-rushes in- OMG I AM SOOOO SORRY FOR TEH LATENESS! And the crappyness of the chapter, too... I wasn't on the computer for days because of my grandmothers funeral, (It was sooooo sad) And I never found the time... and then it took a long time for me to get motivated and start writing... -sigh-
Well, just read it. And don't flame me too bad, m'kay? -looks hopeful-
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Malik said nothing, only flinching slightly as his lover left the room, slamming the door roughly behind him, leaving the light alone with… him. He shuffled slightly, head bowed, as he nibbled slightly on his lower lip. Gods, I know he's looking at me, I know he is… His breath quickened in his throat, fingers clenching deeper into the arm of the white chair.
Marik said nothing, only raising an eyebrow as he leaned back in his chair, surveying his light with a somewhat interested look as he continued to watch him squirm, a smile forming across his face, which quickly turned into a frown, eyes locked intently on Maliks sandy head. After a few long moments, the teenager, feeling the yamis eyes boring into his head, lifted his gaze from his leather-clad knees to look Marik in the eye in return.
It was fatal. Maliks eyes widened, instantly pulling his gaze away from the yamis, his breath quickening.
"A-Are you okay?" the question that fell from the yamis lips was enough to make Maliks mouth fall open, an incredulous look on his face.
"Wh-What do you mean?" The light stammered, his lavender eyes filled with confusion. Marik snorted and rolled his eyes at the teenager.
"Exactly that." Marik stated coolly, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Is Bakura hurting you to badly?" the lights eyes widened, his mouth falling open.
"Wh-What? N-No! I-I'm fine, he has-hasn't hurt me, what do y-you mean?" Malik spluttered, his face going bright red. "I'm fine, yami, really."
"Really?" The darkness raised an eyebrow, reclining further back in his chair. "So he hasn't done nothing at all to make you feel scared, or afraid or in pain?"
"No!" retorted Malik, too fast, too loud, too edgy. He instantly bit back the word, wishing that he hadn't said it at all. Dropping his gaze back to his knees, the teen nibbled on his lower lip, a faint flush rising in his cheeks.
"You're lying." Marik, frowned, concern obviously written in his face and voice as he gazed at the light. "I can tell. What did he do?" Malik flinched at the tone.
"N-Nothing!" He stammered in fear, his breath quickening. "Please, nothing happened…"
"MALIK!" The yami raged, rising to his feet. "What happened?" Tears began to prick behind the light eyelids, but he pushed them away, gritting his teeth as he glared determinedly at his knees.
"It's seriously nothing." Malik burst. "I-I mean, at first, I was a little scared, but I didn't need to be, Bakura showed me that I didn't need to be afraid…" A small smile spread across his face. "He's not as cold and ruthless as you think."
"No." the yamis eyes widened, softly shaking his head from side to side. "Gods, no way…" Malik blushed deeper, a small, shy smile on his delicate face.
"Yes…" He mumbled, nibbling on his lower lip. "Ah… Several times in fact." He stumbled slightly on his words, his face flaming. "He's really good-"
"STOP!" Marik stood up, rubbing his temples shuddering uncontrollably. "I don't want to know about your sex life, Malik. Just… No. No. Please." Malik giggled slightly as he brushed a lock of hair out of his eyes, a slightly mischievous smile on his face.
"Okay." Malik agreed, nibbling slightly on his lower lip. The yami sighed, rolling his eyes as he ran a hand through his hair, sticking it up even more on end.
"What am I going to do with you?" The yami asked dryly as he folded his arms in front of his chest, rolling hi eyes heavenward. "You're so…"
"So what?" Malik raised an eyebrow as he stood up also, one hand on his hips as he smiled softly.
"So… Warm." Marik finished, his cold amethyst eyes fixed on the light. "So bright, and bubbly, and pretty…"
"Pretty?" The light smiled softly, a giggle rising in his throat. "That's not much of a Marik word, is it? You said I was weak and pathetic." He continued, slightly accusingly as he lowered his gaze to the ground.
"Well, if you managed to bring yourself to have sex with that crazed psycho, then maybe you're a bit stronger than I originally thought." Marik pointed out, the corners of his mouth threatening to turn up into a smile. Malik smiled, a strange look brewing in his light lavender eyes.
"You've changed." He said softly, nibbling on his lower lip as he tilted his head to the side. "You used to be so cold and uncaring, yet after just a day with Ryou you've turned into a softie." Malik grinned, eyes lowering to the ground. "Who would have guessed?"
"Oh shut up." Marik spat, rolling his eyes. "I'm not nor will I ever be, a softie." He growled, glaring at the light, who merely shrugged, raising his hands in an attempted gesture of peace.
"Okay." The light agreed. "You're not a softie. You're as arrogant, cold, evil, and sadistic as they come."
"Yes." Marik affirmed, crossing his arms with a smirk. "You better believe it." Malik giggled, with an uncharacteristic gesture towards the yami, he wrapped his arms around Mariks shoulder in a short hug.
"What the fuck?" Malik gasped and broke away from the yami abruptly, nibbling on his lower lip, eyes wide in his fright.
"B-Bakura…" Malik stuttered, his heart pounding in fear. "U-Umm…" his breathing became harsh and shallow in his terror, the back of his eyes burning.
"Oh shut up, you psycho." Marik spat, his cold amethyst eyes burning. "We weren't even doing anything just talking, you possessive bastard."
"Marik…" The light whimpered, his chin trembling. "Please, don't fight, either of you…"
"Shut up." The sandy-haired yami spat, his hands curling into fists. "There is nothing going on between us, you freak. Gods, he's my host." Bakura merely growled, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Sick minded weirdo…"
"Whatever." Bakura hissed, turning away from the Egyptian pair and glaring out the window. Why wont they just leave…
"M-Marik?" A soft tentative voice laced with a gently British accent rang out form the bedroom. "Can you please help me with this?" The yami shot Bakura a look of pure venom before stalking into the bedroom, his angry expression softening a fraction at the young light.
"What do you need help with?" He inquired, shutting the door behind him as he walked over to Ryou, who was sniffling softly and wiping at his eyes.
"W-Well, I must have gotten more clothes, or something…" He said quietly, his bright chocolate eyes dulled and downcast. "This case won't close…"
"Okay." Marik agreed, one arm looping around the lights waist, Ryou flinching softly under the touch, to Mariks confusion. "Well…" He guided the whitenette over to the large case, squatting down and fumbling with the zip. "Maybe if you sit on it, I could zip it closed…" Ryou nodded obediently, settling himself on the middle of the large case, bringing it almost closed. Mariks arms strained as he struggled to close the case shut, sweat beading at his forehead. Man, what did he put in here? The yami thought dryly as he inched the case closed, letting out a long sigh of relief as it finally shut.
"There." Marik smiled, leaning back on his haunches, emitting a long sigh as he brushed a lock of hair out of his amethyst eyes. Ryou smiled a tiny smile, eyes still cast to the ground. His cheeks burned with a dulled ache, tears stinging his dark eyes.
"Th-Thanks." Ryou stammered softly, sniffing as he wiped at his slightly running nose. Marik frowned at the lights sudden change in disposition, biting his lower lip as he gazed at the light.
"Are you okay, Ryou?" Marik asked, concern laced in his voice as he stared straight into lowered chocolate eyes, bangs falling into them. In fact, his hair was falling all over his pretty face, shrouding his facial expressions. "Look, your hair's all over your face…" He sighed, brushing the snowy locks away from his face, despite Ryous soft gasps of protest.
No.
Ryous lower lip trembled as he swung his head back to the right, the curtain of silver once again falling over his face. Mariks eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open in shock and his hands clenching into fists.
"He hit you." The yami growled, his muscular form shaking in suppressed rage, teeth set in a snarl. Ryou gulped and shook his head, tears forming in soft brown eyes. "Yes." He pushed Ryous heavy locks of white out of his face again, frowning as he bit his lower lip, one finger gently running over the bruise on the left side of the hikaris face. The other was flushed a bright red, his eyes wet and swollen. "Ryou…"
"D-Don't…" Ryou moaned, wincing in pain as Marik fingered his battered face. "Please…"
"Why did he do this?" Marik raged, eyes narrowing. Ryou sniffed, eyes lowering to the ground as a few more tears pooled on the carpet. "Ryou…"
"He knows about… about how I-I love you." The young light breathed, gasping in a deep shuddering sigh. "H-He doesn't like it…" Ryou added, his breath shaking.
"Well, who cares?" Marik snorted, rolling his eyes at the teen. "Who cares what that freak thinks, Ryou. You're not his slave." Ryou sobbed at the words, burying his head in his hands. "Ryou, you're NOT."
"Yes…" The light whispered through his fingers, his shoulders shaking. "I'm pathetic, I'm nothing…"
"NO!" Marik hissed, grabbing at Ryous hands to expose his bruised, tearstained face. "You're not nothing, don't listen to that weirdo, you're not pathetic." He said, doing his best to soothe the light with his gentle words. "You're the sweetest, kindest, innocent, and most beautiful, person I've ever met." His arms gently looped around the lights thin shoulders, lightly pulling him into his chest. Ryou sobbed brokenly, his hands clenching onto fistfuls of the yamis shirt, his lungs struggling to take in air between his sobs.
"Hey, hey don't cry…" Marik said softly, one hand gently rubbing small circles on the lights slender back. "It's okay, it's going to be okay, I won't let him hurt you again…" Ryou sniffed, rubbing at his redrimmed eyes.
"I hate this." He whispered, leaning his head deeper into the yamis chest. "I hate being so pathetic, so weak, so…" Ryou swallowed deeply, struggling to retain his tears.
"Ryou, you're perfect." Marik breathed softly, a smile on his bronzed face. "And don't you dare let anyone ever tell you otherwise." Ryou smiled at the gentle words, nuzzling his head into the yamis chest.
"Thankyou." Ryou breathed softly, his face alight in happiness as he drank in the Mariks words. It still seemed surreal to him that someone cared, noticed, especially after the dramas that happened with Bakura less than half an hour ago. "Thankyou so much, Marik, for caring. It's like… The best feeling in the world, to actually be wanted…" Marik sighed softly at Ryous words, a sad sheen in his amethyst eyes as he idly ran a few fingers through soft snowy hair.
"And I thank you." Marik almost smiled. "I've never had a second chance like this before, you know? It's… strange." The light grinned, one finger gently running along the contours of Mariks face, his large brown eyes shining with a sweet, beautiful innocence only two other people in the planet seemed to present.
"Yes… Strange." Ryou agreed, lowering his gaze to the floor. "It's hard, to sort of understand…" Marik opened his mouth to respond, when a harsh, impatient voice burst out from the living room.
"Oi! Are you to going to hang around forever or do I have to kick you out?" Bakura called, anger evident in his voice. Ryou bit on his lip, and Marik rolled his eyes, getting up off the case, and pushing the light off as he hoisted it into an upright position, straining under the mammoth case. Ryou giggled softly at his struggle, and ran to the door to open it for the yami.
Really, there was absolutely nothing wrong with Marik, at all. Not to Ryou. He was kind, sweet at times, he cared for Ryou, something that the light still found hard to believe. He wanted to stay with Marik forever, he wanted to stay happy and wanted and loved and excited, he wanted to stay with someone who thought of him more than a puppet, a slave, he needed it.
"Marik, I love you so much…" Ryou breathed from the doorway, a sweet happiness clouding his dark eyes.
Argh. Only 2100 words.. -feels bad- and it's all one bloody scene... I hate myself...
Well, R&R anyways...