Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ If only for one moment, I could be like you... ❯ fallen in love ( Chapter 30 )

Marik sat in his seat, chin cupped in his hands, staring boredly at the president of the IAOSAT. Why was he here again? Surely there was something more productive he could be spending his time doing. Sure there was, he could be back at the hotel room watching his cute little mermaid.

 

Marik blinked a bit. `ok where the hell did THAT come from...?' he thought a bit surprised at his own thoughts. `Work and fun are NOT in the same category.' He thought to himself sternly, paying vague attention to the now completely pointless meeting, as there were better thoughts to be had. Ever since Marik had gotten his hands on Ryou, he'd been thinking more and more about him, and not about studying him.

 

Furthermore ever since he'd laid his hands on him in a more literal sense, he'd become very attached...finding himself thinking about him almost every moment he was idle. There were just...certain qualities that attracted him to the little creature. For instance, the way he felt in his arms. Granted he'd only hugged the boy once or twice...but he couldn't forget the warm soft body in his arms, and sometimes even longed to hold him again.

 

Also, Ryou was loving towards him even though he was in all terms a prisoner. A fine example being that if he were busy, Ryou would sometimes make a fuss just to get attention. Marik smiled a bit, staring off into space, thinking about Ryou and his volley ball. He'd gotten it for Ryou as a gift, merely a token of apology for making him sick at the pool. Ryou loved the ball, something so simple that no human would have given two hoots.

 

But Ryou, no, he loved that ball! He spent hours playing with it; in fact it never seemed to get dull to him. Though now it interfered with work, for when Ryou thought he wasn't getting enough attention he'd `accidentally' send it flying from his tank, and make soft pathetic mewing noises at Marik until he would get up to retrieve the toy.

 

Marik shifted to cupping his cheek in his hand, the other hand resting by his arms, daydreaming on happy memories he'd come to gather since he'd met Ryou. Before Ryou, he'd felt cold, empty...worthless and just another face in the crowd. Ryou had unknowingly brightened his world. The very fabric of his being had been healed of its depressed hopelessness just by the simple act of caring, listening...being.

 

“Marik?” Marik shook his head a bit and looked up. “Yes sir?” He said, clearing his throat a bit. “Ah, yes, what was your opinion on the theory of thermonucleosis in the arctic?” Marik paused. “...Uh...yeah...it's good.” He said dumbly.

 

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Ryou sighed softly, laying his head on his arms on the side of the Jacuzzi. He smiled softly, blushing ever-so-slightly, he could feel Marik's inner talk...just barely and it made him feel whole inside. He sighed a bit. It wasn't Seto...but...but Marik wasn't so bad. Ryou looked up to the door and sighed, wanting Marik to come back...maybe they could eat, or watch a horrible frightening movie. He sighed once again feeling almost lovesick. He grumbled. “I shouldn't love him...I can never go home because of him...” he mumbled looking to the mirror above the sink. `But is that so bad?'he pouted. “Well yes...what about Bakura and Yugi and Ootogi? I'll never see them again...” he said against the nagging voice in his mind. `But that's not true, if he loves you, he'd let you visit. He might even ask to meet them.'Ryou frowned. “Shut up, I hate it when the voices in my mind are right...”

 

`Sourpuss.'

 

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Marik peered in the hotel room quietly, he suddenly felt very vulnerable. In one arm he carried a bag of groceries and movies and in the other he carried a cut of swordfish wrapped neatly with a rose tied to it. “Stupid.” He grumbled to himself, sneaking into the kitchen and putting down the bag. “This is so stupid. Why am I doing this? He's just a fish!” He berated himself. “It's not like he can really love someone. Why am I doing this?” He grumbled, looking at the packaged gift. He looked at the trash can for a moment, before walking towards it. Opening the lid he raised the package over his head before rushing it down to toss into the trash can. He paused just before letting go and sighed.

 

“Why can't I just go about this professionally? I'm not supposed to fall in love with my experiments. It's not that simple! He's not even REAL!” He said roughly running a hand through his hair. “Everything about him, it's not real. He's a merman, he's not human...” Marik sighed, knowing everything he was saying was just a defense. He'd never gotten over his fears, since the day he'd been painfully rejected from a two-year relation he'd had with a fellow scientist. It had been a horrible ordeal. But it had started as heaven, finally someone who shared his interests...but in the end, his lover had cheated on him, and rejected him in the worst way when confronted.

 

The hurt he'd felt that night had turned the shards of his broken heart to cold steel, and he hadn't been kind to another in any way other than to gain something since. But even a solid defense, forged from the flames of hate and sharpened shards made from fear and regret, from depression and self-hate couldn't seem to keep Ryou out of his heart...they just couldn't keep Ryou from making the abused heart beat again, and that's just one more reason why Marik loved him...and was afraid of him.

 

He couldn't take another heartbreak, he'd die first. But he wouldn't be happy unless Ryou was in his life...not as an experiment, but as an equal. He wanted to give Ryou the chance he'd wanted with Seto...the chance to be human. He'd left the sea just to see humans, to be human. By god, if Seto couldn't give Ryou that...then he would! But still...there was lingering fear...not another rejection. If Ryou refused... no, he'd sooner kill himself.

 

Marik leaned against the counter and looked at the small chilled package. “I don't want another lover like that...” he mumbled shaking his head. “But...you aren't are you...? Ryou...I bet you don't even know the first thing about being disloyal. Your kind mate for life, the idea of leaving each other is probably the last thing on your mind. But...Seto left you. Does that influence you?” He asked the air.

 

Ryou peered around the corner of the bathroom, dressed only in a bathrobe. He'd been unable to prevent himself from searching Marik out, especially since the air felt heavy and unsettled since he'd entered. It worried him, and he couldn't take it any further.

 

“Marik?” He asked softly, walking into the kitchen and looking at him with concern noting he had jumped and scrambled to put his hands behind his back. “I...heard you come in and you didn't come to see me...” he said sheepishly, looking away a bit. Marik smiled a bit, fears seeming to melt away. Ryou wouldn't ever leave him. He was practically a prisoner, and still craved attention, even if the only attentions he'd received were harsh studies.

 

“Ryou...” Marik said, clearing his throat. “I...got you a present.” He said pulling the small package from behind his back. “I...um...well...it's for you.” He stammered, watching as Ryou reached forward and looked at it blushing and smelling the flower. “I love it.” He said grinning. Marik blinked. “But...you haven't opened it.”

 

Ryou tilted his head to the side. “Am I supposed to? But...it's quite lovely this way. I don't want to ruin it...” Marik nodded a bit. “Well yes, the present is what`s inside, and the flower.” He said laughing softly. Ryou nodded a little, pulling the rose off and setting it aside and unwrapping the gift. He looked up at Marik blushing. “It's...swordfish...I thought I told you only Royalty were...were supposed to eat that.” Marik nodded. “You did.” Ryou's blush darkened. “But...I'm not royalty at all...”

 

Marik smiled and pulled Ryou into his arms hugging him tightly. “To me...you are...”

 

 

 

AN: Hi! It's been a while since one of these, but I think this one is in order. Just so everyone knows. THIS makes me very very angry and unhappy.

 

“From: ....(  )

i cant belive you made seto so shalow ,  you should change the story and make him not act that way towards ryou and still love him “

 

see that look at said quotes. A review I got. Now normally I LOVE reviews really LOVE them….but one thing I cannot stand, is when the review is just that. `you should change YOUR story because I do not like it.' ...yeah. I'll change it. I have half a mind to alter my original plot plan just to spite said mr / mrs ....( ) No offense man, I love reviews, but your review is somewhat insulting. I've worked very hard on this now 30 chapter story and things happen for a reason. Seto is a jerk for a reason, it ALL ties into the plot. I know it sucks, and I have NOTHING against any character in Yugioh (…cept keith....*shudder* try pairing him with ANYONE…..) anyway, I wont be changing my plot, though sometimes I will take suggestions placed nicely. Better known as not `I cant believe you did this, change it.' I know you meant NO harm. I just have been getting a LOT of `you should change your story because I like THIS character with Ryou/Yugi/Otogi (yes I still know it's got an extra and useless O in the story. I like it like that. *Sticks out tongue*) /Jono/Seto/Marik I know you all have your favorite pairings.

 

But this is MY story. Fiction. Fake! It's not real. Hell you can take it to wordpad and change the names around yourselves if you don't like how something is. But I worked very very hard, slaved and slaved and LITERALLY cried a few times at how hard it has been to pump this stuff out (yeah…I know there have been times with no update for 6+months….eh heh…trust me I get writers block bad. HatoChiisai is helping with that. Akio Amadeo too. Thank them. They make me love on you)

 

Anyway. Just...for my own pleasures I know you all want the story to go some particular way, but I cant please all by bending my plot. I CAN however please all WITH my plot. I PROMISE you WILL love it. Hell I'm not even halfway done with the fic yet (omg...dont die.) Oh yeah, and mr / mrs ....( ) I am not making a personal attack, you're just the poor person who has done that most recently. I don't attack people…just actions of people. Anyway, we all know who is guilty of posting comments of the like. I don't need to name names. Lets just try to remember my feelings when you review, and the effort and time it takes to write, edit and post each chapter.

 

Just bear with me, you all will like how things progress, and as for Seto, just wait and see. It now all depends on how spiteful I get. I'm hoping I don't get spiteful…but darn that little devil on my shoulder….

 

 

AHEM on to the niceties AnimeFanMeepa has decided that her and her friend will be making a manga based on ideas from this fiction! I am shamelessly plugging them. I hope they remember to shamelessly plug me back. *jabs at them with pitchfork of doom*

 

ALSO I've entered this fic and WIHTM in the Media miner's 3rd annual bigass fanfiction contest. Cheer for me! Please?

 

Another nice note, that my artist, though slow, HAS been working. She has. I swear. Just….really really slow. But there is NOTHING wrong with slow. I cannot complain about slow…I'd be one helluva hypocrite. So uh…yeah

 

Oh yeah…I want to be like an artist I want to put a paypalsticker here, and you all to pay me money for almost nothing. For doing what I love, and not doing a darn thing for you. (free money!) ahem, ok I'm done ranting and cheering. I hope some of you read all of this junk

 

I just had a LOT of sugar. Anyway. I updated early and I intend to update again within a few days…depending on how typity I am. OH!

 

Faster updates depend on a few things…you want to help Mally-chan update fast so you read more about our little mer-hero and his lover?

 

Here's how! *announcer voice*

 

I love art. Art art arty art! Gimme. Feed art to me I make pretty chapter.

Music. I write to music, and I am dangerously low on good new music SUGGEST! I love to try new things…but please no dark evil satan music. My friend Bakurathepyro…has some bad taste in scary dark evil music…and Satan now lives in her amp to scare her. BWA HA! Oh, an Bakurapyro, if you're reading.. BOJIHOEIHGQWIHFQ *imitating your amp as heard over the phone*

Meeting me (as if.)

Calling me. (ooh another as if.)

Writing me e-mails or real letters (as if.)

IMing me. I love to talk. I'm actually quite lonely IRL. ^_^; I don't get out much anymore due to work scheduling. (but I have the best STUFF. ^_^ paycheck)

 

 

Anyway. Thankies! Ja ne!

 

PS. Please continue to review, this was not to scare anyone, even mister or miss ....( ) off. Just please don't ask me to change my story. You will all love it. Just give it time.