Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Hunters ❯ Marik, Meet Malik ( Chapter 3 )

I am starting to get mad. I have tried several times to fix the format on these chapters. I have finally given up. I am sorry.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Nor do I own the "Dark" series. I am just a fan writer having fun. So please don't sue me! ^_^

Warning: This story will be between rated R and NC-17 for language, violence, and yaoi.

The Hunters

By: Tiger_Serenity

Chapter Three

Marik´s P.O.V

"Who am I supposed to be looking for again? Yami said he smells like exotic spices, and looks just like me. I can feel the rod´s power coming from this direction."

He hopped from one roof to the next. He stopped as his senses caught tainted power. There is one nearby. He seeks to harm someone. It is coming from the same direction as the ring! He heard a cry for help.

Several monsters were fighting a vampire. It was snarling. Behind them was a boy staring at the battle with awe on his face. He looks just like me. Yami wasn't pulling my leg.

The vampire started to shift its form. + Stop! You cannot change! Back away all of you. I will finish this. + The vampire snarled again. It was stuck half changed. +You cannot fight it. Come to me. Meet your fate, undead one. You know you cannot defeat me in your weakened state. The monsters would have destroyed you eventually. Come. You tire of your soulless existence. +

"I could have beaten them, hunter." It spat blood at him, but he moved. It sizzled as it hit the pavement. A small black crater appeared.

"I think not. And what makes you think you an defeat me?"

It leapt into the air. It froze in mid-air at Marik´s raised hand. The boy gasped and started in fascination. "Really, I would love a good fight, but it is going to be over too fast anyway." He dropped his hand. He blurred.

His fist connected with the vampire's chest. "See. Over all ready." The heart beat in his hand. It burst into flames at his silent command.

"No!" The vampire shrieked as it caught on fire and melted away.

Marik watched as the wind caught up the dried blood and whirl it away. He smirked. He turned around to face the monsters and the boy. "I take it the boy has the power to summon you, Whip?"

The Witty Phantom stepped forward. "Yes. The power of the rod sought to protect him. Although his mind is tainted, his heart is still good."

"How is he tainted?"

"He was forced to drink from a vampire's blood. He only took a little before we attacked it. But, it was too late. He escaped us. He can now easily read and use Malik."

"Were you unable to purge the blood?"

"Not even the Dark Magician, Dama, could remove it."

Malik shook as he listened. He stepped forward. "I know the laughter in my head was not my own. Who are you?"

"My name is Marik. And you are?"

"Malik Ishtar."

"Hello, Malik. Now, I want you to listen to me." + You will forget what you just saw, and what you heard. You were walking with me towards your home. Our similarities sparked your interest. You were telling me about your day.+ The monsters disappeared.

Malik´s eyes glazed over as the memories were erased. He blinked. "Uh…yeah. I just got back form watching this really cool movie called Blade II with my friends. Have you seen it yet?"

"No, but I have been meaning to, though."

"I love bloody action movies. My friends think I'm nuts."

"You are not nuts. I also like those kinds of movies."

"You do? I haven't seen you around here before. Believe me I would have noticed. Did you just move into town?"

"I move around a lot. I buy and sell things. I am just passing through."

"Oh. You're a trader. What would you get for something like this?" He pulled the rod out of his pocket. "Not that I would sell it. It was the last thing that my father gave to me before he left." Malik saddened. "He never came back."

"What do you mean?"

"He was on Easter Island doing some research. Some say he fell of the cliff accidentally. Others say he was pushed. Some say that he jumped on his own. No one that saw him fall could actually remember what happened. They never found his body."

Marik felt uneasy. No one could remember the truth. "He wouldn't jump, would he?"

"He had no reason to jump. We were happy. Dad was getting a promotion. We had just bought a new car. He was engaged to be remarried. We were all going to go together on his next trip."

"Doesn't sound like he had a reason to commit suicide."

"No. I think he was murdered." His voice turned cold. Marik stared at the dark look in his eyes.

"Why do you think this?"

" One of my dad's partners called me and told me about a man who asked about this item. He demanded it. When my father told him he didn't have it anymore, the guy went crazy. He started yelling about wanting it and demanded to know where it was. He threatened to kill my father in front of Ron. Then he just disappeared. Like…poof!"

A vampire. They killed his father in their search for the items. "That is strange."

" I think the guy carried through with his threat. The police couldn´t find him to question him. He had just simply vanished. No records came up on him when they ran the sketch that Ron had made of him. Two days after he made it, he was killed in a bizarre explosion on site."

They killed him, too! "Do you have a copy of this picture?"

" I have several. Come on in and I will show you." He opened the door for Marik.

The house was dark, but Marik´s keen vision picked out the room. The front room was lavishly decorated. Malik opened a drawer and handed him a picture from an envelope. Vampire. I remember him. Yami destroyed him in England. He was a strong one. "I am sorry there are so many doubts about your father's death, Malik."

"Thank you."

"Well, I will leave you now. Goodnight."

"It will be a goodnight if I can get some sleep." Malik mumbled.

An effect of the vampire's blood. "You have been having trouble sleeping?"

Malik shrugged. "Sometimes I only get about two hours."

+ Malik, listen to me. You will climb the stairs to your room and change clothes. As soon as you step in your room, you will feel sleepy. You will fall into a deep dreamless sleep until your alarm clock goes off. + His voice was low with manipulation-tinted words. I will guard you this night.

Malik turned and walked slowly up the stairs. As soon as he did, Marik turned invisible. He saw a flash of tan skin under the blonde hair. The blood sang.

Before he knew what he was doing, he was drinking the spicy sweet tast of it. He broke off and closed the wound with a swish of his tongue. Malik continued on with his spell-induced mind as if nothing happened.

Why did I do that? I fed well before finding him. Those three would be robbers will never try that again. Not after the scare I gave them anyway. He smirked. People will probably think they're crazy when they start babbling about a dragon when they wake up.

He noticed the gum in Malik´s hair. He removed it with a flick of his wrist. The smell of the spicy shampoo from the boy's hair hung in the air. He breathed it in. As he began setting guards around the house words came unbidden from his mouth. "I hereby place this being under my guard. If anyone touches him wrongly, I will know it."

Inside Malik´s room, the rod flashed bright gold in response. What just happened?