Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Missing ❯ Chapter 17 ( Chapter 17 )

Missing - 17

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DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. I'm simply obsessed with it. Don't sue me, because I'm broke. The only things I own are Dark Magician and Malik toys. /end boring legal junk

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I swear I'm 12… I write YGO fic now. That's what I get from watching anime. *very big grin* This story was written for my best friend, who challenged me to write her a fic using certain people and a certain plot and well. Blame her. It's all Kris' fault.

SUMMARY: Marik has a dirty mind.

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"Next stop, Ryou's bedroom!"

"MARIK!" Bakura shouted, reaching out to slap the other boy. "That was not funny."

"I thought it was."

"Where are we?" the former tomb robber demanded, looking around the room they'd landed in. It looked like a bedroom, but it wasn't Ryou's. "TELL ME!" He tackled Marik to the carpet, pinning the smaller boy beneath him.

"A bedroom." Marik squirmed slightly.

"No shit, Sherlock!"

"I'm Marik." The blond seemed genuinely confused and Bakura rolled his eyes.

"It's an expression, idiot."

"Oh."

"WHOSE bedroom are we in? It doesn't look like Ryou's."

"So you have been in Ryou's room!" Marik wiggled his eyebrows. "Do tell, do tell."

"Sicko!" Bakura exclaimed, rolling off Marik in disgust. "I am not telling you about my hikari's bedroom!"

"Spoilsport. Anyways, we are back where we started."

"We are?"

"Listen." Marik held up a hand and Bakura listened. Faintly below he could hear voices. One sounded suspiciously like...

"PHARAOH!" Bakura hissed under his breath. "So we are back. Yami and Yugi were over visiting when you pulled this little stunt."

Marik smirked and buffed his nails on his cloak. "Told you so."

"So you were right. For once."

The other spirit raised an eyebrow. "Now, what will you give me?"

"Excuse me?"

"I brought you back, didn't I? So you owe me."

"YOU are the one who... OH!" Bakura tackled Marik again, harder this time, and they landed in a heavy heap on the floor, knocking over a few lamps as they wrestled. The voices from downstairs suddenly silenced and then the sound of feet pounding up the stairs could be heard.

"Bakura..." Marik choked out, fighting to remove Bakura's hands from around his neck. "Stairs!"

"Shut up, you little..." Bakura's voice trailed off as he, too, heard the footsteps. "Now look what you've done!" He released Marik just as the door flew open.

"BAKURA! MARIK!" Ryou nearly screamed, stopping dead in the doorway. Yugi, Yami, Malik, Kaiba and Joey all ran into the back of him as he stood in shock. "You're back!"

"Marik, what is going on?" Malik asked his darker half, pushing gently past Ryou. "And why is Bakura on you?"

The two spirits looked at each other.

"Does he really want you to answer that?" Bakura mused.

"Well, I guess he just wants us to say it."

"Oh, ew," was Yami's response. "Please keep the details to yourselves!"

Bakura glared. "Shut up, Pharaoh."

"ANYWAYS." Marik glared at the white-haired spirit. "If you really must know, Ryou, your other was trying to kill me," he said, sitting up and displacing Bakura. "But I am too good and I managed to save myself!"

Bakura snorted. "No, I only stopped because I heard Ryou coming up the stairs."

"What. How. Bakura! Where. When?"

"Ryou, take a deep breath," Yami encouraged, guiding the white-haired boy over to the bed. "Breathe!"

A streak of blond, gold and red flew at Bakura. "BAKURA!" Yugi exclaimed, wrapping himself around Bakura's waist. "You're okay!"

"No thanks to HIM." Giving Marik a dirty look. "But yes, I'm fine."

"Come on, puppy," Kaiba suddenly said from the doorway. "They're bonding. Let's go... bond someplace else."

"Okay!" Joey eagerly followed Kaiba downstairs, calling his farewells as he went. And then there were six.

Yugi unwrapped himself from Bakura's waist. "How... I thought..."

Bakura shrugged. "Marik managed it somehow."

"Then why didn't you go straight back into the Ring?" Yami asked.

Bakura shrugged again. "I don't know. I haven't tried returning to the Ring yet. Have YOU tried going back into the Puzzle?"

"I wasn't the one that came out of the Rod."

"Pharaoh."

"SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP. I'm just going to go back downstairs, now, okay? At least the Dark Magician won't give me a hard time!"

Bakura and Yugi choked, earning strange looks from Malik, Ryou, Yami, and Marik.

"No, he's just..."

"Don't even FINISH that sentence, boy," Bakura threatened Yugi. "You already caused that Dark Magician of yours enough mental anguish to land him in therapy for years!"

Yami blinked. "Excuse me?"

"I played with the Dark Magician's staff," Yugi said simply. Yami fell over. "Yami? What?"

"Leaving! Now! Bye!" Yami ran downstairs, nearly falling down the last four steps. "Don't you say a word!" they heard him yell at someone before the back door slammed. Malik and Ryou turned back to Yugi and Bakura.

"What just happened?" Ryou asked.

"Long story." Bakura glared at Marik again. "How did you get him in there with us?"

"Wasn't me!" Marik tried to look innocent and failed completely. "Not my fault!"

"AHEM!" Ryou poked Bakura in the chest. "Explain where you have BEEN!"

"In the Rod!" Bakura half-shouted, taking a step back. "What has gotten into you?"

"Maybe he needs..."

"DO NOT EVEN GO THERE MARIK ISHTAR!" Bakura tackled Marik, yet again, and Ryou exchanged an exasperated look with Malik. They pulled their darks apart, shoving them into opposite corners of the room.

"Now, explain!" Ryou ordered. "And it had better be good." Malik handed Ryou his Millennium Rod, the dagger part extended. Bakura's eyes gleamed at the pretty pointy thing before it dawned on him that said pretty pointy thing was pointing at HIM.

"Ryou..."

"Start talking!"

Taking a deep breath, Bakura did.