Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Half Full or Half Empty? ❯ Counting Your Sins ( Chapter 26 )

JG: Okay sorry for the delay, but if it hadn't been due to one of my friend's help for ideas for this chapter, then I wouldn't be writing this introduction! XD okay that didn't make sense but anyhoo, I've got Scarlet Fever, I'm delirious… leave me alone!

Warning: Language and fluffy shounen-ai-ness between Bakura and Marik ^_^ yay!

Counting Your Sins
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Shika's POV…

1 month later…

"Are you sure you want to go alone?" Bakura asked me before I headed out the door.

I grabbed my scarf from the coat stand at the front door and wrapped it around my neck. "Bakura, I have to go alone. Only one visitor at a time is permitted at the prison." I replied.

"Alright…if you're sure." Bakura replied.

I nodded. "Go and see Marik or something. I won't be long anyway - look at the weather." I said, gesturing to the howling wind and sleet that began to flutter down from the icy black clouds.

"Okay. Take care of yourself." Bakura replied before giving me a quick kiss on my cheek. Ryou was upstairs asleep at the moment; he had come down with scarlet fever about three days ago. Paul had seen to him already, though.

I walked out the door and onto the street. I had to do this. I had to front up to my father and get the answers I was searching for. It wasn't long until he got his punishment anyhow, so I had to see him some time.

Before long, I was standing outside the gates of the prison. It was daunting to look at; almost as tedious as a hospital. Electric barbed-wire fences lined the entire premises, and the building itself was a dreary creamy-grey colour, made out of concrete blocks. I put my gloved hands in my coat pockets and proceeded onto the prison grounds.

Inside, it was still cold, with a queer murky feeling to it; one unlike I had ever felt before. I stated who I was here to see at the reception and they let me through. A security officer took me through to Sevilin's cell and pulled up a chair for me.

"Take a seat, miss." He said. "Haadimaal! You have a visitor."

My father emerged from the dark, shadowy depths of his cell and clasped the cold iron bars in his hands. I stared at him, wondering how to go about the matter. "Sevilin."

"Shika…" He whispered.

I swallowed. "Your thugs kidnapped my boyfriend." I mumbled.

"You gotta believe me Shika… I had nothing to do with what happened that day, I swear." He replied.

I snarled at him. "You swore on the Bible that what you did to deserve this wasn't true! What makes you think I should believe you now?"

My father stood in silence for a minute. "I know what I did was wrong, Shika."

"You lied to the court. You killed one of my friends. You kidnapped my lover. You smuggled drugs into the country. You beat my mother." I hissed, counting each one of his sins on my fingers. "Haven't you learnt?"

Silence.

"You know I wonder how I could be made into what I am today from such scum as yourself."

"You are my flesh and blood Shika!" Sevilin growled.

"Unfortunately!" I roared back at him. "I would rather have anyone as a father than you! ANYONE!" I shrieked, and rose up off of the chair I was sitting in. "Fuck you to all eternity, you bastard."

At Malik's House…

"Do you remember the first time we ever kissed, Bakura?" Marik asked as they sat up in Marik's (separate from Malik's) bedroom.

Bakura crossed his legs and pulled a pillow behind his back and leant against the wall. "How could I forget?"

"It was the best night of my life… besides the night you took me under your wing, Bakura."

*:*:*:*:*:*…flashback…*:*:*:*:*:*

"I haven't had a meal this decent since I was a boy." Marik said as he feasted upon a leg of chicken and a goblet of red wine.

"You are a boy." Bakura snickered. "But at least you've beefed up a fraction since you came to live with me."

Bakura and Marik were currently sitting upon the roof of their occupied home, feasting on a stolen dinner and wine under the sky filled with billions of stars. After a successful night's thieving and full bellies, the two Egyptian teens stretched out on a blanket upon the roof of "their" abandoned building. Marik put his hands behind his head and Bakura lay on his side with one knee propped up, supporting himself on his elbow.

"Bakura, can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Why aren't you married? I mean… I think I know the answer but, I'm a little afraid to ask." Marik replied.

"Tell me what you think the answer is then." Bakura said, smirking devilishly at the blonde-haired Egyptian.

With nowhere to run or hide, Marik was forced to answer. "Well, I- don't be offended! But, are you gay?"

Bakura grinned. "You are a clever boy."

Marik blushed a little. "Th-thanks."

"But I bend both ways." Bakura added. "Speaking of which, I haven't had a piece of ass for quite a while. I might have to go hunt some down." He rubbed his chin in thought.

"I don't think there is any need for that." Marik said quietly.

"Meaning?" Bakura asked, playing dumb. He knew quite well what Marik was trying to say, however.

"Meaning that your prey is sitting right next to you… that's if you want it, of course."

"Hmm, I was wondering when you'd get the courage to speak up." Bakura teased.

"You've been watching me, haven't you?" Marik asked.

"Possibly."

"Bastard."

Bakura chuckled and pounced on the tanned, amethyst-eyed boy lying on his back, surprising him a little. Marik propped himself up on his elbows and looked up into the crimson orbs that faced him. He pushed aside a lock of silvery-white hair that sat between the thief's eyes. Bakura settled between Marik's legs and stroked his forehead.

"You really are beautiful, Marik Ishtar."

Marik smiled and looked up into the scarlet, lust-filled pools that were staring down into him. Seeing Bakura close his eyes and lean down a little, Marik closed his own eyes and waited for the sultry taste of the thief king's lips to touch upon his. Gliding over one another's flesh, the boys moaned into each other and deepened the contact, brushing their tongues against the other. The feeling became more desperate as the kiss became more vigorous, and began to lead onto other things. Bakura yanked at the hem of Marik's shirt and slid his hand up over the flushed torso beneath him, causing Marik to let out a small cry of pleasure.

"You like that huh?" Bakura asked as he pulled away, the need for air desperate.

Marik threw his head back as Bakura fumbled with his hardened nipple between his fingers. "Uh… yes…" He gasped.

"Then perhaps we should continue this inside… it's getting a little, chilly…" Bakura whispered into the aroused teen's ear. Marik involuntarily shuddered with pleasure at the sound of the husky voice in his ear.

Bakura pulled one dazed Marik to his feet and together they jumped down from the roof and went into their home, a long hot, sweaty and passion-filled night awaiting them…

*:*:*:*:*:*…end flashback… *:*:*:*:*:*

"I would die a thousand deaths to relive that moment." Bakura mumbled.

"I'm here, Bakura." Marik whispered.

"I know," the pale yami answered. "But I am already committed into a relationship, Marik."

"I thought you spoke to them about us?" Marik asked.

"I did." Bakura replied.

"So what's stopping us? You don't know how badly I want you, need you, Bakura."

"I just…I don't know. Things are different now, Marik."

Marik frowned at his former lover. "What's wrong with you, Bakura? Usually we'd be pounding each other's brains out by now, screaming every god's name that ever existed!"

"I know…" Bakura sighed. "But it's just awkward to be seeing three people at once, you know, Marik. I can't seem to find the balls to do it to Shika or my hikari."

Marik snorted. "I thought you wanted me."

"I do!" Bakura blurted out. "Believe me, I do… Ra, do I what."

"Then take me! I'm here! I'm yours, Bakura!" Marik shrieked, now getting frustrated.

"I can't Marik! I just can't! Not now… at least." Bakura spat back, getting to his feet.

"Why do you give a shit now, Bakura? You never would have cared back in our day!" Marik asked, trying to stay calm. "You've changed."

"So what if I have?" Bakura asked, walking to the bedroom door.

"I want the old Bakura back. He was more worthy than the man you are today."

Bakura tensed and flew around to face his offending former lover. "You take that back!" He hissed, pointing a finger in Marik's direction.

"No! It's the truth! Now get out!" Marik roared.

"Fine!" Bakura muttered, and slammed the bedroom door closed, making his way down the stairs and out the front door. His hair was really big and spiky, and he had an immense urge to kick something or do something destructive to let out his anger. He had to do something about it before he got home, that was for sure. Marik on the other hand, had already punched three holes in his bedroom wall with his fist. Eventually he calmed down and lay down on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

Malik peeped his eye through the crack in the door. "Yami…? Are you okay?"

"Leave me alone!" Marik snapped.

"Fuck, sorry!"

"Hmph."

"…Can I come in?"

"I said piss off!" Marik roared.

"Fine, just wanted to help." Malik left quietly downstairs. He decided on going for a ride on his motorbike. He hated being around Marik when he was angry… he hadn't been this angry for a while.

9:30PM…

"I'm getting worried about Bakura, Ryou." Shika said later on as her and Ryou were cuddled up on the couch in his room, having a friendly game of duel monsters.

"Do you want me to see where he is?" Ryou replied.

"Yeah, and I play Giant Trunade, by the way."

Ryou pouted and took his two trap cards back to his hand. "I'll see where Bakura is."

/Yami? Where are you?/

//…//

/Bakura? Speak to me…/

//I don't want to come home just yet, hikari.//

/Why not? What's going on, yami?/

//Just… don't worry about me Ryou. I'll be home soon.//

/Soon as in when?/

//I don't know… an hour or so.//

/Okay… Where are you?/

Just then Bakura closed off their link, and as hard as Ryou tried, he couldn't reopen it. He sighed and looked at the violet-haired girl sitting opposite him. He smiled briefly and put down his Change of Heart card.

"Well?" Shika demanded.

"Well what?"

"Where is Bakura?"

Ryou shrugged. "He didn't say… he kind of sounded a bit blue. He said he would be home soon though."

Shika nodded. "I hope nothing bad happened to him."

"He'll be fine, love. Remember who you're talking about here." Ryou said with a little laugh.

"Yeah, you're right. He'll be fine."

Fortunately, Bakura was fine. But he didn't feel fine. Heaven only knows what time he would be stumbling through the door that night, or morning, rather. Whatever happened, he wouldn't be very popular with any of his three lovers, if he could call Marik one of his lovers after what happened earlier that day. He sighed and downed another shot of whiskey. It burnt his throat, but for all the mess he was in at the moment, he felt he deserved every inch of it. It was going to be a long… long night.

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Next chapter: Marik and Bakura work out their relationship and Sevilin gets the death penalty. I WILL GRANT ANY REQUESTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Updates: Probably not for a wee while.