Insane

This is a Yu-Gi-Oh FanFiction. It will be a drama, hurt, angst and there will be YAOI and SMUT! So please if you don't like it, do not read it!

The story takes place after the end of Season 5.

Author's note:

New chapter

Bakura

Great, now he had to play the babysitter for that Phsycho! He stomped inside the hotel and quickly took the stairs two at a time, heading for Marik's room. He entered it. Nothing has changed, since he left the night before. The curtains were covering the windows and the blanket he had wrapped the Egyptian with was still on the flour, most importantly the bed was still undone, since Marik was still in it. He was peacefully sleeping his head turned to the side, lips barely parted, his bandaged body uncovered by the sheets.

"Get up!" Bakura patted him quite hard on the cheek, making the Egyptian growl, to finally open his eyes. "What.." he licked his lips and smiled back at him "ah, my spring …" he didn't let him finish "shut up and get the fuck up! Kaiba is very pissed! He wants you at the tomb, now!". Marik sighed exhausted "fuck him!" and turned to the other side. What did he say? Bakura pulled the sheets underneath the Blonde, who had to roll over in order not to fall of the bed "what the fuck?" he sneered and glared daggers at him. "Get up!" Marik slumped back on the bed "fine" and tried to get up, only to gasp in pain "how about you help me, a bit?". Bakura didn't want to touch that fuck at all, but he had no choice. He supported the tanned man, helping him out of the bed and getting dressed.

Marik Ishtar

It was damn amusing to watch, how Bakura was fighting with his own desires. The pale man tried everything not to stare at his body, even thou it was covered in bandages and he was wearing his underwear. It was a pity, how the Thief denied their connection, they shared something so special, their bodies completed one another, their passion was deep, the emotions they shared were unique. Bakura made him feel so strange inside, he was not sure, what exactly that was, but he knew, it was something he needed to hold on, forever. He was going to make the pale man surrender to him, even if it was the last thing, he did. Unfortunately, he was too weak to make a move on the Thief now, so he just silently, but gritting his teeth in pain, let himself be dressed.

"Good now, let us go!" Marik smiled, he was damn exhausted and his legs, arms and butt were quite sour. "Don't be so impatient" Bakura was just exiting the room as he turned back to look at him with anger "I told you about Kaiba, right, so move!". He inhaled sharply, closed his eyes and forced his body to move on his own, without help. Every step he took hurt, the wounds from the whip were everywhere, on his chest, arms, belly, legs, some of them were like scratches, but others were deep cuts into his flesh. They finally reached the taxi, and they drove back to the tomb.

Bakura was silent the whole time, he seemed to be on an edge. "Aren't you going to say something?" the Thief bit his lip, his eyes narrowed dangerously. "Come on, let it out, I want to know, I … " he was interrupted by one very angry pale man. "Shit, Marik! Look at you! How will I find you next time, hu?!", "well, you …", "shut, the, fuck, up, for once, gods! …" the Thief shook his head. Damn he looked so fine like this, angry, his cheeks blushing from the emotion, his dark eyes piercing him. "Next time, a limb could be missing, or worse! What if one of those bastards, snaps and just cuts your throat?". Ah, was he concerned about him? How amusing! "I guess I would prefer a cut throat than a missing limb!"

Bakura

Now that was it! He hurled around and slapped the tanned man across his already bruised face, making him to gasp in surprise. He thought, the Egyptian would attack him back, so his body tensed, but he just sat there, his head turned to the side, his messy hair falling on his face, blood was now dripping down his chin. And there it was, the maniac was silent for once. Maybe he had to hit him more often to make him shut up. Still it felt strange, Marik always had something to counter, no matter how ridiculous or nonsensical it was, but he always said something. Why was he making an exception now? Did he hurt him so much, that he couldn't open his mouth anymore? Bakura observed him, his anger soothed as more time passed. He was finished anyways, there was nothing more he wanted to say, if that bastard wanted to die, than fine! It would be easier without him, his whole problems would just go away! At some point, the Egyptian arched his head up and licked at the burst lip. He seemed calm, but his eyes were so different from their normal playful sparklines, there was something … in them … sadness? But before he could answer his question, this … sadness was gone. During the whole drive Marik was silent, he just sat there and looked out of the window, as if nothing had happened.

The car slowed down, the man said something, they payed him and went out of the taxi. "Be prepared to deal with one pissed Seto Kaiba" Marik didn't really waited for him to finish his sentence, he just started walking towards the tomb. Bakura hurried and followed him. It took forever for them to reach the main chamber, since Marik was way to weak and exhausted, he had to stop several times in order to take a break. At some point, it looked like he was going to break down and lost conscious. But Bakura was not going to help him! No freaking way! He deserved it, he was the one, who let himself be beaten up, like a bitch, so he had to deal with it. Nevertheless, Bakura's body reacted every time, the Egyptian lost his balance, to quickly be there and catch him, if he really slipped, which never happened.

Finally, they reached the chamber. "It is about time." the Japanese was sitting at the table, which had now a chair, his fingers were moved on the keyboard quickly. He stopped writing to place his icy cold glare on them. For a friction of the second an irritation was seen in them, before they hardened once more. "I see you had fun last night." It was not a question to answer. Marik's oh so playful smile split his face "yes, you can call it that.". Bakura snarled at the response, he was just insane! "Spare me your story, I am not interested in the details! Just go to work!". Shit, that rich bastard was quite cruel, Marik could barely stand on his feet. "Marik, not again …" everybody turned to face Ishizu. There was a concern on her face, even if her eyes were hard and stern. "Dear sister …" he got interrupted, "stop, I am tired of your excuses! Just … stop". Wait a second, was this nothing new to them? Was Marik already involved in such masochistic games, before?

Seto Kaiba

"This is all very heart-breaking, but we have a work to finish here, so get on going.", the so predicted protest came out, as quick as a bullet "Kaiba!". For just a mere second, his heart stopped, this demanding 'Kaiba' was so familiar to him … The Brunette turned to face the Egyptian beauty "Ishizu, this is no place to resolve any family matters." he spat the words out with as much coldness as he could. She looked at him for several seconds, there was something she wanted to say and he was sure of it, but in the end, she gave up, shook her head, glanced over Marik for a second and turned her attention back to her laptop.

Everybody went to work, Bakura made sure, he was as far away from Marik as he could. Odion was not here today, he had some business to finish back at the museum, so Ishizu was alone here. They all had laptops to work on, standing on top of small tables, without chairs. Kaiba crossed his long, slender fingers, this was going just way too slow for him. The fucking Pharaoh was lying just there, just in the damn sarcophagus… which was standing there so huge and steady, as if it was mocking him, as if it was saying "patience, Kaiba, just patience!" that intimidating voice rang through his head, the blood-red eyes pierced him once more in his mind. How the hell was he thinking of that bastard again?

"I found something!" Seto got pulled back to reality, how much time had passed? Marik was lying on the cold dusty flour, near the sarcophagus, his hand was brushing against something on the very bottom of it. The Egyptian looked so exhausted, judging by his bruised face, and the marks from bondage on his wrists, something really scary happened to him. Surely the crazy pale man was also involved. He was not sure, if he should investigate what was going on with these two, they were working for his company after all. And if they were involved in some fucked up shit, it could be traced back to him and it will put a very bad mark on his company. There was no way he could allow this!

"What did you just say?! A spell?!" the pale man's voice was unusually high. Marik had a hard time turning to them on the dirty ground, so he just laid there with his back turned to them "There is some sort of a spell on this sarcophagus.". "Let me see!" Bakura pushed the Egyptian to the side in order to have a better look at something that could be seen only, if one was right in front of it. "I understand shit, it is just three hieroglyphs.". Marik gritted his teeth and tried standing up, supporting himself on the sarcophagus "this is because you are a fucking Thief, Bakura! This spell is used only, by the highest of royal Priests." With these words, he turned to face Kaiba. "Don't start on me, Marik! I don't care about all this Egyptian shit!" if that bastard thought, he was going to intimidate him, he was just damn wrong! The Blonde smiled, still leaning against the sarcophagus, Bakura at his feet, looking at the tiny spell words. "Really now?! Then, why are you here Kaiba?" he snarled in anger, why was he here indeed? This took too long to answer "I see. You don't know yourself. Should I help you, boss?" this moron was walking on thin ice, what did he know about him? "Marik, why don't you do your fucking job and tell me, what the hell that 'spell' is" it was not an offer, but a demand. Just one more provoking question and he would add another bruise to his face. "You really want to know, or should I wait, till we open it?" now this was getting under his skin… he rushed towards the Egyptian and grabbed him by his shirt, yanking him up, close to his face. Marik growled in pain "listen up, you crazy fuck, you tell me what this spell is for and I won't fire your ass right away." his voice was low, husky, icy, hatred poured out of it. Marik smiled, his eyes narrowed playfully "fine, just hold your horses!". Seto let go off of him, the tanned man's wrinkled shirt was now opened up down to his chest, revealing blood-soaked bandages. Ishizu inhaled sharply, her eyes filled with tears, "Marik…" she put a hand on her mouth.

The Blonde looked for a second towards Bakura before he started speaking, ignoring his sister completely "looks like, someone put a spell on the body inside. The spell binds the body to an eternal sleep." He made a dramatic pause "which will be broken by opening this sarcophagus." What, how… what did he say! Seto's eyes widened with disbelief, was this really happening, or was he still asleep? Was he going to find the Pharaoh sleeping inside, untouched by decay, very much alive? Was Atem going to open his eyes, and give him the most arrogant smile he could offer? His hands stared shaking, he was having hard times to breath, his heart was racing … "we need to open it now!". "What?!" Bakura turned to him "you know, this is probably not the only spell, right? There could be others, like curses and shit". Did it matter… he needed to see him… he needed to be sure Atem was inside there, dead, or … alive. Once more his heart skipped a beat. "I don't care…" his words came out as a whisper, as if he was talking to himself. A deep, almost insane lough filled the chamber "Ahhhahahah, Kaiba, you are so in denial!". He focused his eyes on the Egyptian, his fists clenched. "It seems the Pharaoh will walk among us once more, but be sure, this time I will kill him myself!". "The fuck you will! The one, who has the first right to kill him, is me!" the Egyptian turned to Bakura. They glared at each other, but he didn't really notice. Atem was alive… inside there, how was that even possible? Sure, he had experienced some crazy shit with the Pharaoh's past, but brining people back to live, that was just ridiculous.

He needed to do something. He needed to open this damn sarcophagus right now! "I will be back!" with that words, he quickly exited the tomb and went for the car he had rented. There was no way, he would wait a whole fucking week to see what lied inside there.