Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Into Darkness ❯ Chapter 1

Into Darkness

Ame no Mizu

Author's Note: Only thing you need to remember-

Marik- hikari

Malik- yami

Got it? Good. Rated R for yaoi, violence, language, and attempted rape.

Chapter one:

Attack

"Marik… love, you need to wake up…"

Marik Ishtar woke to a strong arm wrapped protectively around his waist, lithe fingers stroking his hair. Soft lips brushed lightly against his, and he opened his eyes to look into those of his yami. They deepened the kiss, a smooth, moist tongue dipping into Marik's mouth.

They broke apart with a soft smacking sound and the hikari settled into Malik's arms, resting his head on the broad, tanned chest. Malik placed a soft kiss on Marik's cheek, holding him close. But just as the blonde light was beginning to fall asleep-

"Marik, hikari… you really need to get up and get dressed…"

"Don't wanna," Marik murmured into his lover's chest, his fingers trailing through silky blonde.

"Fine," answered Malik, sighing, "If you want Bakura and his hikari to come over to find you naked and still in bed, so be it…"

"… shit. I forgot they're coming over today," he climbed off Malik, going over to his dresser to find something to wear, deciding on a black tank top and a worn pair of jeans.

As he buttoned the pants and pulled the shirt over his head, he felt Malik's arms wrap around his waist again, pulling him close. Lips claimed his neck greedily.

"Dammit, Marik," Malik breathed into the sensitive skin, "Why do you have to be so damn… irresistible?" Strong, experienced hands slithered down Marik's thin waist; fingers urgently undid the button of his jeans. A deep moan escaped Marik's throat, and his breath quickened.

"Um… is this a bad time?"

Marik recognized the soft-spoken English lilt immediately: Ryou Bakura. He was standing at the bedroom door, his normally snowy white cheeks glowing a slight pink. Yami Bakura was behind him, shoulder leaning into the doorpost, his arms crossed, grinning mischievously.

"Don't let us bother you," he drawled, "Just pretend we're not here."

"Fuck you, too," hissed Malik, and he released his hikari. It took everything Marik had not to whine at the loss of contact.

"I…uh, brought over the movies, if you still want to watch them," Ryou cut in quietly. They had planned that day to watch some English-language movies that he'd brought over from his homeland.

"'Course we do," replied Bakura, "And we will, if these two could stop their makeout session long enough to go downstairs and put one in the VCR… or is that asking too much?"

"Go to hell," hissed Malik.

"Done that," the pale yami shot back, "Didn't like it. All the heat made my hair frizzle."

"Fuck off," Malik countered as he and Marik brushed past them towards the stairs.

"Hmmm… done that, too,"

Marik laughed, shaking his head as his yami growled and began to descend the stairs and head for the living room.

Ryou yawned as the ending credits for `Titanic' began to roll. He'd seen the movie hundreds of times before, thanks to his sister (AN~ you'll meet her in Soul Search, if I ever finish it ~), who had given it to him when she left for Egypt with their mother. He had a rough time translating every line for Bakura, who knew only minimal English, and the yami kept making fun of the corny lines (which sounded cornier translated into Japanese). Marik, who had learned English as a young child, seemed genuinely interested in the movie, while Malik seemed interested only in continuing to make out.

Sighing, Ryou stood to stop and rewind the tape, picking another one out of his bag.

"Next up: `The Mummy'" he announced. Marik looked up, shoving his frustrated yami off him, and narrowed his eyes.

"You can't be serious."

"I love this movie," Ryou defended, "I thought you all would like it as well…"

"I'm still hungry," Bakura growled, obviously not paying any attention, staring into the empty popcorn bowl, "Make some more."

Ryou sighed again, putting the tape down and snatching the bowl from his yami's lap.

"Ryou, wait," the albino turned as Marik called to him, "I'll make the popcorn, you stay here and start the movie."

"Oh… okay."

Marik took the bowl from Ryou's hands, ignoring his yami's glare as he was abruptly denied a chance to push his tongue down his hikari's throat. The blonde light loved making out, don't get him wrong, but sometimes enough was enough.

He felt Malik reach out to him in his mind, but he quickly put up a block, and kept it up. He didn't need to hear it. Wandering into the kitchen, he found the box for the microwavable popcorn on the counter, where Yami Bakura had left it (Ryou had recently taught him how to work the microwave), and picked it up, peering inside. It was empty. He searched the cabinets, but there was nothing.

"We're out!" he called, and heard the disappointed groan, "I'll go to the store and get another box, don't worry, Bakura!"

"Well, hurry up."

"My light is not your slave," his yami shouted at Ryou's, "Only I can tell him to hurry up!"

"Whatever."

Sighing, Marik grabbed his keys and the Millennium Rod off the edge of the counter, slipping the item into a belt loop, and left the house. The summer breeze was pleasantly warm, blowing the hair out of his eyes. He was enjoying this greatly. No yami `innocently' wrapping his arm around his waist, no yelling, no arguing. Just the summer air and the laughter of children in a nearby park. It was bliss.

Until something- he wasn't sure what- made him stop in his tracks. He looked around him, but saw no one except for a businessman going over some papers in a long black car. He shook his head slightly in an effort to calm his nerves, and continued walking.

He felt the hair on the back of his neck rise. Now thoroughly spooked, he dropped his shields and reached out to his yami.

/…Malik?/

//What?// Marik shivered at his lover's icy tone.

/I…/

A strong arm wrapped suddenly around Marik's neck, cutting off both his link with Malik and his air supply. Shock and fear coursed through his veins, and he desperately reopened the link as he was dragged backwards.

/Malik!/ he cried, /Malik, help me! Please!/

//What? What happened?!//

/Malik…/ was all the hikari could manage as he began to feel dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

//Hang on, hikari, I'm coming!//

He was pushed into the back of a car, his neck freed, his captor following. Rough, callused hands pinned his arms to the hot leather of the backseat, and dry lips silenced his hoarse cries for help. His arms were released, and he tried to reach the Rod, which held the only protection he had, but found he couldn't. Cold hands pushed his thin shirt over his abdomen, fumbling with the button of his jeans. Harsh reality rushed him, making him whimper: he was being raped.

/Malik…/ he sobbed over the link as he struggled in vain against the unnaturally strong man, /Please… hurry!/

//I'm almost there!//

Indeed, just as he stopped talking, he could hear faint footsteps. His attacker gasped as a hand slipped into Marik's jeans and his lips were abandoned. He screamed, and the man laughed, bending down to whisper in his ear.

"I'll be back for you, Marik Ishtar," he hissed, and climbed off the hikari, vanishing. Marik, trembling uncontrollably, pushed himself further into the car, not attempting to stop the tears that were already slipping down his cheeks.

Malik raced down the sidewalk, panic flowing through his body. His hikari's tone scared him to no end. He knew right from the beginning that he should've gone along. Now, something had happened to his precious light, and he hadn't been there to save him. If Marik was hurt in any way… he would never forgive himself.

Seconds later, he could feel the boy's presence growing stronger, and he noticed the door of a black car was open. There. That's where Marik was. He stopped at the car, and gasped at what he found inside.

His disheveled hikari had his knees drawn up to his chest. The angel's hair obscured his face, which was buried in his arms. One look at the boy's appearance told him all he needed to know. His jeans were unbuttoned and his arms and neck were beginning to bruise.

"Marik?" he called softly, and heard Bakura and Ryou arrive behind him, the smaller of the two giving a small gasp. Marik lifted his head off his arms, his eyes bloodshot and puffy.

"Malik!" he cried, throwing his arms around the yami's neck, sobbing into his chest.

"What happened, love?"

"He… he tried to rape me," replied the frightened hikari, "He grabbed me, held me down…. Malik…"

Blinding rage ripped through Malik's body as Marik broke down and collapsed against him, clutching his shirt. Someone had forced himself on the hikari of Malik Ishtar.

It was decided there that the fool would die.

"Marik… you need to tell us what happened." Ryou said softly as the blonde settled into his yami's arms on the couch. Bakura, having gotten to the house first, had made sure all the windows were shut and locked, at Malik's request. It made everyone feel a little safer. Pushing a cup of warm tea into Marik's hands, he sat next to his own yami, waiting for the reply.

"I was walking to the store, and I felt someone watching me," the boy whispered, "I kept walking, but I felt it again. When I reached out to Malik, someone grabbed me from behind, dragged me into a car. He heard you coming. He… he said he'd be back for me. He knew my name! Then, Malik showed up."

"Oh, Marik… I'm so sorry," Malik whispered, stroking his hikari's hair lovingly, "I should've been there…"

Marik was about to reply when the phone suddenly rang. He rose to answer it.

"No, Marik," said Ryou, standing, "Stay here. I'll answer it. You keep talking." Marik nodded and sat back down.

Ryou found the intrusive wireless phone in the kitchen. Snatching it up, he pressed the button with the flashing light and held it to his ear.

"Moshi moshi?"

"…"

"Hello?"

"Hello, Ryou Bakura."

He nearly dropped the phone in shock and had to grab the counter to stop himself from collapsing.

"What are you doing here?" he gasped quietly, careful not to alarm the others.

"I gave your little friend quite a scare, eh? Did you recognize the car?"

"What are you doing here?" Ryou repeated angrily.

"Do you really think locks and bolts will keep me away from you, Ryou? I meant what I said- I'll be back for the blonde. I'm coming for you, too."

"What do you want with Marik? I'm the one you need."

"Don't try to pretend you know what I'm doing. I need him as well."

"You won't lay a finger on him."

"I did today. I'll do it again, love. You'll hear from me again." there was a click, then a dial tone. Ryou, shaking, shut the phone off and sunk into a kitchen chair.

"Ryou?"

He jumped, and stared at his yami, who was standing in the doorway, a mix of shock and anger on his face.

"You know Marik's attacker?"

"I just now realized I do. He wasn't supposed to know I'm in Domino. He must have followed me from London," Ryou lowered his eyes to stare at the floor, "I didn't know he'd go after Marik, nor why he would. If I had, I would've prevented this."

"I know you would," Bakura replied softly, "But why was he threatening you?"

At this, Ryou gave a bitter laugh.

"Sit down, Bakura. This may take a while…"

Well, there ya go. Hope you like it. I'm kinda proud of this. If there are enough reviews, chapter two is on the way. Please review!!!!

Also, many will argue that Malik is the hikari, not Marik. Well, I live in the States. We haven't even met Yami Marik yet. Therefore, Marik is gonna stay the hikari. Sorry, guys.

On a lighter note, the production of Soul Search ch. 2 is coming along pretty well. Go check it out if you haven't already!!!!

~ Ame no Mizu ~ *Mizu-chan*