Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Arranged Catastrophe ❯ Moving In or All Out Brawl ( Chapter 1 )

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Moving In or All Out Brawl

Bam!

The room door slammed open.

In a second Ryou had detached his lips from Marik's. Throwing a glance over his shoulders he was met with a sight he'd hoped to never see again.

Bakura.

He stood in the doorway, his wild silver hair tousled, his black muscle shirt clinging tightly to his body, and black baggy pants hanging loosely from his hips. His red eyes glinted menacingly in the little light the room received.

He groaned.

“Bakura, can you please knock before entering my room?”

“I already told you this is my room.”

“And I already told you, that I moved into this room.”

“Well, move back out, shithead.”

Ryou took a deep breath; there was no point in sinking to Bakura's level. Glancing over at Marik, he had to admit that he was rather proud that he could stay quiet for so long. He grabbed a nearby, that Marik had pushed aside, and whipped it at Bakura. “Get out of my room!”

Bakura snarled as he knocked the pillow aside, he had launched himself at the couple before the pillow had hit the ground. Marik, having anticipated Bakura's next move, had shoved Ryou off of him and caught Bakura by the neck, effectively ending his momentum.

He tossed Bakura to the ground easily as he rose from his position on the bed. Crouching down, he grabbed Bakura by the hair, and pulled him to eye level. Bakura growled at him, and so he slammed his fist into Bakura's face, before tossing him into the wall, and slowly advancing on him.

Ryou carefully read Marik's body language, noticing that in the past minute and a half, he had become very angry. At this observation, he leapt to his feet, and intercepted Marik with a kiss, wrapping both of his arms around Marik's neck. “It's okay, Marik, you don't have to keep going.”

Marik growled, slapping Ryou hard on the ass, he grabbed Ryou's arms from around his neck, and pinned both arms firmly behind his back. After checking that both of Ryou's arms were slightly bent at an angle they shouldn't be, he transferred both wrists to one hand, and let the other one wander the body in front of him. He made sure Ryou knew his place and who he belonged to by marking his neck, roughly leaving painful bite marks all over the pale skin.

Ryou groaned at the sensation of Marik's rough treatment on his body, he wasn't surprised when Marik tossed on the bed, or when he grabbed a belt that was lying across the dresser.

“What have I told you about interrupting me?”

“Not to.”

“Precisely.”

The belt whipped down to the ground, and Ryou braced himself for the sting of the first blow.

Raising the belt again, Marik prepared to snap it back down onto Ryou's bare back; however a grip to his wrist prevented that. Marik turned to ask the final request of the person who had stopped him from hearing Ryou's cries.

“As much as I hate that little shit, I can't sit by and watch you beat him.” Bakura snarled, his cheek had already begun to bruise from the blow he had received earlier.

Had it been anyone else, Ryou would have been touched by the notion. Since it was Bakura he felt like throwing up, if Bakura thought that by “saving” him from his “abusive” lover would win him any points, then he was more… uneducated than he had originally thought. After all, when Ryou had needed his help, he'd been a complete and utter jerk, and there would never be a pardon for his past actions. Ever.

Marik glared at him, before slamming his fist into Bakura's stomache. Doubling over, while gasping for breath, Bakura tried to calculate his next move. The elbow his back received limited his options, as he dropped straight to the ground.

Ryou carefully analyzed Marik's body posture again, and after a moment or two he realized that he needed to distract him again, otherwise he'd be hiding a dead body. His father definitely wouldn't like that, despite the number of problems that would solve. And that was the only reason he was doing it, well, there was the dead body and the fact that once Marik went berserk it would be hard to calm him again.

Hopping up once again, Ryou ran over to Marik, clutched tightly to his shirt and rubbed himself firmly against him. His hands eventually began to wander Marik's body, and Marik returned the favor by roughly groping him. When Marik began to bite his neck again, he knew that Bakura was off the hook, and so he slowly began to spin around. Marik realizing what Ryou wanted, picked him up, spun on his heel and dumped Ryou on the bed.

Bakura began to slowly rise from his position on the ground, and he glared at Marik who had turned his back on him. He was about to grab Marik and kick his ass when Ryou looked him in the eyes and gave him a look that clearly said “stay down”. Snarling to himself his hands clenched at his sides as he glared at Ryou. He grew angry as he realized that the prissy little brat had given him an order and he had unintentionally started to follow it.

He grabbed Marik by the shoulder, and forcefully turned him around. “Get out of my room.” He kept his voice, calm and even.

Marik glared at him coldly; and Ryou twitched, Bakura was such an idiot.

As Bakura prepared to take down Marik, a voice distracted them.

“Bakura! You could have helped me bring the stuff to our room! It's not all mine you know!”

Marik and Ryou turned to regard Malik.

“Hello, Malik,” Ryou began, “it's nice to… I mean it's a pleasure to… err, pleased to make… umm… I'm Ryou.” he finished lamely.

There was no point in lying. He didn't like Malik; he'd briefly spoken to him on the phone a few times. Needless to say, he'd proven to be a rude brat, and he'd been even worse during the Skype disaster.

“It's nice to know that you haven't changed since we last met. You still don't have a brain.” Malik sneered in response.

It was safe to say the feelings between the two were mutual.

Taking a deep breath, Ryou managed to ignore Malik's reply. He instead focused on Marik's reaction to the new tenant. He didn't know much about the situation, all he knew was that Malik and Marik hated each other with a passion. He had a feeling that the reason Marik was constantly angry and hateful was somehow Malik's fault.

It had to be, it wasn't normal the amount of hatred the two shared. It wasn't like his relationship with Bakura either. As much as he wanted to deny it, he knew deep don in a life or death situation, he'd help Bakura out, and Bakura would do the same. Their relationship with one another may not be completely healthy, but it wasn't violent… most of the time. But with Malik and Marik, it was likely that if one of them was in danger, it was because of the other.

In other words, if he or Bakura were about to be hit by a car, they would try to save each other, despite their feelings for the other. If Malik or Marik were about to be hit by a car it was likely because one of them had pushed the other into the road. But then again, maybe he wasn't giving their hatred enough credit. He wouldn't be surprised if they did save the other, but only so they could be the one to end the other's life.

Malik strode over to Marik, hand raised to deliver a devastating slap; however, Marik easily caught Malik's wrist, and he began to twist it.

Malik winced at the pain, and attempted to free his arm. “Let me go, jackass!”

Marik smirked coldly, as he ruthlessly twisted the wrist further. He had every intention of snapping it. Malik whimpered, and Ryou sighed.

As much as he disliked Malik, he probably shouldn't sit and watch Marik break his wrist. Sometimes he hated his conscience.

He stood preparing to stop Marik, when Bakura beat him to it.

Slamming his fist into Marik's face, Bakura relished the look of shock he received, before grasping Marik's wrist and digging his thumb into the pressure point located there. Surprised by the pain Bakura's thumb caused, Marik released Malik who quickly backed away, and scuttled over to Ryou who stood still in shock.

“I'll only say this one more time, get out of my room.” Bakura growled.

Marik sneered at him, and the two began to beat the living shit out of each other.

Groaning, Ryou turned to Malik. “We have to stop them.”

“Why?”

“Because Marik will kill Bakura.”

Ryou sometimes wondered how dense a Malik could possibly be. Their lovers were beating fighting in front of them, and the larger one was clearly going to kill the smaller, and all he could say is “Why?”.

“Are you stupid?”

“Are you?” Ryou shot back.

“Obviously, Bakura is going to teach Marik a lesson.”

“What are you on?”

Not even he could be polite to someone who was so… stupid.

“Marik is low-class, no good trash.”

Ryou saw red.

“He's absolutely useless. I don't know what you see in him, but then again maybe it's because you too ugly to find someone else.”

“Why you no good tramp!”

He lunged at Malik, sending them both spiraling to the ground. Sitting on Malik's stomache, he grabbed his hair, and began slamming his head into the floor, screaming out words he rarely used.

Marik and Bakura split apart at the sound of Ryou's cries. Marik began laughing hysterically at the sight of an angry Ryou slamming Malik's head into the floor. Bakura yelped and sprung to his feet to separate them, only to fall down face first, as Marik grabbed his legs.

Malik shoved Ryou off of him, and pinned the smaller boy underneath him. He smirked as he straddled Ryou's waist and slammed his fist into the pale boy's face.

“I'm sorry, did something I say upset you?” he sneered down at Ryou.

Ryou glared at him, “No, but I was wondering, what's it like to be a lowly whore? Do you get a lot of money, dropping to your knees for random men?” Malik hit him again. “How's Pegasus? Does he miss you?” Malik screeched in rage and began hitting Ryou without pause.

And this, Ryou realized, is where the gloves come off, and the heavy ammunition came into play. He wouldn't let Malik talk shit, and Malik wouldn't let him either. Besides, did it really matter if everything he said was 100% truthful, or as long as there was a bit of truth, and he let everyone else draw their own conclusions. As long as no one outright lied, then you could say pretty much anything in this battle of wits.

Ryou growled, and despite the pain, forced his body up, and managed to deliver a solid head butt to Malik's chin. Malik released Ryou, and his hand flew to his chin, while Ryou flipped their position. As he was preparing to once again beat the shit out of Malik a voice stopped him.

“Ryou, what the hell is going on here? !”

Ryou's eyes whipped to the door, his father stood there, looking anything except impressed.

“Hey, dad! We're just figuring out who gets this room. The two people who win their wrestling matches get it.”

“Couldn't you have done something more… civilized? What's wrong with flipping coins?”

“Dad! That's way too easy! This is a lot more fun.”

Grumbling lightly to themselves, Bakura and Malik had to admit it, Ryou was quick on his feet and a decent liar.

“As you can see, I've won over here, and Marik's won against Bakura, so the room is ours.” He climbed off of Malik, and Marik calmly released Bakura from the chokehold he'd been keeping him in.

“As… entertaining as that… tactic was, Kaita and I have decided that Bakura and you will share this room.”

“What?!” They both called.

“Marik and Malik can share the other.”

“WHAT?!” Malik yelled, and Marik glared coldly at Aka Yaten.

“Dad, you can't make decisions like that, without our approval.”

Malik looked shocked and crawled over to settle down beside Bakura.

“Why is that?”

“Not only have we already decided a full proof method to deciding who gets what room already, don't you think it's a little sudden to make me share a room with Bakura?”

“Ryou you're going to marry him, why does it matter?”

“I'm not used to him, yet. I'd rather share a room with Marik, even Malik would be better than Bakura.”

“The more time you spend with him, the more comfortable you'll be with him.”

“Dad, this is kind of like taking a new medication. You don't just start taking large doses of it, you take a little bit at a time, and slowly introduce it to your body.”

“As `true' as that may be, this is not up for discussion. You two are sharing this room, and that's final.”

“Fine, but dad, we have four bedrooms in this place. Why are Malik and Marik sharing a room?”

“A home is not complete without a place for the guests to sleep.”

“That only requires one bedroom. There's still one room unaccounted for.”

“No, either Kaita or I will use that room when we come to check up on you kids.”

He groaned silently to himself there was no getting out of this.

“Now that we've cleared this up, I'll be leaving.”

Unless…

“I'll see you two for breakfast tomorrow.”

“No, Kaita and I have work; we won't be able to come over.”

Bingo.

Yaten quickly left the apartment.

“So how are we going to do this? Personally, I think Marik and I won this bedroom, fair and square.”

“Are you stupid, what if they check up on us and realize that we aren't where we should be?” Bakura shot at him.

“Are you stupid? Did you not just hear that no one will be checking on us tomorrow?” Marik asked.

“Are you stupid? Have you never heard of the concept commonly known as lying?” Malik asked.

“Moving on with this lovely repetition of the same question, no one is checking on us, therefore we do not need to abide by any rules.”

“Fine, Malik and I get this room.” Bakura said.

“For tonight and we can trade back tomorrow.” Ryou said. Marik looked at Ryou, wondering why he was agreeing.

Bakura opened his mouth to argue, but Malik beat him to it. “Agreed, we'll trade every other night.”

Walking over to the drawers, Ryou began emptying it of half its contents, Marik catching his hint walked over to the closet and began emptying it.

“What are you doing?” Bakura asked.

Ryou had missed his chance earlier so, “Are you stupid? We have to make it seem like we're following the rules, so Marik shouldn't have clothes in here.” They left with a pile of items.

Bakura growled lightly to himself. He pulled his stuff out and Malik helped him pack his belongings into the room left from Marik's recently moved stuff. They could unpack Malik's stuff later.

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“Why?”

Ryou giggled mischievously.

“We've already fucked in that room. This way, we'll be the first in both rooms.” Marik smirked at Ryou and tossed his stuff on the desk. Ryou understood what he wanted and crawled onto the bed, while Marik shifted through everything he had dropped. Pulling out a thick belt he smirked at Ryou.

“You still need to be punished for earlier.”

Ryou moaned lightly at the thought of what was to come.

TBC

Wow, two updates in two days. Hmmm, I guess it's because that I had most of this chapter written out. J bear, this was for you.