Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ You Belong to Me ❯ You Belong to Me ( Chapter 1 )

You Belong to Me

(YamiBakuraxMalik)

AN: Don't know where it came from but its here...its about Malik telling Yuugi-tachi how sorry he is for...well being a general disaster, and not being accepted at first...then falling in love with Bakura.

He knew he didn't deserve to beg for forgiveness. But he did it nonetheless, falling to his knees before their "leader" little Yuugi Motou, saying words he ripped from his heart, and let spill like tumbling acid from his lips, burning his throat and making his eyes water, as he awaited verdict. Little Yuugi forgave him, with that one touch to his cheek, and that thoughtful smile, but the others....they did not. They felt his actions were more so devastating than Yami no Bakura's plots on little Yuugi's life, or Pegasus's stealing of Yuugi's grandfather's soul. Those pure violet eyes reflected in the young Egyptian's mind, as he faced the harsh criticism of Jounouchi ruthless, vulgar words, Anzu's sweet voice spitting out fire, Honda's eyes speaking of multiple threat's, Otogi's smirk of malice aimed to him, and Kaiba's apathy didn't bother him. Though his own sister had turned against him, her blue eyes showing how she disowned him, her fictitious love affected him more than the way that Yuugi-tachi's eyes screamed 'Get out. You don't belong. Leave us, you're unworthy', he was unworthy, but it truly wasn't his fault. He had no control over the spirit who took over his mind and stole his body, he himself feeble in Anzu's mind as he tried to get it back. The spirit of the Millennium Rod had been to strong for him to control alone, and he'd failed in keeping himself safe...Yuugi knew that, even saying that his 'Mou Hitori no Boku could understand with him, could forgive him for all the wrongs he's done'. He'd remember turning, and looking into striking mahogany eyes, full of warmth and unending love, and seeing the twins of them, of Yami no Bakura, sparking softly with possessiveness for the Egyptian, the little British boy walking to him, and pulling him close, pressing his tear stained face into his stomach, and sliding those gentle fingers through his hair, whispering words of comfort and forgiveness...the spirit of the Millennium Ring looking to his 'Yadonoushi' with a gentle smirk, then to Yuugi-tachi his eyes wintry and hard, as he spoke of Yami no Marik, the young Egyptian's 'other half' the crueler spirit of the boy, the lack of control the child had over him, and how that he himself had tried to save Malik from the spirit. Yuugi-tachi had quieted throughout this, as Yuugi stroked the blonde haired Egyptian's hair as Ryou caressed his tan cheek, wiping away the tears that stained such beautiful skin. The crying Egyptian slowly stood with the help of Yuugi and Ryou, and looked to the group, staring at him with such distrust, his sister looking away from him, as he wiped his eyes, and gave a cheerful smile, though fake and pushed through the plastic of his cracked mask, his eyes trembling softly, as he caressed Yuugi and Ryou's soft cheeks softly, before slowly turning away, unheeding to the calls of the Hikari's behind him, as with his breaking heart he left to pack for home. Egypt would always welcome him, her warm deserts and blue skies would cheer him as he would try to forget the entire Duel Monster's disaster, and the Hikari's who trusted him.

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Malik Ishtar sighed softly, looking around his bare apartment, with irritated, red rimmed amethyst eyes, taking in the boxes and bags full of his clothes, random things he picked up in Domino City, the Millennium Rod safely tucked away, and wrapped with bubble wrap, and the bottom of one the many boxes in the near empty apartment. His computer he would sell, most likely, and his books he would pack away safely, wanting them for the apartment he would be buying as soon as he got his plane tickets. He would be leaving very soon, if not in the next three days. The 16 year old rested against his fridge, before turning and opening it, pulling out a juice box...Ishizu knew he liked them so she bought a lot of them for him...he opened it and suckled on the straw, which pulled the grape juice up to his mouth, as he made himself comfortable on his floor...he sipped the juice quietly, contemplating if he should ask Rishid to move in with him, so that he could help him pay the rent, as well as keep him company. As he was contemplating these things, he didn't notice the front door opening, and the wild haired Tomb Robber step into his kitchen, eyes narrowed, face dark...Malik only saw him when his eyes dragged from his feet to his face, (and everything in between, ooh lala), letting his amethyst eyes rest on cold mahogany...those pale lips turned into a sneer..

"So. You thought you'd just...run away a week later? Ryou and Yuugi are out of their heads bugging Yami and I to come keep you here." he said coldly...Malik looked away and slipped the straw from his grape flavored lips...

"..I don't care. I just want to leave. This isn't Egypt...it's foreign and I hate it." he spoke childishly, and Bakura narrowed his eyes walking to him and kneeling down, grabbing his chin to make the 16 year old look at him..

"You'd better care boy, because like it or not, I'm making you stay here, for Ryou.." he said, looking into those depthless amethyst eyes, feeling himself getting hot, as those lips trembled softly, and being a man of impulse Bakura leaned forward, capturing those lips hungrily, claiming them, and tasting the sweet grape flavor of the boy's soft mouth...Malik's eyes widened and he muffled against his mouth, biting his lower lip sharply, pushing him away and slapping him across the cheek, his eyes wide and untrusting, his voice trembling as Bakura held his red cheek in shock, eyes wide..

"..y-you...you had better leave...right now, Bakura..." the Egyptian said, wiggling away from him, stumbling a bit and opening the door, motioning for him to leave. Bakura stood, licking the blood off his lower lip as he gave the boy a look, and stepped out...Malik shut the door, locking it, and slid down it, covering his face as tears spilled down his cheeks, muted sobs filling his throat, as he trembled against the door, trying to block out his Yami's cold voice..

//Why'd you turn him away, hikari? You know you wanted him.// He whimpered a bit, hearing the voice, he knew it meant one thing...he appeared in the soul room of the Millennium Rod, and in front of the spirit. He looked up, into aloof amethyst eyes, and a smirk..

"...I w-wasn't...wasn't ready...you know that!!" he cried, looking to his stronger half, who snorted..

"You know you were, hikari... you never seem to reject my kisses, why'd you reject his?" Yami no Marik asked mockingly, as he moved to his trembling light and sat down pulling the boy into his lap. Malik talked easier knowing Marik wouldn't hit him, so the spirit cradled him gently, petting that silken blonde hair like he would a kitten...except he'd most likely murder the kitten...

"..I...I'm just not ready for...that...the kisses with you...they're special...I like it when you kiss me, and make me feel important...but...its you. You're my Yami...I have trust in you that no one else does...you've been with me for 10 near 11 years, Marik...I...just don't think I'm ready for something so intimate with Bakura...not yet..." he murmured, stroking a pattern on that broad chest he was laying against, Malik looked up into the icy amethyst eyes of his Yami, and gave a tiny smile, as the spirit leaned down capturing his mouth possessively, tasting the sweetness of the grape juice he drank, and a slight taste of Bakura, but he disregarded it, as his hikari melted in his arms, Marik's skilled tongue toying with his weaker half's...the smaller, younger one mewled lightly into the kiss, as Marik held him tightly, feeling his hikari's fingers tug lightly at his hair, the spirit smirked and suckled on his lower lip before pulling away fully, licking his lips looking at his flushed light...

"Go get some sleep, Hikari..." he said sternly...the younger boy smiled and blushed, kissing Marik lightly before disappearing from the soul room, and the spirit's arms. The spirit frowned, licking his lips again, as he watched his Hikari move to the kitchen and grab another juice box, moving to his unfurnished bedroom, and stripping out of his shirt, sipping his juice as he brushed his hair some, untangling the soft locks, and made himself presentable (for who, Marik wondered) he set the juice down and unclipped his golden bands from his neck, wrists and upper arms, rubbing the places where they were slightly, the golden skin slightly dented from wearing them all the time...he slipped his earrings off and replaced them with simple golden studs, before walking to his dresser, pulling out a pair of loose white cotton pants (Yami said white looked good on him, he reflected silently) and slipped his black khaki's down, revealing the black briefs he wore, changing those quickly, and slipping his pants over his fresh pair of briefs, he moved to the laundry room and dumped his black clothes in setting his white shirt aside, then moved back to his room, and finished his juice, throwing it away, before jumping onto his bed, curling up slightly...Marik chuckled watching his little hikari wiggle on his bed to make himself comfortable, cuddling under his blankets (black, Marik added idly) and shut off his light, closing his eyes, and falling into a light sleep...Marik sat on his light's bed, his body transparent, as he watched him quietly as he slept, as he did every night. Tomorrow wouldn't be much different, as today was but Malik would feel slightly better...

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