By: Marik chan
Type:Romance/Drama
Pairings: Not telling! (Smile)
Rated: R
Summary: The fight between 2 bands for fame and fortune and forbidden love. But is fame really worth everything in the end?
Disclaimer: Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh
Note:This story is a Yaoi! That means a male/male relationship! You don't like it then don't read! Flames are not allowed! Suggestions are welcome!
These things here ,Muhahaha , indicate thoughts. "Muahaha" Speaking. There are no mindlinks in this chapter sorry! Xxxxxxxxx a bunch of these little x'S means a change in scenery!
Chapter 8 My last breath"We'll show it to them tomorrow night!" Mokuba prodded at the lunch table they were sitting at with their group of fans. At lunch it was always like this. The two bands would each sit on opposite sides of the cafeteria with their own group of people and the others who wernt fans would sit in the middle of the cafetria ignoring the fight between them.
"Hell yes we are!" Yami Marik said full of courage.
"The contract is practicly ours!" Duke said grinning like a mad man. They all looked at Marik.
"We sure are guys!" He smiled giving them a thumbs up.
"You just remember to sing your heart out with Moki!" Duke grinned.
"We wil right Mokuba?" Both smiled slapping their hands together and looked over to the other side of the tabel. Joey and Tristan were slinging peas at each other, Seto was glaring furiously at the two while Yami and Yugi were feeding each other. Mai was talking to Bakura who all of the sudden turned to face them and looked directley at him! Marik turned red before quickly turning away hoping that no one noticed it. Mokuba and Duke not seeing Marik blush stuck their tongues out at the almost silver haired boy. He grimaced before turning his attention back to Mai.
,Why was he looking at me, Marik asked himself feeling the redness creep away. His thoughts drifted back to last night, hell he even woke up with a hard on.
,ARGH, Marik mentally slapped himself remembering his plans and telling himself that it was only a dream!
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Bakura stood in front of his mirror hating his reflection!
Clothes were litered all around him. "Shit! What am I supposed to wear!" He put his hand up to his chin thinking. He had been waiting so long for his prettys concert and now that it was here he had no idea what to wear! He opened his closet again only to find the same thing when he looked 2 minutes ago.
"Hmm…Ah what the hell!" He took out his light blue worn out and torn jeans, his black and white stripped shirt and his spike belt. He loved this outfit anyway. Putting it on he went into the bathroom to try and do something with his untaimable hair. He tried a pony tail but quickly gave it up as his hair stuck out in all directions. After 50 different trys he gave it up and just combed them. He removed a strand covering the piercing above his right eye and smirked. "That'll have to do!" He walked out of the bathroom pulling on a light jacket and grabbing his keys. On the way to the concert he listened to his favorite song "Reason" from Hoobastank.
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At that moment Marik was listening to the same song sieghing heavily. Tonight was his last night. He would stand in front of the crowd, sing his heart out and then listen to them all cheering. Then he would go into the bathroom, take out his dagger, hold it to his wrist, first the left then the right, and slice them verticly open watching the warm blood ooz out of his body. He would feel the pain leave him and his soul drain away into his little world. No…his and Bakuras little world….
"Marik are you ready?" Mokuba asked as he peaked his head in through the door.
"Yeah lets do it!" He said standing up and going to the door. They got into Mokubas car where the others waited and drove off.
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Bakura who had just arrived made sure he got a spot where his pretty couldn't see him but he could see him and waited patiently as he watched the people flow into the hall.
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Setting up everything on stage Marik took a deep breath knowing that he would never see his friends again or expirience the feeling of standing in front of a crowd that cheered his name, ever again.
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"As I looked into the sky todaaayyy, well I can see you looking down on me, it brings a smile to my face again s-s-s satelite!" Bakura watched as his pretty sang and for a moment he imagined his pretty only singing for him. He looked so sexy up on the stage. His bangs clinging to his sweating forehead, his cheeks already rosy from the heat, his black muscle shirt so tight on him that it revealed the outlines of his six pack and built chest
(MC: DRRROOOLLL sitting in a boat and paddeling back to Computer)
His black leaher pants not too tight but still tight enough so that Bakura could see his firm behind and sexy thighs. The black sleeveless trenchcoat swaying in the wind as he went back and forth on stage. The water gatherd in Bakuras mouth and he felt like just running up on stage, grabbing his pretty and thrusting his tounge in his mouth. Bakura was ripped out of his thoughts when he suddenly had the urge to pee. But he didn't want to! Not now! He didn't want to loose his pretty one second. He would stare at him all night if had to! Nature could wait.
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Marik once again let the music sink into him as he sung his last few songs to the cheering crowd.
Finally, it came. The very last song for tonights show. Almost like his last breath. This is the end. Marik was looking death practicly in the eyes and wasent afraid. No! He would do it! He would put all he had into this song and then fall like nothing had ever happened. This would be his goodbye. The end. Sayanora.