I will be getting a move on on updating some of my stories that I haven't in a while, but please note that I don't post unless I'm happy with the chapter of have a solid idea. (sighs) my plot bunnies and muses aren't doing their job lately… but anyway enjoy the chapter.

Warnings: M and hinted Yaoi, some bad language… I own nothing!!

Chapter 9: Flights, Kisses and Fights

"Please don't!" The foot of the bed dug harshly against Ryou's shoulders and head and offered no other escape for him. Ryou gripped the carpet with both hands staring up at the other. "I have gone along with everything you wanted without question and everything you ever asked of me since we met." The other stopped for a moment and their heavy painting from the short struggle could be the only thing heard in the room for a moment. "But you can't ask me to do this." Ryou couldn't move at all when the other fell on him straddling his waist and effectively pinning him to the floor, their faces close.

The sudden weight of the other made Ryou cry out in pain. "It's the only way." The other murmured, turning his head slightly as the sound of footsteps stopped outside the locked bedroom door. Ryou was physically drained and in pain that he started to fall unconscious … his hair was firmly grabbed and his head pulled so their eyes met once again, snapping him back into reality. "You have to stay awake." The other scoffed sitting up and placing both palms down onto Ryou's chest.

Ryou brought up his hand so fast and slapped the other so hard across the face that it snapped his head to the left and Ryou whispered tearfully as the other wiped the small amount of blood from his bottom lip. "I'll never forgive you." The two just stared at each other for a moment, when the pounding on Ryou's bedroom door started with the furious jingling of the doorhandle.

The other lent forward, cupping one side of Ryou's face with his left hand and placed a brief soft kiss to his Host's lips, and then pulled back, "I hope you never do." The room was suddenly engulfed with a bright light and accompanied with Ryou's pained scream.

Ryou sat upright with jolt and a gasp looking wildly about the room; his hair clung to his face and neck by sweat. "Did I wake you?" Marik asked, just fresh from the shower and walking into the room and paused beside the bed upon seeing the boy, asking. "Are you all right?"

"No." Ryou said wiping the sweat and hair from his face meeting Marik's eyes in a nervous glance. "Bad dreams… What is that?" He moved forward and touched Marik's brow gently. "Someone hit you?" Concern laced Ryou's voice that Marik may have been a victim of some mugging or just gotten beat up on his way home.

"You should see the other guy." Marik remarked though all intentions to make the situation a little lighter as he didn't really know what to say in regards to Ryou's bad dreams and his own injury. "It's nothing really; I just hit my head at some point." Marik took Ryou's wrist and pulled, making the boy fall onto his chest and he wrapped his arms about Ryou and got comfy in the bed. "Do you want to tell me about it?" Marik asked and he felt content in having Ryou so close to him, he had forgotten what it had been like having a Host around.

"Bakura again, I think." Ryou didn't have any trouble talking to Marik about what he thought about or dreamt. Ryou didn't see much in his dreams but he felt and heard everything else.

"Did it give you answers?" Marik's voice was deep, husky and smooth; Ryou just shook his head no against Marik's bare chest and said nothing, though Ryou felt as though something bad had happened the night he was attacked… though the kiss from Bakura had left him confused on what the other's intentions had been or maybe still are.

"I saw Bakura again tonight and Yami." Marik yawned and stretched a little leaving it up to Ryou to still hug him, which Ryou did as Marik placed his hands behind his head. "I'll be surprised if I still have a job by the end of the week."

"Yami hit you at the nightclub?" Ryou lent up looking right at him.

"No, I hit him, again." Marik rubbed at his eye and yawned again, wanting to change the subject and end whatever conversation they were on or going to have. "You still want to go out later?" The tiredness showed through Marik's voice as it was getting harder and harder to stay awake.

"Yeah." Ryou nodded his head.

"Then shut up." Marik's tone lacked everything that would have been some form of warning or threat, Ryou smiled to himself and Marik seemed to have fallen asleep right at that moment. Ryou listened to the sounds of the apartment and the building, dull sounds from people who lived in the apartments around them were moving about and to the faint sounds of the early world outside, nothing seemed to disturb Marik from his sleep.

Ryou heaved a sigh; he snuggled down and partly wrapped himself about the older male, it was far too early to get up and he still felt tired from waiting up so long for Marik to come home.

The airport was crammed, nosey and stifling, Malik had watched the jets takeoff, land and pull into the loading-bays for the last two hours now. An emergency stop in India due to some technical problem with the plane, which he was thankful for as Malik didn't think he could face Marik again so soon after what happened… even though he wasn't to blame and Marik had been true to his nature. He had been furious, yelled, broke a few things and severed all contact that they had between them and left never to be seen… until now as they made their way to see his unstable dark half.

"What on earth did that poor book ever do to you?" Ishizu said with a light smile while pointing to his lap, confused, Malik glanced down to see the soft cover book practically ruined, bits of paper littered his thighs and floor and the cover bent and torn.

"Damn it!" Malik hissed holding it up and eyeing it for possibilities of salvaging the book somehow.

"Worried about something?" His sister glanced at her watch it was two in the afternoon and then looked out the large windows of the waiting area.

"No." He lied.

"Liar." She said glancing back at him.

"You're dragging me half way across the world to see Marik of all people… who I haven't seen in ages." Malik placed the book onto the seat next to him; his voice softened and took on a note of sadness. "He's still angry at me and blames me for what happened. I don't blame him though for leaving." Ishizu lent forward and grabbed his shoulders making him face her awkwardly in his seat.

A hard angry look to her eyes and a firm tone to her voice. "It wasn't your fault… I can't believe I'm going to say this," she sighed heavily and continued what she was saying. "If he had of stayed he would have found that out as well." She let him go and sat back with her arms crossed to her chest.

"Why are we doing this?" Malik frowned down at a row of blue hard chairs across from him. "As much as I love having the snot beaten out of me every afternoon," Ishizu gave him a stern glance that softened a little. Her brother had become a targe of such brutality from the other students at his school and noticed that even though Malik could take care of himself, he lacked the confidence he once had… Malik closed himself off; he had stopped talking to them on a personal level and hugging him like she had done so often and liked to do, just didn't happen anymore. Malik had just simply shut her and Rishid out. Malik, she noticed with a heavy heart that he just wasn't the same anymore since that day and Marik leaving. "I really don't want to do this." Malik sank lower in his seat glancing about the waiting area.

"I haven't had a decent night sleep since that vision I had, I have to do this. I'm worried." She said looking back out the large windows, her view partly blocked by other people watching the jets. She too had been a bearer of a millennium item and had been a witness to the Items put to rest in Egypt, hoping to have put everything right again. It hadn't worked.

The Spirits still remained along with the Items powers, so through mutual agreement the Items were distorted along with any powers they held. Through their actions they had set all three dark Spirits free. "The only one I feel that can help me or know what is going on maybe… Yami and I'm not dragging you to see Marik at all. I do wish however to speak with Bakura while we are in town and possibly Marik." The biggest shock had been with Marik, thought crude, abrupt, short tempered with everyone and uncooperative. Though, it had been expected. Marik had been tolerable for the most part while he lived with them. Marik over a short time had shown a little too much interest with his former Host that Ishizu had grown concerned that Marik's intentions weren't of the noblest kind, especially when it came to Malik and all seemed innocent enough, but one couldn't be to careful or let their guard down when Marik was about.

Malik on the other hand had smiled a lot more and was easy to please and whenever Malik had free time or nothing to do he could always be found in Marik's company. Marik too had seemed to change over time, it took less to get him angry or fired up and he wasn't as short tempered and he did a lot more about the house, even though he had said it was all for making things easier for Malik.

Ishizu wasn't blind. She knew the two were in love, she had read the signs… they were happy and no matter how concerned she was for her brother, she said nothing and tried to be as supportive as she could, where she could.

Malik scoffed and offhandedly kicked the hard chairs across from him, making them move and scrape on the polished flooring. "Marik won't even talk to me, so what makes you think he'll talk to you?" Three words was all she needed to say, 'I'm not you' but knew how hurtful it was for Malik to know the reason Marik left and wouldn't speak to him.

"I'm hoping he will… if not then I know Bakura will." She said softly.

"Only because Ryou will be in his ear; nagging like a little house bitch." Malik had received scorned looks from a few people waiting to reboard their plane… He liked Ryou, he did, even though he knew very little of the odd Host, it was the relationship Bakura and Ryou had that struck the jealous note in him. Whack, upside the head by a well aimed love-tap from his sister and Malik was clutching at his head. "What was that for?!" He screeched at her. "Geez woman, I think my brain is oozing from my fucking ears!"

Whack another aimed blow upside his head, "keep it up and I'll drag you into the bathroom and wash your mouth out with soap." She scolded him.

"When did you become a player in the mother-role?" Malik said sourly now rubbing the pain away from his abused head and thought better of it to leave out his profanities around his sister and save what brain-cells he had left.

"Since you become so foul mouthed, I'm not trying to do the mother-role." She glared at him, and then sighed saying, "I'm your sister. I'm doing the best I can with everything that has happened to us… it isn't easy for me."

Malik now hot tempered stood up and faced her. "You think this is easy for me? For you to be dragging me all the way back to the one person I never wanted to see again." He half yelled at her.

"I wasn't going to leave you by yourself for a week in another country." She snapped back, she wasn't that irresponsible, even if Malik was nineteen. "I'm not dragging you to see anybody Malik and for all I care you can wallow in self-pity in the hotel room." They had this argument everyday leading up to their flight and they were still having it and would be still having it once in Japan.

"I'm not some damn child you can order about!" Malik snapped at her. "I'm old enough to do as I please without your permission."

"When you stop acting like a brat!" She hissed at him.

"Screw this." Malik turned about on his heels and walked away, shoving his headphones into his ears and pulled the hood of his sleeveless shirt over his head.

"Get back here!" She called after him standing up, was she doing the wrong thing in bringing Malik with her? Maybe her brother will lock himself in the hotel room and the two wouldn't meet at all. Shehad been secretly grateful on that one horrific day that had sent Marik away from them.

"Malik!" She hissed marching after him, for so long Malik talked to no one and had locked himself away in his room for days on end. A call came after a few months from Yugi Motou at three in the morning announcing that the Spirit of the puzzle was in his living room unconscious and with a solid body of his own. That small bit of news had hit Malik so hard and sent him on a wayward path of depression and rebellious ways, even after four years they were still working on getting him back to how he used to be.

The soft chime came from the speakers, Malik pulled his earphone out of his right ear and glanced up to listen, Ishizu stopped a few feet behind him and looked up as well as the voice announced the boarding of their plane to Japan. Malik turned about coming face to face with his sister and and glared at her. "Don't expect me to be of any help." He pulled out his plane ticket and headed to the gate.

"I wouldn't dream of it." She said following him.

A persistent knocking came as Ryou hurried to dry and dress himself, before whoever it was woke Marik up. Rushing from the bathroom he glanced into the bedroom and saw Marik still fast asleep on his side and the duvet pulled up and almost over his head. Ryou pulled the door closed a little and hurried for the front door and froze on the spot at seeing a much older woman, her grey hair still in curlers; though in lose pants and jumper and old slippers with a small dish with brown goo in it. "Oh, you'll do." She said grabbing Ryou by the hand and pulling him out the door. "I was hoping for Marik, such a strong lad, but you'll do nicely." Her voice was just as aged as she was and sounded like autumn leaves skittering across cement.

"Pardon me, but for what?" Ryou bit his lip nervously; the old woman had a grip that would put most men to shame. She came to an abrupt holt at the end of the hallway and now stood in front of a large window. "I need you to go up there." She pointed out the window.

"What?" Ryou tried to pull his wrist free.

"You see my cat, he gets out and goes up on the fire escape, and Marik always gets him down for me." She moved aside and patted Ryou's shoulder. "Be a dear and get him for me."

Ryou walked to the window and sure enough the fire escape was there, he opened the window and glanced up and saw no cat, then glanced down and paled a little at the high they were at, and then pulled his head back in looking at the old woman. "Are you sure he is up there?"

"Oh yes." She smiled honestly at him. "You get him for me and I'll make you a hot tea and we can have some cake." She nodded her head.

"Alright, what is your cat's name?" Ryou asked, glad he was wearing long pants and a t-shirt, though some shoes wouldn't have been good right now.

"Mr. Perkins." She said, "and I'm Miss. Yamauchi, pleased to met you."

"Ryou Morii, and you called your cat Mr. Perkins?" Ryou opened the window all the way making sure it wouldn't fall down once he was outside… maybe he should get Marik for this!

"Yes dear." She said happily and proudly. "What else do you name a cat?" She watched as Ryou crawled out the window and onto the fire escape.

"What happened to Fluffy or Snowbell or even Snowy?" Ryou mumbled to himself as he glanced about and still saw no cat.

"Up there dear." She pointed up.

"I know, but I see no cat." Ryou was reluctant to climb up there and get him, if he was even up there.

"Yes, yes, climb up and you'll see, though he isn't hard to miss being the size he is." She was leaning out the window to watch the rescue.

"Fine." Ryou heaved a sigh and started to climb. "If I fall to my death I'm taking Mr. Perkins with me." He mumbled again to himself and squeaked a little as the fire escape felt a little unstable and had to much free movement.

Ryou in no time was where Miss. Yamauchi had said where her cat would be, a whole five stories up and spotted the overly large animal in the corner, now hissing at him. "Here kitty, kitty." Ryou called to it in hopes that he would come to him. The cat growled angrily and lunged at him and startled Ryou that he fell backwards, making all attempts at grabbing the railing and fell backwards onto something warm, soft and solid.

"What the hell are you doing out here?" Marik growled as Ryou got his footing and stood up, the boy could have damn well fallen to his death.

"I was getting Miss. Yamauchi's cat." Ryou pointed to the cat that was still growling at him and refused to move.

"Mr. Perkins you mangy fat dust brush!" Marik hissed back at it, the cat quietened down and gave a soft meow that was close to a distress sound. Ryou raised an eyebrow and glanced up at the cat. "Just wait here." Marik moved around Ryou and climbed up the short ladder, dressed in long pants only and bare foot. He snagged the cat by the back of the neck, something akin to what its mother would have done in the past and brought it back down.

"The cat is a bastard with an attitude problem." Marik said following Ryou down the fire escape a little and in through an open window and into an empty hallway two floors up. "You have to growl at him to get him to be a little more sociable."

"Must you carry him like that?" Ryou said in defence of the cat and it looked a little painful.

"I'm allergic." Marik sneered at the cat, who gave off small meows for a little pity. "I'd rather skin it then hug it."

"Give him here." Ryou said and Marik was all too glad to hand it over, Ryou found that the cat weighed more then he looked but held him more comfortably then what Marik had.

"Do you know how many times a week I crawl out there and drag his sorry ass back in?" Marik shot the cat a venomous look.

"Cats are a venturous kind and sometimes hard to keep indoors." Ryou patted the cat behind the ear, though the animal didn't like it all that much and growled a little. "It does have an attitude." They both came to the small stairwell and stopped as an elderly woman made her way up slowly, while pulling a bag on wheels behind her and blocked any chance of them getting by her.

Marik moved down the few steps. "Hi Miss. Hitomi." She glanced up with a smile as Marik took hold of her bag and helped her up the stairs.

"Hello." She followed him at a slower pace, her hair sliver and short was hidden under a soft hat and wore a big long green wool jacket and gloves.

"Why don't you use the elevator? Spooky fixed it a few days ago." Marik said finding the bag rather heavy.

"Oh, pumpkin, I never get in an elevator alone. You know… rapists." She puffed a little coming up next to Ryou, who stepped aside giving them room. "I see Mr. Perkins escaped again." She followed Marik down the hallway as did Ryou and stopped outside her door and she handed Marik her keys while glancing Ryou over.

"There you go." Marik opened her door and walked in placing her keys on a hook and stepped out again, Ryou just watched in silence.

"So who are you?" Miss. Hitomi asked turning to Ryou, her dark eyes lighting up in a mischievous way and a smile.

"This is Ryou." Marik said moving to stand by the said boy, "and will be staying with me for a while." Letting her know that she would be seeing Ryou around from time to time.

Miss. Hitomi's smile widened happily as she glanced at Marik. "You got yourself a wife? And a pretty one at that." She looked back at Ryou. "I've known pumpkin here for about two years and not once have I seen him with someone and here you are with a wife." She glanced at Marik. "I'm happy for you pumpkin."

Marik cleared his throat. "Ryou isn't my wife and he is a male."

"Oh pumpkin, you got yourself a real nice boyfriend." She lent in to Ryou a little and whispered, "pumpkin is a really good catch, so hold onto him or I might snatch him up." She laughed and Ryou held in his giggle, Mr. Perkins let out a low growl at having been held for so long.

"I'll try too." Ryou smiled glancing at Marik.

"You're a tease." Marik said to the old woman as he wrapped his arm about Ryou's shoulders and headed down the hallway and the stairs.

Stepping into the hallway Miss. Yamauchi was waiting for them along with Spooky. "One Mr. Perkins." Marik said as Ryou handed over the cat.

"Truly grateful Marik," She walked back to her apartment while hugging her cat tightly and talking to him, on how bad he had been taking up Marik's time to bring him in.

"Spooky, you need something?" Marik asked waiting to get inside and dress properly.

From old worn, paint stained overalls, Spooky pulled out a slip of paper. "Lights. Washing machine." Ryou glanced at it and saw about six floor numbers and the basement, was it a 'to do' list?

"I'll get right on it." Marik read it over with a scratch to the side of his head in thought then said. "Oh, floor ten's paint job, needs to be redone near the stairs, someone brushed up against it and floor two, Mr. Hibiki in apartment twelve needs new carpet." Marik finished lowering his hand to rub at the back of his neck.

"I'll call someone." Spooky shuffled his feet as he walked towards the elevator. "Don't forget the money from the Kitty and bring back the paper whatcha-ma-call-it."

"They're called receipts, Spooky." Marik called after him, the old man just waved his goodbye.

"I'm noticing a theme with your building," Ryou said walking along a row of fresh fruits and vegetables. The undercover market was packed and almost crowded; steam rose up from some of the stalls that were cooking and wafts of aroma assaulted his nose and made him sneeze a few times.

"That would be?" Marik asked, hands deep in his pockets and a basket hung from the bend of his arm and sat at an odd angle on his hip.

"Building of the retired." Ryou stopped for a moment and picked out a few apples and paid for them and then placed them into the almost empty basket, hand brushing against Marik's hip a little to do so and Ryou blushed somewhat and glanced up at Marik, though older male didn't seem to notice or didn't care.

"Got a problem with it?" Marik halfheartedly growled.

"Oh no," Ryou shook his head and moved on, Marik followed close behind him. They had been here a good hour, looking about and had stopped for something to eat before doing a little grocery shopping. "I just find it strange that someone like you would live in a building full of old people." Ryou glanced at him.

"So," Marik shrugged his shoulders not ashamed of where he lived or who he lived among. "My neighbors are quiet all the time. I don't have to put up with fighting from people around me or someone having their t.v up so loud I can't sleep or someone banging on my wall because I'm making too much noise. The only thing my neighbors are good at hearing is the ambulance that comes around on the rare occasion. The ones you met today sometimes cook me up a whole weeks worth of meals to just heat up for the little things I do for them."

"So you work for Spooky as well?" Ryou was intrigued on Marik's living arrangement.

"I do a little around the place and he cuts my rent and I like to keep busy." Marik pulled out the bit of paper from his jean's pocket and looked it over now that Ryou had reminded him. Marik had counted all the broken lights in the building and a new water-pipe for the washing machine.

Ryou stopped once again and reached up for something on a high shelf. "You want a hand?" Marik asked as the boy lent up on one foot and stretched himself up.

"No… I think… I have it." Ryou breathed out, his fingertips just touching the bag of herbs. Suddenly his ankle gave way and he stumbled backwards and turned at the same time and ended up safely in Marik's arms and they were eye to eye.

Ryou licked his bottom lip nervously as his heart just about pounded in his chest from anticipation and nervousness. "Clumsily aren't we?" Marik said though he lacked the smirk that should have accompanied the words, but he wanted to taste those lips again. Ryou must have had the same idea that he embedded his hands into Marik's hair and pulled his mouth to his own.

Marik had a fleeting though of who the fuck was seducing who and all though he enjoyed taking the backseat of the kiss and Ryou's tongue in his mouth, he soon dominated the kiss while pulling Ryou closer to his body and damn it felt so good.

"… The hell?!" Came a growl and the next thing Ryou felt was someone grabbing his arm and yanked him out of Marik's embrace and came face to face with a rather pissed off looking Yami.

Marik's brain kicked in and he rushed forward taking hold of Ryou's arm and gave Yami one strong push backwards and sent the Righteous Bastard against the stall knocking down a load of vegetables. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Marik pulled Ryou out of the way in case Yami came at him.

"How much have you manipulated him, Marik?" Yami regained his composure and shot Marik a deadly glare; he was too smart to face Marik in a fist fight.

"I'm getting real sick of you." Marik hissed getting all riled up once again. "Wasn't it enough that you fucked my life up once before?"

"Ryou has a right to know and be protected from you!" Yami against his own better judgement took a few short steps towards Marik.

"And you're making it your mission to let him know." Marik turned and grabbed Ryou by the arm tightly, making the boy whimper in pain as he was pulled forward. "Tell him Yami, he is right here." Marik growled letting go of Ryou, knowing Yami would jump all in and make himself look stupid.

Yami didn't fail him and rose to take the bait, "Ryou, you have idea on what kinda of person Marik is."

"You do?" Ryou asked.

"Yes and you wouldn't be anywhere near him if you remembered all he did to you, to your friends, to me and to Yugi." Yami tired a Marik knew the harder he pushed Ryou the harder Ryou would pull away, so he let the two have their little conversation… and this time Marik knew he would be the victor.

Yami glanced at Marik to see the other break out into a twisted smirk of self satisfaction that Yami had only seen on that face when his friends were on the brink of being killed… Marik was the master of manipulation and mind games.

"I don't have any friends." Ryou hadn't known where that had come from or the pain of hearing his own words out loud, but it had felt old and that he had kept it bottled up for so long… Ryou only wished to remember everything.

"You do." Yami said getting close enough to grab Ryou's hand in his. "Yugi, me, Anzu, Jonouchi and Honda are your best friends." Ryou felt a cold chill run up his spine and down again along with his heart that started to race.

Marik moved forward and shoved Yami again. "Keep your hands off him."

"If we are such good friends then why wasn't it you watching over me at the hospital or offering me a place to stay?" Ryou truly felt as if he was repeating himself.

"We didn't know and you can't stay with him." Yami watched in utmost horror as Ryou backed up towards Marik.

"I want to stay with him and I want you to leave me alone." Ryou turned glancing up at Marik surprised to see such an intense deadly glare aimed at Yami. "I want to go," Ryou said walking by Marik to go back to what he had been doing.

"He tried to kill you." Yami shouted after him, Marik froze on the spot as memories of those days so long ago came flooding back to him and Ryou turned around and glared at Yami.

"That's low." Ryou hissed at him while marching up to him, "Just because this didn't turn out how you want it too," He firmly poked the other square in the chest with his finger. "It doesn't mean you have to make up wild accusations about someone, just to get your way."

"I'm not making it up." Yami batted Ryou's hand away. "Bakura and him are the worst kind of anything you'll find, they're sadistic liars and murderers who only care for themselves."

Marik narrowed his eyes as the two fell silent, wondering if Ryou had believed him and an overwhelming feeling of anxiousness washed over him at the though of Ryou walking away from him… but it was fast replaced by anger and complete bitter hatred for Yami… if Yami wanted a murderer then he would have the privilege of seeing first hand at how well he could pull apart a body.

"Just… leave me alone." Ryou walked away to Marik's relief, he watched the boy for a few moments, Ryou was still his.

"Ryou I'm only looking out for you." Yami called out after him disparately, but knowing he had lost something that wasn't familiar to him and weren't all Hosts meant to be compliant? Yugi sure was. All train of thoughts stopped as Marik slowly approached him.

"You know, I have always wanted to know how you would look defeated, hell I would have sold my soul to see it… if I had one." Marik lent down a little so he was eye to eye with Yami and his grin got so much bigger. "It looks like wishes do come true." He chuckled rubbing it in for his own pleasure. "I so feel like the cat that got the cream, mouse, the dog and a damn comfy sunspot to sleep." He straightened up and gave a few shot pats to the top of Yami's head, "Poor Pharaoh finding out first hand that not everyone will bend to your will." Marik was rubbing it in but damn it the Righteous Bastard had interrupted one hell of a good kiss and placed him into a shit of a mood.

"Back off Marik!" Yami hissed at him angrily.

"You know I just may replace Bakura if I can't find him and Ra knows that the boy needs protection and someone to look after him."

"In your hands, Marik, Ryou is like a lamb to the slaughter." Yami spat at him in a hiss.

"And what a sweet lamb he'll be." Marik purred seductively, then turned and walked away going after Ryou. "Damn him." Marik hissed when he was well enough out of earshot, Ryou would be nothing but questions and he would have to come up with the answers. Marik sighed to himself as Ryou came into view; the said boy was once again looking over vegetables… why couldn't Marik just turn back time to that kiss?

TBC

A little glimpse into Malik/Marik's past, though it wasn't much. Malik/Ishizu are on their way, interesting. Marik/Ryou seem too be hitting it off nicely (smirks) oh and I'm working hard on getting chapters up on my other stories, though I'm dealing with a mind-meltdown on most of them, so right now I'm working on ones that still have active plot bunnies and muses, anyway Review please, (love and cookies)