Chibi B: No! I am not dead. And yes, this is an actual update...REJOICE!
Taski: Yay. ::fake cheers::
Chibi B: Okay, now, this chapter is like, completely random. And, I know I said I'd be focusing on this fic more than ToCN...but, I think inspiration has just run dry. Hehehe. Though, ToCN isn't doing much better. And don't even get me started on PA, I haven't looked at that fic in like, forever...::Dodges various vegetables::
Gah! I'll work harder! Promise! I really want to finish these fics up before I start another one. But, I think I just started one last night... ::sigh:: Oh well.
Thanks a lot reviewers! Without you, I probably would have forgotten my fics and left them to rot! ::bows::
Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Oh! And I had to change the mind link thingie, because the stupid backslash thingies aren't showing up...
:Ryou to Bakura:
::Bakura to Ryou::
And, I don't know how I'll do Malik and Marik yet, but, I'll find something!
"I hope we aren't too late…"
"Iie! Right on time actually." Malik smiled, ushering them both inside, taking their bags and handing them to Marik.
"Nani? What's with all the stuff? You staying for a millennia or something?" Marik grumbled, struggling to hold onto a few duffle bags. Ryou blushed.
"Gomen, Bakura wanted to pack his own clothes as well…""Lemme guess, more than half of this stuff is his, isn't it?" Marik rolled his eyes, struggling not to laugh at the 'innocent' look on the other yami's face when he glared at him.
"Rishid? Could you help Marik carry these to my room?" Malik asked, beckoning his adopted brother over to them.
"Arigatou." Ryou smiled, bowing at the older man. "Sorry to be such a bother…"
"It's no trouble at all." Rishid assured, unable to keep himself from melting at the sight of the other's smile. He grabbed onto a few other bags and towed them upstairs, Marik following behind them.
"Ano, I guess I should inform Isis that you're here." Malik shrugged, grabbing on to Bakura's hand and tugging him down the hall, knowing Ryou was following behind. "She's cooking dinner now." They turned in the doorway to see Isis finish setting the table, laying out various dishes of food.
"Oh dear." Ryou frowned regretfully. "I'm sorry we weren't here earlier to help you set the table…" Isis jumped at the voice, and turned around, smiling at Ryou.
"It's alright, Ryou. No trouble at all."
"Ano…Why are there only four plates?" Bakura asked quizzically, blinking at the table. Isis frowned.
"You and Marik don't need to eat." She muttered, and Bakura sighed, beginning to frown.
"That doesn't mean we don't like to…" Ryou suddenly elbowed him gently in the side, nodding his head towards Isis. "Oh yeah…" He muttered, and pulled out a box of chocolates, handing them to Isis. "Ryou told me to give these to you."
"Bakura!" Ryou slapped a hand to his forehead in disbelief while Malik tried hard to contain his snickers.
"What?" Bakura blinked, still holding the box of chocolates out. Isis grabbed a hold of them gently.
"Thank you." She bowed her head slightly before heading over to the table. "Where's Rishid?"
"We're right here." Marik informed, announcing his presence in the room, Rishid walking behind him. "Let's eat, I'm starving!" He clasped his hands together excitedly, then noticed there was only four plates and four chairs set up at the table. He raised an eyebrow in question.
"We don't need to eat." Bakura mumbled, somewhat sourly. "And apparently, we don't need to sit, either."
"Gomen, let me go see if I can find another chair." Malik sighed apologetically, walking out of the kitchen to see what he could get, but not before he glared slightly in Isis's direction. Ryou sat down politely across from Isis and Rishid, smiling up at Marik and Bakura.
"If you want, I can share my food with you." He offered, but Bakura shook his head fiercely.
"Iie. You're too skinny. You need to eat as much as you can." He grinned when Ryou blushed.
"Bakura…""This is all I could find, unless you want me to drag up the folding chairs from the basement." Malik muttered, carrying a cushioned, wooden chair. "You two don't mind sharing, do you?"
"Of course not." Marik huffed, falling back into the seat and pulling Bakura on his lap. "We're just fine."
"I thought so." Malik snickered, and took his place next to Ryou, the yamis on the other side.
"Well, help yourselves." Isis said, choosing to ignore the two darker halves cuddling in the chair.
Marik had repositioned Bakura so that the tomb robber was curled up on his chest, his head resting on Marik's shoulder and his knees tucked up to his chin. The white haired yami sighed contently, and nuzzled against Marik's neck, purring when the elder dark began stroking his hair. Marik smiled amusedly, and leaned his head against Bakura's, still running his fingers through the other's silver locks.
"So, how long do you think you will be staying?" Isis asked abruptly, picking at her food before nibbling a few bites.
"I was hoping you would answer that question." Ryou admitted shyly. "Ano, maybe as long as we need to stay?"
"No more than a week." Malik said sternly, avoiding his sister's hurt look. But honestly, he couldn't stand her behavior towards Bakura and Marik. "We won't need to stay longer than a week."
"Alright." Isis muttered. "A week."
The rest of dinner was in silence. Everyone a little apprehensive about saying anything. Well, everyone except for Marik and Bakura that is. They were lost in their own world, still sitting in the chair together. Only now, Bakura had a sort of zoned out, pleasure filled grin on his face as Marik lazily rubbed the other's back and pet his hair. Suddenly, Marik smirked, and leaned over to get his hikari's attention, trying not to disturb Bakura at the same time.
"Nani?" Malik blinked, but was hushed when Marik pointed to Bakura. He whispered a few words in the mind link, and Malik giggled before excusing himself, running upstairs. Isis eyed Marik cautiously, about to question his antics, but was interrupted when Malik came running back in the kitchen, a choker/collar in his hand. He gave it to Marik and sat back down next to Ryou, a smile on his face. Ryou, who finally caught on to what was happening, looked around nervously.
"Ano…I don't think that's a good idea…" He mumbled softly, but Marik paid no attention, and, carefully as he could, slipped the belt around Bakura's neck, tightening it so he couldn't get it off and locking it. Bakura yelped and flew off of Marik's lap, tugging at the object around his neck frantically.
"Marik! Get this off of me!"
"Hmmm…" Marik pretended to think. "How about, no? It looks good on you!"
"Marik." Bakura growled, still tugging at the collar around his neck. "I'm not some animal! Take it off!"
"Of course you're not." Marik snickered, reaching out to grab hold of Bakura's arm, pulling the reluctant yami on his lap. "But it looks cute. Hey! We'll even get a tag that says, 'Property of Marik'!"
"Baka." Bakura snarled, but crossed his arms and sunk back into Marik's embrace, pouting. He glanced over to Malik and Ryou.
"Were you in this too?"
"Ummmm…"
"Nevermind." Bakura sulked even more, making Marik giggle and poke his nose.
"It's either the collar, or I carve the words into your ass."
"Hmm…I dunno, the carving sounds better." He smirked deviously, laughing when Marik pinched his thigh. "Just joking… But seriously, take this thing off, it's too tight." Marik pouted, but did as was requested, and removed the choker. Then, he brightened, getting an idea.
"Malik will wear it! Won't you, Mal?" Marik asked, waving the collar in the air with a smile on his face. Malik giggled and shook his head.
"No thanks, Marik."
"Aww, what about you, Ryou-chan?" Marik asked hopefully, turning his eyes on the shy teen."Ano…I'd rather not…"
"Onegai? For me?" Marik pleaded, making his lower lip tremble. Still sitting in his lap, Bakura rolled his eyes, elbowing him in the stomach.
"Enough with the theatrics. Let them eat."
"Okay." Marik huffed, and stuffed the collar into his pocket. "I thought it looked sexy…" He glanced over at Isis and Rishid, who were both looking at him in shock. "Er, sorry I interrupted." He said sheepishly.
Isis just shook her head mutely, and continued to eat her food, still eyeing Marik and Bakura carefully. She was beginning to doubt her earlier accusations. The two yamis seemed, dare she say it, innocent enough. Marik certainly had changed at least. She didn't know much about the tomb robber, but seeing him curled against the other dark's chest, purring in content, made her doubt if the yami was evil at all.
"Neesan? Daijoubu ka?" Malik asked, startling Isis from her thoughts. She glanced up at her brother and noticed his worried face. "We've all finished eating…"
"Ah, excuse me." Isis blushed slightly. "I'm afraid I was lost in my thoughts. Go ahead if you're done, I'll clean up."
"There's no need for that, we'll help-mmmph!" Ryou was cut off when Malik put his hand on the other's mouth, effectively silencing the sometimes-too-polite-for-his-own-good hikari.
"Arigatou, Neesan!" Malik smiled, and tugged Ryou out of the room. "We're going to be upstairs for a while."
"Oi! Matte!" Marik called, struggling to pry a dozing Bakura off his lap. "Kura! Come on, let's go!"
"Nnnn…" Bakura groaned, his eyes furrowing together as he snuggled deeper into Marik's chest. "Dun wanna." Rolling his eyes, Marik stood up, his hands underneath Bakura legs and back to keep him from falling. Bakura whined, but let himself be carried out of the room, wrapping his arms around Marik's neck.
"Malik-kun! Why'd you do that? We could have at least helped her clean up…" Ryou frowned, now sitting on the tan teen's bed, glaring halfheartedly at the other. Malik rolled his eyes, and leaned against his doorframe, waiting for Bakura and Marik.
"She had Rishid to help her. It's fine."
"Demo…" He paused when Marik suddenly came waltzing in the room, Bakura in his arms. Ryou blinked curiously. "Bakura?"
"He's fine, just being a lazy ass." Marik grumbled, making sure that Bakura heard the last two words. He was satisfied to see that Bakura was indeed looking more aware than he was before, since he was currently glaring daggers at him.
"Am not."
"Whatever you say."
"Baka. Put me down." Bakura stuck his tongue out. Marik shrugged, a grin on his face.
"If you say so…" He muttered, and then completely leg go of the other dark.
"Itai! Damnit!" Bakura hissed, landing on his butt. He glared up at the yami. "Yarou…"
"Tsk, tsk, Kura-chan! There are innocent ears here!" Marik giggled, pointed over to Malik and Ryou. Bakura snorted, and stood up from the floor, sitting down on the bed next to Ryou.
"So, what do we do now?" He asked, randomly grasping on to Ryou's hand, running his fingers over the light's palm gently.
"I dunno…" Malik muttered. "There's not much to do here."
"Well, it's getting kind of late, we could get to bed early…" Ryou suggested.
"Iie, you and I had a nap today already, remember?" Bakura poked Ryou's side teasingly. "You can't possibly be tired."
"True…" Ryou blushed.
"Let's go out, then!" Marik grinned. "We can go back to the mall, we never really did get any shopping done…And this time, Bakura and I will stay with you the whole time." Ryou shrugged, a cute smile on his face.
"Doesn't matter to me. Malik?" He tilted his head to the other hikari questionably. If Malik wasn't comfortable going, then neither was he. Malik smiled.
"Sure, why not? I'll just go let my sister know." He turned and walked out of his room to find Isis.
"We'll only be able to stay for a while, Kura." Marik informed. "Ryou was right, it is late."
"Hn. We don't really need to spend too much time there, do we?" He asked, nuzzling into Ryou's shoulder. Said teen blushed, but sighed contently.
"Iie."
"Then it's settled! Besides, just imagine them in those skin tight leather outfits." Bakura chuckled, licking his lips suggestively as he stared over at the other dark. Marik shifted a bit, and stifled down a moan, imagining both Malik and Ryou wearing outfits like the ones Bakura described.
"Marik?"
Marik shook his head, snapping out of his daydream and blinked up at his hikari. He guessed the light had been there a while, since Bakura was laughing into Ryou's hair.
"Nani?"
"We can leave now! Isis said to make sure we're back in three hours though."
"That's it?" Marik whined, following Malik as the younger teen tugged him out of the room and down the stairs.
"Yes, and you should be happy I'm even letting you out of the house with him." Isis said sternly, revealing her presence at the bottom of the stairs. Marik rolled his eyes.
"What could I have possibly been thinking? Forgive me, Oh Great Isis!" Marik gasped, feigning horror. "I'm eternally grateful and in your debt!" Bakura snickered at him, but paused at Isis's glare.
"If you hurt one hair on his head…" Isis trailed off warningly.
"I've said it before." Marik snapped, his face showing his irritation. "I don't hurt my hikari anymore! And I don't plan to hurt him ever again!"
"Come on, Marik." Malik begged quietly, pulling his yami past Isis and out the door. "I'll be home soon, Neesan!"
"Bye, Malik! Bye Ryou!" She called, waving to them as Bakura and Marik both mounted their bikes, with their respected hikaris seated behind them. She watched as they pulled out and sped down the street, her hands clasped together worriedly.
"I hope they'll be safe…" She murmured, before turning around and heading back inside.
"This is a perfect time to come here! Nobody's around this late!" Malik sighed, stepping off his yami's motorcycle and stretching. Marik smirked, and snaked an arm around his waist, pulling him to his chest to plant a kiss on his light's forehead. Malik blinked at the sudden show of affection, but leaned into the embrace willingly. He loved being held.
"Let's get you some new outfits." Marik grinned maliciously, and treaded over to Bakura and Ryou, his arm still wrapped around Malik.
"You okay there Ryou-chan?" Malik giggled, noticing the lighter haired hikari swaying after getting down from the bike.
"Hai." Ryou smiled shakily. Marik shook his head and grabbed onto Ryou with his free arm.
"You're going to have to get used to those things sooner or later!" He smirked. "After all, it's the only mode of transportation we have."
"Don't remind me." Ryou groaned. Bakura laughed and held onto Ryou's free hand.
"It's okay, hikari of mine, I won't let the bad motorcycle hurt you." He teased, smiling when Ryou frowned.
"Not funny." He pouted, then sighed. "So, where to first?"
"Leather store!" Marik shouted instantly, a huge grin on his face.
"Hentai." Bakura mumbled, but followed Marik as the yami lead them through the mall to his favorite shop. Ryou and Malik's eyes widened.
"Umm, are we even old enough to go in there?" Ryou squeaked, eyeing all the revealing looking clothes through the window, not to mention a few inappropriate items.
"Well, it is an adult store." Marik shrugged casually. "But, nobody will notice us."
"An adult store? What else is in here?"
"Trust me, Ryou, you don't want to know." Bakura said, placing a hand on his light's shoulder and steering him in the store, followed by Malik and Marik.
"I can't believe I'm going into this place…" Malik muttered, a faint blush on his face as he encountered yet another sexual item, after being in the store for only five minutes. "Neesan would kill me if she ever found out I was here."
"Then we'll just have to make sure she doesn't find out, right?" Marik said, grinning savagely at his light. Ahead of them, Bakura had put a hand over Ryou's eyes to block him from seeing some, explicit items they were passing by.
"Bakura, I'm not a little kid, you know." Ryou complained, a frown on his face. He followed his yami trustingly, however, even though he felt he was being treated like a child.
"I know you're not." Bakura sighed. "I just don't think you need to see some of these things yet…"
"But Malik's just a little older than me! How come nobody's covering his eyes?"
"Because he's seen this stuff before…"
"But-!"
"No buts, hikari." Bakura scolded, tugging on Ryou's hair gently. "Now hold on, we're almost in the relatively safe part of the store." Ryou's shoulders sunk, complying, but not without a small pout on his face.
"And, voila, the clothes!" Marik giggled, a little maniacally, and began digging through the shelves and racks.
"I didn't know you knew French, Marik." Bakura mumbled, before letting go of his hikari and helping in looking through the different assortments of leather.
Ryou and Malik stood in the corner by the dressing room, blinking. Ryou gazed around himself curiously, feeling a little nervous at certain things he saw and didn't recognize.
"Ooh! What about this?" Marik said excitedly, lifting up a rather revealing piece of clothing, if you could even call it that…
Ryou and Malik's faces went beat red, the younger hikari squeaking and hiding behind Malik's shoulder. Bakura rolled his eyes, snorting in disgust before turning his attention back to another rack. Marik scowled, but, sensing that nobody approved, he put back the outfit, sighing wistfully.
"Try these on." Bakura murmured a few seconds later, tossing an identical pair of pants and shirts at the two boys. Malik and Ryou caught them, Ryou looking at them quizzically while Malik practically squealed in delight. The tanned hikari pranced into the dressing room, already beginning to strip out of his clothes.
"Ano…" Ryou blushed, looking at the shirt in confusion. He couldn't tell wear his arms or head went! It looked all torn up.
"Need me to help?" Marik grinned suggestively, licking his lips as he eyed the white haired hikari up and down. Ryou squeaked, his face turning even more red than it was before as he held the clothes to his chest self consciously.Bakura shook his head and elbowed Marik in the side before walking over to his hikari. He explained how to wear the shirt before gently pushing him in the dressing room, coming back to stand by his fellow yami.
"What was up with that, Bakura?" Marik frowned, rubbing the spot Bakura elbowed him at.
"He's not ready for things like that, it still scares him." Bakura sighed, crossing his arms and leaning against Marik's side.
"You can't let him be scared forever, you know…"
"I know, but what else am I supposed to do?" Bakura spat out, his teeth clenched in helplessness. "He gets frightened so easily."
"Help him to not be afraid." Marik advised, pulling Bakura against him and kissing his lips. "You need to be the one who makes him feel comfortable. Take it slowly, but, don't stop all together, either way he'll be scared at first." Marik felt the white haired tomb robber sigh, and lean more fully on him.
"I'll try."
Both their heads snapped open when one of the dressing room doors snapped open, and Malik walked out, fully dressed in the form fitting clothes, eyeing himself in the mirrors critically.
"Is this okay?" He asked, twirling around a few times, still looking at himself. Receiving silence in return, he blinked, and turned around.
Marik and Bakura were staring, wide eyed and open mouthed at the sexy light, shocked at how good the teen looked in the leather clothes. Marik even had drool dripping down his chin.
"Um, are you okay?" Malik asked slowly, backing away from the rabid looking yamis. The door next to him swung open, and Ryou came out next, blushing and looking uncomfortable. The two yamis paused, and directed their stares towards him, before looking back at Malik, then Ryou again.
"We're definitely buying those." Bakura whispered hoarsely, swallowing a bit difficultly, his eyes still gawking at the teens.
"Can I change back now?" Ryou asked, squirming.
"No!" Bakura and Marik both shouted at the same time, giving each other amused glances before digging through the clothes again. They made the lights try on a few more outfits, liking every one before heading back to the cashier. (Ryou insisting they pay and not steal)
"Ano, Bakura?"
"Yes, Ryou-chan?"
"What's this?" Bakura turned around and glanced at the object held in his light's hand, his eyes going impossibly wide at what it was.
"R-Ryou, put that down…"
"Why? What is it?" Ryou asked innocently, staring at the circular object he held in his hand. "It looks like a ring, but, it's too wide to fit on someone's finger…" Bakura choked, his pale face coloring slightly as he stuttered.
"Bakura? What's taking so long?" Marik grumbled, turning around, when he saw what was in Ryou's hands, he clamped his mouth shut to keep from laughing.
"Nani? Marik, what is it?" Ryou asked again, a sulking pout on his lips. Marik walked up and snatched it out of Ryou's hands, piling it up on the counter along with the other clothes.
"Bakura and I will have fun with it tonight." He smirked, winking at the still stuttering yami.
"Demo, what is it?" Ryou whined. Wanting to know what all the commotion was about, Malik leaned over his yami's shoulder to see what the item was, his eyes also widening.
"Marik! Don't waist money on that…" Malik scolded. He picked it up and placed it on a random shelf, ignoring his sulking yami.
"Malik! What is it?" Ryou asked, tugging on Malik's arm.
"What's what, Ryou?"
"That thing Marik wanted to buy…" Ryou gestured, and Malik's eyes widened.
"Ooh, that thing, well, you see, it's called a-mm!" Malik mumbled, his sentence cut off when Bakura put a hand on his mouth.
"Don't corrupt my hikari, Malik." Bakura scolded, bopping the other light on his head softly. Malik snickered and kissed Bakura's cheek apologetically.
"Sorry, I guess I'll leave you to explain it then." Malik winked, then began walking out the door.
"Hey! Where do you think you're going?" Marik called, scowling at his light's back.
"I have to go to the restroom, Marik. I'll be back in a few minutes!" Malik waved his hand without turning around.
"Wait for me! I have to go too!" Ryou said, jogging to catch up with the other hikari. Malik slowed down until Ryou reached him, before they both made their way out of the store and to the public restrooms, Marik and Bakura frowning worriedly.
"Do you think they'll be alright on their own?" Bakura asked, his eyes still trained on Ryou and Malik until they disappeared in the crowd.
"Yeah, we'll catch up to them after we pay for these…Where is the stupid cashier guy anyways?" Marik growled, looking around for anyone in the store. It was empty.
"Perfect. Just, perfect." Bakura groaned.
"Maliiiiik!"
"For the millionth time Ryou! No!" Malik sighed in exasperation at the light's persistence.
"But, I want to know what it is!"
"Bakura asked me not to tell you, so I'm not saying anything!" Malik said firmly, his hands on his hips. They were still in the restroom, standing in front of the sinks and arguing, unaware of a figure that slipped in through the door."Malik!"
"No!"
"Pleeeeeaaaase?"
"Ryou! I'm warning you! I'm not saying any-" Malik's voice suddenly broke off as he stared behind Ryou with undisguised horror.
"Malik?" Ryou asked, his voice trembling. He recognized that look, but, before he could turn around, he felt a soft prick in his neck, and almost instantly the room began to spin. He vaguely remembered someone struggling with Malik as he fell to the floor, he was so tired… So, very, very tired. His eyelids began to slip shut, but, before he passed out, he opened his link with his yami, trying desperately to stay awake and contact him.
:Ba…ku…ra…. :
::"Ryou?":: Bakura's head snapped up, when he heard the weak call of his other half. ::Ryou? Ryou! ::
"Oh Ra, no, not again." Marik whispered, his eyes wide. "I can't feel him…" Bakura cursed rapidly, dropping the bags with their merchandise in it before running as fast as he could to the bathrooms. He burst through the door and looked around in panic. Ryou and Malik were gone, and Malik's necklace that Marik had given him was lying on the floor, broken.
"This can't be happening." Marik hissed, now standing behind Bakura. He bent down and grasped on to the broken chain, holding it to his chest. "They're unconscious. We won't be able to find them until they wake up."
"I know." Bakura growled, his fists clenching. "What do you want to bet Honda did this?"
"Wouldn't surprise me." Marik spat bitterly, shoving his hand in his pockets before spinning around and walking out the door.
"What do we do first?"
"Inform Isis." Marik said emotionlessly, not looking at Bakura's eyes. "Then call Yami." Bakura paused, and grabbed on to Marik's shoulder, turning him around so they were staring eye to eye. Marik was struggling not to cry.
"Everything will be fine." Bakura whispered, taking a deep breath to try to control his own tears. "We can do this, we just have to stay calm, alright? It was obvious Honda did this. So, we're going to tell Isis, then the Pharaoh, and then head over to his place to pay him a visit." Marik nodded his head silently, blinking back his tears and proceeded to head back to their motorcycles. He would have just called Isis, but they didn't have any money on them to use payphones, and their hikaris were the ones with cell phones.
"Love you…" Marik mumbled, before mounting his bike and speeding out of the parking lot and down the road, not waiting to see of Bakura was following. The white haired yami sighed, and got on his own cycle before following after the other dark, hoping over and over again in his head that their two hikaris were safe.
"What?!" Isis screeched, her eyes wide in disbelief as she stared at the two sullen yamis in front of her. "They've been kidnapped?!" Marik nodded his head quietly, staring blankly at a spot on the floor. Rishid was pacing around worriedly at the news, mumbling to himself.
"They left to go to the bathroom, and, then someone knocked them unconscious." Bakura explained, tracing his fingers over the eye of Horus on his ring. "We can't contact them, so they're still out."
"I knew I shouldn't have trusted you!" Isis shouted, "You're probably the ones who got them kidnapped in the first place! You miserable spirits!"
"Isis…" Rishid shook his head, reaching forward to comfort her, but someone had gotten to her before him. Marik tugged Isis down roughly until their faces were inches apart, the woman staring unfazed at the yamis eyes.
"Don't you dare insinuate that I would want this to happen to Malik, or Ryou." He hissed, glowering darkly. "If you weren't my light's sister, I would have killed you for that remark. If we wanted to get rid of our hikaris so bad, do you think we'd be sitting here, worried out of our minds?!" He pushed her back, and crossed his arms. "Malik's already been hurt once by Honda, I don't want it to happen again.
"Honda?" Isis repeated, frowning. "What do you mean?""It's not my place to tell." Marik said, his voice surprisingly quiet. "Just know that he was the one who took Malik and Ryou. I'm sure of it." A knock at the door startled them all out of their thoughts, and Rishid went to answer it, coming back with Yami and Yugi in tow.
"What did you call me here for." Yami grumbled, plopping down on a chair across from Marik and Bakura. "It's almost midnight."
"Ryou and Malik are missing." Bakura snapped, snarling sarcastically. "So sorry to interrupt your beauty sleep for something so trivial." Yami scowled.
"Missing?"
"Honda took them." Marik spoke up. "We're positive." He added when he saw Yami's mouth about to open in protest. The game king frowned.
"Can't you sense them?"
"They're both passed out." Bakura said gruffly, and stood up, heading towards the door. "We need you to show us where the idiot mortal lives."
"Think with your head, Tomb Robber," Yami huffed, staring warningly at the thief. "If Honda was the one who truly took them, he wouldn't take them back to his home. That would be foolish."
"He's right, you know." Marik growled, glaring at Yami. "Then where do you supposed he could have gone?"
"Oh!"
All heads snapped towards the maker of the sound, Yugi standing there looking sheepish.
"I just remembered! Honda owns a cabin a few hours away from here, he could have gone there."
"Brilliant, aibou." Yami beamed, leaning down to kiss Yugi's cheek, missing the longing looks both Marik and Bakura gave them. Bakura shook his head and placed a scowl on his face.
"Enough, let's go."
"We're coming too." Isis stated firmly, her tone indicating she had made her decision. Yami opened his mouth to protest, but shut it when Rishid glared at him.
"Alright." He sighed, defeated. "Show us the way, Yugi-chan."
Malik groaned, and blinked his eyes open slowly, wincing at the pounding feeling in his head and how sore his limbs were. He shook his head, trying to remember what happened, when he noticed that he was bound, gagged, and suspended from a rope, the tips of his feet barely touching the floor. He gulped, trying not to panic at his situation, and began to struggle out of his bonds.
"I see you're awake now." A voice said from the doorway.
Malik's head snapped up and he squinted at the figure, trying to make out who it was. His eyes widened in horror when he saw it was Honda, and he gulped nervously, sweat beading on his forehead.
"Hello again, Malik." Honda grinned, stalking across the room over to a table in the corner. "Having fun?"
Malik glared and spat muffled curses at him, struggling harder to escape from his bindings. He was about to contact Marik when Honda walked up to him, holding a small syringe in his hand.
"Don't even think of contacting that psychotic yami of yours." Honda growled warningly. "I can tell when you are, you're eyes zone out and your face goes blank."Malik just continued glaring, as if saying Honda couldn't stop him from trying to talk to Marik. Honda smirked, as if guessing what Malik was thinking, and walked behind him. Malik's eyes grew wide when he heard soft whimpers and a dragging noise, trying to scream behind the gag as Honda pulled Ryou into his line of view, dumping him on a couch.
"If I even think you're chatting with Marik, I'll kill him, understand?" Honda said, sneering at the blond teen. "And, trust me, I don't want to hurt Ryou at all." He reached down and began to pet the younger boys hair, gently. Ryou, who was still unconscious, whimpered yet again, and tried to curl into a tight ball. "He's so cute."
"Mmmph!" Malik shouted, thrashing around, not caring that the rope was biting into his skin painfully. He didn't like the look the brunette gave Ryou, he didn't like it at all.
"What's wrong? Is Malik jealous?" Honda mocked, before snarling angrily and stalking over to the blond. "I knew him longer than you have, made more passes at him than I could count, and he didn't even realize it! Then, you come along out of nowhere, and take him away along with his yami and your psycho other half!" He slapped Malik across the face. "None of you deserve him! You're all worthless nobodies!"
Malik winced at the slap, but continued to glower at Honda, lashing out with his feet. Honda stepped back and smirked, once again hitting Malik on the same cheek.
"I'm going to enjoy beating the living shit out of you. Then, once I'm done. I'm going to fuck Ryou. I'm going to prove that only I deserve someone like him!" Honda laughed at the horrified look Malik gave him, and cracked his knuckles. He walked behind Malik and picked up the discarded needle that he set down before he moved Ryou. He calmly pressed it into the blonde's neck, ignoring the weak struggles, and smirked.
Malik's vision suddenly started to become hazy. He felt his muscles go weak and limp, and realized with panic that he couldn't control any of his limbs.
"Being part of a street gang at one time, can have it's advantages, you know." He said happily, throwing the syringe away on the floor. "You wouldn't believe what kind of drugs you can get before they go out on market. This, for example, causes you're body to become immobile, and you're mind all fuzzy. But, at the same time, you are aware of exactly what's going around you." Honda grinned. "You can also feel pain."
Malik barely had time to register the last words Honda said when a fist came crashing into his stomach. He choked behind the gag, his eyes wide. He tried to move, but couldn't even lift a finger, and his head dropped limply until his chin hit his chest.
"How's it feel, Malik?" Honda scoffed, punching him in the face again. "Huh? How's it feel to be treated like shit? Isn't that the way you treated us when you first came here?"
Malik whimpered, Honda's words ringing in his head.
"You deserve this!" Honda kicked him. "You deserve everything I'm doing to you!"
The blond hikari cried out, knowing that what the other teenager was saying was true. He did deserve this…He was worthless. He hurt people, and now it was time to pay the price. As Honda continued his harsh words, Malik's mind slowly started to shut down, sinking deeper into his subconscious, leaving nothing but an empty shell behind.
"How much longer, twerp?" Bakura snapped for the third time since they started out, gazing at the back of Yugi's head angrily from his seat in the back of the car.
"Not much further, the cabin is a only a few more miles away."
"Can't you drive any faster, Isis?" Marik prodded anxiously, his fingers fidgeting nervously as he sat squished next to Bakura.
They had taken Isis's car, which only had four seats in it, not including the driver's. So, Yami had agreed, reluctantly, to go back into the puzzle, leaving Yugi up in front and Rishid, Bakura, and Marik to all squish together in the back, Marik preferring to stay as far away from the elder Ishtar as possible.
"I'm going as fast as I can go on this road, Marik." Isis said stonily, eyeing the yami warily in the review mirror. "I want to get to my brother and Ryou just as much as you seem to."
Marik opened his mouth to retort when suddenly his hand shot to his chest, his mouth gaping and eyes opening wide. Bakura grabbed onto the other worriedly, hearing soft whimpers escape from the yami's mouth.
Malik! Something was wrong with his hikari!
"Marik? What's wrong?" He asked urgently, Marik's body beginning to shiver in his arms. He cried out and buried his head into the crook of Bakura's neck, struggling to hold back his tears.
"Malik! It's happening again! J-Just like before, only, only worse!" Marik clenched his eyes shut, feeling waves of mental angst through the link, his soul feeling like it was being torn apart. "Bakura! It hurts! Make it stop!"
Bakura could only hold the suffering dark in his arms and murmur comforting words to him. He felt his heart breaking at each of Marik's wails and whimpers, trying hard not to break down himself.
"Shh, Marik, it's gonna be okay. Malik will be fine…" Bakura murmured, kissing the spiky haired yami's face gently, rubbing soothing circles on his back. "Ryou and Malik will be okay, I know it…" Whether he was saying those words to reassure Marik or himself, he didn't know, just continued to repeat them, closing his eyes rocking back and forth, his lover still quivering in his arms, both unaware of the three shocked pairs of eyes on them.
"We'll get them back…I promise…"
Chibi B: Oooh! Cliiiiiffie! And I'm probably not gonna update this for a while! ::hides:: Erm, don't hurt me?
Taski: Idiot.
Chibi B: That I am! Okay, I'll try super, super, SUPER hard to work on this more! I actually finished the last part at, um, 4 in the morning. Hehe. Odd how inspiration strikes when you're sleep deprived..
Anywho, please R&R! I don't want it to seem like I'm begging...(Which I probably am) But, it's really nice to read all your comments! And it reminds me that HA still exists...Hehe...Okies, until next time! Ja ne!