Hello all of you wonderful reviewers! Thank you for the wonderful reviews I received regaurding this fanfic! I feel all fuzzy inside, jk. Anyhoo, there was something I wanted to mention before continuing on. I don't want to lose anyone with what is happening. Throughout the fic, Mariku's emotions go a little crazy. Sometimes he acts a little too nice, or he's angry, its like he has multiple personalities or something. Its just this whole love thing that is screwing with his emotions. I just thought you would like to know. Peace, love, and padded walls!
Mariku walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind. He put his fist through the tan colored wall adjacent to the bedroom door.
Bakura layed back and put both hands behind his head. Mariku removed his clenched fist from the wall and walked back into the warm bedroom. Bakura closed his eyes and waited for round two to begin. Mariku slowly approached.
His clenched fist met with Bakura's bare stomach. Bakura balled up in pain.
"What the hell was that for!?"
"For ruining everything!" Mariku retorted.
"You are the one to blame, you stupid bastard!" Bakura shot back.
The white-haired egyptian stood from the bed and buttoned his shirt up missing a few buttons, but not caring right now. "I'm leaving now-" Two fingers snapped. The door shut and locked itself. "I was fully prepared to fuck you, and you don't fucking care!" Mariku yelled. "Why should I care about a piece of shit who screws everything over?" Bakura combed his fingers through his entangled tendrils to separate the mess that was his hair.
"You really piss me off. You messed up my fucking life, and you continue to bother me and not leave me the hell alone!" Bakura found himself yelling.
Mariku lashed out at Bakura with the still clenched fist. "Would you stop beating the shit out of me!?" Bakura again yelled. Mariku threw him to the ground and pinned him down. "No!"
"You are so fucking annoying!" Bakura screamed and struggled. The tomb keeper kissed Bakura again, but for a shorter while. He teleported himself to the tall ceiling where he sat in a huff. "You're such a damn baby…" Bakura mumbled.
"Shut up…"
"No wonder I hate you…you are a baby, just like my Hikari…" Bakura stood and walked towards the door. Mariku appeared before him in a flash and again struck him, knocking him again to the floor. "Don't ever compare me to a Hikari…especially yours," Mariku hissed.
"It's the truth, Mariku. You are weak and useless…" Bakura continued to taunt.
"Shut up!" Mariku growled. He wrapped his hands around Bakura's neck in a fit of rage in an attempt to choke him. Bakura kicked Mariku in the groin. The blow caused him to release the robber's neck and fall to the ground in obvious pain. "Damn…you…."Mariku cursed through his pain.
Bakura stood from the floor and dusted his shirt off as if something were actually there. He bent down next to Mariku and looked at him crossly. "Stop acting like an ass and just leave me alone." He turned and was gone from the master bedroom. Mariku couldn't help but feel hatred towards Bakura and Ryou.
"This is all of his fault," Mariku thought to himself. He teleported himself to Bakura's wreck of a house and searched out the hiding Hikari. Ryou was in his room cowering in the far corner to the right near a fogged up window. Mariku approached him slowly looking quite angry for some reason unknown to the Hikari. The sandy-blond attacked him, turning him into a bloody pulp.
"This is all your fault, you little bastard!" Mariku accused in a raised tone. He stood and brutally kicked the white haired male who was balled up with his arms over his head. "He only cares for you!" Mariku continued to vent. Ryou's eyes flooded with tears of pain that streamed down his thin face and plummeted to the blood stained carpet.
Through the bond Bakura shared with Ryou, he could feel the pain of the helpless Hikari. "Damn him…" he cursed as he picked up his pace and was now running towards his home.
Mariku leaned back with the shaking Hikari in his arms held tightly to his chest. He himself was shedding a few tears of his own. Bakura threw the front door open and bolted upstairs. He managed to tear the beaten boy from Mariku's arms and set him aside carefully.
With his newfound anger, he began beating Mariku like he had never beaten anyone in his life. Mariku curled up as the pain he was being dealt was now more real and strongly felt.
"Don't you ever touch my Hikari!" The enraged robber yelled at Mariku, still throwing his share of punches. Mariku felt sick to his stomach and was feeling a little dizzy as well. "He's all I fucking have! He's my Hikari damn it!" Bakura continued to vent his own anger towards the other egyptian.
The tomb keeper's body had gone limp and he had fallen unconscious. He later awoke in a warm bed. A blurred figure was sitting nearby, calling his name as he was coming to. His vision cleared revealing his own worried Hikari looming over him. "What do you want?" the groggy male inquired.
"You're awake!" Malik exclaimed with relief flooding over him.
"Big deal…" Mariku looked away from Malik and sighed deeply.
"Don't say that, Mariku…" Malik knelt down my the bed in an adorable way and looked at Mariku. "Do you want to beat me?"
"No…I'm not in the mood."
Malik's eyes widened in surprise. Mariku didn't want to beat him? He was not in the mood? Malik found this all hard to believe. "I just want….Bakura…" Mariku thought to himself. "He deserves to be beaten…or at least shot." The keeper thought aloud this time. For the first time ever, Malik smacked his violent yami across the face without truly thinking. "Just leave them alone! They obviously don't want to be bothered and you should respect their wishes!" Malik continued.
"So…you are there side?" Mariku questioned while glaring at his Hikari. Malik didn't know what to say and if he did what should he say or not say in the presence of his yami. Mariku back-handed the smaller male. He stood, preparing his fist to strike again, but stopped. He had a thougth of a way to kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. An evil smirk graced Mariku with its presence.
Bakura had just gotten into the shower, making things all too easy for Mariku. He was vulnerable and just happened to be without clothing which was merely a bonus. The tomb keeper entered the shower without Bakura's notice. His clothing was drenched and sticking to his firm body. The view was not bad from behind, but he had other things on his agenda that had to be done first.
Bakura had finally taken notice of his presence, but continued his shower regardless. He didn't care that Mariku was staring at his perfected body.
"Haven't you fucked my life up enough for one day?" Bakura calmly spoke.
Mariku's purple orbs narrowed. He pushed Bakura against the wall fo the shower, holding Bakura there. His eyes were filled with a passionate hate towards him. He reached down for the knobs of the shower turning off the cold water completely and turning the hot water on full blast.
The temperature quickly rose to that of what boiling water would be. Bakura was pushed into the heated water and held there. The robber was quietly controlling himself as the sensation of pain coursed through his body. He wanted to scream bloody murder. Bakura finally had his fill and pushed Mariku back so that he could escape the scolding water.
"By all rights I should kill you Bakura…." Mariku threatened.
"Then quit stalling," he said impatiently.
If this was how he was to die, it was to be done quickly. Mariku did not take any action. Instead, he disapeared, dropping Bakura into the bottom of the bathtub, leaving him unconscious. He felt horrible for what he had done. He returned home to grab his coat then took a short walk to the school yard near his luxurious mansion.
He took the time to build snowmen physically identical to the robber and his Hikari. He stared deeply into the charcoal eyes of the taller snowman, which was supposed to be Bakura. "You brought this on yourself. You just needed a reminder of who you are dealing with…." Mariku muttered. He paced back and forth, continually staring at the Boku snowman.
"I wish your Hikari would disappear and-" Mariku paused as a twisted plan ran through his mind. He leapt high into the air and kicked the head of the Ryou snowman cleanly off. He landed like a cat and was smirking. He teleported back to Bakura's house, and up to Ryou's bedroom once again. The small bruised male was quitely combing his snowy white tendrils.
"We need to talk," the egyptians voice sounded from behind the fragile boy. Ryou turned to see Mariku standing near the door so he couldn't escape. Mariku backed Ryou into a dark corner of his room.
"Wh-What are you doing here, Mariku?" the smaller male quivered in fear.
"I need to appologize…" he whispered.
Ryou was a little shocked that the tough yami was appologizing. Mariku leaned in a little closer to him. "I'm sorry you won't be around later…" he continued. Ryou looked confused by the comment the yami had just made. Behind him a dark portal stirred to wake. "Allow me," Mariku smirked in his own twisted way just for Ryou before pushing him into the black portal and sealing him away in the shadow realm. He a disappeared with the twisted smile still in play.