Maurelle: Ty, Glitter-Kitten! You are my first reviewer. I feel like you should get a prize... Hmmmm.....I know! You get a nice pail to help with melting...and...A giant chocolate Yami no Marik!
Ryou: Maurelle doesn't own Yugi. If she did we'd all be in big trouble. Do you know what she did to me and my Yami?
Maurelle: puts hand over mouth That's another fic. Which i will post if you keep it up. On to the story loves....
Sunday Morning
I'd trade you places any day
I'd never thought you could be that way
But you looked like me on Sunday
No Doubt
chapter two
Yami no Marik watched his haikri go through his morning ritual. It had not really changed over the years. Get up, make coffee (that was new), get in the shower, shave, get dressed, and eat breakfast (that too was new. Before he never did, afraid of what his sister would cook, no doubt.), and brush his teeth. Finally, he grabbed his trench coat; clearly, he was planning on going out.
Where are you going? The Yami thought possessively. He had been gone a long time. The thought that kare no Kanraku tenshi1 might have had an affair sparked anger in him. Marik belonged to him, and no else. No one else.
"I promised Yûgi-san and Bakura-chan that I would come over today, and help them study for the bio-chemistry exam," Marik's voice was a whisper. He was slipping back into his old habits. Good, Yami no Marik thought satisfied at his haikri's reaction. He noticed the way his other's hand hovered over the doorknob.
Go on. You promised, and we would not want to disappoint the Pharaoh, now would we? Yami no Marik's tone seethed with loathing, but Marik ignored it, as it was not directed at him. He left quietly not wanting to disturb his neighbors.
Yûgi had changed little in the time after Battle City. He was still short, with wild hair, and lived with his Ojiisan. Bakura on the other hand had grown a bit and was rivaling Kaiba for the tallest of them all. He still wore the Sennen Ring and still dealt with the Yami inside. Both had notes spread across Yûgi's bed. They looked up and smiled at him as he came in.
Marik smiled and suppressed the hate sent his way from his Yami. It would not do for him to be discovered. The Pharaoh would banish him, and the thief still had a score to settle. He pulled out his notes and sat on one of the corners of Yûgi's bed.
"I think I'm going to die from all this cramming," Bakura moaned. He looked tired. He had rings under his eyes, and unless it was a trick of the light a new bruise under his chin. Marik winced. He knew what it was like to be treated like that by your Yami.
"I doubt it. We've survived much worse," Yûgi, said patting his friend's back, until he noticed the wince he was gaining. "Gomen nasai. Marik-san, where'd you get that scratch from?" he was pointing at his cheek where his Yami had drawn blood. Marik suppressed the panic at the thought that it could give him away. His Yami laughed in his mind, though whether it was at him or not, he did not know.
"I must've scratched myself in my sleep," he managed. Yûgi nodded seeing nothing out of place. Bakura, however, gave him a look that said he did not quite buy it. Before he could raise any objections, Yûgi was drilling them in the finer points of molecular cell make-up.
I do not see why you were so foolish. He will not notice me until I want him to. Yami no Marik chided his haikri lightly. The studying session had not been a disaster, but he was reasonability sure his haikri did not remember much of it. He had been too nervous.
"And the thief?" Marik asked ignoring the looks he was getting from people he passed. Let them think he crazy. He did not care. Before his kuroi could answer, he heard Bakura yell for him to wait up. Marik stopped in the middle of the snow-covered sidewalk. It was the same color as his friend's hair.
"Marik-chan," Bakura managed between huffs. He was not used to running very much. "You are a hard person to catch," he said almost admonishingly.
"Not if you know how," Marik whispered softly to himself. Bakura raised an eyebrow, and nodded to himself deciding something.
"He's back, isn't he?"
"H…how did you know?" Marik stood frozen in place the thought that he had been discovered throwing his mind into shambles. He could feel his Yami gathering himself for defense. A small smile played across Bakura's face.
"You may not have noticed, but when Yûgi-san asked you how you gained your cut, you started looking for bolt-holes. I noticed, because I have had that look one my face one too many times. Then there was the fact you were leaning to left when you normally lean to the right. Just little subtle things like that," Bakura steered him into the small café they had been standing in front of. Marik was in too much shock to protest. They sat at a small table and Bakura ordered him a Jack and coke, clearly aware of the shock to his system. Marik downed most of it in one swallow, nearly choking at the strength of the stuff.
"Did Yûgi-san notice?" Marik's voice sounded hollow and cracked to his own ears. If he had noticed… He shuddered and downed what was left of the drink, waving the waitress for a refill. Bakura shook his head and Marik let out the breath he had not realized he was holding.
"He wouldn't of noticed if Jyou-chan and Kaiba-kun had come in to announce their engagement, he was so absorbed in those notes," Bakura said a sad little smile in his face. The waitress arrived with the Jack and coke, and Marik took a sip.
"And your Yami?" Marik felt the tension return.
"Willing to ignore the offense in light of the fact that if he ever uses his powers against someone again, Yami no Yûgi will send him on a one way trip to the Shadow Realm," Bakura sipped his hot chocolate frowning slightly as it burned his tongue. Marik nodded grateful for that little piece of luck.
"Are you going to tell Yûgi-san?" Marik's Yami was even more alert now. Yami no Marik had plans, and having to dispose of Bakura right now was not part of them. Bakura looked thoughtful, and distant. He was probably speaking with his Yami about it.
"No," he said at length. Yami no Marik relaxed a fraction. "This is between you and your Yami. I know you love him. And he, I believe, to a certain extent, loves you. Somehow I doubt he'll do anything that chances him loosing you," Bakura said a knowing smile playing across his face. Yami no Marik laughed at him, taking possession of kare no Kanraku tenshi's body.
"How could I love something so weak? Something that comes crawling back to me no matter how I treat it?" he sneered at Bakura. "He is merely my host; an addiction at the most. I could discard him at anytime." Bakura just shook his head, and placed money on the table to pay for their drinks.
"Lie to yourself long enough and you'll start to believe it," Bakura said standing to leave. "Watch out for Isis. She won't be as understanding as I am." Bakura took his leave slipping into the crowded street.
Translation Note:
1 kare no Kanraku tenshi- his fallen angel
Maurelle: Hey, guess what?
Marik: I'll bite. What?
Maurelle: Only one translation note.
Kaiba: I have a question.
Maurelle: Yes, Kaiba-chan?
Kaiba: What's this nonsense about me and the make inu being engaged?
Maurelle: . ' It was just a thought…
Marik: bursts into laughter
Kaiba: chases Marik around room with giant red hammer
Maurelle: massaging temples It's going to be a long night. Hears Kaiba yelling as Marik hides in Yami no Marik's room A very long night. Until next time, loves.
