Okay, so there Mariku is, dancing with some girl who forced him to get off of his ass and do something with himself instead of moping around. Just because he was FORCED (notice its capitalized) does not mean that he is bisexual by any means, in fact, he hates girls and can barely stand them, no offense if it somehow offends. Just thought I would make that clear. Whoa! Yay! There are officially more than one hundred reviews! Something I dreamed about, but I'm weird like that. Thanks to all of you that read/review this story. I'm glad you've all enjoyed it so far. I'll shut up now and let you get to the story, alright? Cya at the bottom!
Another song followed up the last and everyone was cheering for Mariku and his dancing partner, Missy, who had both done quite well for newcomers to the dance floor. Missy bowed and then forcefully bent Mariku forwards so that he could bow as well. The man almost fell over because of it.
Ryou took Megan's hand and escorted her out to the floor and commenced in dancing with the lovely ruby haired woman. Mariku stood straight and glared at Missy for a moment and then took a deep breath to calm himself. "Listen, I'm leaving. Thanks, but no thanks for the dance." He started to walk off, but then found himself being held back by his arm.
He peered back over his shoulder and saw the young woman clinging to his arm for what seemed to be for dear life. "What the hell are you doing? Let go." He commanded. Missy gave him a sort of puppy-eyed look with her lower lip quivering for added effect, of which it had none on Mariku. "I said I'm done."
"One more dance won't kill you." Regardless of Mariku was going to have done, he was pulled back to the middle of the dance floor and was made to start dancing again to the new beat. It wasn't fast or slow, but in between.
Mariku danced with a displeased grimace glued to his features, but Missy had on a large and satisfied smile on her face. She chanced to giggle once and a while when Mariku had twirled her around.
Missy glanced back at Ryou and Megan who were dancing near them again and saw that they had picked up on some very suggestive moves and were playing it out. Missy thought this would be a good time to try something new and started to play it out with Mariku who's eyes grew wide and his expression was of surprise and sudden embarrasement.
"Cease this foolishness immediately," He said as quietly as he could to her over the blaring speakers in the room. Missy completely ignored his command and started slinging her way down his waist and leg. Mariku yanked her up by her arm and stared at her with a twitch in his right eye. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Having fun," she simply replied and started getting into something more suggestive with him. Mariku was barely moving and this proved to be no more fun than before. Missy looked back to Megan and said something to her.
Just then, the two girls twirled past eachother into the other man's arms. Megan was with Mariku and Missy was now with Ryou. Mariku seemed to be the more confused one and wasn't sure what had just happened and didn't think it very funny in any way.
Megan had calmed her suggestivness down quite a bit seeing as Mariku wasn't into that and danced more slowly for him so they could possibly talk. "Um…Hello." Mariku stammered unsure of what further he could say at this moment in time. Megan smiled sweetly at Mariku and put her arms around his neck as she danced with him.
"What's up?" Missy inquired of Ryou as she delved more deeply into her new suggestive moves that she had picked up from watching Chris. "Nothing at all, just dancing. What of you?" He inquired back of her. "Ditto," was her ditzy reply.
"I'm Megan just so you know. And don't worry, I won't make you dance in any suggestive way." She smiled at him, but received no smile from the egyptian. "Are you all right?" She lowered her arms a touch and looked at him a little more closely.
"Its nothing." Mariku replied. "I can tell that there is something bothering—" Mariku tore away from Megan and walked off of the dance floor. He hurried to his table to grab his belongings and walked out of the club and onto the street. Megan chased out after him and called to him, but he had disappeared into the darkness of the night. She shrugged and went back inside.
Mariku had gone off into a nearby darkened alleyway and was sat in the dirt leaning against the side of the building. "Nothing is wrong….nothing at all…" A tear escaped his lavender eyes and streamed down his handsomely tanned features.
Suddenly, Mariku's stomach bellowed a hungry cry for food. The egyptian went through his money purse, but he had spent all of his currency on drinks at the night club. He slumped down and moaned a little. He hadn't eaten since breakfast, and putting all of his energy into dancing hadn't helped the situation.
Just then, a well-dressed man walked by the alley. Mariku watched him as he walked by and spotted the square shaped lump in his back pocket which he assumed was a money-filled wallet.
Mariku pulled the egyptian cloth over his face and crept out of the shadowed alley and up behind the man. "Hello," He greeted and pulled the wallet out of the other's pocket, bolting off in a direction opposite the man.
The silhoutted figure instantly noticed this and took up chase. Mariku pulled down and baskets and carts to make it harder for the other to keep up with him.Amazingly the other was able to leap over every hurdle and was catching up quickly to Mariku.
Getting tired of chasing him, he leapt forward and tackled the conceiled figure to the ground. He was finally able to snatch away the wallet, but with a bit of trouble. "Don't under estimate the people you steal from." The man said and stood up off of Mariku.
The egyptian swung his leg around and knocked the shorter man back down and again tackled him to the get the wallet away. The struggling man thrust up his knee into Mariku groin and knocked him over with a pained sound whispering from his lips.
The man resumed his height and started to run to get away from Mariku. The egyptian snapped his fingers, and the shorter figure was now hovering in the air upside down. Mariku regained his own height with some trouble and sort of limped over painfully to the hovering one, his hood falling back revealing his face. He didn't care at the moment, he more preferred to slaughter the man that had fought back and injured him in the process.
"Give it up! Put me down Mariku Ishtar!" His victim said in a raised tone. "What?" He said surprised a bit and corked his brow. "How do you know my name?"
"I never forget a face…" Mariku snapped his fingers again and dropped the shorter male into a heap on the ground. "Who the hell are you?" The male rose to his feet and brushed the dust from his tight leather outfit that defined his body well. "I doubt my name is of any importance to you anymore. So, if you will just excuse me I have to leave."
Mariku grabbed him tightly by the arm. "Okay, well, if you won't give me a name, at least give me your wallet." He held out his hand and waited for the wallet to be placed. His hand was slapped away by the smaller male who pulled himself free of Mariku's grasp. "Why is my name so important to you when my yami's name is probably of more value? Then again, you probably don't care anymore."
Mariku backed away a step and looked as if he had seen a ghost or something bizzare such as that. "You're Ryou…..aren't you?" He stammered and choked as he tried to free those words that he had not spoken for such a long time.
"Good-bye Mariku. Perhaps we will run into eachother under better conditions." He walked away slowly leaving Mariku behind the dark of the night. "Wait! Where is he?" Mariku called behind, but Ryou ignored him and disappeared out of sight.
Mariku got a little jittery in his actions. He couldn't decide whether to follow Ryou or to just go home. He wanted to see Bakura, but what if Bakura didn't want anything to do with him? It could break his heart, or he could save himself the heart break and just not follow the little one.
He ended up following Ryou, but not very closely, just enough to be able to spot him. On Ryou's way he stopped to talk with several people he knew very well, and even picked up a few things for meal and clothing purposes. Mariku had been following him around the city for at least an hour and was growing tired of following him.
Just then, Ryou turned up the pathway to a large home and walked in, locking the door behind himself. Mariku played on the knob for a moment before he realized he'd never get in that way. He wandered around the side of the house and looked for a way in. He glanced up higher than he wanted to and saw an open window that seemed to be screaming his name.
He shrugged and started to climb up the clay brick wall. Ryou set down all of his purchases and wandered up to the second floor to see if he could find Bakura anywhere. "Bakura? Are you here?" He wandered down the hallway to Bakura's room and opened the door. He walked in further to see if Bakura was hiding somewhere that he wasn't looking. "Bakura?"
"So, I see you are home already?" Ryou glanced over his shoulder and spotted Bakura standing in the doorway, leant up against the paneling. Outside of the house, Mariku had finally reached the window and was looking about it madly. "Where is he?" He thought to himself. He could hear the two voices from another part of the house and looked about for another window to climb to.
"Oh, there you are. I was just wanting to tell you that I was home, but I guess you know already." The innocent hikari smiled at his yami with his head at a slant and his arms held behind his back. "Whatever…" Bakura returned with little interest in his tone.
Ryou walked by him to go put the grocery items away, Bakura stalking behind him to the kitchen to get something to eat. "You know, you really need to get out more…you should come to the club with me sometime. I mean, we did make that place together and you haven't even bothered to visit it yet." Ryou stated whilst putting away the many food items.
Bakura snatched the fruit in Ryou's hand from him and bit into it. "I don't have to go anywhere." Just then, a large crashing noise was heard from outside. Both yami and hikari went to a window in the kitchen to look out. It was really too dark to see anything.
"Do you see anything, Bakura?" Ryou inquired as his eyes scanned over the street. "I don't." Bakura replied. They both shrugged and drew away from the window.
Poor Mariku, not far from that window, had landed on a few clay pots below the window and was laying there in pain. "Ow…" He muttered and sat up rubbing his lower back.
Ryou closed the pantry door and turned to Bakura who was leant against the marble counter behind him, near the sink. Bakura had changed quite a bit as his hikari had. He had the same short hair cut; and he was wearing a short sleeved black t-shirt, and black lounging pants. "You should come to the club. Maybe, it would help to get certain things and people off of your mind."
"I don't think so." He replied with his mouth full. "Oh come on! You know all of the dance moves that I do, and you would have a good time…" Ryou tried to persuade his yami.
Bakura stood away from the counter with his back turned to his hikari, and his brow on the twitch. "Fine! Just stop bugging the hell out of me…and I will consider it…" Ryou smiled knowing he had most likely won that battle. "Good, you will have fun.
Mariku had left Bakura's house dissatisfied and sulking, doing the same when he returned to his home. Malik had seen his yami come in and heard him go upstairs, shutting both doors behind himself. He saw how upset and how sad Mariku was and decided it best to leave him alone, but then again, Malik wasn't one to do that and he wanted to know everything about his yami and what he felt and thought. This curiosity had come about after they had left Japan.
He ventured up to Mariku's room and opened the door just enough to poke his head in, seeing his yami tossed onto his side on the king-sized bed, his back to the doors.
"Are you okay, Mariku?" The smaller male slipped into the room and closed the second door to the room. Mariku sighed and looked back over his shoulder at his hikari. "I don't know…" He simply and quietly answered.
Malik saw that Mariku's room had clothing scattered all over the floor. He began picking each article of cloth up and was folding what was cleaning and putting what was dirtied into the nearby hamper in his closet. "Hey, I heard about this awesome club. I'll go with you if you—"
"Get off my fucking back." Mariku grumbled.
"Fine, well, I am going so you can make your own dinner." Malik left without saying anymore to his yami and went to get a little more dressed up before he left. Sure, it was quite late, and dark outside, but Malik hadn't been out of the house all day and he needed to go do something fun.
Well, I have gone far enough for this chapter. Hope you enjoyed it somewhat. I appologize if my writing skills have gone down the drain, but I was kinda rushed to get this typed up. Lata!