Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Stuck On You ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

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CHAPTER SEVEN (by Rhapsody)

Yami's POV

Erp. I swallow and realize what a vulnerable position I'm in. I've been caught...
er, in the act... with Marik. If Bakura tells anyone, then who knows what they would do?
My hikari would freak out, and he's not the only one.

"Erm..." Bakura says, his jaw still gaping. Marik burrows deeper under the covers like
he's trying to hide. But in a moment Bakura smiles.

He only smiles when he's about to hurt someone, I know. My stomach drops through the
floor.

"Well, well. We were wondering what was going on... Though I don't think that Malik or
I would have expected this," he says casually.

Marik jerks up. "MALIK is behind this?!" His eyes narrow and fill with a homicidal
rage. I grab his hand and stroke his palm, leaving him unable to leap up and kill
someone without making it too obvious what I'm doing.

"Should we just leave you alone for a while longer then?" Bakura smiles in an evil glee.

"I want to go home," I request respectfully, though I am a little reluctant to leave
such a wonderful lover behind. I rest my chin on his shoulder.

"So soon?" Marik whispers in my ear. His voice sends tingles down my spine. Then he
turns back to Bakura and stiffens.

"Why did you do this?!" he demands.

Bakura's smile widens. "It amused us. And Malik figured that if you found a significant
other, you wouldn't beat on him so much."

"Weakling light," Marik growls to himself.

"Well, is he right?" Bakura asks in a mocking tone. And before I can react, Marik leaps
at the tomb-robber. It is over almost before I can blink. Marik is sitting on the other yami's stomach,
holding a switchblade to his pale neck, and with the other hand pinning Bakura's knife
uselessly to the floor. If Marik moves just a little he'd slit Bakura's throat, but
Bakura shows no fear in his eyes, lips bared in an animalistic snarl.

"No, he's wrong," Marik spits in the other's face and returns to his feet with a single
graceful moment that leaves his foot pressed into Bakura's sternum. The tomb-robber gasps
a little for breath and doesn't move, which is what I think Marik probably intends.

"You want to go so soon?" he asks me with a pouting, sexy look and I am suddenly aware
he still isn't wearing any clothes.

"My light is probably wondering where I am," I say distractedly, not really caring right
now what Yugi is doing.

"Aww, just use your mind-link, say you're fine, and we can get back to what we were
doing..."

He licks his lips and I want to kiss him so badly. But I pull my brain out of the
gutter. A true relationship is not based entirely on sex.

"Come home with me," I suggest. "We were planning a picnic when I..."

And here I pause. I don't recall how exactly I became a cat and came here. It's a good
question.

"How did I get here?" I ask aloud, not really expecting an answer, but Marik shoves his
heel into the tomb-robber's throat and growls, "Answer him!"

Bakura gasps for breath. I doubt he can answer if he wants to, but still no fear shows
in his eyes. One must admire his courage--or perhaps it's stupidity. Whichever.

"Marik," I say gently, "he can't breathe."

Marik grunts and moves his foot back to the silvery-haired one's ribcage so Bakura may
reply.

"Yugi," he gasps out first, which sends a chill down my spine. With a quick movement my
foot joins Marik's and I press harder. Bakura gasps a little, and his eyes dilate. Still
no fear, but if he's done anything to my hikari he'll know both fear and pain.

"What did you do to Yugi?" I snarl. Marik shoots me a surprised yet approving look. It's
not often I'm so aggressive.

"Nothing!!!" Bakura insists quickly. "His... plan. His and Malik and me."

YUGI was trying to set me up with a NUTCASE who tried to MURDER me?! Phrased that way I
wonder if I am sane myself to have sex with him. Oh well, debate that later.

"Go on," I growl. I note with satisfaction that Bakura is beginning to look scared. Good.
The more frightened he is the easier it will be to get him to talk.

"I turned you into a cat with Yugi's consent, 'n Malik gave you to his yami. Then I
sealed the door."

"Who was the Voice?" Marik asks, his voice promising pain to its owner. Bakura remains
silent. Marik lifts his foot to kick the tomb-robber, but Bakura decides to talk.

"It was me, okay? Now lemme go!!!"

I feel a little pity (only a little) for the tomb-robber and remove my foot. I give
Marik a look suggesting he do the same, and with reluctance he does.

In an instant Bakura is out the door and descending the stairs at such a speed that I
can hear him trip and fall down half of them. A loud expletive floats up to us, and then
the door slams. There is silence for a moment as Marik and I gaze at each other.

Then I begin to laugh, and he does too. He has a nice laugh, deep and almost rusty with
disuse. When we silence he says, "So about this picnic..."

"You know, outdoorsy stuff, trees, birds, rusty playground... Yugi loves that sort of
thing. I told him I'd go. You game?"

"Sure," Marik says with a shrug. He tosses me something to wear and we dress. I follow
him downstairs and to the door. He turns the knob and--

The knob doesn't turn. It won't turn.

In a panic I pull on it. It comes off in my hand but still the door won't open.

"F' you," the Voice, a.k.a. Bakura, whispers in our heads, and I know that we're stuck
once again.