God the Grand(e): Welcome to Chapter one of 'Abominable'!
Gandalf: Nope, God the Grand(e) doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh, but please read on anyways!
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"Yuck! Bakura, why do you always eat the most atrocious things?" Malik asked overwhelmingly, lilac eyes closing, displeased by the extra rare hamburger sitting on the silvery haired teen's plate. The teenager named Bakura snorted, jumping on the counter and grabbing up the enormous cheeseburger mayonnaise and other condiments dripping from the greasy burger, taking a gigantic bite of it, and chomping happily away with a mouthful of juicy burger. Malik gagged, plugging his nose, turning his head away dramatically. 'That is so disgusting!' he mused, shaking his head.
"You're the wimpy vegetarian Malik, what would you know about good food anyways?" Bakura inquired, swallowing another huge chunk of burger down. Malik cringed, teeth gritting as he watched his best friend.
"You're the most vial creature on the plant," Malik mumbled, causing the fifteen-year-old burger lover to grin and take another big gash out of the burger.
"I try." Lilac eyes rolled in response, picking up a flashy red can and taking a swig of it.
"No wonder you can't find a girlfriend," Malik said, shaking tousled blonde locks about as he hopped up on the countertop, too. He knew Isis would yell if his sister saw them, but he could disregard that for the moment. Bakura frowned, chocolate eyes glaring agitatedly at Malik.
"First of all the girls at our school are whores, and second of all, they're not Ryou anyways," he protested, crossing perturbed, pale arms. Malik opened his mouth to say something but stopped as the doorbell rang throughout the house, annoying chime dinging off the walls. They both blinked, staring at each other blankly.
"Well, aren't you going to go answer the door housewife?" Bakura questioned, snickering as Malik scowled.
"You sit your freeloading ass on that counter and eat that nasty concoction of yours, and I'll come to kill you after I answer the door!" Malik hollered, dashing into the living room to see what surprises would come once he opened the door.
Large lilac eyes blinked in horror as he stared at the person in the doorway, puffy, reddened turquoise eyes staring at him, cheeks flushed, and clothes drenched from obvious waiting and walking in the rain.
"H-hi Malik. Is Bakura here?" Ryou asked timidly, voice crackling as he feigned a smile. Malik huffed, trying his hardest not to roll his eyes. 'Lemme guess. Someone broke up with you again and now you need to run crying to Bakura?' He thought, irritated eyes glaring harshly at the boy in front of him. Ryou's gaze faltered to the welcome mat, hands sliding nervously to his jacket pockets as he waited for an answer, sniffling. Malik shook the thought out of his head.
"Bakura!" He screamed, tapping a foot as he waited for his lazy friend to come pick up the pile of tears on his front porch. He moved out of the doorway, motioning for Ryou to enter.
"What is it that so damn important that I had to walk all the way to the living room fo-" He quieted as he stopped in the hallway, voice cracking as he saw the shivering, soaked, teary-eyed boy standing nervously, eyes swelled. Ryou sniffed as he ran towards Bakura, flinging his arms around him, nuzzling his dripping head into Bakura's tee shirt.
"Ryou?" Bakura summoned gently, wrapping his arms around the trembling boy, resting his chin atop Ryou's head. "Ryou, you're soaked, what happened?" Bakura asked, emotion pouring from his lacy voice. Ryou sobbed, hands curling into the fabric of Bakura shirt, clutching tightly.
"M-M-Mar-Mariku, h-h-he, he…" Malik leant against the wall, drumming mundane fingers on the neatly painted surface. So, he was right and totally unphazed by Ryou's newest claim. Honestly, how many times was this going to happen until Ryou realized he was horrible at picking boyfriends, or noticed the very obvious crush Bakura had on him?
Lilac eyes glared at the hugging two, Bakura trying to subside the boy's desperate cries.
"Ryou, Ryou, it's okay! Shh… I'll take you home and we'll talk all about it. Please stop crying though; I don't want to see you cry…" Bakura trailed off, stroking long, graceful fingers through the boy's slightly tangled locks. Ryou snuggled closer in the man's arms, shaking his head distraughtly.
"Why didn't he love me Kura? Why!" Ryou exclaimed, weeping harder. Bakura sighed, picking Ryou up in his arms, holding onto him securely as he walked towards the door.
"Malik, I'll be back later, okay?" Bakura said softly, soothing Ryou's hair with a few free fingers. Malik nodded, giving a puny wave.
"Yeah, okay. Sorry that guy dumped you Ryou," Malik said nonchalantly, taking hold of the door to close it for them as they walked out. Ryou started sobbing again and Bakura glared, sticking his middle finger up causing Malik to grin. So what? He didn't have to feel sorry for Ryou every damn time he was dumped! Sometimes he friggin' deserved it!
"Later!" Malik cried, shutting the door on them, immediately strutting over to the sofa and throwing himself on it, letting out a frustrated sigh. Why did Bakura always ran after that little brat? All Ryou ever did was talk about how he and his boyfriend were so great for each other, or cry when they fought, of course always running to Bakura. Sometimes he couldn't stand being the boy's best friend, and usually Ryou played a big part in wish he and Bakura had never, ever met.
It wasn't like he hated Ryou… totally anyway. Like most of Ryou's exes said, the boy was clingy, and overly envious and dramatic. Ryou always brought Bakura down, but he never cared. Bakura loved Ryou and always had since the two met in the 6th grade. Of course back then, Ryou was barely mature enough to like anyone, not to mention to distinguish the fact that he was gay and Bakura had a mere crush on him. Now Bakura's fondness of the boy had increased by oh, at least 100 and Ryou still seemed too clingy to just like Bakura as a friend. It was getting tiring to listen to Ryou's relationship problems, and Bakura's constant rantings of how he could treat Ryou better than anyone else ever could. Every time Malik would do the same thing; roll his eyes and say, "Don't tell me, tell Ryou." Which would of course only bring more frustration to the silvery haired teen, who would then bitch about how he was constantly dropping hints and how he knew Ryou only thought of them as friends.
Malik groaned, slapping himself in the forehead. Why was everyone so preoccupied with love anyway? No one really needed it, it was just a worthless emotion, one he always seemed to lack, at least when it came to high school relationships. He used to have a crush on Bakura when they were about thirteen, when he truly realized just how cool and amazing Bakura was. Of course, two weeks later reality came back, and he then remembered why he had always remained his friend in the past. Bakura was whiny, and to stuck up on Ryou to give a damn about anyone else.
From now since two years back, not much had changed. Bakura still graveled at Ryou's feet, and Ryou still just walked away. Malik just watched, pounding his head into the wall, ready to kill them both.
Sure Malik had other friends besides Ryou and Bakura, but most hated Bakura because he was a jerk to anyone in a younger grade (save Ryou and Malik) and Bakura was ten times cooler than them , so Malik naturally chose spending day in and day out with Bakura instead. He really did spend about every waking moment with the other male too, since Bakura basically lived at his house. Nothing could make Bakura go home! Fortunately, Malik only saw Ryou when the boy had no boyfriend to waste all his time on, which was scarce. Come to think of it, it had been about a week or so since Bakura had gone home last. When the boy would get sick of Malik, he'd just scuttle on over to Ryou's and crash there. Bakura's parents never seemed to mind much, and Ryou's father was never home to care. As for Malik's sister, she got pissed and highly disgruntled by Bakura being there always, but still loved the boy and treated him as family since Malik and he had been best friends for over eight years. Ryou hadn't even been around until Malik was ten, and he could still remember the first time he'd met Ryou so many years before…
.flashback.
It was a hot summer day in late July, and the little suburban neighborhood was blistering hot, not that it saved all the children from being forced outside.
A ten-year-old Malik was sitting out in the lawn of his best friend's house, cracking his tanned fingers as he wiped the sweat from his hands onto his pants and repositioned his hand holding up his chin in a bored fashion. He sighed, watching as his friend kicked around a hackey sack idiotically, trying to beat his newest record of three. Malik never understood why Bakura played hackey sack; he'd always sucked.
Bakura growled as the hackey sack fell to the ground with a plop, landing on the cemented pathway.
"I hate this damn game!" The eleven year old cried, plopping down on the ground with a 'humph'.
"Then don't play dummy. It's not like you're good."
"Pfft, like you're any better…" Bakura muttered, coffee eyes wandering towards a house a few paces down the street. A moving van was parking in front of the three story modern home, a silvery haired man standing around near some movers, directing them where to put the furniture. Next to him was a child who seemed to be no more than ten, wearing shorts, sandals, and a plain white tee shirt that seem to cling to his childish form.
"Hm… Must be newbies," Malik said, stating exactly what Bakura was thinking.
"Maybe we should go greet them! He's new so he must not have many friends!" Malik snorted, ripping out a few strands of grass.
"Since when do you care whether or not a kid has friends?" Bakura's eyebrows furrowed as he thought of a good explanation, He shrugged, standing up once more.
"I dunno! I'm just bored, hot, and hungry! Let's go Malik!"
"No!" Malik whined, "I'm perfectly happy sitting here and burning to a crisp, thanks." Bakura huffed; why did the younger blonde always have to be so difficult?
"No! Let's go over there! Please Malik, pleaassseee?" he begged, getting down to his knees, bowing down to Malik. "Please? I'll give you my eternal love!" Malik frowned.
"No thanks, I'd rather die thanks." Bakura sighed, launching himself onto Malik hugging him to death.
"If you don't let us go, Ima squeeze you to death!"
"Okay, okay! Fine Bakura, let's go do this!" He yelped, pushing the silvery haired pre-teen off him. Malik brushed the grass off himself and stood up, sighing. "You owe me, you know." Bakura smiled, standing up as well, and heading down the stairway, grinning as Malik followed.
"Yeah, yeah I know! But trust me, this will be worth it!"
The two children walked down the sidewalk, observing the new kid they were about to greet. Malik really didn't want to go meet him, he had a bad feeling about this new kid. Sure, he looked all nice and innocent, but he was probably the devil's right hand man!
"Bakura maybe we shouldn't. What is this kid is a monster or something?" Bakura laughed, amused.
"Easy! We kick his girly little butt and become town heroes!" He chimed, skipping up to the house. Malik rolled his eyes, sighing. He was going to laugh when the kid ate Bakura first.
They hurried up three three-step stairway making sure to wear their friendliest smiles! After all, they wouldn't want to scare the kid away would they? They approached the father and the boy, waving to them both. For some reason, as Bakura got closer, his heart seemed to skip as he stared at the white haired child, noticing for the first time how green his eyes were and how pale his skin was, and how it seemed to gleam in the Domino sun. His breath caught in his throat as they stood in front of the two, sweat starting to form at his nose, a blush creping across his cheeks. What was going on? It felt like flying bugs were about to emerge out of his stomach or something!
Malik peered over to his friend, wondering why the boy had suddenly gone silent, and shrugged it off.
"Hello there sir! You must be new to the neighborhood! I'm Malik, and this is my friend Bakura!" He said cheerfully, feigning a cute, cherry attitude for the adult. The father of the boy smiled, gazing down at them happily; glad his new neighbors seemed to be friendly.
"I'm Mr. Grant and my son is Ryou. Thank you for welcoming us into the neighborhood!" He said cheerfully, grinning. Ryou blushed slightly and looked up to his father, smiling shyly. "Well, go on Ryou, say 'hi'!" He commanded playfully, giving his ten-year-old son a gentle push.
"H-hello. It, it's nice to meet you both," Ryou, breathed, averting their gazes.
"Nice to meet you too Ryou!" Malik exclaimed, nudging his usually cheerful friend. Bakrua shook himself, blushing slightly for having gone dead for a few seconds.
"Hey! We were just about to go to the park, did you wanna come?" Bakura asked, gazing to Ryou. Ryou looked up to his father who laughed and nodded.
"That sounds like a good idea! You should go Ryou, it'll be nice to go play, no?" Ryou smiled sweetly and nodded.
"Sure, I'd love to come!" Bakura could feel flutters in his stomach when the boy smiled, and he started to feel sick, yet if he was, he'd rather stay with this new boy than run off home. Malik nodded, heading down the pathway.
"Come on, I'm sure Seto and Jou-idiot are down there anyways! Which means Soccer!" Bakura rolled sparkling maroon eyes and took Ryou's hand in his, grinning.
"Don't worry about him, he always rants like this. You can be on my team; we'll win definitely with three people this time!"
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And that was the last time he was at peace with himself, until that treacherous day when the cute, and ultra bubbly boy had plagued into his life, causing havoc day after day.
…So maybe Ryou wasn't that horrible, but sometimes being pessimistic had its benefits.
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Malik slammed his head down hard on his desk, trying to drown out the sound of annoying morning chatter from overly emotional, and hyper teens, especially the girls, seemingly the popular ones no doubt, all ugly and plastic, makeup caked to their orange faces with iron flat hair thinking they were the hottest in the world; how Malik hated them… They were like Ryou only worse. At least Ryou sort of tried to be manly…
Ok, so no he didn't, but he still would rather spend a year on an island with Ryou than any one of them, except for maybe the fat ones 'cause they'd be a better meal.
The bell rang erupting Malik from his thoughts, head raising the slightest to look into the eyes of a bulky, stout, pale, freckled lady, with hoarse ember hair pulled into a messy bun, uneven glasses sitting at the bridge of her nose, plaid dress covering her rather unflattering figure. She sniffed, which was her odd way of telling everyone in the room to quiet down now, or else…
Just as she was about to start gabbing away with another unentertaining and very uneducational relationship story like she did every morning, the door swung open. Mrs. Sassafras hated being interrupted, especially during her romance stories. She glared at the door, sliding her glasses up, 'aheming' to get her voice ready for the yell she was about to let out. Unfortunately, an unfamiliar male walked into the room, spiky blond bangs swaying as he walked into the room, and black coat clinging to his figure, making the girls chatter already about how 'hot' he was.
"And young man, who might you be?" The harsh lavender-eyed male grinned.
"Why don't you know? I'm Mariku, your new favorite student!" The class snickered; however, the teacher didn't find it funny.
"Hn. Take a seat next to Malik a.k.a. the kid that'll be telling you bout everything you'll have to makeup from September to now, because I don't let kids fall behind, even if they're new. I wouldn't want to let you miss out after all!" She grinned as the boy glared at her, taking a seat next to the aforementioned blonde, eyeing him curiously for a second. He hadn't even acknowledged the new kid walking into the room or so it seemed, because his eyes were closed and his mouth was hanging open the slightest bit, head rested against a palm. Mariku decided to be a helpful student (and helpful annoyance) and wake the boy up, tapping him on the shoulder as the teacher went on her ramble.
"Malik? Malik?" Malik could swear he heard his name being echoed, but it was coming from a voice unlike any other he'd heard before. It was a low, growling kind of purr, the voice a panther would have if they could talk. It was so inducing and lulling, something about it just made Malik want to get closer; the voice was magic.
"Malik!" Malik's eyes snapped open, wondering where the voice was coming from. He gazed around the room, eyes lowering as he found a new boy next to him.
"Malik!" The male uttered once more, causing Malik to jump slightly. Was that the voice from his dreams?
"Who are you?" Malik hissed, glowering at the strange guy next to him curiously. Mariku grinned, eyeing the boy's delicate facial features, unable to feel strange when he looked upon the boy's face. He was definitely a pretty one, and a tough one no doubt.
"Oh, sorry, did I wake you?" Malik glared.
"What the hell do you think?" Marik placed a hand over his heart, feigning a hurt look.
"Is that anyway to talk to the new student?" Malik was starting to get frustrated. All he'd asked was for the stupid guy's name, not a third degree lesson on how to care for others.
"Just tell me your damn name!"
"Boys in the back, quit chattering!" The teacher screamed, glaring to the victimized owners of the voices. At that point, he'd already made up his mind; he hated the boy next to him; loathed him even. Just one word and he couldn't stand him. Now he just wanted to know the male's name so he'd know exactly who to avoid.
"I'm Mariku by the way, I'm sure you're very happy to meet me." Nothing made Malik angrier than people with big egos, especially people with big egos he already hated.
"That's great, now I can avoid you and cuss you out by name!" Malik retorted, smirking to himself, setting his head back down. Damn, he was the King of comebacks.
"Oh, feisty huh? I like 'um a bit rough." Malik rolled unamused lilac orbs.
"How tantalizing. Now you absolutely intrigue me, Mariku."
"Oh, I knew I would. I intrigue everyone. In fact, if you're not busy tonight, I could intrigue you further."
…Needless to say, Malik was grossed out.
"Hell no! I wouldn't let you near my house if you paid me!"
"That's it, detention, my room, tomorrow! Malik, other side of the room now! You know better than to corrupt the minds of new students with your unintelligent chatter! GET TO YOUR SEAT!" Revenge; oh the revenge would be sweet. He was going to get that hideous smirking jerk back if it was the last thing he did!
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God: And there you are, the 1st chapter! Yay, Marik got introduced, and next time there will be a more in depth look of what Marku and Malik are like, and more about them of course! -nod-
Gandalf: I hope you all enjoyed the 1st chapter, and here are the replies for all the glorious reviews!
Ragdollsally13: My first reviewer for this story, and for that I am eternally grateful! Aw, thankies! -grins at the pretty complements- Ew, Ryou/Seto? -dies- no comment! Sorry, that is one couple I will never write for! Yuck! Aw, and it's not that sad… just keep reading and see! Heheh, glad you liked the story so far and mucho love!
Princess Hallie: Heheh, that's cause it was supposed to have that effect dear! You want to feel sorry for Ryou, but then you don't cause he sort of deserved it. -sweatdrop- Anyways, glad you liked it!
Silver Mist4: Yee, glad you think so! Update soon I'll try to do!
Loathed wolf spirit: WAH! We never talk anymore! (has a feeling it's her fault) Yee, glad you liked the first chapter! I'm glad they broke up too, Marik/Ryou is scary! XD Love ya and glad you liked it!
Xryoubakurax: Yay, you reviewed! I don't even know if you'll read this since you claim to hate fan fiction now -shrug- but why weevil? XD Cause he's Weevil, that's why. Oi, you did NOT steal my fics virginity! (gets fic a chastity belt) I will not let you make this fic NC17 sicko! Heheh, love you!
Nite Nite: Aw! -hides- I'm sorry! Ryou deserved it though! If he doesn't break up with Mariku, how is he ever gonna get with Bakura? XD It's sad how I managed to make this fic twist around an R/B plot along with my M/M plot… sheesh I love B/R! Anyways! -sweatdrop- I'm glad you like it dearest!
OBSESSED Uber Rei Model 07: Aw! -huggles- You're the greatest too man! I will find time to update this, don't you worry! I never give up on fics I really, really like! In this case, I really , really like it! -nod- Though I'm not the craziest for this chapter, last one was okay! -nod- XD No, sorry… Malik won't be sleeping with Bakura. Malik can't stand Bakura as a boyfriend, trust me… Malik would kill him. X.x the Malik in this story is VERY picky. -nod- I'd never run away from you, I love you! -big smile- Hehe, glad you like the story buck-o!
Hyacinthus: Yes, he did get burned; ce cold if you know what I mean! -nod- Could I ever not make a story with no B/R in it? -looks around- doubt it! Yes, this story has an immense amount of B/R, don't you worry buddy! -headshake- Yee, good luck to you too and glad you thought the start was okay!
BobGod: Yee, thanks! I just wanted to make Ryou something I've nwever really seen him as before. He's always portrayed as sweet, innocent, and naïve, really psychotic, or just plain crazy. -sweatdrop- and every once in a while, he's like the dominant, where the hell does that idea come from? -looks around and shrugs- I like him as a drama queen! XD It gives Malik something to bitch about… anyways, thanks for the gold star and sorry you have a problem with Weevil!
Keisian: Yes, B/R fluff is to come as will M/M stuff somehow! -nod- I hope you liked the chapter, and I'll try to update soon!
Slave4kai: awesome? REALLY?!? -attacks with hugs- You're always so nice! Glad you really liked the chapter, and for once I did something right if the words flowed well! XD Hope this chapter was okay, and I'm glad you eagerly awaited this one! (hope it was worth it xx)
Carmen5-Nemrac: Yesh, poor Ryou and of course I'll update soon homie!
Tayko: Glad you love it! -nod- Update soon I'll try to do and stay wonderful!
LYNNSTORYTELLER: Don't worry, it gets happier, trust me!
Dilandau's Best Slayer: Ryou/Marik makes me cringe too. -nod- I'm glad it's over with as well! Hope you liked the chapter!
EmmaRaikou: Oi, is there something wrong with M/M stuff? -blink- Well, hope you like the chapter home slice! Have a sexy day!
Keiko101: Thanks for the complement, I'm glad you liked the start! Well, all Malik with a little Bakura/Ryou fluff added in, gotta keep it real for the homies, you know! Hope you enjoyed it!
Akiko-saulii: Yes, detailed, I like details! -nod- Oi, if you don't like Ryou so wimpy, you probably won't like him much in the rest of the fic either! -sweatdrop- He's a bit of a clingy drama queen who always needs attention! I'm glad you think it'll get interesting and I hope you're doing wonderful!
Darknessmiko: XD No, it's okay, I expected stuff like that… Ryou's 'weird' in this story, because I kind of changed his personality a bit! He's still sweet, and fun and whatnot, but now he's just an attention seeker, and crybaby drama queen to go along with it! -nod- Don't worry, Ryou won't always be so bad, the 1st chapter is just his pity party, he'll be better in future chapters! -nod- Hope you liked the chapter!
Voice-sama: My only love, sprung from my only hate! -sweatdrop- What sounds familiar about it? -blink- I don't get it. -shrug- Cute? Well I try! Keep writing I'll do and love you too!
SnowIce: Malik has had his wonderful, sexy appreance! -nod- And here is your (hopefully) delightful chapter two! I hope you liked it!
Amy Hirosaki: Yee, I'm glad you liked it! Yesh M/M is good! -nod,nod- Hope you liked the chapter!
Gandalf: Tis all for today! Thanks to everyone for the wonderful reviews, feel free to give us more! -big grin-
God: We love you all, and the next chapter will be out within a couple of weeks or so! Have a beautiful November weekend!
Greebo: -cries- And an even -sniff- prettier -sob- day! -weep, weep- (Is still sad a Bush didn't get sent back to Texas)
Gandalf: Sayonara and later days!
