Thanks to you, all my faithful reviewers, who are supporting me and reading this fic and telling me to update. I have updated my profile and it has some stories coming up in the future, so check them out if you would like. I really thank tombrobber45 (who is also an author) for helping me post my story and telling me that the scene change with the asteriks aren't working. If it weren't for her I wouldn't have had time to ever update.
There was one request of having Ryou and Malik have their own bodies. It will happen, but I don't know how I will do that yet since I'm not going to have them just go poof and then have their bodies back. I know one of them has their body back and I think it is Malik.
For scene changes they are supposed to be asteriks, but since they don't work I have the setting that tells when there is a scene change.
On with the story
Chapter 7 Mixed Emotions
Mariku glanced his shadowly eyes at his determined lighter half who seemed to know his true colors and knew half of the truth about him since he was born into his being when Malik was 10 years old. The strong willed mirror image of himself my have known that, but there were other secrets some darker that Mariku had not exploited yet and even concealed them well enough that Malik couldn't even breach the mind link they both shared.
Mariku gave Malik a sly evil smile as he snickered of actually following his weaker self's orders. The evil egyptian swung his cloak around in anticipation, as if there was something the yami had found intriguing in despite of his sub-consciousness for him.
Malik cocked an eyebrow in confusion, thinking he had the yami on the ropes.
"Poor insignificant Malik, do you really think I would listen to you?"
Mariku stood back a few feet to glorify the dark power he was receiving from the darker half whose energy was quickly draining from him.
"Just let him go. If I have to, I will force you to yield." Malik had somehow managed to grab the Millenium rod from Mariku and was aiming it at his darker half. "I know you don't want to go back to the shadows, so do as I say." Malik gritted his teeth because the power from the rod was too great to control.
"You wee the one who wanted him dead. Are you willing to suffer punishment?"
"I already told you. Ryou still lives in him. After Ryou has gained his body back then I will let you kill his darker soul, that is, if you don't fall for him first," Malik lowered his head, as his spirit form faded, but then smirked back at his yami who gave him a dirty look.
Mariku growled and hissed, his emotions mixed with confusion and anger as he let the power of the millenium eye on his forehead diminish as he heard a loud thump of the ancient spirit thief falling onto the ground.
"What the hell happened?" Yami Bakura's delricious began to mel away as he spotted Mariku beating Malik up.
"I'll give him his life back, but keep him away from me." Mariku reluctantly agreed to the conditions, but wondered why his hikari cared about Yami Bakura's betrayal towards him.
Maybe Malik has feelings for Akura. That has to explain it, besides getting close to Ryou. Mariku thought.
Yami Malik smiled psychotically as he pulperized his lighter half who tried to fight back the tears and in certain points he would glance back at Yami Bakura, trying to read his expression of any sympathy the tomb robber thief might have for Malik. He eyed only disgust as he knew what else the platinum yami was planning on doing and the robber was not going to watch.
(New Scene)
Yam iBakura is shocked to even think that Yami lMalik woiuld remotely humiliate himself in public. There were no people around luckily, but still, the robber did not want to be seen with a hormonal spirit who couldn't even have the desency to control himself. The spirit of the ring growls inside his throat and bares his fangs in hatred while crossing his arms over his chest. A snarl sneaks across his lips while jealousy hinders in the borders of his mind. He shakes his head quickly getting rid of the thought. He never thought that Malik would care for him to sacrifice himself, but then being saved by a hikari who was as hormonal as his yam idid not ease Bakura's temper at all. Yam iBakur aidd not like getting help from anyone he would have welcomed the shadows to tear him away from the reckless planet.
He noticed that Yami Malik was enjoying himself and acknowledging him to Malik, but the thief turned him out as he turned his back towards them. There was no way he would like the little parasite ever.
"Don't you want to watch, Akura?" Yami Malik sneered glancing at his attention, but then noticed that the spirit was no longer there.
"He's embarrassed of you." Malik fixed his hair and his clothes so no traces of his yami remained.
"Why?" Mariku lowered his eyes at Malik.
"Because of what you did. He can't stand you. You nearly…."
"Shut up…I don't know what is wrong with me." Mariku pushed his hikari aside, so hard that Malik had fallen on his butt and walked off as if he wanted to be alone.
"You should have told him about us." Malik ran up to Mariku.
"He doesn't care which is why I wanted to get rid of him. Somehow he is causing me to lose it." Mariku looked at Malik subtly. Normally he would show his evil bad side, but to his hikari when no one was around he wouldn't. It depended upon his mood.
"What are you losing?" Malik asked sincerely, draping his rare card hunter cloak hood up above his hand in order to keep from getting his head wet.
"My insanity. I don't understand. Normally no one has an affect on me. Somehow this spirit is different. I should just kill him. Even in you had the millenium rod in your hand, I didn't even have the heart to send him away." Mariku growled as he punched through a trash can lid. He was feeling so emotionally weak.
Dark spirits were not suppose to feel this way and now Mariku was beginning to think that maybe he wasn't a true dark as he claimed to be. After all, he cared for his hikari who came back to him no matter how much abuse he gave him.
(Alley)
Bakura was glad that he had gotten away from Mariku and was upset with himself for actually, even if it were a game to him, actually grope the other spirit in the rain.
Yami Bakura walked into an unknown alley as the edges of his black trench coat twisted in the wind while the rain plummeted harder making his balance uneven as he crossed the trecherous streets. He pushed his hands to the brick walls as he came closer towards the end of the alley where he was being lead to a gang of humans that were three times his size. Not wanting to get involved, since his strength was drained from him by the other spirit ealier, he quickly headed south, but crashed iinto a really buff and scruffy man who had a cigarette in his mouth and looked him up and down. The dark spirit could feel and smell his rancid breath upon him now.
"You are not from around here. We don't take kindly to strangers especially young punks like yourself." The man smirked and blew smoke on the yami who coughed quietly, but then glared back at the man who then whistled to his friends who immediately surrounded him.
He's a demon sent from Satan. No human has white hair unless they are aging. This kid is quite young and wears the colors that represent death." Another man replied as he cracked his knuckles, his eyes glaring down at Yami Bakura who was beginning to get annoyed with these mortals.
"That's correct, and if you stupid mortals don't back, I will have every single one of your souls damned for all eternity in hell where your souls will feel endless pain and agony and will receive no mercy whatsoever." Yami Bakura replied in a dark tone, ignoring the laughter from the men as he avoided a gang member by moving to the side as the man who ran at him fell face down into the hard concrete.
He then pushed several of the hoodlums into a wall by just touching them where they cluttered a few paces away. OF course the brutes wouldn't give up. Yami Bakura laughed at the sicking breaking of bones he heard from the splattering of the walls.
"You think that was funny, demon?" A hooligan mocked him, but the thief side stepped him and kicked the woman gang member in the lower stomach with a backwards kick.
"Oh, a tough guy, eh? I doubt you are going to live when we mop the floor with ya." A few more gang members tried to ambush him from behind, but failed miserably as Yami Bakura flipped over their heads having the two followers hit heads.
He then grabbed their wrists and held it behind their backs grinning evily as he kept an eye on the other macho humans who possed a threat to him.
"This is too easy. I don't have time to waste playing with you pathetic…" The sound of a jar breaking interrupted his speech as he vomited blood and felt a jab in his lower region, screaming out in terror as pain errupted from his body.
Unfortunatelyy this mistake had left him open to be attacked physically and brought down by the leader's broken alcoholic glass bottle as he banged it down on the yami who fell unconscious from the blow to the head.
"Cream this freak." The man shouted and his cronies did so. After they were sure that Yami Bakura had given up on his fight they decided to sacrifice him.
(Graveyard)
The gang had tied up Yami Bakura's hand and drug him to a graveyard. They tied him onto a stake and beat him up until he reached consciousness.
"Now we break him." The satisfied members of the gang "Sacrificers" each had theif turn to maiming Yami Bakura.
The thief was slapped in the face and had his midnight black trench coat taken off and his shirt was torn off; not to mention quick jabs to the stomach, ribs and chest until blue marks began to surface his body. Bakura, however, did not cry out like most do, he only closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
Yami Bakura struggled, but could not get out of the restraints he was in. He knew if he could, these humans would die for this. He felt a dirty hand toughing him and violently fought against the ropes holding him secure to the stone slab. Another was getting too close to a certain part of his body as he hissed, but then he felt the zipper of his jeans loosen. Rage was fueling his mind as he felt a hand going underneath his jeans and that feeling forced his mind to fight back. He knew the intention of the other boy and would not allow anyone to violate him. His millenium ring sparked to life and aimed its deadly points at the man's chest, grazing it but then sinking in as it pulled itself out through the other side, killing the man instantly.
At this sight of their leader gone, the gang began to stumble back and tried to run away.
"What's wrong mortals? I thought we were having fun." Yami Bakura's hair twisted and grew spikier than before; his devil expression and personality was darker and more fierce than ever.
"Stop it," the other humans whimpered.
"Too late, bastards. The shadows have come to claim your soul." After that statement the atmosphere transformed to a purple misty realm, an icy feeling of death. Black spectual shadows swarmed like wasps and drained the remaining memvers of the gang "Sacrificers" until their bodies melted and consumed into slime.
(After the Shadow Realm Effect)
The screams from the misty dank graveyard echoed miles away, as well as maniacal deranged laughter flooded the sounds of any acts of nature to desist. The moon was showing brightly as the rain continued to splatter violently on the pavement, grass and anything it touched. The darkness welcoming dwellers of the night, raised its head and reached far into the nightly atmosphere as it scattered to feed on prey. The combulous clouds that swept across the sky consealed the moon, making it impossible for living organisms to see through the blindess of the depth of the night.
Malik had clumsily made his way to the graveyard, as he witnessed the death of the men by Bakura's Millenium Ring, with the Millenium Rod. The blonde platinum hikari spotted the white silver haired dark soul untying himself and break the stake and slab in two though his expression changed to sorrow as he clutched a gravestone smashing it.
"I can't believe I couldn't handle those mortals so easily. What am I, more human since I have been sharing my body with Bakura for so long? Have I lost my evil methods to only let others take advantage of me?" Yami Bakura pushed a dead body aside as he narrowed his eyes, noticing the blonde hikari approaching him in a creaful manner since the Millenium Ring perhaps detected him earlier.
"You are not invincible, so get used to it." Malik bravely held his hand, but when he looked into his eyes he saw a soft side that reminded him of Ryou. Malik clsed his eyes and surprised the yami when he kissed him.
"Malik, why did you do that?" Bakura pushed the hikari off him forcalby on his butt.
"I….don't…." the hikari sighed unable to finish his sentence as he observed the Spirit of the Ring's body for the first time, and dirty thoughts entered his mind just by seeing him half naked and soaked by the rain.
"Don't do it again!" Yami Bakura snarled dismissing the thought as he bent over to pick up his caot to feel a tight sqeeze from behind. "Ahh!" He cried out nearly dropping the coat.
"Sorry, I couldn't help it." Malik smiled sweetly feeling the yami's eyes on him as they both began to walk out of the graveyard, stepping over bodies.
"We both know that you did it on purpose. Look, you may have saved my life, but I don't feel the same way about you. Not even when we did work together to bring the Pharaoh down." Bakura smirked seeing the hurt in Malik's eyes.
"You'd rather have my yami hit on you then? My yami is claiming you as an item and I won't allow him." Malik smirked back seeing the unawareness in the spirit's eyes as he stopped walking.
"Huh? I am not familiar with your modern words. So tell me what that means, Malik." Bakura spat impatiently not at all amused with the hikari's expression or innocent like smile.
"It means that you are his property. That is, if he claimed you." Malik answered laughing easily.
"So you think it is funny? No, he hasn't claimed me nor will anyone. It sickens me to think that he is even attracted to me." The evil spirit replied haling Malik up by his shirt then dropping in the grass.
"I know that he likes you, but he won't admit it. I know that you are lying to me." Malik tripped the sirit, jeaslously developing in his skull. "Where did he touch you?"
"What makes you think I will tell you anything?" Yami Bakura answered in a rude tone, but then rolled his eyes. "For your information, I was nearly raped, but I got away from your sick darker half."
He tried to get up, but found he couldn't as Malik had pinned him down on his stomach while sitting on top of him smiling mischievously.
"I knew it. He must have gone further than hugging and kissing." Malik peered down whispering in the yami's ear.
"Why don't you ask him yourself? Get off of that subject, I don't even want to mention that freak. Why does it matter to you anway?" Yami Bakura arched his back causing Malik to fell off then got up continuing to walk down toward the familiar alley.
"He has his mind link completely blocked off so I can't read his thoughts, however, I figure he was hiding something from me, so I thought I would ask you." Malik begged.
"Oh, you poor thing." Yami Bakura said in a sarcastic tone, "I don't blame that schizo half of yours to keep his mind shut from your endless whining. You are a brat and get on everybody's nerves, mine especially. Now, answer my question."
"I like you and I don't want him to have you, so I am going to take you before he does." Malik clutched the black trench coat pulling it back. Bakura fell on his back.
"Malik, get out of the drama queen act. Its getting boring. Besides, he will have no problem finding you no matter where you take me." Once again, Bakura dismissed the idea of what he had just said. It was like he was unproned of what Malik had confessed.
"You are so heartless, Yami Bakura, and naïve. I will show you what I mean."
Malik froze the yami on the ground with the Millenium Rod and cralwed on top of him.
(Watching in the Shadows)
Yami Malik kept himself blended to the walls as his spirit form stayed clear like a plastic existance much like a shadow to the atmosphere aorund him. In his mind he was thinking of how he handled the tomb robber. He saw the hatred and dark energy that swelled and malice from the spirit, by each time he grew near, but deep inside he saw the fear. Just reading through his energy he knew that the spirit was afraid of him, but did not want to show it. He also knew that when he let him have sex with him, he seemed to enjoy it, but then pulled away. The idea was mind boggling to the psychotic spirit, but then again he had already have found the wekness and Yami Bakura did not like feeling vulnerable. The spirit cursed himself by letting off his gueard to let the tomb robber benture out alone just because Malik had interfered with the game he played. Yami Malik had played with Malik and Yami Bakura then had left. He didn't once think that he would feel emotionally humiliated.
In the thief's state he was an easy prey for any worthless individual to tarnish if given the chance and unaware of his spectors. If anyone were to touch his slave Yami Malik would go on a killing spree.
I must find him. Maybe I do care for him, but can the darkness even express his feelings or have any? Why do I?
The spirit of the rod shook his head clearing his thoughts and walked itno the alleysmelling the blood of human as his cape flapped in the wind. He glanced at several lying all the ground and knew immediately that his tomb robber had been there. The blonde spikey haired psycho smirked and purposely squashed the remains of the body. He then felt a glow coming from a distance ahead. Then it faded. The spirit snarled, this was not a good thing. It was a distress signal….
(Alley)
Malik had thrown himself on the tomb robber, forcing him to submit. Yami Bakura hissed in a dark tone, still struggling to fight the force of the Millenium Rod with the Millenium Ring, however, the rod was stronger and he could not break free form the magic. He would not give up. There was only one other option, to get out of the body and let his hikari take control. The spirit dematerialized and stood next to Ryou whose eyes went wide when he found out what Malik was doing.
"Malik, what are you doing?" Ryou was seem what started that he was in remain control again, but also flustered as he blushed profusely.
"I….Ryou?…I didn't know…." Malik blushed back. His mood from surprised went as he hugged the hikari and developed kisses upon him as well. To himself he was thanking Ra that Ryou had his body back again.
"It's okay, Malik. If you wanted to do this, you could have said something first." Ryou didn't seem mad as he was glad to see his lover again as well.
"Don't worry, Ryou, I was waiting for you anyway. I had to do something to force your yam ito let you have your body again. He was a one time thing." Malik laughed.
"I missed you so much, Malik." Ryou had tears of happiness in his eyes as he hugged Malik tenderly.
"And so did I." Malik kissed Ryou tenderly on the lips and plaed with his silky hair.
Malik and Ryou removed themselves from the alley to the ice cream store. Malik got a double scoop of Rocky Road as Ryou got Mint Chip and they decided to say there until the rain had died down.
(Malik's home)
Yami Malik had finally caught up with Malik, and was going to startle the hikari when against him he saw Yami Bakura lying on his die. By the look of him he was bruised and beaten up. To him it looked like someone had already broken him. Picking him up gently, Mariku carried him back to his home and took care of his wounds. There were certain areas where he would have to take off his clothes, but Yami Bakura would not let him.
"Why didn't you just leave me?" The yami asked quietly, his eyes hooked on Yami Malik's every movement for he did not trust him at all.
"Because I have interest in you." Mariku shook his head realizing that was the wrong thing to say.
"Doesn't everyone, it seems like. Damn, your stupid hikari tried to rape me. Have you brought me here to do the same?" Bakura struggled fighting with the bandages that were wrapped around his arms, part of his chest and stomach as well.
"No, I will not force you to do anything against your will." Mariku tried to strip Bakura of his pants, but the yami shoved his hands back slapping them.
"Hands off. I assure you that no one touched me there." Bakura said in defense.
"It doesn't mean you were kicked there. You flinch everytime you try to move your legs." Mariku argued back, holding the other spirit down by his wrists. " Don't make me tie you down to the bed."
"I can take care of myself. You do and I will shove a knife down your throata and slash you from the inside and out." Yami Bakura tried to get up, but was forced back down on the couch because of the pain.
"You really think I am afraid of that?" Mariku threw his head back and laughed. "You really do amuse me thief, but you will feel worse if I don't do this for you."
"Drop dead." Yami Bakura muttered scooting further away until he hit the couch's arm rest and snatched the white bandages roll away from Mariku and tried to unravel it, but got it stuck on his fingers.
"You see it is not as easy as you think it is." Mariku grabbed it back. "Either let me do this for you, or mummify yourself." Mariku laughed.
"Fine. You can only feel. No looking." Bakura warned though he was cursing to himself.
"How am I supposed to know what I am doing then?" Mariku folded his arms as if frowning at the tomb robber who seemed to think it was funny at the moment.
"I guess you can't." Bakura crossed his legs in Indian Style even though he flinched when he did.
"I have a better idea." Mariku smirked pulling out a tube of ointment.
"What the hell is that?" Bakura asked in skeptically concern.
"Medicine…cream. I know how to do this because of Malik's influence. Would you rahter hime this on you or the itchy sticky bandage?"
Bakura tried to pull himself deeper in the couch as he dug his nails into the velvet lining of it creating holes in its leather.
"I'll do it myself." Bakura insisted, but he grew more nercous when Mariku didn't turn away as he tried to apply the cream on himself.
"Turn around."
"I don't think so. I have to make sure you don't hurt yourself." Mariku insisted making the yami sweat and almost lose his temper.
"Fine…you can do it, but no looking." Bakura gritted his teeth together and moved himself closer to Mariku who snatched the bottle away from him.
Mariku frowned, but put the cream on his finger and carefully put his hands down the tomb robber's jeans until he found the area he was feeling for. Bakura had his eyes wide open and seemed to flinch more, but somehow relaxed as he felt the sumbstance of the cream making the soreness subside. He laid his head on Mariku's chest and seemed to purr softly. For the first time in his entire life he was content.
When Mariku was done he washed his hands and sat back down on the couch with the tomb robber's head lying on his chest. This caused Mariku to flinch also because of the sharp spikey locks that had managed to pierce his skin. Yami Bakura was lying on his hair wrong where it penitrated the skin and Mariku forced his head up and put his cloak over him so he wouldn't be hurting him.
Done with chapter 7. I think this is the longest chapter so far. Sorry.
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