Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Blind Silence ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Characters are horribly out of character, but its allowed since this is an AU. And I know it's not realistic to have a three way relationship…usually, but a lot of things are realistic in here.

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Chapter One

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Dark lavender eyes scanned the area around him as he hid himself within the bushes. He could sense his victim close by, could smell them, could taste them; he could practically hear their heartbeat. Suddenly there was a flash of silver and a smirk spread across his face, revealing sharp fangs.

With a sudden war cry, Marik Ishtar launched himself out of the house planters, and he quickly snatched up the squealing child in front of him. He tossed the small body onto the couch and mercilessly began to tickle the squirming form as it giggled and squealed loudly, alerting everyone in the house that it'd been caught.

After a moment Marik stopped his torture and he grinned at the child trying to calm down. Bright brown eyes stared up at him. "Ready for your bath now?" Marik wondered as he signed to the child. The boy pouted and shook his head, giving Marik the `puppy eyes'. It didn't help with the shaggy white bangs hanging in the child's face, adding to that `innocent' appeal.

"Oh no you don't!" Marik wagged a finger at the boy and then began to sign, "Bakura may fall for that, but I don't! Now, let's get you clean." He said and picked the child up before placing the small boy on his shoulders. As he was carrying his cargo to the bathroom another man walked out of a room.

Yami Motou-just barely at twenty-two, smirked and crimson eyes were filled with humour. "I see you finally caught Ryou again." He replied, "Planters or closet this time?" He wondered, smiling up at the small child, who grinned back.

"Planters." Marik replied moving his shoulders so he moved the child. Ryou let out a fit of giggles before he calmed down again. "Yugi ready for his bath?" The blonde Egyptian replied.

"Sure is!" Another voice said and the two looked over. A man-twenty-one years old and currently going on thirteen walked behind a small boy with black, red and blonde hair. Bakura Aikanaro grinned at the two as he stopped in front of them.

"Ah!" Ryou cried out, reaching toward the man. Bakura chuckled lightly and gently lifted the five-year old off of Marik's shoulders. It was amazing how similar the two were and yet they were not related. Both had shocking white hair, though while Bakura kept his short, Ryou had his longer. Bakura was tanned, not quite as dark as Marik was, but darker than Yami and Ryou was as pasty white as they came.

Yugi and Yami were a lot alike as well. They both had black and blonde hair, but the red in Yami's hair was darker and he had a bit more blonde.

And Marik loved them all. It had been love at first sight for all three men when they'd stumbled upon an orphanage last year before Christmas while they'd spent their holiday in the United States. They'd met a small boy who was very polite, though quiet as a mouse. One of the staff members had explained to them that the boy - Yugi - hadn't spoken a word since his arrival at the orphanage. Yugi was a wonderful child and Marik couldn't see why nobody had adopted him to begin with. When it had been explained to them, that because Yugi wouldn't talk, a lot of couples hadn't wanted him and had opted for easier children instead.

Marik, who had a deaf sister who he was very close to and therefore knew what it was like growing up being different, had been appalled. And he hadn't been the only one. Yami and Bakura - both having always loved children - had quickly voiced their disgust for humanity. After coming to a decision, the three men adopted Yugi after getting to know the boy more. Just because Yugi wouldn't or couldn't talk, didn't mean the boy was dumb. He was far, far from being dumb. Yugi had taught himself a little sign language and had taught a few of the staff members as well, so he didn't always have to write things down.

The six-year-old had been shy at first, but it hadn't taken long for him to adjust. Now at seven, Yugi was a happy child who loved being an older brother to someone. He was very protective of Ryou and had been since they'd brought the younger boy home about three months ago. Of course Yugi had had his fears, apparently his parents had abandoned him because they had had too many children. And because he'd been the youngest, he'd been the one abandoned. He'd been a little fearful for the first few days, at least until Yami promised him that neither he nor Ryou would be given away.

The small silver-haired boy had been born deaf. He'd been born into a very loving family apparently. The only child of a loving mother and proud father, Ryou had been a miracle, for the two had been trying to have a baby, but could not. There had been a lot of complications, prier to and after his birth. Ryou had been born early and he'd been under developed, even at five he was frighteningly small and one of the complications had lead to him being born deaf.

His parents hadn't been disheartened; they were just ecstatic to have the little boy in their lives. Ryou's mother, the source of his silver hair and pale skin, had enrolled herself and Ryou in classes that taught kids and parents sign language and how to communicate when other children were learning to speak. By that time, Ryou had been strong enough to just be a normal kid and except for his size, none of the other complications showed.

A little after Ryou's fourth birthday, his mother had been tragically ripped from his life after a drunk driver had struck her car, pinning her within the wreck. Because of internal bleeding, she'd died only hours after the accident. The lose for Ryou hadn't stopped there. His father, who had loved his wife very much - maybe a little too much - had soon followed her after drinking himself to death.

Ryou had been placed within child services immediately. A problem quickly grew when everyone realized that nobody could understand him, and there seemed to be no professional translator available. There was no local orphanage and it had been a busy time for everyone at the office and nobody knew what to do with the boy who nobody could understand. They seemed to forget that he couldn't understand them.

Ryou had kept signing something to anyone who'd `listen' to him, and it wasn't until Isis Ishtar, Marik's older sister, had been called in the middle of the night to come translate did Ryou ever calm down. Isis, who could read lips and speak, had later told Marik that Ryou had been signing `Where's my daddy?'

One look at the small boy and Isis, who worked at the children's centre part time, had recalled her brother-in-law - or so to speak - Bakura and she'd called Marik up right away. From there, Ryou was legally adopted into the family.

Something wet suddenly hit Marik in the face and he woke from his daydreams to mockingly glare at the two small boys sitting in the bathtub. Ryou giggled lightly as Yugi faked his `I'm so innocent' look. Bakura, who was sitting beside the bathtub, his arms half in the water, trying to help Ryou wash his hair, was trying not to laugh as well.

"So." Marik crossed his arms, "You three think it's funny, don't you?" He asked, then automatically signed for Ryou. Together the three looked at each other then looked at Marik and nodded again. "That's it! I'll teach you all a lesson!" And with that the blonde twenty-two year old raced into the bathroom.

Downstairs in the kitchen Yami heard the giant `squawk' sound as Marik was obviously pulled into the bathtub again. He sighed and shook his head at the thought of having to clean up all that water, but nobody could miss the smile, which adorned his face.