Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Two Lights, One Yami and the Big Bad Marik ❯ Molasses Swamp ( Chapter 5 )

Emmy: ^_^; Don't hate me for not updating. I'm such a procrastinator…But really no, every night I started writing little bits of this chapter so it's not like I just dropped it. Plus I actually had to research Candy Land! Heh, I've never played it before.

 

Raven: It's a boring game.

 

Emmy: Alright here yea go!

 

 

Molasses Swamp

 

 

“CANDY LAND!”

 

“Candy Land!?”

“Candy Land…?” Malik slapped a hand to his forehead. “For Ra's sake!”

 

“Is this some kind of joke?” Bakura spat. Marik shook his head.

 

“Since our feud started over candy I think it should with it too!” he replied.

 

“So it IS all over some stupid can--!”

 

“Shut. Up.” Marik growled. Malik gave a `humph' but was silent.

 

“So Bakura are you ready to play?”

 

“No way!” Bakura argued. What was Marik thinking?

 

“Fine then I guess you automatically lose and Ryou is staying with me…” Marik glanced over at the light, eyes sparkling with mischief.

 

“No! Grr—FINE! We'll play Candy Land!” Bakura agreed, grimacing. “But,” he added, “We'll play it my way!” Marik raised a brow and Bakura's ring began to glow. The room was illuminated by the blinding light. Marik and Malik both had to cover their eyes. Bakura smirked and suddenly the room began to spin…

 

When the three opened their eyes they were standing in a bright, colorful forest made entirely of—

 

“CANDY!” Malik exclaimed. There were candy stick trees, marshmallow clouds, and a gumdrop path was set out in front of them.

 

“This place is too sweet…” Marik mumbled. He glanced down to find that instead of a wheelchair all he possessed was a candy cane. The rest of his attire was themed to licorice. His outfit was red, two whip-like rolls of licorice hung around his belt.

 

“And the fashion is disturbing,” Bakura added, fingering his own clothing. He was wearing a royalty like tunic and pants with a flowing cape and a puffy hat. His entire outfit was dark brown. “Ugh.” He ripped off the puffy hat immediately. Then, staring at it for a moment he bent down and locked it. The yami gave a cat like grin. “Chocolate flavored…” he purred.

 

“Ugh,” Malik moaned and stomped his foot. “What the heck am I wearing?!” He now looked down at his outfit. Malik looked like Hansel from the Grimm's Fairy Tale. Green lederhosen and a hat with a red feather on it were he new garments. He copied Bakura and gave his shoulder a lick. No luck. “Ew…”

 

“I think you look sexy,” Marik smirked. Malik looked at him.

 

“Really?” he asked. “It's chafing though…” he replied, pulling at the tight fitting clothing.

 

Bakura snickered before turning to Marik. “Alright, here's how it goes. There are two paths.” He pointed to a fork in the gumdrop road. “Each of us takes one path and the first to reach the Candy Castle, and Ryou, wins!”

 

“That sounds too simple,” Marik criticized.

 

“Ah, but it is not so. Along the way there will be challenges you must face,” Bakura replied with a smirk. Marik gave him a questioning look.

 

“What sort of challenges?” he asked. Bakura wagged a finger, that cocky smirk still on his face.

 

“You'll see…now then.” The white haired yami turned towards the two paths and after a moment of consideration, began strutting down the path towards his right. “Hold on Ryou I'm coming…”

 

“Come on Malik, I'm going to win this game!” Marik declared, as he began limping down the left path. Malik, who was just about to lick a candy tree, paused, and with a sigh, slid his tongue into his mouth and followed his yami.

 

“Don't you mean, `we'? You couldn't do this without me…” Malik grumbled.

 

The two Ishtars continued down the gumdrop path, all the while Marik giving a speech on how, and why he was going to win, and how angry Bakura would be. Malik tuned him out almost immediately and instead stared out at his colorful surroundings. It was like he had entered a child's dreamland. Everything was shiny, friendly, and smelled pleasant. He watched as a little marshmallow bird swooped down and snatched up a gummy worm. A chocolate bunny nibbled at what looked like cotton candy blossoms. The light drooled a bit.

 

“Are you listening to me!?” Marik snapped. Malik broke his gaze from the wonderland around him and gave his yami a lazy look.

 

“No.”

 

Marik huffed.

 

“I said look ahead,” Marik replied in an annoyed tone. Malik looked in the direction Marik had indicated and stared with fascination. Before them a great, dark mass bubbled. It was strange, Malik had never seen anything like it before. But a strong smell of sweetness radiated from it and Malik could almost taste the sweet liquid in his mouth…

 

“—rotten no good cheating Tomb Robber!” Marik grumbled. “He probably knew there was a river here, or whatever that thing is! Cheating lowly thief…”

 

“Calm down for a moment,” Malik commanded flatly. He was getting tired of Marik's attitude. The angry yami paid his hikari no mind and continued to bitch and moan aloud for the world to hear. The light heaved a sigh. He stepped towards the sticky mass and hesitantly rested one foot upon the surface. It slowly sank with a sticky, slurping noise. Malik grimaced and attempted to pull his foot out once more but it was stuck.

 

“Great! Just great!” Marik stared at the other's foot. “How are we going to get across?!” he yelled. Then suddenly he grew silent and pondered the situation. Malik however, was still attempting to save his foot. He pulled and pulled hard but it would not budge. He attempted to pull the sweet sticky stuff off of his shoe but doing this only managed to get his hands all sticky too. Growing quite frustrated the light thrashed about, twisting, turning and pulling, but still the foot I didn't budge. In a moment of extreme frustration Malik stomped his other foot down hard…right into the sticky substance.

 

“Oh great…” he grumbled. Now completely stuck Malik didn't know what to do. He brought his sticky fingers up to his face, sniffed, inhaling the sweet, tangy scent and licked them. After a moment he licked his fingers once more. “Tastes like…syrup…but different.” He continued to lick fingers, for the Egyptian had never tasted this strange substance before. As he did so he lacked to notice as he slowly began to sink until he felt his knees unable to move. The boy glanced down in surprise. “Ah!”

 

Marik, who was deep in thought, scowled and ignored the yelp. For he had seated himself of a gum ball rock and could not see his hikari.

 

“Marik help me!” Malik cried. He couldn't move anything from the knees down and he was sinking deeper and deeper by the second. Marik scowled again.

 

“What is it?!” he asked irritably.

 

“I-I'm—The stuff—the sticky stuff—it's eating me!” Malik managed to cry. He wiggled frantically. Marik rolled his eyes.

 

“Well it eat back,” was Marik's response.

 

“I can't! Marik help I'm sinking!” Malik whined. The gunk was reaching his waist line. He already felt it deep in his shoes; he didn't want it getting into his pants! Marik turned, about to give a snappy reply, but stopped. Instead he stood up, hobbled over to a bush, and plucked something out. Malik watched as a red Lifesaver flew threw the air and landed with a `plop' beside him. Marik smirked. The hikari glared. “That's not helping!” he roared, shaking his arms like mad. Then suddenly his pupils shrank and he made a high pitched squeaking sound. “Marik—it's—in—my—pants!” he yelled, making the chocolate bunnies near by hop away in fear. Marik burst into laughter and just watched his hikari squirm in extreme discomfort for a moment, before calmly stepping up to the edge of the great swamp. Then he extended his hand.

 

“Alright come on, we can't have anything in your pants but me,” he joked. Malik was still glaring.

 

“Or Bakura!” he added spitefully, still angry for Marik's neglect at helping him. It was Marik's turn to glare.

 

“Alright then, if Bakura is the one who spends more time in your pants, Bakura can save you,” he replied, taking his hand away.

 

“NO!” Malik cried. “No Marik! Marik I'm sinking!! Please? Ok ok I'm sorry! I'm sorry, you are the ruler of my pants!! Just SAVE ME DAMN YOU!”

 

Satisfied, Marik grasped his hikari's arm and pulled hard. Malik made a painful squeal. He wasn't budging. Marik pulled harder.

 

“OWWW Yami it hurts! It hurts!!” Malik whined. Marik let go and looked around for something that might assist him. Then he remembered his licorice. Quickly he took a roll from his belt and tied one end around Malik's slowly sinking waist.

 

“Ok, hold on Malik,” Marik commanded as he moved over towards a candy tree. He walked around it and began to pull. As he pulled back towards the swamp, the licorice pulled at Malik's waist. Malik gave out cries of pain but Marik continued to pull, despite the cries and the own limitations of his injured ankle.

 

Suddenly there was a loud slurping sound and Malik flew from the sweet swamp, landing face first in a pile of cotton candy flowers. Marik, panting, walked over to his unmoving comrade and untied the candy rope. “You alive?” he asked as he rolled it up.

 

Malik gave a muffled moan.

 

“No time to sleep now my hikari. For I have just figured out how we are to get across,” said Marik. Malik picked his head up, a questioning look on his sticky face. Marik pointed to the Lifesaver. “It didn't sink,” he pointed out. “It's lighter than you are. So perhaps we could make a path of those things and hop across.”

 

“You can hop in your condition?” Malik asked.

 

“I'll have to,” was Marik's reply.

 

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Bakura glanced at the world around him in disgust. Everything was so…ick. Yes, Bakura was a big fan of chocolate but this world was too much for him. Little peanut buttercup flowers kept smiling at him and little gummy bears played with gumballs. The yami scowled.

 

Bakura still didn't see the strategy with Marik choosing Candy Land as their ultimate duel. He'd never even played it before but it seemed like such a pointless game. That had been his reason for sending them all into it, like and RPG. Only this time there would be no Game Master. Bakura was going to end it quick. Anger rose inside when he thought of his unconscious hikari chained up, and about how scared he would be when he awakened.

 

“I'm coming for you Ryou. Just hold on…” he thought. Ever since spending that night with Ryou, comforting him in case of bad dreams, Bakura had felt ever so more protective. It was an odd and foreign feeling.

 

Abruptly Bakura stumbled over something in his path. He looked down to see a chocolate bunny staring up at him. He narrowed his eyes menacingly and was about to kick it away but suddenly his eyes softened and he cocked his head.

 

“Awww what a cute little bunny…” he cooed to it, reaching down. He snatched the cute little animal up and it twitched its nose happily. “Such a cute, itty, bitty, tasty, little thing!” he patted its head. It gave a small squeal of pleasure and Bakura gave a cat grin. He held it up, high, still grinning, and suddenly bit its head off. There was a small scream and Bakura smirked. He continued to devour the bunny, too distracted to notice the figure creeping up behind him before it was too late. Something hard made contact with his head and Bakura fell to the ground.

 

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Emmy: I'll work really hard on the next chapter I promise!

 

Raven: I'm surprised you wrote a whole chapter without Ryou in it.

 

Emmy: Me too.

 

Ryou: I'm still unconscious. X_x

 

Bakura: Hehe…die bunny die!

 

Malik: Oh! And if you ever want to see what it feels like to be stuck in a molasses swamp the closest, less messy way to do it is to have your foot fall asleep for a long time. You won't be able to move it, or at least won't feel it moving, it's a very odd sensation.

 

Marik: My aren't you full of fun facts? -_-

 

Raven: R&R