FUCKKK. Sorry for the super later update. I kinda rushed this, so enjoy the fail. THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS. Ilu guys ;-;
DISCLAIMER: I dont own yugioh, dur.
Malik hurried through the streets of Domino, scanning each house carefully as he passed. 'His home has to be around here somewhere…' He thought to himself as the tan-skinned boy slipped further into the night.
He soon found what he was looking for, a small apartment that was slightly isolated from the other homes. As Malik stepped around quietly to the back, he noticed a partly open window that seemed to lead into a kitchen. Smirking to himself, he approached the window and pried it open more before climbing in.
Malik glanced around the kitchen, brushing himself off. The room was small and impeccably clean. The boy frowned and went through one of the doors in the kitchen. He ended up in a short, dark hallway. The only light came from the room adjacent to him, its' door cracked halfway open.
'Bingo,' He thought, before moving to enter the room.
Malik had expected to see a small white-haired boy, but was surprised when he saw that the only other person in the room was a tall, brown-haired man. This man stood in front of a wooden desk, his back to Malik. He seemed to be flipping through a spiral notebook of some sort. It was plainly obvious that he had not noticed Malik's arrival.
Malik narrowed his eyes briefly at the pair of winged sandals that sat on the desk before leaning against the doorway casually.
"Seto-chaaann," He purred, violet eyes partly lidded.
The man in front of him noticeably tensed up, then he turned slowly to look at Malik.
"Malik," Seto Kaiba hissed shakily, his empty hand curling up into a fist. "What are you doing here."
Malik smiled in a way that would of looked genuine on anyone else, but Kaiba knew that on the blonde teen it certainly was not. "I think I should be asking that to you, Seto-chan,"
Kaiba backed up as Malik pushed himself off the wall and began to saunter towards him slowly.
"Y-you are not supposed to be here, Malik," Kaiba muttered. Malik just glared at him with those sharp violet eyes.
"Where's Ryou," He hissed violently, baring his teeth ever so slightly.
Kaiba bit his lip. "I-I don't know what you are talking about."
Malik's whole face seemed to flare up with anger. "Bullshit! This is his house and he's not here and you are!" He threw a punch at the brunette, but Kaiba dodged it.
"Don't touch me, Malik," He said, trembling, as he tried to back away.
Malik only followed him to no avail. "Then tell me where he is,"
Kaiba gave in. "The Underworld… he sold his soul to… Marik…"
Malik's features softened at the words, before smiling seductively again. "Remember all the fun that you, Jounochi and I used to have…"
Kaiba paled. "You used us,"
The other boy merely shrugged. "It was for the greater good…"
The brunette god frowned and slipped the notebook quietly into his pocket, but he knew that Malik saw. "Malik," He began slowly. "How did you get here? Last time we just left you secluded in some part of California,"
Frowning at the memory, Malik shrugged. "Some little girl finally stumbled upon me. I guess she was from Japan or something. I was merely scrolling through her memories and that's when I saw Ryou, then I ended up here,"
"The fuck, Malik! You know you're not supposed to be doing that. Yami would have your head if he found out!"
Malik simply ignored him. "Then when I got here, I stole a motorcycle and some school uniform, followed Ryou then gave him a ride to school,"
"You stay away from him, Malik," Kaiba hissed.
Violet eyes narrowed. "Don't threaten me, Seto," He said idly, stepping even closer.
Kaiba paled. "I said not to touch me!"
Malik raised a blonde eyebrow. "Sorry Seto, but it seems like you don't have a choice," And with that, he simply poked Kaiba in the chest, and the brunette fell to the floor unconscious. Malik chuckled to himself.
"Oh Seto, you are just too easy,"
He then leaned down, grabbing the notebook from his pocket and planting a kiss on Kaiba's cheek before being sucked into the darkness.
It only took a moment before the darkness faded, and Malik found himself somewhere quite dark, and if he looked around he could see that there wasn't much to his surroundings. A cliff face behind him, seemingly endless hills ahead of him, with a faint glow of city lights at what seemed the opposite end of wherever he was. It was obvious to him that he had made it to his destination- well, sort of. This wasn't exactly where he planned on ending up. The tan-skinned boy huffed in frustration.
"Great. How am I supposed to find Ryou now?" He said aloud, not that anyone was around to hear him.
At least no one could find him out here.
…
…Right?
Malik shuddered, suddenly paranoid with the idea of being alone. What if this was a trap? Could Kaiba have tricked him? Was he being watched…?
Malik shook his blonde head and started running. He didn't even know where he was going.
And then, suddenly, something caught his eye.
A simple lean figure, crumpled down in a considerably bloody heap, lay down below him, around a hundred feet away. Malik would've thought nothing of it, and have just left the creature to be devoured by hellhounds, if he had not of noticed the figure's jagged white hair and pale skin. He knew of only one person with those features.
"Well, this was easier than I thought…" He murmured, smiling devilishly as he hurried to get to the boy.
(Recap)…Ryou was screaming at the top of his lungs and he fell through pits of blackness, blind in the situation. He felt as if he was being ripped in two, and he wanted to throw up so bad. Ryou could now finally see the ground, and he waited as he approached it, and he knew that the impact would kill him.
…But the impact with the ground never came.
Instead, Ryou found himself in a strong pair of arms. He looked up in confusion at a cheery face framed by a mop of golden blonde hair.
Jounochi had saved him?
"Yo, sorry that I didn't save your butt earlier, kid. I'm not used to this kinda thing," Jounochi said, smiling sheepishly.
Ryou just stared at him like an idiot for a moment before shaking his head and blushing lightly.
"J-Just put me down,"
Jou shrugged and gently put the white-haired boy down. He glanced around and his ever-present grin widened.
"Kid, welcome to Hades,"
Ryou blinked and looked around in awe. It looked like they were in a city of some sort, with a variety of creatures bustling about. Darkly cloaked figures, people who seemed sort of transparent, and people with… wings? The city was also very dark and rather grimy. Were they underground…? Ryou glimpsed upward at the endless black void that consisted of the ceiling, where the sky should have been.
"…Hades?" Ryou repeated slowly.
"Yah. Hades. The underworld. If you haven't caught on already, Greek mythology is sort of… real,"
This fact didn't surprise Ryou as much as it should of. He didn't really have a religion, so this fact didn't matter nor bother him.
"K, Ryou?" Jou began, face seeming a tad bit more serious. "I gotta go talk with mister lightning hair- so I'm leaving you over there until I get back," He pointed to a nearby corral-looking thing. It was a pen, maybe?
"Um…"
"Get it? Got it? Good," Jou shoved him towards and then inside the pen. "I'll be back soon to take you to Marik. Don't panic, the thing is protected by magic, none of the big scary monsters can get youuuu,"
And with that, Jounochi disappeared in a flash.
Ryou lowered himself slowly to sit on the barren dirt ground. He felt rather uncomfortable, the idea of being in a pen, like an animal while strange creatures that weren't even remotely human watched him carefully from outside, was not exactly appealing to him. The thick, humid air of the underworld wasn't making things better either, for it was rather difficult to breathe. Did he even need to breathe anymore? It didn't matter. It was out of habit which he did it, and it would feel strange if he stopped.
Thankfully, Ryou was not the only one in the pen. As he glanced around he saw a girl curled up against the fence in a fetal position, her face turned downwards and eyes squeezed shut. She looked fairly young, she couldn't be any older than sixteen. Her light brown hair was ragged as it hung in pitiful spikes down to her shoulders. Ryou noticed that she had tan skin, like Malik and Marik did, but it looked dull and washed out on her.
Ryou cleared his throat. "H-hello…?"
The girl turned her head and looked up at him, and he gasped in shock. Her eyes were a pale blue, but they had no pupil, no reflection, no light hitting them. They were just a solid, ghostly pale blue. Shivers ran up his spine just looking at her dull eyes.
"Don't stare at me like that," She hissed, but it has half-hearted. "You have soulless eyes too,"
Soulless eyes…? Maybe that's what Jou was talking about when he said that he would look different.
"What's your name?" Ryou murmured, crawling over to her.
The girl stared at him for a moment, almost bewildered, before sighing and turning her head away. "Mana. Yours?"
"Uh… Ryou. W-why are we here?"
She smiled sadly. "Private slave pen. 'Means we're already reserved. Ha. I've been waiting for so long for my master to pick me up,"
Ryou sighed, face twisting up in slight disgust. So they were just slaves. Lower than dirt. He was Marik's property. "How long have you been waiting, Mana?"
Mana blinked and began counting with her fingers. "Hmm… about 74 hours,"
"74 hours?" Ryou repeated in shock. No wonder she was a mess.
Mana smiled a little bit wider and looked back out at the grungy underground city. "I sold my soul so I could be with my lover,"
Her lover? Ryou thought that she was a little too young to have a lover… but he didn't say anything about it. "Oh, alright. So, do you think that you could… um… explain a few things about this place to me?"
The brunette chuckled softly. "Sure!" Mana chirped. "I don't know a lot though, just that some guy called Hades runs this place, but he's bad, so I'm not supposed to let him see me. Then there's the council up in Olympus, but that's not here, obviously,"
"…Where is Olympus?"
Mana shrugged and smoothed out her tattered tan dress a little bit. "It's not really anywhere, I guess. I think that only Gods can get there. That's all I know…"
Ryou nodded and noticed Mana's eyes looking heavy as she struggled to stay awake, and she sighed and leaned against Ryou's shoulder. "Sorry," She murmured sleepily. " I just haven't slept in awhile…"
Ryou was a bit uncomfortable, but he allowed her to rest against him. He sighed and let his thoughts begin to wander. He had just noticed the emptiness of his ring, and wondered if the spirit, Bakura, was gone now. He wasn't upset about that or even missed him, that damned spirit had gotten him into this mess in the first place! Perhaps it would please Marik that he was gone.
…
Why the hell did he care what Marik thought…? Maybe because part of him knew that he would have to obey Marik for now on… but he wasn't sure. If he would really be Marik's slave… what would the tall bronze man have him do? Perhaps serve him, or maybe cook and clean? Of course, Ryou's mind was too innocent more… inappropriate ways of servitude.
After an hour, Mana had awoken and had begun rambling on about nonsense and childish things that did not matter. Ryou came to the conclusion that she was probably not quite right in the head, but he couldn't blame her, she had been through a lot. Besides, Ryou wasn't the sanest person, and he knew that.
"…And then we both got in so much trouble… OH! Look! Look!" Mana suddenly squealed, practically leaping to her feet and pointing excitedly out at the crowd.
Ryou switched his gave over to where Mana was pointing. After quickly scanning the crowd, is chocolate brown eyes fell upon a pale cloaked figure. He gasped in shock. It was a woman, her pale skin nearly glowing and strands of long, wispy white hair fell out beneath her hood. Ryou froze up, Mana was yelling something in pure excitement, but he could not hear. All he heard was his heartbeat, and all he saw was the cloaked woman.
"…Amane?" He choked out.
Bakura groaned in pain, rolling a little onto to his side, only to be put into even more agony. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut and rubbed his… bandaged arms? Bakura sighed and nervously opened his eyes a little, and focused his vision on his arms. They were bandaged. The white-haired spirit vaguely remembered crashing down here, after Ryou had sold his soul…
Shit.
Bakura sat up abruptly, trying to do his best to ignore the pain that shot up his spine. He glanced around frantically, his surroundings consisted of seeming endless dark hills, and a cliff face behind him. Where was he…? Where was Ryou? The spirit noticed that his shirt had been removed and was folded neatly beside him, his chest now covered in more bloody bandages. Someone had taken care of him? Crawling up onto his knees, he turned his head to meet the piercing gaze of the person he last expected to see.
It was him, he realized, body near frozen in shock. It was so familiar, the bronze glow of his skin, his long sand blonde hair and gorgeous violet eyes. The light purple hooded tank top that ended just below his stomach, revealing a very enticing sliver a tan skin that ended with the low slung black pants he wore. Bakura barely knew him, but he could of recognized him anywhere.
Malik.
OMG CLIFFHANGER!111!1!ONE!11!1
-.- Yah. So do you guys want shorter chapters...? It would mean more updates...
NEXT CHAPTER: Shit happens. MARIK IS BACCKKKK. I promise ;-;