Title: Run-in
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh!
Characters: Yami no Malik, Ryou Bakura
Prompt: #65 Passing
Word Count: 1,266
Chapter: 2/100
Rating: PG, for craziness
Summary: The Egyptian frowned, great, now he had a run-in with his hallucination. And obviously, it didn't get better since it took form and started talking.
Author's Notes: Warnings: AU, craziness and madness, hallucinations, kinda silly, Yami no Malik will be referred to as "Marik" here.
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! will never belong to me. Live with it, guys, I have to, too!
The crowded mall was a very sweaty place to be that Friday afternoon, when he had decided he could no longer put off the grocery shopping his sister had ordered him to do. Growling deeply in his throat, the young Egyptian man pushed his way through the crowd irritatedly. If it had been up to him, he would never have left Egypt in the first place. There he could deal with the full markets, but in Japan it was just so different.
Refraining from strangling the girl who had shoved past him right then, he entered the little Middle East Food shop. There it was a bit more spacey, even considering that it was way smaller, there were just less people in there. It was a blessing sent by the gods, he was sure. Greeting the aged woman behind the counter in Arabic and chatting away a while using all of his charme, she was willing to reduce the price of the goods he bought a little.
Content, he turned around, now heavily loaded with what his sister needed for the weekend, when he glimpsed a sliver of cream white passing by the window. Blinking, he tried to make out what it was, however, it was already lost in the crowd. More hastily than necessary, he plunged back into the sea of sweaty people, cursing lowly. Soon though a predatory smirk perched onto his lips, he made up his mind to hunt down the white.
About an hour later, the Egyptian man sat down by a fountain, running a hand through his messy blonde hair. With all the heat, it defied gravity even more heavily than usual. Sighing, he grasped a handful of water and threw it in his face. Feeling a little refreshed, he lazily glanced around and for a moment he thought he had seen that strange whiteness again. But it probably just was his imagination.
Snorting, he grabbed the shopping backs and started on his journey back home, giving up his senseless search. After all, they said curiosity killed the cat. And he sure liked himself alive, thank you very much. While walking at a steady pace, he wondered if maybe he had gone mad finally. Not that little people regularly told him he was crazy, so the next step would be mad, right? Or was insane the more correct word in his case? After all, he started having hallucinations.
It was then that it happened. Lost in thoughts and not looking where he was going, he bumped into someone else. Startled back into reality, he cursed, glaring at the person which now lay to his feet, apparently more affected by their run-in than he himself. Around them lay one of his shopping bags with half-spilled content and a few books. School books, he noticed at second glance. Seemed he ran into a student of sorts, then.
"Ow," the one on the ground muttered, but went ignored, the Egyptian had already decided that the situation could not have been his fault and thus there was no reason to apologize. Not that he would have, either way. However, his curious nature won, he looked down at the person, only to be shocked by an onslaught of white. The boy – because surely he was no girl, with that slim hips and slightly too broad shoulders to be female – had a pale complexion, some might even call unnatural. His hair, long tresses of pale blue-white, surprised the Egyptian the most, though.
"Um, sorry, I didn't look where I was going...," the boy spoke up once he had stopped rubbing his bruised elbow. He looked up at the Egyptian, his eyes a sparkling smaragd green. Not receiving an answer, the boy glanced around at the mess and sighed, starting to gather his things with a whispered "Oh my."
The Egyptian frowned, great, now he had a run-in with his hallucination. And obviously, it didn't get better since it took form and started talking. Still, no ten horses would get him back into that crazy psychiatrist 's office! His frown deepened as he watched the image get its belongings together and then actually packed his stuff for him. The hallucination stood up, smiling apologetically he held out the shopping bag to him in offering. Dumbstruck, he just took it.
"Oh, sorry, how rude of me! My name is Bakura Ryou-," the boy bowed clumsily, the top books almost falling back to the ground. Ryou blushed and quickly added in a curious tone. "-and you might be?"
Shrugging, the Egyptian thought that since now he had completely lost it, he could as well go along with whatever his imagination conjured up. After all, the hallucinative boy didn't look half bad...
"Ishtar Marik," he replied nonchalantly, eying the boy up and down. He wore a blue-white stripped shirt and pale blue jeans, making him look even paler altogether. The blond Egyptian stopped his examination as he spotted the dark red colour flowing down a snow white hand. Crimson. Unconsciously, Marik licked his lips, which made the pale boy shiver in foreboding.
"Ehm, it's nice to meet you, Ishtar-san...," Ryou trailed off when a tanned hand grabbed his, pulling it up to the stranger's mouth. Blushing madly because it reminded him of a scene in those romances, the fine lord kissing the fair lady's knuckles politely, as custom in past Europe- But instead, a long tongue ran over his hand and his wrist, making him shudder involuntarily.
"What-," the boy startled, yet Marik was far too mesmerized by the blood on the pale skin, he didn't seem to notice. He licked up the trail of blood up to just below the elbow, before bowing mockingly to that strange boy and grinning crazily at him.
"You're bleeding," the Egyptian stated matter-of-factly, though the crazy grin never vanished. At the confused look on Ryou's face, he barked out a laugh, scaring the hallucination obviously. Marik cocked his head to the side, staring intently. He liked what he saw. And blood tasted rarely that good.
"I'm sure we'll meet again," he paused, his grin widening, "Bakura Ryou." The name rang like a cascade in his ears, promising flower fields, fireflies, the crashing of the ocean and cackling of a fire, all in one. He then passed by the hallucinative person, still firmly believing him to be just a fragment of his imagination, but caring little about that. In the end, it meant he really would meet him again. Whistling, he walked home.
Ryou stared after the exotic looking stranger, standing shock still. Whoever that had been, he was crazy. However, he couldn't find himself to care. It just made it all the more exciting. Shaking his head to try and clear his mind, he continued his merry way on.
Never forgetting that feel of a wet tongue on his skin and royal purple eyes staring at him with that slightly crazed look. In fact, it followed him into his dreams that night and many to come.
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