Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Stuck On You ❯ Chapter 13 ( Chapter 13 )

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN (by Rhapsody)

Yami's POV

"Bakura and Yugi... are lovers."

I cannot move, cannot speak. My crimson eyes must be as large as Yugi's now.

Yugi--

No way. NO WAY.

"Excuse me?" I say with a cough. Surely I've misheard.

"I wasn't supposed to tell..." Marik says with a self-satisfied smile. "Bakura told me
you'd react like this." From the tone of his voice he is amused.

I curse. There is no way... My lips move but I cannot speak. Marik obviously takes
it as request for explanation.

"Well..." he says, "first he liked Ryou. But, well... Bakura won't let anyone date
his hikari unless he approves of them. And if he approves of them..."

I still can't find words for my shock.

Marik's smile seems to widen. He's not very good at being sympathetic.

"Come on, I'll take you over to Bakura's house," he suggests and takes my hand. When
he tugs me forward somehow I remember how to walk and we go.

*

The more shocked I appear the more cheerful Marik becomes, and it's really starting to
get on my nerves. Inwardly I wonder why finding Yugi is the first thing I want to do
and why the HELL can't Marik be sympathetic?!

Knock knock!!!

Marik pounds on Bakura's door, possibly cracking the weak wood. After a minute a soft
voice calls, "Just a minute!" and Ryou opens the door.

He looks at my stunned face and Marik's catlike grin and shakes his head.

"You told him, didn't you?" he asks the tan blonde. Marik nods. Ryou sighs and moves
from the doorway, gesturing that we should come in.

"Bakura!" he calls down the dim hallway. "You have visitors!" And then to us, "He's in
the den."

My shell-shocked visage takes in stupid little details as we move down the hallway--the
fading wallpaper in the entryway, the knife marks punctuating the paper, Marik's cool
hand on my arm...

"Who is it?" Bakura asks gruffly. Ryou walks in before us and shakes his head, not
deigning to speak. And slowly we follow him.

Tomb-robber's pale fingers laced with those of my hikari's, the comfortable ease of their
closeness, Yugi on Bakura's lap--Yugi's other hand resting in the silver strands at the
nape of Bakura's neck, Bakura's hand on the small of Yugi's back.

I actually grab Marik's arm and squeeze it for support. I think I've forgotten how to
breathe.

"Hi, Yami," Yugi says quietly.

"Kisama*!" Bakura spits out over Yugi's head at Marik. "You told!"

((*Er... means bastard.))

"Pharaoh's going to kick your butt," Marik says in a knowledgeable tone and frees himself
from my grip, stepping back a little. Cool metal in my palm--I force my eyes from the
scene and find that Marik has given me his knife.

For a wild moment I actually consider using it, then I gasp a couple times and throw the
knife into the carpet. Neither the tomb-robber nor his hikari stir, apparently used to
knife damage around the house.

"What are you thinking?!" I ask, looking from Marik to Yugi and back again. "What are
you thinking?"

"Who are you asking?" Ryou queries in a quiet, reasonable tone. Sets me back a second
as I try to answer the question.

"I--I--"

I feel rather than see the Shadow Magic from Bakura's hand and as the nausea hits me I
stagger back--and land on my paws.

Crap. Double crap.

"Baku-koi, that wasn't very nice!" Yugi scolds from somewhere that seems far away, but
he doesn't seem too upset.

"Yami makes a cute cat," Ryou actually SAYS to me, and moves as if to pick me up, but
Marik gives him a Look and grabs me himself.

I hiss long and loudly at Bakura, who seems quite amused. I squirm to get out of Marik's
arms, to no avail. Though I do make him swear because of the sharpness of my claws.

"Why'd you do that?" he asks the tomb-robber. Bakura shrugs. Yugi pokes him in the
side--not hard, and Bakura laughs. The tomb-robber is ticklish?

WHO CARES?!? TURN ME BACK!!!

Marik strokes me between my ears and I feel a twinge of annoyance through the pleasurable
sensation.

I am going to get that tomb-robber whatever I do.