A/N Okay Y'all, I'm back with more rip-roarin' lock-loaded action! So don't
go away! The identity of the lover is revealed (perhaps)! Duhn-duhn-duhn!
Disclaimer- Covered this last chapter people.
Chapter 3-Vision
~Still in the Third Person~
Marik quickly tired of slowly opening the door. He decided it was time to go in hard and fast. With a quick snap kick he had the door open wide.
As the door handle collided with the wall behind it Marik realized his mistake. Behind the door was a floor splotched with puddles of water, a tub half-filled with water (the rest being on the floor) and bubble residue, and several heaps of clothing.
These clothes ranged from the usual to the strange. An average observer would never have guessed that the same person who'd somehow managed to hook their pink g-string over the lights of the vanity-style mirror had been wearing the black leather pants* or that the person wearing no less than nine knife sheathes had been wearing Care Bear briefs**.
But Marik was no ordinary observer. He knew exactly who belonged with each item in the bathroom and that the way the items where arranged was a testament to the activities that had so obviously occurred earlier.
With all these facts gathered Marik concurred that these activities had moved elsewhere therefore he must search another of the doors. This time he would have to be more careful with his selection of a door.
When he'd last sought to detect his hikari Marik had only detected part of his essence, what had been left behind. The thought of Malik with his lover infuriated him.
After all it was HIS lover and Marik like to share. Marik left the bathroom not even trying to be silence his steps. He no longer cared.
Anything that got in his way was going to die.
*~*~*~
Malik awoke to a cramping sensation in his abdomen. A feeling very similar to cramps, and oh how he wished it were cramps.
But it wasn't, this was the feeling one gets when one is being drawn on for energy. His Yami was in the house, drawing closer with every heartbeat. Malik, tried to grab for the bat next to the bed, run, or anything.
Malik knew it was too late as the door blew off its hinges with an explosion of Shadow Powers.
~Marik~
The first thing I saw as I walked into the room was my hikari, struggling pathetically on the floor to move. I had deliberately overdrawn his energy reserves. He probably wouldn't survive. How sad.
"Ah, Malik," I mocked scornfully, " I guess it must be a frigid day in hell because it looks like your kneeling to me." A low evil sounding laugh erupted from my throat.
I went and knelt beside my twitching Hikari. His skin looked about two shades paler and he was, to no success, trying to climb up onto the bed. Grabbing a large portion of his hair I bought him up to his knees.
Yanking on his hair viciously I said," You've betrayed me so many times before. I've rather generously let you live. Time after time you turn against me. But I've let you live, but not this time!"
Malik's eyes opened rather wide after this statement and he looked like he was going to try something rash. All thoughts of heroism disappeared as I kicked him in the balls.
He is such a wuss, his eyes rolled back in his head and he fainted. I ripped out a chunk of his hair. I decided to keep it. You never know when you might need something like that. The hair of a fairy.
Now I could pay attention to more important things, like the angel lying on the bed. There was nothing to block my way.
Bakura was lying with his back toward me all I had to do was grab him and run.
*~*~*~
A/N I'm evil and I know it! Now all the major players have been revealed. Or have they?
You know the drill! Review and get more!!!
Disclaimer- Covered this last chapter people.
Chapter 3-Vision
~Still in the Third Person~
Marik quickly tired of slowly opening the door. He decided it was time to go in hard and fast. With a quick snap kick he had the door open wide.
As the door handle collided with the wall behind it Marik realized his mistake. Behind the door was a floor splotched with puddles of water, a tub half-filled with water (the rest being on the floor) and bubble residue, and several heaps of clothing.
These clothes ranged from the usual to the strange. An average observer would never have guessed that the same person who'd somehow managed to hook their pink g-string over the lights of the vanity-style mirror had been wearing the black leather pants* or that the person wearing no less than nine knife sheathes had been wearing Care Bear briefs**.
But Marik was no ordinary observer. He knew exactly who belonged with each item in the bathroom and that the way the items where arranged was a testament to the activities that had so obviously occurred earlier.
With all these facts gathered Marik concurred that these activities had moved elsewhere therefore he must search another of the doors. This time he would have to be more careful with his selection of a door.
When he'd last sought to detect his hikari Marik had only detected part of his essence, what had been left behind. The thought of Malik with his lover infuriated him.
After all it was HIS lover and Marik like to share. Marik left the bathroom not even trying to be silence his steps. He no longer cared.
Anything that got in his way was going to die.
*~*~*~
Malik awoke to a cramping sensation in his abdomen. A feeling very similar to cramps, and oh how he wished it were cramps.
But it wasn't, this was the feeling one gets when one is being drawn on for energy. His Yami was in the house, drawing closer with every heartbeat. Malik, tried to grab for the bat next to the bed, run, or anything.
Malik knew it was too late as the door blew off its hinges with an explosion of Shadow Powers.
~Marik~
The first thing I saw as I walked into the room was my hikari, struggling pathetically on the floor to move. I had deliberately overdrawn his energy reserves. He probably wouldn't survive. How sad.
"Ah, Malik," I mocked scornfully, " I guess it must be a frigid day in hell because it looks like your kneeling to me." A low evil sounding laugh erupted from my throat.
I went and knelt beside my twitching Hikari. His skin looked about two shades paler and he was, to no success, trying to climb up onto the bed. Grabbing a large portion of his hair I bought him up to his knees.
Yanking on his hair viciously I said," You've betrayed me so many times before. I've rather generously let you live. Time after time you turn against me. But I've let you live, but not this time!"
Malik's eyes opened rather wide after this statement and he looked like he was going to try something rash. All thoughts of heroism disappeared as I kicked him in the balls.
He is such a wuss, his eyes rolled back in his head and he fainted. I ripped out a chunk of his hair. I decided to keep it. You never know when you might need something like that. The hair of a fairy.
Now I could pay attention to more important things, like the angel lying on the bed. There was nothing to block my way.
Bakura was lying with his back toward me all I had to do was grab him and run.
*~*~*~
A/N I'm evil and I know it! Now all the major players have been revealed. Or have they?
You know the drill! Review and get more!!!