I thank my reviewers thought I didn't expect Chibi B to review my story because that author's stories are so popular. Thank you very much. That makes me happy and makes me feel that my story is acutally decent. I also thank people who are reading the story and not reviewing, but are emailing. I won't say there names because I don't want to embarrass them. It's ok though if any of you had any questions I could always email you. I know this story seems boring to some people, but give it time.
Now I am questioning myself about who is suppose to be the dominant one and who isn't . It is so hard to make any of these characters summissive especially since after seeing Yami Bakura vs Yami Malik duel they both seem domiant. I loved that duel. Yami Bakura was basically asking for a death wish. The duel is what inspired me to writng this story and also actually where I got the idea from except in this story it is three years after they dueled on the Battle Ship and Yami Bakura wants revenge on Yami Malik. I hinted at that, but didn't put it up in the summary because I wanted to simply it.
Disclamier:I don't owe Yugioh. Do I have to put up an disclaimer for every chapter?
WARNING: There is some touching and kissing involved. I think it is either lime or something else. I don't know what it is exactlly called because I am not familar with the "love terms" yaoi authors use. I am new to this after all.
Yami and hikari mental links. I know its about time I mentioned them.
Bakuraand Ryou/
Mariku and Malik
On with the story.
The sky was dark now and the clouds swirled into dark rays of thunder as rain began to splatter on the ground. The path was becoming more slipperly and Akura felt himself sliding half way down on the way because of the wet surface of the rain. This seem to amuse Mariku even more.
Yami Bakura pushed his body back from the wall and was wondering to actually kiss his enemy.what he was doing and shook his head as if wondering what came over him to actually do that. At this moment he was in a very vulnerable position and he did not like it one bit. He tried very hard to force Yami Malik's chest up so he wouldn't be squashing him into the wall and gain freedom from his clutches. It did not help. For a brief second Bakura thought of letting Ryou take over so he could at least get away from the crazed mentially enstranged pyschopath. He pushed that thought aside since he knew Ryou would probably freeze instead of running away from the darker half of Malik.
For some reason Mariku seem to be watching the darkness form from the clouds and seem somewhat comfortable to make another advance on his victim. Akura knew that Mariku loved the darkness and would be uncomfortable and simply hide in the shadows if the darkness never came. It made him wonder if the spikey haired demon was even human.
Bakura seem to be getting nervous when Mariku smiled in a weird matter and leaned closer to the spirit of the ring. At that moment the millenium ring began to activate to life since Bakura couldn't free his hands that the dark skinned eyptian was squeezing. He heard Mariku hiss in a low tone, but then for some reason Mariku didn't seem phase by the challenge.
"You are wasting you time if you think your little trinket can hurt me." Mariku was now breathing down the paled yami's neck after he moved the trench coat's sharp collar with his teeth.
"I"ll do whatever it takes to stay away form your homicidal self its quite distrubing." The silver haired thief spat, his eyes glowing with rage and fire as the other spirit sadistically slid his tongue across his adversary's throat and then slowing slithering towards the ear while ignoring the growl initated by Bakura's throat as he made his way to the robber's lips.
"ll take my chances." He whispered his pink tongue gradually licking Bakura's lips and then firmly placed his own lips while biting down on them, trying to gain access to Bakura's mouth who stuggled against him, fell into his trance. His body was frozen from feeling the warmth.
Yami Bakura felt himself losing control as he desperately tried to not submit to the other yami. He was trapped against the wall and as much as he attempted to break the embrace his own body began to betray him by kissing him gently.
Yami Malik smiled sinisterly not breaking the kiss as he let one of his hands touch the raiders thighs rubbing them smoothly until they reached the tight ass and he gripped it enough for the tomb raider to flinch from being violated there. To make matters worse Ryou had woken up from his consciousness in his soul room and was questioning what was happening since he was feeling the sensation through his yami's mind link.
/Yami? What are you doing/
Nothing! Go back to sleep you little termite.
/No, I want my body back. You have had control of it for a long time now. Everyone is wondering of what has happened to me since I haven't been showing up for school in three weeks./
SHUT UP! OR ELSE I WILL MAKE SURE YOUR NEXT TORTURE WILL BE MORE GRUESOME. AND THIS TIME I WILL MAIM YOU UNTIL YOU ARE NEARLY DEAD!
/When...can.. I.. have... it.. back.../
Maybe tomorrow if you are fix me my dinner when I get home
/It's 10:00 pm./
You heard me. Now do as I say, you little weak pathetic brat
Yami Bakura broke the link wishing he could be someone else and not really caring if he scared his hikari or nearly made him cry. What really made him angry with Ryou was that the exchange japanese student was beginning to stand up to him and he would not put up with it. It only encouraged the yami to be tougher on the hikari.The silver haired mirror of his image was like a target or punching back to take out on when he was in a really bad mood. Though he always healed him afterwards. It was only companionship Yami Bakura had for him and he refused to admit that he was lonely at times. Sometimes he even wondered why his lighter half tried to cuddle him when he was mean to him and allowed it.. He had to admit that his hikari was tough and would only be stronger if he fought his own battles since Ryou was easily picked on at school.
"What the hell are you thinking?" Mariku asked pulling away from Bakura though still kept him pinned to the wall.
"Stop it. I won't submit to a vile creature like yourself. How long can you keep up this game of yours?" Bakura tried to stare him down.
"As long as I damn want. I am punishing you after all, There's nothing you can do to escape me. What makes you think you have hormones at all?" Mariku laughed in a haunting tone.
"Damn you..." Bakrua lowerd his eyes realizing that Mariku was right about him being alone. A slight sign of depression began to show on his face and was begining to show it.
"Relax, I know it is too painfull to remember. How could you ever have time for anybody. You're only comfort was the darkness that dwells in your body. Accept your fate."
"No way, you know nothing about my past...Your treacherous mind game illusions won't work on me. I rather be sacrificed to the darkness." Bakura couldn't believe he was hearing this. How could this spirit seem to know things from the past. Maybe Mariku wasn't someone who was oblvious to just destruction and death. Somehow he could feel something.
"The darkness? Heh, I am darkness. You are nothing, but a frighten child who witnessed it all. You vowed revenge, but never got it. It's ironic though that now you are, nothing but my slave."
"Slave? I rather die then be your...how do you know so much about me?"...Bakura didn't realize he was letting his guard down.
"I know more than you think I do. You intrigue me though I was thinking I could always sacrfice you and make your little hikari my own." The blonde yami snickered evily.
This remark somehow caused Yami Bakura to break free from the terriorizing yami shoving the enstrange darkness into the dank depths of the street paved walk way. Mariku tried to gain his footing, but because of the force of the push and the slipperly ground slipped into a deep hole. The only thing the thief heard were echoes of the scream and a loud splash which momentarily faded out of the misty and raining environment.
Techically Bakura did not care of what happened to the pyscho as he reached into his pocket and cut himself on the arm with his knife relieving the stress and relaxing his body from the tense emotion. It felt good to him and calmed down his mood. He returned it back to his pocket and began to walk away though deep down inside a plague of guilt and concern found its way to his heart.
"Yami Malik!" he screamed to only hear sounding echo of his own voice. His first instinct was to just leave him there, but his hikari cared for Malik so he had no choice but to follow the instinct to actually help someone in need.
"This place reeks." He flew down and cringed and ignored the smell of the dead corpses of former human being new recognized as cartilage skeletons.
"This place reeks." He flew down and cringed and ignored the smell of the dead corpses of former human being new recognized as cartilage skeletons.
It did not bother him of the death atmosphere and the queer nothingness, but the hope for finding the other darkness seem nearly impossible for the tunnel stretched miles beyond the beginning of it. He was unaware that deep in the murky water something was watching him.
"Stupid Yami Malik!" Yami Bakura thought and grumbling to himself while kicking the scattered skeletons out of his path. "I can't believe I have to rescue his ass. What kind of idiot can't get himself out of a ditch. Especially someone who has already been dead?"
His question was soon anwered when something snatched him by his leg pulling him deep under the water. He guessed that Yami Malik was already dead if he couldn't find him now.
"Let me go." He hollered doing his best to struggle free to only feel his entire body constrict making it impossible for him to breathe.
Using his own strength he was able to break out of the creature's grasp, but the monster was has tentacles and suction cups that strapped onto his waist pulling him deeper into the depths of the frigid waters. Yami Bakura focused on his to summon his powers, which with his previous fight with the other spirit were not responding so they were useless to him and his millenium ring hung lifelessly to around his neck.
The spirit of the ring thrashed violently using every attempt that a mortal would do to get himself out of this predictment. None of the methods were working.
"That tears it." He closed his eyes and bared his fangs chomping down on an tenacle. The creature's piercing cry forced him to cover his senistive ears, and summurged him under the water's bottom of the ditch tencles tightly pressing his fragile body down hoping to drown him.
Pulling out his knife as a last resort, he sunk it into the tenacles slicing it out until he scrambled through the remaining seven breaking free, the water now streaming with red ooze. The seven legged creature growled releasing a black slime on its enemy before dying.
"Too easy." The thief spirit laughed at his victory and began coughing a dizzy spell coming over him as his eyes rolled back in his head.
He collasped near the edge of where his hair was nearly touching the water to catch his breath. A few moments later he happened to look down and he noticed a blur of blonde hair deep under the water's surface.
"Great...Ryou I hope you appreacite this." Yami Bakura forced himself to swim under the frigid water that was stinging his nerves as he felt his whole body shutting down, but he was able to pull the lifeless body out of the freezing water and away from the water.
"Wake.. up...you...idiot..." Bakura called his voice meek and weak because his body's impact from the water. His breathing was rotic as his anger sumcombed into guilt though he tried very hard to hide it.
The body did not respond as it's motionless state began to make the tomb robber feel sick to his stomach. He pulled the body close to his body and began to for the first time in his life shed tears. He didn't understand why he was doing it, but perhaps it reminded him of his past when he watched his whole life crumble before his eyes. Somehow Mariku was different and in a way understood him and it had broken down the ice between the raider temporarly. It was his fear and soft spot and Mariku had easily found it, but now it seem that revenge didn't matter much anymore to Bakura. Because of his emotions Bakura broke down his barrier and allowed Ryou to telepathically communicate with him. Ryou could tell something was wrong and immediately he was concerned for his yami and of course Malik.
/Yami is he dead/
No answer.
I don't know...Bakura didn't care that he was being weak at the moment.
/You can still save him.../
How?
/CPR/ Ryou rolled his eyes.
/Huh/
/You have to push down on his chest to release the water from his lungs and then after you have to put your mouth on his and breathe into him. Then wait a few seconds and then do it again until he wakes up./
That's disgusting...
/Its the only way beside I don't want to lose Malik because you being stubborn/
Fine...i don't want you to give me a headache and cry
/Remeber the body needs warmth to stimulate and to work again/
Yami Bakura groaned and did exactly what Ryou told him. He placed Mariku on the ground, shut the yamis eyes, leaned over him very close almost on top of him with his hands supporting his weight on each side of the ground. Pressed down hard on the other yami's chest to stimulate the blood in the lungs, closed his eyes and then reluntantly pressed his own lips upon his enemy's. He waited a few seconds before trying again.
His body began to give way as he was drained and tired and felt like glass as he forced himself to try again, but collapsed on Mariku. Breathing slightly and now on top of him he remembered of what Ryou had said. The body needed warmth. Bakura's whole body was soaked, but there was one thing that wasn't. The inside of his mouth. So Bakura laced his tongue in Mariku's mouth pushing it down the blonde plantium yami's throat. While he was doing this his left hand slid across the millneium eye on the yami's forehead and it burned. Mariku was waking up and he didn't even know it.
The warmth of the body began to stimulate something down deep inside of him that he didn't even understand. It scared the tomb robber as he pulled back just in time to see Mariku open his eyes and shove him off as the yami began coughing and spewing water out of his mouth.
Mariku lowered his eyes down at Bakura whose clothes were partly ripped and had fresh wounds and scars across part of his chest and stomach with puzzlement and backed away slightly. It was unlike the other spirit to be afraid, but because of the tomb robber he remembered being pushed into the hole and was unable to swim out as a creature had wresteled with him and was too strong and pulled him under. Whatever the reason the thief had came back redeemed himself and saved his life. Mariku had never felt that feeling before. No one had ever saved him before. He didn't know what to say.
Bakura saw a vulnerable side to Mariku for a brief moment, and smiled evily as he was going to rub it in and make the yami feel humiation and weak. Oh yes it was perfect blackmail.
"What took you so long?" Mariku saw the silver haired yami's smile and managed to break the silence watching from the distance his cloak partly ripped as well as his muscle shirt, but his visage scarcely hidden in the shadows.
"That is all the thanks I get for risking my own life to save yours. You ungreatful leech...You make me sick.." Bakura felt hurt for hearing that. He was expecting a little bit more gradatute. He was angry now as he scoffed, slipped a bit but managed to climb the ladder out of the ditch.
Mariku seem more skeptical as he shook his head, sighed and pulled himself up over the ladder to the surface where the rain was pouring down on them. He pulled the hood over his head and stalked off watching Bakura's whose hair was plasterd down his back, bare his teeth, stick his nose up in the air and walk off the other path. The pyscho felt his own hikari breach his link.
You should really say something to him?
Why should I? Mariku growled.
Because he saved you. Don't you know what that means?
No and I don't care. Mariku was starting to get frusteratered with Malik
Look..if you don't say something then I will...
He hates you. Then you two might bicker like a married couple
Well if he wasn't so stubborn...He hates you more since you were the one who ended his life three years ago. Malik almost lost his temper.
You little pest. I recommend you keep your funken trap closed if you ever want out of that prism.
I would, but you were the one who was putting the moves on him
It was a game. He means nothing to me. You know he doesn't feel anything for anyone either.
How can you be so sure? He seem upset to me...
"Leave me the hell alone." Mariku answered not realizing that Malik had already closed his mind link and that he had shouted it openly to Yami Bakura.
"I'm not talking to you. Brain dead freak...Fuck off bastard." The silver haired yami yelled once again falling because of the rain slowing him down.
He had finally made it to Ryou's house and snatched the key from under the rotting mat and unlocked the door, plopped himself on the couch. He gave Ryou control over his body as the hikari immediately went to the fireplace, put wood in it then bounded upstairs. 15 mintues later Ryou was in warm clothes and began making food.
"I'll be upstairs." Yami Bakura appeared to him in spirit form and went upstairs and ran the shower. He looked at the clock then read midnight. Rolling his eyes he began to undress when he saw the spirit of the rod glowering at him.
"You again? Go away." Yami Bakura began to feel frusterated as he poundered his bed with his fist, gripping it and drew out his knife as his only thing to comfort and make his pain neutrialize. A pyshcotic expression was planted on his face.
Mariku saw the weapon as another obstacle as if to him it opposed another challenge. He knew the tomb robber was nuts and was laughing insanely as jealously clouded Mariku's mind that he was inflicting pain upon himself.
"Is that all you got?" Mariku mocked and stepped toward the other darkness as Bakura tried to swing the knife directly at his face.
Yami Bakura didn't answer as he once again tried to lunge at Mariku. The expression was not of anger, but deranged as if he was dazed with a creepy looking insane smile. He had lost his sanity.
"Go ahead cause me pain. I do not care, but you on the otherhand," the spirit smirked stepping behind and twisting the raider's arm in back of him,"will desire the pain inflicted upon your soul."
Thats chapter 3. Please review.