Chapta chapta chapta TWO! Yay. :D This one should be longer to make
up for the first one. :)
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Malik awoke gradually in the afternoon to someone standing over him and blowing on his ear. He emitted a disgruntled groan and swatted at whoever it was, "Do you have any idea how annoying that is?" Marik laughed and pulled back a little, sitting at the edge of Malik's bed, "Yes, I know. Even more annoying was when your alarm clock went off twenty five minutes ago and you slept right through it." Malik sat up and rubbed his eyes, "Oh? Really? Damn... Well get out of my room; I'm not changing in front of you."
Marik smirked and left Malik alone so he could change out of his pajamas. Marik had to suppress a laugh each time he saw them. Malik liked to wear pajama bottoms with little blue rabbits on them and that amused him greatly. Several things about his Hikari, he found, were interesting. He had to wonder why he hadn't noticed them before. Then again, there was plenty in the way back then.
Marik entered the kitchen and checked the progress of the coffee machine. He pulled over a chair and sat, watching the coffee leak down into the pot and slowly fill it. It was about halfway full by now. By the time Malik entered the kitchen, the pot was three fourths full. Marik got up and poured himself a cup. Malik got some for himself and took a seat at the kitchen table. He glanced out the window and smiled some, "It's nice out today."
Marik nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. Suddenly, he turned to the sink and spit it out, "Ugh!" Malik blinked, "What's the matter? Bitter?" Marik set down his coffee mug and wiped his mouth, "I'm not sure. It just tasted really bad... Maybe I brewed it wrong..." Malik tried a small bit of his coffee and tilted his head, "No, it tastes just fine." Marik poured the rest of his cup down the sink, "Hm..."
Malik noted that Marik was slightly weaker looking as he leaned against the counter, "Are you ok? You don't look so good." Marik shrugged and brushed his bangs out of his face, "I think I'm what you call sick. You know, where you throw up and...Never mind actually. I'll just go lay down if I'm not needed." Malik nodded, "Ok. But don't be sleeping all day."
Marik nodded and began to leave the room when someone rang the doorbell. "I'll get it," Malik said quickly, getting up and heading for the front door. Pulling the door open, Malik was face to face with Ryou, "Oh, hey Ryou. What brings you here?" Malik moved aside and offered to let Ryou inside. He accepted the offer and entered, shutting the door, "I just wanted someone to talk to..." He saw Marik watching them both from where he stood in the hall, "Can we do that alone?"
Malik glanced back at his Yami and waved him off. Marik turned and walked off, presumably to his room. Malik turned back to Ryou, "He won't bother us. He said he's feeling sick anyway. Come on to my room, we'll talk." Ryou followed Malik obediently through the house and into Malik's bedroom. He liked this room best out of any in the house; it was interesting to say the least. Though Malik only kept a few pictures of his family on his bedside table, he had numerous posters of musical groups on the walls and compact discs jammed into a rack near his closet. His bed was modest, but he did enjoy the comfort of a small roof over it with veils on either side; gold in color. A lava lamp sat on a desk near a small window in the corner. Papers, writings, and drawings littered the entire desktop, hinting that Malik was artistic with his spare time.
Ryou took a seat on one of the fluffy lavender bean bag chairs Malik had scattered about the room and sighed. Malik sat in front of him on the floor, "What's the matter? And tell me the truth this time." Malik was worried about Ryou. On the other occasion that he had come to talk, he had left, saying that he couldn't handle the conversation. Ryou nodded, "It's about Bakura..." Ryou felt the dark spirit stir within the ring and feared he would be abused quite soon. Malik tilted his head, "Yea? What about him?"
Ryou swallowed before asking Malik something, "Can you promise not to tell anyone?" Malik nodded, "Ok. Yes. I won't tell anybody. I swear I won't." Ryou bit his lower lip, "I...Bakura's been abusing me..." Malik's eyes widened slightly. "I can't tell anybody or he'll hurt me very badly. Maybe even kill me. And things haven't been getting better; they've only gotten worse. I don't think I can keep this secret anymore. He's really hurting me." Malik took on the news carefully, "Ok... Well has he hurt you today?" Ryou nodded and rolled up his right sleeve. There was a bandaged cut on his upper arm.
Malik sighed, "We need to find a way to get rid of him. Let's see if I can get the rod to do anything." Malik stood and walked over to his dresser, taking the millenium rod into his hand. Ryou stood up and walked over to him, "Do you know how? And...Is it safe?" Malik shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe I can will him out of you. You know; like I do with mind slaves?" Ryou nodded, "Ok. But you just be careful. I don't want Bakura to wake up and-"Malik appeared confused, "Ryou? Are you ok?"
Ryou reached into his back pocket and removed a switchblade from it. Malik knew this wasn't Ryou anymore and he backed away. Bakura grinned, "So, mortal, you want to get rid of me with that pitiful rod you have? You can't even use it properly let alone control it..." Bakura opened the blade and stepped closer to Malik, "Well, my Hikari was right. I will be beating him severely. As for you, I'll just be erasing this little visit from your mind. If you try and resist, I'll cut you each time. Doesn't that sound fun?" Malik lifted his millenium rod to Bakura, "Don't you dare."
Bakura's millenium ring glowed slightly, "I told you not to resist..." Bakura stepped forward suddenly and slashed at Malik's arm. He managed to cut the teen before moving sideways to avoid the millenium rod which was swung at him next. Malik emitted a sharp yelp at the pain which began in his arm. He moved his wounded arm downward and glowered at Bakura. Bakura smiled, "Now then. Let's try again..." The millenium ring shone again, trying to persuade Malik to forget these occurring events. Malik's room door flew open and Marik stormed in, roughly shoving Bakura into the wall. Before the tomb robber had a moment to recover, he found himself pinned to the wall by his neck and wrist; both of which were held in place by Marik's firm grip.
Bakura gave a surprised grunt and dropped his blade. Marik gave Bakura a cold stare and tightened his grip on his neck. Bakura coughed a bit, "Go on. What will you do, break Ryou's neck?" Malik went wide-eyed, "Yami! Hey! Marik; stop that now!" Marik growled and kneed Bakura in the gut before releasing him. Bakura choked a little bit as he fell to the floor, "That was uncalled for..." Malik frowned, "It might have been that time... I only regret Ryou getting injured in the process." Bakura slowly stood, "No big deal... Well then... Since this is over, expect no more visits from Ryou. He's not allowed to talk to you anymore."
While talking, Bakura's ring shimmered and a single spike rose to point at Marik. Bakura noticed this and glanced at Marik, "Hm?" ~ Why is it... Uh! ~ Bakura moved past Marik quickly and left the house altogether. Malik was quick and he followed him all the way to the front door before slamming it shut behind him and locking it. Malik was confused now, why had Bakura left so suddenly? He headed back toward his room, passing Marik in the hall, "Thank you for that..." Marik walked right past him as if he hadn't heard him.
Malik blinked, "Did you hear me?" Marik paused this time, "Yes." He shook his head and then kept going, turning and disappearing into his room. Malik tilted his head, "What's wrong with you all of a sudden?" Shrugging the event off, he headed to the bathroom and began to clean his wound. The cut wasn't deep, but it was enough to make him bleed. He muttered dark curses surrounding the topic of Bakura as he touched up the blade wound, "You damn...Ow! Little fucking...Ok that one hurt..." Malik knew Odion would be back soon. He worked from early to late hours and Malik worried about him being stressed sometimes. He offered to let mind puppets do work for him, but he had refused.
Marik sat at the edge of his bed, thinking deeply. Only moments ago he had been with Malik and the he was bleeding. Why did that blood appear to be so attracting? He pushed aside the side locks of hair on either side of his neck and looked up at the ceiling. As he brushed against the right side of his neck with his hand, he winced. Confused, he felt over the area again and received the same effect. He approached the mirror that hung on the far wall of the room and examined his neck. He discovered a bite mark. Two small puncture marks which were bruised slightly.
When had this happened? Examining the wound further he found that they couldn't have been animal induced. They were spaced like the upper jaw of a human.. He thought back to last night. Well, what he could remember of it. All he could gather was that he was outside and it was very late. Before that, all was blank. He didn't know what he had been doing and it worried him. Turning away from the mirror, he continued to caress his wound gently, "Hm..."
Hunger pangs plagued him every now and again, but he knew he couldn't eat anything. He had tried earlier and found that he couldn't keep anything down. But the odd thing was that he felt perfectly fine afterwards. It was as if his body was rejecting any sort of food. Did this mean he would starve? Was it some weird type of disease? He thought back to his feral actions against Bakura and then his sudden departure. What was going on? "What's wrong with me?" he asked to himself in the uneasy silence of his room.
Malik walked over to his CD player and selected a CD from the rack nearby. He twirled it on his index finger once or twice before sliding it into the player and selecting a track to play. He hit the volume button and upped it several notches. //The word is a vampire... sent to drai-ai-ain// Malik mouthed the words while moving to sit at his desk. He pulled a fresh sheet of paper from a stack at the upper hand right corner of the desk and retrieved a pencil from a desk drawer. He started to draw a picture.
Marik decided to lay down for a nap and perhaps he would feel better afterwards. But as soon as he lay down, he found that he was more uncomfortable than he was before. Sitting up again, he leaned forward and dragged his knees up to his chin where he laid his head. It was incredible how weak he felt at the moment. Utterly drained and drowsy, he figured it was because he hadn't eaten a thing all day. It was around six or six thirty in the afternoon when Marik began to feel odd.
Malik had gone through several CDs by this point, having stayed in his room this whole time save for venturing out to get a snack. Each time he did, he'd wonder why Marik kept his door closed. While gnawing on a Ritz cracker, Malik shaded in some things on the third picture he'd been able to accomplish in this time. Suddenly, he stopped. A chill ran through the room, and he felt it. He set down his pencil and rose from his chair, looking about the room as if expecting something to jump out at him. Instead of seeing something, he heard it. A yell from Marik's room. He quickly rushed from his room and ran down the hall.
Marik clutched at his head and groaned in pain. A sudden feeling had come over him. It was as if something inside of him wanted out and now he was unable to contain it. Malik opened the door and stepped into the room, "Marik, are you ok? What's going on?" Marik emitted a high pitched hissing noise and Malik lifted both eyebrows in confusion. Fangs began to draw themselves down from Marik's upper jaw, curving slightly over his lower lip.
Marik's eyes went red. Not metaphorically; they were truly red. He doubled over and screamed as his shoulder blades began to burn. They jutted out of his back and started to slash apart the fabric of his shirt. Rising from his back without causing any bleeding, two large leathery wings forced themselves into the air, nearly touching the ceiling. They were deathly midnight black in color and had sharp claw-like appendages at their tips. Malik's heart rate doubled and sweat traveled down the side of his face. Fear struck him with force and it took him a minute before he moved over to Marik. He moved his mouth without uttering a sound.
Seemingly finished with his transformation, Marik sat there, his wings twitching sporadically. Malik looked up at the monstrous wings before moving to sit beside Marik, "W...what happened to you?" Marik looked at Malik, scaring him with the feral stare he gave him. "I've been bitten... By something. I think I know what..." Marik replied after a minute or so. He himself began to twitch as if controlled by compulsive urges. Malik caught sight of the marks on his Yami's neck and instantly paled, "Vampire..."
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Malik awoke gradually in the afternoon to someone standing over him and blowing on his ear. He emitted a disgruntled groan and swatted at whoever it was, "Do you have any idea how annoying that is?" Marik laughed and pulled back a little, sitting at the edge of Malik's bed, "Yes, I know. Even more annoying was when your alarm clock went off twenty five minutes ago and you slept right through it." Malik sat up and rubbed his eyes, "Oh? Really? Damn... Well get out of my room; I'm not changing in front of you."
Marik smirked and left Malik alone so he could change out of his pajamas. Marik had to suppress a laugh each time he saw them. Malik liked to wear pajama bottoms with little blue rabbits on them and that amused him greatly. Several things about his Hikari, he found, were interesting. He had to wonder why he hadn't noticed them before. Then again, there was plenty in the way back then.
Marik entered the kitchen and checked the progress of the coffee machine. He pulled over a chair and sat, watching the coffee leak down into the pot and slowly fill it. It was about halfway full by now. By the time Malik entered the kitchen, the pot was three fourths full. Marik got up and poured himself a cup. Malik got some for himself and took a seat at the kitchen table. He glanced out the window and smiled some, "It's nice out today."
Marik nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. Suddenly, he turned to the sink and spit it out, "Ugh!" Malik blinked, "What's the matter? Bitter?" Marik set down his coffee mug and wiped his mouth, "I'm not sure. It just tasted really bad... Maybe I brewed it wrong..." Malik tried a small bit of his coffee and tilted his head, "No, it tastes just fine." Marik poured the rest of his cup down the sink, "Hm..."
Malik noted that Marik was slightly weaker looking as he leaned against the counter, "Are you ok? You don't look so good." Marik shrugged and brushed his bangs out of his face, "I think I'm what you call sick. You know, where you throw up and...Never mind actually. I'll just go lay down if I'm not needed." Malik nodded, "Ok. But don't be sleeping all day."
Marik nodded and began to leave the room when someone rang the doorbell. "I'll get it," Malik said quickly, getting up and heading for the front door. Pulling the door open, Malik was face to face with Ryou, "Oh, hey Ryou. What brings you here?" Malik moved aside and offered to let Ryou inside. He accepted the offer and entered, shutting the door, "I just wanted someone to talk to..." He saw Marik watching them both from where he stood in the hall, "Can we do that alone?"
Malik glanced back at his Yami and waved him off. Marik turned and walked off, presumably to his room. Malik turned back to Ryou, "He won't bother us. He said he's feeling sick anyway. Come on to my room, we'll talk." Ryou followed Malik obediently through the house and into Malik's bedroom. He liked this room best out of any in the house; it was interesting to say the least. Though Malik only kept a few pictures of his family on his bedside table, he had numerous posters of musical groups on the walls and compact discs jammed into a rack near his closet. His bed was modest, but he did enjoy the comfort of a small roof over it with veils on either side; gold in color. A lava lamp sat on a desk near a small window in the corner. Papers, writings, and drawings littered the entire desktop, hinting that Malik was artistic with his spare time.
Ryou took a seat on one of the fluffy lavender bean bag chairs Malik had scattered about the room and sighed. Malik sat in front of him on the floor, "What's the matter? And tell me the truth this time." Malik was worried about Ryou. On the other occasion that he had come to talk, he had left, saying that he couldn't handle the conversation. Ryou nodded, "It's about Bakura..." Ryou felt the dark spirit stir within the ring and feared he would be abused quite soon. Malik tilted his head, "Yea? What about him?"
Ryou swallowed before asking Malik something, "Can you promise not to tell anyone?" Malik nodded, "Ok. Yes. I won't tell anybody. I swear I won't." Ryou bit his lower lip, "I...Bakura's been abusing me..." Malik's eyes widened slightly. "I can't tell anybody or he'll hurt me very badly. Maybe even kill me. And things haven't been getting better; they've only gotten worse. I don't think I can keep this secret anymore. He's really hurting me." Malik took on the news carefully, "Ok... Well has he hurt you today?" Ryou nodded and rolled up his right sleeve. There was a bandaged cut on his upper arm.
Malik sighed, "We need to find a way to get rid of him. Let's see if I can get the rod to do anything." Malik stood and walked over to his dresser, taking the millenium rod into his hand. Ryou stood up and walked over to him, "Do you know how? And...Is it safe?" Malik shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe I can will him out of you. You know; like I do with mind slaves?" Ryou nodded, "Ok. But you just be careful. I don't want Bakura to wake up and-"Malik appeared confused, "Ryou? Are you ok?"
Ryou reached into his back pocket and removed a switchblade from it. Malik knew this wasn't Ryou anymore and he backed away. Bakura grinned, "So, mortal, you want to get rid of me with that pitiful rod you have? You can't even use it properly let alone control it..." Bakura opened the blade and stepped closer to Malik, "Well, my Hikari was right. I will be beating him severely. As for you, I'll just be erasing this little visit from your mind. If you try and resist, I'll cut you each time. Doesn't that sound fun?" Malik lifted his millenium rod to Bakura, "Don't you dare."
Bakura's millenium ring glowed slightly, "I told you not to resist..." Bakura stepped forward suddenly and slashed at Malik's arm. He managed to cut the teen before moving sideways to avoid the millenium rod which was swung at him next. Malik emitted a sharp yelp at the pain which began in his arm. He moved his wounded arm downward and glowered at Bakura. Bakura smiled, "Now then. Let's try again..." The millenium ring shone again, trying to persuade Malik to forget these occurring events. Malik's room door flew open and Marik stormed in, roughly shoving Bakura into the wall. Before the tomb robber had a moment to recover, he found himself pinned to the wall by his neck and wrist; both of which were held in place by Marik's firm grip.
Bakura gave a surprised grunt and dropped his blade. Marik gave Bakura a cold stare and tightened his grip on his neck. Bakura coughed a bit, "Go on. What will you do, break Ryou's neck?" Malik went wide-eyed, "Yami! Hey! Marik; stop that now!" Marik growled and kneed Bakura in the gut before releasing him. Bakura choked a little bit as he fell to the floor, "That was uncalled for..." Malik frowned, "It might have been that time... I only regret Ryou getting injured in the process." Bakura slowly stood, "No big deal... Well then... Since this is over, expect no more visits from Ryou. He's not allowed to talk to you anymore."
While talking, Bakura's ring shimmered and a single spike rose to point at Marik. Bakura noticed this and glanced at Marik, "Hm?" ~ Why is it... Uh! ~ Bakura moved past Marik quickly and left the house altogether. Malik was quick and he followed him all the way to the front door before slamming it shut behind him and locking it. Malik was confused now, why had Bakura left so suddenly? He headed back toward his room, passing Marik in the hall, "Thank you for that..." Marik walked right past him as if he hadn't heard him.
Malik blinked, "Did you hear me?" Marik paused this time, "Yes." He shook his head and then kept going, turning and disappearing into his room. Malik tilted his head, "What's wrong with you all of a sudden?" Shrugging the event off, he headed to the bathroom and began to clean his wound. The cut wasn't deep, but it was enough to make him bleed. He muttered dark curses surrounding the topic of Bakura as he touched up the blade wound, "You damn...Ow! Little fucking...Ok that one hurt..." Malik knew Odion would be back soon. He worked from early to late hours and Malik worried about him being stressed sometimes. He offered to let mind puppets do work for him, but he had refused.
Marik sat at the edge of his bed, thinking deeply. Only moments ago he had been with Malik and the he was bleeding. Why did that blood appear to be so attracting? He pushed aside the side locks of hair on either side of his neck and looked up at the ceiling. As he brushed against the right side of his neck with his hand, he winced. Confused, he felt over the area again and received the same effect. He approached the mirror that hung on the far wall of the room and examined his neck. He discovered a bite mark. Two small puncture marks which were bruised slightly.
When had this happened? Examining the wound further he found that they couldn't have been animal induced. They were spaced like the upper jaw of a human.. He thought back to last night. Well, what he could remember of it. All he could gather was that he was outside and it was very late. Before that, all was blank. He didn't know what he had been doing and it worried him. Turning away from the mirror, he continued to caress his wound gently, "Hm..."
Hunger pangs plagued him every now and again, but he knew he couldn't eat anything. He had tried earlier and found that he couldn't keep anything down. But the odd thing was that he felt perfectly fine afterwards. It was as if his body was rejecting any sort of food. Did this mean he would starve? Was it some weird type of disease? He thought back to his feral actions against Bakura and then his sudden departure. What was going on? "What's wrong with me?" he asked to himself in the uneasy silence of his room.
Malik walked over to his CD player and selected a CD from the rack nearby. He twirled it on his index finger once or twice before sliding it into the player and selecting a track to play. He hit the volume button and upped it several notches. //The word is a vampire... sent to drai-ai-ain// Malik mouthed the words while moving to sit at his desk. He pulled a fresh sheet of paper from a stack at the upper hand right corner of the desk and retrieved a pencil from a desk drawer. He started to draw a picture.
Marik decided to lay down for a nap and perhaps he would feel better afterwards. But as soon as he lay down, he found that he was more uncomfortable than he was before. Sitting up again, he leaned forward and dragged his knees up to his chin where he laid his head. It was incredible how weak he felt at the moment. Utterly drained and drowsy, he figured it was because he hadn't eaten a thing all day. It was around six or six thirty in the afternoon when Marik began to feel odd.
Malik had gone through several CDs by this point, having stayed in his room this whole time save for venturing out to get a snack. Each time he did, he'd wonder why Marik kept his door closed. While gnawing on a Ritz cracker, Malik shaded in some things on the third picture he'd been able to accomplish in this time. Suddenly, he stopped. A chill ran through the room, and he felt it. He set down his pencil and rose from his chair, looking about the room as if expecting something to jump out at him. Instead of seeing something, he heard it. A yell from Marik's room. He quickly rushed from his room and ran down the hall.
Marik clutched at his head and groaned in pain. A sudden feeling had come over him. It was as if something inside of him wanted out and now he was unable to contain it. Malik opened the door and stepped into the room, "Marik, are you ok? What's going on?" Marik emitted a high pitched hissing noise and Malik lifted both eyebrows in confusion. Fangs began to draw themselves down from Marik's upper jaw, curving slightly over his lower lip.
Marik's eyes went red. Not metaphorically; they were truly red. He doubled over and screamed as his shoulder blades began to burn. They jutted out of his back and started to slash apart the fabric of his shirt. Rising from his back without causing any bleeding, two large leathery wings forced themselves into the air, nearly touching the ceiling. They were deathly midnight black in color and had sharp claw-like appendages at their tips. Malik's heart rate doubled and sweat traveled down the side of his face. Fear struck him with force and it took him a minute before he moved over to Marik. He moved his mouth without uttering a sound.
Seemingly finished with his transformation, Marik sat there, his wings twitching sporadically. Malik looked up at the monstrous wings before moving to sit beside Marik, "W...what happened to you?" Marik looked at Malik, scaring him with the feral stare he gave him. "I've been bitten... By something. I think I know what..." Marik replied after a minute or so. He himself began to twitch as if controlled by compulsive urges. Malik caught sight of the marks on his Yami's neck and instantly paled, "Vampire..."