Untamable:Somebody Save Me...
folder
Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,302
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,302
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Untamable:Somebody Save Me...
Title: Untamable: Somebody Save Me...
Diclaimer: I don't own shit except for the storyline...don't sue!
I'm not sure about the pairings all I know 100% is that there is going to be a little Ishizu/Rashid and definitely some Marik/Bakura but that's it. Raiting will be NC-17 for later chapters. ^_^ Enjoy
~**********~
"Hello, You must be Marik" a calm voice said from behind him. Marik turned around to see perhaps the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She was about 5'11" her skin was the color of mocha, her eyes and hair were black as night. Marik shrugged his shoulders " Yeah..." she extend her hand forward and bent slightly at the waist, as if talking to an incapacitated twelve-year-old.
"Hey there, my name's Ishizu." She said sweetly, Marik's eyes narrowed and he shoved his hands into his leather pants tossing his head to the side to get some stray spiky hair out of his eyes. "That's nice." Was all he said as he eyed her hand. Ishizu stared at him for awhile, not for a second looking the least bit offended. Shrugging she straightened and pushed her hair back over her shoulder. She looked away then, her eyes searching the crowed, before they settled back on him.
"It's amazing you know, you look exactly like my brother." She informed him a small smile pasted on her face "The only difference is-"
"Ishizu I looked everywhere and I couldn't fin- OH MY GODS!" a voice interrupted from behind her. Marik looked over her shoulder and couldn't help but let a look of absolute shock come over him, he even felt his limbs stiffen. The boy in front of him was almost the exact mirror image of himself. Marik quickly erased his shocked expression and replaced it with a forlorn one.
"Ah! Speak of the devil." Ishizu commented as she placed her hand on her shorter brother's head.
"The devil?" Marik echoed eyeing his mirror image, the boy looked much younger then Marik did, and definitely much more innocent. Marik looked away and puffed. This was gonna be harder then he had previously thought. The boy stretched out his hand.
"Hey there! My name's Malik!"
Marik's eyes went round "Your name's WHAT?" he barked. Malik jumped and pulled his hand away.
"Your name's Malik?!"
"Mmhmm, the one and only..." he sounded like a chirping bird
"Dear Ra! I'm gonna shoot myself..."
The boy-Malik- frowned and looked at his sister who smiled cheerfully and rubbed his back comfortingly. Marik picked up his one battered black duffel bag from off the floor and began heading for the exit of the airport.
"What?" he asked "Do you guyz wanna set up camp here? Cuz if you do, I'd much rather return to L.A..." Marik heard Malik mutter something like "Hope the plane explodes on you're way back..." before his elder sister chided him silently.
The drive was a somewhat long one, and the two boys were mostly quiet though Ishizu tried to make conversation throughout the ride. Her efforts were a waste of time and they irritated Marik quite a bit. He kept his cool however as he let his eyes drift over the orange/red light the setting sun cast on the scenery before him.
"Oy!" Malik chirped from the seat beside Marik (It seemed that Ishizu had told him before hand to sit in the back with Marik, probably to make him feel more included, Marik didn't care and Malik had looked pretty pissed off about it). Malik was eyeing Marik's jewelry: he had arm cuffs around each arm, one was just like a thick oversized bracelet while the other, the one facing Malik, was that of a snake. The snake's body coiled twice around Marik's arm while it's head slid about an inch and a half down Marik's arm before engulfing it's own tale in it's mouth.
"That's a cool...Um.ol sol stainless steel -whatever you want to call it- around your arm..."
Marik raised his arm, looked at it and smiled "Yes, I know...and it's not a 'stainless steel whatever you want to call it', it's a platinum arm cuff."
"Really?" Malik was silent for a second then added suspiciously "Did you steal it?" Marik heard Ishizu gasp in front of him she turned around and snapped "Malik!" she glared only for about a second before diverting her eyes back to the road. Malik cringed at his sister's enraged reaction and sat back silently. Marik felt his right eye twitch (something that often happened when he was getting ticked).
Steal it? The little fucker thought he'd stolen it! If only Saint Malik knew the crap he'd had to go through to earn the shit he had. Marik smothered the urge to turn around and clobber the prick, instead he turned, gave Malik the finger while muttering "I can't believe I chose this over jail..." Malik's eyes went wide "Have you ever been to jail?".
"No" Marik lied "are you going to give me a reason to be thrown in jail?" Malik puffed "Listen man I'm gonna tell you this straight up, stay out of my room! You can't steal anything anyway. Everything pricey I've got is chained, caged or coded so you can't get squat hear that?" Marik shrugged "Ya, and let me tell you something: keep out of my face...if you like your body parts just where they are, you hear?" Malik shrugged "I guarantee that won't be a problem." He snapped before both squished themselves on their doors and glared out the window angrily.
From the driver's seat Ishizu sighed, this was going to take a lot of work and a lot of adjusting. She looked through the rear view mirror at the two identical yet completely diametric boys sitting in the back seats. She sighed again and tucked some hair behind her ear. She hoped Rashid was waiting for her on the doorstep when she got home, Ishizu smiled; she loved it when he did that. Besides, she was going to need the support. Upon arriving home she was going to have to set down the rules for Marik and she had no doubt that he was strong willed. A teen that had experienced as much as Marik had was bound to be wild, unpredictable and utterly incorrigible...She was going to need as much support as she could get.
Diclaimer: I don't own shit except for the storyline...don't sue!
I'm not sure about the pairings all I know 100% is that there is going to be a little Ishizu/Rashid and definitely some Marik/Bakura but that's it. Raiting will be NC-17 for later chapters. ^_^ Enjoy
~**********~
"Hello, You must be Marik" a calm voice said from behind him. Marik turned around to see perhaps the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She was about 5'11" her skin was the color of mocha, her eyes and hair were black as night. Marik shrugged his shoulders " Yeah..." she extend her hand forward and bent slightly at the waist, as if talking to an incapacitated twelve-year-old.
"Hey there, my name's Ishizu." She said sweetly, Marik's eyes narrowed and he shoved his hands into his leather pants tossing his head to the side to get some stray spiky hair out of his eyes. "That's nice." Was all he said as he eyed her hand. Ishizu stared at him for awhile, not for a second looking the least bit offended. Shrugging she straightened and pushed her hair back over her shoulder. She looked away then, her eyes searching the crowed, before they settled back on him.
"It's amazing you know, you look exactly like my brother." She informed him a small smile pasted on her face "The only difference is-"
"Ishizu I looked everywhere and I couldn't fin- OH MY GODS!" a voice interrupted from behind her. Marik looked over her shoulder and couldn't help but let a look of absolute shock come over him, he even felt his limbs stiffen. The boy in front of him was almost the exact mirror image of himself. Marik quickly erased his shocked expression and replaced it with a forlorn one.
"Ah! Speak of the devil." Ishizu commented as she placed her hand on her shorter brother's head.
"The devil?" Marik echoed eyeing his mirror image, the boy looked much younger then Marik did, and definitely much more innocent. Marik looked away and puffed. This was gonna be harder then he had previously thought. The boy stretched out his hand.
"Hey there! My name's Malik!"
Marik's eyes went round "Your name's WHAT?" he barked. Malik jumped and pulled his hand away.
"Your name's Malik?!"
"Mmhmm, the one and only..." he sounded like a chirping bird
"Dear Ra! I'm gonna shoot myself..."
The boy-Malik- frowned and looked at his sister who smiled cheerfully and rubbed his back comfortingly. Marik picked up his one battered black duffel bag from off the floor and began heading for the exit of the airport.
"What?" he asked "Do you guyz wanna set up camp here? Cuz if you do, I'd much rather return to L.A..." Marik heard Malik mutter something like "Hope the plane explodes on you're way back..." before his elder sister chided him silently.
The drive was a somewhat long one, and the two boys were mostly quiet though Ishizu tried to make conversation throughout the ride. Her efforts were a waste of time and they irritated Marik quite a bit. He kept his cool however as he let his eyes drift over the orange/red light the setting sun cast on the scenery before him.
"Oy!" Malik chirped from the seat beside Marik (It seemed that Ishizu had told him before hand to sit in the back with Marik, probably to make him feel more included, Marik didn't care and Malik had looked pretty pissed off about it). Malik was eyeing Marik's jewelry: he had arm cuffs around each arm, one was just like a thick oversized bracelet while the other, the one facing Malik, was that of a snake. The snake's body coiled twice around Marik's arm while it's head slid about an inch and a half down Marik's arm before engulfing it's own tale in it's mouth.
"That's a cool...Um.ol sol stainless steel -whatever you want to call it- around your arm..."
Marik raised his arm, looked at it and smiled "Yes, I know...and it's not a 'stainless steel whatever you want to call it', it's a platinum arm cuff."
"Really?" Malik was silent for a second then added suspiciously "Did you steal it?" Marik heard Ishizu gasp in front of him she turned around and snapped "Malik!" she glared only for about a second before diverting her eyes back to the road. Malik cringed at his sister's enraged reaction and sat back silently. Marik felt his right eye twitch (something that often happened when he was getting ticked).
Steal it? The little fucker thought he'd stolen it! If only Saint Malik knew the crap he'd had to go through to earn the shit he had. Marik smothered the urge to turn around and clobber the prick, instead he turned, gave Malik the finger while muttering "I can't believe I chose this over jail..." Malik's eyes went wide "Have you ever been to jail?".
"No" Marik lied "are you going to give me a reason to be thrown in jail?" Malik puffed "Listen man I'm gonna tell you this straight up, stay out of my room! You can't steal anything anyway. Everything pricey I've got is chained, caged or coded so you can't get squat hear that?" Marik shrugged "Ya, and let me tell you something: keep out of my face...if you like your body parts just where they are, you hear?" Malik shrugged "I guarantee that won't be a problem." He snapped before both squished themselves on their doors and glared out the window angrily.
From the driver's seat Ishizu sighed, this was going to take a lot of work and a lot of adjusting. She looked through the rear view mirror at the two identical yet completely diametric boys sitting in the back seats. She sighed again and tucked some hair behind her ear. She hoped Rashid was waiting for her on the doorstep when she got home, Ishizu smiled; she loved it when he did that. Besides, she was going to need the support. Upon arriving home she was going to have to set down the rules for Marik and she had no doubt that he was strong willed. A teen that had experienced as much as Marik had was bound to be wild, unpredictable and utterly incorrigible...She was going to need as much support as she could get.