Interesting Valentines-Day

The pairings are Y/YY, R/B, M/M

I don't own Yugioh, as always, I don't even own that white bunny (but my mother has a black and white one, if that count?)

Yami, Marik and Bakura celebrate Valentines Day for the first time, since Anzu was talking about it since New Year, in hope Yami will come for her. But we all know that he will stay away from her as far as human possible…

There will be, as always, some Anzu-bashing. (Can't stay back from that, sorry)
Swearing, treating and stealing from Bakuras side.
Blood-flowing, gore and the murder of innocents from Mariks side, (he IS the insane one after all)
Some fluff with Yami and the Hikaris, and a scary Ishizu destroying her kitchen tools, and lots of chocolate…

Oh, and there will be three chapters, done without beta!

1. Bloody Valentine:

A blond, spiky head shoot through the small gap in the door.
Marik Ishtar looked to the right.
Then he looked to the left.
Good, the hall is empty, his way is clear and no one was in sight.
The night before he had left a gift on Maliks nightstand, and now he wanted to see his reaction to it, but with Ishizu always watching out that wasn't so easy to do.

That woman was always out to spoil his fun!
Slowly he crept in the hallway towards his Hikaris door.
He could clearly hear him stir awake inside, thanks to the wake-up-yell of his sister from downstairs a few minutes ago.
The best time for him to spy a little at his cautious light, watching that beautiful body bending and twisting to get out of his sleeping clothes and in in some tight pants and short shirts...

Through the keyhole he saw him roll out of his warm bed and rub his eyes cutely.
Until he saw his nightstand, that was.
Sitting there was an empty head on a silver plate, a death snake decorative curled over it, and looking out of one eye socket.
He was actually very proud of his gift, the shocked, totally horrified expression looked very great with the pale face and the open mouth. He even managed it not to punch any teeth out in the struggle to get this head for Malik. The head was sitting in a puddle of fresh blood, along with a lot of that chocolate- stuff everyone was so excided about.
Around its neck, the little snake had a small, red bow, and on top of the head was another red bow with white hearts on it.
A beautiful bracelet was inside instead of that ugly, mushy thing. That guy had been stupid enough to stop as Marik called him in the middle of the night, in a dark alley, so he hadn't used it anyway. So what was the point of keeping it, that stray dog was happy to have something to eat anyway…

Marik waited for a happy squeal or something, but the smaller one just starred at the thing on his nightstand and shook his head, as he saw some of the blood had swapped over.
'Ishizu will be happy.' he thought sarcastically. He would have to talk with the Yami before his little gift-giving-spree went too much out of hand.
His sister didn't trust Marik anyway, no need to confirm her worries. But than again, she seems to like her baseball-bat, even if she didn't know the sport. And Marik always got out of an argument with her with bruises and bumps…
'Maybe I should rather worry about my Yami then my sister…"

Even if the card had no name on it, Marik was the only one who would call such a thing 'romantic', and it was not the first one he got. But he wasn't really sure what his Yami intended with his gifts and all.

But at first he had to get up and chanced, before Marik woke up and dragged him out, no matter if he was nude or clothed or not.

Marik on the other hand was still looking trough the keyhole, but now no longer sad by the luck of appreciation for his great gift.
Because Malik was searching for a top to wear, his chest bare, and Marik licked his lips, hoping that his Hikari was unsure today, so he could watch him for a little longer.
He enjoyed the view greatly, blind for the danger coming from behind, until he heard a low growl.

Ishizu wasn't very found of Marik and his spying and stalking, since he was always watching her little brother, giving him creepy gifts, parts of death peoples or other nasty stuff.
And just yesterday she saw Malik in the evening searching for the broom before going to sleep.
Next thing she knew was that he was sticking it under his bed, moving around with narrowed eyes and muttering curses.
"Aren't you a little old for believing in the monsters hiding under your bed?" she asked amused, just as he heard a muffled yelp and Malik used the broom to shove his darker half out at the other side.
"See? There IS a monster under my bed!"

Ishizu shook the memory away and went looking for the two of them.
As every morning, Marik was sitting before Maliks door watching him change his clothes.
He was grinning like an idiot, liking his lips, and she didn't even want to know where the hand on his thigh was wandering next…

"Come on, my sweet Hikari; take that stupid pant away, too. Or better, let me do that for you. Come on, you don't need clothes for what I have in mind for us…"

She couldn't suppress a little growl as Marik didn't notice her. Every day the same, she just couldn't see why she wasn't allowed to simply kick that psycho out of the house.
But so all she could do was keeping him away from the door for the moment. Something she enjoyed somehow, even if she would never admit it out loud.
Violence wasn't fitting for a lady.

She tightens her hold on the pan in her hand and took a good swing, before she brought it down on the blondes head.
It was just a pity that her baseball-bat broke yesterday, as it made contact with Mariks head. Again.

But there was no startled yelp or running away this time, much to her disappointment.
She just blinked at the pan, which stuck on one of the blonde spikes with a big hole in the middle. Marik just turned around to her surprised, the pan still in his hair as he jumped up, hands raised in surrender:
"I didn't do anything, I swear! I wasn't watching him, or spying or thinking about fondling him! Really!"

As he heard voices, Malik opened the door and saw his sister and his darker half arguing.
Again.

Marik was disappointed as he noticed Maliks clothed state: 'Damn, I wanted to watch him chancing!'
Ishizu on the other hand smirked: 'And again he couldn't spy.'
But then she noticed what her sibling was holding. The head on her favorite cake plate. At last it was, before Marik used it.
"Please throw that thing away and come down for breakfast."

She turned around as he didn't receive an answer and found the shorter boy starring at the broken pan hanging on a spike of blonde hair.
"Maybe you should stop sneaking around in the morning, and she would stop hitting you over the head. That's the third pan, and her baseball bat broke, also."
"But Malik, I didn't do anything, I'm innocent! Really! I wasn't looking through the keyhole!"
"Right! And you weren't under my bed yesterday. Or in my closet… Why do you do that?"
"Because you are my pretty Hikari!"
As they went downstairs, Mariks eyes where glued to Maliks ass, lost in troughs about what he could do to him, he nearly felt down the stairs.

Both boys sat down on the table, and Marik sat his gift in the middle of it.
Malik ignored it, and Ishizu paled at the sight, stood up and left the table, while Marik stroke it proudly.
"And that's not the last gift I have for you today, Hikari-Pretty! Later I decorate your room all new for you, just wait! You will be proud of me, I promise! I make garlands for you; I still have the intestines of that guy somewhere around…."
"Marik, don't! Do that and my sister will kill you!" And he picked the pan out of his hair and looked through the hole in the middle.

"And what about that: We can go upstairs, and I help you out of your tight jeans…"
By now he had Malik dragged over in his lap and was whispering in his ear, while stroking his stomach under the shirt.

The shorter one tried to get away from the teasing hands, and Marik answered with a long lick from Maliks shoulder over his neck to his cheek.
"Or I take you…"
"Marik!"
The Hikari blushed under his tan skin and leaped up with a racing heart:
"I have school!"
And with that, he stood up and went for the door, leaving his sister alone to deal with the insane Spirit.

Marik looked after his Hikari with a longing look in his eyes. Why was he not reacting to his flirting? It should work, shouldn't it?

"I swear, Marik, the next time I see you bring body parts in like a cat brings mice, I kick your sorry ass out of here! And I don't care about darker half and all that crap." scowled Ishizu at Marik, ignoring it as he pouted up at her.
"But he is mine! He knows that! And…"

"Why don't you give him flowers, or a lovely little pet?
Like normal peoples do, something nice and sweet.
And maybe he will believe you when you tell him what you feel, instead of drowning him in blood."

'But it looks pretty on him!' he thought, but didn't said anything, maybe she was right?

"Or at last put your jewels in a normal box, like everyone else! He would maybe hear you out if you at last try to act normal for once. For him? The thinks you just do that because you are bored, not because you love him."
"But that's not true!"
She tried to reason with him, in hope to get finally all the blood out of her house, and maybe the Yami as well. If she had him one more day with her, she was going to kill him, and maybe tell Malik that it was Yami or Bakura, in a fight or something…

Marik in the main time starred at his not- so- perfect gift.
"And you really think I should get him something else?" Ishizu nodded enthusiastically.
"Yes! Flowers! A little pet! Just NO! MORE BLOOD!"

And with that, she shoved him out of the door. She wasn't very found of Marik, but her brother cared for him, the heaven knows why. And when they where together, maybe Malik would rub off on him.

'More likely the other way around, with my luck!'

Marik strolled through the city, trying to find such a great gift, that Malik would come and fly in his arms in happiness and love.
His own methods didn't work, maybe Ishizu was right and he should just plain tell him that he meant what he said.
Honesty, and not just to make fun.
But it was more fun this way! He loved to search for peoples to kill and give Malik parts of them, decorated with new jewels for him.
Malik looked so good in gold and gems, and he would love to kill all the stupid mortals looking at HIS Hikari that way.
Even if he could understand it perfectly, since he was doing the same.
The shorter one is beautiful, with his burning eyes and his smooth, tanned skin, his fiery temper…
Marik licked his lips with a predatory grin.
'Well, at first I have to win him over, and then…'

He stopped in his tracks as he saw a window beside him.
What has Ishizu said again: Flowers or pets…?
So he went in the shop and looked at all the little animals:

Maybe a bird?
But they are too terrible loud!
A dog?
Malik would have to get out of bed then early in the morning. Not what he wanted.
Then a kitten?
'Malik is cuter then any kitten can ever be.'
Bunnies or hamsters are too fluffy, and fishys don't have enough claws…

Marik started to rethink the whole thing as he saw a flash of white hair and angry barking was heard:
"Get the hell away from me, you fucking jerk, or I will kill you!"

A bright flash was seen, and a few of the peoples where suddenly gone, as the angry thief stormed out with something white struggling in his hand.
'When Bakura had the same idea it can't be that wrong… and Ishizu know such things…'

Just then he saw a tank of fishes, with a note on the glass:
"Don't touch!
Piranhas.
Need fish and other meat to eat."

With a big grin, he grabbed one of the nervous workers by the collar and pointed happily at the tank:
"I want them for my Hikari! And all he needs to properly care for them; I don't want them to die so fast! You give me that fishys!"

The man starred at him with wide, terrified eyes.
Why are so many psychos out today, is it a full-moon-day?
Marik hopped around, happy he found the wonderful pets, and clapped his hands.
Little fishys eating meal!
That was just perfect for his little Hikari, Ishizu was right!
And they could go out together and find peoples to cut parts out of them and feed the fishys with them, and they grow bigger and bigger, and then they could feed them with that evil Math-Teacher Malik was always complaining about!
That bastard was always so mean to the poor boy, giving him homework and detention, just because he refused to pay attention!
"That is so great, I'm sure he will totally love his bloodthirsty pets!"

(Good thing he wasn't in the zoo, and saw sharks ^_^)

He pointed at the worker with his millennium-rod and gave him the address to deliver the stuff as fast and soon as possible.
The ignored Bakuras death glares and strolled out of the shop to find the second part of his present.
Flowers.
Ishizu was right with the first part, so he will try the other thing as well.

He had to search in three flower shops to find the perfect flower for his Hikari. He wanted something as unique as the jewelry's boxes he always had.
But they where so hard to find, since everyone just wanted roses and all the boring crap…

He thought he saw a familiar short figure with black hair and blond bangs coming out of one of the flower-shops, but he wasn't sure, since that person had so many red roses in hand, he couldn't really see him.
Not that he cared anyway.

But finally Marik found the perfect flower:
A Venus flytrap.
He hadn't even known that there are flowers who can eat meal. He would have done that earlier if he had known that!
Humming with the big pot in his hand, he walked home to show Ishizu his prize.

"Meat-eating flowers?"
"Yes! Pretty, just like my Hikari, don't you think so?"
"But I was talking about roses! Or tulips, or something." Ishizu wasn't sure why she was so surprised, it was Marik!
"Roses? That little red thing with the thorns? They are boring, and everyone gives them! Malik deserves something special! This is special, and I don't care if you or that girl in the shop looks funny! I like them, and Malik will, too!"

Ishizu just shook her head, why did she even try, that guy is insane and will ever be that way.
"Oh, and Marik, do you know why a pet-shop-worker was here a while ago to deliver something? It is in Maliks room, and I know you have something to do with that!"

"Yep, Maliks new pets! You where right about it, so I got him little fishes!"
Now the woman was surprised, a goldfish is somehow normal…

"And so I got him Piranhas! They are cool, maybe one day we even can feed them Yami! We throw the stupid pharaoh in the tank and watch the fishys gnawing on him. Isn't that a wonderful idea? By the way, did you keep the delivery-man?"
"Why the hell should I do that?"
"To feed Maliks new pets and his flower, of course!"
"Marik. No, forget it, just go away. And don't decorate Maliks room with blood or something, or you will need to find a new home!"

"Okay! But I need a red ribbon to make bows. I saw a lot of bows and ribbons today, I need them, too!"
He run after the woman and pulled at her dress like a begging little kid: "Ishizu, I really need bows, nobody told me that there is a special way to decorate today.
The witch was just always ranting about friendship and that you have to give gifts to show that you love someone. She never told me that I need bows and hearts, too! Oh, and I need hearts, and…"
"HERE!" Ishizu cut in and gave him a lot of things, hoping he wouldn't go out to find real hearts. Although she wasn't sure if it was safe to give him scissors, but then again: Maybe he will use them to kill himself?

For the next few hours, she didn't see and heard anything from him, much to her relief, and she was glad as her brother came from school, his bock bag full of chocolate.
He had something long in his hand, wrapped in red paper: "Ishizu, I have a gift for my favorite sister!"
"You mean your only sister!"
"Favorite…Only … it's all the same." And he gave her the wrapped object.
"A new baseball-bat! Thank you, little brother, just what I need for the psycho you calls your Yami!"

As he heard voices from downstairs he got down to look, but Marik rushed quickly back in Maliks room as the other saw him.
Moments later he heard steps and Malik stuck his head in his room.
"Marik? What are you up to? My sister said you where really busy today? How many deaths?"

"None!" pouted Marik and slumped down on the bed. In the corner was a cloth over the tank, and Marik had a lot of heard pinned on it with needles.
"Really? Well, good, I got a lot of chocolate in school, want some?"
Marik starred at the brown stuff his Hikari gave him, before popping it in his mouth.
"Sweet!"
"Yeah, right?" Malik beamed up at him as Marik finished two boxes in not even a minute, shattering the rest all over the room as he tried some from here and some from there.
Suddenly he looked up, bounced at the shorter one and hugged him happily.

"But what did you do to my room?" Malik asked as they finished another box of chocolates, nosing toward the covered thing and the lots of hearth lying on the floor.
Marik had cut them out of white, red and pink paper, shreds of it still in his hair. But they where not the normal hearts, but looking somehow like the organs.
"You know, peoples are stupid, they don't even know how a heart looks like!" Marik whined and stole another piece of sweets out of Maliks hand before he could eat it.

Ribbons where tied to the bedposts, to the chair, also pinned with needles on the cloth over the tank.
Marik even had some of them in his hair, sticking the spikes. The red and pink bows making him look even more insane then usually, before he leaped up and skipped over to the table.

"But I have presents for you, too, and Ishizu said they are good! Good for such a day to give!" and he let go of him to give him the flower-pot, also decorated with the things he called hearts, hopping up and down as he waited for his reaction.
"Well… Thanks, I guess?"
"It's a flower! But you have to feed it with meat! Because it eats meat! A meat-eating flower, I found it just for you!"
Malik smiled at him and sat the pot on his windowsill: "Of course, Marik, what else would it need."

Marik hugged him again and showed him the clothed thing. He took one of his slender hands and used it to uncover the tank with his new pets:
"And don't forget about your little fishys, they need meat as well! They are also a gift to you."
Again he let go of the smaller boy to look at him
"You like?" he asked softly, and Malik couldn't help but laugh:
"Yes, I like them. They are… unique. You don't get every day a tank full of piranhas."
And he watched his new pets swimming around for a moment, as Marik snuggled in his neck and held him tightly to his chest.
"I want to be your gift, too!" he whined quietly "Don't want to let go…"
Malik turned around in his grip to look at him. Than the Yami suddenly giggled insanely and plopped with his prey down on the bed.

"You are mine, and no one else can have you!"
"Yeah, sure, Marik!" and he patted his arm.
"NO! No, I really, really mean it! I love you, you know! And I mean really, not just as my Hikari!"
"Marik, do you even know what you are talking about?"
"Of course I know that! I may be insane, but I know that I love you!
You are my Hikari, and you are always on my side, and whenever someone dares to look at you funny, I'm going to kill him!
I decorate his house with his insides, I make his hands as new ring-holders for you, and his head will be a box for jewelries, and the rest of him is food for your plant. And flower. To help them grow big and strong!"
By now he had Malik pinned under him on his bed and was straddling his waist, hands on his shoulders, as he glared down at him.

It was one of the rare moments the Yami was looking sincere.
"Malik…" he said softly, caressing his cheek with gentle fingers: "I really know what I'm talking about. And I'm not making fun, and I don't just want your body."
His eyes where wandering up and down the slender form under him with a sly grin: "Even if I really don't mind your good looks, but that's not all I am after. I want you, Hikari-mine."

Malik had to admit that he was touched by his honesty and open words, knowing that they where true and he knew for sure that he had more then just a little crush on his darker half.
Until now, he was just resisting because he wasn't sure if his Yami meant it or if he was just playing with him, even if he didn't meant to harm him…

Marik still blinked down at him at the lack of response:
"Malik? Do you want me, too? Even if I'm not the sanest one? Because I can try, you know. I did today, I gave you flowers and pets, like normal peoples do!"
Now Malik couldn't hold back any longer, and he chuckled softy as his arms found their way around the others neck:
"Yes, my dark, and you did really great."
"So you believe me? You love me, too, right?" he asked hopefully, just to chance his mood again suddenly.

With a happy squeal, he rolled them around on the bed and hugged the breath out of the shorter one, who also laughed at the others, most likely chocolate-induced, playfulness.
With a thud they where suddenly on the floor, and Marik couldn't hold his wandering fingers back as he landed on his Hikari, and he tickled him until he gave up.
"You win, you win, I give up!"

The Yami shrugged and grabbed another box of chocolates from the floor to give him a short break, as he leant against the warm, heavily breathing body.
But suddenly looked thoughtfully from the sweets in his hand and around to Malik, still sitting on the floor:
"Malik?"
"Hmm?" he didn't answer, since he had his mouth full of chocolate Marik had stuffed in it.
"You are my boyfriend now, right?"
Malik was blushing a little under his tan, not nodded nonetheless. He was right after all.
"That means, no one is allowed to molest you, right?"
"You of all people should know how stupid it would be to even try! You where the one I had to throw out of my room every evening of the last weeks, out of the bathroom when I wanted to shower… You know what I mean, you where the only one stupid enough trying it."

"But they gave you sweets! That means that they want to take you away from me!"
"No, no one will take me away. And I can take care of myself you know?" he said with a light growl. He was not Ryou or Yugi, needing someone to keep them save and protected!

The insane one threw the empty box away and hugged (yet again) his Hikari, before he jumped up on the bed and giggled.
"You are so adorable when you growl, like a little kitty! Growling and hissing and cute, and all mine!"
"Mine, mine, mine, mine alone!" the former spirit sang, his Hikari firmly in his arms and bouncing happily on the bed.

Then Marik stopped for a moment to pick up another box, eating the sweet stuff before looking at the card dangling on it, still standing with Malik on his bed:
"Maybe I should just kill them? You are mine, so I can do that, right? Even Yami does that, and everyone says he is a good guy!"
Malik embraced him, resting his head on the taller ones shoulder "And since when do you need a reason to do such a thing?"

He traced with his lips for a moment over the others, but as he was about to pull away from the short contact, a hand in his hair kept him from doing so.
Their first kiss tasted of chocolate, and sweets, and left them craving for more…

TBC (First part of three)

As I wrote that part with Mariks ideas of winning over Malik in 'I hate Mondays', I thought about making it in a short story, but then a lot of other things got in my way and I forgot about today after waking up I thought again about it and had more ideas and scenes. Don't ask why, I don't know it myself.

I know it is not totally right with the timeline:
Yami and Bakura told him about the flowers and pet, and later, not Ishizu... But please ignore it for now, I somehow like poor, sugar-high Marik alsways changeing his mood...