Heartfelt Apologies
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Once again, thank you reviewers! You've all been so kind a patient with me! *bows* Ryou and Bakura gives you all kissies! ^_^
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Chapter 5
"Iie. Absolutely not."
"Aw come on Malik! It'll be fun!"
"No chance in hell."
"Ryou! Make him change his mind." Bakura whined, gazing at his hikari with pleading eyes. Ryou looked at Bakura hesitantly, before staring at the ground.
"Gomen Bakura-sama, but I agree with Malik-kun."
"Why not?" Marik sulked angrily. They were parked outside of a nightclub for guys, and Malik and Ryou were absolutely refusing to go inside.
"Because..." Ryou wrinkled his nose adorably. "It's a nightclub! We're probably not even old enough to enter!"
"I can change that though." Marik smirked insanely, holding up his Millenium Rod.
"Onegai?" Bakura practically begged his hikari. "For me?" Ryou flinched, he didn't want his yami to be upset with him, but; he looked at the club. He really didn't feel safe going to a place like that. Plus, he was also worried about Bakura and Marik both getting drunk. He didn't want them to hurt him and Malik again. The other blond haired hikari was thinking almost the same thing.
"We'll go on one condition." Malik said, shifting his weight uneasily. Both yamis nodded at him, eager to agree to anything as long as they could all go inside. Malik stared up at the two seriously. "You can't have too many drinks, okay?"
Bakura's face fell with realization, and quickly became a look full of shame. He pulled Ryou to him comfortingly, petting the other's hair gently.
"We promise we won't drink a lot." He murmured, kissing Ryou's head lightly. "Now, let's go inside."
Ryou and Malik nodded their heads uncertainly, still uneasy about going in, but followed their respective yamis anyways. They entered without much trouble (thanks to Marik) and were immediately blasted with the sound of loud dancing music and blinded by the bright lights. Bakura and Ryou separated from Malik and Marik, heading over to the couch area in the corner while Marik dragged his hikari across the dancing floor and over to the bar.
"It's so loud!" Malik shouted, covering his ears as he followed Marik, trying to squeeze in between the mass of dancing men.
"You'll get used to it!" Marik hollered back, ordering himself and Malik a beer upon arriving at their destination. Receiving the two drinks, he threw one to his light before popping his own open and taking a big swig out of it.
"You promised you wouldn't drink a lot, remember?" Malik said warily, sipping at his beer lightly. Marik winced, feeling guilt-ridden.
"I know. I promise." He leaned over and gave Malik a soft kiss on his cheek. Malik blushed and turned his head away, staring at the people dancing on the floor and listening to the music coming from the speakers.
***Over to Ryou and Bakura***
"Why are we over here Bakura-sama?" Ryou asked innocently, staring up at his yami with his beautiful chocolate brown eyes. Bakura smiled and tenderly pulled Ryou onto his lap once he sat on one of the couches in the secluded part of the club. He nuzzled his head against Ryou's neck before planting light kisses on the pale flesh. Ryou blushed heavily and couldn't help but give out a soft whimper at his yami's ministrations.
"I love you Ryou, you know that, right?" Bakura spoke softly, burying his face into Ryou's silvery mane.
"Hai, I know." Ryou said, confused at to what Bakura was trying to get at.
"And you know how sorry I am about what happened that night, right?" Ryou winced, hearing the pain laced into Bakura's voice.
"Hai."
. . .
"Can I kiss you?"
Ryou looked up, startled at his yami's question. He'd never asked Ryou's permission before. He nodded his head shyly, his face a light pinkish color. Bakura smiled and gently turned Ryou's face towards him before bending down and brushing his lips against his hikari's. He let out a quiet moan, and kissed him more passionately this time, plunging his tongue into the other's mouth.
Ryou moaned into the kiss, grasping on to Bakura's shirt as the other gently lowered him to the soft cushions. He broke off from the kiss, panting for air, and stared up at Bakura in awe. Bakura smirked and rubbed their noses together lovingly.
"Arigatou." He whispered into Ryou's ear. He rested his head on his light's shoulder, and sighed. Below him, Ryou smiled brightly and snuggled underneath his dark, content. They rested like that, against each other relaxingly, for what seemed like hours before Bakura reluctantly got up. "You want something to drink?" He asked his other who yawned cutely and nodded. "Okay, I'll go get us something. You stay here, okay?" Ryou nodded once again and watched as Bakura got up, and crossed over to the bar.
\\Is water alright?\\ Bakura asked through their link, startling Ryou and making him jump up in surprise.
\Hai. Water is fine.\ He sat there, patiently waiting for his yami to return, when he suddenly felt someone sitting down next to him on the couch.
"Hey beautiful." A voice purred. "Remember me?" Ryou looked over, and blushed seeing the same guy that was at the carnival the day before, the one passing out the corndogs.
"Ano.. Hello?" Ryou squeaked out, slowly backing away from the man.
"What are you backing away for?" The guy grinned, scooting closer to Ryou as the other backed away to the corner of the sofa. "I just wanted to know if you would dance with me."
"S-Sorry. But I'm here with someone else." Ryou stuttered, becoming uncomfortable as the man bent down to him closer.
"Really? Well that's a real shame. Where is that lucky person?"
"U-uh, he-he's.." He paused, hearing someone clear their throat loudly. He peeked over the man's shoulder cautiously. "Bakura-sama!" He breathed, thankful that he showed up just in time.
"Just who do you think you are trying to get your filthy paws on MY hikari!?" Bakura snarled, eyes flashing angrily. He was holding two glasses full of water and you could see the ice cubes trembling as he tried to control his rage. He stared down at the man hovering over Ryou threateningly.
"Errr.." The now wide-eyed man stuttered. He glanced down at Ryou one more time before jumping back quickly. "I'll just be leaving now.." He said hesitantly before bolting away and out into the groups of bodies on the dance floor.
Bakura growled, still furious, and was about to follow after him, but was stopped when Ryou gently tugged on his shirt. He looked down and his anger immediately diminished at seeing his hikari's innocent and pleading gaze.
"Sit here with me?" Ryou pleaded shyly. Bakura hesitated. He wanted to go rip the head off of the guy who hit on his hikari, but he also didn't want to upset Ryou. Warring with himself for a few moments, he finally sighed and plopped down next to his light.
"Arigatou." Ryou smiled. Bakura handed Ryou his cup wordlessly, and sipped on his own, watching the various men dance wildly on the floor. His eyes traveled to a particular couple, and he gasped in shock spitting out his water. Ryou peered at him questionably, concern shining in his brown depths. Bakura grinned.
"Check out who's dancing." He said, pointing out on the floor. Ryou followed his gaze and gasped upon seeing Malik and Marik dancing with each other wildly. "Want to go join them?"
"Ano.." Ryou stuttered, blushing and shifting uncomfortably.
"Daijoubu." Bakura kissed Ryou's nose, sensing his light's hesitance. "Stay right here." Bakura stood up and walked out onto the floor towards Marik and Malik. He tapped the blond-haired yami on his shoulder and whispered into his ear. Marik nodded his head and bent down to kiss Malik on the lips before sending him over to Ryou.
"Hey Ryou-koi." Malik smiled, plopping down next to Ryou and giving him a small kiss on the cheek. Ryou blushed at the nickname and looked at Malik curiously.
"Why aren't you dancing?"
"They said they wanted to put on a show for us." Malik shrugged, and turned towards the crowd, his jaw dropping immediately at what he saw. Ryou turned and looked as well, having almost the same reaction Malik had.
Marik and Bakura were dancing together erotically, grinding and rubbing against each other to the beat. Eyes shut and heads thrown back as they continued their almost violent dance moves, Marik leaned down to kiss Bakura harshly, his teeth biting into the other yami's lip. Bakura wrapped one of his legs around Marik's hip, panting with his eyes half lidded and moaned loudly.
Ryou shuddered, his breathing quickening and eyes glazed over as he watched the two yamis out on the floor. Next to him, he felt Malik tense up as well, and could here the others rapidly increasing breaths.
"Oh Ra.." Malik whispered. "It- ..They-... They're-."
"I know." Ryou said, his voice just as quiet as Malik's. They continued to watch their darks, enraptured by the way the two moved to the music and how absolutely sexy they looked. Finally, the song ended, and Marik and Bakura made their way back to the two lights.
"Enjoy the show?" Marik asked, smirking widely at the two's flushed and dazed out looks.
"Y-Yeah." Malik stammered, licking his dry lips. "It was great." Marik grinned approvingly and looked around their surroundings, his grin growing wider once he recognized this area of the club.
"Hey, Kura-chan,"
"Don't call me that."
"...Kuuurraaaa-chaaaaaan..."
"Marik." Bakura growled warningly, his left eye twitching.
"Do you know where we are?"
"Yes, baka, I know where we are. We're at a nightclub."
"No, I mean what part of the club we're in." Bakura looked around, and then frowned at the other yami.
"Yes. I know what part we're in." Bakura crossed his arms, staring at the other with a raised eyebrow. "And the answer is no, we are not going to make out." He added after seeing Marik about to open his mouth. The psychopathic dark pouted in disappointment.
Malik and Ryou just stared at their darks curiously, but opting not to ask what exactly they were talking about. Ryou suddenly yawned, blinking blearily, and leaned his head against Malik's shoulder. Seeing Ryou's tired expression made Bakura's face soften, and he smiled warmly down at his aibou. Signaling to Marik, Bakura pulled his hikari up so the other leaned against him.
"I think it's time to leave." Bakura said amusedly as Ryou yawned again and nodded tiredly. Malik stood up and followed them out of the club, sighing as his yami ordered one more quick drink at the bar.
"Are we going home now?" Malik asked, blinking up at the two darks. Marik nodded his head as Bakura shook his instead. Marik raised an eyebrow inquisitively at Bakura.
"We're going over to Yugi's now." Bakura said casually, mounting his bike and pulling Ryou up with him.
"What?" Malik cried out, clearly upset. "But I thought.." Marik frowned as well.
"Bakura-sama.." Ryou pleaded. "Can't we just go home? Malik and Marik- sama.." Bakura shook his head firmly.
"We're going. For Ra's sake, it's only for a night!" Malik flinched and lowered his head. Bakura's face softened. "Malik, come on, just one night?" Malik sighed and nodded, still a little upset that he was being forced to attend the sleepover. "Okay then, let's go." He muttered, and climbed up on the bike after his yami.
"We'll meet you there!" Bakura shouted, waving at the two blonds before speeding off on his motorcycle, Ryou clutching onto him tightly. Malik waved back, a fake smile plastered on his face. He really, really, really didn't want to go over to Yugi's. Being around him and the rest of the gang always him feel guilty and awkward, knowing that before he had tried to kill everyone and take over the world as pharaoh. He sighed, all of a sudden depressed.
"I won't take you there if you really don't want to go." Marik said quietly, startling Malik who stared up at him in shock.
"Demo, Bakura said.."
"Who cares about what Bakura said?" Marik smirked, revving up his motorcycle. "I can tell you really don't feel comfortable going, so, we'll just go back to Ryou's instead." Malik smiled brightly and hugged his yami from behind, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.
"Arigatou." He whispered, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead against his yami's back, a small smile lingering on his face as Marik sped back to the Bakura household.
***
Malik hopped off of the bike once they pulled up the driveway, yawning loudly and stretching his arms over his head. He glanced over to his yami, who was currently picking the lock to the front door.
"Ano, Marik?" Malik said, staring at his yami oddly. "I have a key."
"Oh well." Marik shrugged, finishing with the lock and slamming the door open. He marched inside, Malik following after him, and plopped down on the living room sofa. "How long do you think it will take Bakura to figure out we're not showing up?" Marik snickered, beckoning his hikari over with his hands.
"I don't know." Malik murmured, blushing as his yami pulled him down to lie across his chest. "But he's going to be really mad at us." Malik bit his lip worriedly. Seeing the slight frown on Malik's face, Marik began to pet the other's hair gently in attempt to calm the teen down.
"He'll get over it."
"Demo.."
"Don't worry about it Malik." Marik kissed the top of Malik's head lovingly. "If you're still concerned, we could always just ride over there." Malik's form went rigid on top of him, and he shook his head against Marik's chest.
"I don't like hanging around them."
"Why?"
"I don't know." Malik squirmed uncomfortably. "I just feel that, that it's wrong for me to hang out with them, after all I've done. And, and I know that Jou and Honda and a few of the others still hate me."
"They don't hate you Malik.." Marik said reassuringly, trying to quell Malik's uneasiness.
"Yes they do," Malik's fists clenched onto his yami's shirt, trying hard not to let the other know that he had tears in his eyes, "I know they do." He finished quietly, trembling in Marik's grasp. Marik held his hikari tightly, frowning when he felt the other shiver in his arms.
"Yugi doesn't hate you." He said softly. "And the others, they don't hate you either, it's just that they're not used to you yet." He rubbed Malik's back comfortingly. "I'm sure that if you hang out with them more, they'll get to know you better."
"But it's still wrong."
"Nan desu ka?" Marik asked, confused. Malik closed his eyes and snuggled into Marik's chest, seeking comfort from him.
"It's wrong for me to try to be friends with them. I'm tainted, and evil, and everyone I get close to ends up getting hurt. I don't deserve their friendship. That's why it's just, it's just wrong. I don't want to hurt them like I did to my sister."
"Malik.." Marik said sadly, tightening his hold on his aibou.
"I shouldn't be with you, Ryou, and Bakura either." Malik sniffled, tears leaking out of his sad violet-colored eyes. "I don't want to hurt you too."
"Malik, the only way you could hurt us, would be by leaving us." Marik said sternly, troubled by what his hikari was saying. "We love you, never forget that." Malik smiled sleepily and nodded, eyes drooping shut.
"I love you too." He whispered, before slipping off into a troubled sleep, safely wrapped around in his yami's embrace. Marik smiled at him tenderly, giving him one more light kiss before falling asleep himself.
***
Meanwhile, Bakura was just pulling up to Yugi's house, dismounting his bike, pulling Ryou off with him, and marching up to the front door with Ryou's arms still latched around his waist. He rang the doorbell repetitively, smirking to himself.
"I bet that annoyed the hell out of that damn pharaoh.." He muttered, trying to pry Ryou's arms off of him. "Ryou-chan, we're here." Ryou perked up instantly, releasing his grip on Bakura's waist and looking around himself.
"Shouldn't Marik-sama and Malik be here already?" He wondered, looking down the street. Bakura's reply was cut off when the door suddenly swung open, scaring the heck the poor light.
"Ryou?" Yugi blinked, opening the door all the way and beckoning the two to come in. "I thought you weren't coming." Ryou smiled sheepishly.
"I'm terribly sorry if I'm imposing on anything, but we had a change of plans." Yugi giggled at his friend, shaking his head.
"You aren't interrupting us at all! We're glad you could make it!"
"Nice to see you too, Shrimp." Bakura muttered, crossing his arms, a bit peeved the young hikari didn't seem to notice him. Yugi laughed nervously.
"Hello Bakura. Ano, make yourself comfortable. Are you both sleeping over?" Ryou looked at his yami questionably.
"Hai. We're sleeping over." Bakura said, then turned to face outside. "Those two better show up here soon.." He mumbled. Yugi blinked at him curiously. Ryou sighed.
"Malik and Marik-sama were going to stay too, is that okay?"
"Of course it's okay!" Yugi smiled brightly.
"No it's not." The three turned around to face Honda standing in the doorway to the living room, a frown on his face. "I don't want those two psychopathic idiots over here."
"Honda!" Yugi frowned, aghast at his friend's words. Ryou's face fell and he looked away from Honda, staring at the wall instead. He could feel Bakura tense behind him, and began to worry about his friend's safety.
"If you don't want them over, then obviously you wouldn't want me over as well." Bakura growled, glaring heatedly at the brunette. Honda just stared right back.
"That's exactly right. We don't want any more trouble from you three! So why don't you just get your ass out of here?" Before Honda new what hit him, Bakura had him pinned up against the wall, snarling.
"Don't you ever speak to me like that again." He bristled. "Do you understand?!"
"Bakura-sama!" Ryou pleaded desperately. He was too afraid to go over and stop his dark from hurting Honda, and bit his lip with worry. At the commotion, Yami and the rest of the gang ran into the room. Yami's face darkened when he saw what Bakura was doing, and immediately stomped over to him, wrenching him off of Honda and throwing him to the ground. He was about to continue to beat the hell out of the other dark when Yugi suddenly ran up to him.
"Stop it! It wasn't Bakura's fault!"
"Aibou?" Yami asked quizzically, lowering his fist. Ryou cried out and ran to his yami, helping him up to his feet, and clenching to him tightly.
"I think we should leave." Ryou said, his lip quivering as he looked at Honda and Yami.
"Iie." Bakura said, glowering at Honda. "We're staying. I'm not going to let a lowly mortal like that upset me."
"What happened exactly?" Yami Yugi demanded, staring at his light sternly. Yugi sighed and explained what happened. When he was done, Yami turned to Honda. "That was unacceptable Honda."
"Nan desu ka? You actually want the insane bastard here?!" Bakura snarled again and Ryou tightened his hold on him.
"Honda," Yami said, "If you can't get along with him, then you'll have to leave." Honda gawked at him, then scowled, nodding his head, muttering that he would try. Yami turned to face the two white haired pair, and smiled warmly.
"It's nice to see you Ryou, Tomb Robber." He nodded his head towards them welcomingly. "We were just settling down to watch a movie, make yourselves comfortable." Bakura nodded his head and went to follow them to the living room when Ryou tugged on his sleeve.
"Malik and Marik-sama still aren't here." Ryou bit his lip, worry shining brightly in his eyes. Bakura cursed loudly, catching the attention of Yami.
"I'd appreciate it if you kept your swearing to yourself, especially around my aibou." Yami frowned. "What's the problem?"
"If Marik did what I think he's done, he's going to be in so much pain when I get home." Bakura growled, shaking angrily. Ryou peered up at him, tugging once again at his sleeve.
"Bakura-sama?"
"Give me your phone Pharaoh."
***
Marik jumped awake when he heard the phone ring, in turn startling Malik who woke up as well. Malik groaned and reached across to the portable phone that sat on the coffee table.
"Moshi moshi." He murmured sleepily, trying his hardest not to yawn. He yelped when someone shouted over the other line, rapid curses following afterwards. Malik pulled the phone away from his ear and handed it to Marik, his face pale and his hands shaking. Marik scowled and listened to the shouting that was undoubtedly Bakura. Shaking his head in annoyance, he hung up, throwing the phone on the floor and pulling Malik back down to rest on him. "Marik..." Malik started.
"Daijoubu," Marik yawned. "He'll cool down eventually."
***
"The asshole hung up on me!" Bakura raged, slamming the phone down. "He's dead when I get my hands on him!"
"Bakura-sama, please don't be upset." Ryou pleaded, standing next to his yami in Yugi's kitchen. "I'm actually glad they went home, they really didn't want to come after all."
"That isn't the point." Bakura said, his voice softening as he wrapped an arm around Ryou. "Let's go watch that movie." They walked back into the living room, gaining everyone's attention because Bakura's arm was still around Ryou's waist. He sat down on one of the cushion chairs and pulled Ryou down to it on his lap.
"What kind of movie are we watching?" Ryou asked; seemingly unaware of all the stares directed towards him and his yami. Jou blinked oddly, then gave a classic crooked smile.
"We're watchin' a horror movie." He said, grinning. Ryou groaned and slapped a hand on his forehead.
"Not another one.." He muttered, while Bakura snickered behind him.
"What's it called?" He asked. He had been itching to see another gruesome horror movie ever since watching Resident Evil a few days back.
"Urban Legends." Yugi answered, popping the movie in and sitting back on Yami's lap. "I've heard it's super scary."
Ryou whined and snuggled further into his dark's embrace. Bakura smirked when they received more stares, and leaned over to kiss Ryou's cheek, who blushed at the attention. He then turned to the screen as the movie began to play, not being able to hide the sadistic grin that appeared on his face.
***
At the end of the movie, the two hikaris in the room were snuggled deep into their respective dark's arms, shaking considerably with eyes open wide. Joey had latched on to Seto's arm in the middle of the movie, refusing to let go, and Honda and Otogi were hugging the life out of each other. Mai and Anzu had both fallen asleep after the first fifteen minutes, and remained that way throughout the entire movie.
"I-I'm going to h-have nightmares f-for the rest of m-my life!" Yugi whimpered.
"Me t-too." Ryou agreed, trembling in Bakura's arms. His yami currently wore a satisfied smirk on his face from enjoying the movie, and was now petting Ryou's head gently.
"It was just a movie aibou." Yami said, trying to comfort Yugi.
"It was still scary!" He practically squeaked out, burying his face in the crook of Yami's neck.
"Bakura-sama?" Ryou asked quietly, tilting his head to look up at his dark. "Can we call Malik and Marik-sama?" Bakura blinked.
"They're probably sleeping." He said, looking at the clock. "Why do you want to call them?" Ryou blushed, avoiding his yami's eyes.
"Just to make sure they're safe." Bakura smiled in understanding, and nodded.
"Hey Pharaoh! We're going to borrow your phone again."
"Just use my cell." Mai yawned, just waking up. She tossed her phone to Bakura who immediately dialed their home number.
"Moshi moshi?" A sleepy voice answered.
"Marik? It's Bakura."
"What do you want, it's four in the morning!" Marik grumbled on the other line.
"I wouldn't talk to me like that, if I were you." Bakura warned. "Ryou wanted to check up on you, though I don't know why, since you dumped us coming over here."
"Bakura-."
"Save it." Bakura snapped. "Ryou wants to talk to you now." Bakura handed the phone to his hikari who smiled in thanks.
"Marik-sama?" Ryou asked timidly.
"Hai Ryou. Listen, Malik and I are really sorry-."
"Iie. Daijoubu!" Ryou laughed lightly. "Don't worry about it. Is Malik- kun okay?"
"Hai, he's sleeping now."
"Okay," Ryou smiled. "I love you. Will you tell that to Malik too? When he wakes up?"
Once Ryou said that, he gained the attention of almost everyone in the room. Honda was gawking open-mouthed at the two, shock clearly written on his face. When Bakura saw this, he just smirked and gave him the middle finger without his light knowing, before he continued to eavesdrop on the conversation.
"Of course I will." Marik smiled on the other end. "Aishiteru. Tell Bakura I love him too, alright?"
"Hai! Ja ne Marik-sama! Oyasumi nasai!"
"Oyasumi Ryou-chan." Ryou hung up the phone and turned to his yami.
"Marik-sama said-mmph!" Bakura cut him off with a chaste kiss, pulling back and gently brushing a stray strand of hair out of Ryou's eyes.
"I heard." Ryou blushed at the kiss, and then snuggled into his dark's comforting embrace, yawning lightly. Hearing a cough, he blinked, and looked at his friends, just then noticing their stares. His face once again flushed darkly.
"Ryou, tell me you aren't together with those freaks." Honda said disgustedly, staring at Ryou with distaste. Ryou flinched at the harsh words, and felt his yami tense up once again with anger. But just before Bakura could say anything, Yami interrupted, surprising everyone in the room.
"Honda, get out."
"What?" Honda said disbelievingly. "Are you serious?"
"Yes. I am." Yami glared. "You have no right to speak so unkindly to Ryou. If he chooses to be with them, then so be it. It is his choice, not yours." Honda immediately looked guilty.
"Gomen Ryou." He bowed his head shamefully.
"I believe you owe the Tomb Robber an apology as well." Yami said sternly. He crossed his arms when Honda looked at him in disbelief. Honda grumbled, then turned to Bakura, mumbling a quick apology. The white- haired yami just snorted in response, not immediately forgiving his light's so called friend. An uncomfortable silence then fell across the room.
"Can I have my cell phone back?" Mai asked, breaking the silence.
"Oh, yes of course." Ryou mumbled embarrassedly, tossing the cell back to Mai. Everyone was startled when they suddenly heard a shrill ring. Mai blinked, and looked next to her, seeing Yugi's phone, she picked it up, then answered.
"Hello?" She looked at Bakura. "Yeah, he's here, hold on a minute." She tossed the phone back to the curious yami.
"Who's this?" He growled rudely, receiving a disapproving look from Ryou.
"..."
"Hello?"
"Bakura?" A hesitant voice asked.
"Malik?" Bakura blinked. "What is it? Is something wrong?"
"Iie." He went quiet.
"Malik?" Bakura frowned, beginning to grow a little worried. Next to him, Ryou was growing anxious as well, asking him what was wrong. Bakura heard a sniffle on the other line.
"Are you mad at me Bakura?"
"Mad at you? For what?"
"Not coming with you and Ryou.."
"No Malik, I'm not mad at you at all." Bakura comforted reassuringly.
"Are you sure?" Malik whimpered. He sounded really upset.
"I'm positive." Bakura promised. "Are you sure you're okay? Where's Marik?"
"He's taking a shower. Bakura, I, I miss you, and Ryou." Bakura's eyes softened at the tone of Malik's voice. "And I, I feel really guilty about not coming."
"We're only over at Yugi's house. We'll be back before you know it." Bakura soothed. "And you have no reason to feel guilty."
"I know." Malik sniffled again. "I'm sorry I'm sounding so childish."
"Daijoubu." Bakura thought for a moment. "Do you want us to come home?"
"No, I don't want to do that to Ryou. I just," He paused. "I... Never mind." He finished lamely. Bakura was about to say something else when he heard another voice on the opposite side of the phone talking to Malik.
"Hello?" A new voice came on.
"Marik?" Bakura said, annoyed. "Where's Malik?"
"He's right here. Listen, do you mind if we come over there?" Bakura glanced over to Honda, staring at him distrustfully.
"I don't know.."
"He really misses you Kura, and Ryou too." Bakura sighed.
"Alright. I'll be waiting for you."
"Great! See you Kura." Marik hung up. Bakura tossed the phone back to Mai, and then pulled Ryou close to him, leaning back against the cushion chair.
"Marik and Malik are on their way here. Is that a problem?" Bakura looked at Yami and Yugi.
"Iie! No problem at all!" Yugi chirped. Yami turned to look at Honda, silently warning him not to be offensive in any way. Honda gulped, then forced a smile at the Game King's glare.
"I thought Malik didn't want to come?" Ryou asked innocently. He looked up at Bakura, curious.
"He changed his mind." Bakura shrugged. "Anyhow, why doesn't everyone get to sleep? I'll wait for them to show up." Yugi suddenly let out a big yawn, smiling sheepishly when everyone looked at him.
"I agree. Let's call it a night." He slipped into his already set out sleeping bag, everyone else following his example, and closed his eyes.
"Bakura-sama?" Ryou whispered. "Can I stay up with you to wait for Malik and Marik-sama?" Bakura looked down at his hikari, and smiled.
"You're exhausted Ryou-chan. I think you should get some sleep, okay?"
"Demo..." Ryou frowned. Bakura leaned down and gave him a light peck on his cheek, and slipped out from underneath him. He grabbed some blankets that were sitting next to the chair, and pulled them up over his light.
"Don't worry about it." He rolled his eyes, seeing the look on Ryou's face. "Okay, how about if I wake you up when they get here? Is that alright?"
"Hai. Arigatou." Ryou smiled, snuggling into the warm covers. "Aishiteru."
"I love you too Ryou-chan." Bakura murmured, standing up and walking quietly out of the room to the front door. He looked out the side window, patiently waiting for the two blonds to show up. He turned around abruptly when he heard footsteps behind him. "What do you want, Pharaoh?" Yami stopped next to the other dark, looking down the street that Bakura was just looking at.
"So," He started, "You, and your hikari are together?"
"Yes." Bakura nodded.
"And with Marik and Malik?"
"Hai."
"I must admit, I didn't see that coming." Yami admitted. "You being his abuser and such." Next to him, Bakura stiffened.
"I don't hurt him anymore Pharaoh!" He snapped harshly, trying to keep his voice low so as not to wake the others in the other room. He looked back out the window. "And I regret ever having done in the first place."
"I understand." Yami nodded. "And what of Marik and Malik? Did he realize his errors as well?"
"Yes, he has." Bakura once again barked back. They were silent for a while.
"What made you change? If I may ask." Yami questioned. Bakura remained silent, choosing not to answer at the moment. The two were startled out of their conversation when they heard the roaring of a motorcycle pull into the front driveway. Bakura opened the door and walked composedly outside, Yami following behind him.
The two riders jumped off the bike, one wearing a helmet, the other without one. The figure wearing the protective headpiece, took it off, revealing his light blond hair and lavender colored eyes. Upon seeing Bakura, he raced over to him, jumping into the other's arms gleefully. Bakura smiled and swung Malik around before hugging him tightly.
"Bakura, I'm sorry that I didn't come with you and Ryou." Malik apologized, looking at the ground with a shameful look on his face. Bakura kissed Malik's forehead lovingly.
"No need to apologize koibito, I'm not angry." He said. Malik blushed, and then smiled brightly.
"I'll take him to where the others are sleeping." Yami spoke up, startling Malik who looked over at him nervously. Yami raised an eyebrow at him. "Is something wrong?"
"Iie Yami-san. Nothing is wrong." Malik lowered his head and slipped out of Bakura's arms. All three yamis blinked at Malik, never knowing him to sound so compliant. Marik sighed fretfully, knowing why his light was acting that way.
"Very well then, come on." Yami beckoned Malik to follow him as he entered the house.
"Pharaoh, do me a favor and wake Ryou up." Bakura called after him. "I promised him I would as soon as they arrived." Yami nodded his head at him before disappearing behind the door. Bakura sighed, and went to follow after him, when a hand clamped itself on his shoulder.
"Bakura-."
"You're not forgiven just yet Marik Ishtar." Bakura growled, ripping his shoulder away from the other dark roughly before heading back into the house. He was stopped once again, when Marik wrapped his arms around Bakura, pinning him in place.
"Bakura, just listen to me."
"You let me go this instant Marik." Bakura threatened, struggling to worm his way out of Marik's grasp. "Marik!"
"Bakura, I'm sorry I didn't follow you like you said." Marik apologized, leaning his head on Bakura's shoulder. "But Malik was really uncomfortable about coming, he almost cried." Bakura stopped his movements, staring at the ground intensely. "He felt really guilty about it though, after you called. He was frightened too." Bakura lifted his head up sharply.
"Why was he frightened?" He asked. Marik snorted.
"Who wouldn't be after you yelled and cursed at him?"
"He answered the phone?" Bakura paled. "I thought it was you!"
"Iie, it was him. And you scared him. And then he began feeling really ashamed for not going with you and Ryou." Bakura remained silent, remorseful that he had scared the young light. "I talked him into coming here."
"I didn't mean to scare him." Bakura went limp in Marik's arms. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay Kura." Marik assured, burying his face in Bakura's hair. "He still just feels apprehensive around everyone."
"And with good reason." Bakura snarled. "I don't think the one called Honda has forgiven him yet."
"If he says anything cruel to my hikari..." Marik growled threateningly, then he blinked, and looked down at the thief in his arms. "Does this mean you're not mad at me anymore?" Bakura looked up at Marik then shook his head, grinning.
"No, I'm not upset with you anymore."
"Good." Marik smirked, and pulled Bakura up into a passionate kiss, forcing his tongue past Bakura's lips and into his mouth. Bakura kissed back just as hard, battling against Marik for dominance, but failed miserably from having been caught off guard. Marik pulled back, licking his lips and grinning at Bakura's flushed face.
"What was that for?" Bakura panted, resting his head on Marik's chest.
"For you being so beautiful." Marik answered, smiling. He looked through the Game Store's window, and then let out a small laugh.
"Nani?" Bakura grumbled, pulling himself out of Marik's embrace.
"It seems as if we are being watched." Marik snickered.
"Really?" Bakura smirked back, looking at the window. Sure enough, Ryou and Malik stood there, Yami standing behind him, all three staring out at them curiously.
"Let's get some shut eye, ne?" Marik suggested, stretching and walking up the driveway to the front door of the house. Bakura followed behind him, and the two entered the house, meeting up with their hikaris and Yami Yugi. They all traveled to the living room, ready to get some sleep.
Yami slipped into the sleeping bag with Yugi, who curled up at his side contentedly, purring quietly. Ryou and Malik snuggled together on the chair Bakura and Ryou had sat on earlier, and Marik and Bakura took the floor in front of the chair, resting against one another comfortably.
"Oyasumi." Ryou mumbled. "Aishiteru." There were echoes of the same words, before the four fell into a fitful sleep.
***
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Once again, thank you reviewers! You've all been so kind a patient with me! *bows* Ryou and Bakura gives you all kissies! ^_^
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Chapter 5
"Iie. Absolutely not."
"Aw come on Malik! It'll be fun!"
"No chance in hell."
"Ryou! Make him change his mind." Bakura whined, gazing at his hikari with pleading eyes. Ryou looked at Bakura hesitantly, before staring at the ground.
"Gomen Bakura-sama, but I agree with Malik-kun."
"Why not?" Marik sulked angrily. They were parked outside of a nightclub for guys, and Malik and Ryou were absolutely refusing to go inside.
"Because..." Ryou wrinkled his nose adorably. "It's a nightclub! We're probably not even old enough to enter!"
"I can change that though." Marik smirked insanely, holding up his Millenium Rod.
"Onegai?" Bakura practically begged his hikari. "For me?" Ryou flinched, he didn't want his yami to be upset with him, but; he looked at the club. He really didn't feel safe going to a place like that. Plus, he was also worried about Bakura and Marik both getting drunk. He didn't want them to hurt him and Malik again. The other blond haired hikari was thinking almost the same thing.
"We'll go on one condition." Malik said, shifting his weight uneasily. Both yamis nodded at him, eager to agree to anything as long as they could all go inside. Malik stared up at the two seriously. "You can't have too many drinks, okay?"
Bakura's face fell with realization, and quickly became a look full of shame. He pulled Ryou to him comfortingly, petting the other's hair gently.
"We promise we won't drink a lot." He murmured, kissing Ryou's head lightly. "Now, let's go inside."
Ryou and Malik nodded their heads uncertainly, still uneasy about going in, but followed their respective yamis anyways. They entered without much trouble (thanks to Marik) and were immediately blasted with the sound of loud dancing music and blinded by the bright lights. Bakura and Ryou separated from Malik and Marik, heading over to the couch area in the corner while Marik dragged his hikari across the dancing floor and over to the bar.
"It's so loud!" Malik shouted, covering his ears as he followed Marik, trying to squeeze in between the mass of dancing men.
"You'll get used to it!" Marik hollered back, ordering himself and Malik a beer upon arriving at their destination. Receiving the two drinks, he threw one to his light before popping his own open and taking a big swig out of it.
"You promised you wouldn't drink a lot, remember?" Malik said warily, sipping at his beer lightly. Marik winced, feeling guilt-ridden.
"I know. I promise." He leaned over and gave Malik a soft kiss on his cheek. Malik blushed and turned his head away, staring at the people dancing on the floor and listening to the music coming from the speakers.
***Over to Ryou and Bakura***
"Why are we over here Bakura-sama?" Ryou asked innocently, staring up at his yami with his beautiful chocolate brown eyes. Bakura smiled and tenderly pulled Ryou onto his lap once he sat on one of the couches in the secluded part of the club. He nuzzled his head against Ryou's neck before planting light kisses on the pale flesh. Ryou blushed heavily and couldn't help but give out a soft whimper at his yami's ministrations.
"I love you Ryou, you know that, right?" Bakura spoke softly, burying his face into Ryou's silvery mane.
"Hai, I know." Ryou said, confused at to what Bakura was trying to get at.
"And you know how sorry I am about what happened that night, right?" Ryou winced, hearing the pain laced into Bakura's voice.
"Hai."
. . .
"Can I kiss you?"
Ryou looked up, startled at his yami's question. He'd never asked Ryou's permission before. He nodded his head shyly, his face a light pinkish color. Bakura smiled and gently turned Ryou's face towards him before bending down and brushing his lips against his hikari's. He let out a quiet moan, and kissed him more passionately this time, plunging his tongue into the other's mouth.
Ryou moaned into the kiss, grasping on to Bakura's shirt as the other gently lowered him to the soft cushions. He broke off from the kiss, panting for air, and stared up at Bakura in awe. Bakura smirked and rubbed their noses together lovingly.
"Arigatou." He whispered into Ryou's ear. He rested his head on his light's shoulder, and sighed. Below him, Ryou smiled brightly and snuggled underneath his dark, content. They rested like that, against each other relaxingly, for what seemed like hours before Bakura reluctantly got up. "You want something to drink?" He asked his other who yawned cutely and nodded. "Okay, I'll go get us something. You stay here, okay?" Ryou nodded once again and watched as Bakura got up, and crossed over to the bar.
\\Is water alright?\\ Bakura asked through their link, startling Ryou and making him jump up in surprise.
\Hai. Water is fine.\ He sat there, patiently waiting for his yami to return, when he suddenly felt someone sitting down next to him on the couch.
"Hey beautiful." A voice purred. "Remember me?" Ryou looked over, and blushed seeing the same guy that was at the carnival the day before, the one passing out the corndogs.
"Ano.. Hello?" Ryou squeaked out, slowly backing away from the man.
"What are you backing away for?" The guy grinned, scooting closer to Ryou as the other backed away to the corner of the sofa. "I just wanted to know if you would dance with me."
"S-Sorry. But I'm here with someone else." Ryou stuttered, becoming uncomfortable as the man bent down to him closer.
"Really? Well that's a real shame. Where is that lucky person?"
"U-uh, he-he's.." He paused, hearing someone clear their throat loudly. He peeked over the man's shoulder cautiously. "Bakura-sama!" He breathed, thankful that he showed up just in time.
"Just who do you think you are trying to get your filthy paws on MY hikari!?" Bakura snarled, eyes flashing angrily. He was holding two glasses full of water and you could see the ice cubes trembling as he tried to control his rage. He stared down at the man hovering over Ryou threateningly.
"Errr.." The now wide-eyed man stuttered. He glanced down at Ryou one more time before jumping back quickly. "I'll just be leaving now.." He said hesitantly before bolting away and out into the groups of bodies on the dance floor.
Bakura growled, still furious, and was about to follow after him, but was stopped when Ryou gently tugged on his shirt. He looked down and his anger immediately diminished at seeing his hikari's innocent and pleading gaze.
"Sit here with me?" Ryou pleaded shyly. Bakura hesitated. He wanted to go rip the head off of the guy who hit on his hikari, but he also didn't want to upset Ryou. Warring with himself for a few moments, he finally sighed and plopped down next to his light.
"Arigatou." Ryou smiled. Bakura handed Ryou his cup wordlessly, and sipped on his own, watching the various men dance wildly on the floor. His eyes traveled to a particular couple, and he gasped in shock spitting out his water. Ryou peered at him questionably, concern shining in his brown depths. Bakura grinned.
"Check out who's dancing." He said, pointing out on the floor. Ryou followed his gaze and gasped upon seeing Malik and Marik dancing with each other wildly. "Want to go join them?"
"Ano.." Ryou stuttered, blushing and shifting uncomfortably.
"Daijoubu." Bakura kissed Ryou's nose, sensing his light's hesitance. "Stay right here." Bakura stood up and walked out onto the floor towards Marik and Malik. He tapped the blond-haired yami on his shoulder and whispered into his ear. Marik nodded his head and bent down to kiss Malik on the lips before sending him over to Ryou.
"Hey Ryou-koi." Malik smiled, plopping down next to Ryou and giving him a small kiss on the cheek. Ryou blushed at the nickname and looked at Malik curiously.
"Why aren't you dancing?"
"They said they wanted to put on a show for us." Malik shrugged, and turned towards the crowd, his jaw dropping immediately at what he saw. Ryou turned and looked as well, having almost the same reaction Malik had.
Marik and Bakura were dancing together erotically, grinding and rubbing against each other to the beat. Eyes shut and heads thrown back as they continued their almost violent dance moves, Marik leaned down to kiss Bakura harshly, his teeth biting into the other yami's lip. Bakura wrapped one of his legs around Marik's hip, panting with his eyes half lidded and moaned loudly.
Ryou shuddered, his breathing quickening and eyes glazed over as he watched the two yamis out on the floor. Next to him, he felt Malik tense up as well, and could here the others rapidly increasing breaths.
"Oh Ra.." Malik whispered. "It- ..They-... They're-."
"I know." Ryou said, his voice just as quiet as Malik's. They continued to watch their darks, enraptured by the way the two moved to the music and how absolutely sexy they looked. Finally, the song ended, and Marik and Bakura made their way back to the two lights.
"Enjoy the show?" Marik asked, smirking widely at the two's flushed and dazed out looks.
"Y-Yeah." Malik stammered, licking his dry lips. "It was great." Marik grinned approvingly and looked around their surroundings, his grin growing wider once he recognized this area of the club.
"Hey, Kura-chan,"
"Don't call me that."
"...Kuuurraaaa-chaaaaaan..."
"Marik." Bakura growled warningly, his left eye twitching.
"Do you know where we are?"
"Yes, baka, I know where we are. We're at a nightclub."
"No, I mean what part of the club we're in." Bakura looked around, and then frowned at the other yami.
"Yes. I know what part we're in." Bakura crossed his arms, staring at the other with a raised eyebrow. "And the answer is no, we are not going to make out." He added after seeing Marik about to open his mouth. The psychopathic dark pouted in disappointment.
Malik and Ryou just stared at their darks curiously, but opting not to ask what exactly they were talking about. Ryou suddenly yawned, blinking blearily, and leaned his head against Malik's shoulder. Seeing Ryou's tired expression made Bakura's face soften, and he smiled warmly down at his aibou. Signaling to Marik, Bakura pulled his hikari up so the other leaned against him.
"I think it's time to leave." Bakura said amusedly as Ryou yawned again and nodded tiredly. Malik stood up and followed them out of the club, sighing as his yami ordered one more quick drink at the bar.
"Are we going home now?" Malik asked, blinking up at the two darks. Marik nodded his head as Bakura shook his instead. Marik raised an eyebrow inquisitively at Bakura.
"We're going over to Yugi's now." Bakura said casually, mounting his bike and pulling Ryou up with him.
"What?" Malik cried out, clearly upset. "But I thought.." Marik frowned as well.
"Bakura-sama.." Ryou pleaded. "Can't we just go home? Malik and Marik- sama.." Bakura shook his head firmly.
"We're going. For Ra's sake, it's only for a night!" Malik flinched and lowered his head. Bakura's face softened. "Malik, come on, just one night?" Malik sighed and nodded, still a little upset that he was being forced to attend the sleepover. "Okay then, let's go." He muttered, and climbed up on the bike after his yami.
"We'll meet you there!" Bakura shouted, waving at the two blonds before speeding off on his motorcycle, Ryou clutching onto him tightly. Malik waved back, a fake smile plastered on his face. He really, really, really didn't want to go over to Yugi's. Being around him and the rest of the gang always him feel guilty and awkward, knowing that before he had tried to kill everyone and take over the world as pharaoh. He sighed, all of a sudden depressed.
"I won't take you there if you really don't want to go." Marik said quietly, startling Malik who stared up at him in shock.
"Demo, Bakura said.."
"Who cares about what Bakura said?" Marik smirked, revving up his motorcycle. "I can tell you really don't feel comfortable going, so, we'll just go back to Ryou's instead." Malik smiled brightly and hugged his yami from behind, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.
"Arigatou." He whispered, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead against his yami's back, a small smile lingering on his face as Marik sped back to the Bakura household.
***
Malik hopped off of the bike once they pulled up the driveway, yawning loudly and stretching his arms over his head. He glanced over to his yami, who was currently picking the lock to the front door.
"Ano, Marik?" Malik said, staring at his yami oddly. "I have a key."
"Oh well." Marik shrugged, finishing with the lock and slamming the door open. He marched inside, Malik following after him, and plopped down on the living room sofa. "How long do you think it will take Bakura to figure out we're not showing up?" Marik snickered, beckoning his hikari over with his hands.
"I don't know." Malik murmured, blushing as his yami pulled him down to lie across his chest. "But he's going to be really mad at us." Malik bit his lip worriedly. Seeing the slight frown on Malik's face, Marik began to pet the other's hair gently in attempt to calm the teen down.
"He'll get over it."
"Demo.."
"Don't worry about it Malik." Marik kissed the top of Malik's head lovingly. "If you're still concerned, we could always just ride over there." Malik's form went rigid on top of him, and he shook his head against Marik's chest.
"I don't like hanging around them."
"Why?"
"I don't know." Malik squirmed uncomfortably. "I just feel that, that it's wrong for me to hang out with them, after all I've done. And, and I know that Jou and Honda and a few of the others still hate me."
"They don't hate you Malik.." Marik said reassuringly, trying to quell Malik's uneasiness.
"Yes they do," Malik's fists clenched onto his yami's shirt, trying hard not to let the other know that he had tears in his eyes, "I know they do." He finished quietly, trembling in Marik's grasp. Marik held his hikari tightly, frowning when he felt the other shiver in his arms.
"Yugi doesn't hate you." He said softly. "And the others, they don't hate you either, it's just that they're not used to you yet." He rubbed Malik's back comfortingly. "I'm sure that if you hang out with them more, they'll get to know you better."
"But it's still wrong."
"Nan desu ka?" Marik asked, confused. Malik closed his eyes and snuggled into Marik's chest, seeking comfort from him.
"It's wrong for me to try to be friends with them. I'm tainted, and evil, and everyone I get close to ends up getting hurt. I don't deserve their friendship. That's why it's just, it's just wrong. I don't want to hurt them like I did to my sister."
"Malik.." Marik said sadly, tightening his hold on his aibou.
"I shouldn't be with you, Ryou, and Bakura either." Malik sniffled, tears leaking out of his sad violet-colored eyes. "I don't want to hurt you too."
"Malik, the only way you could hurt us, would be by leaving us." Marik said sternly, troubled by what his hikari was saying. "We love you, never forget that." Malik smiled sleepily and nodded, eyes drooping shut.
"I love you too." He whispered, before slipping off into a troubled sleep, safely wrapped around in his yami's embrace. Marik smiled at him tenderly, giving him one more light kiss before falling asleep himself.
***
Meanwhile, Bakura was just pulling up to Yugi's house, dismounting his bike, pulling Ryou off with him, and marching up to the front door with Ryou's arms still latched around his waist. He rang the doorbell repetitively, smirking to himself.
"I bet that annoyed the hell out of that damn pharaoh.." He muttered, trying to pry Ryou's arms off of him. "Ryou-chan, we're here." Ryou perked up instantly, releasing his grip on Bakura's waist and looking around himself.
"Shouldn't Marik-sama and Malik be here already?" He wondered, looking down the street. Bakura's reply was cut off when the door suddenly swung open, scaring the heck the poor light.
"Ryou?" Yugi blinked, opening the door all the way and beckoning the two to come in. "I thought you weren't coming." Ryou smiled sheepishly.
"I'm terribly sorry if I'm imposing on anything, but we had a change of plans." Yugi giggled at his friend, shaking his head.
"You aren't interrupting us at all! We're glad you could make it!"
"Nice to see you too, Shrimp." Bakura muttered, crossing his arms, a bit peeved the young hikari didn't seem to notice him. Yugi laughed nervously.
"Hello Bakura. Ano, make yourself comfortable. Are you both sleeping over?" Ryou looked at his yami questionably.
"Hai. We're sleeping over." Bakura said, then turned to face outside. "Those two better show up here soon.." He mumbled. Yugi blinked at him curiously. Ryou sighed.
"Malik and Marik-sama were going to stay too, is that okay?"
"Of course it's okay!" Yugi smiled brightly.
"No it's not." The three turned around to face Honda standing in the doorway to the living room, a frown on his face. "I don't want those two psychopathic idiots over here."
"Honda!" Yugi frowned, aghast at his friend's words. Ryou's face fell and he looked away from Honda, staring at the wall instead. He could feel Bakura tense behind him, and began to worry about his friend's safety.
"If you don't want them over, then obviously you wouldn't want me over as well." Bakura growled, glaring heatedly at the brunette. Honda just stared right back.
"That's exactly right. We don't want any more trouble from you three! So why don't you just get your ass out of here?" Before Honda new what hit him, Bakura had him pinned up against the wall, snarling.
"Don't you ever speak to me like that again." He bristled. "Do you understand?!"
"Bakura-sama!" Ryou pleaded desperately. He was too afraid to go over and stop his dark from hurting Honda, and bit his lip with worry. At the commotion, Yami and the rest of the gang ran into the room. Yami's face darkened when he saw what Bakura was doing, and immediately stomped over to him, wrenching him off of Honda and throwing him to the ground. He was about to continue to beat the hell out of the other dark when Yugi suddenly ran up to him.
"Stop it! It wasn't Bakura's fault!"
"Aibou?" Yami asked quizzically, lowering his fist. Ryou cried out and ran to his yami, helping him up to his feet, and clenching to him tightly.
"I think we should leave." Ryou said, his lip quivering as he looked at Honda and Yami.
"Iie." Bakura said, glowering at Honda. "We're staying. I'm not going to let a lowly mortal like that upset me."
"What happened exactly?" Yami Yugi demanded, staring at his light sternly. Yugi sighed and explained what happened. When he was done, Yami turned to Honda. "That was unacceptable Honda."
"Nan desu ka? You actually want the insane bastard here?!" Bakura snarled again and Ryou tightened his hold on him.
"Honda," Yami said, "If you can't get along with him, then you'll have to leave." Honda gawked at him, then scowled, nodding his head, muttering that he would try. Yami turned to face the two white haired pair, and smiled warmly.
"It's nice to see you Ryou, Tomb Robber." He nodded his head towards them welcomingly. "We were just settling down to watch a movie, make yourselves comfortable." Bakura nodded his head and went to follow them to the living room when Ryou tugged on his sleeve.
"Malik and Marik-sama still aren't here." Ryou bit his lip, worry shining brightly in his eyes. Bakura cursed loudly, catching the attention of Yami.
"I'd appreciate it if you kept your swearing to yourself, especially around my aibou." Yami frowned. "What's the problem?"
"If Marik did what I think he's done, he's going to be in so much pain when I get home." Bakura growled, shaking angrily. Ryou peered up at him, tugging once again at his sleeve.
"Bakura-sama?"
"Give me your phone Pharaoh."
***
Marik jumped awake when he heard the phone ring, in turn startling Malik who woke up as well. Malik groaned and reached across to the portable phone that sat on the coffee table.
"Moshi moshi." He murmured sleepily, trying his hardest not to yawn. He yelped when someone shouted over the other line, rapid curses following afterwards. Malik pulled the phone away from his ear and handed it to Marik, his face pale and his hands shaking. Marik scowled and listened to the shouting that was undoubtedly Bakura. Shaking his head in annoyance, he hung up, throwing the phone on the floor and pulling Malik back down to rest on him. "Marik..." Malik started.
"Daijoubu," Marik yawned. "He'll cool down eventually."
***
"The asshole hung up on me!" Bakura raged, slamming the phone down. "He's dead when I get my hands on him!"
"Bakura-sama, please don't be upset." Ryou pleaded, standing next to his yami in Yugi's kitchen. "I'm actually glad they went home, they really didn't want to come after all."
"That isn't the point." Bakura said, his voice softening as he wrapped an arm around Ryou. "Let's go watch that movie." They walked back into the living room, gaining everyone's attention because Bakura's arm was still around Ryou's waist. He sat down on one of the cushion chairs and pulled Ryou down to it on his lap.
"What kind of movie are we watching?" Ryou asked; seemingly unaware of all the stares directed towards him and his yami. Jou blinked oddly, then gave a classic crooked smile.
"We're watchin' a horror movie." He said, grinning. Ryou groaned and slapped a hand on his forehead.
"Not another one.." He muttered, while Bakura snickered behind him.
"What's it called?" He asked. He had been itching to see another gruesome horror movie ever since watching Resident Evil a few days back.
"Urban Legends." Yugi answered, popping the movie in and sitting back on Yami's lap. "I've heard it's super scary."
Ryou whined and snuggled further into his dark's embrace. Bakura smirked when they received more stares, and leaned over to kiss Ryou's cheek, who blushed at the attention. He then turned to the screen as the movie began to play, not being able to hide the sadistic grin that appeared on his face.
***
At the end of the movie, the two hikaris in the room were snuggled deep into their respective dark's arms, shaking considerably with eyes open wide. Joey had latched on to Seto's arm in the middle of the movie, refusing to let go, and Honda and Otogi were hugging the life out of each other. Mai and Anzu had both fallen asleep after the first fifteen minutes, and remained that way throughout the entire movie.
"I-I'm going to h-have nightmares f-for the rest of m-my life!" Yugi whimpered.
"Me t-too." Ryou agreed, trembling in Bakura's arms. His yami currently wore a satisfied smirk on his face from enjoying the movie, and was now petting Ryou's head gently.
"It was just a movie aibou." Yami said, trying to comfort Yugi.
"It was still scary!" He practically squeaked out, burying his face in the crook of Yami's neck.
"Bakura-sama?" Ryou asked quietly, tilting his head to look up at his dark. "Can we call Malik and Marik-sama?" Bakura blinked.
"They're probably sleeping." He said, looking at the clock. "Why do you want to call them?" Ryou blushed, avoiding his yami's eyes.
"Just to make sure they're safe." Bakura smiled in understanding, and nodded.
"Hey Pharaoh! We're going to borrow your phone again."
"Just use my cell." Mai yawned, just waking up. She tossed her phone to Bakura who immediately dialed their home number.
"Moshi moshi?" A sleepy voice answered.
"Marik? It's Bakura."
"What do you want, it's four in the morning!" Marik grumbled on the other line.
"I wouldn't talk to me like that, if I were you." Bakura warned. "Ryou wanted to check up on you, though I don't know why, since you dumped us coming over here."
"Bakura-."
"Save it." Bakura snapped. "Ryou wants to talk to you now." Bakura handed the phone to his hikari who smiled in thanks.
"Marik-sama?" Ryou asked timidly.
"Hai Ryou. Listen, Malik and I are really sorry-."
"Iie. Daijoubu!" Ryou laughed lightly. "Don't worry about it. Is Malik- kun okay?"
"Hai, he's sleeping now."
"Okay," Ryou smiled. "I love you. Will you tell that to Malik too? When he wakes up?"
Once Ryou said that, he gained the attention of almost everyone in the room. Honda was gawking open-mouthed at the two, shock clearly written on his face. When Bakura saw this, he just smirked and gave him the middle finger without his light knowing, before he continued to eavesdrop on the conversation.
"Of course I will." Marik smiled on the other end. "Aishiteru. Tell Bakura I love him too, alright?"
"Hai! Ja ne Marik-sama! Oyasumi nasai!"
"Oyasumi Ryou-chan." Ryou hung up the phone and turned to his yami.
"Marik-sama said-mmph!" Bakura cut him off with a chaste kiss, pulling back and gently brushing a stray strand of hair out of Ryou's eyes.
"I heard." Ryou blushed at the kiss, and then snuggled into his dark's comforting embrace, yawning lightly. Hearing a cough, he blinked, and looked at his friends, just then noticing their stares. His face once again flushed darkly.
"Ryou, tell me you aren't together with those freaks." Honda said disgustedly, staring at Ryou with distaste. Ryou flinched at the harsh words, and felt his yami tense up once again with anger. But just before Bakura could say anything, Yami interrupted, surprising everyone in the room.
"Honda, get out."
"What?" Honda said disbelievingly. "Are you serious?"
"Yes. I am." Yami glared. "You have no right to speak so unkindly to Ryou. If he chooses to be with them, then so be it. It is his choice, not yours." Honda immediately looked guilty.
"Gomen Ryou." He bowed his head shamefully.
"I believe you owe the Tomb Robber an apology as well." Yami said sternly. He crossed his arms when Honda looked at him in disbelief. Honda grumbled, then turned to Bakura, mumbling a quick apology. The white- haired yami just snorted in response, not immediately forgiving his light's so called friend. An uncomfortable silence then fell across the room.
"Can I have my cell phone back?" Mai asked, breaking the silence.
"Oh, yes of course." Ryou mumbled embarrassedly, tossing the cell back to Mai. Everyone was startled when they suddenly heard a shrill ring. Mai blinked, and looked next to her, seeing Yugi's phone, she picked it up, then answered.
"Hello?" She looked at Bakura. "Yeah, he's here, hold on a minute." She tossed the phone back to the curious yami.
"Who's this?" He growled rudely, receiving a disapproving look from Ryou.
"..."
"Hello?"
"Bakura?" A hesitant voice asked.
"Malik?" Bakura blinked. "What is it? Is something wrong?"
"Iie." He went quiet.
"Malik?" Bakura frowned, beginning to grow a little worried. Next to him, Ryou was growing anxious as well, asking him what was wrong. Bakura heard a sniffle on the other line.
"Are you mad at me Bakura?"
"Mad at you? For what?"
"Not coming with you and Ryou.."
"No Malik, I'm not mad at you at all." Bakura comforted reassuringly.
"Are you sure?" Malik whimpered. He sounded really upset.
"I'm positive." Bakura promised. "Are you sure you're okay? Where's Marik?"
"He's taking a shower. Bakura, I, I miss you, and Ryou." Bakura's eyes softened at the tone of Malik's voice. "And I, I feel really guilty about not coming."
"We're only over at Yugi's house. We'll be back before you know it." Bakura soothed. "And you have no reason to feel guilty."
"I know." Malik sniffled again. "I'm sorry I'm sounding so childish."
"Daijoubu." Bakura thought for a moment. "Do you want us to come home?"
"No, I don't want to do that to Ryou. I just," He paused. "I... Never mind." He finished lamely. Bakura was about to say something else when he heard another voice on the opposite side of the phone talking to Malik.
"Hello?" A new voice came on.
"Marik?" Bakura said, annoyed. "Where's Malik?"
"He's right here. Listen, do you mind if we come over there?" Bakura glanced over to Honda, staring at him distrustfully.
"I don't know.."
"He really misses you Kura, and Ryou too." Bakura sighed.
"Alright. I'll be waiting for you."
"Great! See you Kura." Marik hung up. Bakura tossed the phone back to Mai, and then pulled Ryou close to him, leaning back against the cushion chair.
"Marik and Malik are on their way here. Is that a problem?" Bakura looked at Yami and Yugi.
"Iie! No problem at all!" Yugi chirped. Yami turned to look at Honda, silently warning him not to be offensive in any way. Honda gulped, then forced a smile at the Game King's glare.
"I thought Malik didn't want to come?" Ryou asked innocently. He looked up at Bakura, curious.
"He changed his mind." Bakura shrugged. "Anyhow, why doesn't everyone get to sleep? I'll wait for them to show up." Yugi suddenly let out a big yawn, smiling sheepishly when everyone looked at him.
"I agree. Let's call it a night." He slipped into his already set out sleeping bag, everyone else following his example, and closed his eyes.
"Bakura-sama?" Ryou whispered. "Can I stay up with you to wait for Malik and Marik-sama?" Bakura looked down at his hikari, and smiled.
"You're exhausted Ryou-chan. I think you should get some sleep, okay?"
"Demo..." Ryou frowned. Bakura leaned down and gave him a light peck on his cheek, and slipped out from underneath him. He grabbed some blankets that were sitting next to the chair, and pulled them up over his light.
"Don't worry about it." He rolled his eyes, seeing the look on Ryou's face. "Okay, how about if I wake you up when they get here? Is that alright?"
"Hai. Arigatou." Ryou smiled, snuggling into the warm covers. "Aishiteru."
"I love you too Ryou-chan." Bakura murmured, standing up and walking quietly out of the room to the front door. He looked out the side window, patiently waiting for the two blonds to show up. He turned around abruptly when he heard footsteps behind him. "What do you want, Pharaoh?" Yami stopped next to the other dark, looking down the street that Bakura was just looking at.
"So," He started, "You, and your hikari are together?"
"Yes." Bakura nodded.
"And with Marik and Malik?"
"Hai."
"I must admit, I didn't see that coming." Yami admitted. "You being his abuser and such." Next to him, Bakura stiffened.
"I don't hurt him anymore Pharaoh!" He snapped harshly, trying to keep his voice low so as not to wake the others in the other room. He looked back out the window. "And I regret ever having done in the first place."
"I understand." Yami nodded. "And what of Marik and Malik? Did he realize his errors as well?"
"Yes, he has." Bakura once again barked back. They were silent for a while.
"What made you change? If I may ask." Yami questioned. Bakura remained silent, choosing not to answer at the moment. The two were startled out of their conversation when they heard the roaring of a motorcycle pull into the front driveway. Bakura opened the door and walked composedly outside, Yami following behind him.
The two riders jumped off the bike, one wearing a helmet, the other without one. The figure wearing the protective headpiece, took it off, revealing his light blond hair and lavender colored eyes. Upon seeing Bakura, he raced over to him, jumping into the other's arms gleefully. Bakura smiled and swung Malik around before hugging him tightly.
"Bakura, I'm sorry that I didn't come with you and Ryou." Malik apologized, looking at the ground with a shameful look on his face. Bakura kissed Malik's forehead lovingly.
"No need to apologize koibito, I'm not angry." He said. Malik blushed, and then smiled brightly.
"I'll take him to where the others are sleeping." Yami spoke up, startling Malik who looked over at him nervously. Yami raised an eyebrow at him. "Is something wrong?"
"Iie Yami-san. Nothing is wrong." Malik lowered his head and slipped out of Bakura's arms. All three yamis blinked at Malik, never knowing him to sound so compliant. Marik sighed fretfully, knowing why his light was acting that way.
"Very well then, come on." Yami beckoned Malik to follow him as he entered the house.
"Pharaoh, do me a favor and wake Ryou up." Bakura called after him. "I promised him I would as soon as they arrived." Yami nodded his head at him before disappearing behind the door. Bakura sighed, and went to follow after him, when a hand clamped itself on his shoulder.
"Bakura-."
"You're not forgiven just yet Marik Ishtar." Bakura growled, ripping his shoulder away from the other dark roughly before heading back into the house. He was stopped once again, when Marik wrapped his arms around Bakura, pinning him in place.
"Bakura, just listen to me."
"You let me go this instant Marik." Bakura threatened, struggling to worm his way out of Marik's grasp. "Marik!"
"Bakura, I'm sorry I didn't follow you like you said." Marik apologized, leaning his head on Bakura's shoulder. "But Malik was really uncomfortable about coming, he almost cried." Bakura stopped his movements, staring at the ground intensely. "He felt really guilty about it though, after you called. He was frightened too." Bakura lifted his head up sharply.
"Why was he frightened?" He asked. Marik snorted.
"Who wouldn't be after you yelled and cursed at him?"
"He answered the phone?" Bakura paled. "I thought it was you!"
"Iie, it was him. And you scared him. And then he began feeling really ashamed for not going with you and Ryou." Bakura remained silent, remorseful that he had scared the young light. "I talked him into coming here."
"I didn't mean to scare him." Bakura went limp in Marik's arms. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay Kura." Marik assured, burying his face in Bakura's hair. "He still just feels apprehensive around everyone."
"And with good reason." Bakura snarled. "I don't think the one called Honda has forgiven him yet."
"If he says anything cruel to my hikari..." Marik growled threateningly, then he blinked, and looked down at the thief in his arms. "Does this mean you're not mad at me anymore?" Bakura looked up at Marik then shook his head, grinning.
"No, I'm not upset with you anymore."
"Good." Marik smirked, and pulled Bakura up into a passionate kiss, forcing his tongue past Bakura's lips and into his mouth. Bakura kissed back just as hard, battling against Marik for dominance, but failed miserably from having been caught off guard. Marik pulled back, licking his lips and grinning at Bakura's flushed face.
"What was that for?" Bakura panted, resting his head on Marik's chest.
"For you being so beautiful." Marik answered, smiling. He looked through the Game Store's window, and then let out a small laugh.
"Nani?" Bakura grumbled, pulling himself out of Marik's embrace.
"It seems as if we are being watched." Marik snickered.
"Really?" Bakura smirked back, looking at the window. Sure enough, Ryou and Malik stood there, Yami standing behind him, all three staring out at them curiously.
"Let's get some shut eye, ne?" Marik suggested, stretching and walking up the driveway to the front door of the house. Bakura followed behind him, and the two entered the house, meeting up with their hikaris and Yami Yugi. They all traveled to the living room, ready to get some sleep.
Yami slipped into the sleeping bag with Yugi, who curled up at his side contentedly, purring quietly. Ryou and Malik snuggled together on the chair Bakura and Ryou had sat on earlier, and Marik and Bakura took the floor in front of the chair, resting against one another comfortably.
"Oyasumi." Ryou mumbled. "Aishiteru." There were echoes of the same words, before the four fell into a fitful sleep.
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Chibi B: And that's it! Sorry it wasn't longer..But I sort of have a block on this fic.. PLEASE help me form a plot or something...^^;
Taski: You suck.
Chibi B: -_- I know. Okay, I promise I'll try to get my next chapters up sooner. Thanks!
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