Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Happy Hallow's Eve ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

JoeysGal: Alrighty… I don't know where this idea came from, but it popped into my head and wouldn't go away. I'm doing it on behalf of two of my friends Lori and Lauren, who gave me some great ideas to give this fic a plot, and a reason to post it ^_^ Anyway, enough of my rambling. Here's chapter one!

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! And probably anything else you read about in this fic.

 

Warnings: This fic contains the following: hentai, shounen-ai, yaoi, yuri, blood, gore, violence, freaky shit and killing. That's why I chose the rating. Please don't flame be because you can't read ^_^

 

Pairings: You'll soon find out.

 

“Happy Hallow's Eve”

Written and edited by: JoeysGal

Rating: NC17

Genre: Horror/Hentai/Drama

Type: Continuation

Credits to: Black-Butterfly and F_D_C2003 (both members of mediaminer.org)

 

Chapter One

 

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“Man, I hate winter!” Marik groaned, lying lazily sprawled out on the couch.

 

“It's not winter yet, yami.” Malik replied quietly from being squashed up at the other end of the couch, flicking through a motorbike magazine. “It's autumn.”

 

“Well, all I know is that it's getting cold, and that's never good. Why can't it be summer all year around?”

 

Malik looked up and deadpanned. “Because, Marik, this is the weather we get in Japan. Now stop your bitching and go… make dinner, or something useful.”

 

Marik frowned at his lighter half. “Are you saying I'm not useful?”

 

“Not right now you aren't, no!” Malik said, becoming irritated. “You get like this every year when winter comes around. We're not in Egypt anymore, Einstein, so build a bridge and get the hell over it!”

 

Marik blinked in amazement. “What just jumped in your ass and died?”

 

Malik sighed and closed his eyes. “I'm sorry… I just…” He made a sound that wasn't quite a word, but Marik depicted how he was feeling. “I miss them. When are they going to be back?”

 

“I know you miss them,” Marik said, walking over and ruffling Malik's feathery platinum hair. “I do too. It must only be a few weeks before they're back now, though. Just be patient.”

 

“But they've been away for bloody months now!” Malik whined. “You would think they might have at least called…”

 

“You know what Bakura's like,” Marik said. “He doesn't give a flying fuck about anyone but Ryou - just like I don't give a fuck about anyone but you.”

 

Malik smiled and looked up into the dark amethyst eyes of his darkness. “Do you mean that?”

 

“Of course,” Marik said, rolling his eyes. “I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it. Now what do you want for dinner?”

 

**~***~**

 

The Ishtar family sat up at the dining table later that evening, eating their meals quietly. Isis and Rishid had come home from work a few hours earlier. Marik wasn't really too bad in the kitchen, now that Isis and Malik had educated him with some cooking lessons on not only how to cook, but how to work basic household appliances without resulting in any pops, bangs, explosions or power cuts of sorts.

 

He even knew how to work the telephone properly now, much to Isis' relief. The phone wasn't the only thing he found annoying though; they had gone through that many alarm clocks that the salesperson at the electronic appliances shop even greeted them with “the usual?” each time they entered the shop.

 

“Have you decided what to do for Halloween this year, Malik?” Isis questioned, trying to strike up a conversation with her rather depressed younger brother.

 

The younger Ishtar shrugged. “Nothing, I guess. Stupid holiday anyway.”

 

“You could dress up as vampires,” Rishid suggested. “That's what you wanted to do last year, anyway.”

 

Marik nudged his hikari in the ribs softly. “What do you say, then? It could be fun!”

 

Malik leaned on his elbow. “There's not really any point-”

 

He was shortly cut off by a knock at the door. Who on Earth would come over at dinnertime uninvited? Isis snorted in disapproval and got up to answer the door. This had better be important, or she would be mad. Nobody interrupted her dinnertime conversations! She opened the door. Initially she frowned - out of forced habit - at the two familiar faces that greeted her at the door, but her expression soon faded to relief.

 

“Finally!” She griped. “Come on in,”

 

Malik looked up at the two intruders, and nearly tripped up on himself from running so fast across to them, before pouncing on them, sending all three to the floor. “Ryou! Bakura! You bastards! Finally, you're home! Why didn't you call me?” He shrieked as he smothered himself all over them.

 

Marik giggled and got up to join the scene. “About time your ugly mug showed up here again, thief.”

 

Bakura managed to squeeze out of Malik's assault and grimaced at the taller, spikier-haired yami. “It wasn't my fault we were away for so long,” he muttered.

 

“Then whose fault was it?” Isis asked curiously from the dinner table.

 

Bakura smirked. “If you think I'm psychotic, you should meet Ryou's Dad! Sheesh, now I know where he gets his temper from… Isn't that right, Ryou?”

 

“Huh?” Ryou asked, his head popping up from underneath Malik's mauling. “What, yami?”

 

“We were just talking about your Dad,” Bakura said. “He's a freak!”

 

Ryou scowled at him and got to his feet with Malik still clinging to him. “So he didn't know we were seeing each other. Big deal! We're home now, so let's forget it!”

 

“I'm assuming your holiday didn't go so well, Ryou?” Marik asked in a sort of mocking way.

 

“Ryou's Dad is a homophobic ass. End of story.” Bakura said, lighting up a cigarette. “And I never want to see the bastard again.”

 

“Bakura, no smoking in the house. You know that!” Isis said sharply. “Out. Now.”

 

Rolling his brown eyes, the ex-king-of-thieves went out to the back yard. “Fine.” Marik followed him out almost automatically.

 

Ryou sweat dropped and went and took a seat up at the table. “The trip was fine… My father was just a bit iffy about Bakura and I getting along a little too well now, since the last time he saw us we were at each other's throats.” He ended that statement with a nervous giggle.

 

“I can relate,” Rishid said, giving a defined look to Malik who had once been in the same situation with Marik. “How did Bakura like England?”

 

“He liked it, but didn't like the cold too much.” Ryou said, suppressing a yawn during his sentence.

 

Isis smiled. “You seem tired, Ryou. Go on to bed. I'll unpack your bags and do your washing, if you want.” Isis had always liked Ryou, and Malik hated it.

 

“Oh no, it's alright, I can do it, Isis. Don't trouble yourself. I might, however, take you up on that offer of going to sleep. Goodnight everyone!”

 

“Can I come up?” Malik asked bluntly.

 

Ryou picked up his bags. “Sure, come on.”

 

**~***~**

 

“I wasn't really sure whether to take him to see the Crown Jewels or not,” Ryou blabbered. “Since he used to be the king of thieves and all, I would have been sentenced for life if anything had happened! But I took him to see them anyway… and the British Museum too, he liked that…”

 

Malik was lying next to Ryou on his bed in the attic - which had been transformed into his and Bakura's makeshift living space. It had developed over the months that they had been living with the Ishtars, and now looked more like a bedroom/living space more than a garret. Ryou and Bakura had been living with Malik since the whole duel monsters hype had ended and life had become relatively back to normal. The two white-haired boys had been away on a trip to Ryou's home country since the middle of August, and it was nearly the end of October. Malik had missed them like crazy.

 

“I'm so glad you're home, Ryou.” Malik said, gingerly fiddling with the hem of Ryou's t-shirt.

 

Ryou sighed sleepily. “Me too… I don't think I could ever go and live back in England now. Too busy… too cold… too weird. I had to educate myself back into speaking English while I was there.” He chuckled.

 

Malik nudged further into the hollow of Ryou's shoulder. “I don't ever want you to leave me for that long ever again! Got it?” He suddenly blurted.

 

“I won't, Malik. I won't go away for that long ever again, okay?” Ryou reassured the flustered Egyptian boy.

 

Malik looked at him with watering eyes. “Do you promise?”

 

“I promise.”

 

**~***~**

 

Sitting on one of the garden benches outside, Bakura took one last drag from his cigarette and flicked the butt over the fence. “England is a hole. I can't believe Ryou used to live in such a rut.”

 

Marik snickered. “Did you bring back presents?”

 

Bakura gave him a sarcastic look. “Nope, not a bean.”

 

“You sad fuck!” Marik cried, appalled. “I would have brought things back for you.”

 

Bakura let out a semi-psychotic laugh. “Of course I did. Do you really think I'm that much of a heartless cock not to bring back any gifts for my favourite people?”

 

“Could have fooled me,” Marik snapped.

 

Bakura laughed again. “Come on, let's go inside.”

 

Together the two spirits got up from their sitting spots in the yard and went inside, very much ready to burrow down in bed with their hikaris. Bakura climbed up the ladder to the attic and jumped up, pulling Marik through the manhole behind him. He smirked in seeing the two hikaris almost asleep on top of each other. He pointed at them, and Marik smiled. They were cute together, they admitted, and they cared deeply for them. They were protective of them though, and the hikaris knew their boundaries, and what was stepping over the line.

 

**~***~**

 

“No, no, NO!” Malik muttered, frustrated. He threw the magazine down.

 

“Problems, beach-boy?” Bakura asked, mocking him with his own personal pet name as he passed by on the way to the kitchen.

 

Malik frowned at the half-dressed fiend walking by him. “There is nothing in here that I want. And I can't be fucked fixing my bike. What the hell am I gonna do?”

 

“Get a car?” Ryou suggested. “They're not that bad, really…”

 

Malik huffed. “Cars are so… boring compared to motorbikes!” He whined. “You can't weave in and out between traffic in a car in traffic-jams.”

 

“Well forget about that for now,” Marik said. “We need to do something before I go on another killing spree. I'm bored!”

 

“That's never a good thing.” Ryou mewed. “Halloween's coming up, why don't we plan something for it?”

 

“Like what?” Bakura asked in monotony, uninterested.

 

“Uh… our costumes, perhaps?” Ryou suggested.

 

Malik rolled his eyes and got up, getting the other boys' attention. “We're too old to go trick-or-treating, don't you think? Let's plan something big… a party, maybe. It's gotta be scary, and it's gotta be the best party in the neighborhood. We'll tell all kids and minors who want candy to fuck themselves, and get so pissed we'll be unconscious for three days!”

 

Marik and Bakura cheered. Ryou deadpanned. “I think we can think of something better than that… How about a trip?”

 

“A trip?” Marik asked. “What's the point in that?”

 

“You're meant to stay at home on Halloween, aren't you?” Malik asked. “At least according to American tradition… And give out candy, but fuck that.”

 

Bakura snorted in agreement. “Well if trick-or-treaters bug us so much, why don't we go away? It could be fun…”

 

“We could invite people to come with us, too.” Marik suggested.

 

Malik looked at Ryou. “Yeah, you're always bitching about how we never see `the friendship cult' anymore. We could bring some of those losers with us and see how much fun we could turn them into.”

 

“I don't ever want to hear you say that again, hikari.” Marik said, giving his hikari a sharp look.

 

“Hey, I said `some' didn't I?”

 

Ryou scowled at Malik. “They're not a `friendship cult'. That's just… Anzu and her ways. They're good people and fun to be with. They were the only people who accepted me when…”

 

“Yeah, yeah. Blah, blah. We've heard the story before a million times, hikari.” Bakura interrupted. Ryou gave him a hurt look. “Everyone likes you now, Ryou, so what's the problem?”

 

“You are my problem, mou hitori no boku!” Ryou screeched. “You're so spiteful, sometimes! I can't believe you're a part of me!” with that, he got up and left, tears brimming at the edges of his eyes.

 

Malik rolled his eyes and flicked Bakura around the ear before going to follow Ryou. “Baka.”

 

“Oww!” Bakura yelped. “Ass!”

 

Marik sat back further into his recliner and looked at Bakura hard. “You don't have a sensitive bone in your body, do you?”

 

Bakura grimaced. “And I suppose you do?”

 

“Don't answer my questions with questions, thief.” Marik snapped. “Why do you talk to him like that?”

 

Bakura shrugged. “He doesn't care… He's used to it.”

 

Marik rolled his eyes. “You're never going to get his heart if you keep treating him this way, fool. You don't know the first thing about love!”

 

“Oh shut up,” Bakura snapped. “Who are you to tell me how to treat my hikari? I'll deal with my own love life, thank you!”

 

A menacing growl began to rumble its way into Marik's throat. “Get a hold of yourself, Bakura. I only want to help you… Will you for once listen?”

 

“I don't need your help,” Bakura replied. “Only Ryou and I can work this out.”

 

“Stop being such a bitch!” Marik yelled, and rather loudly at that. He quickly collected himself, realising how worked up he was becoming. “Go and talk to Ryou, tell him you're sorry, and tell him you love him.”

 

Bakura fumbled with his fingers. “So the gentle giant knows it all… huh?” he said quietly.

 

Marik could tell by the way Bakura was staring at the carpet and fidgeting that something was wrong. “You haven't told him yet?”

 

“… I was going to,”

 

“Bakura!” Marik dragged out, slapping a hand to his forehead. “You said you were going to while you were away. What happened?”

 

“I chickened out.”

 

Marik could have slapped him. “Go tell him now, then.”

 

Bakura looked at him with bulging coffee-coloured eyes. “Are you nuts?!”

 

“Yeah,” Marik said simply. “You know that. Now go!”

 

**~***~**

 

“He wouldn't have meant it,” Malik replied while carefully applying the usual black kohl markings around his eyes. “You know what he's like.”

 

Ryou let out a whine and threw his head back in frustration, nearly hitting the back of his head on the side of the bathtub. “He's so immature,” Ryou said. “He's nothing like me at all. At least Marik is like you to some degree.”

 

Malik finished applying his tribal markings and turned to look at Ryou who was sitting in the bath, concealed under a whole layer of foamy bubbles. “Bakura was a completely different person, though. He merely used your body for a while until he got his own. Marik is my hatred and anger or some shit; he didn't have a past life like Bakura.”

 

Ryou sighed and rinsed out his hair. “I know, I know.” He said. “It's like living with a child, though! Sometimes I love him to bits; sometimes he annoys me so much I feel like I'm going insane! What am I supposed to do?”

 

Malik sat down on the side of the tub. “Accept him for who he is. I know it sounds hard but… I had to do it with Marik, and don't regret it at all. I wouldn't swap him for the world, now.”

 

Ryou wiped the bathwater off of his face and reached for a towel. Malik handed it to him. “What you and Marik have is so great because you're so alike. Bakura and I are completely different, and it makes me wonder if we'll ever… be.”

 

“You will, when Bakura gets his head straight. Whenever that might be…” Malik had his doubts if Bakura really would grow up any time soon. He wouldn't dare tell Ryou that, though.

 

**~***~**

 

Malik was lifting weights on the floor later that evening, when Ryou stepped in the door, having come home from work. Bakura, from his spot on the couch, looked up at his light standing in the doorway, drenched in rain. He felt bad almost immediately. He usually picked Ryou up from work, but they hadn't spoken to each other all day since that morning, so he wasn't sure if he should have picked him up or not. He bit the inside of his cheek as he watched Ryou wring out his saturated locks and peel off his wet layers of clothing.

 

“It's pissing down out there,” Ryou muttered, and looked at Bakura for a brief moment before passing through the living room, and going up the stairs to his bedroom.

 

There was momentary silence in the room after Ryou had left. “He hates me.” Bakura stated.

 

“Yep,” Malik said, still lifting weights.

 

“Pretty much.” Marik yawned, looking at the TV with a bored gaze.

 

“I can't take this anymore!” Bakura yelled, getting up and clenching his fists into balls. “I'm such an idiot! No wonder Ryou hates me! Guh!” In saying that, said fiend stormed off through the room and bolted up the stairs.

 

Marik and Malik exchanged baffled glances. Maybe Bakura finally got some sense knocked into him…

 

**~***~**

 

“Ryou…?” Bakura asked, popping his head through the manhole and searching the small dark room. His keen eyes soon fell upon a lean figure standing at the other end of the room.

 

“What is it?” came Ryou's soft reply.

 

Bakura hadn't any idea what to say. He didn't even think Ryou would want to talk to him. “……”

 

“Bakura?”

 

Bakura took a deep breath and climbed the rest of the ladder into his room. He stood up with his hands in his pockets, looking at the image before him that reflected him almost identically. The only light cast in the room was from the flickering of the television. It made Ryou look even paler than he already is, but it was one of the traits that Bakura loved about his light. Ever since he had been founded by Ryou, he had taken on a new image - light skin, dark brown eyes, and longer hair. He no longer had tan skin and crimson eyes. He could thank Ryou for that, but he didn't mind it in the least. He rather liked it.

 

“Ryou, I want to talk to you about something.”

 

Ryou sat down on the bed, quickly pulled on a white t-shirt, and looked up at his other. “What about?”

 

Bakura advanced on the smaller-framed boy and sat down on the bed next to him. “About this morning, and… all that.”

 

“And `all that'?” Ryou asked in an almost sarcastic manner. “I know what you want to talk about, yami… But if you've got nothing good to say, don't say anything at all.” With that said, Ryou climbed into bed and rolled over.

 

Bakura sighed. Talking to Ryou when he was in a stubborn `I don't care' mood wasn't the easiest of times. “Maybe another time, then.”

 

Bakura got off of the bed and changed his clothes to something more comfortable to sleep in. He climbed into bed and changed the channel on the television to something more interesting, but still tedious all the same. He could hear and feel Ryou breathing quietly next to him, but staying still as a statue. Usually he would come and cuddle up close to Bakura at night and fall asleep on him. Bakura glanced down at him and hoped that he wasn't silently crying. He's probably asleep, Bakura thought. Might as well turn this garbage off, then. The ivory-haired fiend flicked off the TV and settled down into a comfortable position and closed his eyes. He was almost asleep, when he felt his hikari roll over.

 

“I do want to talk…” Ryou said quietly after a while of silence. “I have for a long time. I just don't want to be yelled at like you do so much… I don't feel like we can talk seriously. It's more like an argument whenever we try to… and I wonder if you'll ever be serious.”

 

Bakura turned over to face Ryou. “I want to be serious this time, Ryou. I wanted to talk to you while we were away in England but… I never got the courage.” He continued. “I want to tell you that I'm sorry… sorry for the way you've been mistreated by me and my pathetic habits.”

 

Tears sparkled in the corners of Ryou's eyes. “You've no idea how long I've waited to hear this from you…”

 

Bakura looked down and swallowed. “I also wanted to tell you… that I care about you more than you think. You're not just a… a punch bag, or a sex toy, or an object that is there for my convenience.”

 

Ryou bit his lip. Hearing it being said hurt almost more than feeling it. “I never wanted to be any of those things… I always secretly hoped that you'd change… and I stayed with you because I kept my faith.”

 

Bakura was feeling unusual emotions welling up inside of him. They were familiar, but he couldn't recall where he had felt them before. He looked at the watering eyes of his hikari and gently touched his face with his slender fingers. “Ryou… I'm so… so fucking sorry! I'm sorry for making you feel like dirt, I'm sorry for all those times I hit you, I'm sorry for all the hell I've put you through in the past… and I love you more than anything in my whole afterlife.”

 

Ryou finally burst into tears and attached himself to the spirit, deeply indulging into the physical contact that had been neglected between them for so long. Bakura wrapped his arms around his lighter half and put his chin on Ryou's head. Silent tears slid down the spirit's pale face and into the glossy mass of white hair beneath him. They were tears of mixed emotions though - of joy, of relief, and of mental pain from what had happened so long ago. He could let go of everything now… his pride didn't matter to him anymore. Ryou knew how he felt, and that was enough.

 

************** TBC~

 

Please read and review and tell me what you think. The next chapter will be posted soon, so look out for it. Arigatou! =^^=