OMG! I just finished watchin' YGO and Marik as a little kid---soooooo cute.
Then there was the part where Marik's spirit was put into Bakura and they
worked together! It was so awesome. Yep, they belong together.
--By the way, I'm sorry that I've been taking a long time to put up the
chapters! I'm so slow. I'll try my hardest to speed it up! ((thanks
LazyLiza!))
And, thanks SO much to those who reviewed. I really appreciate it. I know
the last chapter was kinda depressing and all but not to worry! Just wait
till you see what's in the next chapter. Enjoy!
Chapter 4
Bakura sat patiently in the kitchen. Ok, maybe he wasn't exactly patient- he was furious. 'Where the heck is Marik? It's been nearly an hour since school let out.'
/Hey Bakura, maybe you should go check on Marik. Maybe he's in trouble./ Ryou suggested.
//Why would you even care? And, in trouble? Right. Probably getting IN to trouble.//
/Well, wouldn't you feel bad if something happened to him and you were just sitting here?/
//No.//
/You're lying./
//Ryou, I told you. I don't want to get into this conversation, especially not with you!//
/Bakura, if you even care an ounce about Marik, you'll at least have the audacity to check on him./
Bakura drummed his fingers on the table for a moment. //Ryou, if I call the school and ask if he's there, will you shut up?//
/Yes,/ he answered glumly.
//What's wrong with you today anyways?//
/What do you mean?/
//You're acting all depressed.//
/I'm just- not feeling to well, that's all./
//I'm calling the school now.//
He picked up the phone and dialed the number, ((AN: let's just say he has it memorized O.o)) and the secretary answered.
"Hello? This is the Secretary, may I help you?"
"Yes, I was wondering if Marik Ishtar was still at the school by any chance."
"Um, Marik Ishtar? I'm not sure."
"Well could you freaking check?!" he yelled.
"Uh- yes, right away. Please hold." There was about five minutes of silence and then the secretary finally picked up. "Um, Marik was scheduled for detention today."
"Oh really," he smirked. "Then he deserves to stay there," he went to hang up the phone-
"But- that's strange," the lady continued.
"What?" he placed the phone back to his ear.
"Well, Marik isn't in the detention room. He was moved to the Principal's Office."
"The Principal's Office?" Bakura hung up the phone and dashed out of the house. He had a terrible feeling that Marik really was in trouble.
--
Elsewhere, Marik ran towards the front doors of the school, but when he reached them, they were locked! He turned and ran down the hallway, trying all of the classroom doors but, they too were locked.
"Hello Marik, we meet again."
Marik turned to face the strange guy again. "What the heck do you want from me?"
"It's simple really. You're innocence."
"Innocence? I'm anything but innocent."
"We'll see about that." He darted in Marik's direction and caught him.
The whole 'blow' caught Marik off guard and he went tumbling onto the ground. "Ouch, get off of me!" The next thing he knew he was cuffed on his chin. Then, he received an even harder blow to his stomach. It was enough to knock the wind out of him. He couldn't do anything but lay there helplessly.
--
Bakura sloppily parked Marik's bike outside the front doors of the school and ran to open them. "What the-" They were locked. "I don't have time for this!" He extended his hand towards the doorway and closed his eyes. Around his neck, the Millennium Ring appeared. It glowed for a moment and both of the doors swung open. He immediately ran in but had to stop once again. "Which way?" He could've gone upstairs, downstairs, forward, or backwards. "If I go the wrong way---" he stopped. His Millennium Ring was glowing once again and one of the five golden 'spikes' that hung from the main piece was jutting straight out. "That way?" he said looking straight ahead of him. He didn't have any time to waste. He took off running in that direction.
It seemed strange to Bakura. The Ring seemed to be pulling him in the path that either Marik had taken, or was forced to take. What really scared him was the fact that the route didn't even go anywhere near the Principal's Office. He didn't want to but, he was naturally fearing the worst.
After around 5 minutes of straight running Bakura began to go through the guilt stage. He began thinking things like 'maybe I shouldn't have said that' and 'I definitely shouldn't have done that.' He felt absolutely terrible.
Bakura was at the opposite end of the school when he realized that he had actually parked in the back. That meant he was now at the front. As soon as he reached the front doors the Ring jerked him to the right and then, the pull stopped. "Here, but, where?" He no longer knew which way to go. He was now facing a long, dark hallway. A little ways down, one single solitary door was open just a crack. Bakura didn't have time to guess whether or not it was the right one, yet, something told him that it was. He bolted towards the door and slammed it open.
The room was dark and silent. The only noise that could be heard was a faint weeping sound. Bakura quickly flicked on the lights and looked around. "Marik-" he barely whispered as he spotted the young teen balled up in a corner. Right above his sobbing form, a window was opened allowing a chilly breeze to fill the room. An escape route?
Bakura raced over to Marik and kneeled down beside him. "Marik, are you okay?"
Now that was a stupid question. Bakura had NEVER heard or seen Marik cry EVER in the whole time he had known him. Something was DEFINITELY wrong. He couldn't tell what though. In an effort to comfort the distraught blond, Bakura reached out and went to pull Marik into his arms.
But-
Marik pulled away and suddenly jumped up. His lavender eyes were wide and his crying had stopped. Then he uttered four words that would probably haunt Bakura for a long while: "Please don't hurt me."
Bakura's mouth hung open in hurt surprise. "Marik, it's me. It's me Bakura. I'm not going to hurt you."
Marik seemed to just at that moment realize that. Tears began to once again stream down his face and he threw himself into Bakura's arms, sobbing loudly. ((AN: wow, I know Marik DOES NOT seem like the type to cry and all but, well, whatever. Please bear with me -_-))
Bakura wasn't sure how long they sat like that. An hour? Two? He didn't care. What he did know was he stayed in that spot until Marik had fallen asleep.
-- --
Marik slowly opened his eyes. He could barely see the soft glow of a lamp somewhere near him. As his eyes adjusted to the surroundings, the memories of a terrible time came flooding back to him. "No. Not again."
Bakura, who was sitting next to him, rushed to his side. "Marik, what's wrong?"
"Bakura?" he said, looking at him with eyes full of fear. "Where am I?"
"You're at my house. Marik, what happened yesterday?"
"Yesterday? How long have I been asleep?" he asked, slowly sitting up.
"A long time."
Something seemed to click inside of Marik's mind. "That guy! Did he get away?"
Bakura sighed. "Yes, now Marik, calm down and tell me what happened."
"He- um, he-, uh, he said some things. He said a lot of bad things."
"Bad things? About who?"
"About you. He told me that you were his friend. He said you worked together in the past. He told me that--- you were planning on raping and killing me!" the crying once again started.
Bakura rubbed his forehead with his palm. "Marik, so you're telling me that this guy didn't even touch you?"
Silence.
"Marik, he didn't did he?" his tone had become dangerous.
"Um, well, it doesn't really matter!"
"Yes it does!"
"No, it doesn't! Why would you care anyways?! I'm just a waste to you!"
Bakura paused. "Marik, I was upset. I didn't mean those things." He grabbed Marik and hugged him. "I didn't mean any of it and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!"
Marik didn't say anything. He had stopped crying though. "Bakura, don't be sorry. I think that maybe, you were right. I don't deserve to be here. I'm just a waste of everything. That's why that guy just tossed me around like I was nothing--- because I AM nothing."
Bakura pulled Marik away fast. "Marik, DO NOT think like that!"
"I can't help it."
Bakura was at a total loss of words. "Marik--- what has he done to you?" For a moment he was hopeless. Then, a thought jumped into his mind. "Marik, you're coming with me."
He practically dragged Marik outside and to the motorcycle. They were both on and on their way to a distinct destination in minutes.
--
It was around ten minutes when Bakura hit the brakes at the Turtle Game Shop. He hopped of the bike, grabbed Marik and lugged him to the front door.
Marik was really confused. "Bakura, what are you doing?"
"You'll see, but first, I need a cover." His Millennium Ring appeared around his neck and a second later, Ryou stood in front of Marik. He seemed to already know what he needed to do because he knocked on the door without even saying a word. ((AN: Just so you know, it's morning.))
A few moments later, the door opened and a short teen with tri-colored hair stood with a smile on his face. "How can I help you Ryou?" It was Yugi. For a moment, he only seemed to notice Ryou, then his gaze drifted from him, to Marik. "Oh, please, both of you come in."
Ryou dragged Marik into the house and followed Yugi up the stairs to his room. Once they were all inside, Yugi closed the door and took a seat on his bed. "Well, what happened?"
The Millennium Ring shined and Bakura was towering over Yugi with his usual glare.
"Bakura?! But-"
"Yugi, as much as I'd like to hurt you right now, I have a- um, a favor to ask."
"A favor?" As much as Yugi wanted to get out of that room and ask more questions, he knew now was not the time. He also knew that it had to be something VERY important if Bakura would risk his pride to ask his 'enemy' for a favor. "What do you need?"
"I-, I need Yami to remove all the impurity from Marik's soul."
Yugi glanced at Marik, who was staring aimlessly at the ground with a sad look on his face. Yugi was not one to turn down a 'friend' in need, and, he also knew that even if he had once disliked Marik, he didn't deserve to go through whatever he was going through. "Alright Bakura, I'll talk to Yami."
Bakura began to impatiently tap his foot as he waited for Yugi to reason with Yami and explain the situation. He was almost positive that Yami didn't like the idea of helping them because 1) Yami was a lot less easy to convince, and 2) Yami didn't forgive that easily. ((AN: I'm not against Yami at all! I just know that he wouldn't be like: "Of course Bakura, even though we're enemies and you hate me, and want to steal my puzzle and take over the world, I shall help you out." I mean, let's be serious here. Though, Yami is pretty hot ;) ))
Finally after around two minutes, the Millennium Puzzle around Yugi's neck began to glow and a moment later, Yami sat arms crossed in front of the two guys. "Well Bakura?," he sighed, "What is you would like me to do?"
Bakura couldn't help but glare. "Remove the impurity from Marik. Is it too hard for you to do?"
"Of course not. Do not try my patience. Please bring Marik over here," he instructed, motioning to the spot beside him on the bed.
"Fine," he said and urged Marik to the spot. Marik was uneasy, scared, and overall freaked out but, he knew that after this was over, he would feel better.
Yami placed a hand on Marik's forehead and closed his eyes. "Marik, after this, everything will be okay. Any immorality left in you will be gone." He took a deep breath and was about to begin---
But---
To Bakura's surprise, his Millennium Ring once again began to glow and to Yami's surprise, Ryou appeared and ran to Marik's side. "Yami don't! Please! There has to be another way!"
Both Yami and Marik were VERY confused. Yami shook his head. "There isn't."
"There has to be!" he yelled on the verge of tears.
"But Ryou, I thought you wanted this. It's going to help Marik."
"Yes, but then---" he seemed to disregard whatever he was going to say and instead said, "Can't you erase his mind or something?"
"Yes I could but I would also risk TOTALLY erasing his mind."
"Well, can you rewrite yesterday?"
"I suppose, but I've never tried doing that before. Anything could happen."
"Yami, I know you can do it. Please."
"No one will remember what happened yesterday, not even you or I. Are you sure about this?"
"Positive."
"Well, HOW would you like me to rewrite yesterday?"
Ryou thought long and hard for a moment, then a kind smile spread across his face. "Please rewrite yesterday starting with that morning so that Marik and Bakura don't get into a fight. AND--- do not let ANYTHING happen to Marik."
"Very well Ryou, but, I still don't understand---"
Ryou smiled even more, "That's alright, you don't have to."
Yami closed his eyes and an instant later, the Millennium Puzzle began to glow a deep crimson color. "Fate Amendment!"
Those were the last words anyone remembered.
---TBC---
Wow, too much depression in this story that I hadn't counted on! For that I shall give you guys this:
===Next Chapter: Everything's back to normal for now! Did Yami's 'spell' work? (I'll just tell you- it did.) And--- lime, lime, lime! It's the least I could do. Don't get too excited yet- this is definitely NOT the last chapter. Don't forget about the Principal -_-
So anyways, I'm sorry again about the last two chapters. Can you say- Major angst? I should hope so. Oh and, about the whole MarikxBadGuy thing- nothing really HAPPENED, but, there was a small ounce of well, I wouldn't call it rape but, sure, whatever, it's rape. (nothing too major mind you, Marik was still fully clothed.) THAT'S why I brought Yami into the story to change the past cuz I couldn't have some disillusioned, distraught, depressed, and down-in-the-dumps Marik running around. It'd screw up the story and really drag it out. But, I also have to have the minor depression cuz I can't just make a story where: Ch.1: MarikxBakura meet again, Ch.2: MarikxBakura like each other, Ch.3: MarikxBakura get together. The End. It just doesn't sound interesting to me. Does it to you? Oh well. I always put my characters through hell till they get together. I figure, if they like each other, they better be willing to do ANYTHING to get with each other. I may seem mean or something but I'm not! I just want to make this a bit life- like, catch my drift? At least I'm not really pitting them against each other like in my KaibaxYami fic! In that story they don't even know they're enemies! Um, I highly doubt any of you care though.
Oh yeah, about the whole Ryou thing near the end, you'll see about that later. *evil smirk*
And, Marik seems really feminine, with all the crying he does and stuff. Too bad I guess.
Hope ya enjoyed this chapter, except for the annoying long note at the end filled with random chattering oh yeah, and the depression and angst. Pleeeze review though!
Thanks a lot for reading! Ü
```AmethystRoze```
Chapter 4
Bakura sat patiently in the kitchen. Ok, maybe he wasn't exactly patient- he was furious. 'Where the heck is Marik? It's been nearly an hour since school let out.'
/Hey Bakura, maybe you should go check on Marik. Maybe he's in trouble./ Ryou suggested.
//Why would you even care? And, in trouble? Right. Probably getting IN to trouble.//
/Well, wouldn't you feel bad if something happened to him and you were just sitting here?/
//No.//
/You're lying./
//Ryou, I told you. I don't want to get into this conversation, especially not with you!//
/Bakura, if you even care an ounce about Marik, you'll at least have the audacity to check on him./
Bakura drummed his fingers on the table for a moment. //Ryou, if I call the school and ask if he's there, will you shut up?//
/Yes,/ he answered glumly.
//What's wrong with you today anyways?//
/What do you mean?/
//You're acting all depressed.//
/I'm just- not feeling to well, that's all./
//I'm calling the school now.//
He picked up the phone and dialed the number, ((AN: let's just say he has it memorized O.o)) and the secretary answered.
"Hello? This is the Secretary, may I help you?"
"Yes, I was wondering if Marik Ishtar was still at the school by any chance."
"Um, Marik Ishtar? I'm not sure."
"Well could you freaking check?!" he yelled.
"Uh- yes, right away. Please hold." There was about five minutes of silence and then the secretary finally picked up. "Um, Marik was scheduled for detention today."
"Oh really," he smirked. "Then he deserves to stay there," he went to hang up the phone-
"But- that's strange," the lady continued.
"What?" he placed the phone back to his ear.
"Well, Marik isn't in the detention room. He was moved to the Principal's Office."
"The Principal's Office?" Bakura hung up the phone and dashed out of the house. He had a terrible feeling that Marik really was in trouble.
--
Elsewhere, Marik ran towards the front doors of the school, but when he reached them, they were locked! He turned and ran down the hallway, trying all of the classroom doors but, they too were locked.
"Hello Marik, we meet again."
Marik turned to face the strange guy again. "What the heck do you want from me?"
"It's simple really. You're innocence."
"Innocence? I'm anything but innocent."
"We'll see about that." He darted in Marik's direction and caught him.
The whole 'blow' caught Marik off guard and he went tumbling onto the ground. "Ouch, get off of me!" The next thing he knew he was cuffed on his chin. Then, he received an even harder blow to his stomach. It was enough to knock the wind out of him. He couldn't do anything but lay there helplessly.
--
Bakura sloppily parked Marik's bike outside the front doors of the school and ran to open them. "What the-" They were locked. "I don't have time for this!" He extended his hand towards the doorway and closed his eyes. Around his neck, the Millennium Ring appeared. It glowed for a moment and both of the doors swung open. He immediately ran in but had to stop once again. "Which way?" He could've gone upstairs, downstairs, forward, or backwards. "If I go the wrong way---" he stopped. His Millennium Ring was glowing once again and one of the five golden 'spikes' that hung from the main piece was jutting straight out. "That way?" he said looking straight ahead of him. He didn't have any time to waste. He took off running in that direction.
It seemed strange to Bakura. The Ring seemed to be pulling him in the path that either Marik had taken, or was forced to take. What really scared him was the fact that the route didn't even go anywhere near the Principal's Office. He didn't want to but, he was naturally fearing the worst.
After around 5 minutes of straight running Bakura began to go through the guilt stage. He began thinking things like 'maybe I shouldn't have said that' and 'I definitely shouldn't have done that.' He felt absolutely terrible.
Bakura was at the opposite end of the school when he realized that he had actually parked in the back. That meant he was now at the front. As soon as he reached the front doors the Ring jerked him to the right and then, the pull stopped. "Here, but, where?" He no longer knew which way to go. He was now facing a long, dark hallway. A little ways down, one single solitary door was open just a crack. Bakura didn't have time to guess whether or not it was the right one, yet, something told him that it was. He bolted towards the door and slammed it open.
The room was dark and silent. The only noise that could be heard was a faint weeping sound. Bakura quickly flicked on the lights and looked around. "Marik-" he barely whispered as he spotted the young teen balled up in a corner. Right above his sobbing form, a window was opened allowing a chilly breeze to fill the room. An escape route?
Bakura raced over to Marik and kneeled down beside him. "Marik, are you okay?"
Now that was a stupid question. Bakura had NEVER heard or seen Marik cry EVER in the whole time he had known him. Something was DEFINITELY wrong. He couldn't tell what though. In an effort to comfort the distraught blond, Bakura reached out and went to pull Marik into his arms.
But-
Marik pulled away and suddenly jumped up. His lavender eyes were wide and his crying had stopped. Then he uttered four words that would probably haunt Bakura for a long while: "Please don't hurt me."
Bakura's mouth hung open in hurt surprise. "Marik, it's me. It's me Bakura. I'm not going to hurt you."
Marik seemed to just at that moment realize that. Tears began to once again stream down his face and he threw himself into Bakura's arms, sobbing loudly. ((AN: wow, I know Marik DOES NOT seem like the type to cry and all but, well, whatever. Please bear with me -_-))
Bakura wasn't sure how long they sat like that. An hour? Two? He didn't care. What he did know was he stayed in that spot until Marik had fallen asleep.
-- --
Marik slowly opened his eyes. He could barely see the soft glow of a lamp somewhere near him. As his eyes adjusted to the surroundings, the memories of a terrible time came flooding back to him. "No. Not again."
Bakura, who was sitting next to him, rushed to his side. "Marik, what's wrong?"
"Bakura?" he said, looking at him with eyes full of fear. "Where am I?"
"You're at my house. Marik, what happened yesterday?"
"Yesterday? How long have I been asleep?" he asked, slowly sitting up.
"A long time."
Something seemed to click inside of Marik's mind. "That guy! Did he get away?"
Bakura sighed. "Yes, now Marik, calm down and tell me what happened."
"He- um, he-, uh, he said some things. He said a lot of bad things."
"Bad things? About who?"
"About you. He told me that you were his friend. He said you worked together in the past. He told me that--- you were planning on raping and killing me!" the crying once again started.
Bakura rubbed his forehead with his palm. "Marik, so you're telling me that this guy didn't even touch you?"
Silence.
"Marik, he didn't did he?" his tone had become dangerous.
"Um, well, it doesn't really matter!"
"Yes it does!"
"No, it doesn't! Why would you care anyways?! I'm just a waste to you!"
Bakura paused. "Marik, I was upset. I didn't mean those things." He grabbed Marik and hugged him. "I didn't mean any of it and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!"
Marik didn't say anything. He had stopped crying though. "Bakura, don't be sorry. I think that maybe, you were right. I don't deserve to be here. I'm just a waste of everything. That's why that guy just tossed me around like I was nothing--- because I AM nothing."
Bakura pulled Marik away fast. "Marik, DO NOT think like that!"
"I can't help it."
Bakura was at a total loss of words. "Marik--- what has he done to you?" For a moment he was hopeless. Then, a thought jumped into his mind. "Marik, you're coming with me."
He practically dragged Marik outside and to the motorcycle. They were both on and on their way to a distinct destination in minutes.
--
It was around ten minutes when Bakura hit the brakes at the Turtle Game Shop. He hopped of the bike, grabbed Marik and lugged him to the front door.
Marik was really confused. "Bakura, what are you doing?"
"You'll see, but first, I need a cover." His Millennium Ring appeared around his neck and a second later, Ryou stood in front of Marik. He seemed to already know what he needed to do because he knocked on the door without even saying a word. ((AN: Just so you know, it's morning.))
A few moments later, the door opened and a short teen with tri-colored hair stood with a smile on his face. "How can I help you Ryou?" It was Yugi. For a moment, he only seemed to notice Ryou, then his gaze drifted from him, to Marik. "Oh, please, both of you come in."
Ryou dragged Marik into the house and followed Yugi up the stairs to his room. Once they were all inside, Yugi closed the door and took a seat on his bed. "Well, what happened?"
The Millennium Ring shined and Bakura was towering over Yugi with his usual glare.
"Bakura?! But-"
"Yugi, as much as I'd like to hurt you right now, I have a- um, a favor to ask."
"A favor?" As much as Yugi wanted to get out of that room and ask more questions, he knew now was not the time. He also knew that it had to be something VERY important if Bakura would risk his pride to ask his 'enemy' for a favor. "What do you need?"
"I-, I need Yami to remove all the impurity from Marik's soul."
Yugi glanced at Marik, who was staring aimlessly at the ground with a sad look on his face. Yugi was not one to turn down a 'friend' in need, and, he also knew that even if he had once disliked Marik, he didn't deserve to go through whatever he was going through. "Alright Bakura, I'll talk to Yami."
Bakura began to impatiently tap his foot as he waited for Yugi to reason with Yami and explain the situation. He was almost positive that Yami didn't like the idea of helping them because 1) Yami was a lot less easy to convince, and 2) Yami didn't forgive that easily. ((AN: I'm not against Yami at all! I just know that he wouldn't be like: "Of course Bakura, even though we're enemies and you hate me, and want to steal my puzzle and take over the world, I shall help you out." I mean, let's be serious here. Though, Yami is pretty hot ;) ))
Finally after around two minutes, the Millennium Puzzle around Yugi's neck began to glow and a moment later, Yami sat arms crossed in front of the two guys. "Well Bakura?," he sighed, "What is you would like me to do?"
Bakura couldn't help but glare. "Remove the impurity from Marik. Is it too hard for you to do?"
"Of course not. Do not try my patience. Please bring Marik over here," he instructed, motioning to the spot beside him on the bed.
"Fine," he said and urged Marik to the spot. Marik was uneasy, scared, and overall freaked out but, he knew that after this was over, he would feel better.
Yami placed a hand on Marik's forehead and closed his eyes. "Marik, after this, everything will be okay. Any immorality left in you will be gone." He took a deep breath and was about to begin---
But---
To Bakura's surprise, his Millennium Ring once again began to glow and to Yami's surprise, Ryou appeared and ran to Marik's side. "Yami don't! Please! There has to be another way!"
Both Yami and Marik were VERY confused. Yami shook his head. "There isn't."
"There has to be!" he yelled on the verge of tears.
"But Ryou, I thought you wanted this. It's going to help Marik."
"Yes, but then---" he seemed to disregard whatever he was going to say and instead said, "Can't you erase his mind or something?"
"Yes I could but I would also risk TOTALLY erasing his mind."
"Well, can you rewrite yesterday?"
"I suppose, but I've never tried doing that before. Anything could happen."
"Yami, I know you can do it. Please."
"No one will remember what happened yesterday, not even you or I. Are you sure about this?"
"Positive."
"Well, HOW would you like me to rewrite yesterday?"
Ryou thought long and hard for a moment, then a kind smile spread across his face. "Please rewrite yesterday starting with that morning so that Marik and Bakura don't get into a fight. AND--- do not let ANYTHING happen to Marik."
"Very well Ryou, but, I still don't understand---"
Ryou smiled even more, "That's alright, you don't have to."
Yami closed his eyes and an instant later, the Millennium Puzzle began to glow a deep crimson color. "Fate Amendment!"
Those were the last words anyone remembered.
---TBC---
Wow, too much depression in this story that I hadn't counted on! For that I shall give you guys this:
===Next Chapter: Everything's back to normal for now! Did Yami's 'spell' work? (I'll just tell you- it did.) And--- lime, lime, lime! It's the least I could do. Don't get too excited yet- this is definitely NOT the last chapter. Don't forget about the Principal -_-
So anyways, I'm sorry again about the last two chapters. Can you say- Major angst? I should hope so. Oh and, about the whole MarikxBadGuy thing- nothing really HAPPENED, but, there was a small ounce of well, I wouldn't call it rape but, sure, whatever, it's rape. (nothing too major mind you, Marik was still fully clothed.) THAT'S why I brought Yami into the story to change the past cuz I couldn't have some disillusioned, distraught, depressed, and down-in-the-dumps Marik running around. It'd screw up the story and really drag it out. But, I also have to have the minor depression cuz I can't just make a story where: Ch.1: MarikxBakura meet again, Ch.2: MarikxBakura like each other, Ch.3: MarikxBakura get together. The End. It just doesn't sound interesting to me. Does it to you? Oh well. I always put my characters through hell till they get together. I figure, if they like each other, they better be willing to do ANYTHING to get with each other. I may seem mean or something but I'm not! I just want to make this a bit life- like, catch my drift? At least I'm not really pitting them against each other like in my KaibaxYami fic! In that story they don't even know they're enemies! Um, I highly doubt any of you care though.
Oh yeah, about the whole Ryou thing near the end, you'll see about that later. *evil smirk*
And, Marik seems really feminine, with all the crying he does and stuff. Too bad I guess.
Hope ya enjoyed this chapter, except for the annoying long note at the end filled with random chattering oh yeah, and the depression and angst. Pleeeze review though!
Thanks a lot for reading! Ü
```AmethystRoze```