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. After
much name confusion and commenting, I finally got Marik's, his Yami's and
Yami Yugi's names back to how you people are used to hearing them! I'm
sorry if anyone got sidetracked. For future reference: Yami Marik is Marik,
Marik is Malik, and Yami Yugi is Yami. A bit of Yami Bakura x Yami Marik in
here, but not enough to be disturbing.
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Malik entered his room to change, leaving Yugi and his friends in the living room, ~Damn you, Marik. It's because of you running away that I lost my bike! I built her all by myself!!!~ Malik paused halfway through removing his shirt, emitting a sad sigh. Taking his shirt off all the way, Malik turned his back on the mirror on the wall nearby and looked back, brushing gravel off of the surface of his skin. He examined the various scrapes and scratches, frowning at the horizontal cut at his lower back, "Must've been the rod," he muttered. His whole body felt sore and beaten, but none the less, he resisted the temptation to go lay down. Grabbing a new outfit from his dresser drawer, he preceded to start undoing his belt.
Joey looked baffled still, drawing Yugi's attention, "What's on your mind, Joey?" Joey shook his head, "Malik said he was tryin' ta' dodge a wall, Yug'. But I didn't see a wall anywhere on that street." Tristan shrugged, "He was going pretty fast, how could he possibly tell what he was seeing?" Duke nodded, agreeing for once. "I dunno, guys, Malik always rides fast like that. Maybe he really did see something." "Yea, well, we didn't see it," Joey added. Mai waited outside Marik's door, personally interested in just what happened, "Did you die in there?" She called through the door. Mai heard a thump and then a muffled, "Yes!" Mai rolled her eyes, "Well hurry up!" She walked back into the living room, sitting beside Tea.
Within a few moments, Malik emerged from the room and re-joined the group. He'd changed his whole outfit, now wearing a faint blue shirt much like his lavender one. It featured a lower cut neck though. He also wore some comfortable khaki pants which flared at the ankles, "Sorry for the detour..." Malik said, apologizing for making them wait. Yugi shook his head, "It's fine. How did Marik get away anyhow?" Malik sighed and sat in an empty chair, "Bastard broke the bed post I cuffed him to and jumped out the window." Joey grinned suggestively, "Why do you have handcuffs, eh, Malik?" "If you're implying what I think you are..." Malik reached to his side, taking his millenium rod in one hand. "Just kidding!" Joey squeaked.
Marik declined to sit, walking to Bakura's window. Gazing out, he leaned against it, resting his arms above his head on the upper sill, "Do you know what I like about you, Bakura?" Bakura stealthily approached Marik from behind, "No, what?" Marik laughed to himself, "You keep me on my toes. There's never a dull moment with you." Bakura replied without a change in expression as he came quite close to Marik, tightening the grip on the knife in his hand, "I'm glad. Because I need someone like you to keep me amused that way..." Marik smiled. Without warning, he turned around and brought his arms down, placing the chain of his handcuffs behind Bakura's neck. He then crossed his wrists over one another in front of Bakura, holding him tight that way and prepared to choke him. Bakura instinctively raised his knife to Marik, placing it to his neck. Marik purred, making Bakura uncomfortable, "This is why I like you oh so much..."
Pulling his head backward, Marik bowed his neck, extending his tongue to quickly run it over the sharp face of Bakura's knife. Bakura caught sight of a bleeding wound that formed along Marik's tongue. Withdrawing his tongue back into his mouth, Marik enjoyed again that metallic taste of his own blood. Perhaps it wasn't as sweet as Bakura's might be Marik thought, "Please don't kill me, Bakura?" Marik pleaded with mock fear. Bakura had every intention of killing him right out, but he wasn't so sure now. Marik himself didn't kill him, but perhaps he had something worse in mind. Marik seemed hung in suspense for the moment, waiting for the tomb robber's reply. For a second, Bakura was lost in Marik's rare violet eyes. He'd never seen them this close up before. Bakura said nothing as he pulled the blade away from Marik; for sure he thought himself stupid and Marik would kill him! No?
Marik uncrossed his wrists and pulled the chain off of Bakura, "Do I have to do that again or will you help me get these off?" Marik's brief sense of sensitivity wore off and he was back to his demanding deceptive self. Bakura grunted and handed Marik the knife, "Get them off by yourself, you'll receive no help from me." Bakura walked away from Marik to go attend something in the kitchen. Marik smirked, "Love you too," he taunted. Leaning back against the wall, he went to work freeing himself by jamming the knife into the locks of the cuffs. Several attempts later, the slightly bloodied restraints fell to the floor.
"Foolish darkness... I'll let you wander this realm a short while longer, and then you shall be the next play thing of my Lady..." a cold voice purred. Marik's captor and Malik's enemy sat by himself in a stone lined cave lit by torches. In a particularly chilling cavern, a lonely weapon waited silently for her next victim. Marik's captor then smiled and laughed to himself, the noise echoing eerily off of the walls of the cave.
"What do you mean you can't find him?!" Malik roared in Yami's face. Yami sighed, "His signal's being blocked! There is nothing I can do!" Yami snapped back at Malik. Both of them were on their feet, glaring daggers at one another. "Well unblock it!" Malik growled. "I can't..." Yami said, his patience being tried. "Great!" Malik exclaimed sarcastically, "The one person who can locate others without millenium items and he can't do anything!" The rest of Yugi's friends simply watched the two who had been fighting for ten minutes now. Duke finally spoke up, "Hey, I know things aren't exactly the best right now, but can't we work as a team?" Yami sighed and nodded, "Duke's right. We don't accomplish anything by fighting." "Sure we would, we'd achieve fighting. At least that's better than sitting here doing nothing but go over what we already know time and time again.." Malik grumbled. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say it was Marik standing there and not you, lighten up," Tristan remarked.
Malik looked ready to snap at Tristan, but he thought better of it, "Hmph!" "Hm..." Yami looked at his millenium puzzle. Joey blinked, "What is it?" "I'm getting some sort of distress call. Through the puzzle." Yami explained. "Oh, Marik's in trouble? Maybe we should wait awhile before going to check on it," Malik offered. Yami shook his head, "I don't think it's him. But I don't normally pick up on things like this. We should look into it." Serenity stood up, "Let's go then.
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Malik entered his room to change, leaving Yugi and his friends in the living room, ~Damn you, Marik. It's because of you running away that I lost my bike! I built her all by myself!!!~ Malik paused halfway through removing his shirt, emitting a sad sigh. Taking his shirt off all the way, Malik turned his back on the mirror on the wall nearby and looked back, brushing gravel off of the surface of his skin. He examined the various scrapes and scratches, frowning at the horizontal cut at his lower back, "Must've been the rod," he muttered. His whole body felt sore and beaten, but none the less, he resisted the temptation to go lay down. Grabbing a new outfit from his dresser drawer, he preceded to start undoing his belt.
Joey looked baffled still, drawing Yugi's attention, "What's on your mind, Joey?" Joey shook his head, "Malik said he was tryin' ta' dodge a wall, Yug'. But I didn't see a wall anywhere on that street." Tristan shrugged, "He was going pretty fast, how could he possibly tell what he was seeing?" Duke nodded, agreeing for once. "I dunno, guys, Malik always rides fast like that. Maybe he really did see something." "Yea, well, we didn't see it," Joey added. Mai waited outside Marik's door, personally interested in just what happened, "Did you die in there?" She called through the door. Mai heard a thump and then a muffled, "Yes!" Mai rolled her eyes, "Well hurry up!" She walked back into the living room, sitting beside Tea.
Within a few moments, Malik emerged from the room and re-joined the group. He'd changed his whole outfit, now wearing a faint blue shirt much like his lavender one. It featured a lower cut neck though. He also wore some comfortable khaki pants which flared at the ankles, "Sorry for the detour..." Malik said, apologizing for making them wait. Yugi shook his head, "It's fine. How did Marik get away anyhow?" Malik sighed and sat in an empty chair, "Bastard broke the bed post I cuffed him to and jumped out the window." Joey grinned suggestively, "Why do you have handcuffs, eh, Malik?" "If you're implying what I think you are..." Malik reached to his side, taking his millenium rod in one hand. "Just kidding!" Joey squeaked.
Marik declined to sit, walking to Bakura's window. Gazing out, he leaned against it, resting his arms above his head on the upper sill, "Do you know what I like about you, Bakura?" Bakura stealthily approached Marik from behind, "No, what?" Marik laughed to himself, "You keep me on my toes. There's never a dull moment with you." Bakura replied without a change in expression as he came quite close to Marik, tightening the grip on the knife in his hand, "I'm glad. Because I need someone like you to keep me amused that way..." Marik smiled. Without warning, he turned around and brought his arms down, placing the chain of his handcuffs behind Bakura's neck. He then crossed his wrists over one another in front of Bakura, holding him tight that way and prepared to choke him. Bakura instinctively raised his knife to Marik, placing it to his neck. Marik purred, making Bakura uncomfortable, "This is why I like you oh so much..."
Pulling his head backward, Marik bowed his neck, extending his tongue to quickly run it over the sharp face of Bakura's knife. Bakura caught sight of a bleeding wound that formed along Marik's tongue. Withdrawing his tongue back into his mouth, Marik enjoyed again that metallic taste of his own blood. Perhaps it wasn't as sweet as Bakura's might be Marik thought, "Please don't kill me, Bakura?" Marik pleaded with mock fear. Bakura had every intention of killing him right out, but he wasn't so sure now. Marik himself didn't kill him, but perhaps he had something worse in mind. Marik seemed hung in suspense for the moment, waiting for the tomb robber's reply. For a second, Bakura was lost in Marik's rare violet eyes. He'd never seen them this close up before. Bakura said nothing as he pulled the blade away from Marik; for sure he thought himself stupid and Marik would kill him! No?
Marik uncrossed his wrists and pulled the chain off of Bakura, "Do I have to do that again or will you help me get these off?" Marik's brief sense of sensitivity wore off and he was back to his demanding deceptive self. Bakura grunted and handed Marik the knife, "Get them off by yourself, you'll receive no help from me." Bakura walked away from Marik to go attend something in the kitchen. Marik smirked, "Love you too," he taunted. Leaning back against the wall, he went to work freeing himself by jamming the knife into the locks of the cuffs. Several attempts later, the slightly bloodied restraints fell to the floor.
"Foolish darkness... I'll let you wander this realm a short while longer, and then you shall be the next play thing of my Lady..." a cold voice purred. Marik's captor and Malik's enemy sat by himself in a stone lined cave lit by torches. In a particularly chilling cavern, a lonely weapon waited silently for her next victim. Marik's captor then smiled and laughed to himself, the noise echoing eerily off of the walls of the cave.
"What do you mean you can't find him?!" Malik roared in Yami's face. Yami sighed, "His signal's being blocked! There is nothing I can do!" Yami snapped back at Malik. Both of them were on their feet, glaring daggers at one another. "Well unblock it!" Malik growled. "I can't..." Yami said, his patience being tried. "Great!" Malik exclaimed sarcastically, "The one person who can locate others without millenium items and he can't do anything!" The rest of Yugi's friends simply watched the two who had been fighting for ten minutes now. Duke finally spoke up, "Hey, I know things aren't exactly the best right now, but can't we work as a team?" Yami sighed and nodded, "Duke's right. We don't accomplish anything by fighting." "Sure we would, we'd achieve fighting. At least that's better than sitting here doing nothing but go over what we already know time and time again.." Malik grumbled. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say it was Marik standing there and not you, lighten up," Tristan remarked.
Malik looked ready to snap at Tristan, but he thought better of it, "Hmph!" "Hm..." Yami looked at his millenium puzzle. Joey blinked, "What is it?" "I'm getting some sort of distress call. Through the puzzle." Yami explained. "Oh, Marik's in trouble? Maybe we should wait awhile before going to check on it," Malik offered. Yami shook his head, "I don't think it's him. But I don't normally pick up on things like this. We should look into it." Serenity stood up, "Let's go then.
