Malik: Yeah, because you've finally decided to get off your lazy ass and type the damned things.
jerk...turns to readers I hope you all enjoy this chapter!
Malik: pouts she won't give me sugar anymore...it wasn't that bad...I mean, I've been worse than that...
Ryou: O.o That's possible?
Marik: eye twitches at memory Yes.
Alright, Malik, please read the disclaimers for me. And no adding crap!
Malik: rolls eyes Kakarika doesn't own Yugioh.
good boy! And for the record, this story is AU.
Malik: I got a roasted marshmallow!
"..." talking
'...' thinking
Hikari to Yami
Yami to Hikari
change of time/place
(...) author notes
Ages:
Yugi, Jounouchi, Anzu, Honda, Ryou, & Malik: 17
Kaiba, Yami, Marik: 18
Bakura: 19
Mokuba: 15
Translations:
Aibou...partner
Yadonushi...host/landlord
Tenshi...angel
In the hotel room
Yami paced the room trying to come up with a better solution than Marik's. He stopped pacing and picked up his cell phone, calling the only person who could stop Marik.
Ishtar house
"K'so! Why the hell am I so bothered by this!" In a fit of rage and frustration, Malik punched the object closest to him. Unfortunately for him, it just happened to be a vase which shattered upon impact. "Fuck!" Malik started muttering curses in every language he knew as he bandaged his bleeding hand. Just to add to his wonderful time, his cell phone started ringing. He glared at his phone for a moment before answering. "This had better be important."
"Believe me, it is."
Malik's anger dissolved into confusion. "Pharaoh? What do you want?"
"I need to talk to you about Marik."
"...What about him?"
"He's in love with you Malik, he's just too damn stubborn to say anything himself."
Malik's entire body went rigid. "W-what? What did you just say?"
"Marik loves you. He was just with me a few minutes ago crying his heart out. After Battle City ended, Marik regained all of his memories from his past. He went to Egypt with Bakura in an attempt to collect himself, but apparently it didn't help much. Being in Egypt only made him realize how miserable his is without you. The knowledge that he severely hurt the one person he loves was like a dagger through his heart. Bakura managed to force him to come back to Japan only to have you act like a dick and drive the dagger even deeper. Malik, if he leaves now, you'll never see him again."
Malik sank to his knees as he was overcome by guilt and regret. "He loves me that much? Why didn't he just tell me and apologize? I would have eventually forgiven him..."
"He was too afraid. He remembered how much he had to go through in his past, and he didn't want to be hurt again."
Taking a shaky breath, Malik closed his eyes. "So, tomorrow is the last day I'll see him?"
He heard Yami sigh heavily. "No. He's at the airport right now. He's leaving tonight."
Malik's grip on his cell phone tightened considerably as his eyes snapped open. "What? That bastard lied to me?"
"Pretty much."
Throwing his phone against a wall, Malik grabbed his keys and ran outside. 'That son of a bitch...How dare he lie to me like that? I'm not going to let him get away with this.' Without hesitation, he jumped on his motorcycle and sped off.
Airport
--Flight 140 to Cairo, Egypt now boarding--
Marik sighed heavily as he stood from the bench and walked towards the gate. Just as he was about to show his ticket to the woman at the gate, Marik heard screaming coming from the entrance. He turned around in time to see Malik's bike come to a screeching halt in front of him. He blinked in shock as Malik jumped off his bike and threw his helmet to the ground, looking completely pissed.
"Malik? What the hell are you-" Marik was caught off guard as Malik punched him as hard as he could, sending him to the ground.
Malik glared down at Marik with tears of frustration streaming down his face. "You stupid bastard! Who the hell do you think you are? How can you make my life a living hell and then just try to disappear without even apologizing or making it up to me first? And on top of that, you lied to me damnit!"
Marik lay on the ground, holding his bruising cheek while staring up at Malik with wide eyes. "Hikari..."
Malik's hair covered his face as his gaze fell to the ground in front of him, his yells turning into soft whispers. "And that...What the hell is with that anyways? You've never referred to me as your hikari before. Why now? Why are you doing this to me, Marik?"
Marik pulled himself off the floor and regarded Malik with sorrow-filled eyes. 'What have I done to him? Why is he so upset with me about leaving?…He's crying…Hikari…'
Indeed, by this point Malik had his face buried in his hands, crying his heart out. Marik slowly moved towards Malik and hesitantly wrapped his arms around him, expecting to be pushed away instantly. His heart nearly stopped as Malik threw his arms around him and cried into his chest.
"Please…Don't leave me…Not like Isis and Rashid did…I'll forgive you for Battle City. I know you weren't thinking rationally at the time…Marik…I don't want you to go…" Malik whispered softly as he clung to Marik for dear life, "I…I love you, Marik."
Marik smiled as he hugged Malik closely. "I love you too, Hikari."
Malik was brought out of his own little world by applauding. He looked around and realized that everyone in the airport was surrounding them, clapping. Even the security guards who were about to arrest him for driving in on his motorcycle were mixed into the crowd. Malik glanced up at Marik, who was twirling the Millennium Rod while smiling innocently, and rolled his eyes.
"Let's get the hell out of here…" Malik whispered as he inched closer to his bike.
"Fine, but I'm driving," Marik stated as he took the keys from Malik's back pocket, letting his hand linger longer than it needed to.
Malik got on the motorcycle behind Marik, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist. "Where's your bike?"
Marik started the bike and drove out of the airport before answering. "Bakura took it for the week."
"I see…Marik?"
"Hm? What is it?"
"What the hell is going on between you and the Pharaoh?"
Marik sighed as he parked the motorcycle in their garage. "Hikari, let's go get comfortable. It's a long story."
Sunday morning, Kaiba mansion
Seto sighed as he leaned back in his chair, bored out of his mind.
"Maybe I should have played dumb…There's nothing to do anymore…" He muttered to himself as he stared at the wall across from him. He turned his head sharply as he heard the front door slam open.
"Nii-sama! Where are you?"
Seto smiled at the sound of Mokuba's voice. "I'm in here, Mokie!"
The door to Seto's study was thrown open as an overly hyper Mokuba dashed in and pounced on his brother. "Nii-sama! I missed you!"
Seto laughed as he wrapped his arms around his little brother. "Mokie, you've only been gone a few days. Why did you come back so soon? You were supposed to be gone all break."
Mokuba glared at the ground and mumbled under his breath, "The counsellor was an evil bitch with a four by four up her ass…"
"Mokuba! Where did you learn to speak like that?" Seto scolded as he glared down at his baby brother.
Mokuba sweatdropped and looked up at Seto innocently. "From Yami no Bakura and you when you're on the phone."
'I need to punish the tomb robber and be more careful what I say around Mokuba…'
"All right, you can get away with it this time. Next time though, I won't go east on you," Seto warned with a tiny smirk.
Mokuba giggled nervously and smiled up at his big brother. "You're the best, Nii-sama!"
Seto smirked down at Mokuba. "Of course I am. But I think that I may be having seconds thoughts. How will you ever learn your lesson if I keep letting things like this slide?"
Mokuba sweatdropped as he slowly scooted away from Seto. "Uh-oh…" He attempted to jump away but was caught around the waist. Mokuba's momentum only served to send them both sprawling to the floor. Before Mokuba could crawl away Seto grabbed him, pinned him to the floor, and proceeded to tickle him to death. The once quiet room was filled with Mokuba's laughing screams and Seto's evil laughter.
"Ok! Ok! I give! I-I'm sorry!"
Seto smirked and continued his assault. "No more cussing?"
"No more! I promise!"
Seto stopped his tickling and helped his little brother stand up. "Good boy." Seto smiled softly as Mokuba glared up at him. "I love you, Mokie."
Mokuba's glare quickly turned into a cheery smile automatically. "I love you too, Nii-sama!"
"Come on, how about we go to Kaiba Land for the day?"
Mokuba's eyes lit up with excitement. "Really! Just the two of us!"
"Yes, just you and me. I think we have every right to spend time at our own amusement park."
"Yes! Let's go!" Mokuba grabbed Seto's hand and pulled him out of the house.
Yay! Another chapter finished! . sorry it's so short...
Malik: eating marshmallow happily
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