brighter mornings

Hey, Ok this is my first YuGiOh Fanfiction, well published one anyway, sorry about the lame summary. And seen as its my first story, I have yet to master it and so all the italics are screw up buy I guess you can tell when Marik is thinking.

And I always thought that there were less Deathshipping fictions than there should be. So here is my contribution. And let me know what you think ^^ enjoy


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“You fucker you’ve ruined my favorite shirt!” Marik cried slamming his fist once more into the other mans face “Now it’s stained with your worthless blood.”

Marik’s fist continued to pummel the bloody pulp infront of him, which was once a highly respected lawyer. If asked, Marik couldn’t properly tell you why he was hurting this man…he was just following orders. Whoever paid was his boss. Marik pulled his fist away, the blood on it shined off his fist in the sunlight.

“P-Please stop….” The man said, spluttering blood from his mouth onto the floor, before clasping in a heap. He slowly began to struggle away till Marik slammed his foot hard into the man’s back holding him in place.

“I would … But see I’m being paid a lot to do this…and you really should of sent my currents bosses uncle to jail,” Marik said with a shrug before kicking the man hard in the ribs, which was followed by a nasty cracking noise, and a scream of agony.

“Why do they always have to scream…?” Marik complained to himself before picking the guy up by his collar “Today you will get a visit from a guy named Raphael, he’s a friend of the bosses and he needs your help. Get him off the hook and you will never see me again…Got it!?!” He yelled shaking the man to emphasis the point.

The man nodded frantically and Marik threw him to the ground like a rag doll before glaring at him “Leave!” He instructed and sure enough the man struggled to his feet and ran as fast as he could.

Marik laughed to himself as he turned round away from where the man had been Great now I need a new shirt…stupid losers always ruin my shirts

Marik walked up to one of the empty dustbins he placed his blazer and he slipped it back on, and drew a pair of black sun glasses from his pocket and put it on, before smirking and taking off down the street.

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Marik sighed as he took a drag from the cigarette he was smoking and tilted in his chair. It had been a few hours since he’d beat up that lawyer and he was already roped into a another job. He was awaiting instructions from his new boss, who was apparently a very powerful member of the Yakuza. Marik however remained sceptical seen as he had seen many “powerful” people who turned out to be nothing but pathetic men with no life.

As the men entered, Marik set both chair legs on the floor and looked up at the people. There was two people he guessed were guards, one had a big build and a shaved head, the other was slimmer with messy black hair. In between them was the man he assumed was this powerful Yakuza. He was the shortest with dirty brown hair and dirty teeth, he wore a suit that probably cost loads, and he looked about early to mid thirties

The man walked forward and sat at the desk opposite to Marik. He smiled at Marik who rolled his eyes at him just ell me what to do and give me my payment…please don’t waste time on pleasantries he though to himself.

“You know there no smoking in here,” The man said looking at Marik cigarette. Marik snorted and puts the cigarette out on the man’s table. “See isn’t that better for everyone?” He asked in a sickly happy tone

“Whatever, so do I get to know your name?” Marik asked the man, not really caring; he just preferred to know whom he did business with.

“Just call me ‘the boss man’,” He said, his dirty teeth shining in the light. Marik nodded at him and began to play with his sleeve

“So what’s the job?” Marik said impatiently, not bothering to look up at him. His guards advanced round the ‘boss man’ as he handed Marik a fill with a few pictures of a target.

“I want you to kill this man, and anyone else in the house with him, like family or friends…. understood?” He asked Marik who nodded and stood up. He always enjoyed the killing ones they were the funniest.

“Wait there more,” He ‘boss man’ said as Marik sat back down and looked at him “In his house he has something of mine…a rare artefact he stole when I fired him, I want it returned to me,” He explained handing him a picture of the thing he wanted returning,

“Is that it now?” Marik asked standing up and the boss man nodded. “Then I’ll see you for the rest of my payment, can I have the deposit?” Marik asked and the boss man signalled one of his guards to hand Marik an envelop with half his fee in. Marik nodded thankfully before walking out the room

Man all this fuss over some necklace this guy stole…man these rich types are weird. Marik thought as he walked out the building with the file in his hand. Oh well its not my job to ask questions, it my job to kill…

Marik opened his car and threw the files on the backseat, he still had a whole day to go…. and he wasn’t going to waste it planning, he would just wing it tonight and hope that everything played out.

He began his drive down to the location he needed to go to Domino…stupid name for a place isn’t it? I had a friend with a dog called domino once…wait I think I have a friend here he thought while he drove, he looked around the scenery. It was a bright day and the sunlight was beginning to hurt his eyes as he drove through the overly bright town.

The area that domino was in seemed a happy community, which annoyed Marik happiness wasn’t his thing. He eventually reached a bright, cheery sign that said “Domino” on it

“Great, this is going to be fun,” Marik sighed leaning back carefully into the back seat to grab the files, one hand on his steering wheel. He looked through the files and found what part of domino his target lived in. He considered whether to get a motel or something, but it was too risky to hang around more than was necessary.

As he came across the address he parked right outside the house and waited for any signs of life from the house, skilfully hid a little bit down the road behind a bush.

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After several hours of waiting Marik had gotten bored, the radio was irritating him and it was beginning to rain. He couldn’t make up his mind whether or not the man was at home. There was a light on, but there seemed to be little movement. Right a few more minute and I’m breaking that freaking door down I swear to god! Marik growled and folded his arms listening to the sounds of the rain hitting his car.

Marik began to grow impatient and his need to do something was driving him nuts, eventually he decided to take a chance and break the door down, if he was in then it was great. If not then he would look for the artefact and wait for his target to return.

Marik ran through the rain, not wanting to get his hair wet (1) as he walked up the small set of steps that led to his targets home. It was a nice house, like a proper family hope, which made Marik wondered if he had family…Marik always hated if they had family, especially kids, it made him feel a slight amount of regret.

Marik knocked three times first to make sure that someone was in, so he could take them by surprise. After he had knock twice more he decided no one would be in….or they were just ignoring the door.

Marik sighed and kneel infront of the door, thankfully there was a small shelter that stopped the rain from getting in his way, thank God there was cause it would a have been hard to pick he lock with rain in your eyes

Marik pulled his kit out of his inside blazer pocket and began to work his magic on the keyhole until he heard a click, which signalled him that it was open.

He opened the door and walked into the hallway carelessly tracking rain and mud in before he shut the door behind him. He sighed it was a typical suburban home; bright wallpaper, old furniture, and lots of room. He walked through the main rooms of the house and checked if his target was indeed not at home.

After he was pretty sure he wasn’t there he began his search for the artefact. He began to random opened draws and cupboard, throwing the content on them on the floor in hopes he’d find it. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the picture of the artefact he keeps folded in his pocket.

Its just a over sized ring on a chain, whys it so special…oh well who knows … he sighed as he placed the picture back in his pocket and continued his rampant search of the once tidy home.

As he tore his way through the house, leaving a trail of destruction. He swore he heard a noise, much like a whimper. Marik looked round the room he was in, it sounds further away…perhaps it was his target.

As he made his way up the stairs, trying to remember what direction he had heard the sound from, he looked round noticing this part of the house was less decorated and more of a mess, clothing was scattered around the hallways. Marik walked up to each door and kicked it open.

The first was a dank little bathroom, nothing much in there, but it certainly didn’t seem too pleasant. The next room through him off guard…it was a smallish room with light blue walls and a messed up bed in the corner; there was a few piece of clothing on the floor, which Marik lifted up. After inspecting them he found out they couldn’t have been his targets Shit! So he does have a kid, great…that’s probably who whimpering…most likely thinks I’ll kill him, kids today he moaned to himself.

Marik sighed and check the cupboards of the room and under the bed to make sure the kid wasn’t in the room, but it appeared he was somewhere else. He continued what he was doing, there were only two more doors, and one was a closet, with little bits and bobs in. He rummaged through the closet trying to find the artefact, but it wasn’t in there either.

As Marik approached the last door, as he kicked it opened he heard the whimper sound again… now he was closer he could guess it was infact a boy, it was slightly muffled and sort of quite. Marik frowned as he studied the room, it was another bedroom only it looked very dirty, and was a lot bigger than the last one.

Marik eyes were practically drawn to the bed, it was a mess the covers were everywhere and the thing that startled Marik the most was the blood on the covers. Marik walked closer to get a better look at it. When he heard something shift about slightly and he raised an eyebrow

“Hello?” Marik called out and a smirk fell upon his face “Come out come out where ever you are…” He said in a playful voice, he began to look through the man’s belongs; he opened the side cupboard draw and looked down in disbelief at the content. It was all sex toys and bondage equipment Man this guy is a horny little perv He said and snorted as he closed the draw again.

He walked towards the closet, hoping maybe that would have the artefact…if only he could find that kid, he might know where it was. He stood infront of the closet and tore it open and then took one step back, the artefact wasn’t there but….

He had found the kid.

Marik looked in disguised at the sight before him. The poor boy was in the closet, his hands looked handcuff, and he was gagged and blindfolded. His hair was albino in colour and his skin was pale. He was completely naked, he was obviously stiff, but didn’t seem to want to be, as there was a very visible “ring” Around his erection. He had a faint blush on his face and his legs were twitching slightly. Marik couldn’t help but notice the dried red and white substance on the boy’s thighs, Marik cursed and bent down next to the boy who whimpered again.

Oh fuck, what do I do know? I mean I can’t leave him now I know, but I need to kill my target…I’d better untie him Marik sighed and reached his and forward to undo the blindfold, he gently grazed the boys cheek who whimpered in response. Marik ignored it however and too the blindfold off the boy’s eyes. The boy slowly opened his eyes, they were brown puddles that where pouring out colourless tears.

Marik looked the boy in the eyes, who looked back with such fear Marik felt sympathy for the pathetic child infront of him hmm he looks a bit like ‘Kura Marik though as he reached his arm round the boys head and undid the clasp that kept the gag on him.

The boy took a shaky breath and whimpered once more, Marik put his hand on the boys arm and pulled him out the closet so he could untie him easier. The boy yelped as Marik pushed him to his back, none to gracefully. His eyes widen at what was inside the boy, it was some sort of vibrator. Marik the realised why the boy must have been squirming, it didn’t look too pleasant, it looked like torture.

Marik gently eased the toy out of the boy passage earning a moans and a whimper as he struggled to get away. Marik grabbed him just under his stomach and pulled the boy over his lap, he was bleeding a bit from his entrance and Marik winced that had to hurt he though sadly as he flipped the boy over to face him

“Name?” Marik practically demanded, the boy didn’t see to want to respond for a while, he seemed to busy cowering away from Marik, who glared daggers at him “Name?” He asked more forcefully trying to stay calm

“R-R-Ryou…” He boy stammered. He was quiet, with a slight hint of an English accent. He sniffed and looked like he would burst into tears as he tired to get away from Marik who easily grabbed him.

“Look do you want your hand untied or what?” He growled as the boy nodded dumbly “Then stay the fuck still!” He said harshly as he pulled out his locking picking kit and began to work on the lock. Eventually it opened and the boys hand were red and bloody from where the handcuffs hand been.

Marik sat Ryou up on his lap, causing Ryou to whimper at the touch to his backside. Marik sighed and looked down at the boy who was still painfully hard, and he reached his hand up removing the ring from the delicate flesh. The touch felt so good to Ryou who moved himself into Marik hands.

Marik sighed he couldn’t keep wasting his time with this boy; he had a mission to complete. The boy whined and tried to get rid of what looked like an incredibly painful erection, it had been held in for so long he doubt there would be any pleasure in the realise.

“Ok tell you what I have a deal, I’ll help you….if you help me,” He said gesturing at the boys throbbing member. “Tell me do you live with this man….” He said and looked through his pockets before pulling out a piece of paper and unfolding it to show a picture of his target, Ryou nodded at it and tears came spilling out of his eyes

“Hey knock that off,” Marik growled and roughly wiped the tears from the boys eyes “Now where is he and the artefact, you know the big ring on a chain…thingy,” He said tiredly.

“N-No, I-I haven’t-t” He stuttered, as he arched himself forward, trying desperately to rid himself of it, he actually moved his hand down to it but Marik grabbed before he could

“Well tell me is that man your father or something?” Ryou nodded and whimpered pitifully as Marik moved his hand down and gripped the boy member, who moaned. Marik felt wrong for doing this, but he did promise. With no consideration he pumped the boy erection quickly, trying to hurry the process along.

Ryou writhed in the older boys lap and bit his lip as tear came down his face. Ryo was used to pain but it didn’t mean he wanted it or enjoyed it.

As Ryou climaxed he screamed, his body convulsed in on Marik lap as he whimpered and hugged himself, tears pouring down his face. Marik began to stand, holding Ryou in his arms with him. He walked back to the room, he presumed was the boys and dropped him on the bed.

He leaned again the wall opposite him in deep thought Now what I mean if I leave the kid he’ll be alone and he seems like he can barely care for himself…but I can hardly handle him…but I’ve been there…

Marik opened up the closet just across from the room finding a few buts of clothing in there, not a lot. He pulled off a pair of pyjamas bottoms and a T-shirt and brought them over to the boy.

“So can you change yourself?” He asked and Ryou nodded. “Fine hurry up, I’ll wait here for yo…..” He was cut off mid sentence by the door opening and closing and Marik cursed, Ryou was visibly shaking and mumbling about ‘betraying his master’ which made Marik roll his eyes and put his finger up to his lips

“Be quite and stay here, I have a target to remove,” He said with a smirk before disappearing, leaving a confused Ryou alone in a room, not sure what was happening, except he was probably going to get punished for being free. He slipped the clothing on that the weird man had instructed and he curled up on the bed in fear and sadness.

Ok let me know what you think, I think it was rubbish personally. Im not sure if I'll continue it, but just give me a heads up if you want a update lol.

(1) Marik must spend hour gelling that hair so Im sure he'd be pissed if the rain flattened it lol

Anyway thanks for reading ^ ^