Author Notes
*spotlight goes up, illuminating a figure dressed in a robe sitting in a chair, a tall silver haired person stood by the side*
ahem figure unrolls a huge bit of paper that rolls off the screen...
Silver servant Bish: LB would like to apologise for the time it has taken her to write this chapter, as she was 'distracted' by...other...things and didn't get round to it...
LB: *nods and waves the silver haired bish to continue*
SSB: uhh...and further more, she hopes that you will enjoy this chapter and R+R...is that right, mistress?
TM: *dives out of the shadows and glomps SSB* Kawaii!!!
SSB: mistress… help me… breathing… impaired…
LB: well i'd love to but i personally like my dignity where it is...and besides...i have others that can replace you. You keep him, Muffin. Think of it as an early birthday present
TM: *blinks* don't you mean late?
LB: oh ok then… a very early birthday present.
TM: Yay!! *drags SSB off kicking and screaming*
LB: *is immediately surrounded by her Bishi Corp. serving her needs night and day*
Bishi Corps. Leader: AttenTION!!
Bishi Corps: On with the fic!
LB: *sighs happily*
Disclaimer: These two authors don't own anything… accept the Bishie Corps. She owns them *pokes thumb at LB*. And the Silver Servant Bishie. The Muffin owns him *points in the direction of manic laughter*
Chapter 5 by Lightning Baron
"You are so easily distracted, Ryou! We might have had a chance of catching them up if you hadn't stopped to look at that snake tamer and his damned cat! I swear, if that purple eyed freak of a feline is in our room by the time we get back, ill kick it out the window…" Malik raged as he stomped back towards the palace, his slightly embarrassed 'slave' following behind. They had given up looking for their past yamis when Ryou had stopped, Malik throwing his arms up in frustrated surrender. They were now walking back to the palace, finding a way to scale the wall to get back inside, as turning up on the front door would no doubt cause trouble.
"Well, they can't be planning on breaking in tonight, that guard we saw in the ally wasn't on duty, and didn't Shadi say that he accepted a bribe from them?" Ryou broke the silence and jogged to catch up with Malik, who grunted and kept walking. Ryou hung his head. He'd really annoyed Malik; he chanced a glance at his disgruntled partner who flicked a piece of blond hair from his eyes. Ryou felt his heart twang, he didn't know why…it was similar to the times when Bakura…Ryou shook his head. He preferred to think clearly, given their present situation.
At last, the two boys stood at the base of the perimeter wall; in more or less the same place they had climbed over it earlier in the night. Ryou gave Malik a bunk up so that he could pull his lighter and weaker friend up. After several attempts, Ryou managed to scramble within Malik's reach who hauled him up. After catching their breath, the two renegades proceeded to muddle their way back to their room, trying to stay out of the way of the guards. They were walking through what seemed like the gardens when Malik held his arm out to stop Ryou. He put a finger to his lips and beckoned for Ryou to peek round the corner of the wall they had stopped at.
"I am so sorry, your Excellency…but I have been somewhat edgy of late…I apologise for the scene in the throne room…" the boys peered round the wall until they could see the semi silhouetted forms of…
"Kaiba and Yami…" Ryou breathed, his breath making a frosty trail in the cold night air. He involuntarily lent slightly closer to Malik for warmth, who was busy peering at the scene in front of him.
"Please, Seto…rise and sit by me…and you can call me Yami outside of the throne room" Yami said, his rich baritone voice soothing to the senses. Seto did as he was told and sat beside his pharaoh, and proceeded to pleat his robe.
"…what do you think of the strangers, Yami?" he finally said, glancing at the still form of Yami.
"I believe them to be harmless enough, though they are strange, their kind I have never even heard of…and this…..Jarr-pahn?...was it?" Yami said, looking at his high priest, who giggled slightly,
"Japan…really Yami…" Seto laughed softly, his nervousness had seemed to disappear. It would seem that Seto was slightly afraid of Yami, like a naughty boy who had been scolded by his father. Yami laughed also and shook his head.
"Sometimes I wonder what is becoming of my mind…I am getting forgetful in my old age..." Yami joked. Seto then did something unexpected; he shuffled closer to the smaller form of Yami and placed his arm around the slender shoulders. He muttered something inaudible and then kissed Yami full on the lips.
Ryou's eyes widened in shock and he felt Malik whirl back behind the wall. Ryou tore himself away and found Malik sticking his fingers down his throat in a gagging motion. Ryou went to open his mouth but was silenced by Malik's headshake, and so shut it again. Malik regained his composure and grabbed Ryou and dragged him off to the supposed direction of their room.
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"Yami!" Bakura repeated, a little quieter this time but still growling. He and Marik had acted upon the only option remaining to them; go ask Yami. The pair, after sleeping in to recover from 'the night before', had tried all day to explain what had happened, even going as far as wandering around in their millennium items for ages, but they still couldn't think of anything. Finally, they had turned up in this place. How things could be kept so clean really eluded Marik, considering they had left the house in a complete tip heap…Bakura said Ryou would clean it when he got back.
Upon seeing the spiked blond Egyptian, Anzu had screamed like the hysterical wretch she was and threw herself behind Yami, clinging tightly to his body and whimpering every now and again. Marik laughed and winked at her, laughing further when she yelled again and hid her face behind Yami's back.
"What are you doing here…" Yami growled dangerously through Anzu's strangled sobs. Bakura crossed his arms and began tapping his foot,
"Really pharaoh, I knew you were stupid but I didn't think you were this stupid…what do you think?! We've lost our hikari's too!!" he bellowed, Marik grinning like a Cheshire cat…he loved it when Bakura got mad…Yami scowled at the pale tomb robber for a moment, before positioning himself between Yugi and the malicious yami. Bakura rolled his eyes,
"Oh please…I wouldn't waste the energy…"
"He needs it for other things…" Marik piped up, openly slipping his hand down the back of Bakura's jeans and receiving an elbow in the chest for his efforts.
"Listen to me pharaoh…I don't give a shit about you or your snivelling hikari and his equally as pathetic little friends…just tell me how we get our hikaris back…" Bakura threatened in a low, dangerous voice, Marik licking his lips behind the advancing dark.
He had almost got chest to chest with Yami when a yell and the flying form of Joey collided with Bakura, sending them into the wall with a thud.
"Whaddaya want, huh? Haven't you done enough?!" Joey yelled, taking a hold of Bakura's neck and repeatedly smashing his head into the ground. Marik yawned and leant against the wall next to the door where he could watch. Anzu by this time had retreated as far away from the fight as possible, collapsing and sobbing in a corner, muttering her 'friendship speeches' over and over. No matter how hard and how often Joey assaulted Bakura, the dangerous yami kept staring him in the eye, daring him to carry on. Eventually Joey stopped, his breathing harsh and irregular. Bakura's face split into a grin and in one swift movement had thrown Joey off onto the floor next to him. Leaning down, he picked him up by the shirt collar and brought him to his nose;
"Don't DO that…you disgusting freak…" he snarled and shoved his captive into the wall. He again turned to face Yami, feeling the back of his head for any damage. Marik chuckled from his place against the wall;
"Heh…your heads turning red…ill have to wash it out for you" he laughed. To him, this was all a game. He thrived on violence and pain, and when it was mixed with a certain yami…well…he enjoyed it TOO much. He crossed his arms and grinned. Bakura focused his attention back to Yami, his face a deadly glare,
"Ill ask you again. How do we get Malik and Ryou back" he said flatly.
"I do not know. Now, I command you to leave!" Yami shouted. Bakura growled and turned to leave when a figure burst through the door.
"What is going on? What is the meaning of all this racquet?!" Dr. Rufus Orson demanded, his eyes trailing over the room's inhabitants.
"I…it's…awful! They…THEY…..burst in here! They hurt Joey!! They did! Help, please!!" Anzu shrieked and once again attempted to latch on to the good doctors' coat. Marik threw his head back and laughed like a mad man, Anzu was entertaining. Dr Orson turned to face the blond nutcase, eyeing him quizzically,
"What, may I ask, is so funny?" he enquired, shacking Anzu loose. Marik stopped laughing and dropped his head to stare at the doctor. He raised an eyebrow and gestured towards the blubbering freak standing with Tristan. The doctor sighed and turned his attention to the white haired one. Circling him, he let out a gasp,
"Your head, it's bleeding!" he exclaimed.
"Well, no shit…" replied the irritated yami, he just wanted to go home so he could smash stuff and swear a lot.
"You're also covered in bruises…what has happened to you?" he asked, now back round the front of Bakura. Marik got up from the wall and sauntered over to the pair,
"The head was him" he explained, poking his thumb towards Joey.
"And the bruises?"
"I gave them to him…and they're nothing compared to the ones he's given me"
"Wha---?"
Malik rolled up his top to reveal what looked like a bite mark made by a complete set of teeth with a nice purple bruise surrounding it on his abdomen.
"…how…? The doctor said, now backing away from the pair. Marik raised his eyebrows and licked his lips. Replacing his top he held Bakura's hand and led him out of the room, making sure to stare at the good doctor to freak him out to the maximum extent, before closing the door behind him. Dr Rufus Orson slumped down in the bedside chair and held his head in his hands.
"Think of the money, think of the money, think of the money…thin…."
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Malik awoke to his second morning in ancient Egypt, the sun streaming through the balcony into the room, making the gold shine and bathing everything in a warm glow. He stretched and yawned, moving his legs to confirm a theory. He could, however, move his legs freely. So, Ryou didn't have a fetish with lying across his legs after all. Malik couldn't help but feel disappointed. Ryou was everything Marik was not. He was kind and modest, Marik was mean and outgoing. He was soft and tender, having some sense of dignity and modesty. Marik was a complete nutcase who was overly concerned with the matters of the bedroom. Not that it was a bad thing, but there had to be a break in it all somewhere and some of the things Marik sent him late at night were unnecessary, to say the least.
Malik blinked and rolled over…and found the sleeping form of Ryou right by his nose, Malik froze and stared at his sleeping face, the sunlight falling on it and making him…
"Angelic…" he breathed.
Ryou had brought it up last night about the fact that there was only one bed. King Yami had obviously assumed that the 'slave' should sleep on the floor or a similar location…him being a lowly servant after all. But Malik had insisted that he should sleep on the bed, considering how cold he had gotten the night before he didn't want another sniffling wreck to deal with in the morning. As he had so kindly put it. After some more arguing, the pair agreed to sleep one at each end, seeing as the bed was absolutely huge and could accommodate a small army. So, Ryou had gotten the top and Malik the bottom. But somehow, Malik had managed to worm his way further up the bed in his unconscious state to end up sleeping beside this angel. It was then his sister's voice came into his head… "gods, even this far away she still bugs me"
"Malik, you were curled up by the stove again. I swear we are going to have to tie you into your bed at night or else you could have an accident…either that or make you a huge woolly jumper" he sighed as the memory of his days living in Egypt came back to him.
Apparently, Malik hated being cold when he was trying to sleep, even going as far as to seek out the nearest source of warmth and lay there for the night. On countless occasions he had found himself curled up beside Rashid like a small puppy, his older brother would keep having to carry him back to his room complete with his blanket, or else he would wander back in and re-settle. That would probably explain how he got so far up the bed. He began to realise he also hated being insecure, that's why he had always sought his brother out. He felt safe when he was with people, especially his yami. He knew under the rough, crazy exterior there was a kind and caring person, even if he did spend half the week with Bakura, he still cared. He turned his attention back to Ryou. Maybe he wanted to be to Ryou what meant to him so much, someone he could depend on, someone he could love, someone he could cuddle and soothe. He smiled slightly and reached out to Ryou's face, touching the soft blushed cheeks framed by dark silver eyelashes.
"Ryou…" he whispered.
"Mmmmm….."
Malik smiled and took his hand away to touch his hair, but before he could, Ryou's face contorted into a look of distress and he buried half his face into the satin pillows. Malik placed his hand on Ryou's hair and began to stroke it gently. Ryou's face softened again and he snuggled into his pillows, seemingly content with Malik's caress.
Malik lay like that for a little while longer, smiling at the reaction he got from the angel in front of him. And for a moment he forgot all his troubles, that fact he was in a different time, the impending danger to Yami from their ambitious darks. For a moment, he was in the heaven Ryou had created in his slumber. Then reality hit him with a sickening thud somewhere in his stomach. He had to get up, he had to sever his connection Ryou and end this moment forever. He doubted he could ever openly tell Ryou of his newly found feelings; his cocky bravado would never be broken in front of other people. No, he would have to continue to be Malik Ishtar to Ryou, not his beloved, not his Koi. Just Malik.
He sighed and took his hand away from Ryou's soft hair and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He slipped the baggy pyjama pants down over his ankles and headed in the direction of the washroom, intending to have a bath before beginning the day.
Unknown to him, however, the 'sleeping' angel had turned and watched in silence, touching his cheek as he watched Malik exit the bedchamber.
If there was one thing you should learn about Ryou Bakura, according to his yami, is that he is an expert at faking his sleep…