Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ In Your Eyes ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )
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By: cassie_k 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.26.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 334 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.26.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 334 | Status: Completed
Summary: Ryou awakens without Marik lying next to him and panicks. But are things truly as bad as they seem? *This is the cutest chapter so far.
In Your Eyes
By: cassie_k
Chapter Four
Ryou,
I want to thank you for giving me a place to stay last night. And I apologize because I’m not with you right now, but I had to get away for a while. I didn’t mean for things to go as far as they did, and I’m not sure what you thought my intentions were. I don’t want you to feel like this is your fault because I should have had the sense to stop it before it got out of hand. I’m the one to blame, and in time, I hope you can forgive me.
Marik
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I spent the majority of the morning hidden away within my bedroom, wasting away to basically nothing. I read that pathetic, worthless note with shaking hands, both of which haven’t stopped trembling yet. I was nothing but a fling, and to be brutally honest, I’m glad he’s gone. This is *not* my fault, despite how sick I’ve been feeling because of it. He leads me on, uses me then just walks out with a poor excuse for an explanation!? I’m perfectly repulsed! If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll stay wherever he went for a long while because Bakura will tear him apart when he finds out. Well, I’m not exactly thrilled about telling my yami, for I still don’t approve of mindless violence. But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t enjoy seeing Marik getting his back-stabbing ass kicked! He deserves it after making me feel completely awful. I had so much faith in him. Yes, *had* so much faith in him.
The breeze of a Saturday’s mid-afternoon is all that is able to keep me awake. I lie in my bed, exhausted after cleaning the mess in Bakura’s room. I don’t even know where he is, but I assume he’s with Malik. And that means that he still won’t be home for a few more hours. Oh well. Being alone isn’t something I’m not used to by now. Marik just decided to play off of that to take advantage of me. The fact that I kissed him first has nothing to do with it! Well, maybe this is partially my fault--no, Marik has even said it himself: he’s the one to blame.
My head jerks towards the open window as I hear strange noises outside of it. Gulping, I stand and cautiously tip-toe in its direction only to jump backward in fright as Marik appears out of nowhere, sticking his head through the curtains. “AHHH!” I wail, but as soon as I recognize him, “What do *you* want!?” I defensively grab a nearby lamp, prepared to send it flying as he completely enters the room. “I asked you a question!”
“Calm down!” he shouts, cowering away as I threaten to launch the lamp.
“No! You don’t tell me what to do, Mr. I-trick-people-into-sleeping-with-me!” I cry.
He scowls. “What? I didn’t trick you! Don’t give me that shit!”
“What do you call it then, Marik? ‘Cause it sure as hell seems like you tricked me.”
“You started everything when you kissed me in the basement! At least I had the decency to leave you a note. Don’t act like I just left without saying a word.”
“You might as well have done just that. It’s clear that you don’t care about me at all, Marik. And if you deny it, I’ll have you know that I won’t fall for it again. You’re a liar!” The poor lamp suffers as my grip tightens because of my rage. A single tear escapes my eye, proving my frustration.
He suddenly looks pathetic. With his voice just barely audible, he explains, “Ryou. . .I do care about you. If I didn’t, why would I have bothered to come back at all? I--please don’t cry--I really am sorry. I just woke up this morning and saw you lying there, and I thought, ‘I’m not good enough for him.’ I thought you would see that, and. . .everything would go back to the way it was. But, and I didn’t tell you this, I felt so *alive* when you talked to me. It’s like you did something without knowing it. And I know it sounds ridiculous, but--”
“Shush. It isn’t ridiculous. Come here.” With watery eyes, I place the lamp upon the floor and fall into his arms without the urge to listen to his sad story anymore. I can hardly believe that he’d worry about not being good enough, but I suppose it’s something that he wonders about. And I feel quite guilty for thinking such nasty things of him. After hearing things from his point of view, his reasoning is completely understandable. “I’d prefer it if you would talk to me about these things before leaving. You have no idea how dirty I felt. . .”
“I’m sorry,” Marik whispers as his lips brush against my forehead. “And I want to make it up to you.”
That last statement was very sweet, but I pull away, scowling with the question, “So what’s with the whole ‘climbing through the window’ ordeal? Hm?”
“Oh. . .the front door was locked.”
“I’m sure.” I lightly jab him with a kind smile. “You know, Mr. Ishtar, I think you’ve been hanging around with Bakura too much.”
“Yep. He’s teaching me well, too. Soon enough, I’ll be jumping fences, pick-pocketing, and, according to you, tricking even more people into spending some time with me. I wouldn’t make that bad of a pimp, would I?”
“Shut up!” We laugh together, and it sounds so unnatural but feels so beautiful at the same time. My crying has ceased long ago, and now we find ourselves racing down the stairs. I “accidentally” trip, pulling Marik along the way, and he lands on top of me. I painfully grunt, “You’ve got to lose weight, Marik!”
“I’ll lose some if you gain some, shrimp.” He stops all conversation and places a soft kiss on my lips, and I melt beneath him. This is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, and I don’t even *want* to try to explain it. He breaks the kiss, ignoring my whines of protest, and suggests, “Can I take you somewhere?”
“Where?” I question, fully interested. He stands and I do the same.
“I dunno. How ‘bout lunch? And then I have a surprise for you.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“Go get dressed.” I practically skip into my room, where I pull on a pair of jeans and a loose tee. I find Marik waiting for me in the living room, and as I approach the door, he politely opens it for me. With a small smile, I thank him. “Anytime,” he replies. Once again, we sit together on his motorcycle, and I still haven’t gotten used to it, but I feel much safer for some reason, and I hold onto him with a bit more confidence than I’ve recently had. We pull out of the drive and tear down the street, most likely irritating the neighbors. Above that damn muffler, I can barely hear myself *think*, but Marik somehow manages to ask, “Does this mean we’re together now?”
“I guess it does,” I respond, my glazing eyes briefly closing. I think I’ve just experienced an epiphany! Marik and I can do this. And even if it doesn’t work out, it would still be worth the try, wouldn’t it? He doesn’t say anything as he glances backward and smirks. A few minutes later, he pulls into the parking lot of a diner, leaving the bike behind and leading me into the building. Hand-in-hand I walk with him, mixed emotions overwhelming me. I can’t believe how pleasant he’s become! And if I’m not mistaken, I do believe that I feel. . .nervous. He’s making me nervous. And self-conscience. Well then, things are certainly turning around on me, aren’t they?
“Hey, hey Ryou!” Yugi is here!? I turn around as Marik and I initially enter the building to greet the other hikari as he and Yami hurry in our direction. “Oh, hi, um, Marik.”
“Hello,” Marik snarls, glaring at Yami, who doesn’t do much in his defense.
I glance at him before turning my full attention to Yugi. “What are you two doing here?”
“We were just leaving. Yami’s taking me to see a movie. Do you. . .wanna come?”
“Actually, Marik and I have plans. Thank you for the invitation, though.” I smile warmly, realizing that I am still quite fond of Yugi. The only reason that I don’t hang around with him anymore is because of those highly judgemental friends of his. They just can’t--or won’t--try to forgive Malik, Marik and Bakura, and things have been this way since Battle City, which was about two years ago.
“It’s been nice seeing you, Marik, Ryou,” Yami says as he directs Yugi out of the diner.
“Bye now.” I wave, relieved to finally be rid of them.
“Damn pharaoh,” Marik curses as we seat ourselves. “Acts like he’s so high above everyone else. Makes me sick.” I still don’t understand why Marik--as well as my own yami--has this continuous grudge against Yami. “What’re you gonna eat?”
“Oh, I don’t know. . .A salad sounds delicious right now, though,” I say as our waitress hands us two menus. “What about you?”
“I’m not really hungry anymore.” Marik returns his menu right away and orders Pepsi. The waitress leaves and he turns to me, whispering, “What the hell is a *Pepsi*?”
Giggling, I answer, “It’s a drink. It’s good. I think you’ll like it.” The waitress returns and I order my salad, stifling hysterical laughter as Marik examines his beverage. “Just drink it!”
“I have no clue in Hell as to what it is, and you expect me to just pick it up and down it?”
“Marik! All right, all right. . .Think of it as flavored water. Now *drink* it.” With a ridiculous interest to watch, I supervise as he slowly takes a hold of the glass and smells the liquid before bringing it to his lips. Smiling, he opens his mouth and takes the first sip. “So?”
“This is pretty damn good.” He takes another sip, and another, and another. . .Thirty seconds later, I’m staring at an empty glass filled with nothing but ice.
“Are you kidding me? You just drank that in less than one minute, Marik!” I exclaim, laughing.
“I did. . .and I liked it. What’s it called again?”
“Pepsi.” I shake my head with raised eyebrows, crazily amused.
“Well, I want another one.” Our waitress returns to the table and sees the glass. Wide-eyed, she promises to re-fill it for Marik as she walks off, leaving me with my salad. Moments of silence pass, but Marik doesn’t appear to be bored. He watches me eat without much to say before asking, “Why are you so perfect?”
I choke on the lettuce that is currently in my mouth, barely able to push it down my throat. “E-excuse me? I’m not perfect, Marik. I’m far from it, actually.”
“Don’t say that. Someone like *me* is far from it. You’re the essence of it.” My cheeks redden without warning but I keep my eyes on the floor. “Sorry if I, uh, scared you, but I really need to know what’s going on.”
“What *is* going on?” I’m not quite sure what he’s talking about.
“Eh, it’s nothing. Forget it.” He waves it off, focusing on anything else but me. Confused, I blink once or twice before continuing to eat, a bit disturbed by his words. Ever since I was a little boy I’ve been taught that no one’s perfect. And I’ve believed it. Everybody makes mistakes, right? Someone such as myself probably makes more mistakes than others, but for a reason that I cannot place, Marik has this strange idea that I’m. . .Well, I guess I should just listen to him and try to forget about it. If I attempt to figure it out, it’ll have no problem with driving me insane. Besides, he’s probably just trying to flatter me. Then again, the sincerity I found in his voice was enough to prove that he was more than likely being genuine, no matter how odd it sounded. And my self-esteem has just skyrocketed. . .I don’t know why, but a compliment like that means so much coming from him.
After finishing my meal, I look up at him with hopeful eyes. “So what is this surprise that you’ve been talking about?”
“You’ll see,” he mysteriously answers. Cocking my head to the side, I really don’t want to wait any longer, so I immediately pay the bill and rush him outside, where we yet again sit on that God forsaken bike of his. Soon enough, we’re in the streets again, evading traffic lights and stop signs to come across an open road. I’d never heard of this road, but it seems to be deserted; there isn’t a single car or any other sign of life around. “We’re almost there. . .”
“What is this place?”
“I don’t know, but I come up here all the time.” Several minutes come and go, and at the end of the route lies a highway, which we don’t take, but Marik suddenly veers off-road, startling me into burying my face into his back and wrapping my arms around his waist.
“Marik!” I cry, threatened by the sudden turn of events. I close my eyes for a few seconds before opening them to discover that Marik has stopped the vehicle and is currently prying me off of himself.
“It’s okay. We’re here. Close your eyes.” I do as he says and trust him as he leads me into an unknown territory. Beneath my feet I can feel grass and twigs, and I assume that we’re walking around in a forest or something very similar to it. The sound of running water surprises me and I end up wanting to take just a little peek. But Marik catches that and scolds me. Finally, we stop walking and I am able to look around. “You can look now.” I open my eyes and gasp, throwing my hand to my mouth in shock. Smiling, I bask in the beauty of the sparkling water as it falls from a cliff, creating one of the most gorgeous sights I’ve ever seen. Surrounding trees sway back and forth with the breeze, and small animals stare at me, making sure that I’m of no harm. My jaw drops and I am utterly amazed. I’ve lived in Domino for quite a while now, and I’d never known that such a majestic place was located on the city’s very outskirts. “Isn’t it beautiful?” Marik asks, sitting on a boulder near the pond into which the waterfall flows.
“Oh my god. . .” I whisper. I look at Marik. “I love it, I absolutely love it.”
“I drove up here while Malik and I were fighting to get away from him. I just. . .walked right over here.”
“It looks so surreal, Marik.” I smile, unable to remove my eyes from the nature around me. “Thank you for showing this to me.”
“You deserved it. After all that you’ve done, it’s the least I could do.” He stands and walks in my direction with open arms, which I fall into with ease.
“Would you swim with me?” I ask, pointing to the pond. He blinks and shrugs. “Oh, you don’t know how, do you?”
Shamefully, he answers, “. . .no. I don’t.” His frown twists into a smile as I take his hand, dragging him closer to the water. “And you’re not teaching me. The last time Malik tried to teach me, I couldn’t bathe for weeks.” Laughing, I shake my head, explaining how easy it truly is, “All you have to do is keep moving and you’ll say afloat. There’s nothing to it.” I watch him remove his shirt, my heart beating furiously, and my blushing face furthers my embarrassment as he unbuttons and discards his pants. “What? It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” he says, and I agree. But he’s just so beautiful that I can hardly stand still. “You gonna dive in with your clothes on?”
“Oh, no.” I quickly strip down to my boxers and stand on the edge of a large rock with Marik. “On the count of three, all right?” With a mischevious smirk, I begin counting. “One, two--” I stop, placing my hands upon his back and pushing him into the water. He gasps and thrashes about, trying to conceal his laughter to seem angered. “Move, Marik, move!” I jump forward, creating a splash beside him.
“You little prick,” he jokes, holding onto a rock for dear life.
“Come on, it *was* funny!” He rolls his eyes as I slowly move closer to him, wrapping one arm around his neck and the other around the rock. We stare at one another for the longest time before he leans inward, planting a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. I adjust my position in the water to greet his lips with mine. His pleasantly familiar taste is one that I’ll never forget, and our contact deepens as his tongue invades my willing mouth. With entwining fingers and reluctance to let go of each other, we physically--and mentally--grow closer. My legs bind him and he suddenly musters the unknown ability to stay above water. “You’re swimming,” I whisper, smiling.
“Yes, well, it has nothing to do with my *slight* attraction to my incredibly sexy teacher, does it?” he teases, causing me to blush. We share another perfect kiss and I suddenly break away, laughing. “Where are you going?”
“I wanna see how well you can *really* swim. Catch me. . .if you can,” I challenge.
“Oh, it’s on!” Marik lunges for me but I’m too quick for him. I sink beneath the surface, leaving him confused and alone. For a few seconds, I swim around him, but once I receive the main advantage, I jump out of the water to pull him beneath it. But I didn’t expect to feel a hand grasp my wrist and he drags me with him. And although our mouths are full of water, we gently and seductively kiss one another until we’re both unable to hold our breath any longer. “That was. . .different,” he says as we carelessly float.
“Yes. It was.” I then notice the darkening sky, surprised that so much time had passed. “It’s getting late. Bakura is probably wondering where I am.”
“Yeah,” he agrees. He struggles to reach the shore and I follow, making sure that he won’t drown while trying to get himself out of the water. I pull myself to my knees but before I can continue to my feet, he offers a hand. I take the kind gesture, standing upright with him. We dry ourselves the best we can before dressing and leaving the forest, his arm thrown around my shoulders. The motorcycle isn’t that far from where we are and we come across it in no time. I take my usual seat behind him and flinch as he starts the machine, annoyed by the unbearable noise. Sooner than later, we’re once again on the road, and I must say that I’m perfectly dazed. Marik drives slowly to purposely extend the little time we have left together before this day ends. But it isn’t long before we find ourselves in the streets of Domino, making our way to my home. After a short stretch of time, we pull into my driveway. The first thing I notice is the light that shines through the windows. Bakura *is* home, much to my surprise. “You want me to stay with you for a while? He might be pissed.”
“No, I’m sure I can handle him. Thank you, though.” I smile and kiss his cheek, unsure of what else I should say.
He uneasily remarks, “I, um. . .I had fun.”
“S-so, so did I.” I leave the bike, waving one last time before watching him speed away, wishing he could just hold me for a few more minutes. I don’t know why I felt so strong and safe with him, but each time he so much as looked at me, I could have sworn that I was bulletproof. I sigh as I think of him and these strange feelings, all of which I no longer wish to dwell upon. I tug at the front door of my house to see Bakura sitting on the couch, watching T.V. He turns towards me, frowning.
“Where’ve you been?” he snaps.
“With Marik,” is all I say as I move right past him.
“Wh-what!? You could have told me that, idiot! You closed the link.”
Before I run into my room, I pause at the bottom step. I turn around to glare at Bakura. “Well, since you’ve been so busy with Malik as of late, I didn’t think it would be right to interrupt you two.”
“You have to stop throwing that in my face. It isn’t my fault that he picked me, all right? He could have easily chosen you, but he didn’t. Deal with it.” He stands with his arms folded against his chest, apparently unaware of the damage that those comments just caused. But, however, he seems to recognize his mistakes and immediately apologizes. “Look. . .I’m sorry. I was worried about you. And what the hell were you doing with Marik *all* day?”
A sly smile spreads across my face, but I turn away from my counterpart to hide it. “Nothing. We, we just went out for a little bit.” Well, that isn’t exactly a lie. “I’m tired. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
“Whatever.”
“Goodnight, Bakura,” I say with a small amount of attitude.
“. . .once again, whatever.”
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A/N: No, I haven’t forgotten about you guys! I’m soooo sorry that this has taken such a long time, but at least you know I’m still here. LOL. Maybe if I had a few more REVIEWS, I’d type more quickly. But that’s entirely up to you. Thanks for reading and please review. Bye!
In Your Eyes
By: cassie_k
Chapter Four
Ryou,
I want to thank you for giving me a place to stay last night. And I apologize because I’m not with you right now, but I had to get away for a while. I didn’t mean for things to go as far as they did, and I’m not sure what you thought my intentions were. I don’t want you to feel like this is your fault because I should have had the sense to stop it before it got out of hand. I’m the one to blame, and in time, I hope you can forgive me.
Marik
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I spent the majority of the morning hidden away within my bedroom, wasting away to basically nothing. I read that pathetic, worthless note with shaking hands, both of which haven’t stopped trembling yet. I was nothing but a fling, and to be brutally honest, I’m glad he’s gone. This is *not* my fault, despite how sick I’ve been feeling because of it. He leads me on, uses me then just walks out with a poor excuse for an explanation!? I’m perfectly repulsed! If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll stay wherever he went for a long while because Bakura will tear him apart when he finds out. Well, I’m not exactly thrilled about telling my yami, for I still don’t approve of mindless violence. But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t enjoy seeing Marik getting his back-stabbing ass kicked! He deserves it after making me feel completely awful. I had so much faith in him. Yes, *had* so much faith in him.
The breeze of a Saturday’s mid-afternoon is all that is able to keep me awake. I lie in my bed, exhausted after cleaning the mess in Bakura’s room. I don’t even know where he is, but I assume he’s with Malik. And that means that he still won’t be home for a few more hours. Oh well. Being alone isn’t something I’m not used to by now. Marik just decided to play off of that to take advantage of me. The fact that I kissed him first has nothing to do with it! Well, maybe this is partially my fault--no, Marik has even said it himself: he’s the one to blame.
My head jerks towards the open window as I hear strange noises outside of it. Gulping, I stand and cautiously tip-toe in its direction only to jump backward in fright as Marik appears out of nowhere, sticking his head through the curtains. “AHHH!” I wail, but as soon as I recognize him, “What do *you* want!?” I defensively grab a nearby lamp, prepared to send it flying as he completely enters the room. “I asked you a question!”
“Calm down!” he shouts, cowering away as I threaten to launch the lamp.
“No! You don’t tell me what to do, Mr. I-trick-people-into-sleeping-with-me!” I cry.
He scowls. “What? I didn’t trick you! Don’t give me that shit!”
“What do you call it then, Marik? ‘Cause it sure as hell seems like you tricked me.”
“You started everything when you kissed me in the basement! At least I had the decency to leave you a note. Don’t act like I just left without saying a word.”
“You might as well have done just that. It’s clear that you don’t care about me at all, Marik. And if you deny it, I’ll have you know that I won’t fall for it again. You’re a liar!” The poor lamp suffers as my grip tightens because of my rage. A single tear escapes my eye, proving my frustration.
He suddenly looks pathetic. With his voice just barely audible, he explains, “Ryou. . .I do care about you. If I didn’t, why would I have bothered to come back at all? I--please don’t cry--I really am sorry. I just woke up this morning and saw you lying there, and I thought, ‘I’m not good enough for him.’ I thought you would see that, and. . .everything would go back to the way it was. But, and I didn’t tell you this, I felt so *alive* when you talked to me. It’s like you did something without knowing it. And I know it sounds ridiculous, but--”
“Shush. It isn’t ridiculous. Come here.” With watery eyes, I place the lamp upon the floor and fall into his arms without the urge to listen to his sad story anymore. I can hardly believe that he’d worry about not being good enough, but I suppose it’s something that he wonders about. And I feel quite guilty for thinking such nasty things of him. After hearing things from his point of view, his reasoning is completely understandable. “I’d prefer it if you would talk to me about these things before leaving. You have no idea how dirty I felt. . .”
“I’m sorry,” Marik whispers as his lips brush against my forehead. “And I want to make it up to you.”
That last statement was very sweet, but I pull away, scowling with the question, “So what’s with the whole ‘climbing through the window’ ordeal? Hm?”
“Oh. . .the front door was locked.”
“I’m sure.” I lightly jab him with a kind smile. “You know, Mr. Ishtar, I think you’ve been hanging around with Bakura too much.”
“Yep. He’s teaching me well, too. Soon enough, I’ll be jumping fences, pick-pocketing, and, according to you, tricking even more people into spending some time with me. I wouldn’t make that bad of a pimp, would I?”
“Shut up!” We laugh together, and it sounds so unnatural but feels so beautiful at the same time. My crying has ceased long ago, and now we find ourselves racing down the stairs. I “accidentally” trip, pulling Marik along the way, and he lands on top of me. I painfully grunt, “You’ve got to lose weight, Marik!”
“I’ll lose some if you gain some, shrimp.” He stops all conversation and places a soft kiss on my lips, and I melt beneath him. This is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, and I don’t even *want* to try to explain it. He breaks the kiss, ignoring my whines of protest, and suggests, “Can I take you somewhere?”
“Where?” I question, fully interested. He stands and I do the same.
“I dunno. How ‘bout lunch? And then I have a surprise for you.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“Go get dressed.” I practically skip into my room, where I pull on a pair of jeans and a loose tee. I find Marik waiting for me in the living room, and as I approach the door, he politely opens it for me. With a small smile, I thank him. “Anytime,” he replies. Once again, we sit together on his motorcycle, and I still haven’t gotten used to it, but I feel much safer for some reason, and I hold onto him with a bit more confidence than I’ve recently had. We pull out of the drive and tear down the street, most likely irritating the neighbors. Above that damn muffler, I can barely hear myself *think*, but Marik somehow manages to ask, “Does this mean we’re together now?”
“I guess it does,” I respond, my glazing eyes briefly closing. I think I’ve just experienced an epiphany! Marik and I can do this. And even if it doesn’t work out, it would still be worth the try, wouldn’t it? He doesn’t say anything as he glances backward and smirks. A few minutes later, he pulls into the parking lot of a diner, leaving the bike behind and leading me into the building. Hand-in-hand I walk with him, mixed emotions overwhelming me. I can’t believe how pleasant he’s become! And if I’m not mistaken, I do believe that I feel. . .nervous. He’s making me nervous. And self-conscience. Well then, things are certainly turning around on me, aren’t they?
“Hey, hey Ryou!” Yugi is here!? I turn around as Marik and I initially enter the building to greet the other hikari as he and Yami hurry in our direction. “Oh, hi, um, Marik.”
“Hello,” Marik snarls, glaring at Yami, who doesn’t do much in his defense.
I glance at him before turning my full attention to Yugi. “What are you two doing here?”
“We were just leaving. Yami’s taking me to see a movie. Do you. . .wanna come?”
“Actually, Marik and I have plans. Thank you for the invitation, though.” I smile warmly, realizing that I am still quite fond of Yugi. The only reason that I don’t hang around with him anymore is because of those highly judgemental friends of his. They just can’t--or won’t--try to forgive Malik, Marik and Bakura, and things have been this way since Battle City, which was about two years ago.
“It’s been nice seeing you, Marik, Ryou,” Yami says as he directs Yugi out of the diner.
“Bye now.” I wave, relieved to finally be rid of them.
“Damn pharaoh,” Marik curses as we seat ourselves. “Acts like he’s so high above everyone else. Makes me sick.” I still don’t understand why Marik--as well as my own yami--has this continuous grudge against Yami. “What’re you gonna eat?”
“Oh, I don’t know. . .A salad sounds delicious right now, though,” I say as our waitress hands us two menus. “What about you?”
“I’m not really hungry anymore.” Marik returns his menu right away and orders Pepsi. The waitress leaves and he turns to me, whispering, “What the hell is a *Pepsi*?”
Giggling, I answer, “It’s a drink. It’s good. I think you’ll like it.” The waitress returns and I order my salad, stifling hysterical laughter as Marik examines his beverage. “Just drink it!”
“I have no clue in Hell as to what it is, and you expect me to just pick it up and down it?”
“Marik! All right, all right. . .Think of it as flavored water. Now *drink* it.” With a ridiculous interest to watch, I supervise as he slowly takes a hold of the glass and smells the liquid before bringing it to his lips. Smiling, he opens his mouth and takes the first sip. “So?”
“This is pretty damn good.” He takes another sip, and another, and another. . .Thirty seconds later, I’m staring at an empty glass filled with nothing but ice.
“Are you kidding me? You just drank that in less than one minute, Marik!” I exclaim, laughing.
“I did. . .and I liked it. What’s it called again?”
“Pepsi.” I shake my head with raised eyebrows, crazily amused.
“Well, I want another one.” Our waitress returns to the table and sees the glass. Wide-eyed, she promises to re-fill it for Marik as she walks off, leaving me with my salad. Moments of silence pass, but Marik doesn’t appear to be bored. He watches me eat without much to say before asking, “Why are you so perfect?”
I choke on the lettuce that is currently in my mouth, barely able to push it down my throat. “E-excuse me? I’m not perfect, Marik. I’m far from it, actually.”
“Don’t say that. Someone like *me* is far from it. You’re the essence of it.” My cheeks redden without warning but I keep my eyes on the floor. “Sorry if I, uh, scared you, but I really need to know what’s going on.”
“What *is* going on?” I’m not quite sure what he’s talking about.
“Eh, it’s nothing. Forget it.” He waves it off, focusing on anything else but me. Confused, I blink once or twice before continuing to eat, a bit disturbed by his words. Ever since I was a little boy I’ve been taught that no one’s perfect. And I’ve believed it. Everybody makes mistakes, right? Someone such as myself probably makes more mistakes than others, but for a reason that I cannot place, Marik has this strange idea that I’m. . .Well, I guess I should just listen to him and try to forget about it. If I attempt to figure it out, it’ll have no problem with driving me insane. Besides, he’s probably just trying to flatter me. Then again, the sincerity I found in his voice was enough to prove that he was more than likely being genuine, no matter how odd it sounded. And my self-esteem has just skyrocketed. . .I don’t know why, but a compliment like that means so much coming from him.
After finishing my meal, I look up at him with hopeful eyes. “So what is this surprise that you’ve been talking about?”
“You’ll see,” he mysteriously answers. Cocking my head to the side, I really don’t want to wait any longer, so I immediately pay the bill and rush him outside, where we yet again sit on that God forsaken bike of his. Soon enough, we’re in the streets again, evading traffic lights and stop signs to come across an open road. I’d never heard of this road, but it seems to be deserted; there isn’t a single car or any other sign of life around. “We’re almost there. . .”
“What is this place?”
“I don’t know, but I come up here all the time.” Several minutes come and go, and at the end of the route lies a highway, which we don’t take, but Marik suddenly veers off-road, startling me into burying my face into his back and wrapping my arms around his waist.
“Marik!” I cry, threatened by the sudden turn of events. I close my eyes for a few seconds before opening them to discover that Marik has stopped the vehicle and is currently prying me off of himself.
“It’s okay. We’re here. Close your eyes.” I do as he says and trust him as he leads me into an unknown territory. Beneath my feet I can feel grass and twigs, and I assume that we’re walking around in a forest or something very similar to it. The sound of running water surprises me and I end up wanting to take just a little peek. But Marik catches that and scolds me. Finally, we stop walking and I am able to look around. “You can look now.” I open my eyes and gasp, throwing my hand to my mouth in shock. Smiling, I bask in the beauty of the sparkling water as it falls from a cliff, creating one of the most gorgeous sights I’ve ever seen. Surrounding trees sway back and forth with the breeze, and small animals stare at me, making sure that I’m of no harm. My jaw drops and I am utterly amazed. I’ve lived in Domino for quite a while now, and I’d never known that such a majestic place was located on the city’s very outskirts. “Isn’t it beautiful?” Marik asks, sitting on a boulder near the pond into which the waterfall flows.
“Oh my god. . .” I whisper. I look at Marik. “I love it, I absolutely love it.”
“I drove up here while Malik and I were fighting to get away from him. I just. . .walked right over here.”
“It looks so surreal, Marik.” I smile, unable to remove my eyes from the nature around me. “Thank you for showing this to me.”
“You deserved it. After all that you’ve done, it’s the least I could do.” He stands and walks in my direction with open arms, which I fall into with ease.
“Would you swim with me?” I ask, pointing to the pond. He blinks and shrugs. “Oh, you don’t know how, do you?”
Shamefully, he answers, “. . .no. I don’t.” His frown twists into a smile as I take his hand, dragging him closer to the water. “And you’re not teaching me. The last time Malik tried to teach me, I couldn’t bathe for weeks.” Laughing, I shake my head, explaining how easy it truly is, “All you have to do is keep moving and you’ll say afloat. There’s nothing to it.” I watch him remove his shirt, my heart beating furiously, and my blushing face furthers my embarrassment as he unbuttons and discards his pants. “What? It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” he says, and I agree. But he’s just so beautiful that I can hardly stand still. “You gonna dive in with your clothes on?”
“Oh, no.” I quickly strip down to my boxers and stand on the edge of a large rock with Marik. “On the count of three, all right?” With a mischevious smirk, I begin counting. “One, two--” I stop, placing my hands upon his back and pushing him into the water. He gasps and thrashes about, trying to conceal his laughter to seem angered. “Move, Marik, move!” I jump forward, creating a splash beside him.
“You little prick,” he jokes, holding onto a rock for dear life.
“Come on, it *was* funny!” He rolls his eyes as I slowly move closer to him, wrapping one arm around his neck and the other around the rock. We stare at one another for the longest time before he leans inward, planting a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. I adjust my position in the water to greet his lips with mine. His pleasantly familiar taste is one that I’ll never forget, and our contact deepens as his tongue invades my willing mouth. With entwining fingers and reluctance to let go of each other, we physically--and mentally--grow closer. My legs bind him and he suddenly musters the unknown ability to stay above water. “You’re swimming,” I whisper, smiling.
“Yes, well, it has nothing to do with my *slight* attraction to my incredibly sexy teacher, does it?” he teases, causing me to blush. We share another perfect kiss and I suddenly break away, laughing. “Where are you going?”
“I wanna see how well you can *really* swim. Catch me. . .if you can,” I challenge.
“Oh, it’s on!” Marik lunges for me but I’m too quick for him. I sink beneath the surface, leaving him confused and alone. For a few seconds, I swim around him, but once I receive the main advantage, I jump out of the water to pull him beneath it. But I didn’t expect to feel a hand grasp my wrist and he drags me with him. And although our mouths are full of water, we gently and seductively kiss one another until we’re both unable to hold our breath any longer. “That was. . .different,” he says as we carelessly float.
“Yes. It was.” I then notice the darkening sky, surprised that so much time had passed. “It’s getting late. Bakura is probably wondering where I am.”
“Yeah,” he agrees. He struggles to reach the shore and I follow, making sure that he won’t drown while trying to get himself out of the water. I pull myself to my knees but before I can continue to my feet, he offers a hand. I take the kind gesture, standing upright with him. We dry ourselves the best we can before dressing and leaving the forest, his arm thrown around my shoulders. The motorcycle isn’t that far from where we are and we come across it in no time. I take my usual seat behind him and flinch as he starts the machine, annoyed by the unbearable noise. Sooner than later, we’re once again on the road, and I must say that I’m perfectly dazed. Marik drives slowly to purposely extend the little time we have left together before this day ends. But it isn’t long before we find ourselves in the streets of Domino, making our way to my home. After a short stretch of time, we pull into my driveway. The first thing I notice is the light that shines through the windows. Bakura *is* home, much to my surprise. “You want me to stay with you for a while? He might be pissed.”
“No, I’m sure I can handle him. Thank you, though.” I smile and kiss his cheek, unsure of what else I should say.
He uneasily remarks, “I, um. . .I had fun.”
“S-so, so did I.” I leave the bike, waving one last time before watching him speed away, wishing he could just hold me for a few more minutes. I don’t know why I felt so strong and safe with him, but each time he so much as looked at me, I could have sworn that I was bulletproof. I sigh as I think of him and these strange feelings, all of which I no longer wish to dwell upon. I tug at the front door of my house to see Bakura sitting on the couch, watching T.V. He turns towards me, frowning.
“Where’ve you been?” he snaps.
“With Marik,” is all I say as I move right past him.
“Wh-what!? You could have told me that, idiot! You closed the link.”
Before I run into my room, I pause at the bottom step. I turn around to glare at Bakura. “Well, since you’ve been so busy with Malik as of late, I didn’t think it would be right to interrupt you two.”
“You have to stop throwing that in my face. It isn’t my fault that he picked me, all right? He could have easily chosen you, but he didn’t. Deal with it.” He stands with his arms folded against his chest, apparently unaware of the damage that those comments just caused. But, however, he seems to recognize his mistakes and immediately apologizes. “Look. . .I’m sorry. I was worried about you. And what the hell were you doing with Marik *all* day?”
A sly smile spreads across my face, but I turn away from my counterpart to hide it. “Nothing. We, we just went out for a little bit.” Well, that isn’t exactly a lie. “I’m tired. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
“Whatever.”
“Goodnight, Bakura,” I say with a small amount of attitude.
“. . .once again, whatever.”
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A/N: No, I haven’t forgotten about you guys! I’m soooo sorry that this has taken such a long time, but at least you know I’m still here. LOL. Maybe if I had a few more REVIEWS, I’d type more quickly. But that’s entirely up to you. Thanks for reading and please review. Bye!