Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Pretty ❯ 1 ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Kitsune Ryu-san 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.16.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 609 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.16.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 609 | Status: Completed
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This all happens before and during the main story line of 'I Am A Vampire,' but it's how Marik and Malik meet and their relationship. You don't have to read 'I Am A Vampire' to completely understand this story, but you might be a little confused if you don't.
I started this while moving, and soooo... It's a little weird. And I think that it'll continue to be weird. Weirdness is good.
Some Hieratic words that are in the story, I can't be certain that they're all right, I'm no linguist, but I tried my best.
Nfr- Beautiful/Amazing/Good
An- Beautiful
Shukran- Thank you
Yah bin... himar!- You evil... Jackass!
Antyw mrwt, bur an Xrd- My love, sweet, beautiful child
Enjoy!
I follow Mai Valentine down the stairs to a so-called night club, feeling a bit uneasy. She exchanges a few words with a very attractive man with tri-coloured hair and deep peircing, crimson eyes who sort of reminds me of Yugi, and motions for me to follow her.
"Mai? Are you sure about this?"
She laughs at me and grabs my hand. "Darling, the only way that you'll ever get over your fear of dating is to try to get a date. Now, I know some very nice boys who'll enjoy talking to you if you just give them a chance." The tall woman drags me into the club, the deep throbbing music hitting me like a ton of bricks. Mai begins to weave her way over to the bar, me in tow. The strobe lights flash over the gyrating crowd on the sunked dance-floor, making them appear red, then blue, then grey. I turn my attention to the bar, where the red lights stay that way, my eyes thanking me.
"Sit down, I'll be right back, darling."
I glare at Mai, thinking of ways that I could disembowel her without anyone noticing. She laughs and pushes me into a bar chair, then turns and saunters off.
I turn to the bar and make sure that the top isn't sticky before slamming my head down onto it. God damnit, I don't know why I agreed to come here with that woman. I don't know why I agreed to come here period. I should be at home, up in my room, watching porn or something, or maybe sneaking out to demolish cars with some random people.
"Hey pretty, what can I get you tonight?"
I roll my eyes and resist the urge to dive over the counter at whom ever had spoken to me.
"Moltov Cocktail, please."
Said person laughs and I look up into dark, wonderful, violet eyes. I blink once, then take in the rest of the man. He has deep tanned skin, a couple shades darker than my own, and blonde hair, just like me. His face is sharp and his body, under the deep navy fishnet shirt, is that of a god's.
"Nfr...An," I whisper to myself.
The man looks at me in shock for a moment, before smiling. "I wouldn't call myself beautiful, pretty one, but, if you say so."
It's my turn to look shocked. "Y-You understood me... You understand Hieratic!"
The man nods and leans over the bar, still smiling. "You're Egyptian, pretty?"
"Yeah... You are too?"
"Yes. My name is Malik, pretty. What's yours?"
"M-Marik. I'm here with my friend, Mai Valentine. Do you know her?"
Malik laughs and nods. "Ah, Mai. Yes, I know her. And here she comes."
I turn and follow Malik's gaze to Mai, who is heading our way with a man who is taller than her.
"Aw, shit." I turn back to the bar, and Malik frowns at me. "Mai is trying to set me up with a friend of hers, and to be honest, some of Mai's friends are fucking scary."
Malik turns to another bar tender. "Yo, Seto, I'm leaving for the rest of the night, kay? Call up Jou, get his lazy ass up here."
The other bar tender nods, and Malik jumps over the bar and lands next to me. "Don't worry, pretty, I'll save you."
Mai stops infront of me and I take in the man that is standing next to her. He is very tall, regal looking, with black hair cut short and sneering grey eyes, his skin is the same peach shade as Mai's. Not exactly my type, too tall, and as I had said, he's scary.
"Ah, Malik, it seems that you've met Marik. Marik, this is Hakkotsu, the one that I wanted to set you up with."
Malik snakes his arm around my waist and tugs me close, smirking at Hakkotsu and Mai. "Sorry, Hakko-kun, Marik is mine tonight." Malik tugs me off of the chair and presses his body against mine suggestively. I flush red and allow him to rub my arm. Mai sighs and pouts.
"Oh, but Malik, that's no fair. Hakkotsu was really looking forward to our little Marik."
"Hakko-kun is a great predetor, Mai Darling, he won't go without tonight, trust me." Malik looks over to Hakkotsu, who looks angry. "If you'll excuse us, Marik-kun and I have a busy night to look forward to."
Malik tugs me away, keeping me close, until we are out of the club and walking up the stairs.
"Thank you, Malik-san. I have a feeling that you just saved my skin."
"I don't know what Mai was thinking, trying to give you to Hakkotsu. He's a fucking psycho, and she knows it. I'm glad that I met you first cause--"
"Malik, you bastard! Get back here."
Malik bristles dangerously, slowly turning around to face a fuming Hakkotsu. "What. Hakkotsu-san?"
"You have no right to interfere with my way of aquiring prey. Hand over the boy."
"Caitiff-sama would be angred greatly if she found out about your cruelty, Hakkotsu. Such methods are punishable by death, I assure you." I look at Hakkotsu, then Malik, confused, but I don't say anything, afraid of drawing Hakkotsu's attention to me. "Besides, I wasn't interfering with your method of aquiring prey. I'm just interfering with this boy's life. Mai had no right..."
"Mai owed me, you slut."
"Marik is mine, sick fuck."
"He belongs to no-one, Malik. He's free game to any of us."
Malik shakes his head, glowering at Hakkotsu dangerously. "Not to you, Hakkotsu, not anymore. Now turn your ass around and go back, or you'll be facing both Bakura and I in something more dangerous than a fight."
Hakkotsu gives Malik one last look, then turns his eyes to me. "I'll have you, one way or another, Mai's little whore." He turns on his heel and dissapears down the stairs, muttering angrily.
Malik looks down at me, offering me a smile. I shakily return it, still very confused. "What... did you mean, with the whole... prey thing? Was he gonna kill me?"
"C'mon, lets go to my car, we can go get some coffee, and I'll try to explain it the best I can."
I nod and lace my hand around Malik's. He glances at me in shock, and I smile brightly.
"Shukran, nfr."
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The cafe is nice and Malik and I sit in the back, away from the coked out night-owls, alone in our own little world, sharing a sweet drink that Malik had ordered. The couch is soft, just big enough for the two of us to sit, brushing up against the other every so often. True to his word, Malik begins to explain Hakkotsu to me.
"He probably would have killed you, eventually. Hakkotsu likes to keep his victims for months, maybe even years, draining them slowly and painfully as possible."
"Draining? You mean, like, drinking my blood?"
Malik nods and sets the coffee down on the table, turning to face me. "He likes pretty ones like you, young and beautiful, ones that'll scream for help. He's cruel, and kills the ones that he feeds off of. No one does that any more, we take just enough, less than one gives while donating blood to a Blood Drive, then let them go."
I narrow my eyes and lean back, pursing my lips. "We? You drink blood too? Hakkotsu, Mai- yeah, I know about Mai- and you."
"Then add about two thousand in this city alone."
I begin to feel betrayed by Malik, I thought that he wouldn't hurt me. "And lemme guess, you're gonna ask if you can drink my blood? God, I meet the one nice guy in the whole god damned city, and he tells me that he drinks blood, but, oh, it's okay, cause he doesn't kill anyone. Fuck, I wish I could meet someone that would want me for more than sex or blood or god knows what else!"
Malik raises his hands defensively. "I would be lying if I said that I didn't want to feed off of you, hell, I'd be lying if I said that I didn't want to fuck you, but I won't do it without your permission. You're cute, interesting, breath taking..." Malik leans forward and takes one of my hands, bringing it to his lips to lay a kiss on my palm. "I'd actually like to get to know you better, if you'd let me."
I nod slowly, blushing. 'I'd be lying if I said that I didn't want to fuck you...' My stomach flutters and I begin to feel very happy.
Malik smiles and tugs me forward, one hand tangled in my hair and the other on my hip, not pressuring in any way, but nice.
"Can I kiss you, pretty?"
"Y-yes..."
Malik leans forward, leaning me back against the arm of the couch, and softly, oh so softly, catches my lips with his own. I let my eyes drift close, enjoying the chaste kiss, that demands nothing, but asks so, so much. Malik sits back up, letting go of my lips with a small sound of dissapointment. We stare at each other for what seems to be forever, Malik slowly stroking my cheek, my arms around his shoulders.
"That was very nice, pretty."
"Y-yeah, that was..."
"You seem too good to be true, my little jailbait."
I glare playfully at Malik. "Heyyy... I'm 17, not gonna be jailbait for much longer."
Malik kisses the tip of my nose and flicks his tongue out to lick my cheek. I giggle and push him off of me, stradling his lap to kiss him again, flicking my tongue out to trace his lips. Malik responds eagerly, his hand returning to my hip, the other on the small of my back, pressing my body closer to his. We battle for dominance, a fight that I willingly lose, our mouths sealed together passionately. I break the kiss to gasp for breath, and Malik begins to kiss down my neck, tasting my skin, nipping slightly, then he picks a spot, low on my neck, towards my shoulder, and begins to lick and suck on the skin, making me gasp and arch into his grasp. Malik looks up at me with half-lidded eyes, gaze traveling over my body.
"Antyw mrwt, bur an Xrd."
I sigh, choosing not to say anything about Malik calling me a child, and smile. Someone behind me clears their throat, and I jump and turn to see who it is.
The waitress, holding her bloody nose, sets the check on the table and runs away. I pale and Malik begins to laugh, very hard.
"Yah bin...himar!"
This all happens before and during the main story line of 'I Am A Vampire,' but it's how Marik and Malik meet and their relationship. You don't have to read 'I Am A Vampire' to completely understand this story, but you might be a little confused if you don't.
I started this while moving, and soooo... It's a little weird. And I think that it'll continue to be weird. Weirdness is good.
Some Hieratic words that are in the story, I can't be certain that they're all right, I'm no linguist, but I tried my best.
Nfr- Beautiful/Amazing/Good
An- Beautiful
Shukran- Thank you
Yah bin... himar!- You evil... Jackass!
Antyw mrwt, bur an Xrd- My love, sweet, beautiful child
Enjoy!
I follow Mai Valentine down the stairs to a so-called night club, feeling a bit uneasy. She exchanges a few words with a very attractive man with tri-coloured hair and deep peircing, crimson eyes who sort of reminds me of Yugi, and motions for me to follow her.
"Mai? Are you sure about this?"
She laughs at me and grabs my hand. "Darling, the only way that you'll ever get over your fear of dating is to try to get a date. Now, I know some very nice boys who'll enjoy talking to you if you just give them a chance." The tall woman drags me into the club, the deep throbbing music hitting me like a ton of bricks. Mai begins to weave her way over to the bar, me in tow. The strobe lights flash over the gyrating crowd on the sunked dance-floor, making them appear red, then blue, then grey. I turn my attention to the bar, where the red lights stay that way, my eyes thanking me.
"Sit down, I'll be right back, darling."
I glare at Mai, thinking of ways that I could disembowel her without anyone noticing. She laughs and pushes me into a bar chair, then turns and saunters off.
I turn to the bar and make sure that the top isn't sticky before slamming my head down onto it. God damnit, I don't know why I agreed to come here with that woman. I don't know why I agreed to come here period. I should be at home, up in my room, watching porn or something, or maybe sneaking out to demolish cars with some random people.
"Hey pretty, what can I get you tonight?"
I roll my eyes and resist the urge to dive over the counter at whom ever had spoken to me.
"Moltov Cocktail, please."
Said person laughs and I look up into dark, wonderful, violet eyes. I blink once, then take in the rest of the man. He has deep tanned skin, a couple shades darker than my own, and blonde hair, just like me. His face is sharp and his body, under the deep navy fishnet shirt, is that of a god's.
"Nfr...An," I whisper to myself.
The man looks at me in shock for a moment, before smiling. "I wouldn't call myself beautiful, pretty one, but, if you say so."
It's my turn to look shocked. "Y-You understood me... You understand Hieratic!"
The man nods and leans over the bar, still smiling. "You're Egyptian, pretty?"
"Yeah... You are too?"
"Yes. My name is Malik, pretty. What's yours?"
"M-Marik. I'm here with my friend, Mai Valentine. Do you know her?"
Malik laughs and nods. "Ah, Mai. Yes, I know her. And here she comes."
I turn and follow Malik's gaze to Mai, who is heading our way with a man who is taller than her.
"Aw, shit." I turn back to the bar, and Malik frowns at me. "Mai is trying to set me up with a friend of hers, and to be honest, some of Mai's friends are fucking scary."
Malik turns to another bar tender. "Yo, Seto, I'm leaving for the rest of the night, kay? Call up Jou, get his lazy ass up here."
The other bar tender nods, and Malik jumps over the bar and lands next to me. "Don't worry, pretty, I'll save you."
Mai stops infront of me and I take in the man that is standing next to her. He is very tall, regal looking, with black hair cut short and sneering grey eyes, his skin is the same peach shade as Mai's. Not exactly my type, too tall, and as I had said, he's scary.
"Ah, Malik, it seems that you've met Marik. Marik, this is Hakkotsu, the one that I wanted to set you up with."
Malik snakes his arm around my waist and tugs me close, smirking at Hakkotsu and Mai. "Sorry, Hakko-kun, Marik is mine tonight." Malik tugs me off of the chair and presses his body against mine suggestively. I flush red and allow him to rub my arm. Mai sighs and pouts.
"Oh, but Malik, that's no fair. Hakkotsu was really looking forward to our little Marik."
"Hakko-kun is a great predetor, Mai Darling, he won't go without tonight, trust me." Malik looks over to Hakkotsu, who looks angry. "If you'll excuse us, Marik-kun and I have a busy night to look forward to."
Malik tugs me away, keeping me close, until we are out of the club and walking up the stairs.
"Thank you, Malik-san. I have a feeling that you just saved my skin."
"I don't know what Mai was thinking, trying to give you to Hakkotsu. He's a fucking psycho, and she knows it. I'm glad that I met you first cause--"
"Malik, you bastard! Get back here."
Malik bristles dangerously, slowly turning around to face a fuming Hakkotsu. "What. Hakkotsu-san?"
"You have no right to interfere with my way of aquiring prey. Hand over the boy."
"Caitiff-sama would be angred greatly if she found out about your cruelty, Hakkotsu. Such methods are punishable by death, I assure you." I look at Hakkotsu, then Malik, confused, but I don't say anything, afraid of drawing Hakkotsu's attention to me. "Besides, I wasn't interfering with your method of aquiring prey. I'm just interfering with this boy's life. Mai had no right..."
"Mai owed me, you slut."
"Marik is mine, sick fuck."
"He belongs to no-one, Malik. He's free game to any of us."
Malik shakes his head, glowering at Hakkotsu dangerously. "Not to you, Hakkotsu, not anymore. Now turn your ass around and go back, or you'll be facing both Bakura and I in something more dangerous than a fight."
Hakkotsu gives Malik one last look, then turns his eyes to me. "I'll have you, one way or another, Mai's little whore." He turns on his heel and dissapears down the stairs, muttering angrily.
Malik looks down at me, offering me a smile. I shakily return it, still very confused. "What... did you mean, with the whole... prey thing? Was he gonna kill me?"
"C'mon, lets go to my car, we can go get some coffee, and I'll try to explain it the best I can."
I nod and lace my hand around Malik's. He glances at me in shock, and I smile brightly.
"Shukran, nfr."
000000000000000
The cafe is nice and Malik and I sit in the back, away from the coked out night-owls, alone in our own little world, sharing a sweet drink that Malik had ordered. The couch is soft, just big enough for the two of us to sit, brushing up against the other every so often. True to his word, Malik begins to explain Hakkotsu to me.
"He probably would have killed you, eventually. Hakkotsu likes to keep his victims for months, maybe even years, draining them slowly and painfully as possible."
"Draining? You mean, like, drinking my blood?"
Malik nods and sets the coffee down on the table, turning to face me. "He likes pretty ones like you, young and beautiful, ones that'll scream for help. He's cruel, and kills the ones that he feeds off of. No one does that any more, we take just enough, less than one gives while donating blood to a Blood Drive, then let them go."
I narrow my eyes and lean back, pursing my lips. "We? You drink blood too? Hakkotsu, Mai- yeah, I know about Mai- and you."
"Then add about two thousand in this city alone."
I begin to feel betrayed by Malik, I thought that he wouldn't hurt me. "And lemme guess, you're gonna ask if you can drink my blood? God, I meet the one nice guy in the whole god damned city, and he tells me that he drinks blood, but, oh, it's okay, cause he doesn't kill anyone. Fuck, I wish I could meet someone that would want me for more than sex or blood or god knows what else!"
Malik raises his hands defensively. "I would be lying if I said that I didn't want to feed off of you, hell, I'd be lying if I said that I didn't want to fuck you, but I won't do it without your permission. You're cute, interesting, breath taking..." Malik leans forward and takes one of my hands, bringing it to his lips to lay a kiss on my palm. "I'd actually like to get to know you better, if you'd let me."
I nod slowly, blushing. 'I'd be lying if I said that I didn't want to fuck you...' My stomach flutters and I begin to feel very happy.
Malik smiles and tugs me forward, one hand tangled in my hair and the other on my hip, not pressuring in any way, but nice.
"Can I kiss you, pretty?"
"Y-yes..."
Malik leans forward, leaning me back against the arm of the couch, and softly, oh so softly, catches my lips with his own. I let my eyes drift close, enjoying the chaste kiss, that demands nothing, but asks so, so much. Malik sits back up, letting go of my lips with a small sound of dissapointment. We stare at each other for what seems to be forever, Malik slowly stroking my cheek, my arms around his shoulders.
"That was very nice, pretty."
"Y-yeah, that was..."
"You seem too good to be true, my little jailbait."
I glare playfully at Malik. "Heyyy... I'm 17, not gonna be jailbait for much longer."
Malik kisses the tip of my nose and flicks his tongue out to lick my cheek. I giggle and push him off of me, stradling his lap to kiss him again, flicking my tongue out to trace his lips. Malik responds eagerly, his hand returning to my hip, the other on the small of my back, pressing my body closer to his. We battle for dominance, a fight that I willingly lose, our mouths sealed together passionately. I break the kiss to gasp for breath, and Malik begins to kiss down my neck, tasting my skin, nipping slightly, then he picks a spot, low on my neck, towards my shoulder, and begins to lick and suck on the skin, making me gasp and arch into his grasp. Malik looks up at me with half-lidded eyes, gaze traveling over my body.
"Antyw mrwt, bur an Xrd."
I sigh, choosing not to say anything about Malik calling me a child, and smile. Someone behind me clears their throat, and I jump and turn to see who it is.
The waitress, holding her bloody nose, sets the check on the table and runs away. I pale and Malik begins to laugh, very hard.
"Yah bin...himar!"