Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Stuck On You ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Stuck On You

byRhapsody Moonschild and Tat Claire Kokoro

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CHAPTER FIVE (by Rhapsody)

Marik's POV

Owww.

Yeah, this is just WONDERFUL. I have a bookshelf and a pharaoh on my back. That's comfortable.

"Gerroff me pharaoh!!!" I yell, among other unprintable things. My dictionary (thank you SO much for your old books, Light) is pressing into my spine.

The pharaoh gets off the bookcase. That removes some weight, but not much because the pharaoh is so damn thin. But now I can scramble out from underneath. I turn and give the finger to the inanimate object.

"You okay?" Pharaoh asks stupidly; I give him a watered-down version of my usual glare. Why I'm going soft on him I don't know.

I will NOT give in to that Ra-be-damned Voice. I WON'T.

"I'm all right," I mutter as he offers a hand to help me up. But he doesn't move his hand, and after a moment I take it to help myself up.

The room spins for a moment and I clutch the pharaoh's arm a little tighter than I would like until the ground establishes itself. Thank YOU so much for the textbook on Egypt that's half-wrong anyway, Light. (It hit me in the head.)

But the good thing about being a spirit is that I heal quickly, even more quickly than the pharaoh would because I give my light some of the pain. Or try to anyway. Our link isn't functioning right now, I realize, as my headache blooms. That's gonna leave a mark. Damn.

"Marik, are you all right?" the pharaoh asks again uncertainly, but I don't feel like dealing with him now and the attraction mess so I stagger to my bed, growling, "Leave me alone." He actually does, remaining in the midst of the fallen books, wearing a puzzled, almost hurt expression.

Crap, have I upset him? The blood pounds in my temples-I have no time for this.

"MARIK!" the pharaoh yells and I turn to scream at him for making my head hurt worse when I feel another sharp pain on the back of my neck and the world dissolves.

Ow, what is that? Sandpaper? Why is my stupid light rubbing sandpaper on my face?

When I open my eyes it is to see Yami-neko perched on my chest, licking my face. He meows worriedly as I come to.

"Shit, what happened?" I groan. I feel as if my brain should be strewn across someone's windshield right now.

The cat steps daintily off my chest and noses at something lying next to me in the bed. I move my head a little to see and colors explode across my vision. When the room is more or less back to normal I take a look.

It is the Rod, my Sennen Rod. Injured by my own weapon! It must have fallen off its shelf and onto my head. Wonderful. Just WONDERFUL. Wonderfully embarrassing.

Idly I wonder where Yami's Puzzle is-he's certainly not wearing it, though he's still got that buckle around his neck. Fluffy.

I snicker a little and my ribs complain. The bookshelf had hit them as well. Damn.

It is NOT a good day.

Yami-neko butts his head against my side to get my attention and I nearly grab him and wring his puny neck right then. My ribs HURT, you idiot!

"Meow?" he inquires.

"Yeah, I'm absolutely the PICTURE of health," I growl back.

"Mew?!" This time he's surprised and I am too when I realize what I've done-actually interpreted his meows into words. Odd, I thought none of the shadow powers are working… but then again, I don't remember that yami power.

Oh well. I turn my head away from my sadistically golden Rod, that simple effort causing me to see colors I've never had a name for. I've definitely got a concussion.

Damn it all to hell! I want OUT of this room, AWAY from this pharaoh, and no more PAIN.

<No luck,> the Voice whispers in my mind, amused, but is gone before I can reply. Yeah, thanks, you're a BIG help.

Yami-neko merows softly and I move only my eyes-not moving my head again to look into his expectant slitted-violet orbs. Gently he climbs onto my chest and settles himself. He stares at me for a while, to make sure I'm not going to pull him off, but that would expend more energy than it's worth.

His paw comes up and I'm about to scream at him for clawing me but he just pats my face once, claws sheathed. "Merowow," he says. Sorry, it's my fault.

Yeah, it is, that idiot. It's his fault that I'm stuck here on this bed unmoving with sore ribs and a concussion, and I'm about to tell him that but he rubs his face on my jaw. His fur is soft. Then he settles down, clearly ready for a nap.

I know that when we awaken he'll probably be human and sharing my bed AGAIN, but I'm too pissed with pain to care. I'm also tired. I know you're not supposed to fall asleep with a concussion, but screw that. I've got a cat on my chest and no need to move, and lint-watching involves too much movement.

I let myself sleep.