My Tenshi
Chibi B: Hallo! ^_^ *angry reviewers throw tomatoes and various other objects at her* Wai! Wai! I'm sorry I'm sorry! *ducks* ^^; I know, I know. Why start ANOTHER fic when I'm not done with my other two. Well, this is just for when I have an itching feeling to write some random short story about my favorite four bishies. They're a series of different one shots between, you guessed it, Ryou, Bakura, Malik, and Marik. XD
Some fics will be Ryou/Bakura, Malik/Marik, Ryou/Malik, Bakura/Marik, Bakura/Malik/Ryou, Ryou/Bakura/Marik, etc.. You get the picture. ^_^
Sometimes a fic will be carried off from another one, if I get a lot of reviews on that one story. Make any sense? I hope so, cause I don't know how else to explain it. ^^;;;
All right, here's the first fic, My Tenshi (I know, it's SO original -_-) It's a Marik/Bakura and slight Malik/Ryou
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! ...So there..
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Bakura sighed in relief as he stepped out of the house, stretching his arms above his head. It was around two in the morning, and Ryou was still sleeping soundly, oblivious to Bakura's nightly escapes. But damn was that boy a light sleeper, Bakura had almost been caught on several occasions.
Yawning, Bakura stuck his hands in his jean pockets and made his way down the lamp lit street towards the park. He loved taking walks when nobody was around, it made it much more peaceful and relaxing.
Lately, Ryou has been getting on Bakura's nerves. How, you ask? He keeps fantasizing about a certain violet eyed, blond haired, psycho Egyptian hikari. Now, don't get Bakura wrong, he wasn't against it or anything, but seeing his aibou daydream about him in his school and practically worship the ground before him made him ill. And what aggravated Bakura even more was that Malik was totally oblivious to Ryou's crush on him.
Bakura paused as he arrived at the front entrance of the park, glancing around to make sure no one else was there before continuing on his way. He lifted his head upwards to stare at the sparkling night sky.
"The stars and the moon sure are beautiful tonight." He murmured to himself. Then stopped walking abruptly. "Where did THAT come from? The infamous Tomb Robber Bakura would never have even thought of such things as that!" He shouted to himself furiously.
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"Hn. Who am I kidding?" Bakura started walking again, muttering to himself. "I know I've gone soft throughout the years. Being around my hikari so much must have made me weak."
"Well, well, well. Who do we have here?"
Bakura jumped and spun around sharply, inwardly cursing himself for letting someone sneak up on him. He narrowed his eyes at the hooded figure in front of him, fists clenched together tightly and ready for a fight.
"Oh my, Bakura. It seems you've lost your touch."
Bakura twitched, recognizing the mocking voice.
"What do you want?" He questioned irritably. Was it too much to ask for a quiet uninterrupted stroll in the park? Bakura relaxed from his tensed position and glared at the other darkly.
Marik pulled back his hood and chuckled. Bakura glowered at him harder. Was he mocking him? The white haired yami shook his head and decided to ignore him, walking past the former rare hunter with out so much as a glance in his direction. He was stopped though as a hand clamped itself on his arm, holding him back.
"It's rude to ignore people Baku-chan." Marik chastised, wagging a finger at Bakura mockingly, his grin still apparent on his face. Bakura broke free of the other's grip and frowned at him.
"Does it look like I care?" He spat out viciously. It hadn't even been five minutes and Marik had already gotten on Bakura's nerves.
"Aww, I'm hurt!" Marik sniffled dramatically, holding a hand to his heart. "I thought you said you cared about me!"
By now Bakura was twitching madly, his hands itching to wrap themselves around Marik's neck. He spun around on his heel and proceeded to march angrily back to his lights house. So much for a nice walk in the park...
A hand clamped itself on his shoulder again and Bakura found himself being turned around sharply. He was about to give Marik a piece of his mind when all of a sudden he found a pair of warm lips on his own. He gasped out in surprise and that was all Marik needed as he thrust his tongue demandingly into Bakura's mouth, exploring every inch that he could.
Bakura melted into the dominating kiss. His knees buckled underneath him and he collapsed onto Marik's chest, fisting his hands in the other's shirt. Marik pulled back, panting slightly and nibbled on the other yami's earlobe.
"Aishiteru, my tenshi.." A voice whispered, making Bakura shudder at the feelings behind the words.
As soon as the kiss came, it was gone. Bakura stood there dazedly, his mind trying to comprehend what had happened. The warmth that was once wrapped around him was gone and he blinked, looking around the park. Marik was nowhere in sight. Still dizzy and confused, Bakura dazedly made his way back to Ryou's before his light woke up. He shed his shirt and pants and slipped under the covers in his boxers.
He laid in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking to himself before his eyelids slid shut, falling into a blissful sleep.
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"Bakura! Come on, it's time to get up! Bakura!"
Grumbling, the yami turned over on his side, pulling a pillow over his head to block out the annoying sound of his hikari's voice.
"Bakura!" Ryou stomped into the room. "Get you're lazy butt up! You're going to make me late! We have to meet Malik in an hour!"
"Nani?" Bakura slurred, yawning widely. He glared at Ryou. "What are you talking about? Who said I was coming?"
"I did." The chocolate-eyed hikari said sternly, hands on his hips. "Now hurry up and get ready or you'll get no breakfast!" He slammed the door shut on his way out, startling Bakura who fell out of bed tangled in the sheets. He sighed heavily, then scowled. He had the strangest dream last night... He had gone to the park, and Marik was there...
"Why me?" He groaned, untangling himself from the sheets and stumbling into the bathroom, taking a quick shower before heading downstairs, not bothering to blow dry his hair. He walked into the kitchen and was met with the sight of his hikari cooking. Ryou turned around and eyed the clothes his yami was wearing.
"Yami! You're going to fry in that leather, it's the middle of summer!" Ryou scolded, buttering a piece of toast. Bakura shrugged and snatched the food from Ryou's hand, shoving it into his mouth rudely, receiving a disapproving look from his other half. "Fine, suffer if you want. See if I care." Ryou huffed, turning around to make himself another piece of toast.
Bakura sat down at the table and thought again about the dream he had last night. Marik had, had kissed him. And he enjoyed it! He shook his head, wondering why he would dream of something like that. Before deciding not to think about it any further.
"Ano, Hikari?" Bakura yawned, looking at the clock.
"Nan desu ka?"
"What time were we supposed to meet Malik again?" Ryou looked at the clock and swore, surprising Bakura greatly.
"Oooh! We're late!" He squealed, grabbing Bakura's hand and dragging him out the door and down to the park he was meeting Malik at. Bakura sighed once again as he was being yanked down the street.
"Why me?"
They arrived at the park no more than a few minutes late, noticing that Malik was nowhere in sight.
"You know he's never on time Ryou." Bakura grumbled, plopping down on the bench by the small pond area. "Why must you insist on leaving earlier than we have to?"
"I know he usually doesn't show up on time." Ryou smiled. "But still, it doesn't hurt to be early."
Bakura let out a deep breath and looked around. He shivered, recalling that this was the park where he and Marik were in his dream the night before. He touched his lips, remembering the way Marik had dominated him in a way that he had never let anyone do before. Bakura growled to himself. Why was he obsessing over some dream that never happened? And why did he feel so disappointed that it was only a dream and not reality.
"Hey! Ryou-chan!" Bakura's head snapped up hearing a voice call his hikari's name.
"Konnichiwa Malik-kun!" Ryou ran up to the tan blond haired hikari. "How are you?"
"Fine! And yourself?" Malik smiled, making Ryou's insides melt.
"I'm good." Ryou then noticed the figure walking up alongside Malik.
"Oh, I hope you don't mind if I brought my yami along, but he wanted to come for some reason." Malik shot a quizzical look at Marik, which the other ignored, just staring past him and Ryou and at Bakura who was still seated on the bench. "By the way, sorry that I'm late." Malik apologized sheepishly.
"You're always late." Bakura grumbled, finally coming over to stand by the three.
"Bakura! Be nice." Ryou chastised before turning his smile to Malik. "It's alright Malik-kun." Bakura rolled his eyes before wandering away from the group. He didn't feel like watching his hikari obsess of Malik again today.
"Well Bakura, this sure looks familiar, doesn't it?" Bakura turned his head to look at Marik who was standing behind him.
"What do you mean?" He asked, turning around to face the other completely.
"Don't tell me you forgot about last night already." Marik smirked, watching the yami's reactions carefully.
"Last night? What are you talki-?" Bakura's eyes widened. "It, it wasn't a dream?"
"Iie, I'm afraid not." Marik sauntered up to Bakura seductively. "Were you hoping it was a dream Baku-chan?" He placed his palm on Bakura's pale face, softly rubbing his thumb under the other's eye. Bakura swallowed thickly, not knowing what to do or how to answer. "My dear little Bakura." Marik purred, stepping in closer to him. He pressed his lips softly to Bakura's in a chaste kiss. "Do you know how extremely beautiful you are?"
Bakura's heart caught in his throat as he stared deeply into Marik's eyes. There was lust, desire, need , and also, something Bakura's couldn't read in those violet depths. Marik pulled Bakura even closer to him.
"Aishiteru." Marik whispered.
Bakura's eyes widened hearing those words before he was pulled into another mind-blowing kiss.
"Aishiteru... My tenshi."
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Chibi B: That's it. I know it sucks, and I know it's short. . But I've been dying to write a Marik/Bakura fic for a while now. Until next time! (BTW, this is probably going to be continued in a sequal... later on, when I feel like typing it.^^;)
R&R!!! (Pretty please? It feeds my brain new good ideas! I may even be persuaded enough to write some lemons! ^_^)
Chibi B: Hallo! ^_^ *angry reviewers throw tomatoes and various other objects at her* Wai! Wai! I'm sorry I'm sorry! *ducks* ^^; I know, I know. Why start ANOTHER fic when I'm not done with my other two. Well, this is just for when I have an itching feeling to write some random short story about my favorite four bishies. They're a series of different one shots between, you guessed it, Ryou, Bakura, Malik, and Marik. XD
Some fics will be Ryou/Bakura, Malik/Marik, Ryou/Malik, Bakura/Marik, Bakura/Malik/Ryou, Ryou/Bakura/Marik, etc.. You get the picture. ^_^
Sometimes a fic will be carried off from another one, if I get a lot of reviews on that one story. Make any sense? I hope so, cause I don't know how else to explain it. ^^;;;
All right, here's the first fic, My Tenshi (I know, it's SO original -_-) It's a Marik/Bakura and slight Malik/Ryou
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! ...So there..
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Bakura sighed in relief as he stepped out of the house, stretching his arms above his head. It was around two in the morning, and Ryou was still sleeping soundly, oblivious to Bakura's nightly escapes. But damn was that boy a light sleeper, Bakura had almost been caught on several occasions.
Yawning, Bakura stuck his hands in his jean pockets and made his way down the lamp lit street towards the park. He loved taking walks when nobody was around, it made it much more peaceful and relaxing.
Lately, Ryou has been getting on Bakura's nerves. How, you ask? He keeps fantasizing about a certain violet eyed, blond haired, psycho Egyptian hikari. Now, don't get Bakura wrong, he wasn't against it or anything, but seeing his aibou daydream about him in his school and practically worship the ground before him made him ill. And what aggravated Bakura even more was that Malik was totally oblivious to Ryou's crush on him.
Bakura paused as he arrived at the front entrance of the park, glancing around to make sure no one else was there before continuing on his way. He lifted his head upwards to stare at the sparkling night sky.
"The stars and the moon sure are beautiful tonight." He murmured to himself. Then stopped walking abruptly. "Where did THAT come from? The infamous Tomb Robber Bakura would never have even thought of such things as that!" He shouted to himself furiously.
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"Hn. Who am I kidding?" Bakura started walking again, muttering to himself. "I know I've gone soft throughout the years. Being around my hikari so much must have made me weak."
"Well, well, well. Who do we have here?"
Bakura jumped and spun around sharply, inwardly cursing himself for letting someone sneak up on him. He narrowed his eyes at the hooded figure in front of him, fists clenched together tightly and ready for a fight.
"Oh my, Bakura. It seems you've lost your touch."
Bakura twitched, recognizing the mocking voice.
"What do you want?" He questioned irritably. Was it too much to ask for a quiet uninterrupted stroll in the park? Bakura relaxed from his tensed position and glared at the other darkly.
Marik pulled back his hood and chuckled. Bakura glowered at him harder. Was he mocking him? The white haired yami shook his head and decided to ignore him, walking past the former rare hunter with out so much as a glance in his direction. He was stopped though as a hand clamped itself on his arm, holding him back.
"It's rude to ignore people Baku-chan." Marik chastised, wagging a finger at Bakura mockingly, his grin still apparent on his face. Bakura broke free of the other's grip and frowned at him.
"Does it look like I care?" He spat out viciously. It hadn't even been five minutes and Marik had already gotten on Bakura's nerves.
"Aww, I'm hurt!" Marik sniffled dramatically, holding a hand to his heart. "I thought you said you cared about me!"
By now Bakura was twitching madly, his hands itching to wrap themselves around Marik's neck. He spun around on his heel and proceeded to march angrily back to his lights house. So much for a nice walk in the park...
A hand clamped itself on his shoulder again and Bakura found himself being turned around sharply. He was about to give Marik a piece of his mind when all of a sudden he found a pair of warm lips on his own. He gasped out in surprise and that was all Marik needed as he thrust his tongue demandingly into Bakura's mouth, exploring every inch that he could.
Bakura melted into the dominating kiss. His knees buckled underneath him and he collapsed onto Marik's chest, fisting his hands in the other's shirt. Marik pulled back, panting slightly and nibbled on the other yami's earlobe.
"Aishiteru, my tenshi.." A voice whispered, making Bakura shudder at the feelings behind the words.
As soon as the kiss came, it was gone. Bakura stood there dazedly, his mind trying to comprehend what had happened. The warmth that was once wrapped around him was gone and he blinked, looking around the park. Marik was nowhere in sight. Still dizzy and confused, Bakura dazedly made his way back to Ryou's before his light woke up. He shed his shirt and pants and slipped under the covers in his boxers.
He laid in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking to himself before his eyelids slid shut, falling into a blissful sleep.
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"Bakura! Come on, it's time to get up! Bakura!"
Grumbling, the yami turned over on his side, pulling a pillow over his head to block out the annoying sound of his hikari's voice.
"Bakura!" Ryou stomped into the room. "Get you're lazy butt up! You're going to make me late! We have to meet Malik in an hour!"
"Nani?" Bakura slurred, yawning widely. He glared at Ryou. "What are you talking about? Who said I was coming?"
"I did." The chocolate-eyed hikari said sternly, hands on his hips. "Now hurry up and get ready or you'll get no breakfast!" He slammed the door shut on his way out, startling Bakura who fell out of bed tangled in the sheets. He sighed heavily, then scowled. He had the strangest dream last night... He had gone to the park, and Marik was there...
"Why me?" He groaned, untangling himself from the sheets and stumbling into the bathroom, taking a quick shower before heading downstairs, not bothering to blow dry his hair. He walked into the kitchen and was met with the sight of his hikari cooking. Ryou turned around and eyed the clothes his yami was wearing.
"Yami! You're going to fry in that leather, it's the middle of summer!" Ryou scolded, buttering a piece of toast. Bakura shrugged and snatched the food from Ryou's hand, shoving it into his mouth rudely, receiving a disapproving look from his other half. "Fine, suffer if you want. See if I care." Ryou huffed, turning around to make himself another piece of toast.
Bakura sat down at the table and thought again about the dream he had last night. Marik had, had kissed him. And he enjoyed it! He shook his head, wondering why he would dream of something like that. Before deciding not to think about it any further.
"Ano, Hikari?" Bakura yawned, looking at the clock.
"Nan desu ka?"
"What time were we supposed to meet Malik again?" Ryou looked at the clock and swore, surprising Bakura greatly.
"Oooh! We're late!" He squealed, grabbing Bakura's hand and dragging him out the door and down to the park he was meeting Malik at. Bakura sighed once again as he was being yanked down the street.
"Why me?"
They arrived at the park no more than a few minutes late, noticing that Malik was nowhere in sight.
"You know he's never on time Ryou." Bakura grumbled, plopping down on the bench by the small pond area. "Why must you insist on leaving earlier than we have to?"
"I know he usually doesn't show up on time." Ryou smiled. "But still, it doesn't hurt to be early."
Bakura let out a deep breath and looked around. He shivered, recalling that this was the park where he and Marik were in his dream the night before. He touched his lips, remembering the way Marik had dominated him in a way that he had never let anyone do before. Bakura growled to himself. Why was he obsessing over some dream that never happened? And why did he feel so disappointed that it was only a dream and not reality.
"Hey! Ryou-chan!" Bakura's head snapped up hearing a voice call his hikari's name.
"Konnichiwa Malik-kun!" Ryou ran up to the tan blond haired hikari. "How are you?"
"Fine! And yourself?" Malik smiled, making Ryou's insides melt.
"I'm good." Ryou then noticed the figure walking up alongside Malik.
"Oh, I hope you don't mind if I brought my yami along, but he wanted to come for some reason." Malik shot a quizzical look at Marik, which the other ignored, just staring past him and Ryou and at Bakura who was still seated on the bench. "By the way, sorry that I'm late." Malik apologized sheepishly.
"You're always late." Bakura grumbled, finally coming over to stand by the three.
"Bakura! Be nice." Ryou chastised before turning his smile to Malik. "It's alright Malik-kun." Bakura rolled his eyes before wandering away from the group. He didn't feel like watching his hikari obsess of Malik again today.
"Well Bakura, this sure looks familiar, doesn't it?" Bakura turned his head to look at Marik who was standing behind him.
"What do you mean?" He asked, turning around to face the other completely.
"Don't tell me you forgot about last night already." Marik smirked, watching the yami's reactions carefully.
"Last night? What are you talki-?" Bakura's eyes widened. "It, it wasn't a dream?"
"Iie, I'm afraid not." Marik sauntered up to Bakura seductively. "Were you hoping it was a dream Baku-chan?" He placed his palm on Bakura's pale face, softly rubbing his thumb under the other's eye. Bakura swallowed thickly, not knowing what to do or how to answer. "My dear little Bakura." Marik purred, stepping in closer to him. He pressed his lips softly to Bakura's in a chaste kiss. "Do you know how extremely beautiful you are?"
Bakura's heart caught in his throat as he stared deeply into Marik's eyes. There was lust, desire, need , and also, something Bakura's couldn't read in those violet depths. Marik pulled Bakura even closer to him.
"Aishiteru." Marik whispered.
Bakura's eyes widened hearing those words before he was pulled into another mind-blowing kiss.
"Aishiteru... My tenshi."
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Chibi B: That's it. I know it sucks, and I know it's short. . But I've been dying to write a Marik/Bakura fic for a while now. Until next time! (BTW, this is probably going to be continued in a sequal... later on, when I feel like typing it.^^;)
R&R!!! (Pretty please? It feeds my brain new good ideas! I may even be persuaded enough to write some lemons! ^_^)