AN- Hey guy's! Guess what? Since the new rule came out on that we can't thank our viewers in the stories I've become supper pissed off. But you know what to hell with them because Vicious-Loner helped edit my fic's and disserves credit weather they like it or not! So here it is!
Vicious-Loner- Thanks for helping edit the last story update, I forgot to add you into the credits and posted ahead of getting your return letter so I'm thanking you now, and dedicating this next few chapters to you since I don't remember what story it was that you helped me with! Thanks!
WARNING- LEMON! THERE IS A LEMON IN THIS CHAPTER! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT OF AGE!
Disclaimer- I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh and I still see no reason for me to have to write these silly disclaimers as Kazuki is Japanese and there for could not possibly be writing this right now. Apart from that he does not support shonen-ai/yaoi and has no need to be writing fan fiction about his own stuff seeing as he own it. Thank you.
My Life...My Death...My Story...
Chapter 5: Marik's Return
"B-but sir I-I tried I really truly did! Please! Please take pity on my soul! Please!"
"Silence!" A tall, slender figure rose to it's feet before the other, lifting his golden item into the air he showed his power to them all.
"You have failed me for the last time..." His voice was stern and his eyes were like ice as he stared to the pleading male before him.
Why fear this male? This teenage boy? The one which many knew as master? Because he held within his grasp one thing that none of them could ever hope to posses...That they could never comprehend...
The power of the Millennium Rod. The power to control and posses the body's of the beings around them, to take their mind and treat it as their own...to posses the weak willed of all who apposed him...To create his army of slaves...
"P-p-please! Lord Malik! Have mercy on my soul!"
Yes...this man was none other then the sweat and innocent child Malik...the child who had been left corrupt by the world he had seen within his dreams so vary long ago, the death of his father and the awakening of Marik...
"I said silence!" He raised his voice to meet and surpass the others, watching as he once more recoiled in fear from his master.
"Hold him for the shadows."
"NO! PLEASE! PLEASE MASTER MALIK! MERCEY, MERCEY!" Men from all sides moved to secure the man, holding him still before the younger master.
"I will not have anyone as weak as the likes of you upon my boat." The golden item was lifted into the air and within a moment a scream like thunder rang threw the air. A golden flash held within the sky's ebony curtain and a laugh rang threw the air.
"May the shadows find a use for your soul..." Smirking he turned on his heal, making his way back into that of his room.
"Master Malik...what should we do with the body?"
He halted within his doorway for a moment, glancing over his shoulder to see who might have been questioning him...it was his dear brother...Odion...
"Just throw it over the side...we don't need it here."
"Yes sir.."
Deep ebony engulfed all that laid within the depths of the midnight sky; the ocean a matching shade of charcoal black. Not even the stares shone within the darkness.
Storm clouds circled and the towering waves that now crashed ageist the sides of the large yacht.
Within the depths of the oak ship laid the unforgotten figure of the blond boy named Malik. The boy more called Master then anything else.
It had been many years since he had last seen the death of his father and the boy was now a man. Being sixteen years old now he held more money then most and ran himself a small organization of people known as The Rare Hunters.
This of course was all thanks to his magical Rod. Though no one but himself, Odion and Isis knew of it's existing powers
"Nnnn...uhhh...nhhh..."
His soft voice drifted threw the still night air as his smoth tan body shifted threw the cool sheets of his gently rocking bed.
The waves continued to slam carelessly ageist the ship, thunder boomed threw out the night and lightning flashed.
Malik...rise...rise and resurrect me...bring me from the darkness once more...
Lilac orbs flew open, his small body bolting up, an icy sweat dripping gently down his face.
"Oh...Ra, it was only a dream...thank the Gods..." He gave a small sigh of relief as he moved his feet over the side of his bed and onto that of the cool wood floor. "I need to get some water..."
He tugged along to the bathroom, not bothering to flick on the lights as his eyes had already egested to the lack of lighting and he felt no need to blind himself.
Grabbing the cup he kept next to his sink he flipped on the tap and gathered some f the crystal liquid into the small tumbler before stopping the stream of liquid and pressing the rim of the cup to his petal like lips. Taking the cool water into his mouth and swallowing gratefully.
Light to Dark and Dark to Light.
"What the fuck?" Raising an eyebrow in question to the odd voice ringing within his head he lifted his eyes, moving them cautiously about the room. "What the hell was that?"
The two shall mix as day and night.
Scowling he spun around, now in search of the voice echoing about him. "Who goes there! Show yourself!"
For freedom from one to the other.
Cautiously he moved from his place within the small room and back into that of his larger bed room, his eyes scanning for anything that he may have been missing from when he had first woken up.
May they become the others brother.
Cautiously moving towards that of the light switch he came to a stop.
Come forth the spirit of the Rod and set this body free!
His lilac's shot to their largest size and he took a step back, his eyes glued to the mirror and he reflection of himself, grinning like a mad man chanting the words which echoed within his mind...
Marik!
"Geahhhhhh!" Malik fell to his knees as the pain of s thousand knifes shot threw his body. His voice carried like the wind threw the small boat reaching the ears of many and the sleeping mind of none.
/Heh, heh, heh, no one can hear you my pretty, pretty soft one...scream as much as you like...I know you must hurt.../
Fingers flew to the burning flesh of his back, his head was lay pressed ageist the dirt of the floor as his hands flew over his shoulders in a strained attempt to reach the ripping flesh.
A small bump beneath the skin began to bubble and grow. Stretching the flesh upon his back and ripping threw it like tissue paper. Hot blood fell like rivers from the ever growing cut, a second back emerging from that of his own like a butterfly from it's cocoon.
His hands fell back to the floor as his voice continued to rip threw the air, his fingernails digging into the deep oak wood that graced his floor. Crystal tears streaking his pain filled face.
Strong shoulders pulled up from the tender skin, finally freeing a blood soaking head of platinum blond hair, it's wild spikes moving in every direction as it took it's first breath of air and pulled the rest of it's being from the boys body, stepping onto the floor just to the side of his light he stared down to the small shaking figure knowing that it could only be one person...
"Malik..."
The torn flesh of the younger appearing males back began to close once more, the long strings of torn dripping flesh stretching across his back muscles and spine like a spiders web closing it up as if nothing had ever occurred.
Your wish has been granted…
The naked figure that now stood freely next to that of his smaller self smiled, crouching down he moved his blood coated hands about the pain filled body of his light. Picking him up and gently placing him onto that of their bed.
"Pretty, pretty screaming angel all right now?"
"Nhhh...uhh...nuhhh..." his voice came in gasps, tears still streaking down his soft face. he could feel nothing, hear nothing...all he knew was the pain that swarmed his body.
"You will be fine my pretty, pretty little one. No one shall bother you. I have put them to sleep for you...yes, yes, sleep, sleep...my magic is that of the shadows and anger...no one may break it, and no one shall come. They have all been placed into a sleep that shall hold them until the morrow love..."
Gentle hands moved threw the silky strands that was Malik's hair, strawberry streaks of his still wet blood were left behind within the sea of gold as proof of his gentle touch.
Tear filled lilacs moved open to stare upon that of his darker half...
His vision was blurry...out of focus from all of his pain...but still he could see him...still he could make out the form of his twin...Deep violet eyes, dark sand link skin, wet golden hair...
"W-who...who are you...?"
"I am Marik...I am your guardian, your soul, your savior, your life and your death...I am your yami...and you are my hakari you are but the light to my dark...we are one in another..."
"M-Marik...I-I remember you...y-you've saved me before haven't you?...You saved me from that man...form the Witty Phantom...didn't you...?"
"Does my pretty, pretty little one remember all the way back to that? You remember Marik before he gathered that of his body? before he had a form?"
"I remember...you saved me from him...form my father...and I never got the chance to thank you..."
The darker being tilted his head for a moment as the thoughts and feelings of the other settled into his mind and he began to recognize what it was that the other was talking about...he had no idea of his murdering his father, he was referring to the one that had represented his father within that nightmare he had when he was a child, the one that had taken place within the shadow realm.
The nightmare that had brought him to life...
"And how does my pretty, pretty little one wish to thank me?" a hand moved to gently grab onto the wild platinum hairs next to his ear, pulling the naked body ageist his own and gently pressing his lips onto that of the others...
"Mmm...Marik likes this form of thank you...yes, yes vary, vary much..."A long tong moved out from between two soft lips running over the new set before him before slipping back into his mouth enjoying the flavor that he had received from his other half.
"Thank you..."
"Mmm...Welcome.." smirking he watched as the smaller beings eyes slipped shut and he fell back onto his pillow, slipping back into a deep dreamless sleep. He had found his savior...his hero from when he was a child and he had finally gotten the chance to thank him...
"Poor, poor little one, When you awake you will believe this to all be but a dream and then I will have to prove to you the truth..." Smirking his lifeless half lidded eyes glinted with mischief.
"But for now you are asleep and for now I shall use this precious time to dispatch of the one who sealed me off before. So if you shall excuse me for a moment, I must be off to seek my vengeance and destroy your older brother...It is time that Odion felt what it is like to be trapped within the lifeless shadows for half a dozen years...as he has done to me..."
His smirk seemed to widen as he turned to move from the room, stopping for only a moment to glance back at his newly found love.
"I will return for you Mal-hmm?" He blinked for a moment as his eyes stared to the golden item that shown within the golden light given by the thunder. It was the Shennen Rod. Why had his love throw it so carelessly to the floor? Why would his lovely throw the Rod away? It was such a pretty item. It could make one bleed and scream, force their souls to bend to their every command.
Frowning he moved across the floor once more picking up the discarded Item.
"He does not yet understand the full capability of your powers...I will watch you for him until he is ready."
His devious smile still in play he moved from the small room walking onto that of the soaking main deck. The waves and rain crashed heartlessly ageist the wood, tossing the boat like a toy, his dark bronze skin shimmering as the rain ran down his naked form.
Crystal like icy rain fell down his blood soaked body as he moved over the small ship, still in search of his abiou's older sibling. The crimson blood form his earlier appearance falling onto the deck with the rain...
Now where to find the older brother of my light...I can not kill him if I do not know where he is...yes? Mmmm, and it shall be such a sweat punish for him. I will torture him for keeping me away from my sweet fragile Malik like that...he shall not be forgiven.
Stopping before every door he searched the small boat for his victim of choice. Every door lead to something different, one to the kitchen, one to their meeting room, one to a storage room, and the rest to bed rooms...three bedrooms. One for the men, one for Malik and one for...
He stopped in front of the last door, smirking as it creaked open and to his desire he found Odion. Sleeping as soundly as all of the others trapped within this coma like state.
"Heh heh heh, found you..." his voice was like ice, stern, cold and calm...it was nothing like the way it had been for Malik, warm and soothing...to a point anyways...but now it held threat in it...threat and insanity...
He moved before the other male stopping just short of his bed. His hands traced every curve of the small golden item for but a moment, slowly twisting the end from it's base to reveal the dagger hidden within it.
"Rise and awaken...my sleeping brother..."
"uhh..." deep sapphire eyes slowly slid open with the command of release. Now being awakened from his curse...
"Welcome to hell..."
"NOOOO!"
"Uhhh...Gods...what the hell...?" Malik frowned as he slowly got up from his blood soaked bed, his back felt like hell and he had a headache that was to die for.
"Uhh...crap...I need to find Odion...I don't think I'll be able to run the ship today..."
He lifted a hand to his head, feeling the dried residue in his hair of...something...
"What the?" pulling back his figures he stared at the layer of dried blood that he now knew coated his hair, turning to find his pillow for more proof of what it might be he instead found his bed. Soaked in still drying blood.
"What the fucking hell!" His hand flew to his back and he once more touched the dried crimson liquid that stained his flesh.
His eyes shot around in a panic and he moved to terror from his room, slipping upon the wet floor and falling instead.
"Sh-shit..." he rubbed the sorest area of his back, biting lightly down onto his lip.
"What the heck did I slip on..." he gowned peering about for yet another moment before flying to his feet once more...he had slipped on blood? More blood! There was blood all over his floor, all over his room! Someone had been bleeding in his bedroom!
"But that's imposable...It happened in a dream...I had been the one bleeding...I had seen Marik...he had come back..."
His eyes widened in fear and realization as to what was going on. "B-but he can't! He's not real, he's just a figment of my imagination...just a being of my thoughts..." once more the young male tore off from his room.
"ODION! ODION!"
He flipped around the corners in search of his older sibling, the men did not move to greet their master as they normally would have. They moved about the ship like zombies completing their tasks without so much as a word to one another...
"What the hell!" he stopped for a moment, examining the men as they moved about the ship…they were under the power of the Rod...that was expected…he had taken all of their minds months ago!
But...
"I don't have the Rod.." Fear filled his body from head to toe and for a moment he knew the true meaning of what fear was...
Eyes still wide he tore of again, sliding about on the soaked deck as he found the stairs leading down to the other rooms.
"ODION! ODION!" The door flew open and he raced into the darkness quickly finding the light.
"Odion something's happened! The men are all under control and I don't even have th-ODION!"
Sitting in the chair before him was the corpse of his older brother. The flesh of his face hung loose from the skull, his eyes lids pealed away like paper, his lips removed from his face.
The huge chestnut orbs that rested within his skull stared back to him, haunting his mind worming deep into the cavity of his soul...
His upper body clothing had been torn away along with the flesh. Giving the boy a perfect view of his siblings inners. Blood and half torn flesh clung to the naked bone of his ribs.
His heart laid delicately within the palm of his hand, his nail less fingers holding it tightly within his grasp.
A hand moved slowly to his mouth, his stomach began to turn and his body began to violently shake...his brother was dead...murdered...
Taking a slow step back he bumped into another.
"What is wrong with my pretty, pretty little one? Why are you all soft and sad now?"
His lip began to quiver and he flipped around to find Marik...Marik the man from his dreams...the one who had sworn to protect him...
"S-someone killed Odion..." Tears stung at the back of his eyes and his throat tightened like never before, the tears now coming forth to stream form his eyes...
This wasn't real, it couldn't be happening! He had known Marik since he was little, had held conversations with him within his dreams for last six years! How could he be real! Was last night real? Did it really happen? Was this another incident of the Pharaoh's shadow magic? Of the shadow realm?
"Yes."
Lilac depths blinked for but a moment, slowly turning to question the others reply to his thoughts.
"W-what did you say?"
Strong arms moved about his body pulling him ageist the other male for comfort. His warm body heat almost instantly began to sooth his soul, his tears drying as he listened to the other speak.
"Last night was not a dream, nor was six years ago. This is the act of shadow magic, and I am real. I am here to stay and I am here to protect you."
Blinking for another moment he lowered his face to rest ageist the others chest...gripping to the black shirt he now wore. (That's right folks he got dressed!)
Marik's come to protect me...he's here to save me from the Pharaoh and help me seek my vengeance...he had said that last night didn't he?
Pausing in his thoughts for a moment he drew his mind back to the occurrence of the previous night...
Flash back
"W-who...who are you...?"
"I am Marik...I am you're guardian, you're soul, you're savior, you're life and you're death...I am you're yami...and you are my hakari you are but the light to my dark...we are one in another..."
"M-Marik...I-I remember you...y-you've saved me before haven't you?...You saved me from that man...form the Witty Phantom...didn't you...?"
"Does my pretty, pretty little one remember all the way back to that? You remember Marik before he gathered that of his body? before he had a form?"
"I remember...you save me from him...form my father...and I never got the chance to thank you..."
The darker being tilted his head for a moment as the thoughts and feelings of the other settled into his mind and he began to recognize what it was that the other was talking about...he had no idea of his murdering his father, he was referring to the one that had represented his father within that nightmare he had when he was a child, the one that had taken place within the shadow realm.
The nightmare that had brought him to life...
"And how does my pretty, pretty little one wish to thank me?" a hand moved to gently grab onto the wild platinum hairs next to his ear, pulling the naked body ageist his own and gently pressing his lips onto that of the others...
"Mmm...Marik likes this form of thank you...yes, yes vary, vary much..."A long tong moved out from between two soft lips running over the new set before him before slipping back into his mouth enjoying the flavor that he had received from his other half.
"Thank you..."
"Mmm...Welcome.." smirking he watched as the smaller beings eyes slipped shut and he fell back onto his pillow, slipping back into a deep dreamless sleep. He had found his savior...his hero from when he was a child and he had finally gotten the chance to thank him...
"Poor poor little one, When you awake you will believe this to all be but a dream and then I will have to prove to you the truth..." Smirking his lifeless half lidded eyes glinted with mystuf.
"But for now you are asleep and for now I shall use this precise time to dispatch of the one who sealed me off before. So if you shall excuse me for a moment, I must be off to seek my vengeance and destroy your older brother...It is time that Odion felt what it is like to be trapped within the lifeless shadows for half a dozen years...as he has done to me..."
End of flash back
Eyes wide he froze within the others grip...he had been the one to kill Odion...he was the one who was now holding the ship...he was the one destroying his life again!
"Y-YOU! It was you!" Hew pushed shi body from the others pulling away from his and pointing an accusing finger to the male.
"You were the one who killed Odion! You're the one who had control over my ship! Y-you're the one who killed my father too aren't you!"
"I will not lie to my pretty, pretty screaming angle. I did destroy their minds. But that is because they wished to destroy you. Pretty one's father wanted him dead and Marik wanted Pretty one to live."
"What about Odion! What the hell did he do!"
His gaze darkened at the hatred stored within his loves voice. he wasn't happy with him. He was mad at him. Mad for destroying the one person who stood in his way of being able to see his pretty, pretty hakari for so long. He dared to take his side after what he had done for him?
"He sealed me inside the depths of your body, trapped me within the bowels of your soul so that I may suffer and die there, away from my love, from you. He wished to trap me for all eternity. And I refused to die."
Taking a step foreword he grabbed the small males hand, puling his arm roughly so that his body collided with that if his own.
"You are mine, no one else's." his voice was once more filled with madness. Anger and insanity, he would fall to no one and greave for but one. "No one shall ever be aloud to touch you but me."
"Let go of me! You're hurting me Damn-it! Marik release me!" his hands continued to wrestle with the grip of the other, though it all remained to be useless struggle. "I belong to no one! I am not to be owned and I will not be a toy for amusement!"
Frowning again he jerked the male over flipping him over his shoulder and leaving the horror filled room.
"Then I will make you mine." he snarled the words in a blood lusting voice, if he wouldn't be his by will then he would take him by force. He would own him as a pet if he wouldn't be a lover.
"NO! Marik stop!" he thrashed out at the other sinking his nails into the mid of his back, driving his knee into his strum. Though none of it proved to be useful and he remained to be at the giants mercy.
"Damn-it! You ass hole! Put me down now!" his eyes searched for something to grab his mind looking for something to do. He turned to one of his many men. "Stop him at once!"
No response.
"I order you to attack him!"
There was a insanity once more filled the air as the yami took it upon himself to laugh at the foolish boy's attempts for help.
"I now posses the Rod abiou, and with it I now control the people of this ship not you."
He could feel his heart beginning to race within his chest...he could do nothing! He was trapped on a boat in the middle of an ocean without his Rod and with this psycho.
The door to his room flew open once more and the blond was dropped inside.
"What the hell are you doing? What the fuck do you want!"
"Hehheh, exactly..."
"huh?"
The door was soon locked and the male blinked for a moment watching as he move closer and closer to him and for some reason...he couldn't move...
"W-what the hell is happening! I-I can't-"
"Move? Hehheh, Isn't the ability to control one's body amazing?" He continued towards the other taking him into his arms and walking the two of them back to the bed.
"N-no! stop! leave me alone!"
"Mmmm.." he purred ageist the flesh of his neck leaning them back onto the blood soaked mattress and moving to straddle the young males hips. "But there's just no fun in that love..."
"Neah! G-get off of me!" He threw his head about trying desperately to regain control over his body. But all that he found was that he could do nothing. Nothing but watch and moan...
Talented fingers traveled down the sides of his newly found bed slave, tucking the tops of his fingers under the elastic of his abious pants he began to slip them over his hips sliding the cotton fabric onto the floor.
"hm...I see you don't sleep wearing undergarments...how pleasant."
Biting his lip he once more attempted at moving his body and once more nothing came of it. Marik held full control over him and until he wished other wise he would remain holding control over the small male. Able to fold and shape him as he willed.
"Y-you bastered! What the hell happened to pretty, pretty soft and all that bull shit!"
"I only speak like that to you...and only when I'm happy."
His own set of cloths soon followed Malik's, their deep tan skin now pressed hard ageist each others.
"You shall soon see my pretty...I will make you mine.."
A small wine escaped the smaller male as his legs were moved about the others waist. He was going to take him! He was going to steal the act of being his first! He was going to rape him!
"I hate you!"
"Not for long."
Strong figures moved up into the small males golden locks, gathering a large fist full of his silk like hair and forcing his head foreword.
"Neahhh!" he opened his mouth crying out at the motion only to have the hot cavity quickly filled with the others tong.
/heh, considered yourself free my love../
/W-what/
Releasing control over the smaller males body he quickly sheathed himself, plunging deep into the others body and pulling out in the same quick motion stopping so just the tip rested inside before plunging back into his tight passage again.
His eyes widened and his hands flew about the others back. He hurt! It hurt! His body was moved ageist the bed with each motion, each thrush causing the small boy to shift upon the soaking sheets.
He lay there screaming, and Marik smirked swallowing every word he could, forcing the shouts to a minimum as his tong and body continued invading the smaller boys.
The inner flesh was torn, the blood now working as a lubricant for the male as he continued to move within him.
/Where is it my pretty, pretty screaming angle? Where is your spot? Where is your white lights and pleasure? Why can I not find it within you/
He whimpered to the others words pulling his face away from the psychopath to gather some much needed air, and hiss in the pain of it all.
/Perhaps it is hidden deeper within you love...I will look for you../
Stopping the conversation he held within the others mind he continued pounding into him, forcing his body deeper and deeper into that of the young male.
The screams of protest growing with each painful thrust until..
"Uhhhh!" A screaming moan was heard and the teen froze his eyes closing as he tried to figure out what it was his body was doing to him, why he was feeling such overwhelming pleasure from this being of hate and horror!
"Bingo." Taking aim he moved in again and once more heard the moan, this was it and now, now he would be able to give his lovely something to remember him by.
He clung to other as he continued to move within him, his moans growing, his mind playing out the demands that his lips could not spell, and Marik was more then pleased to fulfill them.
"N-N-Neah! Y-yami!" He knew little of why this was happening why he felt so good when his brother had just passed, when he was being raped, his ship was stolen and he had lost the Rod...but he was.. and he liked it!
White lights flashed beneath his eyelids and the overwhelming pleasure finally came to him forcing him to come upon the stomach of his new master for the first and certainly not the last time.
Overwhelmed with mixed emotions, pain, pleasure, hate, love, lust, sorrow...it was far too much for the young sixteen year old to handle. His mind and body giving out he soon found himself unconscious.
Marik was short to follow after the others come, quickly coming within the body of his unconscious little abiou.
"You have had quite a day my pretty, pretty little one. I shall leave you to rest. We can continue our argument in the morning."
Leaning over he pressed his lips to his forehead before getting dressed and leaving the room. Once more leaving Malik to the darkness of his dreams.
AN- So what do you think? Am I good with lemon seans or should I never be permitted to write one ever again? I'm going to need to know this valuable information for the nest one...two...Two rape sceans coming up! Come on people, come on! I can't write what you want if you don't tell me what it is that you want to hear! Errr...Read!
Lol, well whatever. The next chapter is probably going to be a split of either Yugi/Yami and Bakura/Ryou or Yugi/Yami and Seto/Jou. Which one should I pick?