By: Leiko
Leiko: o.o;
Marise: Doesn't this part go at the end? ~Sweatdrop.~
Leiko: ;; That's the problem…
Marise: ……What?
Leiko: I don't know what to write for this chapter…
Marise: -_-; Oh Ra…… ~Smacks her hikari.~ Just start writing, everything will fall into place from there.
Leiko: e.e; Fiiiiiine…. Abusive yami.. v.v;;
Marise: Damn right!
Leiko: … -.-;; That's not something to be proud of..
Marise: …… oh well.. -_-;
Yami sighed as he closed the front door behind him, Bakura and Marik still arguing at the time. He walked down the few steps in front of his house and down the sidewalk. He then walked up the front steps to Malik's house and took deep breath, then knocked on the door and waited.
When no one answered within five minutes he knocked again. He would've expected Isis to answer the door by now, if she hadn't moved out of the house to go to college in a different country. He sighed and then knocked once more, waited and was about to knock again when the door swung opened.
Yami blinked, the first thing he saw while looking in was a tanned and well-built chest, causing his cheeks to turn a slight tint of red. He looked up finally to see an un-happy looking Malik. "What do you want?" he asked rather harshly as he gave Yami a cold glare with her lavender eyes.
"I want to asked you a few things, that okay?" he asked, tilting his head to the side, giving Malik a rather innocent look, kinda Yuugi would've done had he been confused.
"Then ask your damned questions and leave," he growled, closing his eyes as he waited for the questions to slip from Yami's mouth.
"Can I at least come in?" Yami asked, rather curiously.
Malik muttered as he slid out of the way, allowing Yami to enter. Yami walked into the living room and sat down on the couch, watching Malik sit on the ground, then lie down and start to do sit-ups.
"Gunna ask your questions or just sit there and stare at me while I work out?" he asked, closing his eyes as he started counting to himself, a slight smirk slipping onto his lips, but not enough to where Yami could see it.
"Oh! Umm.. I wanted to know why you came to Seto's the other day, looking for me," he informed Malik.
"I forget why. It wasn't that important anyways," he informed the tri haired color teen, counting in the fifties by now.
"Oh," Yami sighed, closing his eyes. "Then will you answer my question?"
"Might as well, shoot," Malik sighed and continued with his sit-ups, now close to about a hundred.
"Do you want to play the keyboard for our band?" he asked, never missing one beat as he asked him, though his heart seemed to pound and felt like it would shatter if he said no.
Malik stopped his sit-ups half way through his hundred and ninth one and looked at Yami.
"I mean, it would be great to have two keyboarders on our band but if we only have to have Seto then I guess that's fine as well," Yami added, seeming a bit sad at the end of it, hoping it would work to get Malik to join.
(Marise: Eh… Nani? Seto hasn't even said he would join yet… Leiko: O_o; It's part of Yami's plan to get them both… ; Marise: But how will he get Seto? That trick won't work on him… Leiko: Guess you'll just have to wait.. ^.^;; Marise: …Damn hikari.. ~Mutters.~)
Malik blinked and looked at the ground. "Why have me as you're keyboarder when you already have Seto?" he asked, looking at Yami still.
"Well, just in case Seto can't make it to a gig or something, you'd be there. Of course both of you will play at every gig together, it's just a safety precaution," he explained.
Malik was about to open his mouth to answer Yami when there was a knock on the door. He muttered slightly as he stood up and walked to the door, opening it up and leaning his shoulder against the frame of the door, looking down. "What do you want Mai?" he asked rather harshly, growling slightly.
Mai blinked and looked at Malik then glanced in, noticing Yami. She let a smirk slip across her lips, looking up at Malik as he shook his head lightly. "I know what you're thinking Mai, and it's a no… I was doing sit-ups," he explained.
Mai frowned lightly, crossing her arms over her stomach area. "Did you at least tell him what you planned to tell him yesterday?" she asked.
Malik was quiet for a while and Mai blinked once more. She then sighed and grabbed Malik's earring, pulling him outside. "What happened?" she question, releasing Malik's earring, once they were outside, and crossed her arms, looking up at the blond. "Tell me what happened. I know something did because you aren't talkin' and you're still not in Yami's band," the blonde female informed him.
"Yeah well…I went lookin' for Yami yesterday to tell him I would join," he started to explain, leaning his back up against the wall of the house. "I saw Yuugi and asked him where Yami was, he told me Yami was at Seto's so I made my way over there. I found Seto taking 'advantage' of Yami, if you want to call it that, and the thing is.. Yami wasn't showing any signs of fighting back," he finished.
"Oh, you poor thing," Mai sighed. "Well, what does he want now?" she asked, tilting her head to the side as she looked up at her 'former boyfriend.'
"To see if I'll be in his band. Being if Seto doesn't show up for one gig then they know I'll be there," he informed, looking off to the side.
"Tell him you'll be in the band. Might as well try, ne?" she smiled, it almost seeming as a slight smirk.
"What's the point?" he asked, reverting his light lavender gaze back upon the blonde female.
"Because, then you can work close with him and get to understand what he likes and snatch his heart from Seto's grasp," she smiled still, winking slightly. "Anyways, I gotta jet. Goin' to meet Jounouchi at the mall. Time to teach that pup what serious work is," she laughed and walked off, giving him a half wave. "See ya," she said and dropped her hand at her side.
Malik shook his head and muttered," Damn women, why the hell do they always have to make sense when it comes to shit like this?" he asked himself, muttering still about it.
He pushed his back off the wall and made his way back into his house, and went back to lying on the ground. He slipped his hands back behind his head like he does when he does sit-ups. "Fine…I'll be in your little band," he finally answered the question, closing his eyes.
Yami nodded. "Thanks Malik; and you do understand about yesterday, ne?" he asked, his head tilting to the side softly as he kept his crimson gaze upon Malik, trying not to blush at the sit of the blonde on the ground with no shirt and sweating.
"Yeah, sure," the blonde answered quickly, not caring much to have the images from yesterday in his head. He hated the very thought about what he had seen yesterday and never wanted to be reminded about it.
Yami stood up and smiled, nodding his head to Malik. "Arigatou, Malik," he spoke softly and turned towards the door, stepping past Malik and walking out of his house, the door closing softly behind him.
(Marise: Yer gunna do it, aren't ya?
Leiko: . Yes! Mwahahaha!)
Malik sighed and quickly stood up. He ran to his front door and opened it, then followed after Yami. He caught up with him and grabbed his arm, just hard enough to stop and turn him around.
Yami looked up at Malik and blinked, his head tilted to the side. "Somethin--" Malik slipping his lips against Yami's, his hand sliding around Yami's waist, cut him off there.
Malik then released Yami, pulling his hand back, looking towards the ground, off to the side. He wasn't sure if he wanted to see Yami's expression at the moment. After a few moments of silent Malik looked back at Yami to find a kind and soft look on his face.
Yami stepped up to Malik and placed a hand on his cheek, smiling softly. "I would love to be with you Malik but Seto still holds part of me and I don't want to hurt you while I try to get that part of me back," Yami informed him, slipping his lips across Malik's softly.
"I'm sorry, but for the moment you'll have to deal without me," Yami sighed, stepping back from Malik.
"Oh, we're practicing at my house and it would be great of you to go and make sure Bakura isn't trying to kill Marik," he laughed nervously.
Malik nodded. "Yeah, I'll check on them after I take a shower. Just out of curiosity, why can't you check on them?"
"I have to go and talk to Seto because I believe he forgot about today's practice session," he explained.
Malik blinked and nodded. "Okay," he spoke softly in a reply.
Yami laughed lightly and smiled, placing a soft and kind of teasing kiss on Malik's lips. "Don't worry, you're gunna come first, when I get that part of me back from Seto," he explained once more, reassuring Malik.
Malik blushed softly and nodded. "Hai, I understand," he told Yami before the short teenage boy walked out, closing the door behind him.
Malik turned around and walked to the bathroom, grabbing some towels out and tossing them on the counter. He reached over and turned the water on, allowing it to warm up as he stripped off his clothes. After that task was done he placed his hand under the water, testing the temperature of it.
He then nodded and slid in, under the water. The soothing warm water fell against his dark tan Egyptian skin and into his light blonde hair. He closed his clear lavender colored eyes and enjoyed the feel of the water on his skin.
Yami sighed once he finally reached Seto's front door. He knocked loudly and placed his hands down at his side, clutching the loose fabric of his dark blue worn out jeans. He closed his crimson eyes and took a deep breath; a slight breeze slipping passed him and moved his tri-colored hair a bit. He then re-opened his eyes, never having heard the door open, as his gaze soon met with that of a pair of stormy blue eyes. Yami stepped back slightly as he blinked, getting the person into his full vision.
"Hello Yami," came a somewhat seductive voice, wanting to make Yami melt right where he stood.
(Marise: STOP! .;
Leiko: Stop what? o.o;
Marise: With the descriptions!
Leiko: o_o; Why?
Marise: ..'' You're making me drool over them.
Leiko: XD I'm doing that to myself too, so dun worry Yami.)
"H-Hello Seto," Yami spoke softly, trying to regain his confidence.
"Come here for something?" he asked, leaning his shoulder against the frame of the door, watching Yami the whole time. "Or did you come here to finish up what was so rudely interrupted?" he asked, a smirk making its way across his lips.
Yami shook his head. "Iie, I just wanted to know if you wanted to be a keyboarder for my band," he stated, trying to stand his ground firmly.
"Really now? Why do you need me in your band? I'm sure you could get Malik if you tried hard enough," Seto commented, that smirk still grazed his lips.
Yami frowned as he tilted his head to the side. "Do you want to play for me or not Seto? Personally, I don't care. Malik will wonder why your never there and I'll just tell him I kicked you off the band," he informed Seto.
"Os, so I see, you already paid Malik a little visit now?" he asked, laughing lightly.
"Yea, and not how you think, Seto," Yami smirked lightly. "All I had to do was tell him you were in the band and he joined," Yami informed.
"Oh, so he doesn't like me very much, now does he? Are you trying to tell me he joined to protect you from me?" he asked out of curiosity.
"Who knows Seto, but I don't care to get into that with you. If you don't want to be in my band then so be it," Yami spoke sternly and turned around.
Seto pushed his shoulder off the doorframe and reached his hand out, slipping his arm around Yami's waist, pulling Yami's back to his chest.
"Seto! Let me go, Ra damnit!" Yami growled slightly as he glared back at Seto, refusing to let Seto win anymore.
Seto smirked as he placed his lips next to Yami's ears. "Trust me, I know what you're up to, I'm not stupid. But, I find your little game rather cute, so I'll play along in this game of yours," he whispered.
Yami growled as he glared back at Seto. "I don't know what you're talking about Seto. If you think I'm asking you to be on the band because I still have feelings for you, you're sadly mistaken and dead wrong," Yami informed him.
"Am I Yami? Or do I just see through you more than you like?" he asked smugly, kissing Yami softly on his neck.
Yami growled still, pulling away from Seto. He then turned and glared, frowning slightly.
"Well, I suppose that was okay. Good enough to be a singer for this band," Marik laughed lightly, hitting the cymbal on his drum set.
Bakura looked back at him, tilting his head to the side softly. "Oh, and do you think you're better?" he asked, smirking softly.
"Actually, I know I couldn't do better because I'm a drummer, not a singer," he commented. "But I do know a few things I'm better at," he yawned. He slid out from behind the drums, casually, and walked to Yami's bed, sitting on it.
Bakura glared at him. "Really? Are you that confident on that?" he asked, pulling his guitar off his shoulder and leaned it against the wall. He walked over to Marik and stood in front of him.
Marik blinked and looked at him, smirking softly. "Hai, I am," he told him.
"Care to keep that confidence?" he asked, a slight twinkle of mischievousness slipping into his chocolate colored eyes.
Marik stood up and looked down at Bakura. "Only if you say you're mine," Marik informed, his hands resting at his sides.
"Why have me say something you already know is true?" Bakura asked, slanting his head to the side delicately.
"Because it would sound better coming from your own lips than me just thinking I know the answer," he informed him, leaning down lightly, keeping his lips a few centimeters away from Bakura's.
"Hn. And if I don't tell you?"
"Then you won't get a thing from me anymore," Marik told him, pulling his lips away from Bakura's and placing one foot to the side, about to step passed Bakura. The silver haired boy growled as he grabbed Marik's wrist as he walked by.
"Hmm?" came Marik voice as he blinked, glancing back at Bakura as he got his back slammed against the wall.
"You wanna toy with me? Do you like with my emotions!? I'm willing to show you that I do care, that I have feelings for you and then you decide to ignore them and walk care! You think I plan to let you act like that after all the things you've done to me?!" he shouted and continued. "You caused most of these scars that I have on my body!" he growled.
"N-Nani?!" Marik asked, looking at Bakura, his head tilted to the side as his golden earring swayed slightly, a shocked expression placed in his eyes and across his face.
"Don't act dumb with me! Don't tell me you don't remember that night!" he continued to shout.
"I really don't remember what you're talking about Bakura," Marik informed him with a soft sigh.
"When we were in my room! The first day we met! You decided to have a bit of fun! Remember now!? Put me damn well near death!" Bakura growled as he tried to get Marik to remember. Marik blinked and looked at the ground, the memories of that day sliding back into his mind. "…I remember now," he spoke softly. (Marise: Flashback? -_-; Leiko: o.o Hai! Of course.. they need to know what is going on in my little brain… Marise: Little is right.. -_-;;; Leiko: .. Shut up.. -.-")
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"Hoi! Come on Bakura-sama! He's nice, once you get to know him…" a female's voice dropped off towards the end. "Anyways, he's into the whole knives and blood stuff.. along with the chains and such!" she finished, making sure to place some energy into it.
"Hai! Come on Baku-sama! You two will get along great with each other!" came another female's voice as she laughed lightly. "Whom else are you going to find around here that's into the stuff as well?" she asked, tilting her head to the side letting her light brown hair move a bit.
"How the hell do I let you two talk me into this?" he muttered, crossing his arms. His hair was silver and it dropped down to a little passed his shoulders. He was wearing a white t-shirt with a pair of worn out blue jeans, a black belt within the loops around the waist of his pants.
The girls just smiled and shrugged, pushing Bakura into his room. "Having fun Baku-sama!" they said in unison as they closed the door behind him. They made their way down to the living room so those two could be alone in peace.
Bakura muttered and looked about his dark room, sighing softly. His chocolate brown eyes then came upon a shadowy figure leaning up against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest area and his head hanging down lightly. He reached his hand out and flipped on the light switch, the full view of the man coming out now. He had dark tan skin and golden earrings hanging down from his ears. He wore golden rings around both his upper arms and around his forearms; he also was wearing golden rings tightly around his neck, slightly like a choker. He slowly opened his eyes, allowing Bakura to see his dark lavender eyes as they fixed on him. He was wearing a dark green shirt and pair of light sand colored khaki pants. On the bed was a dark purple cape and it had a golden chain on the front of it as well, Bakura guessed he had taken it off.
He slowly pushed his back off the wall and walked over to Bakura, a slight smirk slipping onto his lips as he looked down upon the silver-haired male, a hint of mischievousness and evilness slipping into his eyes as he took a step back and examined him. "So…" he spoke softly, yet dangerously. "You must be Bakura, a tomb robber, if I am not mistaken," he finished, still examining him.
Bakura growled softly and stepped back, glaring dangerously at the blonde with his chocolate eyes, the golden ring hanging down from his neck appearing from behind his shirt, now laying atop of the fabric. "What of it?" he growled.
"Just making sure," he smirked as it held out the rod, the eyes on the rod glowing as one of the golden shards hanging from the ring light up, pointing towards the rod. Soon the rest started to glow and all pointed towards the rod, Bakura then knew he had some power. "What exactly did you want now?" Bakura asked as he took another step back.
Marik smirked as he stepped towards Bakura, grabbing one of his wrists and pinned him against the wall, a devilish smirk slipping upon his lips as his eyes allowed him to play the part rather well. "I was forced to come and meet you, I didn't care to come and I still don't really care to be here, but I might as well have some fun, ne?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.
"I don't care what you want," Bakura snarled, struggling to get out of the blonde Egyptian's grasp, but it wasn't working very well. He glared death at him, nearly threatening to send him to the shadow realm, and most likely would've but Bakura was too much up for the challenge of having someone stronger than him.
"My, my.. you like to struggle, don't you?" Marik sneered, leaning in towards Bakura more. Bakura moved his head a bit, growling as he continued to glare at the man. He hated being held down, he didn't like the feeling that he was weak, and allowing this man to hold him down like this, and not being able to do anything about it, didn't help at all.
"You're just like a scared and frightened animal, fighting so you won't have to be tamed… so you won't have to live like others want you too," Marik commented, licking Bakura's cheek slightly, the evil smirk still plastered along his lips.
"So what… you plan to try and tame me?" he asked, a deep growl coming from the back of his throat as he watched Marik closely, examining his actions and how he did them, like a fighter would in a battle against an enemy, watch the enemy's movements and then counter them when you know what they plan to do.
"And just why not? You seem like the perfect challenge for me… but, I'm sure that'll all change once I have had my fun a bit," he commented, sliding the bottom of his millennium rod along Bakura's stomach. It slipped to the bottom of the fabric of the shirt and slipped under, the cold golden object sliding along Bakura's bare skin. Bakura's muscles tensed lightly, both of his wrists were being held by Marik, all too easily for his tastes.
Bakura was about ready to start struggling again until he felt the bottom of the millennium rod slide against his skin and felt a warm liquid slip out from where the rod had trailed. He then glared at Marik, growling loudly and dangerously. "Get. The. Fuck. Away. From. Me," he snarled. He didn't like the fact that blood was being drawn from his body. It had been a long time since he last bleed, but he still knew what it felt like to have his blood against his own pale skin.
"But I think I'm going to have too much fun," Marik smirked, tilting his head to the side, causing his golden earrings to sway slightly. He brought his head towards Bakura's and then placed his lips against Bakura's bare skin along his neck. He licked it at first then kissed him softly, after tasting the skin he slid his teeth into Bakura's neck, making slight holes in his neck that allowed blood to flow.
Bakura flinched slightly at the bite, his eyes closed as he continued to growl, starting to struggle again, but to no avail, he still wasn't able to get free from his grasp. He stood there, against the wall as Marik brought the rod along Bakura's stomach once more, drawing more blood. He then licked the blood from the dagger part of the millennium rod and licked the blood from Bakura's neck as well.
"Now, isn't this fun?" he asked in a amused voice as he brought his tongue to Bakura's cheek and then slipped it across Bakura's lips lightly.
"Oh yeah.. I'm just having a fuckin' blast," he answered rather sarcastically. "No! I'm not having fun! Ra damnit!" he shouted, opening his eyes to glare at the blonde once more. He hated the site of him, but he couldn't help it. Glaring at the ones he hated was just a habit of his, but this only amused Marik some more.
Marik tossed the silver haired boy to the bed and grabbed a few chains he spotted on the ground. He wrapped the chains around Bakura's wrists and the locked them to the head of the bed, so Bakura couldn't move his hands. He then straddled Bakura, placing his legs on either side of Bakura. He bent down and slid his hand up and under Bakura's shirt, kissing his neck and licking the blood that threatened to hit the blanket of the bed.
Bakura struggled for a bit and growled, knowing he couldn't do anything about it but he wasn't going to let this man take him. He wasn't going to back down to him, he never backed down before and he wouldn't now. The only one he ever had backed down to was Yami, the pharaoh of Egypt, and that was even a rare occasion.
This only continued to entertain Marik as he brought the blade of his dagger up Bakura's skin, cutting the fabric of his shirt as it made its way up, slowly drawing blonde from the pale boy. He then slid his lips down and licked up the blood from his chest and made his way back up to Bakura's neck. One of his hands made its way down and along Bakura's outer thigh and slid in on its journey back up, getting a few more protests from Bakura. Those were soon silenced as Marik leaned in and grabbed Bakura's lips with his, hungrily kissing him, making the kiss rougher as it went on.
Marik continued to do this s the night went on, sliding his dagger into the skin of Bakura and drawing blood still. He then lapped it up and kissed Bakura, but never fully took him. To Marik, Bakura was like a toy puppet that he wanted to play with and he wasn't going to let him have all the fun on the first night, he wanted to drag it out.
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"And after all that, don't you think it's enough that I'm willing to be with you!?" he asked, tears threatening to fall down his cheeks but he refused to let them. He never had shed a tear before and h wouldn't now. He wasn't going to do it just for Marik.
"All I wanted was to hear you say that you would be mine, why make such a big deal about that?" Marik asked, looked at Bakura still. He blinked and stepped back a bit, thinking about a reasonable answer for that question. "Because, damnit," he continued, trying to think of what would be good to put after that.
"It's not like I'm demanding it from you, all I need to hear are a few sim---"
"IT'S NOT THAT EASY!" Bakura shouted out finally. "YOU KNOW HOW I AM! YOU MY EGO AND MY PRIDE! IT MAY NOT SEEM LIKE A LOT TO YOU BUT IT DOES TO ME, DAMNIT!" he finished, leaving Marik in utter shock at what he had just done. "That's why you liked me, wasn't it? For my pride, my will, my attitude? Isn't that why?" Bakura asked, looking back up at Marik.
Why was he going soft? Was he even going soft? Or did he just think he was because of all the emotions? Emotions! He was going soft! He never showed anyone that he cared before, or that he even could care! So why now? Why was Marik, of all people, bringing out these emotions from the prison Bakura locked them in so long ago?
Marise: What a way to leave off a chapter…
Leiko: Yeah, I know. .o; It was going to end differently but things just built up from one thing to another…. x.x; So yeah..
Marise: o.o; Malik's still in the shower.. .;;
Leiko: …… ~Tackles her yami.- DOWN DARK SPIRIT! DOWN I SAY! o_o;
Marise: …… ! Bitch!! .
Leiko: o.o; Yes! ^.^
Marise: ….. ~Mutters.~
Leiko: Anyways…. Chapter 6 should be up soon.. .; writing it in American Gov't at the moment.. XD Well.. on paper at least.
Marise: BAKA HIKARI! .; - -;;
Leiko: =P Nyeh!