Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Proliferation of the Lotus Flower. ❯ Chapter 12 ( Chapter 12 )

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Spiky blonde hair that had defied the laws of gravity ever since a certain incident with a lightening spell shifted gently in the sea breeze. The sun was slowly heading downward into its evening zenith, casting the sky in a thick blanket of reds, oranges and yellows.

A slightly pained moan escaped bloodied lips when a pale hand settled on the blonde's behind.

"Sore?" A voice purred into his ear.

Marik smirked and turned, knee rising quickly between their bodies and stopping just short of the were-tiger's package. The pirate jumped back a little in reaction.

"Sore?" Marik retorted.

Bakura grunted softly, a little smirk curving on his lips. "You could say that." He moved closer to the blonde, pushing the half-Elf's legs out of his way to press against the front of his body, he grabbed the rising hands and looped them over his shoulders, one hand behind his head to keep the hands there.

"Aren't you presumptuous?" Marik murmured, shifting to accommodate the embrace, Bakura was hard against his own groin.

"Well, I do remember a little half-Elf telling me that if I survived I could do it again." Bakura leaned forward and nipped at Marik's mouth.

Marik nipped back, catching Bakura's lower lip with his teeth and forcing the were-tiger to deepen the contact. Even though he looked very similar to Ryo, he was more to the tastes of partners that the chaotic mage liked. Bakura, unlike Ryo had a bit of bite to him. Marik had always worried that he would hurt Ryo if he ever got the vampire into his bed, now, snapping at Bakura's lips and in turn feeling teeth grate along his own, he wondered how much damage he could cause in repayment.

"MARIK!" A cheerful voice yelled out.

"Shit." Marik pushed the were-tiger as far away as possible in an instant before a small multicolored haired flying object bounced at him and hit him square in the chest. The mage almost fell over but managed to stop himself with a death grip on the railing.

The were-tiger pushed himself to his feet and looked down at the little prince that had attached itself to the mageling.

"Good evening your Highness." Marik greeted with a slightly strained smile.

"I am so glad you are alive, Marik! I was so worried! And then when they said we would not be able to look until after the celebrations and I thought that could be days-! But luckily I was kidnapped and now you are okay and… umm… did I interrupt something?" The tiny prince pulled back and looked down at Marik's crotch.

Marik squeezed his eyes shut and murmured a prayer to the sadistic gods who were toying with him like this. Yugi was like a leech that was deadly to get rid of. He desperately wanted to kill the kid, but if he did, he'd get in trouble, the kind of trouble that ended with a knot at the end of a long piece of rope.

"No, I was just being asked a few questions, milord." He pushed Yugi away from him as he spoke and took a knee, holding back the wince from the pain that shot up his spine from the movement.

"Oh. Well I am glad that you are alive, have you seen Ryo? Yami says that he is here, and it is almost night time, so he should be waking right now…"

"I have not seen him, milord. I have been otherwise occupied."

"Marik, what were you doing with Bakura?" Yugi asked.

The half-Elf winced, how should he explain this without getting hurt by someone? "Umm…. Well, you see, friends do that, Yugi, yeah, friends do stuff like that, and it's uhh, an Elfy thing."

"But Bakura does not look like an Elf." Yugi blinked.

Marik closed his eyes in silent pain. Why him?

"I think Yami is beckoning you, little one." Bakura motioned to the captain who was in actuality making motions to the occupants of the crows nest.

Yugi blinked and turned around, walking back to the pirate captain's side as if of course the action would have been to him.

Marik sighed in relief and struggled to his feet. They'd had Anzu, the healer and cook look at his ass, and she'd given some magic lube to Bakura to help the pain and repair any damaged organs. Marik was not impressed and had refused to be treated on the spot. Trying to get up again right now, however, he thought maybe he should have just let the were-tiger apply the lubricant. There was only so much pain shooting up his spine that a kinky freak like Marik could stand.

"You are a very bad liar." Bakura muttered, chuckling a bit.

"What was I supposed to tell that little leech? That you were trying to get into my pants?"

"Sure, that's what I told him."

Marik covered his face. "You didn't? Seto would kill you if he'd heard that."

"Why? At least it is honest. This is unusual, as a pirate I would be expected to say something untruthful. No wonder the kid is so stupid if all you ever feed him is lies."

Marik frowned, lowering his hands. "Well excuse me for wanting to live a little longer!"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"The King would kill us if we told him the truth half the time. One of his guards did that once and he was hung in the public square. His neck didn't break on the initial fall so we had to watch him choke to death. They have ways of killing even mages for that kind of thing."

Bakura shuddered and shook his head. "Well, I suppose I can understand if those are the conditions. Why would someone like you live in a place like that?"

Marik swallowed and turned his head avoiding the brown eyes of his captor. "It's none of your business, pussy cat."

Bakura growled and caught Marik's chin, pulling the half-Elf's head around to face his own and sealing their mouths together. Marik answered the shapeshifter's growl with his own and snapped at Bakura's lips, earning himself a pair of teeth in his lower lip. They ate at each other's mouth until Marik finally relented somewhat and parted his lips enough for Bakura to slip him some tongue. The were-tiger smirked against the blonde's lips and explored his mouth more thoroughly than he'd been able to the previous night. The chance didn't last long, Marik pushed against the whitette's tongue with his own muscle and forced Bakura into the defensive. They dueled like that for a few minutes, Bakura's hands getting heavy under Marik's clothing.

"BAKURA GANGWAY!" A voice yelled from above. The were-tiger grabbed Marik's arm and pulled him to the ground, not a second too soon as a massive tentacle exploded through the railing of the ship.

"Fuck!" Bakura growled as he was drenched in sea-water. Were-tigers hated water.

The mage under him winced as he was pressed against the ground. "What was that?"

"It's a-" Bakura paused and threw the mage away from another swipe of the next tentacle, he twisted as the limb went over him and sliced forward with his claws, blue blood exploding in their wake. There was an unnatural scream from under the water.

And then the waves erupted.

Now, now, I know what you're thinking; 'how cliché, a giant squid,' but really, what makes you automatically assume what came out of those waters was a squid?

The creature had four tentacles, all spreading out from its maw and whipping furiously around in the air. Its eyes were massive milky white orbs, its skin was scaly, like a dragon and when it let out a deafening screech it exposed eight rows of sharp, barbed teeth. Its complexion was unusual, something between icy white and brown splotches. It was truly hideous.

"Sea dragon! All gobs to their posts! Now!" Yami came running out from the captain's cabin with his battle axe in hand.

Bakura licked delicately at his claws, tasting the unusual blood he'd spilt. "It's old Dreggo, capt'n."

"Ahh good. We still have to repay him for the last time he attacked us. JOUNOUCHI YOU SWAB! GET OUT HERE, NOW!" Yami squeezed his battle axe with a grin.

The blonde mage jumped over the edge of the Crows Nest and caught a line between his hands, quickly letting himself fall down the line in a controlled manner. From up in the Crows Nest someone swore in surprise.

Bakura pushed Marik toward the below hatch. "On account of your sweet ways in the fuckin' I suggest you get your tight ass down there!"

Marik looked at the pirate like he was insane. Marik was a battle mage, it made more sense for him to get involved than not. "Are you insane? I'm a battle mage! It's better if I'm up here killing that thing."

"Capt'n's orders, lubber, capt'n's orders."

And then there was no more time for talking as a huge tentacle swept down and smashed through the railing and side of the ship. Bakura twisted and launched himself at the scaly flesh, claws and teeth tearing hand-holds into the tough skin.

Yami rushed forward as a second tentacle wrapped around the were-tiger and swiped his axe through the air, cold enchanted steel biting through the muscles and spine-like bone easily. Then he was through and the monster was screaming in agony, it had efficiently lost one of its tentacles.

Dreggo tried to retract its remaining tentacle, but Seto chose that moment to plunge from the crows nest, sword extended downward as he approached the writhing pearly limb, with a thwunk of metal through flesh the Elf pinned the thrashing limb to the deck.

Jounouchi yawned tiredly and moved his hands in a series of gestures. "Fan, fanro farek fe-" He paused mid-word when a chilly hand adjusted his left index finger.

"You have a lot of power to try a spell like that, human, but your gestures are lazy and weak at best." A soft, pleasant voice murmured in his ears, there was only gentleness in those words, nothing harsh or spiteful. "And your words are slurred, it is farrek not farek, notice the emphasis on the rrrr. Now, keep going."

Jounouchi looked over his shoulder and saw the pale haired vampire that he'd countered the spells of the previous night. "Ferren fealle!" He finished of the gestures with a final dismissive motion. What kind of idiot was this mage; Jounouchi had invented the bloody spell when he'd been at the university!

The spell whooshed out across the side of the ship, knocking everyone to their knees, the sea-dragon was pushed back and under the waves, at the same time, the ship went flying forward at a reckless speed leaving a ripped and bloodied still twitching severed tentacle on the deck from where Seto had pinned the limb.

Marik, who had managed to finally get to his feet groaned when the spell knocked him down again. This wasn't his day. The chaotic evil blonde pulled himself up again. He could see his master speaking to the blonde haired bastard from the previous day. Figures, he gets knocked around and tossed up and down and Ryou coaches the enemy.

The spell effects ended and Marik let out a sigh of relief which is why, perhaps, that everything suddenly went bad again.

An ear-shattering roar tore through the air as the sea-dragon exploded unexpectedly from the other side of the vessel. Too fast to react to; one of the creature's remaining tentacles shot through the air and wrapped around Yami, hurtling him through the air back toward it.

And then it dived under.

"Persistent bastards these sea-bearing folk."

Shouts and screams erupted from the crew and people staggered to broken railings, desperately trying to think of something to do yet nothing tangible coming to mind.

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It's hard to explain what went through his mind when the first person who had been honest and dominating to him was snatched away in a flash of roiling flesh and surprised shock. Certainly it was a mixture of emotions. He was scared at first, but only for a second, worried- but that to vanished in a mere moment, the final emotion, methinks, is what drove him to do what he did next.

The buccaneer beside him barely even opened his mouth to squeak before the small prince had taken the sword from the scabbard at the man's side, grabbed a rope end near the railing and dived into the water after the 'son of a wench' with his kidnapper in its slimy tentacles.

The water seemed to rush up to meet him, choppy and inviting a quick painful death; then he hit it face first and coldness burst over him in a mind-numbing rush of pain.

He forced the pain away; one thought occupying his mind and forced his body deeper, he didn't have to move far, the sea-dragon was just a meter or so below the water.

He kicked himself downward sword moving like lead through tar in the water.

He felt as if he were weightless but stuck in ooze. The monster was too absorbed in escape to notice the soft touch of the prince's hand. Even as Yugi drew the sword arm back, the beast had no survival ideas. It might have been beastly, killing it for simply grabbing a pirate; it was certainly dishonorable, stabbing anything in the back, not giving them the chance to face their attackers. None of this mattered however. For a few brief instances, it was the last thing on Yugi's mind… even if it should have been the first.

The sword seemed to move through the water in slow motion, dragging out the moment with breathless abandon.

Metal sliced through skin and bone and then into delicate mushy organ that shuddered with the water and blood that invaded the protected cavity. Yugi twisted the weapon as painfully as he could before pulling it out in a trail of brain matter and blood.

Dreggo began to spasm; its tentacles released their catch only to flail around in the water randomly, one knocking the small prince away from it and sending dark splotches across his vision for a while.

For a little while, nothing seemed to happen, he could feel the aching pressure in his lungs to take a breath, but he had to get to Yami before he could do that.

And that was when Yugi felt himself being pulled up through the water by the rope he'd grabbed, he pulled against the rope, trying to indicate he needed to get to the unconscious pirate, but if anything he seemed to be dragged harder. Yugi released a stream of bubbles, his air wouldn't last long enough regardless.

Yami would drown.

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Sweet notes: Reviews me hearties? I'm sorry it took so long to update.

Yugi: Wahooo!!! I'm big and… and manly! And cool!

Yami: I'm still gonna die you dick!

Yugi: … damn.

Marik: Dude, now THIS is good.

Yami: Hey!

Bakura: I concur. And here I thought she was going to do something horrible and nasty to us.

Yami: Dude, she just did!

Bakura: No, I meant something I cared about.

Yami: *twitches violently*

Malik: Awww c'mon, that was SOOO cheesy, as if we don't know what's going to happen next, she won't kill him!

Ryo: What makes you say that?

Malik: Because there's no chara-

Sweets: charats! Yeah, eat them all the time, great, eh?

Malik: … I hate you so much. -_-

Sweets: So does this mean I'm not going to get sex next Friday.

All: NO!

Sweets: Aww, no one loves me! But maybe they'll give me a review…?