This is a Yu-Gi-Oh, fic. Yay! o.o It takes place after Battle City, but
I've decided to pretend everything after that never happened, at least not
yet. Hey, I needed a place to stick the setting, alright? Kazuki Takahashi
owns Yu-Gi-Oh, and all of its characters. I take no claim over them.
EDIT: (Marik's name has been changed to Malik. Yami Marik's name has been changed to Marik. Yami Yugi's name has been changed to Yami.)
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"I think you're taking this a bit far, Hikari..." Marik said as he watched Malik handcuff him to a bed post. He wasn't worried at all, in fact, he was amused. "No, I don't. You know, if I had a cage, I'd put you in there," Malik replied rudely as he made the handcuffs far too tight on Marik's wrists. "Careful," Marik noted. Malik stood straight and kicked Marik in the side, "Just shut up... I'll be checking on you, so don't be stupid...again." Marik gave a grunt at the abuse, smiling up at his Hikari, "Yes, master." Malik sneered and left Marik alone in the guest room.
Marik looked around the room; there was a window. A good sized one too. He guessed it wasn't locked... But there were the handcuffs to deal with first. Leaning back on the bed as much as the cuffs would allow, he raised a foot and kicked the bed post, feeling the cuffs cut into his wrists. The post emitted a slight crack, but it was the thump that his foot created that would draw attention. He abruptly returned to the position he was in before, but moved down to the floor. Malik appeared at the doorway, "What are you doing?!" Marik looked over at him, "I fell off..." he lied, while getting back up on the bed. Malik narrowed his eyes, "Baka..." He exited the room once more, leaving Marik alone.
After Malik left, a gleam came to Marik's eye; he repeated what he had before, this time the bed post gave way. To seal his cover up, he yelled to Malik, "You dumb ass! Couldn't you have cuffed me to the center of the bed so I wouldn't keep falling off?!" He laughed inwardly as Malik replied, "That's your fault, not mine!" Now that he was free of the bed, Marik was still cuffed, but mobile. He carefully made his way over to the window, trying not to make a sound. He checked the window. Success! It was unlocked. Since the house had only one floor and then a basement, there was only a two or three foot drop to the ground. Marik quickly slid up the window removing the screen with painstaking silence. Exiting through the window, he edged along the side of the house, ducking down while passing windows. Then he ran off, a perfect getaway.
"I'm guessing you got your balance." Malik said, approaching the guest room. When he didn't get a reply, he sped up and swung around the doorframe. He gawked at the empty room and then the open window, "Oh, FUCK!" "Is something wrong, master Malik?" Odion peered around the corner. "Marik got away!" Malik snapped. Odion had no time to reply as Malik sped past him. Odion heard a door slam and then the sound of a motorcycle roaring down the driveway. "Oh dear..." Odion sighed.
By this time, Marik had slowed to a comfortable stroll. He checked out his wrists, noticing some blood leaking from them. Pausing for a moment, he raised his wrists to his face and licked the wounds clean. The metallic taste was like nothing he'd ever tasted. In fact, it was the only thing he'd ever tasted. Even when he had control over Malik's body, he could not taste anything. Or feel for that matter. He liked this taste. The taste of blood. He continued to walk again, lowering his hands. It was then that he noticed someone walking beside him. One glance toward his right revealed feathery white hair and he knew who it was.
Malik flew down the street in a fury, having completely skipped applying a helmet to his head. The speed limit didn't matter right now, nor did traffic. He weaved left and right, receiving honks and bystanders dodging out of his way. His eyes darted back and forth, trying to find Marik. It would be hard to miss him since he stood out as the only person in the city with hair about at tall as Yugi. "You idiot. How the hell did you manage to- WOAH!" Malik swerved to avoid an oncoming car.
Duke, Serenity, and Joey were nearly hit as Malik sped past in a blur. The gang was headed over to Malik's house to share new information with him. But after that near miss, the mission was briefly forgotten. "Hey, you psycho! Watch it!" Duke screamed. Slowing a tiny bit to hug a corner with his bike, Malik was visible for a moment before heading off down another side street. He obviously didn't hear Duke. Tea pointed, "Hey that was Malik!" "Where's he goin'?" Joey asked. "I don't know," Yugi said, "He's sure in a hurry."
"Here he comes now, watch this..." Bakura said with a grin. His millenium ring rose from his chest. Malik was NOT prepared for what came next. Suddenly there was a wall in front of him. Where had THAT come from?! Malik swerved his bike left, hoping to avoid the wall entirely and that brought him toward some bushes. The wall then faded. Malik's bike connected with the bushes and the one foot concrete base they were planted in. The bike flipped, tossing its rider. Malik hit the ground harshly, tumbling around a bit on the sidewalk and cutting his flesh all over. His bike hit the ground next, dangerously close to him. Its gas tank erupted in flames sending the entire bike into an inferno. Shrapnel flew from the wreck, pelting the ground around Malik.
Malik's millenium rod was cutting into his lower back with its bladed tip. He groaned in pain and rolled over, choking back the usual tears that came with immense injury. The back of his shirt was torn in the upper right hand corner, revealing some of the carvings in his back. Nearby, two shadowy figures ran from the scene, laughing like maniacs. Naturally, the scene drew spectators among those were Yugi and his friends. The plumes of smoke sent up into the air by the totaled bike could be seen for at least a mile.
Despite the still potentially dangerous bike, Yugi ran over to Malik, "Malik! Are you ok? What happened?!" Tea, Mai, Duke, and Serenity stayed back from the accident while the others joined Yugi and helped Malik up. Malik coughed a bit after having had the wind knocked out of him. "Hey buddy, did ya' break anything?" Malik shook his head. Tristan and Joey sat Malik down and gave him some breathing room. "Malik, what happened?" Yugi asked again. "I was looking for Marik...and there was a wall... I don't know how I didn't see it before..." Malik choked out. Joey looked around, "What wall?" Tristan did the same, "Uh, man... Maybe you imagined it?" "Looking for Marik? He ran away again?" Yugi asked. Malik only nodded and hung his head.
Within minutes, there were sirens in the distance. Malik looked over at his bike, heartbroken, "Let's just go. I don't want to deal with the police," Malik said, getting shakily to his feet. Joey noticed the exposed part of Malik's back, seeing a wing of Isis, "Awesome tattoo." Malik's eyes went wide. He immediately put a hand over his back, "That's not a tattoo, don't look at it!" he snapped. Malik stormed away from Joey, developing a limp. "Jeez, what was that for?" Joey asked. Yugi followed Malik, "Here, let us take you home."
Marik smiled as he followed Bakura up to his apartment, "You still hate me, yes?" Bakura nodded, "Yes, but I can tolerate you." ~And use you...~ "I see that you meant it when you said you don't stay dead. You cockroach..." Marik teased. "I'm flattered," Bakura said blandly, turning the key in the lock of his apartment door. As they both entered, Marik made a request, "Perhaps you could help me remove these, yes?" Marik raised his handcuffs. Bakura shook his head, "Not yet. I know you too well." "I might have known," said Marik with a smile. "Have a seat would you?" Bakura offered while brandishing a switchblade behind his back.
EDIT: (Marik's name has been changed to Malik. Yami Marik's name has been changed to Marik. Yami Yugi's name has been changed to Yami.)
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"I think you're taking this a bit far, Hikari..." Marik said as he watched Malik handcuff him to a bed post. He wasn't worried at all, in fact, he was amused. "No, I don't. You know, if I had a cage, I'd put you in there," Malik replied rudely as he made the handcuffs far too tight on Marik's wrists. "Careful," Marik noted. Malik stood straight and kicked Marik in the side, "Just shut up... I'll be checking on you, so don't be stupid...again." Marik gave a grunt at the abuse, smiling up at his Hikari, "Yes, master." Malik sneered and left Marik alone in the guest room.
Marik looked around the room; there was a window. A good sized one too. He guessed it wasn't locked... But there were the handcuffs to deal with first. Leaning back on the bed as much as the cuffs would allow, he raised a foot and kicked the bed post, feeling the cuffs cut into his wrists. The post emitted a slight crack, but it was the thump that his foot created that would draw attention. He abruptly returned to the position he was in before, but moved down to the floor. Malik appeared at the doorway, "What are you doing?!" Marik looked over at him, "I fell off..." he lied, while getting back up on the bed. Malik narrowed his eyes, "Baka..." He exited the room once more, leaving Marik alone.
After Malik left, a gleam came to Marik's eye; he repeated what he had before, this time the bed post gave way. To seal his cover up, he yelled to Malik, "You dumb ass! Couldn't you have cuffed me to the center of the bed so I wouldn't keep falling off?!" He laughed inwardly as Malik replied, "That's your fault, not mine!" Now that he was free of the bed, Marik was still cuffed, but mobile. He carefully made his way over to the window, trying not to make a sound. He checked the window. Success! It was unlocked. Since the house had only one floor and then a basement, there was only a two or three foot drop to the ground. Marik quickly slid up the window removing the screen with painstaking silence. Exiting through the window, he edged along the side of the house, ducking down while passing windows. Then he ran off, a perfect getaway.
"I'm guessing you got your balance." Malik said, approaching the guest room. When he didn't get a reply, he sped up and swung around the doorframe. He gawked at the empty room and then the open window, "Oh, FUCK!" "Is something wrong, master Malik?" Odion peered around the corner. "Marik got away!" Malik snapped. Odion had no time to reply as Malik sped past him. Odion heard a door slam and then the sound of a motorcycle roaring down the driveway. "Oh dear..." Odion sighed.
By this time, Marik had slowed to a comfortable stroll. He checked out his wrists, noticing some blood leaking from them. Pausing for a moment, he raised his wrists to his face and licked the wounds clean. The metallic taste was like nothing he'd ever tasted. In fact, it was the only thing he'd ever tasted. Even when he had control over Malik's body, he could not taste anything. Or feel for that matter. He liked this taste. The taste of blood. He continued to walk again, lowering his hands. It was then that he noticed someone walking beside him. One glance toward his right revealed feathery white hair and he knew who it was.
Malik flew down the street in a fury, having completely skipped applying a helmet to his head. The speed limit didn't matter right now, nor did traffic. He weaved left and right, receiving honks and bystanders dodging out of his way. His eyes darted back and forth, trying to find Marik. It would be hard to miss him since he stood out as the only person in the city with hair about at tall as Yugi. "You idiot. How the hell did you manage to- WOAH!" Malik swerved to avoid an oncoming car.
Duke, Serenity, and Joey were nearly hit as Malik sped past in a blur. The gang was headed over to Malik's house to share new information with him. But after that near miss, the mission was briefly forgotten. "Hey, you psycho! Watch it!" Duke screamed. Slowing a tiny bit to hug a corner with his bike, Malik was visible for a moment before heading off down another side street. He obviously didn't hear Duke. Tea pointed, "Hey that was Malik!" "Where's he goin'?" Joey asked. "I don't know," Yugi said, "He's sure in a hurry."
"Here he comes now, watch this..." Bakura said with a grin. His millenium ring rose from his chest. Malik was NOT prepared for what came next. Suddenly there was a wall in front of him. Where had THAT come from?! Malik swerved his bike left, hoping to avoid the wall entirely and that brought him toward some bushes. The wall then faded. Malik's bike connected with the bushes and the one foot concrete base they were planted in. The bike flipped, tossing its rider. Malik hit the ground harshly, tumbling around a bit on the sidewalk and cutting his flesh all over. His bike hit the ground next, dangerously close to him. Its gas tank erupted in flames sending the entire bike into an inferno. Shrapnel flew from the wreck, pelting the ground around Malik.
Malik's millenium rod was cutting into his lower back with its bladed tip. He groaned in pain and rolled over, choking back the usual tears that came with immense injury. The back of his shirt was torn in the upper right hand corner, revealing some of the carvings in his back. Nearby, two shadowy figures ran from the scene, laughing like maniacs. Naturally, the scene drew spectators among those were Yugi and his friends. The plumes of smoke sent up into the air by the totaled bike could be seen for at least a mile.
Despite the still potentially dangerous bike, Yugi ran over to Malik, "Malik! Are you ok? What happened?!" Tea, Mai, Duke, and Serenity stayed back from the accident while the others joined Yugi and helped Malik up. Malik coughed a bit after having had the wind knocked out of him. "Hey buddy, did ya' break anything?" Malik shook his head. Tristan and Joey sat Malik down and gave him some breathing room. "Malik, what happened?" Yugi asked again. "I was looking for Marik...and there was a wall... I don't know how I didn't see it before..." Malik choked out. Joey looked around, "What wall?" Tristan did the same, "Uh, man... Maybe you imagined it?" "Looking for Marik? He ran away again?" Yugi asked. Malik only nodded and hung his head.
Within minutes, there were sirens in the distance. Malik looked over at his bike, heartbroken, "Let's just go. I don't want to deal with the police," Malik said, getting shakily to his feet. Joey noticed the exposed part of Malik's back, seeing a wing of Isis, "Awesome tattoo." Malik's eyes went wide. He immediately put a hand over his back, "That's not a tattoo, don't look at it!" he snapped. Malik stormed away from Joey, developing a limp. "Jeez, what was that for?" Joey asked. Yugi followed Malik, "Here, let us take you home."
Marik smiled as he followed Bakura up to his apartment, "You still hate me, yes?" Bakura nodded, "Yes, but I can tolerate you." ~And use you...~ "I see that you meant it when you said you don't stay dead. You cockroach..." Marik teased. "I'm flattered," Bakura said blandly, turning the key in the lock of his apartment door. As they both entered, Marik made a request, "Perhaps you could help me remove these, yes?" Marik raised his handcuffs. Bakura shook his head, "Not yet. I know you too well." "I might have known," said Marik with a smile. "Have a seat would you?" Bakura offered while brandishing a switchblade behind his back.
