As a BIG thank you for all the support shown for Voices of Seduction thus far, I give you this omake. It was an off-the-bat request by Candyworld quite some time ago and it's the 2.52 minutes telephone conversation between Yami and Marik that was mentioned in chapter 5. We thought it would be fun to see what the pair might have talked about whilst Yami was being carted off shopping with Rebecca.
Please enjoy~.
Warning: Pervy Marik, OoCness and the usual 'blah, blah' on errors and stuff...
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
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Yami and Rebecca had not been the cab for too long when Yami's phone rang. Glancing at the caller display, the phone's owner sighed wearily. "Honey" was calling!
The phone continued to ring as Yami debated what to do. Should he answer it or should he let it go to voice mail, he wondered?
Rebecca looked at him curiously from behind her glasses; her inquisitive stare made him a tad nervous. Thinking it was better to answer it than having Marik fill his voice message box with a long, obscene message, he took the call.
"Yami-chan, call me back!" Marik's voice filled his ears and Yami sighed again as he hung up.
Rebecca's eyes grew round, but she remained quiet. Carrying out Marik's instructions, Yami selected Marik's number and pressed 'call'. The sound of the call connecting and its subsequent ringing could be heard as he held the phone on his lap. He didn't bother to hold it to his ears, as Marik wasn't going to answer it—or he hoped he wasn't going to. He didn't want to be charged for the call needlessly.
His bemused companion was looking at him with her full attention now, her head tilted to one side as she observed him. It was obvious his odd behaviour piqued her interest.
Yami gave her a stiff smile.
Patiently waiting until he thought what should be satisfactory for the hentai, he hung up and hoped that was the last he'd hear from the man.
He was sorely mistaken.
The phone rang again and Yami clutched the phone in a death-grip. Honey was calling back. He answered the phone in a half-hearted manner and was greeted with Marik's cheerful voice...again.
"Yami-chan!" Marik squealed. He sounded breathless. "What are you doing now?"
Yami rubbed his temple tiredly. He really wasn't in the mood for small talk—not with him anyway. "I am in a taxi with Rebecca-san, heading out on a shopping trip you insisted on!" he huffed, his voice edged with annoyance.
Silence ensued giving Yami cause to hope his peevish attitude managed to put the thick-skinned man off. He prayed the conversation was going to end. However, Marik was not so obliging.
"Are you free afterwards?" he asked casually.
Yami's eyes narrowed to the question, his brief encounters with Marik taught him to be wary of the wayward man. Very wary!
"Depends..." he replied, stretching out the word with suspicion underlining it.
"Depend on what?" Marik returned mystified. Yami could hear the note of puzzlement in the other's voice; he could envisage the pale brows knitted together in perplexity as Marik pondered over the question.
"Depend who's asking," Yami said. He sounded deceptively casual. Circling around the kneecap of his tattered jeans with a slender finger, he rubbed the exposed skin through the torn fabric distractedly.
"Er...me?" Apprehension spiked the reply as uncertainty struck the bold man.
"Then...NO!"
"But that's mean, Yami-chan," Marik protested sulkily. Yami was certain the grievance was uttered with a long pout and it amused him.
"Not as 'mean' as the stunt you pulled with the ringtone!" Yami admonished. "Did you enjoy listening to it when I called you moments ago?"
Yami could feel Marik's grin over the phone; it was disconcerting and he shivered unconsciously. He really shouldn't have asked!
"Oh yes! And it went straight to my crotch! The images it conjured went straight to my crotch; the thought of touching you goes straight—"
"OKAY, I GET IT ALREADY!" See? Shouldn't have asked, his inner voice told him smugly!
"I could devour you!" Marik purred.
Yami closed his eyes and palmed his face. That man is completely shameless, he thought with despair. How does he utter such cheesy lines and sound so serious? The guy's lasciviousness knew no bounds; it was both incomprehensible and frightening at the same time. How was he supposed to respond to such brazen behaviour? He was not used to attention in any form, let alone it being lavished on him by a man with horny intentions and perverted whims no less.
With his hand still covering his face, Yami slowly opened his eyes. Through the cracks of his fingers, Rebecca was peering at him with a sizeable degree of curiosity. Blushing deeply, he removed his hands and quickly looked away.
"I am going to hang up now," Yami whispered furiously into the phone. The conversation was getting out of control and too personal for his liking. Moreover, he could see Rebecca trying to decipher the conversation through his body language and expression—judging from the amused look on her face—she was getting the gist of it.
Unfortunately, Marik refused to be so easily dismissed. "Aw come on, Yami-chan," he cooed. "Have a late lunch or an early dinner with me."
"No." The proposal was immediately turned down.
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to!"
"But won't you be hungry?" Marik insisted. The question had a whiny note to it.
"No, I won't."
The rejection was firm and curt. Yami left no room for further protest—or so he thought. He obviously forgot he was dealing with one persistent pervert who simply did not know the meaning of the word "No".
His stomach, much to his embarrassment, growled its dissent, it was not happy that he was declining the offer for food. Yami look sheepishly at Rebecca who was trying very hard not to look as though she was honed in on his conversation. He mentally groaned in frustration to his predicament.
"Oh? What did you have for breakfast this morning that you're not hungry?" Marik ploughed on, undeterred.
"Erm... A cream pan*." Yami replied flatly, he vaguely recalled being too excited to eat; hence the small bun for breakfast. Now his stomach was regretting the decision.
"Ah, mine's better..." Marik chuckled.
Yami cocked an eyebrow. Despite his mind was screaming for him not to allow curiosity to get the better of him, his blabber mouth just had to ignore the warning and move on its own accord, "I am sure I'll regret asking, but what did you have?" it spewed.
"Sex."
Yami palmed his face. The slap sounded rather painful and loud in the small confined cabin, and he was sure Marik could hear it. He couldn't believe the guy savoured the word as if it was the tastiest meal he ever had. Needless to say, it had very unsettling effects in Yami's mind.
Serves you right for asking, his brain scolded.
"Yaaaammmmiiiiii-chaaaaaan?"
Flushing to the roots of his hair, Yami let out a groan of frustration. Turning his face way from Rebecca to collect himself, he focused absently on the scene outside the window as it passed him by in a fusion of shapes and colour. Then something interesting caught his eye.
Wow! Seven-Eleven is doing a promotion on washing powder!
His eyes widened at the discovery and he quickly made a mental note to check out the branch near his home. In his gleeful state, he almost miss Marik's request.
"Go out with me—"
"No!" The swift reply came out louder and harsher than he intended. He peered anxiously at his travel companion to see if he garnered a response from her. Luckily, Rebecca's attention was elsewhere. Her face was practically pressed against the window and her eyes were transfixed on a poster of a tanned youth with dark, spikey hair and a cheeky grin, "Tsunami Mako" it read in large print beneath the image.
Relief washed over Yami and he allowed a faint sigh to escape him.
"Why won't you go out with me?" Marik demanded. He sounded sulky, but not beaten.
"Because I don't want to," Yami hissed.
"That's not a reason, it's an excuse!" Marik claimed. "You'd have to do better than that if you want me off your butt, and I mean literally and figuratively speaking."
Yami shook his head; Marik's wheedling voice was so different from the one he used for his villains. He wondered what effect would Marik have if he employed his 'antagonist' voice—the one that never fails to impress him. Would he be able to refuse its alluring effects, he asked himself? He shivered at the thought. Heavens forbid if the hentai found out and actually used it against him. Voice whore, voice whore, his mind chanted in a sing-a-song voice.
"Yami-ch—"
"The answer is still 'No' so let's drop the matter!" The rejoinder was curt and firm; the revelation had shaken Yami more than he would like to admit and it made him a little edgy.
"You're being mean to me, but I won't give up. I will persevere until you finally say, 'Yes' to me!"
"Never! Not happening!"
"I'll buy you taiyaki—as much as you can eat," Marik coaxed slyly.
Yami felt his stomach rumble at the mention of his favourite food and his mouth began to water. "You think you can bribe me with Taiyaki! I'm not that cheap, you know!" The reproach was aimed angrily at his hunger and to Marik.
Hooray for integrity! His brain cheered his bravado.
Aw shit! His stomach growled at his stupidity.
"Then you want something more expensive? Name your price and it shall be considered!"
Yami's eyes widened with surprise. He can't be serious, right? Right? His stomach lurched with revived hope and he scowled at it. Part covering his mouth over the phone; Yami faced away from Rebecca to answer.
"This is getting absurd and pointless. Whatever you are asking of me is not happening!" he rushed out. "Our relationship is purely professional and nothing more so please remember that." The sentence was finished off with a nod of satisfaction; he hoped he got the message through the other's thick head.
"But why, Yami-chan?" The whine was back with a vengeance, "It doesn't have to be all work and no play!"
"Please forgive me, Marik-sensei, but I prefer it that way."
"You know I will not give up, right?"
Yami shrugged. "It will get you nowhere and waste of your time," he said with indifference.
Marik tutted down the receiver, "That's for me to decide, Yami-chan."
"And it is for me to decide to reject your advances," Yami snorted in return, mentally jabbing Marik with his pointer finger.
It earned a hearty laugh from his listener. "You can run, but you can't hide. So..."
"So...what?" Crimson narrowed suspiciously, the voice was reedy and impatient.
"So will you go out with me?" Marik's exaggerated exasperation implied he was talking to someone who was mentally challenged.
That did not abide well with the petit male.
"I said, 'NO'! What part of 'No', do you not understand?" Yami's voice raised an octave or two, whilst the hand clutching the phone bared white at the knuckles through the taut skin. The creak of plastic under the strain indicated the tension in the speaker.
There was a long pause before Marik answered. "Erm, the 'No, I won't go out with you' part?"
Yami groaned, "You don't take rejection very well, do you?" The anger had dissipated and he rubbed his temple in defeat. This was Marik he was talking to.
Rebecca shot him a worried look, which forced him to relax a little. He gave a gentle shake of his head to dispel her anxiety and in return, she gave him a weak smile and patted his knee sympathetically. Rebecca, it seems, was aware of the caller's identity.
"And what make you think that, Yami-chan?" The shameless one chuckled.
"Listen," Yami sighed. "I am simply not interested in your advances, you got that?"
"You straight?"
Damn right I am!
"Yes!" Yami supplied. He thought of Anzu with her sparkling blue eyes that held much laughter, peeking beneath chocolate-hued bangs. Expressive eyes that can melt one's heart with a single soft glance...or freeze one with a haughty glare. It's those very same eyes that are capable of showing concern and displeasure...
Piercing cerulean blues.
Peeking through chestnut bangs.
Kaiba.
Yami blinked once. Twice. Three times.
What. The. Hell! I did not think that, I so did not think that, he kept repeating to himself, mentally shaking the disturbing thought away.
"Well, if that's the case..."
Yami turned his attention back to the phone. "Does that mean you're going to back off and leave me alone?" he asked optimistically.
"No."
"B-but you sounded like you were going to give up!"
"No, my dearest Yami-chan, that is the sound of my interest piquing now that you've made it more desirable for me to woo you. So be prepared to be mine, I will have you at all cost." A cackle followed the declaration, causing Yami to shiver involuntarily. It was the evil villain laugh.
Not bothering with a reply or remaining to hear more, Yami pulled the phone away from his ear and hung up. It didn't take a genius to point out the obvious…
His life has just gotten more complicated thanks to one depraved individual and he was so screwed!
~TBC~
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A/N: My apologies to those who were expecting a normal chapter and found this instead. I will begin work on the next chapter of Voices shortly, so please do not be disheartened.
Once again, I would like to give thanks to all wonderful comments received, trust me it is your words of encouragement that is keeping this fic alive. I know I have not been updating as fast as we all would like, but know that my thoughts are always on it even if I do not have the chance to physically work on it. Some of you may think I have lost interest in this story, but rest assured I haven't. As long as you continue to support me like you have been, I will never give this up. There's so much to explore and plenty of laughs and 'Oh fuck!' moments to come. I have grand plans for this fic as long as you want to read it.
*Hugs to all*
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*Cream Pan – Custard filled sweet bread.
A quick "Thank You" to Rin for pointing out the error on "Takyaki" instead of "Taiyaki". Octopus balls? What was I thinking? LMAO!