disclaimers: Sadly, Yugioh isn't mine...sigh. I wish....^_^
Yaoi : boy x boy love.
Note: Since I havent seen the Battle City episodes, I'm making stuff up @_@ This chapter will go out of Bakura's POV but i'll say when it does ^-^ OOC Malik and Marik. O.o Do forgive me...The times will be off. LOL You'll see what I mean
*...* = thoughts
Thanks for Reviewing you guys!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D This chapter is for you Spyder. I tried to put some perverted humor but..it didnt work out. However, I brought your slave back. ^_~
VENTUS
-Egypt, 4:00 am-
A figure stealthily dropped from the roof of the Ishtar Mansion and landed on the balcony of the heir's chambers. Bare feet padded silently as if a lion on the hunt. Pale lavendar orbs gleamed ferally from behind the hood of a ragged cloak; the flaps billowing in the breeze like a whirlwind. As the figure turned its head, locks of golden blonde glowed in the moonlight before being extinguished of the aura. The shadow slipped inside through the sliding glass doors. With careful ease, the robed figure approached the sleeping teenager's bed. "Marik," the voice uttered in soft tones, completely opposite of his entire demeanor. Bronzed fingers went to smooth aside a stray strand of platinum hair from the slumbering boy.
The boy turned in his sleep, nuzzling the hand resting on his cheek. Violet eyes shuddered open to barely slits. "Yami?" he asked, confused and delighted at the same time. "I thought you were dead," Marik said, sounding very much like a child. Tears began to pool in the purple depths. "How?" His voice broke.
Malik sank next to Marik on the bed, taking one of the boys' hands into his own. "I was sent to the Shadow Realm but...I was contacted by Shaddi that something was happening in Domino City with that fool pharoah. Shaddi says he isn't acting right. I was supposed to be going there.....I had to see you again, Hikari."
Marik gave a heart wrenching wail and latched onto his yami, hands clutching the front of the ragged robes. Malik encircled the smaller boys waist, holding him closer. "I never thought I'd see you!" He sniffled, nudging the other blonde's throat. "I missed you so much Malik, you dont' know just how much. Its been like hell without you."
"Oh I've missed you too, Aibou. When I was in the Shadow Realm, you were the only reason I didnt go completely insane. There were times when I would reach out to feel your life-force, our bond, but it was never there. I would despair and almost give up when some old memory would return." Malik stroked the side of Marik's face. "I cannot stay long. Shaddi is contacting Isis to let her know that I'm coming." Malik squinted at the moon. "I have an hour."
Marik frowned, wiping the tears with the back of his hand. "Can I come with you?"
"I'm afraid not. Your needed here. Remember, big business deal?" Malik winked cheerfully, massaging the small of Marik's back soothingly to stop the hiccups induced from his sobbing. Marik snuggled into the folds of the robe, breathing in the musky scent.
"I just got you back Yami, I dont want to lose you again."
"Dont you know by now?" Marik raised his head to stare into his almost reflection. "You can never get rid of me because I am a part of you. I'm right here," Malik placed his hand on Marik's chest, "And you are here," he did the same with his left hand on his own chest. "No matter the time period, no matter the world we live in. I'll find you. I promise."
"I love you," Marik whispered, pressing his lips to Malik's who eagerly responded. Callused hands traveled across the smooth expanse of his hikari's back, tiny goosebumps appearing in the wake. An incessant tongue pushed at Malik's mouth, dipping inside with fervored roughness. "I cant live without you Yami," Marik breathed, removing his pajamas, desperately seeking skin-to-skin contact. Without another word, Malik followed Marik's exampled and undressed, giving into what they had long since been denied.
~ ~ ~
-somewhere above China, 2:26 am-
Ryou leaned against Bakura's shoulder, their hands clasped and fingers entwined. Ryou sighed, tracing the aristocratic bones of his yami's face. The high cheekbones, the bridge of the pertinent nose, the sculpted browline, the strong jaw. "Beautiful," he murmured. Bakura was beautiful, his personality could use a makeover but other than that, he was perfect. That was why Ryou felt so.....depressed. He wanted to believe that Bakura loved him but when Bakura and Yugi were together it was if he didn't exist. He shouldn't have acted so jealous; shouldn't be so envious!
Bakura opened his eyes and met Ryou's warm doe ones. "What is it? Something wrong? Are we there yet?" Ryou shook his head, slipping underneath Bakura's muscular arm. "Guess not. Whats the matter with you? Since we left Yugi at the airport, you've been acting distant."
Ryou shrugged, fingers twirling in a circle over Bakura's hip. "Its nothing, Yami. I'm worried about Marik. Do you think Yami Yugi is already there?"
"......I think so. Get some sleep Ryou." Ryou nodded, yawning. "Goodnight, koibito." Bakura sighed, carressing the albino strands. The hikari drifted into slumber, his yami's administrations causing him to give himself over to dreams. Bakura rested his chin on top of Ryou's head, eyes sliding shut.
~ ~ ~
-Japan, 9:44 pm-
Isis was waiting outside of her museum, Yugi beside her. She kept her cool composure but inside she was wrestling with unwavering questions. Seto wanted Yugi to spend the time until Bakura returned with him. It was....strange. Isis gripped the Sennen Tauk, feeling a certain power return. *Malik? What is going on?! This entire ordeal is turning more mysterious every minute. Malik has come back and I only fear what this could mean. Does Shaddi know the truth about Pharoah Yugioh?* Isis shifted her vision to the little one at her side. *And what is Yugi's play in this? Seto's? Perhaps Malik will have answers....if he's on our side.*
The stretch limo rolled down the street, parking at the curb. Seto didn't bother with waiting for the driver to open his door. He flung it open and marched up to Isis and Yugi. "Isis, Yugi." He nodded his head. "Do you have your things?" Yugi pointed to his suitcases. The driver grabbed them, taking the bags to the trunk. Seto placed a hand on Yugi, who flinched. "Are you ready?"
"As ready as I'm going to be," he muttered. Yugi smiled at Isis. "Will you visit me?"
Isis glanced at Seto who glared at her. "I dont think so Yugi. I have many things to do here." Isis leaned down and hugged Yugi, hand going unnoticed to one of the boys pockets. "Should anything funny happen at all, I want you to press the button once. It will alert me and I will do whatever is in my power to come to you." Isis straightened her frame. "Goodbye Yugi. Seto," she bowed her head and turned on her heel, going inside the museum.
Seto went to his car, an odd smile curling his lips and an even odder glint to his blue eyes. Yugi missed the predatory gaze as he climbed into the car. Seto's hands clenched in fists, an almost inaudible manical giggle exploded from his mouth.
~ ~ ~
-Egypt 5:00 am-
Garnet orbs snapped open and peered, glaringly at the Ishtar Mansion..
* * *
LALALALALALALALALALA!
O.o I had to bring Malik back. ^_^ I promise that Malik isnt going to be THAT mushy for the rest of the fic, only when alone with Marik *________*
Yaoi : boy x boy love.
Note: Since I havent seen the Battle City episodes, I'm making stuff up @_@ This chapter will go out of Bakura's POV but i'll say when it does ^-^ OOC Malik and Marik. O.o Do forgive me...The times will be off. LOL You'll see what I mean
*...* = thoughts
Thanks for Reviewing you guys!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D This chapter is for you Spyder. I tried to put some perverted humor but..it didnt work out. However, I brought your slave back. ^_~
VENTUS
-Egypt, 4:00 am-
A figure stealthily dropped from the roof of the Ishtar Mansion and landed on the balcony of the heir's chambers. Bare feet padded silently as if a lion on the hunt. Pale lavendar orbs gleamed ferally from behind the hood of a ragged cloak; the flaps billowing in the breeze like a whirlwind. As the figure turned its head, locks of golden blonde glowed in the moonlight before being extinguished of the aura. The shadow slipped inside through the sliding glass doors. With careful ease, the robed figure approached the sleeping teenager's bed. "Marik," the voice uttered in soft tones, completely opposite of his entire demeanor. Bronzed fingers went to smooth aside a stray strand of platinum hair from the slumbering boy.
The boy turned in his sleep, nuzzling the hand resting on his cheek. Violet eyes shuddered open to barely slits. "Yami?" he asked, confused and delighted at the same time. "I thought you were dead," Marik said, sounding very much like a child. Tears began to pool in the purple depths. "How?" His voice broke.
Malik sank next to Marik on the bed, taking one of the boys' hands into his own. "I was sent to the Shadow Realm but...I was contacted by Shaddi that something was happening in Domino City with that fool pharoah. Shaddi says he isn't acting right. I was supposed to be going there.....I had to see you again, Hikari."
Marik gave a heart wrenching wail and latched onto his yami, hands clutching the front of the ragged robes. Malik encircled the smaller boys waist, holding him closer. "I never thought I'd see you!" He sniffled, nudging the other blonde's throat. "I missed you so much Malik, you dont' know just how much. Its been like hell without you."
"Oh I've missed you too, Aibou. When I was in the Shadow Realm, you were the only reason I didnt go completely insane. There were times when I would reach out to feel your life-force, our bond, but it was never there. I would despair and almost give up when some old memory would return." Malik stroked the side of Marik's face. "I cannot stay long. Shaddi is contacting Isis to let her know that I'm coming." Malik squinted at the moon. "I have an hour."
Marik frowned, wiping the tears with the back of his hand. "Can I come with you?"
"I'm afraid not. Your needed here. Remember, big business deal?" Malik winked cheerfully, massaging the small of Marik's back soothingly to stop the hiccups induced from his sobbing. Marik snuggled into the folds of the robe, breathing in the musky scent.
"I just got you back Yami, I dont want to lose you again."
"Dont you know by now?" Marik raised his head to stare into his almost reflection. "You can never get rid of me because I am a part of you. I'm right here," Malik placed his hand on Marik's chest, "And you are here," he did the same with his left hand on his own chest. "No matter the time period, no matter the world we live in. I'll find you. I promise."
"I love you," Marik whispered, pressing his lips to Malik's who eagerly responded. Callused hands traveled across the smooth expanse of his hikari's back, tiny goosebumps appearing in the wake. An incessant tongue pushed at Malik's mouth, dipping inside with fervored roughness. "I cant live without you Yami," Marik breathed, removing his pajamas, desperately seeking skin-to-skin contact. Without another word, Malik followed Marik's exampled and undressed, giving into what they had long since been denied.
~ ~ ~
-somewhere above China, 2:26 am-
Ryou leaned against Bakura's shoulder, their hands clasped and fingers entwined. Ryou sighed, tracing the aristocratic bones of his yami's face. The high cheekbones, the bridge of the pertinent nose, the sculpted browline, the strong jaw. "Beautiful," he murmured. Bakura was beautiful, his personality could use a makeover but other than that, he was perfect. That was why Ryou felt so.....depressed. He wanted to believe that Bakura loved him but when Bakura and Yugi were together it was if he didn't exist. He shouldn't have acted so jealous; shouldn't be so envious!
Bakura opened his eyes and met Ryou's warm doe ones. "What is it? Something wrong? Are we there yet?" Ryou shook his head, slipping underneath Bakura's muscular arm. "Guess not. Whats the matter with you? Since we left Yugi at the airport, you've been acting distant."
Ryou shrugged, fingers twirling in a circle over Bakura's hip. "Its nothing, Yami. I'm worried about Marik. Do you think Yami Yugi is already there?"
"......I think so. Get some sleep Ryou." Ryou nodded, yawning. "Goodnight, koibito." Bakura sighed, carressing the albino strands. The hikari drifted into slumber, his yami's administrations causing him to give himself over to dreams. Bakura rested his chin on top of Ryou's head, eyes sliding shut.
~ ~ ~
-Japan, 9:44 pm-
Isis was waiting outside of her museum, Yugi beside her. She kept her cool composure but inside she was wrestling with unwavering questions. Seto wanted Yugi to spend the time until Bakura returned with him. It was....strange. Isis gripped the Sennen Tauk, feeling a certain power return. *Malik? What is going on?! This entire ordeal is turning more mysterious every minute. Malik has come back and I only fear what this could mean. Does Shaddi know the truth about Pharoah Yugioh?* Isis shifted her vision to the little one at her side. *And what is Yugi's play in this? Seto's? Perhaps Malik will have answers....if he's on our side.*
The stretch limo rolled down the street, parking at the curb. Seto didn't bother with waiting for the driver to open his door. He flung it open and marched up to Isis and Yugi. "Isis, Yugi." He nodded his head. "Do you have your things?" Yugi pointed to his suitcases. The driver grabbed them, taking the bags to the trunk. Seto placed a hand on Yugi, who flinched. "Are you ready?"
"As ready as I'm going to be," he muttered. Yugi smiled at Isis. "Will you visit me?"
Isis glanced at Seto who glared at her. "I dont think so Yugi. I have many things to do here." Isis leaned down and hugged Yugi, hand going unnoticed to one of the boys pockets. "Should anything funny happen at all, I want you to press the button once. It will alert me and I will do whatever is in my power to come to you." Isis straightened her frame. "Goodbye Yugi. Seto," she bowed her head and turned on her heel, going inside the museum.
Seto went to his car, an odd smile curling his lips and an even odder glint to his blue eyes. Yugi missed the predatory gaze as he climbed into the car. Seto's hands clenched in fists, an almost inaudible manical giggle exploded from his mouth.
~ ~ ~
-Egypt 5:00 am-
Garnet orbs snapped open and peered, glaringly at the Ishtar Mansion..
* * *
LALALALALALALALALALA!
O.o I had to bring Malik back. ^_^ I promise that Malik isnt going to be THAT mushy for the rest of the fic, only when alone with Marik *________*