Warning: strong-ish language
/ - With Yuugi - /
The bitter scowl of his face darkened. The door clanged shut, taking with it all the sunlight that streamed in through its threshold. Muffles voices streamed in through the wood. Clang The room was completely dark, devoid of light, and as silent as night itself, although it was apparent that noon had only just surfaced. The scowl melted into a frown.
Were they out again? Ra…the fifth day in a row.
Yuugi shook his head and screwed his eyes shut in an attempt to block out the world. Memories flooded into his mind as torrents of a rushing stream. It was funny. All the memories that burnt into his eyelids were of him. He was giggling, smiling, chatting…being Yuugi Motou. Damn them all. Yuugi knew that lies were nothing to dwell on. Damn those memories. It was all lies.
Amethyst eyes snapped open. Yes, lies. Yuugi did not giggle- he chuckled darkly at peoples' stupidity and misfortunes. He did not smile- he smirked at his own little blood and gore-filled thoughts. He did not chat- he mostly stayed silent, save the time he took to badmouth people, swear at people, and plot alongside chosen people. And he did not be Yuugi Motou. He was no longer the preppy, little youth with the naïve innocence that obviously glittered around him.
Why, you ask? Because of them. Them. Jou, Anzu, Honda, Ryou, Malik... and Yami. Ever since Yami had managed to acquire a physical body of his own, they had all begun to drift away from the violet-eyed tenshi...and closer to the said dark. Why, damn it, why?
But it wasn't like he needed them- anymore. He had his own friends, if you could call them that.
Ah- speak of the devil(s). Yuugi grinned- a devil-like grin, really, with his fang-like teeth bared. The door burst open, blasted right off its hinges. There was a glint in the darkness, and a whirring hum, much like a blade slicing through air. Raising an eyebrow, Yuugi lifted his right arm up, fingers hovering over her eyes. Ah- he should have known.
A dribble of blood dripped down his wrist from where the seven-inch blade had cut into his palm. He held his hand up in front of his face, putting it against the sunlight that blasted in through the doorway, making it look like his hand was actually glowing.
Elegant eyebrow still raised, he lowered his hand and cleared his throat. "What kind of greeting is that?"
A distorted voice, thick with malice and satisfaction, filled the air. "The one of your one and only Thief King, Baku-Baku-chan."
Yuugi could not see his visitors, seeing that they had not entered the house yet, but he could definitely tell what they were doing. There were noises of metal against flesh, metal against metal, metal falling to the ground, and finally metal against flesh again. He could only guess dear Baku-Baku-chan and the infamous Marikku were outside, and the Thief was slashing Marik shitless with a knife/dagger/blade/razor/kantana. But of course, what muffled things he could hear also gave it away.
"Do not EVER in your ENTIRE life call me 'Baku-Baku-chan,' you worthless piece of crap!"
"Baku-chan, then?" Another metal against flesh noise- three quick slashes, actually. "Damn."
"Come on in," Yuugi called out, still on his seat on the couch.
And predictably, Bakura "Baku-Baku-chan" Ryou and Marik "Marikku" Ishtar walked in- erk- well Marik limped, but that doesn't really matter.
"Damn, midget, who turned out the lights?"
"Well, I had a feeling you'd be coming. If the lights were on, then I'd have the punishment of seeing your face, 'Kura," Yuugi replied idly.
Like the thief he was (or was supposed to be), Bakura appeared in a flash in back of the couch Yuugi was lounging in. He gripped the smaller teen by the crown of bi-colored hair and lifted him up a few inches, so that they were eye-to-eye, and gave him his darkest glare. It slowly melted into a wicked smirk. "So the midget's gained a backbone, eh?"
Yuugi glared back, biting his lower lip.
And then as if this were normal, they both burst out in dark laughter. Beacause yes, this was normal.
Bakura dropped Yuugi back onto the couch and hopped over its high back. "Oh, and you can't call me 'Kura either, pipsqueak." He delivered a blow on the younger teen's cheek that would have made even Ushio stumble.
Yuugi winced and rubbed the spot. "Ah, well, you can't have everything in life, can ya?"
"Terribly sorry to ruin the love scene, guys, but not everyone here appreciates your-"
"Go fuck yourself," Bakura retorted.
Marik rolled his eyes and limped over to a loveseat opposite to Yuugi and Bakura. He just stared at the two vaguely, and they stared back.
"This is ludicrous," the platnium gold-haired yami sneered. "Are we just going to sit here all day?"
"We can go to the ice cream parlor- I mean- to the... park."
Yuugi stared strangely at the albino yami. "Did you just say you wanted to go to the ice cream-?" He was interrupted when the albino picked him up by the hood of his sweatshirt and hauled him over the back of the couch.
"C'mon, squirt, we're going to the...park."
Marik, however, was quietly guffawing at Bakura's little slip. He strode alongside Bakura and Yuugi (who was still being carried by the scruff of his neck by Bakura) as they all walked out the door. The fallen door, which was still on the ground, collecting dust, was given no heed and they all hopped into Marik's jeep, Yuugi squirming, feet still inches off the ground ("Damn it, you ass, I can't freakin' breathe.").
/ - With Yami - /
Was it him, or was Yuugi getting morbid? He had never really noticed it before, because he was always out with his new friends, but he had just realized Yuugi looked darker than before. He always wore black, baggy clothing, instead of the usual dark blue and black leather they both usually wore. Come to think of it, black, baggy clothing was known throughout America (from what he had heard from Jou, who had lived in New York for over half his life) as 'gangsta' clothing. And these 'gangsters' usually shot people. Wait- this was Yuugi he was talking about. The little boy wouldn't hurt a fly.
But still, the way he acted just before Yami left the house made him shudder.
Yami just realized how dark and silent it was. With his hand still resting on the doorknob, he looked over his shoulder. He jumped. "Yuugi?" And yes, there was Yuugi. He was sitting on the couch, in the dark, tossing something silver up into the air, and catching it again.
When the younger teen heard Yami, he quickly grabbed the thing out of mid-air and hid it behind his back. He looked guilty for a moment, but retorted in a low, un-Yuugi-like way, "No, I'm your reflection. Don't you remember stickin' a mirror in the middle of the living room?"
"Um..." Was he joking? "Er...why are you sitting in the dark?" Yami asked. He had a few minutes to spare before the gang would come. It just occurred to him that maybe Yuugi would want to come. Would he?
"I like the dark," came the short, cold reply.
"Say, we're all going out, to just hang, and yeah... Do you want to come?"
"No." Why was he acting so distant?
"Are you sure you don't want to come?"
"Are you sure you don't need a hearing aid?" Why was he acting so rude?
"Yams!" came the yell from outside. "Yo, Yams! Hurry it up, would ya?" Jou was calling him 'Yams' again. Oh joy.
"Well...I'm going now."
"I've inferred that."
"Bye-"
"Just go. Shut the door when you're out." Ouch. That one had hurt.
Yami turned away and opened the door. He stepped out. Should he do something about Yuugi? Yami's eyes traveled over to Honda's ride. Everyone had managed to squish in (Ra only knows how; it was a convertible) and they were all waving for him to hurry up. A smile twitched on the yami's lips. He would get to Yuugi later.
"Yami!" Anzu's voice snapped him from his reverie.
"Hai?"
"C'mon! Everyone's by the lake already."
Yami shuddered. Last time he had gone to the park lake, he had fallen into the water. Oh the humiliation of drowning in garbage-infested muck... "Okay then, Anzu." He followed her to the lake, carefully edging away from the water's edge as he did.
The entire gang was there. Jou was sopping wet, dripping in what looked suspiciously like the park lake's garbage-infested muck, and Honda was splashed from his chest to his knees in it, too. Ryou was leaning on Malik for support, for he was laughing his ass off, but Malik was off no better.
Yami arched an eyebrow. Anzu giggled and intertwined his arm in hers. They strolled towards the group and watched in disgusted humor as Jou and Honda wrung out their shirts.
Suddenly, Ryou and Malik stopped laughing.
Yami, surprised by their sudden change, unlatched Anzu from his arm and stared off in the direction where the two hikaris were staring. He caught his breath and snapped, "Shut up, everyone. Look!"
Honda stopped giving Jou a headlock, and Jou stopped elbowing the brunette's stomach. They looked over.
All the way on the other side of the lake was Bakura, Marik...and YUUGI? Oh dear Ra, there was Yuugi, standing beside the Thief.
Yami growled. What were those two doing next to his hikari? His aibou?
"C'mon, let's go," Ryou said, his voice edged with anger.
"I want to see what they're doing to my aibou!" Yami cried.
"That's what we're going to do, baka," Malik snapped. He grabbed Yami by the Puzzle and dragged him to a tree about a quarter the way to the three people.
"Let go of my Puzzle, little petty thief-"
"Shut up, Yami," Ryou snapped in an un-Ryou way. He grabbed Yami by his spikes and pulled him the rest of the length to the two yamis and hikari. Well not to, for the trio had moved over to a clearing behind a park bench, where there were sakura trees and thick hedges. A perfect place, in Yami's opinion, for the hedges served as a sufficient hiding spot.
Yami and the two hikaris ducked down behind the shrubs nearest to their counterparts. They peered in through a hole in the leaves when a flump sound reached their ears. Ryou looked over and sweatdropped.
Jou was spread eagle on his stomach, with Anzu sitting contentedly on his back. Honda was scratching his head and apparently wondering if he should intervene.
Malik rolled his eyes and beckoned them all over. The three were in perfect view of Bakura, Marik, and Yuugi if they glanced in their direction.
There were some quiet yelping, shoving, and leaves falling off the hedge before the group of six was finally in place. Yami was getting impatient. "Okay- you're all in your places. So shut up and let me listen."
Yuugi was standing idly in his baggy black jeans and sweatshirt with his hands in his pocket. Marik was yelling something about 'stupid bakas' and whapping Bakura with a 'Do Not Feed Ducks' sign. Bakura was laughing maniacally, trying to block the blows.
"Hey, at least I know how to smuggle an AK 47 in from the good old U.S. Ain't that right, Yuu-chan?" The albino yami reached over and grabbed the hood of Yuugi's sweater, hauling him over closer to the two.
Yami growled possessively.
Yuugi squirmed. "Oh, now I'm Yuu-chan, am I?" He pulled himself from Bakura's grip and crossed his arms. "Gee thanks, Baku-Baku-chan."
Yami gasped. 'Yuu-can'? 'Baku-Baku-Kura-chan'? What was up with THAT?
"I told you not to call me that," Bakura snarled, eyes glinting malevolently.
The fist flew at Yuugi's gut so quickly Yami and the gang couldn't see it. They did see the aftermath. Yuugi went flying a foot or two and into Marik. They both collapsed into the ground. The six behind the hedges all gasped in surprise, everyone but Ryou and Malik too preoccupied with the fact that Yuugi was hit to see the genuine grin on the young duelist's face. The two hikaris exchanged confused glances.
"Get off me, runt," Marik said, pushing himself up and grabbing Yuugi by his hood so that they were both up- Yuugi a few inches off the ground.
Yuugi squirmed like he had with Bakura. "What is with everyone and grabbing me by my hood?"
"Hn," Bakura mused, "we're trying to make you grow."
Yuugi rolled his eyes and twisted out of Marik's hold. "Bastards..." he muttered.
Yami gasped. Since when did his aibou swear?
Bakura laughed. "Damned midget."
"I'm only a...foot...shorter than you," Yuugi defended indignantly as he held up his right hand, picking unconcernedly at his nails.
Marik howled in response. "A foot? Dear Ra!" His eyes traveled over to Yuugi's hand.
Yami looked at it too. Red. There was blood seeping out through his hand. What had those damned darks done to his light?
Marik grinned fiendishly. He slid over to Yuugi and grabbed the younger teen's wrist. He ran a thumb across Yuugi's cut, grin widening when crimson-colored blood dyed the finger red. Without warning, he slid his tongue over his thumb, licking the blood off it.
Yuugi arched an eyebrow, whilst Bakura laughed at his face.
"Vampire," Yuugi said, wrenching his wrist from Marik's grip.
"Elf," Marik countered simply.
"Demon."
"Nymph."
"Dragon."
"Starfish."
"Albino!"
Marik and Yuugi stared at Bakura, who grinned as sheepishly as a person with fangs could. The albino yami rubbed the back of his neck as Ryou sweatdropped.
"Is that my yami?" Ryou whispered more to himself than to anyone else.
"C'mon, Oh Great Demonic Vampire of the Dragons, erm...'Albino', we've been at this happy place too long."
"Aye-aye, uh… Nymphotic, Starfishy Elf-kid…?" Marik experimented, making a totally ass of himself.
Bakura ignored Yuugi's new, stupid name and nodded. Both he and Marik locked eyes over Yuugi's head and cracked into identical grins. They each grabbed Yuugi by his hood and dragged him, so that the teen's feet were trailing along after him, out of the clearing ("Lemme go. Argh- no one grows like this, bakas!").
When the rustling of leaves and grass and Yuugi's indignant protests faded away, Yami and the gang leapt up angrily. "What were they doing with my aibou? They have corrupted him! Who gave them the right to touch him? Drag him by the hood? They could have choked him! I will Mind Crush them so bad-" He looked over at Malik and Ryou.
Ryou looked broodingly at his shoelaces as Malik kicked a tree trunk nearby. "I don't get why he was hanging out with them," he thought aloud as a shower of leaves decended upon his head.
"You don't? I do! They've brainwashed him! I'll bet they threatened him or something!"
'Then why was he smiling...?' both Ryou and Malik thought.
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Killah: OOC-ness for all. /huggles Yuugi/
Yuugi: Yo foo', hands off da merchandise. /jingles 'bling bling'/
Killah: T.T Not that OOC...
Okay- there is no threatening, blackmailing, or tricking of any sort in Yuugi's decision to befriend Marik and Bakura. The end. Next chapter comes out in a year and three months. /grins/
2,560 words! SCORE! I'm surprised, actually. This is the first fic that I've typed up without writing it in a notebook. O.o I just sat down, started typing, and BAM- here it is…
Um…reviews, please? If you don't understand something (I tend to confuse people because my stuff don't make sense…o.o), or you want to point out my faults (so, so many… /shakes head/), drop a review! I need a genre. First I'll type out the second chapter and figure out a plot (I don't have one yet… o.o;;). Then I'll ask you guys what you think the genre should be. For now, I'll keep it general. And if you think the title sucks, join the club. /is in the club/ Suggest one if you wish. /huggles/ Tell me to stop if you hate the story. Now I must jet. JA. /wink/