Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ If only for one moment, I could be like you... ❯ Chapter 35

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Ryou pouted slightly, floating in the tank watching his lover pack up computers and move boxes in grief and sadness. He'd already purposely sent his beach ball flying out of the tank, and mewled about losing it, to no avail. Marik wasn't giving him attention. He pouted more and huffed, crossing his arms and swimming along the sides of the tank, trying his best to get Marik's attention.

Marik sighed softly, checking the items off his list. He had so much to return, now that he'd `admitted his fraudulence'. “Damn you Haga.” He whispered looking over his shoulder at his drastically less occupied laboratory. He was giving up almost everything. Not because he needed to, most of the items were paid for, and were legally his. No, he was giving up these things to ensure he had enough money to continue to give Ryou the best care possible. He smiled at the frustrated look on Ryou's face, purposely not looking directly at him.

That sweet little soul was so cute when he pouted...Marik felt his heartstrings tug and he closed his eyes sighing in content. Even though he had given up his life's work...it felt alright, as long as Ryou was there. Marik chuckled softly when Ryou swam to the top of his tank and began mewling softly once again, begging for attention, and for his beloved beach ball. “Yes yes Ryou, I hear you.” Marik said amused, stooping to pick up the nearby ball. “I'm coming.” He added, walking to the stairs near the tank, and climbing them to reach the top. “Come on; stop your pouting I'm here.”

Ryou smiled and practically lunged out of the tank to hug Marik. “Please stop doing that...I hate the sad look in your eyes. Marik...you've given up enough. Please no more...it hurts.” Marik nuzzled Ryou's wet hair. “Ryou...shh just a bit more. I want to make sure you'll be safe and taken care of...” he whispered hugging Ryou, dropping the ball back into the water. “Marik please, I can feel your sadness in my soul...it burns my heart...please stop. I'll be happy just to be with you. I don't need big tanks, or fish. I can be satisfied in a small tub of water just like at Jono's. Please don't give anything else up...”

Marik nodded and snuggled into Ryou. “Fine fine...” he mumbled intoxicated in the warm, yet sopping wet arms of his lover. Ryou smiled and tugged Marik into the tank suddenly, and giggled when Marik surfaced, looking surprised, pulling his glasses back into place. “You playful little...” he chuckled splashing Ryou. Ryou giggled and swam over, swimming around him slowly, coiling himself in a way, around his mate. “Marik...” he whispered lovingly. “I just wanted your attention...” Ryou whispered giggling and nuzzling into Marik's neck.

Marik smirked and hugged Ryou, noting the coloration in his tail...and how his fins were fanning out to show the lovely colors of a mate, trying to impress his lover. “What a sexy little creature you can be...God I love you Ryou.” Marik whispered trailing a hand lightly over Ryou's fins. Ryou squeaked blushing darkly at the shivers Marik sent up his spine. “You just say that because of what you can do to me...” he mumbled shivering again and clinging to Marik. “Maybe so...or maybe I mean it.” Marik mumbled kissing Ryou, who eagerly returned the affections.

Xoxoxoxox (new scene separators. So HA.)

Yugi smirked in the mirror. “I look sexy.” He said pleased at the reflection. Jono promised them each a few outfits they wanted. Yugi smiled and examined himself more closely, turning in a circle. He was wearing combat boots that went halfway to his knee, tight leather pants, a black tube top, despite Jono's objections about `gender rules', and spiked armlets.

There were three on each arm, between the elbow and shoulder, and of course the leather collar with dog-tags hanging down, bearing the name Yugi. Yugi beamed at his sense of `fashion' as depicted on MTV. “Ok I'm coming out now!” He chirped, stepping out of the changing room. Jono blinked. “Wow...lots of...leather and spikes.” He said, noting how slim and feminine Yugi actually was. “Not bad Yugi.” Ootogi however was taking longer. “Come on Ootogi!”

Ootogi rolled his eyes and examined his reflection. He was wearing something simple, not ugly or plain, just simply nothing flamboyant like Yugi was wearing. He had picked a gray short sleeved hoodie with `01' written on it in red, a pair of blue jeans and black and white high-tops. He dusted off the shirt a bit. “This is ridiculous; we were fine in what we had!” He grumbled, stepping out. Jono nodded in approval. “Conservative! Nice. At least one of you two are semi-normal.”

Yugi pouted. “I'm normal!” He said crossing his arms. Ootogi stared at Yugi for a moment. “You look like a black puffer fish!” He said amused. Yugi flushed. “I do not! I look punk!” Ootogi rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” He looked at Yugi again. “Are you wearing face-colors?” He blurted suddenly. Jono blinked and looked back to Yugi. “Oh great Neptune you ARE!” Yugi's cheeks burned and he bit his lip to prevent it from trembling. “Leave me alone!” He shouted, bolting from the store. Why couldn't Ootogi ever be satisfied?! Why did he always have to pick on him? Yugi sniffled and ran through the mall's twisting walkways, stopping finally when he was thoroughly lost, and tired.

“Stupid Ootogi...” Yugi sniffled softly. “Why can't he just leave me alone...?” Yugi pulled his knees to his chest silently, watching people walk by. Ever since he'd mated with Ootogi they'd done nothing but fight, and Ootogi couldn't even let him have fun. “He wont even let me have confidence in myself...I thought he'd like this...” he mumbled pathetically. Yugi sighed softly, pulling himself together and sniffling once more, standing up. Who needed Ootogi? He could just go it alone. Ootogi would only drag him down anyway.

Ootogi frowned, walking through the mall, looking for Yugi unsuccessfully. Jono had gone in the opposite direction, after paying for the clothes Yugi had inadvertently stolen. “Why does Yugi have to be such a merling?” He mumbled shaking his head. “Maybe I was a little cruel to him...” Ootogi winced slightly, feeling a wave of sorrow and hurt wash over him. His frown deepened when he looked down noticing small black pearls no larger than a minnow's eye. Had he really hurt Yugi that much?

Yugi looked at the floor, walking through the mall and to the entrance doors, looking at them seriously. “I don't need Ootogi...” he sniffed softly, and pressed his way into the Florida sun. He nodded to himself, and looked around. “Ootogi always thought left was a lucky direction. So I'll go Right.” He huffed, walking off in the right-most direction.

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Ryou giggled and squirmed while Marik combed his hair. “Hold still so I can finish!” He barked, his laugh betraying the tone. Ryou smiled and complied. “Marik, what is it we're hunting for again?” Marik shook his head amused. “I'm going JOB hunting Ryou. So I will be able to afford to feed us and keep a roof over our heads.” He said calmly.

Ryou nodded. He felt like he could move mountains! “Ryou you need to sober yourself!” Marik said laughing softly tying a black satin ribbon in his hair to keep it out of his face and back. That, and Ryou looked adorably delicious wearing ribbons. Ryou grinned and snuggled back into Marik's chest. For the first time in a long time he felt perfect. Ryou blushed softly thinking back on their previous hour. They had made love in a way he'd never imagined possible. Not to say they'd done something miraculous. No, there was just so much emotion shared, his link with Marik had overwhelmed him and sent him into tremor after tremor of pure blissfully sensual orgasm.

It was becoming obvious that Marik shared in the link, if only a small piece. His soul seemed to feel healed despite all the things that were wrong in his life. It's true what they say, sex is very therapeutic. Ryou sighed and snuggled into Marik's arms. “I can hunt a job too?” He asked blinking when Marik laughed. “No...you cant. You're not human...you need special papers proving who you are to work.” Marik said calmly, cupping Ryou's chin in his hand. “But if you really want to help me, you can wait for me everyday.” He whispered kissing Ryou gently. “When I come home, be there with open arms for me to scoop you up and wash away my troubles.” Ryou giggled. “I'm not a soap.” Marik nuzzled into Ryou's hair inhaling his scent. “If the shoe fits. You are soft like soap, you smell good like soap. My scientific analysis is, you are soap.”

Ryou blinked. “But...I thought I was a fish...” he blurted before flushing. “I AM NOT A FISH!” He shouted correcting himself. Marik smiled and picked himself and Ryou up from the couch. “Come on my little Merman, it's time we started hunting.” He said taking an almost childish joy in referring to the menial chore as something serious. Ryou had such a sweet and simple view, it really was charming. How could he have missed it before?