Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Regret ❯ Regret-Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

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The rest of the plane trip was spent in silence as they soon arrived and took of sailing Ryou avoiding Marik at all costs hiding somewhere below deck while Marik practically cooked in his own frustration.

The nerve of him, thought Marik, to treat me like I am some pansy ass priest who says the world is at peace and harmony while he is feeling up a six year old boy's dick, claiming to pray. I am not like them, Marik told himself as he headed for the pool house on the yacht. I actually care about Ryou, but what am I doing wrong. Marik searched through his mind, trying to figure out what all Ryou had said to him. He decided to take a swim in the pool house, it always helped him think.

Ryou sighed getting tired of being inside as he decide the fresh air might do him some good, maybe clear his head. He stepped outside getting goose bumps when the cold air touched his skin, but liked it; it contrasted with the humidity, which made it nice. He looked up at the stars; they were away from the city lights and such so they could be easily seen. Ryou sighed as he walked, it would have been so romantic if he was here with someone he actually loved, he stopped when came across the pool house. Ryou couldn't help but stare a moment as Marik swam, he wasn't an unattractive guy really...Ryou shook his head 'what the hell am I saying?' he asked himself as he felt the heat rise up in his cheeks...'why a I blushing?' he thought as he walked away trying to get his thoughts in order. Marik kept on swimming, relishing the cold water as it caressed his body, and at the same time wishing it was Ryou. Why does he think I don't love him, Marik asked himself. I have done what I think should be done. I have given him security, gotten his father a job, given him everything he could ever want, and still what do I get? A cold slap in the face every time I try to come near. Who the hell needs that, he asked, purposely driving through the water with more force. Then Marik began to slow and doggie paddle in the water, remembering what Ryou had said to him last night.

"You cannot force someone to love you...love doesn't work that way...I will never love it, the only times you have ever touched me gently was last night when you stopped."

Ryou stopped to think a moment…

"He did stop…" Ryou said aloud.

Ryou starting biting his lower lip upon remembrance, of what he said last night to Marik…he wished Marik could understand that there is more to loving than just sex, there's the emotional part too, something Ryou craved more than anything. His father was away all the time and his mother was dead, he wanted emotional commitment in a relationship so that he could confide in someone, maybe relive some of the stress of being alone in life. Marik wasn't like that though, Ryou didn't even know if Marik truly cared or if he just said he loved him to toy around with his emotions…it didn't matter though, Ryou was practically miserable as it was a t the moment anyway. He slowly made his way back to 'their' room and curled up in bed wanting to escape if only for a little while in his captors bed. I stopped for him.

He asked me to, Marik thought angrily. So why does he still fear me? He says I am not loving him, that I don't care, but I show it in every way possible. I have given his family work, I have given him clothes, food, that new hero game system the kids all wanted these days. I gave Ryou all of it. So why does he think I am not loving him? Marik pulled himself out of the water, feeling the salty sea breeze against his flesh, and shook his head frustrated. I don't know what else to give him, Marik thought sadly. He is such a lonely little boy, Marik thought. And then Marik's sad face turned up into his devilish smile that made woman and men alike swoon. That's it, he thought, I shall try and talk to him. No, he amended, maybe I will just listen. And with that, he started down below deck, heading for the bedroom.

Ryou awoke to soft hand caressing his cheek; he looked up to see Marik and instinctively drew away from him. Marik eyes were soft, not angry or lustful, so he only drew to the other side of the bed. He didn't know positively but he didn't think Marik would do anything to him, not to mention they were on a boat there were only so many places he could go if he wanted to get away.

"I am so sorry to wake you Ryou, but I have come to ask you if you would come to the deck to me. There are a lot of things I wish to ask about you." And do to you, Marik thought silently to himself. He couldn't help but suppress a groan as he watched Ryou quivering on the other side of the massive bed. "Don't worry," Marik added, "I just want to talk. Nothing more."

Ryou swallowed a bit nervously, he wasn't so sure but he didn't have many options here. He looked at Marik tilting his head to the side

"P-promise?" Ryou asked timidly, afraid to raise that vile temper of Marik's again

"I promise." Marik said softly, silently cursing himself for not getting Ryou to trust him sooner. "I just don't think we have ever had a chance to talk about ourselves, and I would like to know more about you and your family." Marik's voice slowly dropped to a soothing whisper. "Please?" He asked, completely dumbfounded by the word. When in the hell was the last time I said that, he asked himself.

Ryou nodded silently, 'why does he want to know more about me?' Ryou thought as he followed him onto the deck. Ryou sighed wrapping his arms around himself it had gotten colder now, Marik didn't seem bothered by it though. Ryou noticed the slightly confused expression Marik made when he said 'please' Marik probably didn't have to say please to anyone... Marik kept silent at first, trying to think of what to say to Ryou. He stared at the wide-open sky, and the lights from the harbor that were slowly being more distant. Then he looked at Ryou, and knew there was no comparison. Ryou was so much more, more than the stars in the sky, more than the beautiful black water that lapped at the boat. It slowly dawned on Marik that Ryou's teeth were chattering.

"Are you cold?" He asked, and slowly gave Ryou the t-shirt he had hung around his neck. "Here love, we don't want you to catch a cold on your trip" he said as Ryou slowly reached out his trembling hand, and pulled the shirt over his head.

Ryou ran his hands through his hair to smooth it out, when he pulled the t-shirt on if ruffled it and he hated it when his hair was messed up...it sounded very girlish but Ryou didn't care, he liked having long hair and liked taking care of it. He smiled softly to himself; his hair was like his mothers...he shook his mind of that thought looking at Marik.

"Thanks...you wanted to talk?" He asked softly as he usually did

"Tell me, how well do you get along with your parents?" Marik asked, not really meaning it.

What he really wanted to ask Ryou is to get naked, to allow Marik to observe every inch of him. The thought tantalized Marik. Damn, he thought, I had to give him a shirt.

Ryou shrugged, "Okay I guess...dad's always away working and mom...she died when I was five, I don't really have a relationship with either of them...there never around." Ryou said looking away from Marik, he noticed the same want in his eyes again, which raised question on why he gave him the shirt in the first place if he only wanted to have him again.

"Oh. That must be kind of hard." Marik said while thinking, actually, I am somewhat hard. He stifled another groan; frustrated at the situation he had put himself in. He wanted to earn Ryou's trust, so now it looked like he was going to have a severe case of blue balls. Joey is here, he thought. Maybe I could trouble him. That thought out, he asked, "Who did you hang around while your father is away? Before me." Marik hastily added.

"I knew Joey before you employed him, we used to be good friends...I guess he really likes his work." Ryou said and looked at Marik accusingly "Why bring me up here saying you want to talk when its obvious that's not what you have in mind..." Ryou closed his eyes shaking his head "I appreciate the gesture but its easy to tell when someone is trying to be nice...because it should come naturally." Ryou said with a sigh.

"Just for the record though I don't blame you for my father not being around." Ryou paused "He wasn't around before you came into our lives, I look a lot like my mother you see...he never has said it but I know that's why he's not around, all I do is remind him of mom and it's too much for him to handle." Ryou sighed slipping off the shirt and handing it back to Marik not feeling the need to wear it anymore.

"Normal? Normal? Of course, it is not normal for me to be nice. Do you even know who I am?" Marik asked, although there was no rage in his voice, just an unspeakable sadness. "Most people are afraid of me. My name strikes terror in thousands of lives just because of the legends and stories told of me. When I was a kid, my father was never there either. However, he taught me an invaluable lesson, which is this. You will never get ahead in life by waiting for good luck. You will never have anything if you expect it to be handed to you. Take. Take everything you want. Survival of the fittest. We are all animals, Ryou. Nothing but animals." Marik shook his head sadly. "So, you are right. It isn't natural for me to want to know so much about one person. It isn't natural for me to care about anyone. And the only way I know how to show you this is by giving you what I have never gotten. You will never understand how much I have done for you, how much I have done against my nature for you. But I have, knowing no other way to please you." Marik stood silent for a moment, turning his back on Ryou and leaning on the rails. "I can understand why your father is sad to see you." Marik said softly. "Your mother must have been beautiful, and it hurts to lose something that precious."

Ryou disregarded the comment about his mother. "If I will never understand you then why do you insist on wasting your time with me?" Ryou bit his lower lip debating on weather or not he should say anything further but decided it couldn't hurt anything but him "And your father was wrong...you can't just take what you please and expect happiness, you take from me all the time...are you happy?" Ryou asked

"I am not happy if it makes you sad!" Marik exclaimed. "But you like it. I see it in your eyes all the time. I see it now. You are torn because half of you wants to hate me, and the other half wants to love me. You are purposely fighting something that shouldn't be fought. Lust, love, whatever you call it shouldn't be fought!" Marik exclaimed, turning back to face Ryou. "Just because you've never had love is what is making you say no now. It is new, unfamiliar. But that is how I turned up this way. Don't you see? And now I am ready, ready to be loved and to love, and ironically the man I love is just like I used to be!" Marik laughed. "Life is a cruel bitch, I can have everything, except what I want."

Ryou eyes went slightly wide..."I don't fight you because it's unfamiliar, I fight you because I have never had a say so in the matter and...It hurts...I'm not made of steel you know, and I'm not a strong as most guys are..." Ryou sighed sadly looking at Marik curiously "It's like your trying to hurt me sometimes...is that because I remind you of what you used to be...weak, frail..." Ryou trailed off slightly.

"But don't you see? I can make you strong!" Marik told Ryou urgently. "I can help you never to be hurt again. I can teach how to get through your life, to be satisfied the rest of your life. Moreover, I don't think you are as weak as you think you are. You stand up for yourself, which is a lot more than I used to do." Marik said disgustedly, a shadow overcoming his face as he thought back to the countless beatings his father had portrayed on him, claiming they made him stronger. He was right though,

"I don't want to be you Marik...this is who I am and I don't want to change. I want someone to love me for who I am, weakness and all." Ryou said firmly.

"But I do love you for who you are! Do you want to stay weak, scared and alone the rest of your life? Living like some old hermit, lying dead in his hole? That is what is in store for you, Ryou, if you continue to reject everyone who tries to help you, tries to love you. However, maybe that is what you want, isn't it Ryou. You think it would be easier to live, breath, and die alone. If that is truly how you think, then maybe I cannot help you. You are too selfish for your own good."

"If your kind of love is all this world has to offer me then I'd be happy to die alone!" Ryou yelled running back down below angry with Marik for saying such things, he didn't want to be alone but he always has been how he supposed to react to Marik's type of love with happiness? 'No' Ryou thought he's the reason I'm scared and isolated myself from others...I wish I were alone...that way no one could hurt me again.

Marik stared at the dark in the direction Ryou had taken off. Poor boy, he thought sadly, he doesn't even know what he wants. Marik sighed. I guess it is something he will have to figure out for himself, because it's obvious me being nice is just not going to help. "Sir," came a voice from the other side of the boat, "I have the boat on auto now. I think it is safe to say we can all go and rest now." "Ah Joey." Marik said as he started to unbutton his pants, "come here, would ya?"

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