Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Alone ❯ Intermision Pt 3 [Solitary Love] END ( Chapter 7 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

All disclaimers and warnings, as from the last chapter… Do I really need to add these reminders anymore? (o.o)?
Oh…I should say that there is a bit of gore and blood in this one…Masochist like,

Translations:

Seme: the more dominant person in a `relationship'.
Niisan: Older brother
Un: Also `unh' I think. It's just like an informal “yes” i.e. `yeah', `ah-hah', `mhm', etc.
owari: The End, basically.

The chapter is slightly choppy, but no, I've had all of these weird ideas from the very beginning -Just didn't know how to write it.

In the fic, I used a term called `Dumb'. It was originally a term used to make fun of people whom could not speak properly- `mutes' in other words who are disabled. I used this original term despite the bigotry of the word now, but do not wish to offend anyone in anyway. Please do not take this offensively.

Furthermore, Malik isn't homosexual- I've made him bisexual for this fic.

Enjoy.

Alone -By Annie Nguyen

Intermission Chapter Story One, Part Three (Marik's story)- “To Love Alone, Solitary Love.”

“Bakura?” Malik asked as I entered our bedroom. He had the futon on the floor and sleeping bags out so that we could sleep on it together and pretend we were on a camp. `Fun'…

“Mmh, Malik? What is it?” I replied tranquilly, not really meaning what I had said. Wait…what did I just say? I don't remember anymore. I don't remember anything.

“What do you do if someone is bullying you?” Kill them. A voice replied. “Is that what we do if we're being bullied?” I asked the voice. Of course, it's the only thing we've ever known isn't it?

“You O.K?” Malik asked worried, closing the door behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. “You went into niisan's room, what happened? You look kind of lonely and sad like and stuff.”

Kill. That's what we do. Don't you remember `little demonic one'? Wasn't it so much fun when we could just kill and kill and never get caught? We didn't need anyone did we? Oh no…Don't you want to relive those days `little demonic one'?

“No…I…No…I don't know,” I replied to the voice, unintentionally voicing it instead.

“Aw…Bakura is confused?” Malik hugged me tightly, “You know, I'm glad I'm sleeping over tonight. That way we can stay together for a little while longer. Makes me happy,”

“Yeah…”

Is that a `yes' Little Demonic One? Oh I'm so glad! It's been such a long time since we've spilt any blood. Precious blood…Oh so thick and warm blood… Won't it be so good to taste it again? Perhaps we should kill this one in front of us here? He has nice blood. Nice, powerful blood. Doesn't he?

“N-No…”

“Huh?” Malik asked.

If we drink his blood we could beat that evil one. The one with those glowing purple eyes, the one who defeated us before -Then we'll drink his blood and become stronger! Yes! Stronger! Then we will slaughter that girl too. Oh yes! So much fun Little Demonic One! So much fun!

“No!” I exclaimed suddenly, collapsing to the floor in a pathetic heap of sobs.

Pathetic…Pathetic…Pathetic… It laughed and left, leaving the word lingering in my mind.

“Bakura?...” Malik asked, hushing my tears, encircling me in his arms. His nice, warm arms… Home…Oh sweet home…

Bakura…

Mom? I enquired out to that new voice. Mom?...

“Hush now Bakura…It's O.K…”

No, it was Malik. Malik…Oh sweet Malik…

And it was at that exact weak moment when I had decided to, bring his face close to mine, bring his sweet lips close to mine…and kiss him. But most surprising of all he kissed back. Closing his violet eyes, his soft violet eyes…

My very first real kiss was with a violet eyed blonde… I wish it was with the other, violet eyed blonde though.

.: Marik's POV :.

What was I supposed to do? I had made enough of a mess of myself this night already with Isis, and now Bakura? What was worst? Knowing I had confessed that I had no idea to why I did such a selfless thing with helping the brat, or that Bakura had heard everything?

I paced the floor of my room back and fourth quickly, angrily, heavily. I had to calm myself down or to hell with it; I'd have destroyed this whole house by now. The veins on my face were still throbbing, would they not calm down? Why would I not calm down?

Aww…Finally! You're back! I've missed you Marik-san… A voice behind me sneered, making me stop in my tracks.

“Who's that?” I commanded, whipping my body around to see who it was. I looked and saw nothing, heard nothing else, only the wind from the window, a branch tapping at the glass, and nothing more, right?

Feeling suddenly awkward, I pulled the curtains of the room, keeping the dark night out of my sight only to have the wind knocked out of me as that same voice replied. The voice, was in my ears, was in my mind, not out in the open.

It's me-ee! Don't you remember Marik-san? Marik-san! Marik-san! It said in a sing song voice.

Realisation dawned on me. `It', was the evil `being' of the Rod. All Millennium items have an evil being that try and take control every now and then. Ra, mine was speaking to me- again. It had been such a long time since I last heard it speak. I thought I'd gotten rid of him…perhaps not.

“Leave, now. I don't need you anymore, and I never really did. You should know that.” I spoke out calmly, opening the desk drawer that contained my Rod, the gleam of metal flashing as it came into view.

Oh…are you sure? I mean, really Marik-san, I wouldn't be back now if you weren't in such shambles. Tsk tsk… What have you done?

The metal was cool against my skin and, not being able to resist, I unsheathed it to expose the sharp blade inside. “None of your business…” I hissed into the suddenly still air.

Oh but it is Marik-san! Wouldn't it feel good to taste blood again? Sweet blood…

Me, give into temptation and be bought down to my knees? Ra no.

“Being-san…” I mocked, licking the blade in an almost seductive gesture towards the being himself, “You will never be seme.”

Heh. I am in control, he will never control me again, the same way he did before, all those years ago. I could almost feel my smile tingle at the thought. Was I mad, to smile at a time like this? No…No! Of course not!

You're right, as always Marik-san… I win. HAHahAHAHaHA!

Alas…as always…I leave you now…

I smiled. “Good. And don't come back.” Leaving him to sulk I turned to the doorway with the Rod in hand, half-way out the door before a whisper brushed past my ear.

Oh…you best run Marik-san. My dear, dear friend is working his skill against the one you call the little innocent one, the evil, the devil in disguise…The akurai, the bright one- the light; the kanika, the black one- the dark; The contradicting one, the Yin Yang one… You know, the one you call Bakura?

Shock drained the colour out of my skin, leaving me as emaciated and as placid as one who was already dead. I couldn't move- but I must! He was talking about Bakura, Bakura was in trouble! I must go! Go, go, GO!

The window suddenly flew open, wind blowing everything in the room, pushing past my back that was against it, pushing past my hair and jacket and out of the doorway, making the door slam against the wall on its hinges… The being of the rod just laughed, and laughed, and laughed as it melted away.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha…

Move!

I dropped the Rod in my hands and left it to clatter against the wooden floor as I broke into a run. My steps were uncannily heavy as I stumbled through random objects that seemed to be purposely there to stop me, and reached the door of Bakura's room. Gasping for breath, my heart in my throat, I twisted the smooth knob and…

.: Third person POV :.

“Nnh…B-Baku-…ahh…Wha- …What are you doing?” An out of breath Malik asked, his face flustered pink at the sexual things Bakura was doing to him.

Malik was down flat against the futon, Bakura on top of him as he licked Malik's chest.

Question unheard, or ignored, Bakura continued his actions, not really able to talk nonetheless.

Lick.

“Ah…”

Lick. Lick. Lick.

“ah-nyah…”

“You like this?” Bakura purred, his teeth gently nipping at one of Malik's nipples, grazing at the sensitive nub. Hands ever so lightly tracing the Malik's lean stomach/

“I…Bakura…” Malik murmured, unsure of how to react of what to say- he was nonetheless, new to this. Marik's bewildered face expression was enough information for Bakura to know, despite Malik's age being the same as his, that Malik had never masturbated before.

Bakura frowned and thought for a bit before pulling the delirious `boy' up into his arms. “Let me teach you then…” He said in the blonde's hair, tugging what little was left of his clothes off and onto the floor.

Malik blushed at Bakura's solution to the problem, not sure on whether to cover himself up embarrassed of let him continue to stroke his inner thigh. Inner thigh it was.

He murmured in defeat, falling back against the futon once again. Kissing back up Malik's chest, Bakura groped Malik's smooth perky butt lustfully, receiving a gasp of surprise and pleasure from the uke, before ravaging the blonde's neck with his nimble tongue. Malik groaned and absently thrusted his hips against the air between Bakura's body and his, his erection obvious as it gleamed with mild moisture from heat and many other things. With his hands pressed against the blonde's thighs, Bakura jerked them open and smirked, looking down at the beautiful sight, admiring the hard muscle.

“You ready?” Bakura asked slyly, not expecting an answer.

Malik opened his mouth to answer but the words were replaced with the loud moan that escaped his lips, as Bakura's head disappeared somewhat between his thighs. Never, had he felt anything like the way he felt then. It was something unexperienced by him, something he had not grown up to knowing about yet, something he never knew existed. Bakura kissed along the blonde's length, savouring the sweet taste before sliding his tongue up, flicking it against the head and finally taking it in his mouth, sucking hungrily. For someone of his age he was in very experienced in spontaneous actions.

Bakura's hot mouth continued his explicit actions, enjoying the scent of pleasure that came to his nose at each of Malik's gasps, who randomly thrusted into Bakura's mouth before finding a pleasurable, quick, rhythm.

“Mmh…You're so warm Malik…You're always so warm…” Like my mother's arms… Bakura purred to Malik, speaking an after thought in his mind.

“Nhah! B-Bakura!”

Malik's body was so hot, so very hot. He couldn't help but look down to see what Bakura was doing to him, before gasping at the delicious sight and flinging his head back in pure euphoria. Somehow his fingers had managed to twist themselves into the albino's gorgeous white hair, encouraging him to proceed; and proceed Bakura did, wave after wave of pleasure to Malik.

Bakura paused teasingly and with a viscously sharp suck, allowed Malik to release his long stored come. Malik screamed out, eyes closed tight with his concentration of trying to elongate the sudden pleasure, breathing in heavy gasps.

“Ah! No! Ah! Ah AH! Bakura!!”

Laughing happily, Bakura spat the bitter sweet liquid into Malik's pile of clothes, (better than the carpet), not feeling what swallowing years old cum, and wiped the corner of his mouth. His eyes were glazed over in pure happiness, his ears drowning in the sounds of Malik's beautiful voice. Beautiful…Like his brother. Bakura thought.

“Ah…k..kura…”

He is isn't he? Ooh…look at all that blood, Little Demonic One! Wouldn't it be so nice to just bite `it' off and cause some blood to flow from the veins? It's so fleshy…So delicious and beautiful as you've mentioned! Go on…bite it!

Bakura's eyes widened in realisation to where the voice was coming from. But I… Bakura was suddenly befuddled to what was right and what was not.

Go on… It urged. Mariku-san doesn't deserve you, Demonic One. Look at that gorgeously hot flesh… Think of the warm liquid pouring into your mouth and the sounds he'll make from it…All the screaming… Go on…

Bakura bit his lower lip to keep them from visibly trembling. It was almost like as if he'd lost himself. He thought he was in control before, but now… it was almost like he was possessed!

Taking in a deep breath, he opened his mouth…

Marik's hand trembled as he twisted the door knob. What if his being was just making up lies to him? He'd charge in and Bakura would hate him more… And he dared not look into Bakura's mind. It was all too easy for Bakura to become even more infuriated at being spied upon.

He paused, sweat dripping, anxiety prickling the hair on the back of his neck. Should he or should he not? Breathing deeply he shut his eyes trying to calm down. If Bakura was on trouble then he had to go in now! And yet he continued to procrastinate opening the door. It wasn't until he heard the sounds of heavy breathing, and Malik's screaming did he react and shoved the door open.

“Ah! No! Ah! Ah AH! Bakura!!”

Bakura…

Marik, shocked, stumbled into the room, preparing himself for what he would see. Blood? Broken limbs? Nothing however prepared him for what he actually did see.

Bakura's mouth open, lingering in between the inner thighs of Malik's naked form.

Correction: Bakura's deliciously sweet, moist pink lips, parted and lingering between the sweaty inner thighs of Marik's lithe, naked form, cum still present upon his body as the blonde breathed heavily.

Yes, Marik could smell the scent of sex, and he could tell Bakura was as shocked as he was at being intruded upon in such an embarrassing situation. The albino's lips stayed parted, though more of a stunned expression was now worn upon his face.

Still gasping at what must have been Malik's first orgasm; he calmed down and ran his fingers through his hair. Malik giggled at Bakura's face expression, not realising the intrusion with his back turned to the doorway. “What's wrong Bakura?” Malik asked, a dazed fan-girl look on his face.

When Bakura didn't reply, he turned to look at the direction of Bakura's gaze, and fell over himself despite still lying down.

“M-Mariku-niisan?!”

What was Marik supposed to say?

“Bakura, I want a word with you. Malik, clean up this mess.”

.: Marik's POV :.

My hands trembled at the sight. I wasn't exactly sure on what to say in a situation like this, but I was certain that the blood had rushed to my cheeks and the rest to my downstairs region. My pants felt suddenly tight around the front…

Bakura…looked gorgeous on top of Malik. -Hell, he'd have looked better on top of me.

So many thoughts ran through my mind, and none of them were of being an adult and solving the `situation' in an adultly and mature manner; but the words came to me freely and were spoken despite my muteness.

“Bakura, I want a word with you. Malik, clean up this mess,”

And with that, I turned and left the room, making my way to the lounge chair in the next room, attempting to bury myself in it.

Wordlessly, Bakura obediently followed and sat on the single chair next to my own. He'd put on a shirt before coming, sitting there looking down at his feet with as much muteness and dumbness as I had.

“So…” I started, trailing out the word, not sure on what to say.

“I'm sorry,” Bakura said suddenly, his fingers fidgeting with themselves.

Surprised at his apology, I looked over at the side of his solemn face and tried to get him to turn his gaze over at me. “No, it's fine Bakura. You don't have to apologise. I'm the one who should.”

I bit my lower lip and saw that he did the same, contemplating the situation.

“Bakura? Am I that scary to look at?”

He shook his head silently and at length, looked at me from the corner of his eyes before looking at me face to face. My veins had stopped popping out of my head, yes?

“There…that's better…” I whispered, moving my hand over to touch his cheek.

He flinched and looked away again.

“Please Bakura…I'm sorry, I really am,” I tried desperately- yes, desperately! How low had I managed to bring myself down to? “Please forgive me. I didn't mean any of the things I said Bakura. I really do love you…”

My heart was breaking. I felt like I would die if he continued to refuse to look directly at me, like as if I were not worthy of being looked at, not worthy of knowing him. I would ignore what I saw just moments ago, if he would look at me.

“…I…I keep hearing a…voice…telling me to do the things I used to do…when I was the…the Invisible Solitary…” He spoke quietly, gazing intently at the coffee table before taking a quick glance at me and back, simply to see if I were listening.

I had expected him to say that he hated me, or run off upset, but despite, the polite `acquaintances' persona coming from him was even more crushing. It only made me realised how severed our relationship was now.

“It's natural you'd hear him,” I explained with the same monotone, not once removing my eyes from the side of his face, “They come with the millennium items- Isis and I call them `beings'. They're like psychological voices you hear in your head. We're going to have to teach you how to drown them out and choose the right option.”

Pause.

“Did it…Did it hurt you?” I asked as an after note, worry drying my voice.

Bakura's lips parted again in an almost tear stricken manner, before they returned to their pursed line. He wanted to say something, but possibly didn't know how to say it. If my pride did not have me sitting there, glued to the couch, I'd have probably fallen to my knees and begged him to tell me what it was.

Languidly, he spoke his thoughts. “No… No Marik-san. Thanks to you it didn't,”

I was confused. Thanks to me? Was that sarcasm? And yet his face was so sincere…

“I don't understand…” I began, cut off by Bakura's sudden cry, tears spilling down his cheeks. He spoke in a high pitch, voice shaky and stuttering.

“It- it wanted me to hurt M-Malik- And then kill y-you and then- then kill Isis and, and, and I d-didn't know -wh-what to do! I gave in and I opened my-my m-mouth and was going to bite it but then you- you came in and- and- and he disappeared and-…”

I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close and he complied, sobbing into my chest, like as if we'd never been parted. There my pride left me and I cried into his hair, holding him tightly in case he might slip away.

Then I realised. I realised that I, was in love. I was in love with a little twelve year old. I would do stupid and selfless things for this twelve year old; I would cry for this twelve year old; I would give in all that I've known for this twelve year old…It was there all along! I was in love. I am in love. I am in love with, Bakura.

And he will never know, I will never tell him, never let his mind know that I did, even if I could see it in his eyes that he wished for me to. It was not right, he was too young. Love is one thing, and desire is another. Bakura… At his age, he probably only knew of desire, of lust. He is too young, way too young. He may be thirteen by now considering the…going through…puberty…thing…-But young nonetheless.

“M-Marik? D-Do you love me?” He asked, pulling his tear strained face away from my chest to look at me.

“Of course I do Bakura,” More than you'll ever know.

I didn't contemplate any further, and he looked at me like as if he knew there was something more. And he was right. I kept away from him knowing that I loved him more than a family relationship. Dismissing the thought however, he smiled that perfect smile of his and gave me a kiss on my forehead. “I love you too, niisan,”

The next few hours went at a dawdling pace.

I'd carried Bakura back to Malik's room to see to the cleaning, and found my poor little brother still on the futon, a puzzled look on his face. He frowned when we came in, looked at Bakura, back at his clothes still on the floor (yes, he was still unclothed) and then back over at me before finally speaking.

“What…What just happened?”

Naivety is certainly a main trait in Malik's persona- he didn't even know about desire. Consequently, I spent the next half an hour or so trying to explain the `birds and the bees' to him, (really…this is Isis' job, must I do it?), while Bakura cleaned up the room, an amused smirk on his face. It was harder to explain to him about homosexuality though- I'd let Isis fix that up…If she forgives me that is.

“What are you smirking at?” I asked him with a grin, after getting Malik to go take a bath.

He looked up at me from Malik's bed, holding a video in his hands. “Oh, nothing Marik… I just find it amusing.”

“Amusing? That Malik is innocent compared to you?” I joked, sitting down on the edge of the bed. It surprised me when he replied in a serious tone though.

“Yeah, I find it really funny.”

“You're being serious?”

“Of course,”

“So…” Bakura was still smirking- He must have found this amusing too as I queried, “How did you learn about the `birds and the bees' then?”

He paused and I played with his hair, glad that he no longer flinched, purring slightly before looking at me directly and said.

“Porn,”

“…” That was certainly…Not innocent. “Porn? …You found out about those…kinds of things…through…porn?!”

“Yes Marik,”

“And the homosexuality?” I was stunned. I thought maybe what Bakura was doing to Malik was simple experimentation; but it turned out that Bakura knew all too well what he was doing.

“Yeah, Yaoi porn,”

“…Alright… From where?”

“When I was a thief,” He paused dramatically, looking at me from the corner of his eye, “…And also from the collection I accidentally found a while back, in a box marked `old clothes' under your bed…Marik-san.

“…”

“See,” He laughed at my stunned expression, crawling into my lap for a hug, “amusing.”

The following morning Isis came to pick up Malik. She looked tired, her eye lids red like as though she'd been crying most of the night; furthermore, avoided conversation with me until I got on my knees and begged for her forgiveness. Never seeing me as pathetic as I was then, she sighed and forgave me, submitting to telling Malik about homosexuality and to keep his `frustrations' to the confinements of his room- by himself, as long as I looked after Bakura.

It was another visit two months later, on the day of Bakura's 13th birthday (to which he remembered) that we were all lounging about in room 25, eating the `poisoned-yet-slightly-less-harmful-compared-to-last-time' cake Isis made. Bakura was busy playing with Malik, his presents stored away in his room, whilst Isis and I sat idly watching the television.

In another commercial break I started flicking channels to one: annoy Isis, and two: find something else to watch, when I came across a News break. The reporter was at the state bank, police cars parked in the area. What caught my eye the most was the title of the report: “Invisible Solitary now visible.” Talk about horrible slogans.

“Out breaking news today as the “Invisible Solitary”- Japan's most notoriously famous thief and murderer of almost six years - has finally been captured. This man of 23 years, made a crucial error during this morning's bank robbery, dropping his identification card in his wallet, on his escape. The bank had found out about the unknown robbery and called police to the scene. The Invisible Solitary unsuspecting about the police, returned to the crime scene disguised as an older man to obtain his card, only to be intercepted by our police officers.”

“Five foot and nine inches in height, with white blonde hair and blue eyes, the man confessed to being the Invisible Solitary, when the police questioned his intentions. Psychology professor Yuki Shimizu, known for her current study of the Invisible Solitary, reports that she will now be able to study him personally and attempt to discover and understand the criminal mastermind.”

“Police officers mention that the man had snapped and began ranting continuously about how intelligent he was for lasting this long, naming every murder and robbery he ever committed while laughing. A confession has been recorded, and it is possible that the man will be facing life time imprisonment or death. Professor Shimizu believes that the Invisible Solitary's actions are underlying psychological problems, and should go through treatment before going through jury.”

“The Invisible Solitary, has however refused to confess to what his real name is, after police found he had numerous fake ID's in that wallet. Despite the man remaining nameless, he will forever be known as the Invisible Solitary, one of Japan's top criminals, uncaptured and unseen for many years, until today.”

“More news, at eight.”

I believe that I was not the only person in the room staring agape at the TV screen. Bakura was the most affected, wide eyed and unmoving, even when Malik poked him in the ribs. Personally, I didn't believe that he would be lying about being the Invisible Solitary, and I doubt he lied now. So when Isis looked over at him with a confused yet slightly disdained look, he calmly reassured her.

“The Invisible Solitary doesn't exist anymore. He died with the beginning of this new me, so we might as well keep it that way- let the mad man have his fun at being Japan's number one thief and murderer.”

And we have ever since. Not one of us has ever spoken about the Invisible Solitary again, because he really doesn't exist anymore. That old Bakura is long gone, and thank goodness to it.

I didn't think that as time went by though, that this mad man playing the Invisible Solitary would actually become famous. Worldly famous- releasing two books on `How to be a Criminal Mastermind' though serving his life in jail. By the end of it, he'll be a very wealthy criminal.

And, it was few months or so after this ordeal, to which I had personally begged Bakura to work in Erotica for me.

.: Third Person POV :.

Bakura and Marik were talking casually about their tastes in music, food- anything random with trifle purpose really, when the topic of Marik's long forgotten sex club, Erotica, was brought up.

“I heard you and Isis talking about it many times Marik. What's that all about?”

“Oh…that…” Marik grinned though he was rather embarrassed. Talking to Bakura about sexual things would be inappropriate if Marik were a responsible adult- but he was not; and with all they've been through, sex was a topic that would only be sensible if Marik explained it in educational purposes to Bakura. “It's a brothel…for homosexual males. Men pay to be sexually pleased- however what I'm doing is male prostitution, in many ways that's against the law.”

“I see…” Bakura drained in the information before asking another question, “So, if what you're doing is wrong, why do it?”

“Because it was a bet between me and Isis, to see who would get the most money…Obviously, I've lost. Prostitution is illegal for underage people like me, but legal if a document is signed by the law to the brothel in question. Unfortunately I'm a year too young.”

“So? Why not have a bit of fun and use that magic of yours one last time. We could still win the bet,” Bakura said huskily with a grin. It sounded adorable in his yet to mature voice.

“We?” Marik laughed, “You're way too young.”

“Says you and everyone else. But really, I could serve the customers drinks and such. It'd be fun to work with you Marik. I'd get to see you naked everyday…”

Marik's eyes widened at the last comment, his cheeks turning a shade of pink, almost unnatural on his dark skin.

“You're…you're being serious?”

“Of course,”

“I thought you were joking…”

“No, I'm not.”

Marik dropped to his knees, clasping Bakura's hands in his own, receiving a mild gasp of surprise from the albino.

“Ra, work for me.”

“Sorry…Work for you? What do you…”

“Work for me! In Erotica! I would love for you to do just that and work for me. I'll make sure you're looked after and paid and everything- I promise!”

“In…In Erotica?” Bakura asked astonished.

“…And no one will dare lay a finger on you- I'll make sure of that. And even if they look at you in any sexual way. And I promise to get the legal documents signed. I know it's wrong because you're so young but…”

“Whoa…hang on there Marik-san,” Bakura managed to hush him, placing his small hands over the others mouth, “What would Isis think?”

Marik answered whilst Bakura's hands were still covering his mouth, making the boy giggle before removing them to let him speak properly.

“I'll convince her. She never backs down a bet either. She's stubborn as,”

Momentarily pausing in thought, Bakura played with his sleeve before responding. “O.K. But I want to pay for myself to do it. I'll give you some of the money Isis stored away for me,”

“No, you shouldn't and I wouldn't let you anyways. That's for your education and expenses. Yes, it's a lot of money but we're trying to be prepared,”

“But Marik! I feel like I owe you more than what I've given. Please let me pay for the repairing of the building, oh please,” Bakura looked at Marik in such a pleading way that he had to turn away lest he kissed the boy. His lips would always form a pout when his eyes got as bright as they did then, and every time Marik wanted to kiss those lips.

“Alright…Alright…” Marik gave in with a deep sigh, ruffling Bakura's hair when he saw how happy Bakura was at his answer, “But, only for some of the redecorating, O.K? I'm going to have to take responsibilities myself and pay for the actual running. Plus the hiring of prostitutes…dear Ra…”

“Yay!” Bakura beamed, hugging the blonde tightly, throwing his etiquette out the window and forgetting to say “thank you”.

Marik laughed and hugged him back. “You, however, are responsible for the lecture we're going to receive from her though you know.”

“Hmph. But you just begged me to work for you?”

“I did not,” Marik joked.

“Did to!” Bakura punched Marik's side playfully before running off.

“Did not!” Laughing, Marik chased after him.

“And that's the whole story,” Marik recounted to Isis, trying not to look into her eyes in case she mauled him then and there.

“Right…” With a mutter, Isis got up and left both Bakura and Marik looking at each other with confused expressions, whilst she made herself a much needed cup of tea.

“That's it? No…lecture?”

“No Marik. No lecture.”

“You're letting me work with Marik-san?”

“Yes Bakura. Yes I am.”

More confused expressions were past to and fro.

“And can I do it too Isis, sister?” Malik joined in, seeing his luck.

“You may, but only when you hit thirteen years.”

“Aww…But that's not until December 23rd Isis!” Malik complained.

“Well, too bad.” Isis came back to the lounge with tea in her hands.

“I don't get it Isis…Why are you being so calm?” Marik sighed and pulled a giggling Bakura onto his lap.

“Because Marik. My Necklace item still shows the same premonition it did a year or so ago…” Isis replied, trailing off slightly to drink her tea. It was obvious however to what premonition she was talking about. (Check “Intermission -Marik's Story, Part One.”)

“You're being serious?” Marik tried to make sure of the situation.

“Positive,” She placed her cup down on the coffee table, “Besides, we've done more bizarre things have we not?”

Isis was talking about Bakura, and Marik guessed that as soon as the words were out of her mouth, though Bakura and Malik continued to look at the two with dazed faces.

“What changed your mind Isis?” Marik asked as an after note, truly curious about this change in personality.

She smiled, hiding it slightly by taking another sip, but did not contemplate any further. Marik didn't have to read her mind to find out why either.

Bakura…

.: Marik's POV :.
…Present Time…

I sit now on the velvet chair, in the main hall of Erotica, looking out of the same window I'd always looked out before, those many years ago. The time when I'd first came across Bakura, the one who changed my life forever. Now, I cannot bare the thought of not having him in my life, and I curse myself for ever thinking that one of these days he will leave. I'm always scared for him, scared because one of these days, he will be gone.

Until that day however, I will always sit and wait, and look for his white lavender head to come round the corner, visiting me from after his school. And he'd work for me again, changing into his costumes and doing what he did best- he is the master of fetish. At some nights when he worked late shifts, he would stay over with Malik and I, (I moved out from the flats once he hit 16 years…That was the age required by the Oldehack rules of keep); and at other times I'd give him a ride home on my motorbike, him clinging to my waist trying to keep warm.

Though it may have seemed obvious, I was the one whom had taken away his complete innocence. But only when he'd turned 16, and only when he'd given me his consent. Those days were the most blissful of my life. I dream about those times and relish in the warmth I obtain from them every time I wake up in the cold mornings.

The clearest memory I have of Bakura, is surprisingly of a time when we were lounging about in Erotica as I am now, in a companionable silence. He amazed me with what he said.

“You know Marik-san, Erotica is a horrible name for a soon-to-be-famous-brothel-sex-club-thingy,”

“Haha…Yeah, I know that,” I replied with a chuckle.

“Then why not call it “Trespasser's Beware” instead?”

“Trespassers…Beware?”

“Yeah. When I first came here I saw all those signs and thought it was the name of the warehouse.”

“That's a bit daft isn't it Bakura?” I joked.

“Un. But it's a much better name then “Erotica”. I mean really. That's a bit daft isn't it Marik?” He joked back.

“But why that name? They're just warning signs.”

“Exactly. I read somewhere once that brothels are for both males and females to `satisfy' themselves.”

“So?”

“So… “Trespassers Beware” is inclining that this particular brothel is for males and males only. There aren't any female homosexuals, only males because that's what you decided on. `Trespassers', as in straight males and female homosexuals, should `beware' what they end up seeing inside.”

“Bakura you're brilliant you know that?”

“Thank you Marik. But I already knew that,” He smirked. I did wonders for his ego.

“So…We're going to call it “Erotica”- Trespassers Beware?”

He smiled that perfect smile of his “Exactly,”

Ladies and Gentlemen: I introduce to you all, Erotica- Trespassers Beware. Homosexual male brothel run by Mariku Ishtar, and Bakura Kanika.

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(Annie and Marik are sitting by themselves together…)

(Quiet)…

Marik: Hey…I still think I should've been the main muse…It is my chapter.
Annie: Yeah, yeah…But you got three bloody annoying chapters and more Yaoi scenes than anyone else so far.
Marik: Me don't care! Me wanna be main muse! -Pouts- And it's angsty! I don't get to be with anyone…;.;
Annie: I beat you're hoping for me to say that you'll end up with Jamie, right?
Marik: I will? O.o!
Annie: No, actually :3
Marik: Bitch.
Annie: --.--; If it helps, you're one of my fave characters.
Marik: I am? O.O;;
Annie: ah-huh. You're playful, free-spirited, and immature at times- but serious when needed. You're accepting, like to make people happy, but also love to be evil. You love fun, being silly, laughing and oxymoronically get into trouble. You love blood, gore, bondage, angst etc. and it's adorable because you're so sweet without even realising. You don't care about what other people think of you, you proudly and openly voice your opinions no matter how much of an arse it makes you. Funnily, you have majority of the qualities I like… :3 -Rolls up scroll-
Marik: o.O;;;…Er…Very flattering…Annie, but also very scary…
Annie: Me knows x3 T'was an accident. So we'll leave it at that…n.n;
Marik: Chyah u.u;;; And it's ok, I don't care about the main muse thing anymore. :)
Annie: Tch…Typical…u.u
Marik: :3

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