Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Stuck On You ❯ Chapter 12 ( Chapter 12 )

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CHAPTER TWELVE (by Tat)

Marik's POV

Damn it!

Why did I tell him?

Why did I tell that idiotic pharaoh about my past?

I didn't want to relive that moment again. Remembering hurt, but retelling my angsty
tale reopened a deep wound.

When Yami asked me, "Haven't you ever cried? Tell me about it...," my first reaction
was to lie of course. He was probably going to laugh his head off about it, or make a
snide remark.

But he pried and prodded 'til my mouth ran. It felt better to let it all out, these
emotional scars I carry.

And then, with my tale told, he took me in his arms, trying once again to explain this
'happiness thing' that's supposed to be love.

I still don't understand it that much, when I think love, sex comes to mind. And vice
versa.

But I nodded, I said I understood. A lie.

I crane my head back, silently watching Yami's sleeping form. His hair is slightly
mussed, and arms wrapped around me loosely.

I sigh, bored, and glance at the window, hoping, wishing for an escape.

Then it clicks. Bakura mentioned ALL the DOORS OUT are sealed. The tomb robber said
nothing about windows.

A grin appeared on my lips. I pull myself from Yami's grip, then tiptoe to the window.

Just as I thought! It opens and I take in the fresh air. I'd never believe I would be
so glad to hear those noisy birds.

"What are you doing, Marik?" Yami mumbles sleepily.

"I found a way out."

I hear him jump out of bed and within seconds he is beside me, all dressed and ready
for his escape.

He is about to hop out but I grab him by his shirt. "Hold it. I gotta get dressed too."

Patiently he waits until I'm dressed. We both balance our feet on the window, counting
down.

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

"Bonzai!!!!!" we both cry as we took the risky jump. We don't exactly land on our feet,
more like on our bums.

But at least we don't break any bones.

"We have to find Yugi," Yami declared.

I blink, wondering why finding that squirt would be his first priority, but I ask no
questions and go along with him

*

"Not at the Gameshop?" I raise my eyebrow at the pharaoh.

Mournfully he shakes his head. "What if Bakura...?"

"Bakura is murderous..." I begin, "but he won't hurt Yugi." I pat his back.

"What do you mean?" Yami asked, eyes locked on mine.

"Eh..." Crap! I slipped! I'm NOT supposed to give away Bakura's secret.

Better try my luck with a cheesy excuse. "Oh... he may act evil... but he's actually
a real sweetheart." I laugh nervously.

"Usotsuki!*"

((*Liar!))

"No I'm not!" I squeak. Ra! This is way too OOC of me to bear.

"Tell me."

"Iie."

"Yes."

"No."

"Hai!"

"Iie!!"

"Teeeellll meeeeeeeeee," he drawls out.

My lips quiver, yearning to tell Bakura's secret. I can't... not to a 'fre-nmy'
(friend/enemy).

*Go on!* I can hear Set whisper in my ear. *Tell! Tell!*

*No! Don't do it!* the goddess Isis pleas. *You can't tell-mph!!!*

Set has stuck an apple in her mouth. *Marik, squeal! Look what he did to you! He set
you up with that... buffoon!* He points at Yami.

I consider. "Sounds good." Instantly the god and goddess went poof.

"Well?" Yami raises a dignified eyebrow.

"Bakura and Yugi...," my face lit with mirth, "...are lovers."