here Mariku!" Ryou yelled helplessly into the otherwise empty house. Sighing and pushing himself from the couch and practically anywhere else going to the front door and staring at it sadly hoping the other teen would come back soon, plus he hated to be left alone. Ok, maybe it made him nervous sometimes. Yes he actually spent quite a lot of time alone but he liked when someone was close in walking distance and he had a feeling Mariku currently wasn't. He glanced at the door sadly before flicking the lock and leaning against the opposing wall and sliding down staring helplessly off into space as he awaited his captors return. Even though he knew it wouldn't be for ages yet. He could still hope.
He really didn't want to be alone, not again. Never again. He wanted Mariku to return, he didn't care if he was his kidnapper, best friend, enemy, whatever the hell Mariku was. He wanted him back. Or he wanted his brothers, he sighed helplessly into his lap letting his breath run down the fluffy blue pants Mariku had got him like two weeks ago deciding it was cold and wanted him in such to get warmer clothes, so as it turned out Mariku had got him a bunch of random warm clothing. He really questioned what Mariku thought he was doing sometimes wasting all this money or stealing all this stuff for him would really do. He swore the teen was sure that this would be a permanent situation.
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Bakura smirked cheekily bashing his fist on the wooden door and waiting patiently for his insistent banging to be answered, licking his lips slightly as the door rattled and opened, "good morning Ms Ishtar a pleasure to see you this morning."
"Oh," Isis glanced down at the white haired teen curiously, "Bakura right?"
"That's me," he smirked showing his canine teeth off, "Malik's going to school right? I came to walk him."
"Oh that's so lovely of you," Isis smiled happily that her brother had a friend that he could walk with, "he'll be ready in a minute."
"Cool," Bakura smirked walking through the doorway and leaning lazily against the wall waiting patiently for the male who he had come for. Plus he still wanted answers for the others over reaction last night. It wasn't like he was acting any different but Malik reacted differently well to be honest he had seen slight changes in the boy over the last week or two but didn't expect it to execrate like this. It seems like Malik suddenly decided he was some germaphobe or something dumb. A smirk teased his pale lips as a tanned boy came down the stairs wearing all his random girls jewellery per usual and his silky white sports shirt that hung over his blue shorts and he seemed to have purple nikes on with some random white socks, he was currently to busy tying his hair back with a lavender ribbon to notice the two mahogany eyes looking him up and down.
"I'm going now Isis! Bye!" he quickly gave one last tug to his ribbon which would hopefully keep his hair back and out of his face. Slinging his bag on he finally looked up and his throat went dry, he felt his cheeks already growing hot at the sight of the white haired male staring dead at him, his mahogany eyes lacing up and down his own tanned frame with a lazy looking smirk, shit what colour were his cheeks!? They felt like a million degrees! He shook his mind away instead staring at the white shirt the other wore and how it hung limply on his skinny frame and consumed most of his shorts and his white socks seemed to lazy to hold themselves up as they folded and bunched around his black shoes, they looked pretty cool actually they had that weird soft material on them as well as canvas and whatever they made joggers out of with a thick looking sole. He couldn't help smirk slightly at the sight of Bakura before it dropped and realisation practically punched him in the face. Bakura was staring at him and he was just standing around with a probably goofy smirk. "Bakura! What are you doing here."
"We go to the same school don't we," Bakura raised an eyebrow.
"Y-eah," he agreed quickly walking down the rest of the stairs.
"So is it a crime to walk your friend to school. You are you one who labeled as us friends," Bakura huffed crossing his arms over his chest lazily, "I'm trying to be accommodating."
"Oh. Um…" Malik glanced down slightly, "no. Its nice company."
"Good, hurry the fuck up then," Bakura demanded, "unless you want to be late. Come on my pet."
"Coming," Malik nodded.
"So you are my pet."
"What!?" he jumped slightly as the other grabbed his hand walking him out the door.
"You never denied it. Maybe I'll get you a collar."
"I'm not a pet!"
"I've heard that asshole brother you have call you fox."
"Mariku's not an asshole!" Malik protested for his older brother.
"Ah, but you have two brothers and you instantly knew who I was talking about."
"Actually he's getting better!" Malik pouted, "but he did get a reward in school from some kids that said he was the asshole of the year group. They put it in his locker one day. He framed it and hung it on his wall."
"Ah, I wish school gave awards out like that. I would finally get some God damned deserved awards."
"You want awards."
"Not really. Also Malik I got you something," Bakura smirked.
"What."
"Close your eyes hold out your hand."
Malik huffed but complied, "what the fuck is that." Malik's eyes flew open, "shit!" he threw the small item away, "why on earth would you put a caterpillar on my hand!" He snapped trying to clean his hand on his shirt.
Bakura chuckled darkly, "wanted to see if you were really scared of them or not."
"That's not funny!"
"It was only a plant. Grow up."
"STILL DOESN'T MAKE IT FUNNY!" Malik snapped angrily before blinking as his nose pressed against that of his crushes and he instantly retracted muttering Egyptian curses as he trained his stare on the ground in front of him wishing the red colour would go away from his cheeks.
"I think its funny," Bakura noted blandly, why did he retract so quickly. He had wanted Malik to scream at him, it meant he was normal. But he didn't. "I can find you a real caterpillar if you really want something to bitch about, it just might take me longer."
"No. I will strangle you if you even try that."
"We both know in a physical fight I would win."
"You caught me off guard the first time!" Malik protested weakly.
"Keep telling yourself that."
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Mariku frowned slightly opening his front door and glancing at the teen mere moments from getting hit by said door, "why on bloody earth would you sleep in front of a door Ryou," Mariku moaned using his foot to carefully nudge the teen so he could get in. He glanced at the teen quietly before closing the door and going upstairs to put down his bags. Obviously Ryou noticed he had left. Damn it. He groaned internally bending over to pick up the smaller boy, knowing him he'd bitch that his back hurt from sleeping on the ground and blame it on him. Walking his lazily up the stairs to flop him onto his bed, hmm. He looked cute sleeping still. Shaking his head slightly as he reached out a hand and flicked some hair from in front of the boy's face. What was he seriously doing.
He liked having Ryou here of course. Who wouldn't, he was nice to have around. But what was his actual plan, long term wise. He usually planned things more carefully. But he had really zero plans. He growled lightly forcing himself away from the sleeping boy and into his monitor room where he dumped his bags. Hopefully Ryou would stay asleep this time.
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Malik glared slightly at the pale finger touching his cheek for about the tenth time that lesson, "what~" he hissed slightly trying to hush his own voice so the teacher didn't call them out.
"You sound pissed." The other male merely shrugged glancing down at the board.
"…" Malik's eye twitched irritably as the other completely ignored him after bugging him for so long, "don't ignore me. What did you seriously want!" he snapped quietly.
"I'm hungry."
Malik glared grumpily, "and what the fuck does that have to do with me."
"Nothing. Just thought you should know," Bakura had ensured to bug the other male the moment they got to class. Teaches him for acting so fucking weird on the phone or when he came over to get work. Malik was about to snap back but the pale boy's arm quickly shot up and the teacher's attention was on them. "Sir. Malik's hungry, can we go eat!"
Malik's face heated up faster than he thought possible, "I said nothing of the sorts! You were the one who said they were hungry!" he snapped back hastily.
"Really. Why would I say that. Isn't it obvious he's lying sir."
Malik opened his mouth to fight back but let it fall shut again whatever he had been planning on saying died as the teacher broke in, "if you two aren't careful I'll give you detention for interrupting my class." So he settled on a simple glare at the grinning albino as the teacher continued his lesson, waiting it out until the bell rang. And grumpily returning to note taking and trying his best to ignore the pale finger that was back to poking his cheek. The second the bell rang he shot up from his seat as the other students started filing out, "ok what the fuck is your bloody problem Bakura!" he snapped angrily glaring at the white haired teen in mention who merely shrugged poking the other's stomach, glancing up in time to catch the red sneaking onto his honey soaked cheeks before the tanned colour soaked it back beneath the skin. Interesting. "…" Malik waited a bit longer for a better response before huffing moodily and spinning angrily on the spot, "I'm going to sit with Yuugi today." He said harshly with a slight smirk teasing his lips pleased with himself. He knew Bakura wouldn't be able to bother him. Well wouldn't bother him if Yuugi was anywhere in the picture. They didn't seem to get along. He swiftly slung his bag over his shoulder going down the classroom and out the door.
Bakura waited a moment before pushing himself from his own seat. "Tis, tis, tis. My dear Malik. You really think that brat will keep me from what I desire," he grinned following the others faint footsteps from a safe distance from the blonde in the crowded school hallways. "Foolish boy." He chuckled darkly to himself slipping easily through the crowds of people. Hissing angrily as the blonde male slipped outside so he did as well, the sun scorched down harshly. Bitch. The sun was the world's biggest bitch. He growled stalking after the other boy, why on earth did that silly friendship group of goons have to sit outside. Inconsiderate to people with pale and very burnable skin. He huffed it off shaking his wild white hair ensuring not to loose the boy he was following. A small grin twined its way onto his lips as the boy stopped under a shaded tree with a group of teens sat. They seemed to go quiet before Yuugi smiled and waved.
"Hey! is this seat open," Malik greeted with a slightly forced grin on his lips.
"Of course Malik! Always!" Yuugi patted the ground happily and the Egyptian teen popped down, "so whats up."
"Nothing much," Malik shrugged, "you."
"Hmm…" Yuugi bit his lip slightly before lying to the other, "nothing much."
"Hello," the entire group glanced up at a smirking albino who sat down beside Malik without asking, "so Malik where were we before you left." He paused smirking, "right! I was going to poke you again!" he poked the other's cheek. Sniggering as his hand was batted away.
"Stop that!" Malik snapped grumpily, "don't you seriously have something better to do."
"Not really."
"I thought you were hungry," Malik stated harshly.
"I lied. You take things too seriously." Bakura poked the others cheek.
"If you do that again I'm seriously breaking your finger."
"I'd like to see that." Bakura grinned teasingly.
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Malik pouted slightly, "what do you mean you broke his hand Malik!" the raven haired woman snapped.
"I was only trying to break his finger."
"Why were you trying to break anything!"
"He wouldn't stop poking me." Malik protested weakly to his sister.
"Not my fault," Bakura walked up behind the other two Akefia looming behind him warningly. Making him duck slightly, not willing picking a fight while his brother was here, "and it wasn't my writing hand." He pouted as his brother gave a dismissive huff.
"I'd say it's your fault Flow." Akefia contradicted, "I know you too well."
"I wasn't doing anything wrong."
"You wouldn't stop poking me!" Malik broke in.
"You were ignoring me!"
"We were in class Bakura!"
"Like I care."
"I do!"
"Good for you then."
"And I warned you. I said I'd break your finger."
"You said finger. Not hand. Plus how was I meant to tell if you were serious or not."
"Lucky guess." Malik pouted.
"I'm bored now."
"Me too actually," he agreed.
"Me three. I think both of you should just head back to class," Akefia yawned lazily, "I have stuff to do."
"What more important than looking after your dearest brother."
"Do you seriously want me to 'look after you'," he grinned raising an eyebrow and Bakura's entire face dropped shaking his head furiously 'no'. "Thought so. Good boy," he rubbed his brothers head, "you seem perfectly capable to go back to class and Kisara's always helpful."
"Yep," Bakura stared at his grinning brother taking a step away, "go class! Yay." He didn't like testing his brother, especially if he had a disadvantage such as a broken hand. Malik sniggered slightly. Even if it wasn't a serious break and would heal quickly. He wasn't going to chance it.
"Now say sorry to Malik for bugging him and causing lovely Ms Ishtar to come down here." Bakura muttered a quick 'sorry' to the two Egyptians, "much better. Have a wonderful day of schooling Flow." He grinned leaning into whisper softly into his brother's ear, "remember if I get called down here again because of you. I got new ropes and chains, and much much more." Bakura gulped nodding furiously, "good boy. I need to head home now."
"See ya," Bakura waved slightly letting out a shaky breath.
"Bye Kisara-chan," he waved to the pale woman, "we should catch up. I barely see you anymore since I graduated."
"Yeah, you stopped hurting yourself." She smiled gently.
"Na, just it'd be weird if I constantly came here," he chuckled lightly walking out the door without another word.
"You were shitting yourself," Malik teased.
"Was not!" Bakura snapped angrily at the blond, "I'm going back to class."
"Because he said so."
"No because I feel like it! and I only have one more class then I can go home anyway."
"I'll walk you," Malik shrugged.
"… Fine." Bakura huffed, "and by the way if we were seriously fighting I would of whipped your sorry ass back to ancient Egypt."
"Lucky me. Keep dreaming."
"So I'm dreaming about you," Bakura smirked opening the door lazily for the other, "bye Kisara. Thanks."
"Bye Isis," Malik was keen on getting away from his sister, he got detention for two weeks and she was anything but pleased. "And do you seriously have anything better to dream about."
"Guess not. Except being an assassin."
"Why the hell would you want to be that."
"Have you seen assassination classroom, or played assassins creed."
"Played assassins creed. Haven't heard of the other thing."
"Holy shit! Really! We have to watch it!"
"… we still need to do our project."
"Fuck that, this is way more important and you owe me for breaking my hand and being so jumpy the other night."
"Seriously. That's what this was about."
"Maybe."
"Your an ass sometimes."
"Really. I thought I was an ass all the time. I've gotten slack." Bakura huffed leaning lazily on his hands and not really noticing Malik's lilac orbs cantered on him, lacing his thin frame up and down slightly a small goofy smirk on his lips. "Just means I'll have to up my game blondie."
"Lucky me," Malik sighed helplessly.
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Ryou moaned twisting awake from his sleep, blinking blankly at the bed, so Mariku came home then. That ass. "Hey Keky! Where you at!" He yelled lazily stumbling off the others bed and looking around the house curiously. Pausing slightly in front of the monitor rooms door.
"What do you want Ryou."
"It's late. Come back to bed."
"It's like three in the morning. I'd say it's pretty early."
"Come out!"
"I'll come to bed later, just go to sleep."
"What if the demons come out."
"I scared them all out of my cupboards and from under my bed."
"They walk on ceilings."
"What the fuck. No they don't."
"Yes they do and if you spot them, they break the light and torture your very soul."
"Thats bullshit if I ever heard it," Mariku opened the door a crack to peek out at the other boy, "go to bed. If they even try touching you they'll have to deal with me. And I will not give them mercy."
"What are you doing."
"Nothing much. Go to sleep."
"Let me in."
"No."
"Why'd you leave."
"Needed to pick up a few things."
"Meanie."
"Go be a good captive and go to bed."
"Normal kidnappers reveal their entire plan to their victims."
"Firstly I'm not normal and I'm not some villain," Mariku raised an eyebrow, "though you know I have chains and ropes I can tie you to my bed with." Maybe he'd wear himself out trying to get out of them. Mariku glanced at the other teen curiously, if only it was that easy.
"Do you know how creepy and weird that sounds like."
"Perfect. Go to bed then."
"…" Ryou glared softly at the other. "If I wake up alone one more time I'm going to stab you."
"Please don't. I don't want to hurt you," Mariku teased slightly, "and we both know I'm more experienced in that area."
"Shut up." Ryou huffed spinning and storming back into the other's bedroom flopping onto the bed.
"Much better." Mariku disappeared back into the smaller room. Ryou was such a weirdo sometimes. He swore the kid hated him one minute and the next he wanted him. Like a needy child. Mariku rolled his eyes. At least he was pretty good, he didn't try running off when he took him outside and he was starting to get a better idea of the others energy rates. So that was helpful he was almost certain there was no way the pale boy could walk back home or to his closest neighbour. He was so odd, sometimes he'd completely ignore him and hide on the lounge and then now he was pissed because he wasn't in bed. Weirdest kidnapped child ever.
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"Hello," Akefia glanced into the room where the two boys had been watching tv since they got home.
"What."
"Gees." Akefia rolled his eyes walking into the room as Bakura sat up on the bed staring at him, he hated people in his room uninvited. "I'm going out. Don't burn down the house Flow."
"Out. Where."
"… Nowhere important."
"Why won't you tell me."
"His brothers a cop. Now I'll be back later alright. Don't dare try cooking dinner or you're dead. I'm cooking."
"What if I get hungry!"
"Bite your arm off, I don't care. Just don't go in my God damned kitchen."
"It's not your kitchen."
"I own this bloody house, it's my kitchen."
"You barely cook, all your foods shitty."
"… That's not my fault."
"Yes mr kitchen master. Go away now."
"Also no fucking while I'm out!" he grinned as Malik started to stutter out a string of incomprehensible words his face turning ten different shades of pink and red as he hid into the sheets.
"Awe but Akefia!" Bakura sniggered.
"No. Not until marriage!"
"Maybe me and Malik are married."
"You didn't invite me to your wedding!" Akefia put on a fake hurt tone.
"Na, we got married just the two of us. Malik wore a beautiful purple dress and I had a really fucking awesome suit!"
"I wouldn't wear a dress at our wedding!" Malik spat before realising his mistake as the other two laughed at him.
"So we're having a wedding now~" Bakura purred teasingly.
"And pray tell what would you wear to yours and Flow's wedding?"
"We are never getting married!"
"Harsh," Bakura dramatically fell back with a loud sigh, "and I thought we were destined to be together! Apparently not! The shame!"
"Harsh." Akefia agreed, "dumped just before the marriage."
"Of all fates why is it I'm stuck at being left at the alter!"
"I know. Shameful Malik."
"…" Malik stared at the other two as they continued to babble back and forward on the subject internally cursing, "shut up! we aren't even dating let alone getting married!"
"But Malik dear," Bakura purred sitting up and crawling closer to the other teen, "we were once lovers~ in a previous life. Do you not remember~ My dear~"
"Hmm, I remember that life. You two were quite happy back then."
"And what five thousand years is all it takes for you to forget and reject me," Bakura rubbed a finger along the other's honey soaked cheek, slowly towering over the other and forcing him to lye on the bed. *SLAP* His mahogany eyes widened sitting back and holding his now hand print red cheek with his non plastered hand staring at the others almost just as surprised lilac orbs. As Akefia made a little 'ooo' sound with a *gasp*.
"Stop it," Malik finally spoke, "sorry for hitting you but you're both being assholes."
"…"
"Ok you know the rules! Bye bye!" Akefia sniggered leaving the room lazily.
"Now he leaves," Bakura pouted, "also. Malik stay still."
"Wh—" Malik bit back a scream as the others hand flung across his tanned cheek.
"Now we're even. Back to Assassination classroom." Bakura flopped back down letting Malik glare at him for a moment longer.
"Fucking asshole," Malik muttering grumpily before flopping down again. He question why out of all the nice people he chose to like the Domino's bloody biggest asshole.
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Ryou yawned blinking awake quietly and noting that he was indeed alone once again. He rubbed his eyes sleepily it seemed like the blonde had given him a pillow though, that was sort of nice. It smelt nice, like vanilla. Like home. He snuggled lovingly into the pillow for a moment taking in the soft scent. He knew Mariku had been buying or getting he wasn't really sure what was stolen or actually purchased. Either way more vanilla incense burners had appeared compared to previously they had been lavender and he got a new shampoo that had a vanilla scent instead of lavender again. He knew it was the other male's way to try cheering him up. He forced himself to sit up glancing around, Mariku had obviously come and gone from the room, his clothes draw was still open. He glanced at the end of the bed as his toe touched something solid beside the purple sheets.
"What is that?" he crawled the end of the bed curiously letting the sheets fall away from him staring at the tray, "breakfast. Seriously." He growled grumpily looking at the plate. It had toast and some bacon on it with a drink bottle of what looked like mucky water. He glanced at the small note on the tray along with the food Opting to read it first.
'Breakfast is the most important meal of the day my little Creampuff child~" he growled at that but the other had surprisingly nice hand writing, it reminded him of one of the fonts on his laptop at home that he'd never be able to actually write in. He wished he had his laptop, but he also knew he had zero chance of Mariku giving it too him and he had even started to hide his own. Plus he was probably aware that he could quiet easily contact his brothers on one over facebook, deviantart, twitter, text if it was his own laptop. Or any of his social medias. 'Eat up!' he continued reading the note, 'also want to play a game with me? If so there's a gun at the door, feel free to grab it and try killing me. There are guns and ammo hidden around the house too. Have fun.'
That actually sounded fun. Fuck him. But he would accept his offering maybe he could force the other to give him a prize when he won. Yep. Going with that. He nodded firmly before glancing at the food and deciding he was actually quiet hungry so he wouldn't go to battle on an empty stomach. He quickly devoured the toast, he was a fast eater when he wanted to be especially with his brothers who had sat around and taught him how to eat quickly because they found it important. Hmmm, he wondered what they were up to. They were late.
He quickly finished off the bacon as well, he surprisingly cooked it well saying he had no reason to learn in the first place. He glanced at the mucky drink, what was it. He took a cautious sip. He knew Mariku put it in a drink bottle so he would spill it. That shit. He was seventeen for crying out loud he knew how not to spill a stupid drink. Tasted like lemon cordial or something similar. It was his drink bottle now. He stood up sleepily walking towards the door and glancing at the gun, it was a nerf gun but obviously customised version. It was painted in greys and blacks with a blue band around the end. He glanced at the pile of clothes it had a note.
'In case you wanted to get dressed.'
Yeah he'd like that wouldn't he, he glanced at the camera. He had found it the other day. He knew Mariku had them hidden everywhere except the bathrooms. He wasn't sure what the male was expecting to see he wasn't stupid enough to get changed in front of them unless necessary and to be honest the other actually barely checked them. He'd just take the gun not the clothes. Though he swore Mariku enjoyed dressing him up. Quite often the other had clothes or an outfit set out for him to wear each day, so he went and either stole the others clothes or kept picking out random clothes instead. Or just not getting changed.
He picked up the toy gun cautiously and slipped out of the room glancing around and looking for the other teen sneaking carefully through the house and stalking down the stairs quietly glancing suspiciously around the corners to attempt to spot the teen. He ducked his head into the kitchen blinking at the blonde haired male, his usually blonde spiky hair was brushed down and pulled back into a surprisingly neat low bun, he was wearing his deep grape singlet with a low neck showing off his chest slightly and the sleeves holes hung low. He had on his usual golden jewellery and a pair of black jeans. He was staring out the window at the morning light cupping around his black mug taking a sip from it, his cup said 'free hugs' in sketchy writing. Weird saying. He looked peaceful. His honey soaked skin was practically glowing with his golden hair in the sun light. Mariku actually looked nice with his hair down, he had gotten so use to it being up but it looked nice. He still had that harsh edge to him, but it was softened without the spiky hair. He looked pretty, from what he had seen actually, Mariku just had a pretty family.
"I can see you," Mariku placed down the cup lazily snapping Ryou from his thoughts, "I don't care if you want to stare at me longer. I just figured I would ask, if you accepted my deal or not."
Ryou stared at the other for a moment longer taking note that the other did have a nerf gun on his hip, much like the one he had been given except it had a lilac band at the end instead of his blue. "I'll let you take a guess on that one," Ryou held up his toy gun towards the other.
"War it is then," Mariku grinned softly. "Watch out I have more experience than you."
"Your better with knives." Ryou shot a warning shot which the other easily dodged taking a step back, "I will thrash you."
"We will see about that."
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Ryou glanced out at the other male staring at him, they had been playing for over an hour and so far he had shot Mariku's arm and Mariku shot his ear at one point. In saying that Mariku hadn't used the arm he shot since then. He had found ammo packs and some better guns hidden around so he had upgraded his gun. Mariku still had his original nerf gun. He quickly ducked back behind the corner as the Egyptian lifted the toy up curiously. Ryou leant on the wall how was he meant to win if he came out far enough to shoot Mariku, he'd be wide open. But he couldn't keep hiding. He flinched as a warm hand slunk over his mouth and a piece of plastic was held to his back.
Shivering as the other's warm breath danced teasingly from his ear down his throat, "I don't mind staring at each other. But I will claim victory." Mariku was cut from his whispering blinking at the toy gun shoved at his chest as he felt the foam bullet hit against it, he grinned, "cheeky Creampuff," he dropped his hold of the other instead holding his chest, "but I shall not go alone," he grinned holding up a shaking nerf gun and shooting the other's chest as he started fake die. "Ha!"
Ryou giggled softly as the other collapsed and decided to fake die as well collapsing onto the ground besides the older male staring at his ceiling, "you got me."
"Yeah, we're both dead now."
"I still killed you first," Ryou teased giggling happily. This had been a fun game. "So I win."
"Its funny… death feels a lot like life," Mariku glanced at the other curiously. He really did enjoy to win. Such a cutie.
"I know I feel cheated!"
"Yeah… I guess since death feels a lot like life. Did you want to go eat cake."
"Love to."
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Thanks For Reading!
I actually already wrote the next chapter~ I had like a paragraph or two to finish this one but I was on the train and needed something to do so the next one is written and will hopefully be up soon~ I just need to grammar check it!
And I kind of got lazier to the end of this chapter~ But still hope you like it!
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