Title: Illicit Love
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Warning: Yaoi, drug use, swearing, violence
Special Note: I'd like to send a special thanks to my friend (and beta reader who harasses me, but in a good way) for checking over my chapters and making sure they're perfect (and now she'll probably correct this because of the bad grammar). Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter Five
Bakura sat broadly at the lunch table, his friends talking all around him. Snowy hair fell around his face, chocolate eyes staring between Seto and Yami, watching the wall with a blank stare. He hadn't seen nor heard from Marik since the weekend, the blonde no where in school, either. After questioning his brother, he determined that the violet eyed teen wasn't at school. No one had heard from him; he hadn't harassed his brother, hadn't caused trouble. The chocolate eyed teen figured he still had a hangover or a killer headache.
Heads snapped toward the main door of the cafeteria, the metal doors slamming against the concrete walls. Everyone at the table looked up to see Marik standing there. Violet eyes were narrowed into a murderous glare, quickly falling onto the object of his rage. Blonde hair was down, falling around his face and shoulders. His lips curled into a sneer. Moving in his usual long, graceful strides, his heels clicking against the floor as he stormed over to his usual table; a few hundred eyes settled upon him, watching as Keith stood.
Bakura stood, having seen that look on Marik's face at the bar, looking ready to kill. Chocolate eyes watched as the blonde walked over to Keith, and without warning, swung at him, his fist connecting with the other blonde's jaw. Instantly, people crowded around the two as the fight ensued. Keith stumbled and wiped the blood from his chin, eyes narrowed from behind his dark sunglasses. Bakura moved from his table, pushing his way into the crowd, as Marik took another wing at Keith, the other teen dodging and sending his fist into the violet eyed teens gut.
The grin that spread across Marik's face as Keith's fist connected with his gut was truly sadistic, violet eyes lighting up at the contact. He relished the pain that spread throughout his torso, taking notice of the horrified look on Keith's face as his grin spread from ear to ear. The grin turned truly dangerous as violet eyes narrowed and Marik brought his knee up, connecting with the underside of Keith's jaw.
The Egyptian knew Keith's every weakness. Long time drug use had slowed his reaction time, and a hard enough punch to the head or face would have been enough to send him reeling, blurring his vision. Years of drinking made his insides tender, slowly deteriorating. Keith wasn't the fighter he once was, and Marik knew. However, the drug dealer was never one to go down without a fight.
Keith stumbled back, coughing, spitting the blood from his mouth. All around him, he could hear security and the counselors shouting at them to stop, but the crowd was too big and packed from them to get through. He glanced over his sunglasses, seeing Marik's fist flying for his face, connecting. His head hit the floor, a groan leaving his lips. He looked up as Marik's foot was coming down to smash against his face and rolled out of the way, getting back to his feet.
He glared at Marik from behind his sunglasses and laughed at him. "C'mon, are you really that pissed?" he asked. "It was an instant high! Besides, that's what you get for getting in my way!" He swung, striking Marik's cheek, watching his head snap to the side. His other fist connected with the Egyptian's gut, and Marik doubled over, clutching the table, dry heaving, vomiting seconds later.
Keith laughed. "See, Marik, you're no match for me," he said, a smug grin on his face. "You're just my little junkie bi--" He stopped mid-sentence, voice coming out in a rasp, Marik's fist buried in his gut. The Egyptian's other hand reached up, grabbing Keith by his bandana and hair, slamming his face into the table twice, before throwing him to the floor, blood spilling from his lips has he coughed.
Violet eyes watched Keith, and a laugh escaped his lips. Stepping up to Keith, Marik sent his foot into the other blonde's gut, watching him cough up more blood. Combat boots made contact more than once, alternating between Keith's gut and face, Marik laughing the whole time. Bakura watched; chocolate eyes wide with a mixture of fascination and horror.
Marik held the same grin as he watched Keith writhing on the floor, groaning in pain. He chucked, bending down, grabbing a fistful of Keith's hair from under the bandana, pulling him up by it, hearing him groan again. "Was it as good for you as it was for me, bitch?" he snarled, sticking his tongue out, dragging it slowly up Keith's bloody face. "You ever double cross me like that again, and you won't be able to walk away from me." Throwing the other teen back onto the floor, the violet eyed Egyptian stood, turning with a glare, blood running out the corners of his lips. The crowd parted, everyone watching him fearfully. With a chuckle, Marik spat the blood onto the floor and walked off, shoving his hands into his pockets.
Bakura made his way up the sidewalk to Marik's home, knocking on the door. He'd left school grounds after the fight, and the chocolate eyed youth was unable to catch up to him. He took notice that the Nissan was gone, and pounded on the door, hoping someone would answer. He received no response, and knocked again, this time louder and with more force. Still he received no response. Shaking his head, Bakura checked the door handle and found it unlocked. Without a second thought, he let himself into the house.
Chocolate eyes looked around the home, finding it much cleaner than the last time he was over. Shaking his head, Bakura jogged up the stairs, going into Marik's room. He found the blonde passed out on his bed, dressed in a pair of boxers, his body covered in sweat. His breathing was shallow, eyes closed, head lulled to the side, blonde hair fanned out around his face. The snowy haired teen went over to the other, sitting on the bed and tapping his face, getting no response.
Sighing, Bakura stood and pulled Marik up, the other's head falling back. The pale teen lifted him up, surprised at how light the Egyptian truly was. With some careful maneuvering, Bakura got Marik out of his bedroom and into the bathroom, resting him in the tub. Reaching over, he turned the water on and pulled the knob n the faucet, turning on the shower. Cold water rushed out, beating against tan skin, making the teen in the tub stir, groaning slightly with a shiver.
"Marik!" Bakura's head snapped to the door, hearing someone call for the blonde. However, it didn't sound like his father, the voice sounding worried for him instead of angry at him.
Standing, Bakura went over to the bathroom door and stuck his head out as the person came running up the stairs. Chocolate eyes stared at the person before him. He was tall, possibly taller than the blonde who was passed out in the tub. He was nearly bald, except for the long, jet black pony tail in the middle of his forehead. Amber eyes settled on Bakura and he went over to him.
"Who are you?" he demanded, going into the bathroom and over to Marik, checking for a pulse and his breathing.
"Bakura," the snowy haired teen answered. "I'm...I'm a friend of Marik's. Who are you?"
"Rishid," the other answered. "What happened to my brother? And what was the school talking about? Saying he got into some fight..."
Bakura shook his head. "I'll explain later, but first, we have to get him to the hospital," he stated.
Rishid nodded. "Go into his room, and in the bottom drawer of the dresser should be a pair of sweat pants and a sweat shirt. Go grab those for me," he ordered, turning the water off pulling the blonde from the tub. Nodding, Bakura ran from the room, going into Marik's room. Grabbing a towel, Rishid began to dry the blonde's skin as he shivered.
"Are these it?" Bakura asked as he showed Rishid the clothes. The older man nodded and took the clothes, carefully lifting Marik to put them on him. "Would you like some help?" the snowy haired teen questioned.
Rishid nodded. "Just make sure he keeps breathing, and try to get him to the stairs," he said, gently handing Marik over to Bakura. "I need to grab his medical record."
Bakura looked down at Marik, and nodded. "Alright, I'll even try to get him down the stairs," he stated as Rishid left the bathroom. Sighing, he began to move the blonde, heading to the stairs, checking occasionally to make sure he was still breathing. After a couple minutes, he had him halfway down the stairs when Rishid came back with the medical record and helped Bakura. Together, they managed to get Marik outside and into the car before Rishid left Bakura there to take his brother to the hospital.
Bakura walked into his house and tossed his keys onto the table, looking lost in his own thoughts. He walked past the dining room table where his father and brother sat calling for him. Heading up the stairs, the snowy haired teen went into his room, shutting the door behind him, going over to lie on his bed. Chocolate eyes stared up at the ceiling, thinking about what he just saw.
Rolling over, Bakura buried his face into his pillow, thinking about Marik. He never imagined someone who could bully others, and take someone on in a fight and win, could suddenly be so helpless. He kept seeing the blonde's face; his eyes closed and mouth slack as his body lost a fight against whatever drugs he had taken.
The snowy haired teen could never understand how someone could become so dependent on drugs. To see Marik the way he was depressed him. The blonde had become so dependent that everything led back to them. Somehow, Bakura thought that if Marik were to get an A on an assignment, his first instinct would be to do a line of coke. Sighing, Bakura tried to push the image of the blonde from his mind.
"Bakura?" Lifting his head from the pillow, the teen in question looked over towards the door, seeing his brother standing there, looking concerned.
"What is it, Ryou?" Bakura questioned, sitting up, tired chocolate eyes staring at his brother. The younger version of himself bit his lip before going to sit on the bed.
"Are you feeling okay?" Ryou questioned, looking up at his brother. "You didn't respond when dad and I called, you missed dinner, after school you ran straight to Marik's house! Why would you want to be anywhere near him after what he did?"
Sighing, Bakura ruffled Ryou's hair. "You wouldn't understand," he stated. "That to me was like an action movie come to life! A sadistic one, but that's not the point. And I can't get over the look on Marik's face as he did it. It's one of the only times I've seen where he's enjoying life."
Ryou stared at his brother with mild disgust. "How could you have enjoyed that?" he asked. "I don't like Keith, but he didn't deserve that! No one deserved that! Marik is nothing more than a mean, horrible person and you should stay away from him!"
Bakura shook his head. "It's not that simple," he stated. "I've seen aspects of Marik's life that he wouldn't want anyone to know, and I can understand why he is the way he is." Standing, the snowy haired teen went over to his dresser and grabbed a change of clothes. "Is that all you wanted to talk about? I still need to shower."
Ryou nodded. "Yeah, that's all," he muttered, leaving the room. Sighing, Bakura followed, turning, heading into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.