Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Pretty ❯ 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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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: 3 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 550 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.16.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 550 | Status: Work In Progress
Standard Disclaimers Appy.
I wasn't sure if this was gonna be more than one chapter, but then I decided that I wanted to do something funny but cute and romantic. With a dash of crazy bishie boys, of course. ^.^
Marik slips out of my car and closes the door, grinning at me.
"Bye, Malik... When will I see you again?"
I take out my cell phone and toss it at the beauty. "Programme your number into it, and I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"
Marik leans over and does as he is told, handing the phone back to me when he's done.
"Thanks, pretty."
He stands and I jump out of the car, sliding over the hood to capture Marik around the waist, hugging him to my chest.
"No good night kiss from my pretty little jailbait?"
"Malik! My sister might see!"
I chuckle and hold my beauty closer, nuzzling the mark on the side of his neck. 'Mine,' the beast inside of me growls. "What's so bad about your sister knowing, my pretty?"
"I don't know how she feels about gay people, Malik. I know that she really has nothing against them, but I don't know how she'll react if her little brother perfers kissing other guys. I don't want to dissapoint her."
I frown and release Marik, raising an eyebrow. "How could she ever be dissapointed by someone like you?"
"I think that she'd like me to carry on our pure Egyptian blood-line."
"I have pure Egyptian blood in me, if it's any consolation."
"So you'll have my children?"
"Hm, maybe if you treat me to a nice little strip-tease..."
Marik laughs and wraps his arms around my torso, making me smirk.
"What if your sister sees?"
"I'm just hugging a friend good night."
I kiss him on his cheek and smile warmly. "Go on, pretty, we don't want you getting into trouble."
"Good night, Malik. I'll talk to you later."
"Night pretty."
I lean against my car, watching until Marik is safely inside his house before diving back into the car and taking out my cell phone.
It rings twice, then a gruff voice answers. "What, Malik?"
I chuckle. "Hey, Bakura, you sound happy."
"I'm hanging around in a tree outside of the prince's bedroom watching him undress. Fuck! He's gorgeous..." Bakura growls.
"Why don't you take a break before you jump the poor boy? I'll come by a bring some coffee, I can tell you about my night."
"Fine, just... Hurry."
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I make myself comfortable in the tree, leaning back and smirking at Bakura, who downs his coffee like a fiend. The prince is in his room, dressed in a big black tee-shirt, lying on the ground and toying with a broken laptop.
"So, what'd you do tonight? Or rather, who, cause you're never this happy unless you get laid."
"I didn't do anyone, Bakura. I met someone amazing though. His name is Marik and he's got these big lavender eyes and the prettiest lips ever. He's Egyptian, and Mai- that little bitch- brought him to the night club to give him to Hakkotsu, of all the mother-fucking bastards there. She left him at the bar and he called me beautiful in Hieratic, then we left- after I almost decided to kill Hakkotsu- and went to a coffee place. God Bakura, that kid kisses like a dream!"
"So you have a new toy. You've never been this happy about them before."
I scowl at my friend. "He's not a toy, Bakura. I'm not too sure what he is to me just yet, but I know that he is anything but a toy."
Bakura smiles at me, shaking his head. "You are such a sap, Malik. You're fucking crazy and need serious help, but you're still a sap."
I'm about to snap at him about his romantic notions, but inside the house, a phone rings and we both jump and turn to listen.
The prince stands up, showing some leg, and answers the phone.
"Ello?... Oh, hi love. Yeah, what's up? Of course you can come over, you're always welcome in my home. You still have the key I made you, right? Yeah. Be safe. Love you too."
Ryou-sama hangs up the phone and returns to his machine. Bakura sighs and lays his head down on a branch, and I feel bad. Who knew that Ryou-sama was involved with someone?
"I've heard him talk with that same person twice, and I have no clue who it is. Do you know how much I want this boy, Malik? And then I find out that he has a lover. I'm going crazy here."
"Hey, 'Kura, Ryou-sama doesn't even know you exist, if he ever meets you, that lover of his won't stand a chance. Maybe he doesn't even have a lover. He's British. Don't they call everyone love?"
"Yeah, and they always say 'I love you' to telemarketers."
We sit in silence for a while, Bakura, still in his emo state of mind, picking idly at the bark of the tree. Then Ryou-sama's door swings open and our attention is quickly turned to the figure walking into the room. I give a little gasp and grab Bakura's hand.
"'Kura! That's Marik, the kid I was telling you about. He's not Ryou-sama's lover..."
Inside of the room, Marik dances over to Ryou and catches him in an embrace. "Ryou-chan! I had the best night ever!"
Ryou-sama laughs and shakes his head. "Oh? And you haven't been arrested? It's a sign of the Apocolypse, love."
"Oh, shut up, I met this guy--"
"Oooooh, a guy! What's his name?"
"Malik."
"And I'm guessing that he's the one who gave you that lovely little mark on your neck?"
Marik gasps and slaps a hand over the mark that I had put there, slowly turning pink. "I-I... Uh... There's a mark?!"
"You made out with a man that you just met? Marik, you little strumpet!"
Marik sighs and plops down onto the bed, unbuttoning the purple vest that he is wearing and slipping it off. My eyes go wide and all I really want to do is carry the boy off and fuck him through my mattress. His body is slim, with the barest hint of muscle, and the most beautiful shade of gold.
"Ryou-chan! You know that I have serious issues with meeting people, and this incredibly beautiful guy comes along and actually wants to get to know me. He even asked if he could kiss me, Ryou-chan! He didn't try to pressure me into anything."
Ryou-sama sits down next to his shirtless friend and offers him a sad little smile. "I know how hard it is, love, I do. And it's great that you've met a guy that you like. Just... Be careful, okay? I don't want you getting hurt like you did with Ajari-san."
"I don't think that Malik is like Ajari, Ryou-chan. I'm pretty sure of it. But what about you, Ryou-chan? You never go out with anyone, and you keep your love life a secret."
"My love life is no secret, Marik. It's non-existant, that's what it is. And don't you say anything about me meeting people." Marik closes his mouth and pouts. "I'm sorta hoping that someone will just appear one morning and I'll fall in love with them." Ryou-sama yawns and lays back next to Marik. The blonde boy curls around his small friend, holding him tightly.
"Good night, Ryou-chan. You're prince charming will come eventually."
"I hope so. I really do."
The boy claps and the lights click off, leaving Bakura and I in darkness.
"Some interesting developments right here, 'Kura."
"Shut up, Malik."
"I wonder if Marik would like being called my lover."
"Shut up."
"Maybe you should appear to your hot little charge. I'm sure if you rescue him, he'll like you as much as you like him."
Bakura leans forward, grabbing my foot and flipping me out of the tree. I land on my feet, laughing.
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I sit in my car, idly tapping at the steering wheel, waiting for Marik to get out of school. I'm not a stalker, I swear. The boy entrances me, beautiful and young and oh so human.
I lean my head against the steering wheel, sighing. I've never really felt like this towards a person before. I had incredibly vivid dreams of the boy last night, passionate, beautiful, loving sex. No one has ever made me this horny either.
A shrill bell rings and I look up. Students pour out of the school, laughing and talking animatedly. About five minutes after the innitial wave, a small group of students comes out of the school, Marik among them. I smile and take in his uniform. He is wearing the navy blue jacket, but he's not wearing the issued pants. The leather hugs his hips, and his purple cami-top has writing across it. I chuckle. What a little rebel. He grins at something that a short kid who looks uncannily like Yami says and turns like he is aware that I'm staring at him. He catches my eye and his little grin turns into a big smile.
"Malik!" He runs up to my car and leans over, crossing his arms on the door frame. "What are you doing here?"
"Hey pretty. I missed you."
Marik's smile turns shy and he glances down at my lap, blushing. "Really?"
"Really. What are you doing today?"
"I've had nothing planned. Why?" I take Marik's hand and kiss his finger tips, closing my eyes, then taking his index finger into my mouth, I gently trail my tongue up and down his smooth finger. He gasps and I let his finger go, opening my eyes. Marik is flushed and panting, looking just about as aroused as someone can get. "Though that doesn't answer my question, I'm not really complaining."
I laugh and lean forward, kissing my... My what? I let him go and smile. "I was wondering if you'd like to go see a movie with me."
"Like, a date?"
I nod. "Yeah, like a date."
"Marik?" A soft voice says.
Marik turns around and waves. "Hi Ryou-chan! C'mere, I want you to meet someone."
The prince approaches the car slowly, smiling at me. "Hullo, I assume that you are Malik, correct?" I nod, feeling the urge to jump up and bow, but he'd probably think of me as crazy should I do that. "I'm Ryou."
"Hullo Ryou-san."
"I trust that you'll take good care of Marik, Malik-san?"
I nod again. "Of course."
"So, are you two boyfriends, or lovers, or what?" Marik and I glance at each other, neither of us speaking. "Well?"
"I would gladly make Marik my lover, though I'm not too sure Marik's take on it."
Marik blushes, casting his gaze downward, making Ryou-sama giggle. "Now that I've set you thinking, I need to get home. Bye Marik, love you. It was nice meeting you, Malik."
I smile and Ryou-sama walks off. Marik looks up, still red.
"Really?"
"Fuck the movies, let's go rent something. Hop in."
Marik tilts his head to the side, a very cute gesture, and jumps at me, pushing me back. I end up laying across the front seats, Marik on top of me.
"I'm in. But answer my question. Really?"
I place a hand on the small of Marik's back, pressing his hips close to mine, then I flip us over, settling between Marik's legs, which wrap around my waist. I cradle his face in my hands and place a soft kiss on his lips. This is nice. This is really nice.
Marik whimpers and tugs me back down as I try to sit up, kissing me feircely. My hand travels down his neck to press lightly on the mark that I had put there. Marik breaks the kiss to gasp and let out this little moan.
"Excuse me, Ishtar-kun."
Marik opens his eyes and sits up, almost pushing me off of the seat. "Sensei!"
I groan and turn around. Great, a teacher. I hate teachers. The man is standing with his arms crossed, a frown on his thin lips. "It's not enough that you get into as much trouble as possible during school hours, but then you go and do something like this, right after school?"
I snort. "Something like what?"
"An affair with an older man, that's what. Ishtar-kun is only seventeen, it's not appropriate."
"Yeah, but you only watch over him from the hours of seven to one forty-five. It's two. You have no control over what Marik does."
"He's on school property. Get out of the car, Ishtar-kun, and go to the principal's office."
I slide off of Marik, settling myself back in the driver's seat to stare straight into the man's eyes. "My boyfriend isn't going anywhere with you." I reach under my seat and grab a half-full bottle of Pepsi. "Okay?"
I toss the open bottle at the teacher's head, the step on the gas petal. Marik bursts out laughing as we speed out of the school parking lot.
"You're my new favorite person."
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We browse the horror movies, hands entwined. I'm holding 'House of Wax' in my other hand as Marik searches for 'Hostle', which he heard was a great movie.
"Ryou-chan had it on his computer before it even came out in theatres, and he said that I'd like it, but I haven't had the chance to see it just yet. Oh! Here it is." Marik smiles and grabs the movie. "Old school terror."
We go to the front counter, Marik beeming the whole way. God, this boy is so fucking cute.
The girl (Anzu) at the counter looks like she's sucking on a lemon, and snatches the movies from my hand. "Would you and your little brother like anything else?"
Marik laughs, and I snort. "Brothers?" Marik lets go of my hand and wraps his arms around me, standing on his tip toes to kiss me on the corner of my mouth. "We're not brothers."
The girl makes a face, muttering under her breath. "Fucking homos in my fucking store. Sickos." She tosses the movies and my card back to me. "Have a good fucking day."
Marik glares cooly at the girl, like he's trying to make her head implode by staring at it. "Waitaminute... You, I know you, you little bitch. You're the one who spit at Yuugi when he asked you if you could give him a homework assignment cause he wouldn't date you! Anzu, right? Well, Anzu-chan, you made one of my best friends cry. So I'll tell you what. You even look at any of us wrong I will personally rip out your heart and hang your dead body off of the main bridge." Marik snatches a lollipop from a cup on the counter. "I'd go into more detail, but I have a date. Bye-Bye, Anzu-chan."
The girl looks like she's going to be ill or faint, but she nods and turns away. Marik smiles and turns back to me. I pin the boy against the counter and kiss him softly. "That was great."
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I wasn't sure if this was gonna be more than one chapter, but then I decided that I wanted to do something funny but cute and romantic. With a dash of crazy bishie boys, of course. ^.^
Marik slips out of my car and closes the door, grinning at me.
"Bye, Malik... When will I see you again?"
I take out my cell phone and toss it at the beauty. "Programme your number into it, and I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"
Marik leans over and does as he is told, handing the phone back to me when he's done.
"Thanks, pretty."
He stands and I jump out of the car, sliding over the hood to capture Marik around the waist, hugging him to my chest.
"No good night kiss from my pretty little jailbait?"
"Malik! My sister might see!"
I chuckle and hold my beauty closer, nuzzling the mark on the side of his neck. 'Mine,' the beast inside of me growls. "What's so bad about your sister knowing, my pretty?"
"I don't know how she feels about gay people, Malik. I know that she really has nothing against them, but I don't know how she'll react if her little brother perfers kissing other guys. I don't want to dissapoint her."
I frown and release Marik, raising an eyebrow. "How could she ever be dissapointed by someone like you?"
"I think that she'd like me to carry on our pure Egyptian blood-line."
"I have pure Egyptian blood in me, if it's any consolation."
"So you'll have my children?"
"Hm, maybe if you treat me to a nice little strip-tease..."
Marik laughs and wraps his arms around my torso, making me smirk.
"What if your sister sees?"
"I'm just hugging a friend good night."
I kiss him on his cheek and smile warmly. "Go on, pretty, we don't want you getting into trouble."
"Good night, Malik. I'll talk to you later."
"Night pretty."
I lean against my car, watching until Marik is safely inside his house before diving back into the car and taking out my cell phone.
It rings twice, then a gruff voice answers. "What, Malik?"
I chuckle. "Hey, Bakura, you sound happy."
"I'm hanging around in a tree outside of the prince's bedroom watching him undress. Fuck! He's gorgeous..." Bakura growls.
"Why don't you take a break before you jump the poor boy? I'll come by a bring some coffee, I can tell you about my night."
"Fine, just... Hurry."
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I make myself comfortable in the tree, leaning back and smirking at Bakura, who downs his coffee like a fiend. The prince is in his room, dressed in a big black tee-shirt, lying on the ground and toying with a broken laptop.
"So, what'd you do tonight? Or rather, who, cause you're never this happy unless you get laid."
"I didn't do anyone, Bakura. I met someone amazing though. His name is Marik and he's got these big lavender eyes and the prettiest lips ever. He's Egyptian, and Mai- that little bitch- brought him to the night club to give him to Hakkotsu, of all the mother-fucking bastards there. She left him at the bar and he called me beautiful in Hieratic, then we left- after I almost decided to kill Hakkotsu- and went to a coffee place. God Bakura, that kid kisses like a dream!"
"So you have a new toy. You've never been this happy about them before."
I scowl at my friend. "He's not a toy, Bakura. I'm not too sure what he is to me just yet, but I know that he is anything but a toy."
Bakura smiles at me, shaking his head. "You are such a sap, Malik. You're fucking crazy and need serious help, but you're still a sap."
I'm about to snap at him about his romantic notions, but inside the house, a phone rings and we both jump and turn to listen.
The prince stands up, showing some leg, and answers the phone.
"Ello?... Oh, hi love. Yeah, what's up? Of course you can come over, you're always welcome in my home. You still have the key I made you, right? Yeah. Be safe. Love you too."
Ryou-sama hangs up the phone and returns to his machine. Bakura sighs and lays his head down on a branch, and I feel bad. Who knew that Ryou-sama was involved with someone?
"I've heard him talk with that same person twice, and I have no clue who it is. Do you know how much I want this boy, Malik? And then I find out that he has a lover. I'm going crazy here."
"Hey, 'Kura, Ryou-sama doesn't even know you exist, if he ever meets you, that lover of his won't stand a chance. Maybe he doesn't even have a lover. He's British. Don't they call everyone love?"
"Yeah, and they always say 'I love you' to telemarketers."
We sit in silence for a while, Bakura, still in his emo state of mind, picking idly at the bark of the tree. Then Ryou-sama's door swings open and our attention is quickly turned to the figure walking into the room. I give a little gasp and grab Bakura's hand.
"'Kura! That's Marik, the kid I was telling you about. He's not Ryou-sama's lover..."
Inside of the room, Marik dances over to Ryou and catches him in an embrace. "Ryou-chan! I had the best night ever!"
Ryou-sama laughs and shakes his head. "Oh? And you haven't been arrested? It's a sign of the Apocolypse, love."
"Oh, shut up, I met this guy--"
"Oooooh, a guy! What's his name?"
"Malik."
"And I'm guessing that he's the one who gave you that lovely little mark on your neck?"
Marik gasps and slaps a hand over the mark that I had put there, slowly turning pink. "I-I... Uh... There's a mark?!"
"You made out with a man that you just met? Marik, you little strumpet!"
Marik sighs and plops down onto the bed, unbuttoning the purple vest that he is wearing and slipping it off. My eyes go wide and all I really want to do is carry the boy off and fuck him through my mattress. His body is slim, with the barest hint of muscle, and the most beautiful shade of gold.
"Ryou-chan! You know that I have serious issues with meeting people, and this incredibly beautiful guy comes along and actually wants to get to know me. He even asked if he could kiss me, Ryou-chan! He didn't try to pressure me into anything."
Ryou-sama sits down next to his shirtless friend and offers him a sad little smile. "I know how hard it is, love, I do. And it's great that you've met a guy that you like. Just... Be careful, okay? I don't want you getting hurt like you did with Ajari-san."
"I don't think that Malik is like Ajari, Ryou-chan. I'm pretty sure of it. But what about you, Ryou-chan? You never go out with anyone, and you keep your love life a secret."
"My love life is no secret, Marik. It's non-existant, that's what it is. And don't you say anything about me meeting people." Marik closes his mouth and pouts. "I'm sorta hoping that someone will just appear one morning and I'll fall in love with them." Ryou-sama yawns and lays back next to Marik. The blonde boy curls around his small friend, holding him tightly.
"Good night, Ryou-chan. You're prince charming will come eventually."
"I hope so. I really do."
The boy claps and the lights click off, leaving Bakura and I in darkness.
"Some interesting developments right here, 'Kura."
"Shut up, Malik."
"I wonder if Marik would like being called my lover."
"Shut up."
"Maybe you should appear to your hot little charge. I'm sure if you rescue him, he'll like you as much as you like him."
Bakura leans forward, grabbing my foot and flipping me out of the tree. I land on my feet, laughing.
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I sit in my car, idly tapping at the steering wheel, waiting for Marik to get out of school. I'm not a stalker, I swear. The boy entrances me, beautiful and young and oh so human.
I lean my head against the steering wheel, sighing. I've never really felt like this towards a person before. I had incredibly vivid dreams of the boy last night, passionate, beautiful, loving sex. No one has ever made me this horny either.
A shrill bell rings and I look up. Students pour out of the school, laughing and talking animatedly. About five minutes after the innitial wave, a small group of students comes out of the school, Marik among them. I smile and take in his uniform. He is wearing the navy blue jacket, but he's not wearing the issued pants. The leather hugs his hips, and his purple cami-top has writing across it. I chuckle. What a little rebel. He grins at something that a short kid who looks uncannily like Yami says and turns like he is aware that I'm staring at him. He catches my eye and his little grin turns into a big smile.
"Malik!" He runs up to my car and leans over, crossing his arms on the door frame. "What are you doing here?"
"Hey pretty. I missed you."
Marik's smile turns shy and he glances down at my lap, blushing. "Really?"
"Really. What are you doing today?"
"I've had nothing planned. Why?" I take Marik's hand and kiss his finger tips, closing my eyes, then taking his index finger into my mouth, I gently trail my tongue up and down his smooth finger. He gasps and I let his finger go, opening my eyes. Marik is flushed and panting, looking just about as aroused as someone can get. "Though that doesn't answer my question, I'm not really complaining."
I laugh and lean forward, kissing my... My what? I let him go and smile. "I was wondering if you'd like to go see a movie with me."
"Like, a date?"
I nod. "Yeah, like a date."
"Marik?" A soft voice says.
Marik turns around and waves. "Hi Ryou-chan! C'mere, I want you to meet someone."
The prince approaches the car slowly, smiling at me. "Hullo, I assume that you are Malik, correct?" I nod, feeling the urge to jump up and bow, but he'd probably think of me as crazy should I do that. "I'm Ryou."
"Hullo Ryou-san."
"I trust that you'll take good care of Marik, Malik-san?"
I nod again. "Of course."
"So, are you two boyfriends, or lovers, or what?" Marik and I glance at each other, neither of us speaking. "Well?"
"I would gladly make Marik my lover, though I'm not too sure Marik's take on it."
Marik blushes, casting his gaze downward, making Ryou-sama giggle. "Now that I've set you thinking, I need to get home. Bye Marik, love you. It was nice meeting you, Malik."
I smile and Ryou-sama walks off. Marik looks up, still red.
"Really?"
"Fuck the movies, let's go rent something. Hop in."
Marik tilts his head to the side, a very cute gesture, and jumps at me, pushing me back. I end up laying across the front seats, Marik on top of me.
"I'm in. But answer my question. Really?"
I place a hand on the small of Marik's back, pressing his hips close to mine, then I flip us over, settling between Marik's legs, which wrap around my waist. I cradle his face in my hands and place a soft kiss on his lips. This is nice. This is really nice.
Marik whimpers and tugs me back down as I try to sit up, kissing me feircely. My hand travels down his neck to press lightly on the mark that I had put there. Marik breaks the kiss to gasp and let out this little moan.
"Excuse me, Ishtar-kun."
Marik opens his eyes and sits up, almost pushing me off of the seat. "Sensei!"
I groan and turn around. Great, a teacher. I hate teachers. The man is standing with his arms crossed, a frown on his thin lips. "It's not enough that you get into as much trouble as possible during school hours, but then you go and do something like this, right after school?"
I snort. "Something like what?"
"An affair with an older man, that's what. Ishtar-kun is only seventeen, it's not appropriate."
"Yeah, but you only watch over him from the hours of seven to one forty-five. It's two. You have no control over what Marik does."
"He's on school property. Get out of the car, Ishtar-kun, and go to the principal's office."
I slide off of Marik, settling myself back in the driver's seat to stare straight into the man's eyes. "My boyfriend isn't going anywhere with you." I reach under my seat and grab a half-full bottle of Pepsi. "Okay?"
I toss the open bottle at the teacher's head, the step on the gas petal. Marik bursts out laughing as we speed out of the school parking lot.
"You're my new favorite person."
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We browse the horror movies, hands entwined. I'm holding 'House of Wax' in my other hand as Marik searches for 'Hostle', which he heard was a great movie.
"Ryou-chan had it on his computer before it even came out in theatres, and he said that I'd like it, but I haven't had the chance to see it just yet. Oh! Here it is." Marik smiles and grabs the movie. "Old school terror."
We go to the front counter, Marik beeming the whole way. God, this boy is so fucking cute.
The girl (Anzu) at the counter looks like she's sucking on a lemon, and snatches the movies from my hand. "Would you and your little brother like anything else?"
Marik laughs, and I snort. "Brothers?" Marik lets go of my hand and wraps his arms around me, standing on his tip toes to kiss me on the corner of my mouth. "We're not brothers."
The girl makes a face, muttering under her breath. "Fucking homos in my fucking store. Sickos." She tosses the movies and my card back to me. "Have a good fucking day."
Marik glares cooly at the girl, like he's trying to make her head implode by staring at it. "Waitaminute... You, I know you, you little bitch. You're the one who spit at Yuugi when he asked you if you could give him a homework assignment cause he wouldn't date you! Anzu, right? Well, Anzu-chan, you made one of my best friends cry. So I'll tell you what. You even look at any of us wrong I will personally rip out your heart and hang your dead body off of the main bridge." Marik snatches a lollipop from a cup on the counter. "I'd go into more detail, but I have a date. Bye-Bye, Anzu-chan."
The girl looks like she's going to be ill or faint, but she nods and turns away. Marik smiles and turns back to me. I pin the boy against the counter and kiss him softly. "That was great."
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