Warnings: Yugioh doesn't belong to me, sadly; it belongs to a genius named Kazuki Takahashi. Worship him! Oh, yeah, and this fic deals with shonen ai, yaoi, and swearing. Lotsa that~
A Moment in Time: Chapter Two
By Rian
Kawaii_Nekochan21@yahoo.com
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Malik snuck from Ryou's house, a throbbing ache in his temple. *I can't believe I just did that,* he thought vaguely.
He turned a corner, lost in thought, then rammed into someone. "What the--get the hell outta my way, dumbass!" he snarled, lifting his eyes up...
...to look Yami Bakura right in the face. "Who's a dumbass?" Bakura asked mildly, eyeing at him.
Malik flushed. "Ahh--"
Bakura snorted, grabbing Malik by the shoulder. "Whatever." He fixed him with a piercing look, a look that practically screamed 'You are dead meat if you don't answer.' "Where's Ryou."
Malik's eyes widened. What was there to say that wouldn't get his ass whipped...? "In his room, maybe?"
Bakura's eyes narrowed. "I don't trust you. What the fuck did you do to him?"
Malik smirked innocently, straightening up and slapping Bakura's hand away. "Something you will never be able to do." He turned away, then paused, glancing back. "By the way, where's yami?"
Bakura seemed unsure of how to respond to that. "Uh... the pharoah...? What the fuck--"
Malik burst out laughing, surprising both of them. "No, my yami. Mariku."
Bakura snarled in his face. "In his room, too, I would imagine." He turned away, stalking off in the direction of his home. Malik smiled sadly, then turned to his own home, hoping against hope that Ryou wouldn't tell Bakura what had really happpened.
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...ou... Ryou... Ryou...?"
Ryou groaned, rolling over, exposing his back to the open air. Then he heard an intake of breath.
Oh, shit, he thought, recognizing the voice.
"Ryou?! Why the fuck are you naked?!"
Ryou sat up, remembering Malik's words. 'He wants you terribly, but he is afraid of taking you. He is afraid of fucking you, Ryou.'
He turned to look at Bakura, who had a look of anger on his face, along with... what looked like... fear...?
"Why are you naked?" Bakura repeated quietly.
Ryou flushed. Do I tell him...? He finally looked up, resolve colouring his face. "I slept with Malik," he said calmly, ignoring the pain that passed through his lower body.
Bakura's face lost all colour. "W-what...?"
"Why do you care?" Ryou was relentless. "I mean, It's not as if you love me, or anything, right?"
"R-Ryou..." Bakura was speechless, and Ryou felt remorse.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, looking down. "I had no right to say that." He looked away, biting his lip. "It's true, though..."
Bakura felt like he had been slugged in the gut. Malik... and Ryou...? He felt sick to his stomach... then remembered what Malik had said. 'Something you will never be able to do.' He felt a headache coming on. "You... with Malik...?" he repeated dully, feeling naseous, a reaction that undoubtedly wasn't helped by the musky scent in the small room.
"Yes." Ryou turned to face him, curious. "Why does it matter?"
Bakura looked pained. "Ryou... I..." his face suddenly turned hard. "Malik... I'll...!" Ryou's eyes widened with sudden fear, knowing exactly what his darkness was about to say.
"Yami...! Don't--"
"I'LL KILL HIM!!!" Bakura raged, his face an angry red. Ryou noted idly that it made for a nice contrast with his pale hair.
Bakura was out the door in seconds, leaving Ryou alone, thinking about different colour schemes, before realizing he was by himself. "Y-Yami...?" He looked around, then Bakura's last words permeated the thick haze around his brain. "He's... oh, gods!" The colour drained from his face. "Yami! No!"
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"Somebody's gonna get their ass cut up," Mariku cracked as Malik stalked into the house, his mood darker than night. "Bakura is *not* pleased that someone left the phone off the hook at Ryou's house. What did you do this time?"
There was no answer, and Mariku turned, feeling slightly ill at ease. "Malik...?"
There was no reply, then Malik spoke. "I fucked Ryou."
Mariku was astonished; Malik rarely spoke this directly. He gathered his thoughts. "You... fucked...?" His eyes narrowed. "You didn't rape him, did you?"
Malik turned on him faster than he had thought possible, a look of fury on his face. "I would *NEVER* force myself on him!" he snarled, his lavender eyes turning almost black with rage.
Mariku nodded, then opened his mouth.
He was cut off by a loud banging on the door. *"ISHTAR, YOU BASTARD! GET YOUR SLIMY ASS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW, YOU FUCK-UP!!!! YOU ARE DEAD, YOU HEAR ME! *DEAD*!!!!!"*
Mariku turned uneasily to his light, his eyes wide. "Uh, does he mean you, or me?"
In spite of the situation, Malik laughed.
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Ryou ran out the door, wearing only a pair of tight pants -- Bakura's -- and a black tanktop, breathing heavily. He turned to the right and to the left, wondering where his yami was, then shrugged, charging down the street towards the Ishtar's home.
As he grew closer, he heard his darkness.
*"YOU COWARD! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!? YOU ARE GOING TO DIE, YOU HEAR ME! GET THE HELL OUT HERE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!"*
"Yami!" he yelled, running toward his other self. Bakura looked up in astonishment, his face turning to its normal colour, and scowled.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" he greeted Ryou, his eyes narrowed. "I'm gonna kill Malik, so you'd better leave." his eyes gleamed. "Unless you'd rather watch...?"
Ryou caught his breath and got in his yami's face. "What the hell! Kill him?! Why!? Just because we had sex?!"
"SEX!?"
"YES!"
"IT WASN'T JUST SEX, YOU MORON! YOU GUYS FUCKED! LIKE RABBITS! YOU--"
Their argument was interrupted by Mariku opening the door, looking livid. "Would you both shut the fuck up!?"
Bakura was silent for a split second, then had Mariku trapped against the wall, his fist around the other's neck. "Where's Malik."
Mariku said something unintelligible, and Bakura scowled. "What--"
"I'm right here, Bakura."
Bakura stiffened, then turned slowly, letting go of Mariku. "Ah. Here you are, you bastard." His eyes narrowed. "What do you have to say? Any last words?"
Malik smiled sadly, his gaze drifting to the white-haired angel standing behind Bakura, looking worried. "Only this." he cleared his throat, then looked straight at Ryou. "I love Ryou." Both Ryou and Bakura gasped.
Bakura choked, unsure he had heard correctly. "You--what?!"
"I love him." Malik was perfectly calm, as if he had just been emotionally cleansed. "With all my heart."
Ryou couldn't breath. Malik... loved him? "You love me...?" he whispered.
Malik smiled sadly. "I'm afraid so." His gaze drifted over to Bakura, then back. "I always have, even though I knew that your heart was reserved." he sighed. "And Ryou... know this." he looked up, resolve covering his face. "Bakura loves you, too."
Both Bakura and Mariku choked, albeit for different reasons. "Bakura -- what? He loves...?!" Ryou paused, and Bakura's eyes glazed over.
Ryou could barely force anything out, and Mariku gaped. "Bakura loves Ryou?! What the fuck is going on?! Is this some kind of joke?!"
Malik sighed, glanced at Bakura, and shrugged. "If I had to let it out, so did you," he said offhandedly, smiling sadly. "He knew, anyway."
Ryou looked back and forth at both, fear and shock flickering in his eyes. "You... you...?!" he choked. "Why didn't you...?!" he paused and turned to look at both Malik and his darkness, then realized that both knew, and had said nothing. *They both knew... and that's why...! That's why... they always fought... over me... I was just a competition. Nothing special. Why bother trying to love
either?!*
"How could you just use me like that!" He finally cried out, tears falling down his pale cheeks as he turned and fled the scene, leaving three shocked young men behind, each wondering what they had done wrong.
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Bwah. Okay, this is really akward. What's really going on?! Damn it! Why the hell are Malik and Bakura fighting over Ryou?! Gah! Rian, you fucked up bitch, die!
Okay, I don't really mean that. It's just what I'm thinking. I'm sorry! I'll hurry to finish, I will!
Hey, just a quickie... I was thinking of making this fic as some kinda three-some... you know, as in Ryou/Bakura/Malik, or something along those lines. What do you think? Feedback, kids! Feedback! Ja, Rian~
A Moment in Time: Chapter Two
By Rian
Kawaii_Nekochan21@yahoo.com
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Malik snuck from Ryou's house, a throbbing ache in his temple. *I can't believe I just did that,* he thought vaguely.
He turned a corner, lost in thought, then rammed into someone. "What the--get the hell outta my way, dumbass!" he snarled, lifting his eyes up...
...to look Yami Bakura right in the face. "Who's a dumbass?" Bakura asked mildly, eyeing at him.
Malik flushed. "Ahh--"
Bakura snorted, grabbing Malik by the shoulder. "Whatever." He fixed him with a piercing look, a look that practically screamed 'You are dead meat if you don't answer.' "Where's Ryou."
Malik's eyes widened. What was there to say that wouldn't get his ass whipped...? "In his room, maybe?"
Bakura's eyes narrowed. "I don't trust you. What the fuck did you do to him?"
Malik smirked innocently, straightening up and slapping Bakura's hand away. "Something you will never be able to do." He turned away, then paused, glancing back. "By the way, where's yami?"
Bakura seemed unsure of how to respond to that. "Uh... the pharoah...? What the fuck--"
Malik burst out laughing, surprising both of them. "No, my yami. Mariku."
Bakura snarled in his face. "In his room, too, I would imagine." He turned away, stalking off in the direction of his home. Malik smiled sadly, then turned to his own home, hoping against hope that Ryou wouldn't tell Bakura what had really happpened.
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...ou... Ryou... Ryou...?"
Ryou groaned, rolling over, exposing his back to the open air. Then he heard an intake of breath.
Oh, shit, he thought, recognizing the voice.
"Ryou?! Why the fuck are you naked?!"
Ryou sat up, remembering Malik's words. 'He wants you terribly, but he is afraid of taking you. He is afraid of fucking you, Ryou.'
He turned to look at Bakura, who had a look of anger on his face, along with... what looked like... fear...?
"Why are you naked?" Bakura repeated quietly.
Ryou flushed. Do I tell him...? He finally looked up, resolve colouring his face. "I slept with Malik," he said calmly, ignoring the pain that passed through his lower body.
Bakura's face lost all colour. "W-what...?"
"Why do you care?" Ryou was relentless. "I mean, It's not as if you love me, or anything, right?"
"R-Ryou..." Bakura was speechless, and Ryou felt remorse.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, looking down. "I had no right to say that." He looked away, biting his lip. "It's true, though..."
Bakura felt like he had been slugged in the gut. Malik... and Ryou...? He felt sick to his stomach... then remembered what Malik had said. 'Something you will never be able to do.' He felt a headache coming on. "You... with Malik...?" he repeated dully, feeling naseous, a reaction that undoubtedly wasn't helped by the musky scent in the small room.
"Yes." Ryou turned to face him, curious. "Why does it matter?"
Bakura looked pained. "Ryou... I..." his face suddenly turned hard. "Malik... I'll...!" Ryou's eyes widened with sudden fear, knowing exactly what his darkness was about to say.
"Yami...! Don't--"
"I'LL KILL HIM!!!" Bakura raged, his face an angry red. Ryou noted idly that it made for a nice contrast with his pale hair.
Bakura was out the door in seconds, leaving Ryou alone, thinking about different colour schemes, before realizing he was by himself. "Y-Yami...?" He looked around, then Bakura's last words permeated the thick haze around his brain. "He's... oh, gods!" The colour drained from his face. "Yami! No!"
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"Somebody's gonna get their ass cut up," Mariku cracked as Malik stalked into the house, his mood darker than night. "Bakura is *not* pleased that someone left the phone off the hook at Ryou's house. What did you do this time?"
There was no answer, and Mariku turned, feeling slightly ill at ease. "Malik...?"
There was no reply, then Malik spoke. "I fucked Ryou."
Mariku was astonished; Malik rarely spoke this directly. He gathered his thoughts. "You... fucked...?" His eyes narrowed. "You didn't rape him, did you?"
Malik turned on him faster than he had thought possible, a look of fury on his face. "I would *NEVER* force myself on him!" he snarled, his lavender eyes turning almost black with rage.
Mariku nodded, then opened his mouth.
He was cut off by a loud banging on the door. *"ISHTAR, YOU BASTARD! GET YOUR SLIMY ASS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW, YOU FUCK-UP!!!! YOU ARE DEAD, YOU HEAR ME! *DEAD*!!!!!"*
Mariku turned uneasily to his light, his eyes wide. "Uh, does he mean you, or me?"
In spite of the situation, Malik laughed.
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Ryou ran out the door, wearing only a pair of tight pants -- Bakura's -- and a black tanktop, breathing heavily. He turned to the right and to the left, wondering where his yami was, then shrugged, charging down the street towards the Ishtar's home.
As he grew closer, he heard his darkness.
*"YOU COWARD! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!? YOU ARE GOING TO DIE, YOU HEAR ME! GET THE HELL OUT HERE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!"*
"Yami!" he yelled, running toward his other self. Bakura looked up in astonishment, his face turning to its normal colour, and scowled.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" he greeted Ryou, his eyes narrowed. "I'm gonna kill Malik, so you'd better leave." his eyes gleamed. "Unless you'd rather watch...?"
Ryou caught his breath and got in his yami's face. "What the hell! Kill him?! Why!? Just because we had sex?!"
"SEX!?"
"YES!"
"IT WASN'T JUST SEX, YOU MORON! YOU GUYS FUCKED! LIKE RABBITS! YOU--"
Their argument was interrupted by Mariku opening the door, looking livid. "Would you both shut the fuck up!?"
Bakura was silent for a split second, then had Mariku trapped against the wall, his fist around the other's neck. "Where's Malik."
Mariku said something unintelligible, and Bakura scowled. "What--"
"I'm right here, Bakura."
Bakura stiffened, then turned slowly, letting go of Mariku. "Ah. Here you are, you bastard." His eyes narrowed. "What do you have to say? Any last words?"
Malik smiled sadly, his gaze drifting to the white-haired angel standing behind Bakura, looking worried. "Only this." he cleared his throat, then looked straight at Ryou. "I love Ryou." Both Ryou and Bakura gasped.
Bakura choked, unsure he had heard correctly. "You--what?!"
"I love him." Malik was perfectly calm, as if he had just been emotionally cleansed. "With all my heart."
Ryou couldn't breath. Malik... loved him? "You love me...?" he whispered.
Malik smiled sadly. "I'm afraid so." His gaze drifted over to Bakura, then back. "I always have, even though I knew that your heart was reserved." he sighed. "And Ryou... know this." he looked up, resolve covering his face. "Bakura loves you, too."
Both Bakura and Mariku choked, albeit for different reasons. "Bakura -- what? He loves...?!" Ryou paused, and Bakura's eyes glazed over.
Ryou could barely force anything out, and Mariku gaped. "Bakura loves Ryou?! What the fuck is going on?! Is this some kind of joke?!"
Malik sighed, glanced at Bakura, and shrugged. "If I had to let it out, so did you," he said offhandedly, smiling sadly. "He knew, anyway."
Ryou looked back and forth at both, fear and shock flickering in his eyes. "You... you...?!" he choked. "Why didn't you...?!" he paused and turned to look at both Malik and his darkness, then realized that both knew, and had said nothing. *They both knew... and that's why...! That's why... they always fought... over me... I was just a competition. Nothing special. Why bother trying to love
either?!*
"How could you just use me like that!" He finally cried out, tears falling down his pale cheeks as he turned and fled the scene, leaving three shocked young men behind, each wondering what they had done wrong.
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Bwah. Okay, this is really akward. What's really going on?! Damn it! Why the hell are Malik and Bakura fighting over Ryou?! Gah! Rian, you fucked up bitch, die!
Okay, I don't really mean that. It's just what I'm thinking. I'm sorry! I'll hurry to finish, I will!
Hey, just a quickie... I was thinking of making this fic as some kinda three-some... you know, as in Ryou/Bakura/Malik, or something along those lines. What do you think? Feedback, kids! Feedback! Ja, Rian~