"Ryou, why do you have such girly swim trunks?" Marik questioned, toweling his hair off. Bakura and Melvin were still in the pool. They'd stolen water guns from these two litltle kids, and were having an all out war with them.
"Oh," Ryou giggled slightly, before letting his towel just drape around his shoulders. The rest of him was already pretty dry, and now all he needed to do was let his thick white hair drip-dry. "That."
"Well, I . . . I mean . . . It has friggn' bunnies," Marik sniggered, pointing at the designs on the shorts.
"Uncle Pegasus bought them for me," Ryou sighed, before running a hand sloppily through his hair. "He thought they looked cute, not to mention he loves bunnies and . . ." Ryou glared pointedly at Marik as his blonde friend broke into laughter. "Oh, it's not funny, Marik!"
Marik rolled his eyes, before wrapping an arm around Ryou's small shoulders. "Aw, don't worry, little RyRy!" A tanned nose nuzzled a white neck, while still chuckling. "I think you look absolutley adorable."
Ryou felt heat creeping up his neck as he stammered out arguments to a still laughing Marik. He looked over to the pool, and realized that both Bakura and Melvin were glaring in his direction. Ryou frowned at this. He realized why Bakura was glaring, but why was Melvin? Probably because Marik was his little brother. . .
"Ah well. Let's go get the brats and head back to the campsite," Marik smiled, before standing up. He draped his black towel over his shoulders, before heading towards the pool. "C'mon and get out, you two!" Marik leaned forward, putting his hands on his knees and leaning in ever so slightly.
Bakura and Melvin both shared smirks, and before Marik could even react he was being squirted by two Super Blaster water guns. Hissing and spitting like an angry cat, Marik whirled away and dashed away from the cackling friends.
The two elder brothers left the pool, though, and joined their younger siblings. Marik was glaring at them as they drew close, and was busy attempting to wring out his towel. Ryou sighed, before pulling out an extra towel, and draping it over Marik's shoulder.
"Can't you two behave?" Ryou questioned, looking at Bakura. "Especially you. He's your friend!"
Marik snorted. "Some friend." Bakura scowled, while Melvin merely smirked, before toweling off his own hair. Marik clutched the towel Ryou had given him a little tighter, and started walking. The two elder siblings fell in step behind him, but Ryou didn't.
"I'm just going to go check the notice board, all right?" Ryou called, before dismissing the others. Melvin froze, though, and hurried back to Ryou.
"I'll make sure he doesn't get raped or nothin, all right, Bakura!" Melvin yelled, before stationing himself next to a blushing Ryou.
"What the hell ever," Bakura grumbled, before shoving his hands into the pockets of his swimming trunks. Marik just rolled his eyes, before hurrying up his pace. He smirked as Bakura attempted to keep up with his longer strides.
"You seem quite lenient about this," Marik remarked, casting his gaze over his shoulder to the skulking Bakura. The albino gave him an irritated look, before just snorting.
"If Ryou comes to me and tells me that Melvin's done anything, then I'll hurt your brother. Until then. . ." Bakura just shrugged, before snarling. "And can you slow down a bit? Damn, where are you trying to get in a hurry?"
"I just want to get dressed," Marik sighed, before running a hand through his bangs. Bakura said nothing, and just stared at Marik's still clothed back. He could see the wet shirt clinging to Marik's back, and could see all the outlines of the mysterious scars across Marik's back.
"Marik," Bakura said, "when are you going to tell me about those scars on your back?"
Marik stiffened, and stumbled in his steps for a moment.
Oh, lovely Bakura. Wonderful tact. Subtelety lessons, step fucking one! Bakura thought to himself savagely, before shaking his head. Instead, he focused on the blonde who was silent for a moment.
"My dad cut them into my back," Marik finally said softly. Bakura was surprised. He hadn't actually expected Marik to speak, and especially not here, walking down the road in the middle of the woods to their campsite.
Bakura sped up a bit, to where he was right next to Marik. He wanted to see the boy's face when he told the story. Marik, however, seemed to not like this idea, since he'd hung his head so his straggly wet hair hung over his face, blocking it from view.
"When he. . . Started raping me. He. . . It was his way of branding me. As his," Marik spat the words, before running a hand through his hair. Bakura saw flash of Marik's raw emotions, and realized that the boy wasn't sad, like most people would be when discussing these things.
No, he was furious. Absolutley disgusted as well, it seemed.
"He found the markings in a book I was reading. Then he heated up a knife, and carved it into my back. Then he raped me." Marik shrugged slightly. "Satisified?"
"Slightly," Bakura replied, before stating a question that was nagging at him. "So where was Melvin during all of this?"
"Melvin. . . Well, Melvin tried to stop him. The first time. He got beaten so bad that father had to take him to the hospital. He had several broken ribs, a long with a broken nose, finger, wrist, and a shattered elbow. I'm pretty sure his legs were broken as well, along with several bruises and cuts all over his body. He had a concussion, too."
Bakura blinked, before closing his eyes and imagining Melvin in such a way. No wonder the other twin was so bitter and angry. Actually, Bakura could see why, now, that Melvin didn't really defend Marik. If positions were reveresed with Bakura and Ryou, Bakura was sure he would've given up on his brother as well. Well, depending on. . .
"How old were you?" Bakura questioned.
"I was ten."
Bakura decided to say nothing else, and instead just walked alongside Marik, consumed in his thoughts. He supposed he should be spouting nonsense about how sorry he was for Marik, but for some reason that didn't feel right.
Looking at Marik, Bakura assumed he chose the right thing. The boy was slowly pushing more hair back from his face, and was becoming more and more like his usual self. With a confident smirk, Marik picked up the pace once more, and caused Bakura to break into a light jog aside him.
They reached the campsite soon enough, though, and Bakura collapsed onto the bench. Marik sauntered up to him, before tugging sharply on the wing-like pieces of Bakura's hair.
"So it's true only old people have white hair!" Marik smirked into a scowling Bakura's face.
"Don't tug my hair unless you're gonna ride me," the albino grinned. He expected the blonde to spazz, but he was yet again surprised as Marik slid into his lap and bounced up and down lightly, making sure he didn't put his full weight onto Bakura.
"Giddyup! Giddyup!" Marik shouted. Bakura felt his face heating up, before shoving Marik from his lap. The blonde fell to the dirt with a yelp, before hopping up, all laughs and smiles again.
"You're an idiot," Bakura muttered, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah," Marik agreed, before rising up and brushing off his shorts. "I'm going to go get dressed now. See ya when I get back."
"Whatever," Bakura grunted in reply, before leaning back against the bench. He was still a little bit to wet to bother with clothes just yet, so he figured he'd just start a fire and dry off a little more before changing himself.
"Hey, Bakura?" Marik said softly, stopping at the entrance to the tent.
"What?" Bakura growled, reaching forward to start the fire.
"Thanks for not pulling a Ryou and. . . Going all sappy on me." Mark said simply, before disappearing into the tent. Bakura watched him go, before turning back to the fire.
"Anytime. . ."
-(-o-)-
Ryou held his towel tight about his shoulders as he scanned over the multiple flyers posted to the notice board. There were several things that were of slight interest, and Ryou silently contemplated all of them, not even noticing the agitated blonde beside him.
Taking a few of the carry-out flyers, Ryou turned to Melvin.
"All right then, we can go. I just wanted to see what things we might want to go too. . ." Ryou smiled up at the Egyptian, before showing off some of the multi-colored flyers clasped in his tiny white hand.
"Why didn't you just grab 'em all?" Melvin grumbled, before crossing his arms over his broad chest. Ryou was slightly unsettled by how much it looked like he was talking to Marik. Shaking those thoughts from his head, he began walking towards the path.
"It's impolite to take one of each. And anyways, we don't need them all. There's no way I could get you to go to all of those," Ryou admonished, before folding up the papers and shoving them in his dry pocket.
"If you say so," Melvin snorted, before looking at Ryou's pocket. "So what're some of the ones you've chosen. I swear, if they're anything fruity, I'm not going!"
Ryou sighed slightly. "There's just a few things going on around the camp grounds. A few small things with games, or the big 'End of the Summer' dance, where there'll be fireworks." Ryou smiled softly. "We actually came on the perfect week, it seems. This is the week before this camping ground closes for the summer. Sunday's when all that happens though."
Melvin faked a snore, before smirking at a glaring Ryou. "I'm just messin' with ya creampuff. Though I must say, I think the faggot'll be more fun at the dances. After all, you quite seem to enjoy his company."
"Well of course," Ryou stated, confused. "Marik's been my best friend since we were children."
"You're not more then friends?" Melvin accused, narrowing his eyes slightly at Ryou. The whittete merely looked taken aback, before bursting into laughter. Melvin was quite surprised, and was even more so when he saw that Ryou hadn't noticed a stick in his path. One minute, Ryou was bouncing along beside him, and the next minute there was nothing but air.
Looking downwards, he saw Ryou sprawled out across the concrete.
"Owww," Ryou whimpered quietly, before sitting up on his hip. He slowly dragged his legs across the asphault up to his chest, before staring down at his throbbing ankle. Glaring at the offending limb, he tried to rise, and merely fell back to the ground.
"You're a clumsy little creampuff," Melvin sniggered, before going down on one knee next to Ryou. The whittete flushed, before trying to rise again. "Hold still," Melvin grumbled, before wrapping an arm around Ryou's waist. The other arm hooked into the crook of Ryou's knees. He then hoisted the boy up, before looking down into Ryou's blushing face.
"Melvin, what-"
"Shove it creampuff. You can't walk anyways. So just sit back and enjoy the ride." Melvin offered a crooked smile, before he began walking towards their camping site. Ryou looked ready to argue for a moment, but he gave it up and lay his head back on Melvin's shoulder instead. He figured it wouldn't hurt to do as Melvin suggested, and just enjoy the ride.
-(-o-)-
Marik and Bakura (Bakura still in his swim trunks) sat in the tent, making idle chitchat as they awaited Ryou and Melvin's return.
"Bakura?" Marik questioned, before running a searching eye over his friend. "If you're not an albino, do you dye your hair?"
"You tell me," Bakura answered lazily, before propping himself back on his elbows. Marik frowned.
"How would I know?" Marik demanded, glaring at Bakura. A silver eyebrow arched in obvious disbelief.
"Oh, c'mon Marik. You were inside my body for a pretty good period of time. Which means that you took a shower in my body. So, did the rug match the drapes?" Bakura smirked as he watched Marik's cheek glow a bright red.
"I didn't look at your naked body! And I certainly didn't stop to inspect your pubic hairs!" Marik growled, before tossing some of his golden hair from his face. Bakura just chuckled, before pausing, and peering out of the tent.
"Ryou and Melvin are almost back," Bakura sighed. "I can hear your damned brother's voice from a mile away."
"Well, quite obviously not a mile, since you only just heard him now, and he's probably not even half a mile away," Marik replied, smirking.
"You little ass," Bakura grumbled, before standing up. "Whatever, I'm getting dressed before they get here."
"See you outside then," Marik said, before hopping up. He felt hands wrap around his waist, and Bakura lips were on his ear before he could even twitch.
"Now why would you leave me, Marik?" Bakura replied in a deep voice, before running a hand up Marik's side. "Don't you want to continue talking?" Marik shuddered sligthly.
"Yes, when you're dressed." Marik turned in Bakura's grasp to where he was face to face with the albino. He was vaguely aware of their touching hips, before he glared full-force up into Bakura's face, silently commanding for release. (AN: = D)
Bakura merely clucked his tongue, before releasing Marik. "You're no fun, Ishtar," the albino huffed, before twirking Marik's nose. The tanned boy merely rolled his eyes, before exiting the tent. He saw Melvin entering the campsite then, with a small Ryou cradled in his arms.
"Melvin? What happened to Ryou?" Marik demanded, before stepping forward. He heard the tent unzip behind him, and saw Bakura there, glaring accusingly at Melvin. Marik raised an eyebrow, and wondered if Bakura was even aware of the fact that he was standing there in only boxers.
"Creampuff here tripped," Melvin shrugged, before setting Ryou down.
Ryou laughed, before shifting himself sligthly. "Oh, yes. I was quite the klutz! I ended up tripping over a branch and everything." The whittete smiled softly at them all, before offering another soft laugh. "I promise I'm all right. Bakura, you go get dressed."
The elder Touzouku blinked, looked down, and quickly rezipped the tent. Marik laughed, before walking to the cooler and putting some ice in a bag for Ryou. He delivered it to the small whittete, and watched as he pressed the icebag to his throbbing ankle.
"Thank-you, Marik," Ryou said warmly, before looking across the way to Melvin. "And thank-you so very much for carrying me. I know it was an incredible inconvenience, after all." Melvin merely rolled his eyes, before looking at Marik.
"Do you know how many times the creampuff has apologized already? Over twenty times, and we were already halfway here when he tripped! This is ridiculous!" Melvin huffed, before giving Ryou a pointed stare.
"Oh! I-I'm sorry if it annoys you-"
"Aargh!" Melvin cried, before scrunching his hair up in his hands. Ryou shrank back out of fear, but was back to normal as soon as Bakura exited the tent. Melvin then rose from his own seat to go get dressed.
"Was there anything interesting on the notice board?" Marik questioned.
"Well, yes, quite a few things. But there's only one that I'm certain we're going to," Ryou confided, before pulling the pieces of paper from his pockets. He slid the brightly colored leaflets into Marik's waiting hands, before saying, "the 'End of the Summer' one is the only thing that is set in stone."
"Oh fun," Bakura grumbled, before plopping down on the bench next to Marik. The blonde gave him an irritated look, before handing the papers back to Ryou. The whittete gladly accepted them, before slipping them back in his pockets. Melvin exited the tent then, and Ryou stood up to go to the tent for dressing.
Ryou limped over the tent, before changing into his own pajamas. Melvin seated himself across from Marik and Bakura, before staring at the fire.
"So, Marik, what do you think of all those events?" Bakura smirked, staring at Marik.
"Well, it's certainly going to be interesting."
-(-o-)-
More pointless fun time. Yaaaay.
Also: Any body have any ideas for some things that they could do for the camping events? I'd love to hear your suggestions, and you will get credit!
See ya!
