Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ A Darker Light ❯ Meet the Yami's ( Chapter 3 )

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Luce Scura
by Yami Bakura

Marik found himself with one very attractive, very passed out blonde boy in his arms. He shook him slightly.

"Oi... You... Whatever the hell your name is.. Wake up!" Marik looked him over. Damn but he was cute. Almost worthy of Bakura. Wait, he took that back. He was definitely worthy of Bakura. After all, it was from this young one that Bakura got his newfound good looks. Now, if his personality was any good....

Omi stirred. He could've sworn he was just kissing Nagi. But that was impossible. He was still working. Where were the screaming fangirls? And Aya's brusque voice telling them in that familiar litany to buy something or get out? Yohji's half-assed flirting, and Ken's laughing at Yohji? Opening his eyes, he looked into the oddest gaze he'd ever seen. The face was Nagi's, with some sort of weird design on his forehead, but his eyes were strange. One was dark blue, the other pale lavender, and there was something off about the bottom of them. They looked too... pretty. He took a deep breath.

“Nagi?”

The strange face broke into a broad smile, disintegrating any inclination towards that idea that Omi may have had. He may look like Nagi, but Nagi wouldn't have smiled that way.

”No. I'm Marik.” His voice was pleasant to listen to.

Omi smiled, feeling more relieved than he should. “Oh good… So I wasn't kissing Nagi… Wait!” he felt faint. “Why was I kissing YOU?”

Marik pouted. “You didn't like it?”

“I don't know.” Omi was flabbergasted. One minute he was feeling exhausted, but working, then he opened his eyes to a stranger, a stranger he was kissing passionately. “I thought I was at work, then suddenly, I'm here, and I don't know how I got here, or even where HERE is.”

Marik smiled again. “Oh, that's simple. Bakura brought you here. Actually, he came here to get some exercise. He's been locked away for over fifty years, and was getting a little rusty. Actually, I have too. And let me tell you, fifty years by yourself with only yourself for company can drive you more than a little nuts at times. Actually, in my case, it drove me sane. I was born crazy.”

Omi was beginning to regret waking up. Oblivion seemed so much safer.

“Of course, that was only me for fifty years. My poor Bakura has had to endure it for over five THOUSAND years.”

Weakly, Omi replied, “how did he ever do it?”

“How indeed, that's what I'd like to know. Fifty had me tearing my hair out… Are you okay? You don't look so good…”

~Yeah, ARE you okay? You really aren't gonna pass out again, are you?~
Omi shrieked, about to do just that.

Marik nearly dropped him. “What's wrong?!”

“There's a voice in my head, and it's not Schuldig!”

Outside, Schuldig frowned. `now wait just a minute,' he whispered, disgruntled.

Marik laughed easily. It was a pleasant sound, although Omi had a feeling it wasn't normally so nice. “It's just Bakura.”

~Yeah. It's just me — wait a minute! That's not right!~

//Who are you, and why are you inside my head?// Omi asked, wondering if … `Bakura' … could hear his thoughts.

~I can hear you just fine, kiddo. I told you. My names' Bakura. Better get used to me, I'm gonna be here for a while. You see, that millennium ring you picked up last night is my home. It has been for the past five thousand years.~

//You're really over five thousand years old? Where are you from?// Omi couldn't help but be curious.

~Now that is a story for a later time. Pay attention to Marik, or I'll make you.~ Omi realized belatedly that Marik had been nearly shaking him in an attempt to get him to `snap out of it.'

“I'm sorry, what?”

Marik smiled again. “Oh good, you're okay. I was getting worried.”

“I was speaking to… Bakura.”

“Oh. Well, talk to me. I like you. He doesn't. “

“You sure? He seems nice enough.

“You don't know him yet.”


Standing outside, Crawford decided he'd had quite enough of that, and he stormed in. Grabbing Marik by the shoulder, he wrenched him around.

”Alright, I don't know who you are, but I demand that you return Nagi to us immediately!”

Marik pulled away from him, and frowned, but nodded slowly. “Oh, alright. He's been screaming at me for the past five minutes, anyway.” With that, he pulled Omi flush up against him, kissed him passionately, and let Nagi take over.

Next thing Omi knew he was picking himself up out of the wreckage of the back wall, after Nagi threw him into it with his powers.

~WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!~ Bakura was nearly screeching. ~How did he do that?! He didn't use the Rod, he shouldn't be able to do that!~

//Calm down. He's telekinetic. He's always throwing me around. I spent most of last year in a cast because of it.//

Bakura sounded interested. ~You mean, you take beatings like that a lot?~

//Daily. Or nightly, rather. Usually. That's if he's in a bad mood. If I'm lucky, I get it once a week or so.//

~Hmm… Well, I like him. Don't pick on him anymore.~

//WHAT? I can't even lay a finger on him! You're asking ME not to pick on HIM?//

~He's younger than you, isn't he? Now shut up, I'm trying to think.~

Omi grumbled, but let his thoughts die down. Schwarz had vanished, he noticed. //Bastards…//

~Shut it, kid.~

//You're a bastard too.//

~You just count yourself lucky that I don't have enough strength to come out physically yet. I'D give you a beating to remember. Ryou couldn't take it. I'd enjoy finding out exactly how far I can push you. Oh, this will be FUN…~

Omi ignored him, and then realized with a start that he was covered in various necklaces, bracelets, and rings. “Where did these come from?!” He began stripping them off, and realized what he was wearing.

//Is this YOUR doing?!// he demanded of Bakura. Bakura was, infuriatingly, silent.

Sighing, Omi left the wreckage of the jewelry store, and walked home.




Back at the Koneko, Ken couldn't stop thinking about Omi. Something about him just… rebelled… against being near his younger friend, and it sickened him to think about it. //WHY?!// He thought, not expecting an answer.

~My fault.~ Was the one he received.


Aya and Yohji came into the kitchen to find Ken passed out on the floor.




Schuldig had been feeling strange all day, and it wasn't until after they'd gotten home, and he sat down to question Nagi about Marik that he realized the reason behind his new thoughts.

Marik explained that contained within some of the Millennium Items, the things Schwarz had stolen from the museum, were spirits. In the Ring, was Bakura, a tomb robber from ancient Egypt. Fifty years ago, they'd been almost friends, and on-again-off-again lovers. He spoke of the Puzzle, which contained the Pharaoh, also from ancient Egypt, and how he'd been sealed into the Rod that Nagi now possessed. He also said that the other four items had spirits within them as well, but that they usually did not manifest. At that moment, Schuldig's pocket -glowed- and his hair turned gold.

“I'm here, Marik-sama…” he whispered. Crawford and Farfarello stared at him in shock.

“Arian? Is that you?” Schuldig - Arian - nodded.

Crawford sat back on his chair, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Things were about to get a LOT more interesting around here… He just KNEW it.





Well, there's chapter three. THREE chapters in one day. I'm spoiling my readers. I sincerely hope you're enjoying this. I'm enjoying writing it, and also watching the `hits' number go up every few hours. Please leave feedback, I'd love to hear what you think.

Yami Bakura