Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ That Devil ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Jou froze immediately in mid-blow.

 

“Seriously, take some classes or something.”

 

That voice…

 

“Are you even listening you mindless dog?”

 

The anger it brought to him…

 

“Oh, I see. You're just frozen in complete fear, is that it?”

 

No! He wasn't scared!

 

…Or was he?

 

“Not even going to talk to me, Little Jounouchi? I feel insulted.”

 

Such a mocking tone, yet it held so much malice…

 

“Now, come on, turn around like a good dog so that I may bestow upon your flawless beauty.”

 

Without himself realizing it, Jou spun around, striking up a defense position. There, standing proudly, was Yami no Malik, his tanned arms crossed over his black-clothed chest. A deadly grin crawled onto his face, sharp canines silently threatening him. The violet cape snapped sharply behind him in the wind, giving off an air of importance.

 

“There we go. Good dog, Jounouchi.” he congratulated, his grin widening. Jou growled, glaring with all the fire he could muster up inside him.

 

“I…ain't…no dog…” he snarled through clenched teeth. Yami no Malik rolled his eyes, and his arms descended to his sides.

 

“Does it look like I care if you hate your pet name so much, Jounouchi?” he asked apathetically, somehow looking less frightening without his arms crossed, even if it wasn't much. Jou didn't answer, unable to come up with anything to say back. Yami no Malik advanced upon him, his hands balled into fists, his glare looking down on Jou even though there wasn't much of a height difference.

 

It was then Jou noticed that the yami was see-through; like a ghost. He stared, wondering how a mere illusion could make him want to shatter into millions of pieces from fear alone. Yami no Malik noticed easily; Jou's emotions were always clear.

 

“I've never had my own body, in case you're trying to figure out why I'm like this.” he sneered, holding his hand up a bit to scowl down at it. Jou couldn't take his eyes off the specter, telling himself that he didn't trust Yami no Malik's intentions while another part of him claimed it to be admiration.

 

Jou kept glaring and growling, hoping he would just go away.

 

“It's no use, puppy dog. I'm not leaving.”

 

“Fuck ya!”

 

“Then you'd be molesting a minor.”

 

“…Wha?”

 

“Technically, I'm only six years old, so if you fuck me I can sue you.”

 

Marik grinned at Jou's shock.

 

“WHAT?! Fuck you?! Ew! No! Nononononononono!!”

 

At this a low chuckle came from Marik's throat, gradually getting louder and more amused until he was laughing. Not in the psychotic, sadistic way Jou remembered, but a true, entertained one. He stood, dropping his guard ever so slightly to stare in disbelief. Marik's hand came up to help cover the laugh up, only to be reminded of the breathing exercises he was taught by dear annoying hikari. His laughter died, and he grinned at Jou, his arm falling back to his side.

 

“So, how has the mutt been while I have been gone?” Marik asked, crossing his arms again, fighting the urge to pet Jou's head. Jou blinked. Since when did Marik—er, make that Yami no Malik—care?

 

“Uhhh, good, I guess…” he answered, cocking an eyebrow at Yami no Malik quizzically. Said yami shrugged.

 

“No one's harmed you?” he asked, tightening his arms, locking them in place. Jou straightened his back slightly and lowered his arms a bit. He was about to answer “no,” but that would be a lie. Things had been happening lately and he was surprised he remembered what happened on the blimp. In fact, wasn't there something else that he didn't like Marik—arg! Yami no Malik!—for?

 

“Eh, nothin' I can't `andle.” Jou said, his eyes giving off all his confusion and distrust, yet his tone was bragging and his hand was waving nonchalantly. Yami no Malik smirked, and secretly noted that Jou had placed his other, non-waving balled hand on his hip, bending forward to further elaborate his gloating.

 

And that if he peered down the hole created from Jou's shirt hanging so loosely off his neck, he could see his hard chest and a peek of his abs.

 

Yami no Malik rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to Jou's face, and not his bare upper body.

 

“Sure. Whatever you say.” he muttered, smirking down at Jou, despite the fact that he was only a mere inch or so taller. Jou stuck out his tongue. Yami no Malik chuckled, remembering that he did that when he got bored at Battle City.

 

“Thwa's tho thunny?” Jou asked, his tongue still out and looking at Yami no Malik from the corner of his deep brown eye. Said yami chuckled once more, and grabbed Jou's pink tongue between his index and middle finger.

 

“Don't stick it out if you're not planning to use it, Little Jounouchi.” Marik slurred, tugging and then letting the muscle retreat back into its cavern. Jou stuck it right back out, staring at it childishly.

 

“Thu thaste theird.” he commented. Marik ruffled Jou's hair, meeting him eye-to-eye. Deep violet met copper, and tongue met tongue. The hair on Jou's neck stuck straight up as he shivered, feeling Marik's flexible tongue glide along his. For some reason, however, he didn't want him to stop. Actually…he wanted the Darkness to kiss him…

 

…Again.