x: Here's the chapter we all discover Marik is a fuck lost more complicated then anyone could imagine. See, that Sun does have a lot of cogs going on it that head of his ;3

I've said it once, and I'll say it again. This story isn't ending anytime soon. Hell, I still have a bit of a vague plot revolving around Dartz that we have to go through.

But first we need some settle down time. Also, the Dusk and Dawn thing needs to be resolved...-cough-

Disclaimer: I love you all. But sadly, I don't own Yugioh. Trust me, if I did, Bakura and Marik would be playing tonsil hockey pretty much every episode


Prior to popular belief, hatred had never been the emotion the sun related to the moon. Certainly at some points he disliked the paler male, but never because he hated him, or because he truly wanted the other to desist in his attention.

It had never been about hatred - it had always, always been about distrust.

It had all began about 2.4 million years; they had known each other before that, as 2.4 million years was hardly the beginning of their existence, but they had never really paid much attention to each other, preferring to live in their own little worlds separate from the other. But at some point, that changed - Bakura began to take notice of Marik.

At first it had been an observant sort of relationship; the crimson eyed male would watch the blond from afar, and though Marik was a tad curious with the others stare, he otherwise ignored it and made no attempts to enquire as to what he wanted. So long as the moon remained on his side, and at least forty feet from him at all times, the sun really couldn't care less what he did.

But then...it became thirty nine feet. Then thirty eight. Obviously no longer satisfied with just observing, the smaller of the two began to try and strike up conversations with him. Which, as everyone knew, was not something the tanned one did.

Fangs and an unpleasant snarl was the only response the albino ever received for his attempts; and when he didn't back off, Marik became unnerved. Suspicious - why on earth would someone continue to try and contact someone who showed them nothing but disdain? Some part of him enquired that perhaps the paler skinned was interested in him; but why? He had far from a pleasant personality, had never given anyone any reason to think he would be good company.

So the fact the moon was so...interested in becoming companionable with him was unnatural, and was thus the reason he began to persist that he be left alone. What could Bakura possibly see in him? Maybe he wanted to claim him, just to brag to the world that he had possessed the sun. Those were the thoughts that plagued the darker male, and those were the very reasons he went from impassive to Bakura's attentions, to downright violent.

Whenever Bakura would speak with him, he'd snarl and glare and otherwise ignore. If Bakura touched him, he would respond with razor sharp teeth; he never spoke around the paler male, simply because he preferred to use body language and more animalistic - those acted as better warnings then threats and shouts.

Then came the most annoying part of all - he began to like the attention. As much as he snapped and growled and discouraged all the focus the moon continued to place upon him, he was unable to deny the paler was beautiful.

Only a blind man wouldn't be able to see the attractiveness of the albino, and the fact that it was so willingly offered to him was a hard thing to refuse. However, his suspicions didn't wane, and he remained heavily unpleasant.

Resolve started to waver at the time he returned from his duty, the dusk taken over, to discover a certain someone sleeping in his area. Not just near it either; Bakura was sleeping in the exact place Marik always slept, right in the little groove he had made for himself. Despite all his suspicions, the blond was unable to resist the urge to curl up beside him, knowing that it would be passed off as him refusing to give up his spot.

That sleep had been one of the best he ever had; in that moment he was forced to face the fact that he was beginning to not care what the moon's motives were, because he was utterly gorgeous and seemed to be so sincere in all his attention. Wouldn't most people have given up by now? Why was he still there? It made no sense!

Of course when he was woken a few hours later by the shouts of unfamiliar's, he had attacked Bakura without any real thought, driven by his own insecurities and frustrations. Nothing could describe how relieved he was when the dusk had shown up, kicking his senses back into him.

Afterwards, he had, for the first time, felt guilty when the moon had stormed off. The blue haired beauty had seemed so..happy sleeping next to him, if the small smile Marik had caught seconds after waking had been anything to go by. Maybe he was wrong in his assumptions..part of him really hoped he was.

So he had followed Bakura; this time he played the part of the quiet observer, watching the albino from afar with a feeling almost akin to longing. Though the moon had noticed him, if the slight eyebrow raise was anything to go by, the pale skinned hadn't vocally challenged him, and so he had allowed himself the pleasure of simply observing.

And when the other had grinned at him...a warmth like no other had filled him. But the still present distrust beat it back, still confused as to why the other remained so taken with him, despite all the beatings he received for it.

That's when he became determined to find out. The warmth he felt at the other's affection mixed with the cold chill of suspicion had led him to, for the first time, pursue the moon instead of the moon pursuing him.

And then the albino had kissed him...and the world came crashing down. Most of that event was a blur on his mind, vaguely recalling that Bakura had located some sort of pleasure zone on his neck that pretty much sent his mind into purgatory. All he really remembered was hot white pleasure and ice cold lips pressed against his, with a burning tongue plundering his mouth.

Then the touches had stopped, his mind cleared..and his suspicion came rushing back so fast it made his head spin. The other had just, just...betrayed him. Used the weak spot on his neck to leave him helpless and then took advantage of it. Hurt was a feeling unknown to the sun, and so instead he had turned it into rage. Certainly he had been angry at the other before; but this time the feeling of betrayal was mixed in, and he almost lost himself to blood lust.

A sharp kick to the head set him straight, the Dusk once again coming to both of their rescue. But that didn't keep the hurt from surfacing and he hissed hatefully at the albino, deeply wounded that all his distrust had been completely justified.

The next three months had been the worst kind of hell he had ever experienced. It didn't take him long to notice Bakura was now going out of his way to avoid him, and that only added to the acidic pain broiling away in his stomach. At that moment, he realized he had actually fooled himself into believing maybe the moon felt something for him..and he had actually started to believe maybe he had felt something for the paler too.

Despite all this, he was driven to find the other. Maybe he felt the need for revenge, or perhaps, just perhaps, he missed him. Maybe he didn't care wether or not the albino had been using him; he had enjoyed his attention nonetheless, and being suddenly without it just added to the pain.

And then there was Pegasus...in that instant, when he first saw the suffering moon pinned beneath the form of the unicorn who obviously meant nothing good, something inside him snapped. A sort of cold calm had swept in, and there wasn't even a single inch of him that thought Bakura was getting what he deserved. All that filled his mind was someone dared lay a hand on his moon. Some insolent brat had the very nerve to taint the beautiful albino with their filth.

But it was those words, those two words, that caused everything to snap.

"You're mine." The second those lips had fallen from the bastards mouth, suddenly nothing mattered anymore. Whatever motives Bakura may have had were no longer relevant, what he had done meant absolutely nothing; all that mattered was that fucking son of a bitch screaming in agony!

That was the first time the sun had ever truly lost himself; and when it was over, when he held the limp, pale form in his arms, when Bakura curled almost willingly into his embrace, all suspicion had been successfully cooked into ash. Because in that second, he realized he didn't care wether or not the moon was using him for some unknown purpose.

Because it was at that exact moment he realized he loved him; and nothing else mattered.


Can we all say AWWWWW? Marik's just a big ol' softy ain't he? Also makes you feel kind of bad for him, seeing his side of the story, don't it?

Anyhow! R&R people! Pleeease? If I don't get reviews I get nervous cuz I think people don't like how it's going and that makes me not want to write anymore! D: I have bad self esteem when it comes to my fans!

R&R!!!