Chibi B: Helloooooo! Yes, I am back with another chapter, and, so soon! ::gasp:: Surprising, ne? This one sorta just poured out after I finished chapter 7, it was awesome! And yes, I'm going to try to finish this one more than ToCN right now...mainly because I want to finish it so I can focus more on ToCN. I also have to work on PA too, even though I'd just love to drop that fic...::sigh:: But I shall not give up!
Taski: Still memoryless..but trying to make these sorry excuses for fics better..
Chibi B: Yay! Er, or not...::rememebers Taski's insults:: Ah, well, can't be helped.
A special note to The Chaotic Ones: I loved your idea! And I might have to borrow it, if it would be okay with you, of course. Gives me good ideas!
Disclaimer: No own Yu-Gi-Oh! Wish I did...
A soft groan pierced the silence in the room, and a pair of sleepy lavender colored eyes blinked open dazedly. He frowned, confused, and tried to move but found that a pair of arms wound around his waist prevented him from leaving his spot. He blinked, and lifted his head up, seeing his yami's peacefully sleeping face. Malik smiled sadly, tears coming to his eyes as he recalled Honda's harsh words. It was all true. He was a horrible, tainted, revolting human being, and he didn't deserve what he had. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying hard not to start crying and buried his head into Marik's chest.
"Malik…"
Malik's head snapped up, and he turned to the side, seeing Bakura staring at him with a relieved expression on his face.
"Thank Ra you're okay!" He breathed, reaching out a hand to brush back Malik's hair, a hurt look passing over his face when the teen flinched away from his touch. "You had us worried sick…"
"Gomen." Malik mumbled mournfully, mentally scolding himself for hurting the only one's he cared about. He didn't deserve them, and this proved it, all he did was cause them pain. He froze when he felt the body under him start to move, and looked up to watch as his yami's eyes fluttered open. When their eyes met, Marik gasped and crushed the teen to his chest.
"Malik! You're alright!" He cried, hugging the surprised hikari tightly. "I was so worried! Don't you ever, EVER do that to me again, do you hear me?" His loud, excited voice woke up Ryou, who moaned before blinking at everyone blearily. Seeing that Malik was awake and well, he smiled brightly.
"Malik-chan!" He squealed in relief, throwing himself on top of the other light, even though he was still situated on Marik's chest. "I'm so happy you're back!"
Malik couldn't believe it. He could practically feel the love for him in the room, and it made his eyes water. He opened his mouth, but could only stutter helplessly, not understanding how they could care for someone like him. "Malik…" Marik murmured, overhearing parts of his hikari's thoughts. "We love you so much, hikari. Without you, we wouldn't know what to do.""He's right." Bakura smiled, ruffling Malik's hair affectionately. "We'd be lost."
"Aishiteru, Malik-chan." Ryou whispered. "You're my best friend, I wouldn't know what to do if something really bad happened to you."
Malik shook his head, sniffling.
"H-Honda said…" He choked, biting back a sob. "He s-said…" But before he could continue, Bakura placed a finger on his lips.
"It doesn't matter what he said. It wasn't true." He took the light's hand and held it close to his heart, smiling. Marik sat up, making sure Malik was still placed in his lap, and buried his face into the other's hair.
"Bakura's right. It was all lies."
"But-" Malik began to protest, only to be silenced by Ryou this time.
"We. Love. You." Ryou whispered, accenting each word and smiling shyly. "Do you love us?"
"Yes! Of course I do!" Malik stumbled, pausing when Ryou interrupted once again.
"Then that's all that matters, ne?" Ryou tilted his head to the side, giggling. Malik shook his head and laughed, pulling the hikari up for a quick kiss, even though tears were still trailing down his face.
"Arigatou…" Malik sniffled. "I'm really sorry I made you worry…"
"Daijoubu, Malik-chan." Bakura smiled fondly.
"Why don't I go downstairs and make us some breakfast?" Ryou asked, stretching. All three nodded their heads eagerly; they loved Ryou's cooking.
"I think it's time for me to take a shower first." Bakura grimaced. "I don't know about you, but I feel filthy from just being in that mall for a few hours." Ryou giggled.
"And I thought I was the neat-freak."
"Hey!" Bakura laughed, reaching over and flicking his hikari's nose. Marik and Malik watched the two in amusement, shaking their heads when Bakura pinned Ryou to the bed and began tickling him.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Marik whispered into his light's ear, causing Malik to shiver involuntarily.
"H-Hai. I'm sorry I scared you…""Don't worry about it." Marik interrupted, pulling Malik closer to his chest. "Just don't do it again."
"Agreed." Malik smiled, and nuzzled against his yami's throat lovingly. They watched as Bakura continued to tickle a helpless Ryou, until the boy was flushed and panting beneath him.
"Alright. Knock it off you two." Marik scolded, reaching a hand out to pull on Bakura's hair.
"Itai!" Bakura yelped, wincing. "Marik, yameru!" Marik released his handful of white hair and watched as Bakura sulked, glaring at him halfheartedly as Ryou regained his breath underneath him.
"You said you wanted to take a shower."
"What? Are you trying to get rid of me?" Bakura teased, standing up and stretching. Marik chuckled.
"Of course I am, you didn't know?"
"Ha ha. Funny." Bakura rolled his eyes and made his way into the bathroom. "Wanna join in?"
"Maybe later." Marik smirked. Bakura shrugged and grinned.
"Suit yourself, it's your loss." He winked before shutting the door to the bathroom. A few minutes later they heard the water turn on. Marik sighed and looked at the two hikaris. Malik squirmed his way out of his yami's lap, and stood up, yawning."Let's head downstairs, okay?" He suggested, and grabbed hold of Ryou's hand, tugging the boy out of the room and down the stairs, Marik began to trail after them, a noticeable smile on his face before he paused at the doorway.
"You two go ahead. I'm going to stay up here and play some tricks on Kura." Marik chuckled deviously, making Ryou and Malik giggle softly.
"Don't be too mean." Malik warned, and kissed his yami's cheek before continuing his way to the kitchen.
Marik smirked widely and turned back towards the bathroom door, licking his lips.
"Oh Kurrrrraaaa…" He whispered evilly, and carefully planned out the rest of his idea.
"You don't think Bakura will be too upset with what Marik plans to do, right?" Ryou asked nervously, pulling out various mixing ingredients. He decided he would make pancakes that morning. Malik glanced at him from his position at the table, shrugging.
"I don't know…You can never tell with those two."
"True…" Ryou sighed, pausing in his ministrations and smiling lovingly at Malik. "It really is good to have you back, Malik."
"I was only out of it for a few hours." Malik mumbled, turning his face away to hide the soft blush that came to his cheeks when Ryou smiled at him like that.
"Well, it felt longer to us." Ryou said quietly, resuming in mixing certain things up in a bowl. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and Ryou scowled, knowing that he was anything but presentable at the moment, considering he was covered in pancake mix. "Malik, could you get that for me?"
"Hai." Malik chirped, making his way over to Ryou's front door. He opened it up, smiling widely, but was unprepared at the person he saw.
"Malik?" A pair of cerulean blue eyes opened drastically at the teen in front of them. "Is it really you?"
"Neesan?" Malik gasped, his own eyes wide in shock. He never expected his sister to show up here. "What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing!" Isis said strictly, narrowing her eyes. "You've been gone for days! I didn't know where you were!" Malik flinched, realizing that he had indeed, forgotten to phone his elder sibling to inform her he'd been spending time here.
"Gomen, Isis." Malik bowed his head apologetically.
"Malik? Who's at the door?" Ryou called, walking out of the kitchen while stirring a bowl, his face covered in batter. "Oh! Isis-san! I wasn't expecting company…"
"It's okay, Ryou." Isis shook her head. "I won't be staying for long, I just came to retrieve my brother."
"Nani?" Malik gaped, his jaw dropping.
"You're coming home with me. You've been here long enough." Isis stated, placing her hands on her hips in a posture that informed him he had little choice in the matter. Malik's shoulders slumped in defeat, and he lowered his head.
"Okay, let me go get-"
"MARIIIIIIK!"
All three of them paused at the shriek coming from upstairs, and became even more confused when thumping noises were heard, and Marik came whizzing past them and behind Ryou, laughing hysterically.
Not far behind was Bakura, stark naked and covered in soap and bubbles, waving a shampoo bottle threateningly at the other yami, cursing in another language.
"What's your problem, Kura? I thought you wanted me to take a shower with you?" Marik giggled innocently, squealing and running behind Malik when Bakura tried to chase and strangle him at the same time.
"You know I was just joking about that!"
Ryou, Malik, and Isis blinked at the childish argument, the two boys letting out long sighs. Isis, however, didn't look too amused.
"What's going on here." She asked calmly. It was only then did Bakura and Marik realize she there in the room with them.
"Oh shit…" Marik muttered, and quickly stopped acting obnoxious. Bakura just blinked oddly at the girl until Marik elbowed him. "Get some clothes on." The yami hissed.
"Clothes?" Bakura looked confused for a moment. "Oh! Yes, clothes…" He used the ring to manifest himself in what he usually wore; a blue striped T-shirt and tight jeans.
"So, did you come here for a reason?" Marik asked his hikari's sister, trying to be as polite as he could.
"Yes, I came here to pick Malik up, and it looks as if I'll be taking you home as well." Isis hissed, glaring heatedly at her brother's yami. She had always hated the spirit, and when she recently found out that it was abusing her only little brother, and there was nothing she could do, it only made her hate him more.
"Home?" Marik frowned. "We don't want to go home, do we Malik?"
"Not really…" Malik muttered, flinching when his sister glared at him.
"Marik, don't try to persuade his decision. You know the only reason he's agreeing with you is because he's scared." Isis warned, still glowering daggers at the dark half. She didn't notice when both Malik and Marik flinched, the older blonde's shoulder's slouching slightly.
"Isis! That's not true!" Malik protested desperately, feeling his other's sorrow through their link. "Marik doesn't hurt me anymore!" Isis blinked.
"Excuse me?"
"He doesn't hurt me anymore." Malik repeated quietly, not meeting his sister's eyes. He walked over to his yami and grabbed on to his hand. "And, I want to stay a bit longer, if that's alright with Ryou and Bakura…" He glanced at the two hesitantly.
"Of course it's okay!" Ryou smiled. "Stay as long as you want, I have no problem with that."
"Neither do I." Bakura smirked, arms crossed and leaning against the doorframe where Ryou was standing.
Isis looked at them in disbelief. It seemed as if the yamis and hikaris were actually getting along together, which was almost impossible for her to think about. But, staring at her brother and his yami, she realized she couldn't deny that Marik seemed to have been acting differently. She mentally slapped herself. It didn't matter, Malik had to come home.
"I'm sorry Malik, but you really must come back with me." Isis said, watching as her sibling's face fell. "Rishid is very worried about you, and you know how he gets."
"Can't you tell him to just call over here or something?" Bakura asked, an annoyed look on his face. "I mean, he's old enough to and everything."
"I really want to stay here, Isis." Malik begged, his eyes wide and trembling."No." Isis shook her head firmly. "Malik Ishtar, I want no arguments from you."
"He's old enough to make his own decisions! He isn't a child anymore!" Marik shouted, glaring back at his hikari's sister steadily. "For Ra's sake, you aren't his mother!" This time it was Isis who flinched, staring at him in shock before she looked down at her feet.
"I suppose you're right." She muttered and Malik watched worriedly.
"Neesan, how about I come home with you today," he ignored the upset looks his lover's were giving him. "And then come back over here later tonight. I have a feeling I'll be staying a while, so it will be a good opportunity to pick up some of my stuff."
"Hn. That might work." Marik mused, shooting a look at Bakura and Ryou. "You okay with that?" Ryou nodded his head eagerly and Bakura rolled his eyes."You don't really need to ask." He snorted, smirking at the two Egyptians. "Just hurry back tonight."
"We will. If it's okay with Isis." Malik trailed off nervously, and pleadingly looked at his elder sister. Isis sighed, and nodded.
"I suppose that could work." She agreed, and all four boys cheered happily, which made Isis smile. "I'm off work today, so that will give us some time to spend together." She looked at Malik when she said this, and the teen smiled brightly. Isis usually always worked, so they didn't really get to see each other that often.
"Alright then, I supposed we should leave now. Don't want to worry that old guy back home." Marik mumbled, using the term 'old guy' to refer to Rishid.
"Marik…" Malik scolded, hands on his hips and scowl plastered on his face. "That isn't very nice." Marik shrugged and grinned.
"Well, I'm not a very nice person, now am I?" He slipped his arm around Malik's waist and led him outside to stand by the teen's sister, missing the guarded look the woman was sending him."Bye you guys!" Ryou ran up and hugged them both tightly. "Have fun!" Bakura came up behind him and did the same thing, which almost made Isis faint from shock. Bakura was actually being polite!
"Ja ne!" Malik waved, following Isis to her car. "You don't mind if Marik leaves his motorcycle here, do you?"
"Not at all!" Bakura called back, waving next to Ryou.
"It's our motorcycle, hikari." Marik corrected, climbing in the backseat with Malik. Isis started the engine and began pulling out of Ryou's driveway, watching the two in her review mirror carefully.
About fifteen minutes into the ride (They lived about a half hour away) Malik had yawned, and with some coaxing from his yami he was now resting his head in Marik's lap, the other running his fingers through Malik's hair gently. Marik watched with a smile on his face as Malik fought to stay awake, his eyes clouded and dazed.
"Go to sleep, hikari." Marik whispered smoothly, and continued stroking Malik's hair until the teen had finally given up on trying to keep his eyes open, falling asleep almost instantly. Marik sighed, forgetting where he was at the moment, and brushed his fingers along Malik's face.
"What are you doing?" Isis asked sharply. Marik shot her a dirty look before putting a finger to his mouth in a shushing motion.
"He's sleeping. Keep your voice down."
"What are you and Bakura up to?" Isis questioned, her voice quieter than before as she glared back at the dark accusingly.
"Nothing." Marik sighed, scowling. Why did everyone always become suspicious when they acted nice. "Is it that hard to believe that we've changed?"
"Yes."
"I see." Marik muttered, rolling his eyes at her blunt statement. "I love Malik, I don't want to hurt him again." He jolted in shock when Isis slammed on her breaks in surprise, making a loud screeching noise and waking up Malik who shot off of Marik's lap and looked around frantically.
"What is it? What's wrong?" He asked hurriedly, looking around to make sure they hadn't been in a car crash or anything.
"Say that again?" Isis asked meekly, turning around to look at Marik, who just frowned at her.
"I love him."
And with those words said, Isis fainted.
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"Now what am I going to do with all this pancake mix." Ryou muttered, now back in the kitchen and looking in despair at the amount he had. He definitely wouldn't be able to eat all that. He glanced at Bakura, who was seated at the table and drumming his fingers on the top in boredom. Ryou realized with a start that this was the first time he and his yami had been alone in their house since they got together with Marik and Malik. And he hated to admit it, but he was becoming slightly anxious.
"You okay, Ryou-chan?" Bakura asked, startling Ryou out of his thoughts. The hikari smiled shakily and nodded.
"Hai, Bakura-sama." He said, then flinched at the disappointed look his yami gave him. "Gomen…"
"Iie, daijoubu." Bakura shook his head. "Just slipped, right?" Ryou nodded."Hai."
"So, what were you thinking about with such a intent look on your face?" Bakura asked, his head resting on the palm of his hand as he leaned on the table. Ryou blushed.
"Well, I was wondering how we were going to eat all these pancakes…"
"Don't worry! I'll be able to eat them all!" Ryou giggled at his other's ecstatic and proud exclamation, thinking about how much of a child the former tomb robber looked just then.
"Alright, I guess I'll start now." Ryou smiled, and turned the stove burner on, preparing the pan for cooking.
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"I can't believe she passed out." Marik muttered sourly, now sitting in the passenger seat of the car, his hikari at the wheel.
"Well, I don't think she took it so well…"
"Really?" Marik asked sarcastically. "What ever made you think that?"
Malik winced, and shifted uncomfortably. Like Ryou, he was thinking about how this was the first time he and his yami had been alone since staying over at the other light's house. And, just like the other, he was a bit nervous.
"Sorry, Malik." Marik apologized, staring at the window forlornly. "I didn't mean to snap."
"Daijoubu." Malik muttered, and tried to give him a small smile. It must have worked because Marik gave him one right back. Within a few more minutes, they pulled into the driveway of their gigantic house. Malik sighed. "Home sweet home…"
Hearing a soft moan, both teens turned around and watched as Isis slowly came to. She blinked blearily and held her head, looking around to figure out where she was.
"What happened?"
"You fainted." Marik said straightforwardly, shrugging his shoulders.
"Why did I-?" Her eyes got wide as she remembered. "You said you loved my brother."
"Yes, and?" Marik raised his eyebrow. "Malik loves me back, so what's the big deal?" Isis turned her eyes on her brother."Is this true?" She asked. Malik blushed and nodded his head shyly.
"It is." He confirmed.
"And with Ryou and Bakura? Are they with you too?"
"Hai."
Isis gaped, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she fainted again. Marik sighed in exasperation.
"That's really annoying."
"Neesan?" Malik poked his sister worriedly. "I don't think she's okay with us…"
"Doesn't matter. Aishiteru." Marik grinned, and kiss Malik's cheek, chuckling when he blushed again.
"I love you too, Marik. Now, can you help me carry her inside?"
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"Mmmm, Wyou! Dese awe da bewst!"
Ryou covered his mouth to try to stifle his giggles as he watched his yami devour mass amounts of pancakes.
"I can't understand you when you talk with your mouth full…" He smiled, and Bakura grinned sheepishly, swallowing quickly.
"I said, 'these are the best'!" He gestured to his breakfast. "You're a great cook."
"Arigatou." Ryou blushed embarrassedly, and fiddled around with his fork. He had only just started one piece, and was already becoming full.
"Ryou…" Ryou's head snapped up to look at Bakura's concerned face. "You really should eat more, hikari." Ryou scowled."I'm just not that hungry now."
"That's what you always say." Bakura sighed, taking a huge gulp of his orange juice. "Just, finish that pancake and I'll be happy."
Ryou grimaced, but nodded his head compliantly. If it would make his yami stop worrying, then he would do it. Reluctantly, he finished his meal, then stood up to do the dishes.
"Here, let me help." Bakura stood next to Ryou at the sink, and helped the teen rinse off the dishes and put them in the dishwasher.
"Thanks." Ryou smiled cutely, and stood next to the counter. "Ano, anything you want to do today?" Bakura frowned, and leaned back next to his hikari.
"I can't really think of anything in particular." Ryou tilted his head back, and sighed. "I miss them already." He smiled, then leaned against his yami, purring when the dark's arms wrapped around his waist. Bakura grinned and nuzzled against Ryou's neck, chuckling when the boy giggled."You're so cute." He murmured, placing chaste kiss on his light's mouth. "What do you say we just cuddle?"
"You want to cuddle?" Ryou gaped. He scowled and put his hand on Bakura's forehead. "Are you feeling alright, Bakura?"
"I'm perfectly fine!" Bakura scowled, pushing Ryou's hand away and pouting. "You don't want to cuddle with me?" Ryou's eyes softened, and practically sparkled with happiness.
"Of course I want to cuddle with you." He said, leaning further into his other half's embrace. Unfortunately, Bakura started to pull away, and Ryou whined, trying to keep latched on to Bakura's arm.
"I just want to lay down on the couch so we'll be more comfortable." Bakura smirked, tugging his light into the living room. He fell backwards on to the comfortable sofa, and opened his arms to invite Ryou. Ryou smiled, and complied with his yami's silent request, gently lying himself across Bakura' chest.
"Aishiteru." Ryou breathed, closing his eyes to relax. Bakura's arms snaked around his back again, and squeezed him tightly.
"I love you too, Ryou-chan."
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"Damn it, Isis is heavy." Marik complained, holding his light's sister bridal style in his arms. "Open the door!"
"I can't! I forgot my key…" Malik frowned, causing Marik to snicker lightly. Malik sighed and rang the doorbell, knowing that Rishid was definitely there. Sure enough, both blonds heard footsteps, and the door was unlocked and opened.
"Malik-sama!" Rishid yelled joyfully, his eyes sparkling in relief. "I was so worried about you, Master!" Malik couldn't help himself, and leapt into the elder man's arms, laughing.
"No need to worry! See? I'm fine!""But I'm not! Hurry up, my arms are falling asleep." Marik snapped, feeling slightly jealous of how Malik and Rishid were so close.
"What did you do to her?" Rishid gasped, appalled. He quickly snatched Isis out of Marik's arms and carried her inside to lay her on the couch.
"I didn't do anything." Marik scowled, following his light into the living room. Rishid glared at him in distrust.
"No, it's true, Rishid. Oneesan fainted on the ride here."
"She did? Why?" Rishid asked confusedly, noticing how Malik started to blush lightly.
"Well, ano, you see…" Malik groaned and took a deep breath, figuring he might as well explain everything to him now. "First off, Marik doesn't hurt me anymore." Rishid's head snapped towards the yami's in complete disbelief. Marik just smirked and stood there with his arms crossed. "Second of all, Marik and I, are, well, together…"
"Nani?!" Rishid sputtered, eyes popping out of his skull.
"And with Ryou and Bakura…"
Rishid stood stark still, absorbing all the information and blinking dazedly. Suddenly, he scowled, and glared at Marik."You brainwashed him, didn't you?" He pointed a finger accusingly at the slightly surprised dark. "Turn him back!"
"Rishid! He didn't brainwash me!" Malik rolled his eyes, then glanced at his yami. "Marik? Can I have the rod, please?"
"Sure." Marik shrugged, and reached into his back pocket, whipping out the item and tossing it to Malik, who caught it expertly.
"See? I have the rod right now, so, there isn't any other way he could control me."
"I see." Rishid leaned back against the couch thoughtfully. "Well, I still don't trust him, but, if you're happy, then I am happy."
"Arigatou, Rishid." Malik smiled in relief, then gave his yami back the rod, kissing the other's cheek happily. "I hope Isis feels the same way…"
"Well, while she's out, do you think we should start packing?" Marik questioned, snaking an arm around his light's waist. Rishid blinked.
"Packing? For what?"
"Oh! Ano, Marik and I are going to stay at Ryou's for a while." Malik shuffled his feet nervously, knowing that Rishid would definitely be upset that he was leaving.
"Nani?" Rishid asked, the disappointment apparent in his voice. "How long?" Malik shrugged, and leaned against Marik's side, staring at the ground. Rishid sighed, then forced a smile on his face. "You will visit, then?"
"Of course." Malik smiled, looking relieved. He began to tug on Marik's arm. "Let's go upstairs." Marik smiled, and allowed himself to be towed to Malik's room.
Rishid sighed, frowning thoughtfully, and gently shook Isis.
"Nnn?" Isis's eyes fluttered open. "Rishid?"
"Yes." Rishid nodded. "Marik and Malik brought you to me, they said you had fainted." Isis put a hand to her forehead and groaned at her pounding headache.
"Yes, I'm sure they've already told you why?"
"I'm guessing you didn't take the news of him being in a relationship with those three very well." Rishid stated smoothly, crossing his arms. "I can't say I agree with it either…"
"Well, there isn't much we can do. It is his life after all." Isis shook her head, upset. "I wish he could have found someone better. I don't mind Ryou. But, Marik and Bakura?"
"It does seem that the dark has changed. We can only hope it isn't an act, and that Bakura has become a different being as well."
"Yes, I suppose that is all we can do." Isis sighed and stood up. "Where is my brother?"
"Upstairs packing." Rishid's face fell. "How long do you think he'll be gone?"
"I can't say…""No, Marik don't!"
Isis and Rishid both jumped at the sound of Malik's panicked voice, and glanced at each other before running up the stairs. They barged into the room, fully prepared to kick Marik's ass, but instead, stopped and stared at the scene in front of them in disbelief.
"Oneesan! Stop him! He's killing me!" Malik cried, struggling to get away from his yami's hands as the dark mercilessly tickled him.
"I thought you weren't ticklish, hikari?" Marik teased with a grin, his hands squeezing Malik's waist as the younger teen giggled helplessly.
"I-I'm not!"
"Tsk, tsk, hikari! Lying to me now? I think you need to be punished." Marik growled, and began tickling Malik until the light was gasping for breath, tears streaming down his face. "I give! I give!" Malik snickered, breathing deeply once his yami stopped. He stared up at his yami with a huge smile, his eyes sparkling and face flushed. Marik couldn't help but lean down and brush his lips against the other's, feeling Malik relax beneath him. A cough from the doorway interrupted them, and Malik went red as he stared at his sister. Marik, on the other hand, scowled."What do you want?"
"Well, we heard Malik…" Isis gestured, Marik picking up instantly on what she thought was happening.
"I told you I don't hurt my hikari any more." He growled.
"Well, it's hard to believe those words coming from a murderous, cold-hearted spirit." Isis spat, glaring angrily at the dark.
"Isis!" Malik cried, horrified. He looked at his sister, his violet eyes betraying his pain at those words. "Marik's not like that anymore!"
"Hn. I don't think she'll ever believe it." Marik shrugged, and stood up, avoiding eye contact with the two figures at the doorways and helping Malik up. "I think I should go."
"Nani?" Malik gasped, wide eyed. "Where? Why?" All three people in the room blinked at the desperation in Malik's voice. "You aren't leaving me, are you?""Iie. Calm down." Marik chuckled. "I'm just going to go back to Ryou's place. You can finish spending time with your sister and packing, then call me when you're ready to come back." He shot a look at Isis and Rishid. "After all, it's obvious I'm not welcome."
"I think that's a wonderful idea." Isis said stonily, looking at Marik expressionlessly.
"Demo-" Malik began to protest, but at a glare from his sister and a reassuring look from his darker half, he sighed and gave in. "A-Alright." Marik smiled sadly at his light, and lifted his chin to meet his eyes.
"I love you, Malik." Marik whispered, then leaned down to kiss Malik passionately. Malik moaned, and wrapped his arms around Marik's neck, pulling him closer as their tongues battled playfully. Marik pulled back, panting, and gave Malik one last kiss before he walked past a open mouthed Isis and an indifferent Rishid. "Ja ne!"
"Bye, Marik! Aishiteru!" Malik called, listening as the front door slammed shut and a motorcycle started, then sped away. He sighed depressingly, and plopped down on his bed. "Are you happy now?" He asked his sister sarcastically.
"Yes, indeed." Isis said curtly, then walked briskly out of the room. "I'm making dinner, then you and I can go out and catch up together." Malik sighed yet again, and began fiddling with the bed sheets.
He missed his yami already. And Ryou and Bakura too. He didn't want to be separated from them. Malik frowned. And it looked as if Isis was willing to do anything to split them apart, even for a moment. He groaned, and fell backwards, noticing with a start that Rishid was still in the room.
"Yes?" He asked, wondering if his adopted brother needed anything.
"Are you happy, Master?" He asked, making Malik blink.
"Right now? Or with Ryou, Bakura, and Marik?"
"With those three."
"I've never been happier." Malik grinned, his heart fluttering just thinking about them. "I don't know how I survived without them." Rishid smiled and nodded, before muttering something about helping Isis in the kitchen. Malik groaned, and turned around on his stomach, resting his head on his arms.
"I hope they're all having fun…"
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Bakura's eyes shot open from his spot on the couch when he distinctly heard the front door being opened, and footsteps making their way down the hall. Gently, so as not to wake his slumbering light, Bakura rolled the younger boy off of him, kissing his cheek before tiptoeing to the doorway.
"Boo."
Bakura jumped, and whirled around to face a smug Marik. He glared."Don't do that." He hissed, and Marik chuckled heartily. "You and Malik are back already?" Bakura asked, a confused look replacing his angered one. Marik's smile faded and he frowned.
"Iie. Just me. He and Isis are going to spend some time together."
"I see." Bakura said skeptically. He could tell something else was wrong. Noticing Bakura's look, Marik rolled his eyes.
"Isis and Rishid don't like the thought of us being together." He confessed, crossing his arms angrily. "Especially Isis."
"Hn." Bakura scowled. "Well, there isn't anything she can do about it, right?" Marik sighed.
"She can persuade Malik to change his mind. You know that Malik will do almost anything to make his sister happy."
"That's true." Bakura scratched his head thoughtfully. "We'll just have to trust that Malik will come back."
"Yeah." Marik's shoulder's sagged, his face looking hopeless.
"Oh, come here you baka." Bakura snickered, and threw his arm around Marik's neck, pulling him to his chest. "Everything will be fine." He buried his face in the other's wild hair contently, feeling Marik relax against him.
"Thanks, Kura."
"Bakura, Marik?"
Both dark's heads snapped towards the couch, seeing a blinking Ryou looking at them quizzically, his eyes still heavy with sleep. The hikari yawned and rubbed at his eyes before swinging his legs off the couch and standing up, making his way to his lovers.
"Where's Malik?" He asked, leaning his head on Marik's shoulder. Marik wrapped an arm around the teen's waist to help him stand up right before answering.
"He's still with Isis. I told him to call when he wants to be picked up."
"Alright." Ryou yawned again. "Do you want something to eat?"
"Iie, I'm fine." Marik declined, brushing a strand of silver hair behind Ryou's ear.
"Me too." Bakura smiled. "Are you even hungry?"
"Not really…" Ryou trailed off, blushing. "Ano, Marik? Did you tell Isis about us?"
"Yeah." Marik muttered, avoiding eye contact with the younger light, not wanting to talk about it. Ryou obviously didn't notice, and continued with his questions.
"Is she okay with it?"
Marik fell silent, and Bakura looked at the ground, both shuffling their feet, making Ryou feel extremely nervous. He pulled out of Marik's loose embrace, and sat down on the sofa, curling up into a little ball, his chin resting on his knees.
"She isn't, is she?"
Marik sighed, and shook his head. Bakura walked over to his hikari and plopped down next to him, his hand stroking Ryou's silvery hair.
"It'll be fine you guys." Bakura said, his voice reassuring. "I didn't think you would worry about such a little thing. Malik will be back tonight before you know it." He jumped, startled when the phone rang. Ryou stood up and went into the kitchen to answer it.
"It's Malik!" He smiled peeking his head around the doorway to the living room. Marik and Bakura both jumped up and dashed into the kitchen, trying to listen in on the conversation."Can I talk to him?" Marik asked pleadingly, his hand reaching for the phone. Ryou smacked it away lightly, his face looking upset as he listened to Malik on the other end of the line.
"What do you mean you're not coming back tonight?" Ryou asked heartbrokenly. "You said you would…" He listened more, while the yamis stood there, concerned. Ryou sighed. "Is there anything we can do to change her mind?" Marik growled, immediately picking up on what was happening, and snatched the phone out of Ryou's hands.
"Malik? Put Isis on." Marik demanded, his voice stern. Malik started to protest, but Marik only insisted more. Suddenly, Isis's voice came on.
"What do you want?"
"I'll make you a deal." Marik said. "We'll come and stay over there for a while. That way, you can see that Bakura and I are telling the truth, and that Ryou and Malik are safe.""Like I would want the two of you in my house." Isis snorted.
"It would make you're brother happy." Marik hissed. "Or are you too blinded by your own selfishness to see how miserable you're making him?" Isis narrowed her eyes and growled, before turning around and staring at Malik, seeing that the teen really did look depressed.
"Fine." She agreed reluctantly. "But if I see anything suspicious-"
"We'll be over in an hour." Marik hung up the phone and sighed. "Thank Ra that worked."
"Weren't you at least going to see if that was okay with us?" Bakura scowled, his arms crossed as he leaned against the refrigerator. Ryou was sitting at the table, staring up at the two with his hands clasped in his lap.
"Gomen, but it was all I could think of on such short notice." Marik grinned humorlessly. "We're going to have to be on our best behavior.
"What fun." Bakura rolled his eyes sarcastically, and Marik chuckled.
"Ryou? You don't mind, do you?" Marik asked the younger light, who had been silent the whole time.
"Iie, of course not." Ryou smiled. "It's just that, how can we act around each other?""Like we do here." Bakura shrugged. "If she can't take even a little kissing, then maybe we can convince the stuck up Pharaoh to do something."
"Yami? Why him?" Ryou asked quizzically. Bakura NEVER asked Yami for anything.
"Because Isis will listen to him. After all, he's the Pharaoh." Marik rolled his eyes. "And a pompous prick…" He muttered the last part under his breath, but Bakura chuckled, having heard it."
"True."
"I'll go pack some clothes." Ryou announced, and started up the stairs. "How long do you think we'll be staying?"
"Can't say for sure…" Bakura muttered, running his fingers through his hair thoughtfully as he followed his light to his room. "But don't pack too much."
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"Malik, come on, stop looking out the window and help me." Isis sighed, walking into the room while wiping her hands on a towel. Malik shook his head and continued staring.
"I'm waiting for them…"
"I don't care, come on Malik." Isis frowned. Malik looked miserable, waiting there with his head resting on the window and staring down the street. She really couldn't understand why…
"How come you're acting like this, Neesan?" Malik asked, breaking Isis from her thoughts.
"What do you mean?" She asked defensively, crossing her arms.
"Like you want us to break up." Malik whispered, then turned around to look in his sibling's eyes. "I don't understand, I thought you would be happy for me…Do you want Marik to start hurting me again?"
"What? No! Of course not!" Isis yelled, horrified at the thought. Malik turned back to look out the window.
"Then why are you doing this?"
"Malik…" Isis bit her lip. "I just want you to be safe. How can you trust him after everything he's done to you?"
"I didn't, at first." Malik mumbled. "Demo, then I realized that he was telling the truth. He's my yami, Isis, so I can feel his emotions."
"Still, I just don't want to see you hurt." Isis sat down on the windowsill next to her brother, reaching out a hand and placing it on his shoulder. "Can't you understand that?"
"Hai." Malik sighed. "But, I know they love me, and I love them. So, can you please try to be nice to them? For me?" He used his puppy dog eyes, which would make anyone melt, (especially Isis). She chuckled and nodded her head.
"I'll try."
Suddenly, Malik perked up, his head cocked to the side as he heard the familiar sound of a motorcycle pulling in their front yard. Giving Isis a beaming smile, he leapt off the windowsill and out the front door to greet his lover. As soon as Marik caught sight of Malik running towards him, he smirked and held his arms out, barely managing to stay on his feet when his hikari jumped into his arms.
"Hey, Malik-koi!" He laughed, squeezing his light to his chest. "Miss me?"
"Hai!" Malik giggled, his eyes radiating cheerfulness. "Neesan is making dinner now. Ano, where's Bakura and Ryou? They're coming, right?" The last part was spoken hopefully, his eyes betraying his nervousness.
"Yeah, they'll be here in a while. Ryou insisted that he stop to get a gift for Isis, so Bakura went with him."
"That's Ryou for you!" Malik smiled, leaning his head on his yami's shoulder. "Always so polite…"
"Mmhmm." Marik murmured, burying his head in his light's hair and inhaling the scent of his shampoo contently.
"I had a talk with Isis too." Malik said quietly, wrapping his arms around Marik's waist. "She said she'll try to be a little nicer."
"Well, that's a relief." Marik sighed, lifting his head up and starting towards the house, Malik still attached to his hip. "Ryou was really worried when I told him how Isis reacted."
"He doesn't have to worry, Isis adores Ryou." Malik winced, hugging Marik tighter when the elder teen sighed.
"I know, it's Bakura and I she doesn't like.""I'm sure she'll be fine once she gets to know you better." Malik stated, trying to be somewhat positive. Marik smirked and nodded his head.
"I'm sure you're right, hikari."
They walked inside and into the living room, Marik nodding his head to Rishid at the front door, and plopped down on the sofa. Isis peeked in from the kitchen, and blinked. "Where's Ryou?" "He and Bakura will be here soon." Marik informed, brushing off the fact that Isis only asked for Ryou and not Bakura.Marik realized amusedly that Isis really didn't know too much about the white haired thief. She had only seen him a few times, and had rarely spoken with him. He scowled when he noticed Isis still looking at him.
"Nan desu ka?"
"Nothing." She muttered, and disappeared back into the other room to finish cooking. Marik shrugged and looked down at Malik who was resting his head against his chest comfortably.
"So, how was your day with your sister?" He asked, twirling his fingers around in Malik's hair. Malik smiled and snuggled further into his yami's embrace.
"It was good to get to spend time with her again. She's always so busy." Marik nodded and listened as his hikari went into further detail about his day. He was about to ask another question when they heard the sound of another motorbike pulling in the driveway.
"That must be them." He muttered, sighing when Malik bounced out of his arms and to the door. Marik couldn't help but smile at his light's enthusiasm, and stood up to follow. They opened to door to reveal their two white-haired companions standing there carrying a whole bunch of luggage. Ryou smiled sheepishly.
"I hope we aren't too late…"
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Chibi B: And that's it for now! Yay for me! It was 7000 words! Well, more like 6900, but, you're happy, right? Right?!
Thanks to all you reviewers! I wuvvies you! ::throws out random prizes:: You inpire me!
R&R! (Promise to work on the next chapter! Hopefully I'll get more done before I have to leave for camp...)