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Chapter 15: What's necessary?
Okay, wanted to clear a few things up. I stopped using hikari to refer to Malik because I learned the real word Marik uses for him: shujinkaku. It means "primary personality". Marik sometimes uses "o-shujinkaku-sama" instead, which is "honorable primary personality." He usually uses it to be sarcastic. I'll probably use hikari again, though; it's just easier. Alright, so enjoy the fic.
Yugi didn't stop pulling Marik along until they'd reached a maze of apartments. All of the buildings were metal and shiny, reflecting the swollen sun painfully and aiming its beams straight towards their eyes. Yugi reached up with one hand to shield his eyes as he led Marik up a long flight of steel steps. Marik followed quietly, his face pale. What if the police had caught him? Usually the police were busy with all of the gang fights in Domino, but today they had started to come after him. Perhaps someone had called a lodged a complaint up the mayor's ass? He doubted it. Ra hated him that day, pure and simple.
So then why was Ra letting him touch Yugi's hand? Yugi was only dimly aware of it himself; his grasp, originally tightened around Marik's wrist, had lowered to Marik's hand. Their fingers were laced, and Yugi didn't even have a clue. But Marik was. He wrenched his fingers free and shoved Yugi's arm away, but continued to follow him.
Yugi finally led Marik up to a door. He jiggled the knob a bit, and the door swung upon freely. He ran inside and made a pulling motion with his arm, as if to say If you hadn't broken away, I'd of just pulled your arm out of its socket. So THERE. :P
Marik followed Yugi into the dark room. A moment later the petite blonde flicked the light switch, and Marik was able to see an old television, a queen sized bed with a gray, braided comforter, and three doors leading to two bathrooms and a tiny kitchen.
"Where are we?" he asked. Yugi gave him a superior look.
"We," he began, "are at my aunt's former apartment. She still pays rent for it and stuff, because she's convinced that she'll be moving back 'any day now'. In the meantime, it makes for an awesome hang out for beer parties."
"Not that you've thrown any," Marik shot.
Yugi rolled his eyes. "The point is that I could. If I drank. Or if any of my friends drank."
"None do?"
"Nope."
"Not even Joey?" Marik mused. Yugi glared at him.
"Uhm, Marik, Joey doesn't drink period. His dad's an alcoholic, so he swore he was never going to drink, ever…" Yugi paused for a moment. "Actually, this would be an awesome place to set off fireworks indoors."
Whoa now. Marik reached over and punched Yugi lightly in the head. "Don't," he advised.
Yugi grinned. "Aw, is wittle Marik afraid of some fireworks?" he crooned. Marik stepped back, disgusted.
"Don't ever do that again."
"Okey-dokey!" Yugi said in the same babyish voice. He went over to sit on the bed. "Whew… You know, Marik, you can't just wreck traffic and then stand there. I mean, usually the police are too busy attending to all the robberies and stuff that go on downtown, but I guess today they had enough free time to come after you. And then one day somebody will give the police a description of you, and you'll have to go on the lam and grow a beard." Yugi grinned at him. "And that would look pretty funky, on you."
Marik squinted his eyes, indicating THOUGHT! Omg. "On the… lamb?"
"On the lam. It means on the run from the police. Any more questions?" Yugi leaned back against the pillows and grinned, obviously enjoying the fact that he knew more than Marik.
"Would you turn in a description of me?" Marik asked. He had to.
Yugi looked surprised. "Um… No, Marik. I wouldn't do that to you—Malik, Ishizu, and Odion, I mean, it would make them look bad, and yeah—so—no." Yugi rolled over to face away from Marik.
He heard Marik's footsteps, assuming that Marik was going to use the bathroom or something. Even so, Yugi had this inanely strong feeling that somebody, if not Marik, was staring at his butt. Eventually, he became so convinced that he rolled to tell Marik to cut it out, only to find out that Marik had gone to the bathroom and that it had all been in his head.
Yugi shook his head. His blonde bands shimmered in the dusty light. "Why did I help him?" he asked himself aloud.
"I wonder the same thing."
Yugi got off of the bed and looked Marik full in the face, which basically meant he had to stand in front of Marik and tilt his head at a 72.5 degree angle.
"Maybe it's because you're just a total loser," Yugi tried. "The Domino Police are some of the most incompetent officers in Japan! If you were actually caught by them, can you imagine the embarrassment you'd have to face?"
Marik pulled his lips into a tight scowl, but didn't say anything. Yugi turned and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the TV. He knew that the TV would work, but he didn't feel like turning it on. Again, he felt that paranoid consciousness gnaw at him, telling him that someone was staring at him. He turned.
Marik was indeed staring at him, leaning against the opposite wall with his arms crossed and his eyes trained right on Yugi.
Yugi shook his head a little. It doesn't matter; it's just Marik. It isn't like he's going to REALLY rape me or anything like that. That would be crazy, and I can't see what Marik would get out of it, except, uh, that. Pause. End awkward train of that.
Marik's dark lavender eyes burned a whole in Yugi's side. Yugi shivered uncomfortably.
"Hey, stop staring at me," he said defensively.
Oh yeah, good one. The New Yugi ALWAYS tries to sound that lame.
Yugi groaned. "No, really Marik. Cut it out!"
Silence filled the air. Silence is not paranoia's best medicine.
It's just Marik, Yugi told himself. I don't care whether Marik is staring at me or not. Are my clothes messy? Does it matter? Errg, he's making me PARANOID!
Now that Marik knew that he was bothering Yugi, he poured all of his energy into making his eyes as blank (and thus mysterious) and dark (and thus threatening) as possible. He imagined that he could slice Yugi open with his mental strength. Invisible eyebeams were conjured. Finally, Yugi turned to Marik, his mouth open in a whining stance. He brushed his bang out of his face and opened his mouth to say something.