Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Happy Hallow's Eve ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

JoeysGal: Whoo-hoo! Three reviews already, you guys are so nice ^-^ Now I'm just gonna say that this story might not be the longest, but the length of the chapters will make up for it. I hope you guys can live with that ^^;; Anyways, onto the reviewer responses! (Yes, I do acknowledge your comments ^^)

 

Kotori2004: Thanks for your kind words and encouragement ^^ I'll make sure to keep you happy ^^

 

Kittylyn: Awww I'm glad it had that effect on you ^0^ However, do be prepared for a change of events. I didn't put `horror' in as a genre for nothing ^_~

 

Crystal156: Yep, there will be a lot of arguments in this fic, mainly because people get frustrated with each other easily xD It's all in good fun, though ^^

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! -.-

 

Warnings: This fic contains the following: hentai, shounen-ai, yaoi, yuri, blood, gore, violence, freaky shit, rape and killing. That's why I chose the rating. All flames will fall on deaf ears ^_^

 

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 Two

 

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“Ah! Oh! Ah! Aaaah…” Marik cried, trying to muffle his eager cries of ecstasy by stuffing his face in the pillow beside Malik's neck. He collapsed onto his hikari in a sweaty, sticky heap.

 

It was early in the morning, and Malik couldn't fight off Marik for the life of him. When he wanted sex, he usually got it, no matter what time it was. The thing was, if Malik didn't want it, it usually always turned out to be intensely good anyway. This time around, it was great. It was a cold morning outside, and so the vigorous activity not only warmed them up, but it added to the atmosphere and the want for a hot shower afterward, followed by a cooked breakfast and hot cocoa.

 

Malik lay underneath his dozing yami for a time, his eyes open, staring absently at the ceiling. It was one of the times where he could concentrate on absolutely nothing; where his mind felt almost frighteningly calm. He closed his eyes and let out a heavy breath, pushing Marik off of himself so he could go to the bathroom to clean up. He was surprised when he found Ryou in there, washing his face.

 

“You're up early,” Ryou said as he noticed Malik walk in.

 

“Uh… yeah.” Malik stuttered, somewhat embarrassed that he was standing only in his boxers. They didn't often see each other in less than what was required. “What are you doing up anyway?”

 

“Bakura was hogging all the covers,” Ryou said simply, shrugging. “I got a little cold, so I thought I'd go downstairs and get warm.”

 

Malik nodded. “Well, uh, are you using the shower?”

 

Ryou shook his head. “Go ahead.”

 

Malik hopped in the shower, pulled the screen across, took off his boxers and threw them over the top. He turned the faucet on and stepped under when it was hot and steamy. “Have you two made up, yet?”

 

“Yeah,” Ryou replied with a comfortable sigh. “It was so great; he finally admitted he was sorry… and he… told me he loved me.”

 

“Way to go!” Malik cried while lathering some lemongrass and rose hip shampoo into his hair. “About time that asshole swallowed his pride,”

 

Ryou smiled. “How long did it take for you and Marik to realize your feelings for each other?”

 

Malik laughed out loud. “A hell of a long time…” He said. “Put it this way - you and Bakura have only really known each other for what? Four of five years now, right? Since you were about fourteen?”

 

“Yeah…” Ryou said, mentally backtracking, thinking back to when he first received the Sennen Ring from his father.

 

“Well,” Malik continued. “Marik first emerged when I was about ten so… try about eight years for me.”

 

“But you've been together for at least a year now…” Ryou said. “I don't understand,”

 

Malik turned off the faucet, and leant against the shower wall. “We started showing interest not long before my seventeenth birthday… and I'll be nineteen in about two months.”

 

“Ah,” Ryou said. “So I guess it's taken you about the same time as it has for me?”

 

“Yep,” Malik said, still standing behind the screen, starting to shiver. He wouldn't come out until Ryou left.

 

“Okay well, thanks for talking. I'll go and start breakfast.”

 

Malik stepped out of the shower as soon as he heard the door close, and grabbed a fluffy Egyptian cotton cream-coloured towel. Nobody really knew why he was so modest about his body. They assumed he was just a reserved person, or maybe he just didn't like attracting attention. Unlike Marik, he didn't like showing off what he had. He liked to look good, but only for his own sake and security. If he was going to gain weight, it would be in muscle, not fat. He sighed and toweled his head dry, quickly dashing down the hallway back to his bedroom.

 

**~***~**

 

“Have you decided who's coming, yet?”

 

“I've written out a list of people who I thought we could ask…” Ryou replied, fiddling with the pencil between his fingers, his brows knotted into concentration.

 

Malik chewed slowly on his fruit salad. “Who?”

 

Bakura came and joined the trio sitting around the table. “Do you even know where we're going, yet?”

 

“I looked up a few places on the internet this morning before you two got up,” He said, referring to Bakura and Marik. “and I've found a place that's perhaps only an hour or two's drive away.”

 

Marik stood up and poured some milk into his glass. “Well, spill it then. I wanna go on a road trip, dammit!”

 

Ryou looked down at his list and cleared his throat. “Okay, these are all the people I suggested that we could invite: Yuugi, Yami-”

 

“Uh, no.” Malik cut in. “That pedophile who calls himself a pharaoh and his little midget fuck-toy accessory are most definitely not coming.”

 

Ryou frowned and continued. “Okay…Anzu, Jounouchi-”

 

A snort. “How about, no?”

 

Ryou glared at the picky Egyptian boy sitting opposite him. “Would you at least let me finish before you butt in?!” He shrieked.

 

Malik put his hands up in defense. “Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Continue, please.”

 

“Shizuka, Kaiba, Mokuba, Otogi, Honda, Mai, Rishid, Isis, and, of course, us.” Ryou finished. “Is there anyone I missed?”

 

“Not that I can think of,” Malik said. “But we are definitely not bringing Yuugi, the pharaoh, or Kaiba.”

 

Ryou slumped back in his chair. “And why not?”

 

“What's wrong with Kaiba-kun, little brother?” Isis asked from around the corner in the kitchen.

 

Malik frowned at his sister. “What's it to you?”

 

Isis shrugged as she came out of the kitchen with her breakfast. “Well, I just never thought you had anything against him, that's all…”

 

Rishid gave her a stern look, which Malik happened to notice. Isis quickly submerged into the Saturday morning paper before anymore questions could be asked. Malik exchanged glances with the rest of the males sitting around him. Bakura, Ryou and Marik all looked as confused as he, but Rishid merely looked away.

 

“What the fuck?!” Malik screeched, jumping up from the table. He ripped the newspaper down from Isis' grip. “You're not, dare I say, seeing SETO KAIBA, are you?!”

 

Isis grimaced. “What's it to you?” she mimicked what Malik had said earlier. “For the love of Ra, Malik! I'm twenty-three. Don't you think I have a right to see who I want?”

 

“He's like at least five years younger than you, Isis!” Malik fumed.

 

“Four, actually.” She replied calmly, sipping on her morning coffee.

 

Malik sat back down, seething. How dare his sister not tell him about this? “What the hell do you see in him?” he muttered.

 

Isis rolled her pretty blue eyes. “If you knew him like I do, you wouldn't be reacting like this. Can't you be happy for me for once?”

 

“No!” Malik retorted. “Why him? You can do better than that…that rich-ass jerk-off! What would Mother think about this? He's not even Egyptian!”

 

“Malik, calm down.” Ryou said.

 

“Don't you dare drag our parents into this, Malik! Our mother is long gone! You didn't give a shit when Father died! Why are you being like this now? Stop being such a hypocrite and grow the fuck up!” Isis screamed, raising up from the table and stomping up the stairs.

 

Utter silence followed after Isis had left the table. She rarely cursed, and when she did, it meant that she was extremely pissed. She more than likely wouldn't talk to Malik for the next couple of days, or until he apologized. But like hell was he going to do that any time soon! Ryou and Bakura found a feeble excuse to leave the table and went back upstairs, leaving Malik and Rishid twiddling their thumbs. The elder, wiser man who had been Malik's mentor for as long as he could remember, let out a long sigh.

 

“There was no need for that, master.” Rishid said, looking over the table at Malik who was still shaking with anger, but slowly calming himself.

 

“I didn't mean to get that angry…” Malik muttered. “I guess I'm just not used to Isis being with someone…”

 

“She's happy, Malik. He might be younger, but he knows how to treat a woman, and that's all she needs.” Rishid replied. “You must admit, he's probably one of the more decent men she's had so far… Those other dropkicks only wanted her for… you know.”

 

“She didn't give it to them, did she?” Malik asked, almost horrified at the thought. He was a lot more protective of Isis than he first realized.

 

Rishid shrugged his shoulders. “How should I know? She doesn't tell anyone about her private life. All I know now is that she's happy with Kaiba. It sounds strange, but it's true.”

 

“You're telling me.” Malik said, nearly choking on his words. “How long has this been going on for? Why didn't she tell me?”

 

“Because she knew you'd blow up like this! Why else?” Rishid yelled sharply. “They've only been seeing each other a few weeks, as far as I know. Try and be happy for them, master Malik.” With that said, the tattoo-faced man rose from the table and left.

 

**~***~**

 

“I don't care if you don't want to come, you rich little punk!” Malik screamed into the receiver. “You're coming, and that's final.”

 

[What the hell is your problem, Ishtar?]

 

“…nothing.” Malik said. “Listen kid, tell your brother to squeeze a four-day camping trip into his schedule for next week. My sister will kill me if I don't invite him, so just do it.”

 

[Uh… okay, whatever.] Mokuba replied in his oh-so-adorable mid-teen tone. [Where are we going?]

 

“Some place about two hours out of Domino. We're camping in a forest at some national park… I think.”

 

[Cool! What about school though…?]

 

“I'm nearly nineteen, I don't go anymore!”

 

[I meant for me, you twit.]

 

“I'm sure you can take a couple of days off. Let the Ice Prince pull some strings with your principal. He'll take care of it.”

 

[If you say so…] there was silence for a moment. [Can I bring my girlfriend?]

 

“Err, sure. Who is she?”

 

[Rebecca…]

 

“Rebecca…?”

 

[Hawkins.]

 

“Ugh! Not that annoying little four-eyes bitch! Have you not heard of a thing called `standards'?”

 

[Hey! Do you want me to come or not?!]

 

Malik rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I do. Now tell your damn brother. We leave on Monday at eleven.”

 

[In the morning?]

 

“No, at night, genius!” Malik didn't have time for this. “Just, be at our place with all your camping necessities at eleven in the morning on Monday. Clear?”

 

[Whatever, see you then.]

 

“Good.” Malik hung up.

 

Talking to that kid was hard. He always needed to know every little detail on everything. How hard could it be to organize a bloody camping trip anyway? Harder than Malik expected it to be, so it seemed. Ryou should really be the one making all these calls, but, alas, he was at work. Yeah, he worked on weekends occasionally. Sad, huh? At least he actually has a job, Malik reminded himself. The lavender-eyed boy looked at the time - six o'clock. Ryou should be home soon. He usually only worked til five thirty if he was working Sundays, and it took half an hour to get home in traffic.

 

Marik came and plopped down by Malik from out of nowhere. “How many people have we got to go?”

 

“Eh, just the midget and his cult.” Malik said. “I'm starting to think that this wasn't a good idea. How did Ryou talk me into this?”

 

“Because, if you said no, he would cry.” Marik stated simply.

 

Malik cocked his head in thinking of that. “Yeah, you're right.”

 

Just then, a loud rumbling was heard outside and slowly settled into a dull silence. Ryou was home. Yep, it was a fact - Ryou was a bogan. He had bought a car and done some modifications on it after he had bought it - such as putting a loud exhaust on it, a pumping set of sounds and large chrome wheels. Bakura was half the reason why Ryou had spent all his money on prettying-up his car. Bakura was an attention whore, and he knew it. Everyone knew it. He loved driving Ryou's car, because you couldn't help but notice it. Malik was surprised that he hadn't brought home any girls in it… Maybe he really was serious about Ryou.

 

Bakura came down the stairs in hearing Ryou's car pull up the driveway. The minute he walked in the door, Bakura flew to him like a magnet. “Welcome home, hikari.” He said, greeting Ryou with a warmth in his voice that nobody had ever heard come from him before.

 

“Hi Bakura…” Ryou said, slowly walking up to him and winding his arms around the slightly taller boy's neck, enveloping into a warm embrace.

 

And then, it happened. The incident that shocked the entire Ishtar family, save for Isis, if she had been there. Ryou and Bakura out-and-out, overtly, blatantly began to kiss each other - tongue and all - in front of everyone. There was no shame, no modesty, no awkwardness, no embarrassment, nothing. The room almost went silent while the show was going on. Not a cricket chirped; the only sound heard was the sound of Bakura and Ryou, well, Frenching.

 

Ryou pulled back and sighed contentedly, then giggled somewhat. Bakura smiled back and pecked him once on the lips before letting him go up to his bedroom. He smiled and watched him until Ryou was out of sight, and then turned around and smirked at Malik and Marik, who were looking at him in stupefied idiocy. This was all too much for Malik to take on at once. It was too cute, too sexy, too… weird!

 

“Oh. My. Ra.” Malik said, still utterly bemused. “Am I going around the twist or did you just… make out?”

 

“You said I couldn't do it,” Bakura said, smirking infernally. “What do you have to say for yourselves now?”

 

“About Ra-damned time!” Marik muttered, folding his arms. “I bet you didn't say you love him.”

 

“Oh, but I did.” Bakura bounced back. “Last night, in fact.”

 

“You didn't screw him, did you?!” Malik shrieked.

 

Bakura shot him a venomous glare. “Of course not! I'm not some sexual predator!”

 

“Could've fooled me.” Marik said, leering at the fiend.

 

“Shut up,” Bakura snapped, rolling his eyes. “I'm serious about Ryou. All those other people that I've been with in the past don't mean jack shit compared to him. I'm serious and I want to make it work… and I won't have you two stuffing it up for us!”

 

Marik and Malik had nothing to say. Bakura had them nailed, and if kissing passionately in front of them didn't prove it, then they weren't sure what would. If the room had been anymore silent you would have heard crickets chirping and seen tumbleweed rolling across the ground followed by a whistling wind.

 

“You spent way too much time in England.” Malik said randomly.

 

Bakura's eyebrow cocked up in confusion. “What?”

 

Marik cracked up laughing. “He's right! You do sound like more of an Englishman than you used to!”

 

Both the Ishtars were now falling on themselves laughing. Bakura merely deadpanned. “You deranged clowns. Here I am trying to be serious, and for what?!” he said in a disgusted tone, making his way to the stairs.

 

“We're getting takeouts for dinner! We could get you some Devonshire tea if you want!” Malik mocked after him.

 

Bakura yelled his reply, giving him the one-fingered salute. “Rot in the underworld, beach-boy!”

 

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Ryou looked at the list of takeaway restaurants in the phonebook. “So, what will it be? Chinese?”

 

“I don't think so. They eat really weird stuff there.” Malik said, his eyes glued to the television, thumbs hot pursuit on the PS2 controller.

 

“Japanese?”

 

“Booooring.”

 

“American?”

 

“Eeww! Are you serious?”

 

“Indian?”

 

“I don't like spicy food.” Bakura muttered, watching Malik's game.

 

Ryou sighed. “Okay…Cambodian?”

 

“What the hell is that?” Malik asked.

 

“Thai? Italian? Turkish? Lebanese?”

 

“Egyptian!” Malik shouted from the living room. “Why can't we get Egyptian?”

 

“Uh… I think you'd have to go to Tokyo to find that.” Ryou replied.

 

The words `GAME OVER, YOU LOSE!' appeared on the TV screen. “Nuts.” Malik replied, and not only because he lost the game. “I hate Domino! Why can't we live in Tokyo? That place has damn near everything!”

 

“Domino has pretty much everything when you think about it…” Ryou said, trying to think on the bright side.

 

“Except Egyptian food.” Marik added.

 

Malik frowned. “Let's get Thai. I feel like Thai.”

 

“Ooh! I know just the place!” Ryou said, and began to dial a phone number. “Malik, go ask Isis what she would like. Rishid has gone out.”

 

Malik deadpanned and left the living room, heading for the stairs to Isis' room. He wasn't even sure if she was awake, asleep, dead or alive - he hadn't talked to her or seen her since the episode yesterday. Either way, he was going to have to talk to her at some point, and that also mean apologizing to her - not something he was looking forward to. Isis had a tendency to hold grudges against people for as long as it took, even if they did apologize. Of course, Malik and Marik were usually the only people that came into her category of `grudge people'. Had it been anyone else, she would have forgiven them with a snap of her perfectly manicured fingers.

 

“Isis?” Malik asked, knocking on the door. “Can I come in?”

 

The door opened to reveal Isis clad in a spotless, pure white faux-fur coat and matching beret. Frosty baby-blue eyeliner outlined her eyes. “What do you want, brother?” she asked, glowering at him.

 

Malik frowned at his sister's attire, glancing down at the pair of white silk trousers she was dressed in. “Why are you so dressed up?”

 

“I'm going out. Not that it's any of your business,” she replied quietly.

 

“So… I guess you aren't staying for dinner, then?”

 

“No. I won't be.”

 

Malik could tell that Isis was still rather irritated at him. “I'm sorry… I hope he looks after you.” He didn't know what else to say. Being blunt was the only way these things got done, in his opinion anyway. He then turned toward the stairwell to go back down.

 

“Malik…wait,” Isis said, halting him. “I'm sorry, too.”

 

“No, you have nothing to be sorry for. I overreacted… You have every right to see who you want, even if it is Kaiba.”

 

Isis smiled. A genuine, true smile. “Thank you, little brother. I appreciate it,” she reached up and put her arms around his shoulders, and hugged him.

 

Malik sighed inwardly and leant down to embrace his sister's petite frame, resting his chin on her fur-covered head. “Where are you going? You look…pretty.”

 

“I'm going out to dinner with Seto,” she said, looking up at him. “Oh, and as for that little trip that you and the others are planning, count us in.”

 

Malik beamed. “Really? You want to come?”

 

“Kaiba is taking time off of work to join us,” the blue-eyed woman said. “He suggested we could use one of his winter hideaways in Hokkaido, but I told him that you had already organized everything.”

 

“Well that wouldn't exactly be classed as `camping' now, would it?” Malik said. “Luxurious as it sounds,”

 

Isis smiled. “I have to go. Take care and I'll see you in the morning.” With a peck on the apple of Malik's cheek - leaving a sticky, baby-doll pink glittery mark on it - she left.

 

Malik groaned and wiped the foreign paraphernalia off of his cheek.

 

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