Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ A Darker Light ❯ Jewelry Shop ( Chapter 2 )

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Luce Scura
by Yami Bakura


Omi - or WAS it Omi? - walked down the street, enjoying the freedom. Fifty four years was NOTHING when compared with the five thousand he'd previously spent trapped in the ring, but it was STILL a long time. His previous hikari had died a few years earlier in an accident, as did the rest of them. Marik had somehow managed to be sealed INTO the millennium rod, instead of just make use of it, and had become an `official' yami. Absently, he wondered what had happened to his old friend, and even to that repulsive Pharaoh. Well, he'd felt the Pharaoh's presence all day today, and was feeling quite nauseous because of it. The old coot must be around somewhere near. Suddenly, his head whipped off to one side, and he had to focus for a moment to figure out exactly what he had been sensing.

Four strange looking people sat inside a restaurant, and he recognized two of them. They'd been the ones who'd woken him up in that museum last night. Grinning devilishly, he went inside, and sat down near them.


Crawford frowned. He'd had a bad feeling about the dinner all day, and it got worse every time the door opened. He had a feeling that it had something to do with someone who would be coming into the restaurant, but he couldn't tell exactly who it was. A dark haired boy with white tips sat down near them, and ordered something. Schuldig turned around to look at him, which only increased Crawford's sense of foreboding.

Nagi spoke up first. “Don't everyone turn around at once, but doesn't that look like Omi, from Weiss? With a weird new hairstyle…?” Crawford coughed lightly.

“I believe it IS Omi from Weiss...However, I've no idea what he's doing here…”

\Schuldig, can you do me a favor?\ Crawford asked mentally.

\You want me to tap the kid, find out what he's up to?\ Came the response. Crawford nodded, almost imperceptibly.

A few minutes later, Schuldig yanked the rest of Schwarz into his link. \Listen to this,\ he broadcast privately to them.

//How boring this time is. I should have stayed asleep. At least my Light isn't a pansy-ass wimp I can walk all over with no effort… damn, but Ryou was boring. I wonder if there are any jewelry shops to rob around here… I am faintly out of practice, and the idiots from the museum last night aren't doing anything interesting.// With that he got up and left, after winking and smiling at several waitresses, and not a few waiters.

Crawford turned to Nagi and Schuldig. “What did he mean, two idiots at the museum?” Barely contained fury was evident in his voice. “Did you allow yourselves to be seen?”

“No. No one even knew we were there, until the body was found this morning.” Schuldig assured him.

“They didn't even discover the missing items until after the police had taken the body AWAY,” Nagi added.

“So. Someone knows about what went on last night, someone who is currently about to knock over a store out of boredom.”

Farfarello showed his first bit of interest in the conversation. “We should follow him, and find out whether or not he's done anything about seeing these two last night.”

Crawford nodded. “Good idea. Let's go.”



And that was how the four illustrious members of the psychic assassin team known worldwide as `Schwarz' found themselves following a nineteen year old kid with strange hair. True to his word, he stopped at an out of the way jeweler, looked around, and silently slipped inside.

When not a single alarm went off, Crawford decided that either he'd been VERY skilled, or the place didn't have very good security. He suspected it was a combination of the two. Schuldig masked their presence there, and they spied.

Nagi was waiting just as patiently as the others, but a curious tickle at his back reminded him of the staff thing he'd been carrying around. He couldn't seem to put it down, no matter how hard he tried. The one they'd been supposed to give the damned things to found himself the victim of an assassination that night, and they'd kept the things for themselves. Schuldig had something small, and round; Nagi hadn't seen it, and didn't care to. He was much more interested in whatever he'd been left with.

Now it sent chills up his spine, reminding him of its presence. He reached around behind him, took it from his belt loops, and froze.

Schuldig felt Nagi's mind - shift - and he turned to find out what was wrong with him, when suddenly the younger teen went bolting past him, darted into the shop, and had nearly tackled the other kid.

“BAKURA!!!”

The Omi kid turned just in time for his face to light up. “Marik!? Where did you come from?”

Schuldig turned to Crawford, his mouth agape. \What just happened?\ he queried. Crawford was too busy staring to answer.

//I can't believe he did that…// was the only thing filtering through Crawford's as-of-now numb brain.


Inside, Bakura and Marik were doing some catching up.

“How long has it been this time?” Marik asked. “I mean, you count these things, don't you?”

“You would to, if there was nothing else for you to do except sleep. Fortunately, it's only been about fifty years.”

“FIFTY YEARS? How on EARTH did you EVER survive five thousand?! I thought I was going to go mad inside there.”

“Well, one things for sure, I'm free, and I'm not going back again.”

Marik began circling Bakura. “Mmm, yeah. You ARE free, aren't you? I love the new body. But how's it hold up?”

Schwarz gazed on in horror as their previously shy, prudish Nagi proceeded to rip Omi's shirt up, and examine his chest. He trailed a finger down the center. “Very nice. Muscular, too. A big change from that whiny brat, right?”

“It's wonderful. From what I can tell, he's an assassin.” Marik's eyes lit up.

“Really?!” He grinned. “I can see old habits die hard, darling.” Marik snatched up a necklace, and draped it around Bakura's neck. “Ooh, I like that.” Bakura did the same thing, and before long, they'd made a game out of it. When they were both so draped with jewelry that there was hardly any skin left showing, Marik remembered something. “I almost forgot. There's still one more thing left to do…”

Outside, Schuldig heard Farfarello murmuring under his breath, “this hurts god.. this hurts god.. this hurts god…”

Marik opened Bakura's pants, and reached in. “Hmm… I don't know about this…” he did something that made Bakura sway slightly on his feet, and reach out for the assistance of the countertop.

“Jerk. You like it.” He breathed.

“Yeah. You're right. I like it a lot.”

“What about you?”

“this hurts god… this hurts god… this hurts god… I'll hurt him~”

Schuldig turned back to witness Omi open Nagi's pants, and reciprocate the favor dealt to him moments ago. All three heard his chuckle.

“A little on the small side this time around, are we Marik?”

“Fuck you.”

Bakura leaned in close. “I'd love to…” He placed an almost chaste kiss on Marik's neck, a place he knew to be sensitive. He pulled away after letting his tongue dart out and taste. Marik shivered.

“Tease.” He accused.

“Only for you.” Bakura shot back.

Schuldig couldn't believe what he was seeing! It was most definitely NOT Omi and Nagi any more. They'd called each other, Bakura… and Marik?

//Never did like them…// a small voice whispered in his head. Schuldig jerked, but didn't hear anything else, and assumed that he'd imagined it.

Marik backed Bakura up against a wall, and kissed him passionately. “God, DAMN I've missed you,” he whispered between kisses. Bakura didn't even bother to reply. Marik slid one hand up Bakura's shirt, pulling a whisper of a moan out of him. Farfarello looked murderous - since when did NAGI do things like THIS? - and Schuldig was in complete agreement.

They all watched as suddenly Bakura's hair returned to a familiar shade of blonde, and his eyes faded to their natural blue. He blinked, as though he was just waking up, then took one look at what was going on, and collapsed in Marik's arms, unconscious.


Well, there's chapter two. My friend Yami Kitsune has drawn me some AWESOME fanart for this thing! I love it! I can't wait to get it up online somewhere. Yami Nagi/Marik has the Egyptian eye-liner bits under his eyes, and spiky brown hair. He also has that… eye-thing on his forehead. (when I remember what its called, I'll let you know) He's also taller than Omi, but the same height as Yami Omi/Bakura, because, obviously, Yami Omi gets taller when he turns into Bakura. Oh, and when I said that this chapter would be out soon, I really wasn't expecting it to be out the same day. It just happened that way. I daresay I won't be able to update it every single day, or twice a day like this, but I should be able to update every few days or so. ^ - ^

Yami Bakura