((Thank you to those who have, and are starting to show interest in this Fic! Enjoy! Please Read and Review. I've put a lot of work and thought into this chapter. Discussion of infidelity with humor and understanding. Sexual Refrence. I hope this chapter meets or exceeds your expectations. I had fun with this chapter. Just as much fun as I've had with the rest of this fic! Please excuse update delays I am currently on vacation.))
Marik sat at the table with pen and paper about to start a letter to Yuugi. He looked up, and tapped Isis' hand; she was interested in a book. As she looked up and at Marik, he in a voice of curiosity and sarcasm questioned her. "Sister, what good is writing this letter going to do?" She glared, and he quickly added. "We don't have an address to send this to."
Isis frowned, she hadn't thought of that when she was dishing out the punishment; after all she was angry at the time. "You will write it, and we will send it to Kiaba. Kaiba will have it delivered to Yuugi when he checks into his hotel for National's." She smiled, pleased with herself and her quick thinking. "After all National's is being held in Japan." She returned to her magazine. "Don't try and worn your way out of this one." She muttered before flipping the page.
Marik glared at her, and muttered. "I wasn't trying to get out of it." He sighed, and wrote out Dear Yuugi.
A month had passed, and every draft Yuugi had written to Marik to describe the situation that had occurred he considered failures. To him this was a mater that should be settled face to face with Yami, but for one main reason he couldn't. That was that the puzzle wouldn't allow him direct contact with Yami. Everything had to go through Marik or Isis, and that he hated. And, he at the moment couldn't fly out to Egypt because the last set of Regional Tournaments was in progress. He'd have to do the next best thing, and that was place a phone call to Marik.
Marik stood up, leaving the pencil and note on the table; he went to answer the phone. Looking at the caller ID it simply said America; must be Yuugi he thought. Just my luck, he clicked the talk button. "Hello Yuugi." He was speaking in Arabic.
"Hello Marik. How did you know it was me?" Yuugi was speaking in Arabic.
"Caller ID said America. Who else do we know that lives in America?"
Yuugi thought for a moment. "I am sure there is some other Duelist that lives here besides me. However, non of them that would make a call to you personally."
"Exactly. Funny thing about it though is that I was just sitting down to write you. We were going to send it to Kaiba, and have him deliver it."
"Funnier thing is that I was trying to write you, I gave up, and decided to call. Everything okay. Must be important if you were willing to send it to Kaiba to insure it got to me."
Isis was glaring at Marik. Marik glared back. "Very important. Hold on Yuugi. Isis I'm going to have this conversation in the office. I'll relay it to you when it is over."
"Trying to hide something Marik?" Isis questioned Marik. Yuugi could hear Isis.
"No I just don't like you breathing down my neck." Marik retored, and now Yuugi could hear the sound of footsteps, a couple heavy breaths, and a door shutting. "Sorry about that Yuugi."
"What is wrong with Isis?" Yuugi questioned.
"By the time we are done sharing information you'll understand." Marik sighed. "Since you called me, do you want to share first or shall I." He paused. "But it wasn't like I could call you…"
"I'm not much into being around others much these days." Yuugi sighed. "Guess I'll share first. But when I'm done your going to have to relay it to Yami." He paused, sighing heavily enough to cause Marik to worry. "Because I need this resolved today."
Marik decided to hold his questions till later. "Alright then."
"About a month ago, a little after we returned back to Texas after our second round at the Regional Tournament my friend, James, invited me to a get together. All the alcohol was unlabeled; I have clue what I drank. I don't even the time I started to drink. I remember there were four of us, and then 20. I was dancing with Marik in a very inappropriate manor, and about 8 hours later." Yuugi took a deep breath. Marik held his own breath, this didn't sound like it was leading anywhere positive. "I woke up in James' bed with him holding me. The only thing covering us was a sheet. The room was in disarray, it looked like we had sex on every surface, ever square inch of the room." He paused for a quick breath, and then quickly added before Marik could say anything. "I don't know what happened. He doesn't know what happened. The room was locked, and no one else knows anything either."
Marik blinked a few times of which Yuugi couldn't see. He sighed deeply as he had seen it coming at the start of the topic. "Infidelity is a nasty, touchy subject." Who was he talk? He himself had bedded Yami many times. Seems Yuugi equaled out all his and Yami's days with just one evening with this James fellow.
"Now, do you see why I want this settled now? I didn't mean for it to happen. I didn't want it to happen. I am so worried Yami is going to hate me." Yuugi rambled sentences out as quickly as he thought them. However, he stopped when he heard himself say hate.
What could Marik say to this? If Yami hated Yuugi for one night of not remembered sex, then Yuugi could hate Yami for 5 months of remembered sex. "Before I venture to comment let me to find Yami to tell him what is going on."
"Alright Marik." Yuugi sighed. He could hear Marik opening the door, footsteps, a knock on the door, and another door opening.
The silence seemed endless to Yuugi. "Get The Fuck Out Marik!" It was Yami's voice, but it was ragged almost as if he was trying to catch his breath to even be angry.
Marik in the calmest voice he could manage. "Pharaoh when you've finished please come to the office, we've got to talk about something important. Please hurry this phone calls long distance." Next Yuugi herd the door shutting, more footsteps, and then another door shutting.
"Marik what was that about?" Yuugi questioned.
"Yami was taking care of business." Marik sighed. "Apparently he didn't like that fact that I am still refusing to help him out." He smacked his forehead as that last bit had just slipped out of his mouth. Well he had to discuss it, he just didn't mean for it to come out in such a fashion.
"Marik? Still refusing to help him?" Yuugi's voice wavered a bit between sounding angry and confused.
Marik paused for a few short seconds. "Remember how I said I was writing a letter. A letter I was going to send to Kaiba, so that I was sure you would get it?"
"Yes." It was all Yuugi could say.
"I've been fucking Yami." Marik blurted it out. There he had said it. Why did it feel so wrong to say it? His intentions behind it were honest. Quickly he added before Yuugi could reply. "Yami hasn't been fucking me."
Yuugi repeated those words several times over, in slowly sinking in. He could be illogical in the mater and start yelling. However, he thought logically and took a deep breath finally coming towards something sensible to say. "If this was Egypt 3000 years ago, I'm sure he'd have had a room full of fine young ladies and men. I'm sure they wouldn't be for show, they'd be for fucking or bearing children if he didn't wish to marry." Yuugi paused, yes it stung, but it was true. "Present day, he cannot have a room full of young ladies or men. He cannot even have me at the moment. You consider yourself his servant. You were doing your duty, and offering yourself to him as the next best thing."
Marik's head spun at how smart Yuugi could be. Now if Isis saw it like this. He was interrupted from his musings as Yuugi said his name. "Marik, why did you say that only you were doing the fucking and not Yami? Why did you stop?" This topic did make Yuugi's stomach turn a little, but at least he wasn't the only one dealing with infidelity. But if was servant to master could it be considered infidelity?
"Well, at the end of May he came onto me. I'd been holding off his advances insisting that only I be doing the fucking. My reasoning behind that was that by it being my actions if I fell in love with him then it was my stupidity that caused my own heartbreak. However, if he did the fucking then he took a risk of falling in love with me. If he did that, and left you then both him and you get hurt." Marik sighed. "Make sense?"
"Yes." Yuugi paused wiaiting for Marik to explain why he stopped.
"Good, then the reason I stopped is that he insisted that it is just as pleasuring to give as it is to receive. As I said he insisted on being able to give, and when I wouldn't allow it he got very pissed and told me not to come to his room again." Marik sighed. "Before you ask, this started when you went to America. He's been an extremely angry and temperamental person since the separation. You should see our walls." That was a shameless thing to add, but he had to. He was sick of plastering, he felt the Pharaoh should be cleaning up his mess but could never insist it.
"I'm sorry Marik for the trouble we are causing. Thank you for trying to please Yami. I do know he can be just what you said." Yuugi sighed. "Now I hope he can be as understand with my situation as I was with yours."
"Yuugi you are almost to understanding. He's a lucky guy, and if he gets angry over an accident…" Marik was cut off as Yami had entered the room. "Hold on Yuugi, the Pharaoh just walked in."
"Alright then Marik." Yuugi wished to Rah that Yami would understand. He'd rather be dead than have Yami angry with him.
"Yuugi's on the phone?" Yami gave Marik a curious grin.
"Wipe the grin off your face Pharaoh you know you cannot have the phone." Marik shot Yami a look. Yami shot it right back. Yuugi wondered what the silence was about. Then he could hear Marik telling Yami why Yuugi was calling in the first place.
"He what?" Yami had really emphasized on what.
"You heard me correctly the first time. Don't make me repeat it. I'm sure he is sick enough on his stomach having had to repeat it to me, and then hear me repeat it to you. As is, Yuugi is already in a fit thinking you'll hate him for this little slip of us." Marik sighed. "And he knows about me and you." Better slip that in to make things equal. Marik thought to himself. "He was understanding over us." Marik paused. "You really should be understanding for him."
Yami had to retell Marik's second hand story to himself. If Yuugi knew about their activities even if they had stooped and he wasn't mad then how could he be mad? "He doesn't hate me?"
"Nope." Marik said it almost to quickly, but it was true so he held onto the confidence in his voice. "Seems almost as if he predicted it."
"I don't hate Yuugi. It was an accident after all." Yami paused. "And just because you wake up naked in a room that is in disarray doesn't mean you had sex." He was rationalizing. "And he predicted us?" Now Yami was curious.
"I'll explain that later, let me get back to Yuugi." Marik smiled.
Yami nodded with a small smile. "Tell him I love and miss him."
Yuugi had heard it all, and even the door closing which he guessed was a sign that Yami had left the room.
"You heard us Yuugi?" Marik already knew the answer, and was actually pleased. However, he went ahead and repeated the conversation.
"Thank You Marik." Yuugi's voice held relief. "Tell him I love and Miss him too."
"Of course Yuugi. If I knew you two weren't' two sides of one soul I'd almost worry at how understanding you two are towards each other." Marik paused. "Now Yuugi while I've got you on the phone…" He again paused. "Tell me why did you leave Japan, and stop talking to everyone."
Yuugi sighed. He knew this would come up if he called; that is why he never called Marik or Isis either. Silence was broken as Marik spoke again. "If you don't want to talk about it that is fine." Marik still wanted to know, but he didn't want to cause any more discomfort to Yuugi.
Yuugi sighed. "I may have had Japan to myself growing up, but the truly memorable years revolve around Yami. Every step taken, I took with him. Retracing steps over and over again is depressing when you cannot share it with your lover who you shared it with previous. America holds no steps for me, other than Internationals." Yuugi's voice was monotone. "As for my silence to my friends. They tried to help, a bit too much actually. They insisted that they understand, when in fact they couldn't. Sure people break up, but this isn't a break up. It is a separation, something far worse than a breakup in most cases. Most of all, this is a separation not by our choice. We did nothing wrong to have to go through with this unless you count the selfish act of wanting Yami to have his own body." He sighed. "Also, the simple fact that if it wasn't for Yami they would have never wanted me for a friend."
"That is a ton of brick." Marik sighed. "I understand your point of view, but you should understand they just want was is best for you. They've kept away from you out of respect for you. Perhaps it is time to give back that respect and open up to them. You cannot stay silent forever, and even if you plan on just the remaining years they will still become strangers in the end."
"I know Marik, maybe at Internationals." Yuugi paused. "Hold on Marik." Yuugi spoke in English. "Samantha. I was just getting off. 20 minutes to pep talk right?"
Marik could hear Samantha laughing. "That sounds totally wrong considering your sitting on the bed naked." Yuugi was now laughing. "But, yes 20 minutes to pep talk. You better get dressed."
Marik was curious in tone. "Why is she in the room if you're naked?"
Yuugi spoke in Arabic again. "Currently we are residing in a suite. For some strange reason they put the two beds in one room. Then there is a living room, bathroom, and half kitchen. So really it just isn't just my room. They don't normally bunk different genders together, but we are the odd balls. Go figure, but it doesn't mater because we function the same. Run free in the room, and leather up otherwise."
"Buy a couple of robes. It is called decency. Did that ever occur to you?" Marik could hear the rustling of clothing. From the sounds of it, they were both getting dressed.
"We have robes. We just don't use them unless she is entertaining a female." Yuugi giggled. "We dress for regular company." He paused. "It gets complicated. You'd have to live with us. Please hold Marik." Yuugi propped the phone between his shoulder and ear. He spoke in English. "Turn around Samantha and I'll zip you up. Then you can zip me up."
"Alright then." Samantha replied.
Marik could hear zippers. "Yuugi is it that complicated to get dressed?"
Yuugi went back to speaking in Arabic. "We can dress ourselves, but it is quicker when you have help. Yami and myself use to help each other. Anyways, I've got to go. If we are late they will bitch. I prefer not to hear the bitching. Don't want to hear the sap as is, but unfortatly I am apart of the team so I have to hear it."
"This conversation will only go as far as Yami and Isis. You take care."
"Thank You Marik. I'll call again soon."
(Dial Tone.)