Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Stuck On You ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Stuck On You

byRhapsody Moonschild and Tat Claire Kokoro

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CHAPTER FOUR (by Rhapsody)

Yami's POV

Something feels wrong. Simply wrong. Normally being seen naked by that psycho would not cause… this weird feeling. Normally I'd be slightly embarrassed but more annoyed than anything.

And what's with losing my clothes so suddenly? Where have they gone? And what can I wear if I might turn into a cat with no warning? I settle for pulling his blanket up over the lower half of my body, which Marik doesn't seem to think is a very good idea, judging by the indignant look he gives me. But I'm not going to back down, and he turns away to rail at the voice in his head some more.

I'm not sure if this voice is the one we heard earlier or just more proof that he's psychotic and I really don't care. I want to LEAVE this room. I've got cabin fever already. What's he do all day anyway, watch lint?

I stare up at the ceiling and watch the lint in boredom until Marik suddenly stops yelling. I look over to see him watching me curiously.

"What?" I ask, noticing how bright his amethyst eyes are against his tanned skin.

There's that weird feeling again… Why do I care what he looks like?

"What are you doing?" he asks, voice curious and slightly belligerent.

"Nothing," I shrug. What's his problem?

"Watching the lint, ne?"

"Do you do that often?" I inquire dryly. No wonder he's crazy, he had plenty of time for neuroses.

"Yeah…" he answers and lies back on the bed next to me. I can feel his body heat and my face heats in response.

Okay, I should be disgusted by his nearness, so why is it becoming hard to concentrate on the lint? I should be able to ignore him.

The Voice laughs in my head. <This is moving along quickly than we expected…>

<Who's 'we'?> I ask silently. I wouldn't reply out loud and look like an idiot.

<You haven't figured out what's happening to you yet…> the Voice replies, not answering my question.

<What is it then?> I inquire, not expecting an answer.

<You're attracted to him, of course.>

Attracted?! I squash that thought and forcefully ignore the Voice. Back to lint-watching. There goes one floating down… loops in lazy circles… lands on Marik's neck. He's got a nice neck-

Dammit. Stupid Voice.

I sneak a surreptitious glance at my companion and find him glancing surreptitiously at me. We both look away, embarrassed.

Dammit again. So it's working both ways…

This guy is crazy. He tried to kill you! I remind myself, but that doesn't change a thing. My brain is more focused on the line of his jaw, the curve of his earlobe…

"Damn," Marik echoes sullenly. "I HATE that VOICE."

"Won't leave me alone either…" I admit.

He cusses a little more, and then falls silent. The next time I look at him there's mischief in his eyes. Not good for pharaoh…

Nervously I watch the lint, eyeing him from the corner of my eye. But he moves too quickly-

I feel leather and a cold clasp around my neck, and also warm hands.

"What did you do to me?!" I insist when he doesn't let me go. I look up and he just grins.

So I reach up and finger my neck… He put my buckle on it. The one with the 'Fluffy' tag. I growl a little in annoyance and try to free my neck from his grasp, but pause in the middle, my fingers laced around his. My breathing is a little uneven as I notice how close, exactly, we are. I lean up a little to study his face again, but before I can react there are lips on mine.

Whoa. What's he doing? The sane part of my brain wonders a little fuzzily but though it's hard to admit I like this. I LIKE his kiss. I feel his tongue against my lips and am happy to oblige.

When we break to breathe my suspicion kicks in again and I bolt out of his bed and grab at the door again. It doesn't open-DAMN-and once more I realize how exposed I am and cower a little, trying to cover myself.

On the bed Marik looks as shocked as I am, I notice, and the sort of shock that leads to violence. He gets off and moves toward me angrily…

Nausea, poof, and meow again. I climb the nearest object, a large, almost-empty bookcase, and sit myself on top of it, out of Marik's reach. He growls in frustration.

"Come DOWN here PHARAOH!"

I decline by giving him a not-listening look and scratching with my hind foot at that itchy buckle. Darn it, it won't come off… I worry at it with my teeth and it jingles. Marik laughs a little.

"Cat-boy, if you come down here you're dead meat, unnerstand?"

I give him another look that cats are good at and wash my fur without thinking too hard of the nastiness of it. He can't get me, nanana…

There is silence for a moment and then the bookcase rocks a little. I dig my claws in, alarmed, as a tanned hand appears on the top of the bookcase. Marik swears a little and the bookcase remains unsteady.

"Can't climb any further…" he grunts, annoyed. "Com'ere, Yami-neko…"

I smile a cat-smile and with precise delicacy I stick a set of claws into his hand. He howls and the hand is quickly removed from MY territory on top of the bookcase. There is colorful language, mixed Egyptian and Japanese, detailing non-devout things to do to Bastet's own and impossible things to do to anyone's anatomy.

I myew in amusement. This actually isn't so bad anymore…

And so of course poof, nausea, and there I am in human form again, clinging precariously to the top of the bookcase.

Damn.

Let me OUT of this room!!!