Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Night ❯ Vengeance ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Kurayami Ryuu 
Hmm... I can't seem to remember what happens in my own story... Oh! Character death! ^_^
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.13.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 563 | Status: Completed
Hmm... I can't seem to remember what happens in my own story... Oh! Character death! ^_^
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.13.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 563 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Meh. Bugger off. Oh, fine; I don’t own it. Happy now?
A/N: And the insanity continues! Is anyone actually still reading this, or did the evil edit scare everybody off? Or at least get everybody to start reading the Media Miner version? (shrug) Oh well, I'll keep posting anyway! Beware - this chapter contains character death! Though, rest assured, I don't think this character has many fans...
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Chapter Three: Vengeance
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Bakura groaned. “Is Malik ever going to get his ass over here?”
It was the next day, Monday, and they had all met up at Yami’s house again after school. They had decided that, until Bakura could get Ryou to stop following him around, they were just going to have to meet up there. The whole gang was there, now, except Malik; he hadn’t been at school either.
A little while ago, they had called his place to see if he was sick of something. They had gotten Malik’s creepy brother, Marik, who said that he was out, and he’d tell him they called when he came back. He hung up on them before they could ask where he was.
Now Yami spoke up in answer. “You know, I think Marik was lying.” Bakura raised an eyebrow. “I’m worried that something might have happened to Malik... I think we should go check on him.”
Kaiba snorted. “Oh please; don’t make me laugh. Malik is a one-man army. Do you have any idea how many knives he generally has on his person at any time? I’ve lost count. He can take care of himself.”
Mai nodded. “For once, I actually agree with Kaiba. Who knows what he might be doing?”
Bakura shook his head. “And for once, I actually agree with Yami. You two don’t know what you’re talking about. He never told you why he joined the gang in the first place, did he?” They stared blankly at him. “I didn’t think so. He’d already been here a while when you two joined.”
Yami frowned at him. “Are you sure we should really tell them this, Bakura? It is rather private.”
Bakura shuddered. “I think I’m coming down with something. I’ve agreed with you twice today.”
Jou stood up, grinning rather creepily and shaking his fist. “Who cares! I say we go check up on him, and maybe give Marik a piece of our minds! I never did like that jerk.”
Mai sweatdropped. “Yeah, because he practically made you pee your pants the first time you met him...”
While both Yuugi and Ryou were trying to hold Jou back, Kaiba shrugged. “Fine. I guess it’s three against two, so let’s get it over with.”
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Half an hour later, the group parked their bikes outside a rather shabby-looking apartment building. It had taken them that long because they had gotten lost once; the only one who actually knew where Malik lived was Yami, and he had only been there once, a long time ago.
“It’s pretty awful-looking, isn’t it?” Ryou whispered, wrapping himself around Bakura’s arm nervously.
Bakura twitched. They had convinced Yuugi to stay home, but had had no such luck with Ryou. Since the incident in the game shop bathroom yesterday, Ryou had been following Bakura around everywhere he went; he was convinced that he must have slipped and said something nice by accident.
“Stop being so girly,” he grumbled, but allowed him to keep clinging to his arm.
“I think this is the one,” Yami said a few minutes later, as the group came to a halt outside on of the apartments. He knocked, and they were greeted with a cheerful, ‘fuck off!’ He rolled his eyes; yup, that was Marik, all right. Thankfully, when he tried to door, it was unlocked.
The apartment was dim, messy, and rank. Yami wrinkled his nose as they walked in; it smelled like booze, blood, and something he couldn’t quite put a finger on... Damn it, if that was Malik’s blood, he swore he would...
Just then, Marik’s unmistakably spiky head stuck around the corner of the kitchen doorway. He raised an eyebrow, looking amused. “Oh, dear. I told you to fuck off, but perhaps that was too strong? After all, I see there are two ladies in your midst.”
Bakura snarled. No one insulted Ryou except him! But before he could speak up, Yami beat him to it.
“We’re Malik’s friends,” he said curtly. “Do you have any idea where he is?”
He tilted his head to the side, smirking. “That slut? No. He came home last night, then I went out, and when I came back, he was gone. Now shoo; you annoy me.” With that, he disappeared back into the kitchen.
Yami frowned, and went after him; the others followed. Marik was seated at the kitchen table, eating some very undercooked steak. “I think you know more than you’re letting on,” Yami declared.
Marik snorted. “What do you think I did, anyway? I wouldn’t kill him; I can’t cook. See?” He gestured at the still-bloody slab of meat. Ryou felt slightly ill.
Yami’s eyes narrowed. “Marik...”
He chuckled. “Why are you so worried about him, anyway? Surely you can find plenty of people just as psychotic for your gang. Oh, wait... Does he turn you on or something?”
Yami snapped. So fast that he didn’t have time to react, Yami grabbed Marik by the front of his shirt and slammed him onto the table. “That’s enough!”
“Hit a sore spot, did I?” he sneered.
Abruptly, Yami pulled out a knife and pressed it to the other’s throat. Ryou’s grip on Bakura’s arm had become numbingly tight, and even the others were a bit surprised. Yami was generally considered to be one of the nicer members of the group; this was a side of him they weren’t used to seeing. “Stop fucking around and tell me what you know!”
Marik eyed the knife, and chuckled. “How impatient you are. Very well, have it your way. Malik got beat up. He stopped by here briefly but I guess he couldn’t take care of his own wounds, because like I said I went out, and when I came back he was gone. You might check the nearest hospital.”
For one last tense moment, Yami just stared at him. Then, slowly, he put the knife away. Then he punched Marik hard in the cheek. “That was for being an ass,” he spat. Then he strode out the door. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
Once they were all gone, Marik rubbed his cheek and sneered. “What idiots...”
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The search didn’t take them too long. Kaiba knew his was around this part of town because it was close to where he lived, so they were able to find the nearest hospital easily.
As soon as they got there, Yami rushed over to the reception desk. “We’re looking for a Malik Ishtar; do you have any patients by that name?”
The nurse there raised an eyebrow, but pulled up a list on her computer. “Yes we do. Friends of his?” He nodded hurriedly. She gave them the room number, and they hurried off.
It didn’t look good. Malik was sleeping; his face was covered in bruises, and there were red marks around his wrists. It was the doctor taking care of him, though, that dropped the real bombshell. He told them that Malik had been raped.
In the stunned silence that followed, he continued. “He called 911 last evening; by the time we arrived at his house, he had fainted from blood loss. He’s stable now, though, and should be waking up any time.”
So they waited. They had probably been there about half an hour when he began to regain consciousness. Once his eyes were open, he just stared blankly at them all.
Yami was the first one to speak up. “Who did this to you?” he asked quietly.
Malik blinked slowly, as if it was just now coming back to him, then he looked away. “Marik.”
There was another moment of silence. Jou made a strange choking noise. “But - but he’s your brother!”
Mai groaned. “Thank you, Captain Obvious. That’s awful, Malik; we’re so sorry!” He just stared blankly at the wall.
It was just then that they noticed Yami had stood up. “You okay?” Bakura asked.
“I’ll be back,” was all he said.
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They stayed there another half an hour or so. None of them really wanted to leave, but Malik didn’t seem too interested in talking. It was Ryou who finally broke the uneasy quiet.
“Is everybody still awake?”
Mai raised an eyebrow, and pointed at Jou. He was most defiantly asleep; he was propped up against her shoulder and was drooling. Ryou sweatdropped.
Just then, the door opened. They looked up, expecting the doctor, but it was Yami. “Where’d you go?” Bakura demanded. “You could have at least told us what you were doing before you left, you know.”
He shrugged. “Sorry. I killed Marik.”
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A/N: Oh yeah! I’m getting good at these endings, huh? (sweatdrop) It was a pretty short chapter though... About half the length of the last one O.o Alas, poor Marik! ‘Artichoke head,’ to quote Jou... XD I loved that line! Y’know, Jou is really good at coming up with nicknames for people. My all-time favorite is ‘Weevil Underpants.’ ...Yeah, I’m easily amused; so what? And isn’t Yami such a sweetheart? Nothing says ‘romantic’ like a vengeful murder! Eh heh... Half a 3 Musketeers bar and a bag of peanut M&Ms will do this to me. Review onegai???
A/N: And the insanity continues! Is anyone actually still reading this, or did the evil edit scare everybody off? Or at least get everybody to start reading the Media Miner version? (shrug) Oh well, I'll keep posting anyway! Beware - this chapter contains character death! Though, rest assured, I don't think this character has many fans...
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Chapter Three: Vengeance
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Bakura groaned. “Is Malik ever going to get his ass over here?”
It was the next day, Monday, and they had all met up at Yami’s house again after school. They had decided that, until Bakura could get Ryou to stop following him around, they were just going to have to meet up there. The whole gang was there, now, except Malik; he hadn’t been at school either.
A little while ago, they had called his place to see if he was sick of something. They had gotten Malik’s creepy brother, Marik, who said that he was out, and he’d tell him they called when he came back. He hung up on them before they could ask where he was.
Now Yami spoke up in answer. “You know, I think Marik was lying.” Bakura raised an eyebrow. “I’m worried that something might have happened to Malik... I think we should go check on him.”
Kaiba snorted. “Oh please; don’t make me laugh. Malik is a one-man army. Do you have any idea how many knives he generally has on his person at any time? I’ve lost count. He can take care of himself.”
Mai nodded. “For once, I actually agree with Kaiba. Who knows what he might be doing?”
Bakura shook his head. “And for once, I actually agree with Yami. You two don’t know what you’re talking about. He never told you why he joined the gang in the first place, did he?” They stared blankly at him. “I didn’t think so. He’d already been here a while when you two joined.”
Yami frowned at him. “Are you sure we should really tell them this, Bakura? It is rather private.”
Bakura shuddered. “I think I’m coming down with something. I’ve agreed with you twice today.”
Jou stood up, grinning rather creepily and shaking his fist. “Who cares! I say we go check up on him, and maybe give Marik a piece of our minds! I never did like that jerk.”
Mai sweatdropped. “Yeah, because he practically made you pee your pants the first time you met him...”
While both Yuugi and Ryou were trying to hold Jou back, Kaiba shrugged. “Fine. I guess it’s three against two, so let’s get it over with.”
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Half an hour later, the group parked their bikes outside a rather shabby-looking apartment building. It had taken them that long because they had gotten lost once; the only one who actually knew where Malik lived was Yami, and he had only been there once, a long time ago.
“It’s pretty awful-looking, isn’t it?” Ryou whispered, wrapping himself around Bakura’s arm nervously.
Bakura twitched. They had convinced Yuugi to stay home, but had had no such luck with Ryou. Since the incident in the game shop bathroom yesterday, Ryou had been following Bakura around everywhere he went; he was convinced that he must have slipped and said something nice by accident.
“Stop being so girly,” he grumbled, but allowed him to keep clinging to his arm.
“I think this is the one,” Yami said a few minutes later, as the group came to a halt outside on of the apartments. He knocked, and they were greeted with a cheerful, ‘fuck off!’ He rolled his eyes; yup, that was Marik, all right. Thankfully, when he tried to door, it was unlocked.
The apartment was dim, messy, and rank. Yami wrinkled his nose as they walked in; it smelled like booze, blood, and something he couldn’t quite put a finger on... Damn it, if that was Malik’s blood, he swore he would...
Just then, Marik’s unmistakably spiky head stuck around the corner of the kitchen doorway. He raised an eyebrow, looking amused. “Oh, dear. I told you to fuck off, but perhaps that was too strong? After all, I see there are two ladies in your midst.”
Bakura snarled. No one insulted Ryou except him! But before he could speak up, Yami beat him to it.
“We’re Malik’s friends,” he said curtly. “Do you have any idea where he is?”
He tilted his head to the side, smirking. “That slut? No. He came home last night, then I went out, and when I came back, he was gone. Now shoo; you annoy me.” With that, he disappeared back into the kitchen.
Yami frowned, and went after him; the others followed. Marik was seated at the kitchen table, eating some very undercooked steak. “I think you know more than you’re letting on,” Yami declared.
Marik snorted. “What do you think I did, anyway? I wouldn’t kill him; I can’t cook. See?” He gestured at the still-bloody slab of meat. Ryou felt slightly ill.
Yami’s eyes narrowed. “Marik...”
He chuckled. “Why are you so worried about him, anyway? Surely you can find plenty of people just as psychotic for your gang. Oh, wait... Does he turn you on or something?”
Yami snapped. So fast that he didn’t have time to react, Yami grabbed Marik by the front of his shirt and slammed him onto the table. “That’s enough!”
“Hit a sore spot, did I?” he sneered.
Abruptly, Yami pulled out a knife and pressed it to the other’s throat. Ryou’s grip on Bakura’s arm had become numbingly tight, and even the others were a bit surprised. Yami was generally considered to be one of the nicer members of the group; this was a side of him they weren’t used to seeing. “Stop fucking around and tell me what you know!”
Marik eyed the knife, and chuckled. “How impatient you are. Very well, have it your way. Malik got beat up. He stopped by here briefly but I guess he couldn’t take care of his own wounds, because like I said I went out, and when I came back he was gone. You might check the nearest hospital.”
For one last tense moment, Yami just stared at him. Then, slowly, he put the knife away. Then he punched Marik hard in the cheek. “That was for being an ass,” he spat. Then he strode out the door. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
Once they were all gone, Marik rubbed his cheek and sneered. “What idiots...”
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The search didn’t take them too long. Kaiba knew his was around this part of town because it was close to where he lived, so they were able to find the nearest hospital easily.
As soon as they got there, Yami rushed over to the reception desk. “We’re looking for a Malik Ishtar; do you have any patients by that name?”
The nurse there raised an eyebrow, but pulled up a list on her computer. “Yes we do. Friends of his?” He nodded hurriedly. She gave them the room number, and they hurried off.
It didn’t look good. Malik was sleeping; his face was covered in bruises, and there were red marks around his wrists. It was the doctor taking care of him, though, that dropped the real bombshell. He told them that Malik had been raped.
In the stunned silence that followed, he continued. “He called 911 last evening; by the time we arrived at his house, he had fainted from blood loss. He’s stable now, though, and should be waking up any time.”
So they waited. They had probably been there about half an hour when he began to regain consciousness. Once his eyes were open, he just stared blankly at them all.
Yami was the first one to speak up. “Who did this to you?” he asked quietly.
Malik blinked slowly, as if it was just now coming back to him, then he looked away. “Marik.”
There was another moment of silence. Jou made a strange choking noise. “But - but he’s your brother!”
Mai groaned. “Thank you, Captain Obvious. That’s awful, Malik; we’re so sorry!” He just stared blankly at the wall.
It was just then that they noticed Yami had stood up. “You okay?” Bakura asked.
“I’ll be back,” was all he said.
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They stayed there another half an hour or so. None of them really wanted to leave, but Malik didn’t seem too interested in talking. It was Ryou who finally broke the uneasy quiet.
“Is everybody still awake?”
Mai raised an eyebrow, and pointed at Jou. He was most defiantly asleep; he was propped up against her shoulder and was drooling. Ryou sweatdropped.
Just then, the door opened. They looked up, expecting the doctor, but it was Yami. “Where’d you go?” Bakura demanded. “You could have at least told us what you were doing before you left, you know.”
He shrugged. “Sorry. I killed Marik.”
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A/N: Oh yeah! I’m getting good at these endings, huh? (sweatdrop) It was a pretty short chapter though... About half the length of the last one O.o Alas, poor Marik! ‘Artichoke head,’ to quote Jou... XD I loved that line! Y’know, Jou is really good at coming up with nicknames for people. My all-time favorite is ‘Weevil Underpants.’ ...Yeah, I’m easily amused; so what? And isn’t Yami such a sweetheart? Nothing says ‘romantic’ like a vengeful murder! Eh heh... Half a 3 Musketeers bar and a bag of peanut M&Ms will do this to me. Review onegai???