Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Sunday Morning ❯ ch1 ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: maurelle 
To wish upon a star...
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Thriller | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 03.13.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 416 | Status: Work In Progress
To wish upon a star...
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Thriller | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 03.13.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 416 | Status: Work In Progress
Maurelle: This was a little exercise in me keeping in character. I decided to do Marik because he interests me, and his personality is so far from my own.
Yami no Bakura: Plus he has those really hot earrings.
Maurelle: I thought you had Ryou-chan
Yami no Bakura: <.<‘ I can look if I want. Nothing wrong with that. And it is not as if he is in any position to protest.
Maurelle: Point taken.
Yami no Bakura: Well then get started, almighty author.
Maurelle: Your wish is my command, but I am afraid that I have to give out my thanks first.
Yami no Bakura: Well hurry up then.
Maurelle: Special thanks to No Doubt for the inspirational song, and Lady Shrianna for being my beta, and putting up with what I like to call spelling.
*~`~*Sunday Morning*~`~*
Sappy pathetic little me
That was who I used to be
You had me on my knees
~No Doubt
*~`~*Chapter one*~`~*
Marik walked down the snow covered sidewalk, his hands stuffed in the black trench coat he wore. It had been a gift from his sister. To congratulate him on getting rid of his Yami. Snow whirled around him as he stood in the middle of the park. He gazed at his reflection in the iced over pond. He looked like some kind of fallen angel. Fallen angel. That’s what his Yami used to call him. He closed his eyes.
He didn’t tell any one about this ache he had. Like some piece of him, a vital piece, was missing, and it was only a matter of time before he died from the loss of it. How late at night he would roll over and expect to see the eyes of his Yami grinning sadistically at him, or how he would swear that he saw him out of the corner of his eye when he turned corners too fast. No one had seen the part of his Yami that had comforted him. Helped him through life with his father. No, they just saw the part that had attacked them in Battle City.
He continued walking, his head down, deep within himself. He was startled by the street lamps coming on. He looked up at the onyx sky, the stars just beginning to come out. What was that American fairytale? That if you wish upon the first star you see, and wish with all your might, it would come true? Marik looked around the sky until he found a likely star. He closed his eyes and wished with all his might for his Yami. He opened his eyes feeling foolish. Nothing could bring his Yami back. He was by himself.
*~`~*
Somewhere across the universe, a star went out. It sent it’s energy spiraling into space at an unheard of speed. It’s purpose was crystal clear.
*~`~*
Marik awoke from his dream with a start. It had been like hundreds before it. They had started after Battle City. He would find himself discovering his Yami again, and they would embrace, but instead of his Yami, he would find nothing but blackness. A sticky oozing poisonous blackness that surrounded him. It would wind it’s way towards him, determined to have him. He would scream for his Yami to come. To save him. To punish him. To do anything as long as he was with him. But his Yami would never come. He would always awake to find himself alone.
Tears slid gently down copper cheeks, as he cried silently. How his Yami would punish him for them. He bit his lip to keep the sob from escaping his lips. That would be unforgivable. Just because his Yami wasn’t here didn’t mean he should let himself go.
<I am glad we agree.>
Marik bolted straight up in his bed looking around wildly. It could not be. The Pharaoh had banished his Yami. Banished him. A resounding crackle echoed in his head. It sent shivers down his spine, and they were not all from fear. The Yami separated himself from the shadows, the normal smirk more pronounced. His Yami was a distorted reflection of his image, like glass that wasn’t quite clean.
“You’ve let yourself go quite a bit already, you know. Made a fair amount of work for me,” Yami no Marik’s voice was like water to someone who was drowning of thirst. Marik drank the words in greedily. One thing however stuck out to his mind.
“H…How?” Marik asked tossing the covers aside so he could go to his Yami. Yami no Marik ran a hand down the face of his addiction. It was so perfect. Too perfect. He would fix that. He always did.
“How, uchi no Kanraku tenshi [1]? Haven’t you learned by now that the how of things doesn’t really matter? I am here. That’s all that matters,” he pressed down with his nail neatly drawing blood. Marik shuddered as he watched his Yami bring the finger to his lips. So long had he been without this dark forbidden pleasure. He brought his lips to that of his Yami softly. He almost never led. That was for his dark half. He was surprised at the warm reception he received. He explored the mouth he had craved like a daily drug. He let out a groan of surprise as his Yami brought his teeth down just hard enough to draw blood.
Marik felt him hold him possessively, painfully. He let the other’s lips go so he could lick the warm blood that was trickling down his light’s face. Tonight he would savor him. Every inch. Somewhere in the distance, the phone rang. Yami no Marik ignored it, his teeth grazing the supple skin of his other’s neck, his Kanraku tenshi. He growled at the tension in his haikri’s [2] body. His light wanted to answer the phone. Needed to. With a snarl, he released him, almost flinging him into the phone. A little longer would not hurt. Afterall, his light still had a part to play.
Marik picked up the cordless he had hung in his room. A quick look at the clock said it to be around 2:30 in the morning. Who the hell was calling him? He put his ear to the phone.
“Moshi moshi,” he said doing his best to sound tired, instead of the excitement he felt.
“Marik-san?” he suppressed a groan as he heard Yûgi’s voice on the other end.
“Hai. What is it?” he asked feeling sweat break out. If Yûgi’s Yami found out that, his kuroi [3] was back… No. He would not let that happen.
“I’m not sure. Is everything ok over there?” Marik felt the bottom go out of his stomach. This was not good.
“Hai. I am fine. I had been trying to get some sleep,” he said. That was true. He had been trying to get some sleep.
“Sumimasen. Gomen nasai [4], then. I’ll just let you get back to that,” Yûgi said. Marik sent a silent prayer to whoever was listening for two miracles in one night.
“Oyasumi nasai or ohayoo gozaimasu [5], whichever applies this late,” Marik said into the phone. Yûgi laughed as he hung up. Marik turned back to his Yami who sat on the bed. The spirit gestured for him to sit next to him. Marik sat, waiting whatever his Yami was to do with him. He was figuratively and literally on his knees. He would do anything to keep his Yami. He grinned down at him.
“Don’t worry, uchi no Kanraku tenshi. I have no intention of going anywhere. I have every intention to staying right here. And nothing, not even the Pharaoh is going to send me back,” Yami no Marik laughed as he grabbed his Kanraku tenshi and forced him down on the bed. He straddled him, finding the coppery silk of his pajama pants interesting. His Kanraku tenshi never used to wear anything to bed. He ran his fingers over it. Then, not so gently, he popped the buttons off with his thumb. He slid his hand inside, feeling the smooth skin. Perfection to be soon ended.
He bent his head down to Marik’s toned abdomen, tasting the sweet musk that the nightmare had left on his skin. It was a unique taste that he loved. Almost an after taste of fear. He ran his teeth along his addiction’s hip, ignoring the whimper as he drew blood. Like a cat at milk, he daintily lapped at it, wondering at the unique taste of it. This was the source of his addiction. No one’s blood could compare to this. No one. Laughing softly he brought his face up to his haikri’s. He enjoyed the mix of fear and excitement he saw there. Marik whimpered, as Yami no Marik slide his hand along the new cut.
“No more tonight, uchi no Kanraku tenshi. I don’t want to be discovered, and I’ve things for us to do tomorrow,” he grinned as he ran a finger down the cut he had made earlier, reopening it. He kissed it, reveling in the feel of his addiction’s blood against his lips. The warmth it offered. He shivered as he disappeared, leaving his Kanraku tenshi panting on the bed.
Translation notes:
[1] Uchi no Kanraku tenshi- my surrendered angel, with Kanraku another word for fallen.
[2] haikri- light
[3] kuroi- dark person
[4]Sumimasen. Gomen nasai- Excuse me. I am very sorry.
[5]Oyasumi nasai or ohayoo gozaimasu- good night or good morning
Maurelle: Whew! First chapter is done.
Marik: Why did my Yami stop?
Maurelle: Because he has plans. And I was not planning to write a scene like that in the first chapter. I am a plot person.
Marik: oh.
Yami no Bakura: Plot, smot. I want more. You left out the pretty earrings.
Maurelle: Fine. I will put them in next time. Now let me get some sleep so I can write the next chapter. *Yawns* you had me up at two in the morning to write this one.
Yami no Bakura: Well, if you had written this when you first thought of it…
Maurelle: *glares evilly* I doubt Dr. Monroe would have appreciated that. She was trying to teach me how to balance molecules.
Yami no Bakura: Like you were listening.
Maurelle: Humph. *curls up in bed* night ya’ll. I will update soon.
Yami no Bakura: Plus he has those really hot earrings.
Maurelle: I thought you had Ryou-chan
Yami no Bakura: <.<‘ I can look if I want. Nothing wrong with that. And it is not as if he is in any position to protest.
Maurelle: Point taken.
Yami no Bakura: Well then get started, almighty author.
Maurelle: Your wish is my command, but I am afraid that I have to give out my thanks first.
Yami no Bakura: Well hurry up then.
Maurelle: Special thanks to No Doubt for the inspirational song, and Lady Shrianna for being my beta, and putting up with what I like to call spelling.
*~`~*Sunday Morning*~`~*
Sappy pathetic little me
That was who I used to be
You had me on my knees
~No Doubt
*~`~*Chapter one*~`~*
Marik walked down the snow covered sidewalk, his hands stuffed in the black trench coat he wore. It had been a gift from his sister. To congratulate him on getting rid of his Yami. Snow whirled around him as he stood in the middle of the park. He gazed at his reflection in the iced over pond. He looked like some kind of fallen angel. Fallen angel. That’s what his Yami used to call him. He closed his eyes.
He didn’t tell any one about this ache he had. Like some piece of him, a vital piece, was missing, and it was only a matter of time before he died from the loss of it. How late at night he would roll over and expect to see the eyes of his Yami grinning sadistically at him, or how he would swear that he saw him out of the corner of his eye when he turned corners too fast. No one had seen the part of his Yami that had comforted him. Helped him through life with his father. No, they just saw the part that had attacked them in Battle City.
He continued walking, his head down, deep within himself. He was startled by the street lamps coming on. He looked up at the onyx sky, the stars just beginning to come out. What was that American fairytale? That if you wish upon the first star you see, and wish with all your might, it would come true? Marik looked around the sky until he found a likely star. He closed his eyes and wished with all his might for his Yami. He opened his eyes feeling foolish. Nothing could bring his Yami back. He was by himself.
*~`~*
Somewhere across the universe, a star went out. It sent it’s energy spiraling into space at an unheard of speed. It’s purpose was crystal clear.
*~`~*
Marik awoke from his dream with a start. It had been like hundreds before it. They had started after Battle City. He would find himself discovering his Yami again, and they would embrace, but instead of his Yami, he would find nothing but blackness. A sticky oozing poisonous blackness that surrounded him. It would wind it’s way towards him, determined to have him. He would scream for his Yami to come. To save him. To punish him. To do anything as long as he was with him. But his Yami would never come. He would always awake to find himself alone.
Tears slid gently down copper cheeks, as he cried silently. How his Yami would punish him for them. He bit his lip to keep the sob from escaping his lips. That would be unforgivable. Just because his Yami wasn’t here didn’t mean he should let himself go.
<I am glad we agree.>
Marik bolted straight up in his bed looking around wildly. It could not be. The Pharaoh had banished his Yami. Banished him. A resounding crackle echoed in his head. It sent shivers down his spine, and they were not all from fear. The Yami separated himself from the shadows, the normal smirk more pronounced. His Yami was a distorted reflection of his image, like glass that wasn’t quite clean.
“You’ve let yourself go quite a bit already, you know. Made a fair amount of work for me,” Yami no Marik’s voice was like water to someone who was drowning of thirst. Marik drank the words in greedily. One thing however stuck out to his mind.
“H…How?” Marik asked tossing the covers aside so he could go to his Yami. Yami no Marik ran a hand down the face of his addiction. It was so perfect. Too perfect. He would fix that. He always did.
“How, uchi no Kanraku tenshi [1]? Haven’t you learned by now that the how of things doesn’t really matter? I am here. That’s all that matters,” he pressed down with his nail neatly drawing blood. Marik shuddered as he watched his Yami bring the finger to his lips. So long had he been without this dark forbidden pleasure. He brought his lips to that of his Yami softly. He almost never led. That was for his dark half. He was surprised at the warm reception he received. He explored the mouth he had craved like a daily drug. He let out a groan of surprise as his Yami brought his teeth down just hard enough to draw blood.
Marik felt him hold him possessively, painfully. He let the other’s lips go so he could lick the warm blood that was trickling down his light’s face. Tonight he would savor him. Every inch. Somewhere in the distance, the phone rang. Yami no Marik ignored it, his teeth grazing the supple skin of his other’s neck, his Kanraku tenshi. He growled at the tension in his haikri’s [2] body. His light wanted to answer the phone. Needed to. With a snarl, he released him, almost flinging him into the phone. A little longer would not hurt. Afterall, his light still had a part to play.
Marik picked up the cordless he had hung in his room. A quick look at the clock said it to be around 2:30 in the morning. Who the hell was calling him? He put his ear to the phone.
“Moshi moshi,” he said doing his best to sound tired, instead of the excitement he felt.
“Marik-san?” he suppressed a groan as he heard Yûgi’s voice on the other end.
“Hai. What is it?” he asked feeling sweat break out. If Yûgi’s Yami found out that, his kuroi [3] was back… No. He would not let that happen.
“I’m not sure. Is everything ok over there?” Marik felt the bottom go out of his stomach. This was not good.
“Hai. I am fine. I had been trying to get some sleep,” he said. That was true. He had been trying to get some sleep.
“Sumimasen. Gomen nasai [4], then. I’ll just let you get back to that,” Yûgi said. Marik sent a silent prayer to whoever was listening for two miracles in one night.
“Oyasumi nasai or ohayoo gozaimasu [5], whichever applies this late,” Marik said into the phone. Yûgi laughed as he hung up. Marik turned back to his Yami who sat on the bed. The spirit gestured for him to sit next to him. Marik sat, waiting whatever his Yami was to do with him. He was figuratively and literally on his knees. He would do anything to keep his Yami. He grinned down at him.
“Don’t worry, uchi no Kanraku tenshi. I have no intention of going anywhere. I have every intention to staying right here. And nothing, not even the Pharaoh is going to send me back,” Yami no Marik laughed as he grabbed his Kanraku tenshi and forced him down on the bed. He straddled him, finding the coppery silk of his pajama pants interesting. His Kanraku tenshi never used to wear anything to bed. He ran his fingers over it. Then, not so gently, he popped the buttons off with his thumb. He slid his hand inside, feeling the smooth skin. Perfection to be soon ended.
He bent his head down to Marik’s toned abdomen, tasting the sweet musk that the nightmare had left on his skin. It was a unique taste that he loved. Almost an after taste of fear. He ran his teeth along his addiction’s hip, ignoring the whimper as he drew blood. Like a cat at milk, he daintily lapped at it, wondering at the unique taste of it. This was the source of his addiction. No one’s blood could compare to this. No one. Laughing softly he brought his face up to his haikri’s. He enjoyed the mix of fear and excitement he saw there. Marik whimpered, as Yami no Marik slide his hand along the new cut.
“No more tonight, uchi no Kanraku tenshi. I don’t want to be discovered, and I’ve things for us to do tomorrow,” he grinned as he ran a finger down the cut he had made earlier, reopening it. He kissed it, reveling in the feel of his addiction’s blood against his lips. The warmth it offered. He shivered as he disappeared, leaving his Kanraku tenshi panting on the bed.
Translation notes:
[1] Uchi no Kanraku tenshi- my surrendered angel, with Kanraku another word for fallen.
[2] haikri- light
[3] kuroi- dark person
[4]Sumimasen. Gomen nasai- Excuse me. I am very sorry.
[5]Oyasumi nasai or ohayoo gozaimasu- good night or good morning
Maurelle: Whew! First chapter is done.
Marik: Why did my Yami stop?
Maurelle: Because he has plans. And I was not planning to write a scene like that in the first chapter. I am a plot person.
Marik: oh.
Yami no Bakura: Plot, smot. I want more. You left out the pretty earrings.
Maurelle: Fine. I will put them in next time. Now let me get some sleep so I can write the next chapter. *Yawns* you had me up at two in the morning to write this one.
Yami no Bakura: Well, if you had written this when you first thought of it…
Maurelle: *glares evilly* I doubt Dr. Monroe would have appreciated that. She was trying to teach me how to balance molecules.
Yami no Bakura: Like you were listening.
Maurelle: Humph. *curls up in bed* night ya’ll. I will update soon.