Chapter 6
Evil angel
A/N: Ok, so this is kinda random, but I was listening to "From the Ashes" by some band rather and I realized that I really liked it for Bakura's angst… T.T Anyhow. I actualy came across it because of the akatsuki and then FMA 3 LOVE FMA and Brotherhood. MUSTANG ROY. He is. God. Just kidding. But no, seirously. 0w0 hee hee hee . Ok done drooling.
ANYHOW, basically, I suppose I should give ya'll a head's up. I am sticking with Mariku instead of Melvin because for me, melvin is LK's characterization of Yami marik and I just feel like since I'm taking my own spin on these characters after battle city and all that fun jazz, I don't want to look like I'm stealin any one's thunder because please, I'm all about the lightning~ okthatwashorrible but I'm tired so screw it xD AHAHHA sugaarrrr. 0w0. ANYHOO, BAKURA ANGST CHAPTER. It's a week after the said rape and now Bakura has been mulling over what this means for both him and marik since Mariku is a bigger threat than even either of them realized. Bakura's pride is also shot a bit cuz of Mariku and Marik is feeling guilty for being jealous of his yami for beating him to bakura even though unlike Mariku, marik is a sweetie(well mariku IS a sweetie but I'm leaning towards deathshipping on that one….but not without the angsty " I might like my hikari RAHAAHH I'm a bastard who dances on others emotions" moment to screw with both marik and bakura) . ANYHOW. SO YES. I am inspired by songs for this chapter (well, I am EVERY chapter but hell 3) "Try" by P!nk will be one of Marik/Bakura's motivational teamwork songs lmao. Or maybe I'll have it be yami and yugi's. Anyhow, this whole first part is inspired also by a song from /Bestamvsofalltime "Dreamfall" as well as "Left Us Falling" ooh. Songs 3 . Also, randomly, why did Jesse's Mcartney's song "Just so you know" start playing xD…Oh I know…because there will be a scene in this…TT_TT I will have to break this chappy into 3 parts I guess. It will be long but still. SO much emotion to cover and need spaace.
Bakura sat on the couch, rummaging through a small pack of his, quietly and contemplatively. Marik had been helping him out the whole week, but Bakura still felt awkward. What Bakura was irked at, more than anything, was that he was the prince of thieves, and wielder of a dark item capable of slitting a thousand men without batting a lash, and yet he'd let some premature dementia created from marik's loneliness and pain dominate him. No, he hadn't let, he'd had no choice.
Powerless.
He'd been tricked.
Fooled.
Taken advantage of.
Oddly though, Bakura's anger, while still boiling, had settled. More than anything, Bakura felt achy and tired. He felt even more surely than normal and he didn't know what to do about Marik. Marik had been nothing but helpful, but that wouldn't make saying goodbye any easier.
It should be easy.
Yes, it should.
But then why did it feel like Bakura's hole in his chest was only expanding.
Bakura did like Marik, and he hadn't completely realized the extent of it himself. He wanted to deny it now though, and knew that even if Mariku told Marik his dirty little secret, that it'd be easy to just lie. So then, why did it seem like running away was more appealing? Was it because when he looked at Marik, he was reminded momentarily of the monster inside? Or was it because he knew that if Marik got too close, he'd give it all away?
It wasn't completely Marik's fault –well, not the intentional rape—that Mariku was a complete narcissistic dickweed. True, Marik created the complete narcissistic dickweed…oh this was too confusing and his head hurt trying to logic. Bakura's features darkened to a scowl for a moment. He needed his energy to be able to execute his defeation of the pharoah sucessfully. Marik hadn't prodded him at all about the details of that night and Bakura didn't know exactly what to say to Marik. He had slept a lot for the first half of the week, the pain had been putting himin a grouchy mood and while it wasn't completely gone, it was just a dull twinge in the back of his mind now. Bakura's hatred for the pharaoah was only fueled because of this event. If the pharaoh hadn't created the items (ok so he was a baby then, but details, details,) then Marik wouldn't have suffered in having to uphold the tombkeeper's traditions. Bakura would've had a normal life. Mariku would've never existed.
The items would've never existed.
Bakura's family, would've existed.
Bakura looked up when he saw a shadow pass over him. Marik held a small box in his arms and he looked over its contents at Bakura.
"What are you doing?" Bakura asked automatically.
"I'm er…spring cleaning…" Marik said, a smallish shrug the best he could do.
"Ah, thus proving you're indeed, a woman," Bakura smirked tiredly, leaning back in his couch.
"Not a woman, a tidy human being," Marik made a face in response, before tossing his hair to the side in a mock girly fashion.
Bakura rolled his eyes. He watched as Marik swished his hips on the way out of the room. Bakura checked the contents of his bag.
Wad of cash? Check.
Compass? Check.
Knives? Check
Maps? Check.
Spare clothes, plus an umbrella? Check.
Bakura hadn't told Marik his plan to leave. He felt it better to just slip away. If Mariku decided to rat out Bakura then so be it. Bakura would lie about his feelings. He was a master of deception, so good ,that he was able to fool himself.
Bakura checked his cell phone, to make sure the charge was full. Ryou payed for the phone bill, speaking of which. Ryou, his yadonushi… Bakura knew he would have to come out sometime. Ryou and Yugi were close but Bakura wondered if it'd actually be possible to impersonate Ryou and get away with snatching the puzzle. It sounded tempting, for sure. Bakura was solely focused on getting his revenge on the pharoah and he wasn't going to let Mariku or anyone stand in his path.
Bakura knew that Marik wanted in on the action against the pharoah, and he devised that he'd find a way to make Marik inclusive, but at a later point in time. Right now, Bakura just felt like getting away. He wasn't running away like he had been wounded or because he was vulnerable. It just felt like the smartest option. Bakura didn't want Ryou knowing anything that was going on because it had done a number on Bakura's pride for sure. To be honest, Bakura wasn't cruel or mean to his Hikari. Bossy and commanding sure, but Bakura actually left his hikari alone for most of the time. Sure there were moments when he would punch his hikari in the face just to see if he'd do something other than just start to cry… eh. He had changed a lot though in the past year. He didn't want o admit that it was Marik's derpy influence. No way. As for his relationship with Ryou, he really only needed Ryou's body as a means of getting around on a physical plane.
Marik meanwhile, had been trying to be nothing but helpful to Bakura. At the same time though, he felt a heavy wieght in his chest. He felt guilty for the jealousy he felt towards his yami, and anger at himself for being weak enough to put Bakura through that at his yami's hands. Marik couldn't help but be drawn in to the strange white haired theif. With his temper but wit, he was…the closest thing to a friend Marik had ever had. Of course, the fact that his closest thing to a best friend was really a vengeful bloodthirsty 5000 year old spirit really did say a lot for Marik's lack of normal social interaction growing up.
Still, he is attractive is he not? A sly voice snickered in the back of Marik's head. Marik scowled. Mariku, go away.
Ah, ah, ah…not until I've had a little fun…I'm bored and my toy isn't around to play with-
Mariku! Bakura isn't your play thing! Marik's anger flared before he realized he'd been egged and with a curse he felt himself pushed into his own mind. Mariku stood in Marik's place, holding a halfway folded purple hoodie. Tossing the hoodie cleanly into a laundry basket fully folded, Mariku let out a small snort. "Let's see Disney do that when they clean…" He randomly growled. He paused. Why was he thinking of Disney? Damn his hikari and love for watching Pochahontas…and Tangled.
Ok so Sleeping Bueaty had been cool but that was because there was a nasty dragon and Mariku thought that was awesome .Too bad the knight didn't get eaten. He liked to often imagine that the sleeping beauty was marik ….because he was so woman-like and useless- he may as well stay in bed all day …in a coma. Ah, getting off track Mariku realized that he was alone in the house with Bakura unknowing. With a dark smirk, Mariku tiptoed into the bed and slid into the covers, deciding to play the typical ol' Little Red Riding hood Ruse.
Bakura meanwhile realized Marik had been gone a while in the bedroom. He walked in to find the laundry basket with clothes all folded but no marik. Then he noticed the lump in the bed. Bakura rolled his eyes. "Marik, you lazy bum, get up…you feeling well, you normally don't sleep this late…" Bakura frowned. He'd seen Marik up and looking well seconds ago well ok minutes but still.
"Eh…Frig…I'm…so…so cold….fluffy…" Mariku imitated his hikari.
Bakura rolled his eyes but let a small frown play on his features.
"Ah…hmm…you don't feel feverish," Bakura felt Mariku's forehead with a foreign gentleness unknownest to Mariku and Mariku faltered for a second but remained composed. He smiled at Bakura.
Ok so screw following the rules of the book.
He tugged Bakura into the bed and instantly sat atop him, holding the pale thief's wrists above his head and allowing his hair to go right back to spiking up.
Bakura gasped the second he realize he'd been tricked. "Mariku, you son of a fucking bitch!" His eyes flashed.
"Oh..I will be fucking a bitch…" Mariku licked his long tongue over his lips as he stared at Bakura who squirmed. Bakura's ring glowed but Mariku was quick to wind bakura in the gut long enough to get it off him and was amused when Bakura hazily scrabbled for it with a groan.
As Bakura heard his ring clink into a drawer by marik's side of the bed, he heard it slam shut with the force of Mariku's push and his heart sank. His voice was hard to find as images from before popped into his mind. He didn't want that again. Oh hell no. He surprised Mariku by slithering off the bed as best he could and Mariku growled, not liking the fact that Bakura was able to move so freely. He grabbed Bakura roughly by the arm but Bakura turned and tried to break Mariku's nose. He had no choice and he secretly knew that Marik would understand. Sadly and without much surprise, Mariku managed to intercept Bakura's punch and push Bakura to the carpet instead.
/ come out Marik! What made him come out !? /
/ I'm sorry…he…he provoked me!/ Marik sounded abashed.
Bakura growled. Sometimes Marik really was useless.
Marik was trying, he was, but his anger at Mariku was not undetected and Marik sagged. He only could devise a way to better protect Bakura. For now he was blocked and he had no diea what Mariku and Bakura were doing.
"The more you struggle, the more it makes me want to just take you…" Mariku cackled by Bakura's ear, before he ran his absurdly long tongue over the ridges of Bakura's ear and earlobe. Bakura shuddered, his pale cheeks flushing a reddish color as he grit his teeth and growled in his throat. Bakura had ended up on his back, and Mariku had successfully wedged his knee between Bakura's resistant legs, and a hand had already begun to slide smugly up Bakura's shirt. Bakura felt a mixture of anger and killing intent right then. He wasn't scared of Mariku. He wasn't even scared of the shit that Mariku was hinting at suggestively as he ran his stupid tongue around Bakura's lobe. Bakura was just merely beyond pissed. This was what he was trying to escape from temporarily! Until he could figure out how to confess to Marik from a safe distance and then probably end up having to go solo again to hunt down the millenium items. Bakura's zorc part of himself was destroyed…or rather, it had been turned to dust thanks to the pharoah. That didn't mean that Bakura owed the pharoah. Oh no, he was still going to kill the pharaoh, after all, this wasn't some stupid children's show where things could be settled simply with a children's card game. Bakura was only freed from the dark control zorc had over him….the ring was now truly just Bakura's. Well…technically it was his yadonushi's but fuck it, the ring was Bakura's and he wasn't sharing it. …That's right….his yadonushi. Since Marik already knew the general idea of what happened, Bakura realized he could escape temporarily from Mariku. Problem was, leaving Ryou with the psycho spelled death…but Bakura didn't want to be around Mariku. Damnit, this would be so simple if they had their own bodies! Fuck.
Bakura was jolted from his angry musings as he felt his shirt being pushed up and his small half-perking nipples exposed to Mariku's tongue and touch. Instantly his hand flew in and there was a loud SLAP.
For a second, the slap seemed to echo and time stood still. A large red hand mark was left on Mariku's right side of his face, stinging no doubt, and a widened look on his face told Bakura that it had been MARIK he'd just slapped. Hard.
Oops.
Marik rubbed his cheek, realizing the positions he and Bakura had been set in and he flew off Bakura in seconds. Bakura figured a guy as "straight" as Marik would react like that, but for Marik, he was flying off because he knew if he stayed on top of Bakura with Bakura looking flushed and disleveled like that…he'd feel his seme side kick in.
"You regained control." It was a flat statement, not a question on Bakura's end.
Marik rubbed his cheek, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching as Bakura got to his feet and pulled down his shirt again. Bakura instantly stalked to where his millenium item had been put in the drawer.
"Bastard shoved me out, more like." Marik's tone was bitter.
"hmph." Bakura wouldn't lie. He was relieved as hell that nothing more serious had happened in this encounter. He narrowed his eyes though at Marik with a sharp, piercing mahagony glare.
"What?" Marik asked.
"How do I know you aren't Mariku still…" Bakura growled, backing slowly towards the door.
Marik looked ruffled, affronted and tired.
"Would beating me up or chucking me back into that haunted room of Nel Gibson's help convince you I'm not…?" he said attempting to be amusing but without any usual spunk.
"Marik, what is your social security?" Bakura asked.
Marik stared. "You want to know my social security? I don't have one. "
"I meant for Egypt."
"Oh. …I don't know…Isis never told me…" Marik frowned. "Why do you even want to know? Isn't it not smart to tell someone your social security? I mean, if my Fluffy wants to know I suppose I don't give a frig either way…but…"
"…Nevermind. I think we should have a code." Bakura cut Marik off, crossing his arms, regaining his cool demeanor, and leaning against the door way, facing Marik.
"A code?" Marik stood up but made no move to move over to where Bakura stood.
"Yes, Marik, a code. You see, I believe that Mariku is no doubt eavesdropping on us… and I can't be certain you aren't him right now…" Bakura narrowed his eyes, on the alert. His ring was reacting to Marik's rod, tucked into Marik's back of his belt, but that was to be expected and the vibes weren't even that strong.
"…How can I convince you I'm not my inner dementia…" Marik asked wearily.
"Well for one, let's have a little trivia. Then I'll see if I can trust you." Bakura pondered and then a smirk crossed his face. Well, ok, so why not have himself benefit from this? If it turned out to be Mariku then he's fucked but if it's Marik, then…no harm, no foul right?
"What do I need to do?" Marik furrowed his brow, tilting his head at Bakura, his lavender eyes blinking back at Bakura. Bakura noted that although Mariku had gotten less veined and no longer constantly needed the glowing egyptian Eye of Horus on his forehead…his eyes definently were not as bright as Marik's. The violet orbs in front of him, indeed had a gleam in them, an innocent flicker like a budding candle flame. Still, Bakura had learned very quickly that looks can be very, very misleading. So could the voice in Marik's instance since Bakura now knew that Mariku could mimick his hikari's voice.
"Well, it's simple really." Bakura leaned against the wall by the doorway, his arms at his sides and resting against the wall as he leaned his back against the wall. Not really flattening himself, but sort of…putting himself into a "c'mere and gimme a kiss" sort of message.
Marik eyed Bakura with a mixture of confusion and derpiness. "Eh, what are you doing?"
"I thought this much was obvious, I want you," Bakura took careful steps over to Marik, his own heart pounding but he refused to listen to the small warning bells in his head as he stepped ever closer.
"W-want me to what? Eh, you're kinda close-"
Bakura wrapped his shorter arms around Marik's neck. Bakura wasn't that much shorter than Marik but he was a good couple inches shorter. He shot Marik a gleaming sultry daring and if anything, taunting smirk. His heart pounding, Bakura blurted the first thing that came to mind that would probably shock the facial markings off of Marik's face but at least he wouldn't be blackmailed anymore with this.
" I love you."