Author Notes:
LB: appears out of a bush...shh...we are still hunting those two lovebirds... part of the reason why this chappie is so late... grabs The Muffin and pulls her back
TM: *squeaks* Why you pulling me back but not your bishi corps?! *waves arms about frantically*
LB: Cos, they're trained!! I trained them myself... and anyway, they don't need you glomping them every step like you have been doing!!
TM: *pouts*
LB: Anyway back to the fic and we'll keep it short just in case our prey turns up. nods at the silver haired bish who then proceeds to gag a squirming TM Thank you for reviewing, please enjoy reading this chappie as much as I have enjoyed writing it and please review.
TM: muffle muffle muffle!!
LB: *nods contently then signals to a nearby tree*
a tall bishie with long pale blue hair bearing the mark of the bishi corp leader pops his head out from behind a tree
Bishi Corp leader: TM and LB have assigned me to inform you that there is to be more Shounen Ai in this chapter than usual. Skip those bits if you really have to just don't say they didn't warn you. *bows deeply then disappears behind the tree*
LB: Very good, Now on with the fic!
Disclaimer:
Bishi leader: The authoresses do not own Yu-Gi-Oh... but they do own the Bishi Corps and any other bishi foolish enough to come across their path. Take it away Bishi Corps!
Bishi corps: The Bishi Corps hunt day and night!
The Bishi Corps hunt day and night!
To catch the bishis that take flight!
To catch the bishis that take flight!
Bishi lieutenant: Dark magician sighted sir!!
Bishi leader: Charge!!
LB + TM struggle to keep up
Chapter 7 by Lightning Baron
Bakura placed his hands on his hips and raised an eyebrow. Marik rubbed his sore sides and half staggered over. Breathing heavily, he moved so that he stood next to Bakura, his face twisting into that of a perverted madman,
"Now that is cute…" he stated, bending down and cupping Ryou's chin in his hand. Malik snarled in spite of himself. Marik saw this and looked him in the eye. Roughly, he grasped the fabric at the front of Malik's robe and hauled him up, into the light of a torch on the wall.
"What's the deal… he looks like me…" Marik mused, cocking his head to one side and examining his future hikari. Meanwhile, Ryou was staring up into the eyes of his tomb robbing Yami. He was taken aback. His tomb robbing Yami of old was quite different to what he imagined. He had shorter hair, it was still snowy white, but it only came to his neck. His eyes were a frosty shade of blue and his physique was much more muscular and his skin was a deep tan, like his companions. And the scar on his face…Ryou found himself wondering how he got it… Bakura sighed and heaved him up by his arms and placed him on the table at the back of the room. He placed his hands palm down either side of the pale boy and stared at him. Despite the longer hair, milky skin and the absence of a scar and blue eyes…this boy looked a lot like him. Ryou blushed and tried to look away but Bakura's hand forced him to look into his eyes again. In the same instance, Malik was thumped kicking and screaming down next to Ryou on the table, his teeth bared as he tried to scratch at Marik's skin. Marik, whilst keeping away from Malik's defences, tied the sleeves up on his robe straightjacket style so he couldn't do any further damage. Crossing his arms before him, he glanced sideways,
"Aren't you going to restrain him?" he asked, nodding to Ryou. Bakura shook his head. The pale, shy boy before him wouldn't try to escape; he didn't have it in him he figured.
Marik snorted and turned his attention again to his enraged future hikari,
"Well, would you mind telling us what you are doing here? And who you are?" he asked, narrowing his eyes in an 'intimidating' manor. Malik, however, was used to this intimidating nature and brushed it aside,
"Both are none of your business! Let us go!" he snapped. Marik laughed at the blond boy before him. Bakura shook his head. He was tired having been up all the previous night surveying the palace grounds, making sure every little detail was perfect. And there was Marik, he took enough energy out of you to power a small village, and that's only when you are trying to keep him down.
"Who cares? Lock them up and we'll deal with them later. I need some sleep…" the thief yawned. Marik toned down his laughter into a slight giggle.
"If you say so. C'mon, you…I have a nice little hole you can go in. You'll be nice and cosy in there with your little friend" he grinned and hauled Malik off of the table, being careful again to avoid his flailing legs. Bakura grabbed Ryou's shoulder and yanked him off the table, throwing him, with Malik, into a small hole built into the wall just large enough to permit two sitting figures to reside within. Bakura shut the bars in front of them and locked them in tight and then left them to it, muttering an oath or two about Marik's habits and how he wouldn't tolerate them this evening, he wanted some sleep before they assassinated the pharaoh.
There was a single blanket in the boys' small prison and nothing else, except a damp chill and a musty smell. Malik growled and let out a yell of frustration, causing Ryou to shrink away from him. Ryou nervously lent forwards and pulled the sleeves of his robes apart so his arms were free. Immediately Malik griped the bars and shook them in a frenzied effort to jolt them loose, swearing and cursing both in Egyptian and Japanese as he went.
"Malik…" Ryou whispered softly.
Malik continued to hammer on the bars…
"…Malik…"
Still, he shook the bars,
"…Malik-kun…?" Ryou whispered, placing his hand gently on Malik's trembling shoulder.
"What?!" Malik shouted, wheeling round and smacking Ryou's hand from his shoulder. Ryou shrank back against the damp wall behind him and drew his knees up to his chin…
"Don't do that…please? You're…scaring me….and…I'm sorry I ran off. It's my fault were in this mess…I'm sorry…" He whispered, barely audible above Malik's harsh breathing. Malik's face softened as he eyed Ryou trembling against the cell's wall. He dropped his eyes and sat down, resting his arm on his knee, trying to return himself to normal. Ryou must be frightened because he sees Bakura like this, in a blind fury…who knows what he does to his hikari when he's enraged and to be in a confined space with a raging madman must be terrifying. He looked back up at Ryou, who was peering out from over his knees, his eyes wet and flickering in the dim torch light…
"…angel…." He whispered.
"W-what, Malik…? What…did you say?"
Malik felt himself turning red again. Twice today he'd upset the one person he vowed never to harm in any way, twice he had seen him cry. He sighed and crawled into a corner, squeezed his eyes shut and sighed heavily. Opening them again, he saw Ryou was still watching him with his dark eyes. Malik smiled and held out his arms to him. Ryou sat up and looked about himself nervously, trying desperately to hide the increasing shivers that went through his body, causing his milky skin to pimple.
"C'mon…I won't bite. Please Ryou…I want to say sorry"
Ryou looked at him and nodded slowly. Leaning forwards, he slid himself into Malik's embrace and let the Egyptian pull his cold body close to him. Malik wrapped his arms and legs about the trembling boy and pulled him close, stroking his hair in a soothing way and rocking him slightly,
"I would never hurt you, Ryou, you know that, don't you?" he lulled into his hair. Ryou mumbled a shaky 'yes' into Malik's neck,
"I'm sorry I scared you" he mumbled soothingly. He didn't know who was shaking more, him or Ryou and he found himself trying to choke back the tears that were forming in his eyes. A small sniffle confirmed that Ryou was also attempting to remain calm but failing miserably. Malik pulled his angel away from his neck and saw that he had been crying quite a lot…must be an expert at crying silently as well Malik mused.
"Ryou…I…" Malik started, but was cut off when Ryou shook his head and began to cry openly, the tears streaking his dusty face, his sobs no longer contained. The two boys found themselves hugging each other in tight embrace, each crying into the others shoulder. Malik hadn't cried like this in a long time, his tears falling down and soaking the thin shawl that was wrapped around Ryou's shoulders. They stayed like that for a good few minutes, not wanting to let go of one another until Malik once again pulled Ryou away from him. He wouldn't let it be like earlier, he would show Ryou how he felt…he must, otherwise…he'd go insane…he simply had to let him know. Shaking, he lent forwards and kissed Ryou's swollen eyes gently. He heard Ryou gasp as he did so and so shushed him quietly. He brought his face down to rub his nose with Ryou's, looking into the puffy brown orbs as he did so. Finally, he pushed Ryou's face up with his nose and brushed his lips over Ryou's. Ryou whimpered slightly when he drew back to make sure he wasn't scaring him…'Malik'…Ryou mouthed, shutting his eyes. Malik smiled in relief and drew him near again, this time planting his lips more firmly onto Ryou's, gently seeking and rubbing softly until the angel returned the kiss that was being shared with him. They broke apart, a little breathless, and looked at each other. Ryou smiled softly,
"Malik…does this mean…?" he whispered,
"Hmph…you silly fool…of course…" Malik giggled. Ryou sniffed and threw himself upon Malik, re-engaging the kiss Malik had started. Malik went wide-eyed for a moment, before returning his gesture. Ryou soon found the cold driven from his body as Malik massaged his legs, starting at his ankles and slowly working his way up until he was stroking his thighs. Swapping legs occasionally, he found his hand wandering to rub Ryou's soft inner thigh slightly; Ryou drew his legs tighter together and brought them up closer to the warm, soft hand. Malik kissed the blush that was forming on Ryou's cheeks as he continued to rub away the cold from his goose pimpled skin. Malik pulled the single blanket up around Ryou and started stroking Ryou's chest and shoulders, building the pressure until he was massaging him again. Ryou shut his eyes and sighed shakily as Malik continued to kiss him softly in various places, suckling on his sweet skin and pulling him closer. He'd never dreamed that Malik would do something like this to him; the amount of affection shocked him as he snuggled as close as he could to Malik's warm chest, no longer afraid of showing his affections to his new love, pressing his longing body into Malik's massaging hands and moaning softly.
And so they remained like that until Malik fell asleep having soothed Ryou into slumber long ago, his head buried in the sweet smelling mass of soft silver hair.
…,,,***~***,,,…
"I fucking HATE THAT PHARAOH!!!" Bakura screamed, sending another ornament crashing to the floor with a well-placed swing of his arm. Back in the present, things were getting slightly tense in Ryou Bakura's house. After returning from the hospital, slinging insults at anyone, Bakura went back to storming around attempting to find a solution their problems. However, at the rate he was going, he'd have the place smashed to bits by ten that night. Marik was staring out of the window to the widowed yellow sports bike, his head resting on his hand. As much as he hated to admit it, he missed his little hikari. He liked having the small, stropy teen about. Life with Malik Ishtar was never dull, weather they were arguing or scheming, they had formed a brotherly bond…well, if you leave out Marik perving on him in the shower and trying to set him up with his own lover, Bakura. Now he'd just have to accept the fact that he was going to have to sit and wait until a solution presented itself. The pensive Yami jumped slightly as one of Ryou's schoolbooks was sent flying in his direction and collided with the window, the force rattling the pane slightly.
"Will you STOP daydreaming and do something??! You've done nothing but sit there, you useless excuse for a Yami!!" Bakura bellowed. Marik turned and glared at Bakura,
"Well, throwing things at people and smashing stuff doesn't help! Why don't you try 'thinking' for a change?!" he sneered, completely ignoring the twitch that had appeared in Bakura's eye. If it was possible for him, Marik was starting to get annoyed with the constant crashing and cursing. He was tired again,
"Think?! You don't think…you perv! You sit there and think up different uses for those S&M cards you have! Usually trying to incorporate certain Hikari's in them!"
Now Marik was mad…
"ME?! What about YOU! You're just as bad! Some of the things you were fantasising about your hikari last night were enough to give an entire crowd nosebleeds!!"
"You're a filthy pervert!"
"You're a cradle-snatching thief!!"
The words had barely left Marik's lips when Bakura let out an almighty growl and threw himself at Marik. The two landed with a sickening 'crack' under the window, joining the abused schoolbook. The pair continued to trade insults and hit each other until Marik kneed Bakura in a rather sensitive place and threw him off. Struggling up, he wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth and looked down on his winded lover, who was bent over double, his hands clutching his pride in an effort to kill the pain. Smirking, he stepped towards Bakura, planning on giving him another good kicking, just for good luck, but was caught off guard when Bakura yelled and grabbed his legs. Marik gave a yell of frustration as Bakura sank his unusually long incisors into his leg causing him to collapse to his knees. Bakura clawed his way up Marik's body, fending off Marik's slaps and punches and wrapped his hands about his throat,
"That wasn't very nice! Next time I go near yours, ill make sure I bite it off!" Bakura yelled menacingly, Marik coughing and struggling underneath him. Marik proceeded to hammer on Bakura's back and chest in a vain attempt to get him off…why he wasn't succeeding was beyond him, his muscle were far larger than that of Bakura's. Just when Marik thought he was going to pass out, he found a fresh bruise that he had made the earlier night and dug his nails into it as hard as he could. Bakura yelped slightly and broke his grip on Marik's neck meaning he could now beat him some more. Marik punched Bakura in the ribs a few times before clawing at his chest, all the time avoiding his retaliatory attacks. But again, Bakura attempted to latch onto Marik's leg and they fell backwards. Marik grabbed a chunk of silver hair and pulled it as hard as he could, flinching every time Bakura bit him. Finally, they both ended up glaring at each other, both pulling chunks of hair and screaming at the tops of their lungs,
"Fucking vicious pervert!"
"Bitchy little shit"
"Me?! You asshol….."
in fact, the two were so busy trying to kill each other, that they didn't realise they were being observed from across the room.
Shadi lifted an eyebrow…he couldn't tell weather they were killing each other, or enjoying themselves. He took a soundless step forwards, his soft sandaled feet barely crushing the fibres in the cream carpet as he approached the bickering Yami's.
"I HATE you!!"
"You're a little bastard, you know that don't you?"
"….well you…..er…..Bakura?"
"WHAT!!!"
Marik had spotted the spiritual form of Shadi standing next to them, punching Bakura so he'd look round, he narrowed his eyes,
"What do you want, you weird floaty freak?"
Shadi ignored Marik and addressed them,
"I have come to inform you about your hikari's" he stated simply in his heavy accent.
Bakura looked up, "Oh?"
"They have been trapped in ancient Egypt by powerful shadow magic. However, this is no coincidence; they have a task to complete. When this is done, they will return to their normal lives. There is nothing you can do to help them, so I'd advise you to wait for them to return" he said, taking in Bakura's increasingly livid expression,
"Just wait for them?! What do you mean, just wait for them!! Aaarrg!" the pale spirit scrambled out from underneath Marik and took a swing a Shadi. He, however, dodged this smoothly and took a step back,
"They will return….trust me..." and with that, he vanished, leaving Bakura to pant heavily in the middle of the lounge.
Marik stood up with the help of the sofa and looked at the spot Shadi had disappeared, then at Bakura who looked back…
"…you're bleeding…come here, ill fix you…" he mumbled. Marik obliged.
…,,,***~***,,,…
"Breath in, Ryou!" Malik hissed, attempting for the fifth time to squeeze Ryou though the bars of their small, musty prison. The pair had awoken about twenty minutes beforehand and after much hugging and snuggling, they realised that they had to get out of their prison and back to the palace before the banquet started as Malik decided that the event was a perfect opportunity for their yamis to assassinate the pharaoh. They needed the key to unlock the bars holding them in their tiny prison and as Ryou was the smaller of the two, Malik figured that Ryou might be able to squeeze through the bars. However, he wasn't quite going.
"I'm breathing in as much as I can…."
"Your too warm, that's your problem… if you get cold again, you will shrink and you will fit through!" Malik announced. Ryou sighed and collapsed on the cold floor.
Finally, Malik came up with a decent plan. If they both hung on one bar and pulled as hard as they possible could, they may shift the bar just that extra millimetre enough to get Ryou through. His plan was successful, though Ryou's chest was slightly red where it had scraped on the bar, he was free.
"Ryou! Go and get one of those jars… that's it… now, fill it with sand. You can use it to make a trail so you don't get lost" Malik instructed from the wall. Ryou nodded and did as he was told and started heading out the chamber, glancing backwards as he did,
"Be careful Ryou..." Malik smiled softly. Ryou nodded and hurried quietly out, beginning to trail his sand when the door was almost out of view.
Ryou had been stumbling around for about half an hour, going down different corridors and doubling back, erasing the dead end lines as so not to get confused. Finally, he came across a feint light emanating from another crude door. Swallowing his fear he stepped a little closer. The door was ajar enough for him to be able to squeeze through, but he chose to listen for a while. Their were feint voices coming from the dimly lit chamber that seemed to be arguing softly, as if one was trying to talk and the other just didn't want to know. The timid boy put his head round the door and let his eyes adjust to the feint light. The voices were emanating from the bed that was positioned on the right wall. Ryou held back a nervous gasp: it was Marik and Bakura. Great, they were awake, this would make stealing the key that much more difficult. He squinted in an effort to get a better view on the situation. A small glint confirmed that the key was on the floor, seemingly discarded with no care as to weather it was lost or not. It was lying a few feet from the bed. Ryou contemplated weather or not he could sneak over and get it, as the two thieves had their back turned away from the door. Summoning up al the courage he could, Ryou began to crawl slowly and silently over to the key. He could hear the blood pumping in his ears as he tried to keep his breathing steady and his mind focussed. As he got closer, his insides curled slightly as he saw for the first time what they were doing. Bakura was stripped to the waist and Marik was licking several fresh cuts on the tomb robbers back, seemingly acquired when they were 'training' earlier. Ryou cringed but kept crawling, ignoring the occasional soft curse and noises of displeasure from Bakura and the soft chuckling of Marik. Reaching his goal, Ryou stretched out for the key, curled his fingers around it and began to back away slowly. His backing away got faster as it seemed that Bakura was no longer wiling to put up with his affectionate lover any longer and began to shrug him off, speaking what sounded like threats and more curses as Marik complained. Ryou reached the door and was careful to avoid hitting it as he backed his way out of the chamber and stood up slowly. Breathing a silent sigh of relief, he clutched the key to his chest and began to re-race his steps, following his sand line back up the dim corridors. His heart stopped, however, when he heard muttering and soft foot falls down the corridor he had just come up. Marik and Bakura were following him! They must be ready to make their move, tonight! Ryou panicked as he stood rooted to the spot, not knowing what to do, trying to make his adrenalin fuelled brain function properly. He took the only option available to him: he ran as fast as he could down the marked corridors hoping that he would reach Malik in enough time to free him and make their escape before their past yamis could realise anything was wrong.
Malik had just finished counting the bricks on the far wall and was moving on to counting the cracks in the floor when Ryou came running into the room and a full sprint,
"Malik…no…time…..yamis…cough…" Ryou panted as Malik opened his mouth to speak. Kneeling down, he tried with shaky hands to undo the lock attached to the bars. With a strained 'click' the padlock opened and released Malik, who was hauled to his feet by Ryou.
"What's going on? You didn't wake them up did you?!" Malik hissed. Ryou shook his head quickly, regaining his normal breathing pattern again,
"No. They were already awake, and I didn't make a noise, but they are coming! They are going to do it tonight! During the banquet, we have to get back and warn Yami!" he said in a hurry.
Malik's eyes widened, "Coming?! You mean now!? We have to get out of here, but… we don't know the way!" he looked about the room in shear panic as he heard footsteps coming down the dark corridor leading out of the room.
"What are we going to do, Malik?! That's our only way out!!" Ryou whispered frantically, grabbing hold of Malik's tunic for comfort.
There was nothing they could do, they watched as two shadowy figures materialised out of the gloom of the corridor. The two boys tried hiding behind the table, merely for a little more comfort as the though of meeting them head on was terrifying. Ambushing them was out of the question, they'd be ripped to shreds in moments.
The two yamis stepped over the threshold and glared at the empty cell…
"You left the key on the floor, didn't you Marik?" Bakura said dangerously to Marik, who shrugged. Bakura growled and turned on him but was stopped when Marik gestured with his head at the two cowering figures crouching behind the table. Malik stood up and pushed Ryou behind him as the yamis advanced slowly. Ryou squealed and backed into a pile of jars… this gave Malik an idea… He shouted an Egyptian curse and hurled a jar at Marik, which hit him between the eyes. Shouting and cursing he clutched the table in pain. At the same moment, Bakura let out a howl of agony as a certain purple-eyed feline had sprung up and on the table and attacked Bakura's face. Malik grabbed Ryou and shoved a cursing Bakura out of the way and made a run for the door,
"But, the cat! Malik!!" Ryou cried as they reached the door,
"Leave it; it'll be fine… c'mon Ryou!" Malik yelled and ran blindly through the gloom.
Bakura finally prised the cat from his face and threw him aside into a stack of jars…
"I bloody hate cats… Marik! Stop whimpering and move… we have to catch them... heey!!" Bakura yelled as the invincible cat streaked out of the room and chased the escaped hikaris. Growling, Bakura grabbed Marik and dragged him after the feline.