Hellraisers

Angels Fall First

            Bakura was quite surprised when he arrived home. Not only had sappy love music
replaced his precious heavy metal on the stereo, but there was also a motorcycle parked in the
middle of the living-room. Bakura wondered why Malik and Ryou would have brought the bike
up, but what puzzled him most was who the hell put the crappy cd in! If he didn’t change it
soon, he feared that the tacos he’d just had to eat would come back up. As soon as he stopped
the cd player, the sound of a bed creaking answered one of his questions.

He grinned wickedly as he carefully inserted a new cd and turned up the volume. He went right
to track #7; “w yow your Mommy” by Suicidal Tendencies.

“BAKURA!!!!!!!!” Ryou yelled from the bedroom seconds later, obviously annoyed.

“Hi honey, I’m home!” Bakura snickered as he walked down the hall. He peeked into Ryou’s
room and burst into laughter. Ryou and Malik were both trying to untangle themselves from the
bed sheets.

Ryou grabbed a pillow and threw it at Bakura.

“You know I hate this cd.” he complained.

Bakura leaned against the from of the door smiling.

“Why do you hate it? ” he asked curiously.

Ryou made a sour face.

“It’s disgusting.”

Bakura tried to look surprised. “You think?”

“Please put something else in. I’m getting laid.....you’re spoiling the moment.”

Bakura shook his head no.

“No pussy music allowed while I’m around.”

Ryou turned to Malik, who was still tangled in the sheets, and sig

“This isn’t going to work. I can’t have decent sex with the words, “I saw your mommy and your
mommy is dead” playing in the background.”

Malik finally got his legs untangled and listened to the song.

He scowled at Bakura.

“This is some twisted shit, Bakura. You really need a new way to pacify your time.”

Ryou nodded his head, agreeing with his Egyptian lover.

Bakura shrugged his shoulders placidly.

“Does this song bring back some rather *disturbing* memories, little Ishtar?” he laughed as he
turned to leave.

“Shut up, Bakura. My mother died of natural causes.” Malik spat back.

Bakura turned back and grinned evilly. “Oh, that’s right. I forgot- it was your father that you
lynched off so violently.”

k glk glared at Bakura and got ready to pounce, but Ryou held him back.

“Marik killed my father- I did not.” the Egyptian seethed.

Bakura shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever, I don’t really care. I’m going to my room. You’re
bothan san style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif">wretched little sub-human specimens. Good night.”

Bakura again started to leave, but heard both Malik and Ryou giggling.

“What’s so funny?” he asked as he stood outside of Ryou’s bedroom door.

Still giggling, Ryou answered his yami.

“Tonight’s insult.” he answered.

Bakura put his hand on his hip and growled.

“What about it?”

Ryou looked over at Malik and grinned. “Tell him what I told you.”

Malik looked at Bakura and laughed.

“Ryou told me you spend all day in your room thinking up his nightly insult. I called his bluff,
but I see he wasn’t lying!”

Bakura made a sour face at his hikari.

“You told him that? I'll give you one thing Ryou: you've got balls - big ones. They may be mine,
and bouncing off your chin, but you've still got them.”

“Uh....thank you?” Ryou snickered as he cuddled up to Malik.

Bakura rolled his eyes. “You are cordially invited to bite me.” he scoffed as he left.

“Oh, yeah...Ryou...I saw your mommy!” he vindictively remarked , just to make sure he’d have
the last word.

            Marik rubbed his eyes as he woke up. He was laying in the former pharaoh’s, st, still
tired from the night before. A continuous clicking sound spawned his curiously, so he sat up and
looked around. He spotted Yami sitting at Yugi’s computer pounding away furiously at the
keyboard.

“What time is it?” He asked the occupied yami.

“6 o’clock” Yami answered sharply without stopping his typing.

Marik groaned loudly and pulled the blankets over himself.

“Only six? What the hell are you doing up this early?”

Yami leaned back in his chair and yawned.

“Just doing some rrch.rch.”

Marik caught the yawning bug and stretched his arms.

“You should come back to bed for a while.”

Yami shook his head.

“I don’t really have time. I’m not sure when Yugi will be back, and I would like to have this
done so that I can spend some time with him.”

Marik sat up and laughed.

“The little shit never came home? Did he spend the night at Bakura’s?”

“NO” Yami growled, “He’s with his grandfather yet.”

Marik laid back down, still laughing.

“Riiiight, after what I saw last night, I bet Yugi and Bakura are fucking like wild bandits right at
this very moment!”

Yami looked out the window and scowled. “Hold you’re tongue, if I wanted your opinion, I'd
twist your ear and feed you a gumball, bitch.”

Marik covered his head with a pillow.

“Pfffft, being a bitch gives me more satisfaction than you do, honey.”

            Bakura woke up the next morning and went about his normal morning routine. He started
out by lighting his first cigarette and than into the bathroom. After he’d taken care of business in
there, he headed into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee.

He found Malik sitting at the kitchen table all alone reading the label of a small bottle. The
Egyptian didn’t seem to even notice the yami’s presence.

Bakura looked at the coffee pot and noticed Ryou hadn’t made any coffee. Bakura wasn’t mad,
it wit was something he had just come to expect from his light.

Instead of throwing a fit, Bakura grabbed a can of Coke out of the refrigerator and joined Malik
at the table.

“Did you wear him out or something?” Bakura asked, his voice cracking slightly from just
waking up.

Malik lifted his eyes. “Huh?”

Bakura popped open his Coke and took a sip. “Where’s Ryou?”

Malik’s mind was obviously somewhere else. Bakura wasn’t quite sure what to make of his
strange behavior.

“Hey, are you feeling okay?” he asked, trying to get some kind of explanation.

Malik sighed softly.

“Did you say something?”

Bakura rolled his eyes.

“Make me some fucking coffee, than go clean the shit out of your ears. I asked you where Ryou
is.”

Malik got up without questioning Bakura. He filled the glass coffee pot with water without
saying a word. Once the coffee was brewing, he rejoined Bakura at the table.

Bakura picked up the little bottle Malik had been fumbling around with and looked at it
curiously.

“Did Ryou take you to that Thai restaurant?” he chuckled as he set the bottle of extra strength
Mylanta back down.

Malik shook his head.

“No. Ryou’s just sick. I think he may have the flu. He woke me up this morning and told me his
stomach hurt.”

Bakura tapped a cigarette ash into the ashtray on the table and stared at the orange, glowing tip.

//Ryou?// he asked through their mind-link.

//.........//

Nothing. The line was dead. No response from Ryou. Bakura picked up on the pain Ryou was
feeling though, and it was bad enough to even make a sadistic bastard as himself cringe. He
quickly severed their link.

“Damn, he really does feel like shit. I guess that’s why he didn’t make me any coffee today.”

Malik nodded his head. “I know, I hope he’ll be alright. I don’t want to leave him like this, but I
really need to get to work. My boss will gut me alive if I come in late again.”

Bakura got up and grabbed his mug with the big yellow smiley face with the bullet hole between
the eyes and poured himself a fresh cup of coffee. He turned back to Malik as he sipped the hot
liquid.

“Don’t worry about Ryou. I’ll be here.”

Malik sighed loudly as he got up out of his chair. “That’s what worries me......”

 

 

                        Later that morning whilst searching the sofa cushions for the remote control,
Bakura heard Ryou calling out to him. His hikari’s voice was weak, and even though Bakura had
blocked his link with Ryou, he could still feel a small portion of Ryou’s pain- meaning it must
have been horribly excruciating since it was filtering through.

“Ryou?” Bakura ask as he walked into Ryou’s bedroom.

Ryou looked up at his yami with glassy chocolate eyes.

“Ba.....Ba.....kura.......it hurts...” he whimpered, holding his stomach.

Bakura sat down on the bed and put his hand on Ryou’s forehead.

“Bakura” Ryou said in barely a whisper.

His hikari’s forehead felt normal, so Bakura dismissed the thought that anything major was
wrong with his weakened light.

“You look like shit. Is that the style these days?” he asked as he got up, smirking slightly.

Ryou closed his eyes and whimpered.

“Not.......funny.” Ryou moaned quietly.

Bakura reached down and gently brushed Ryou’s hair out of his eyes. He slowly slid his fingers
down his hikari’s cheek.

“You’ll be fine after you get some rest.” he said quietly as he backed away. He turned to leave
when he heard Ryou say his name again.

“Yes?” Bakura replied.

Ryou opened his eyes and shifted them in his yami’s direction.

“...I can’t...sleep anymore.”

Bakura made a sour face.

“Well I don’t know what to fucking tell you. I’m a thief, not a doctor!”

Ryou slowly moved his hand out from under the covers and reached out to Bakura. Bakura
hesitated for a moment, staring at Ryou’s trembling hand. Slowly, he reached out and took his
hikari’s hand. Ryou’s grip was almost non existent as he curled his fingers slightly around
Bakura’s.

 

“Bakura...can you.....play... ” Ryou closed his eyes and cringed in pain.

Bakura squeezed Ryou’s almost lifeless hand and sat back down on the bed.

“Can I play? Play what? A game with you?” He ask in a softer, gentler tone of voice.

“....your...guitar.”

 Bakura chuckled lightly as he released Ryou’s hand. “That depends.....what song do you want
me to play for you?”

“Some.....thing.....to help me.....sleep.” Ryou answered weakly.

Bakura nodded his head. “Be right back.”

He quickly retrieved his guitar from his bedroom, plugging his longest cord into the input jack,
knowing it would reach into Ryou’s bedroom. He turned on his amplifier and set it to a channel
that only played clean sound - no distortion. He returned to Ryou’s room with his guitar in hand.

“Can you scoot over?” he ask Ryou with little smile.

Ryou nodded hisd sld slightly and than forced himself to slide to the other side of the bed. He
winced in pain as he shifted around.

Bakura slid into bed next to Ryou and laid his hand on top of his hikari’s.

“Close your eyes. I know a song that will relax you completely.”

Ryou closed his eyes. “Thank you..... yami.” Ryou whispered.

Bakura flexed his fingers. He looked down at Ryou and sighed as he began finger picking
“Angels Fall First” by Nightwish.

Bakura closed his eyes as he let his fingers guide him. He’d learned how to displace himself and
let his heart play instead of his head. He could feel Ryou breathing softly next to him on the bed.

Bakura sighed as he thoughts were turned back to the days when he’d found pleasure in Ryou’s
pain, but much had changed. Even though Bakura hid his feelings well, moments like this
reminded him of the truth.

His very existence depended on the weakened youth.

 

 

 

             Marik sat idly and tapped his fingers on the kitchen table. The moment Yugi had
returned home, Yami snatched him up and locked the both of them in the office of the game
shop. He hadn’t said why, but Marik had a hunch that it was related to Bakura. Marik got up and
walked over to the cash register. He took out a fist full of cash and looked back at the locked
office door.

“I’m going out, see ya Yami! See you too, Yugi!” he shouted, not sure either of them actually
heard him. Marik headed out the door and started walking down the busy street. Having nothing
better to do, he decided to pay Malik a little visit at work.

 

 

             Malik had just finished taking care of some customers as he darkked ked into the small
fireworks stand. He didn’tice ice him at first, but it didn’t take long before Marik made his
presence known. He crept up behind Malik with a wicked grin on his face.

“BOO!” he shouted, causing Malik to jump three feet into the air and scream.

Marik laughed hysterically at Malik’s reaction. The jump was funny, but the scream was always
an added bonus.

“Asshole” Malik snarled as he walked back behind the sales counter. “Why are you here?”

Marik shrugged his shoulders as he hoisted himself up onto the counter and took a seat.

“I was bored.”

“So get a job.” Malik scowled.

Marik picked up a pick of fire crackers and looked over the wording on the box to amuse
himself. Malik snatched the package from his yami and set it back on the display case.

“Don’t touch anything, got it?” Malik threatened.

Marik shrugged his shoulders.

“Whatever” he replied nonchalantly, “Can I ask you something?”

Malik rolled his eyes. “No you can’t use my motorcycle. I can’t have you getting into trouble
and getting me thrown in jail again.”

Marik shook his head and snickered. “Even though I think what happened to you is quite
humorous, that’s not what I was going to ask you.”

Malik leaned back against the counter crossing his arms.

“Oh? Than what the hell do you want?”

Marik slid off of the counter, wearing a wicked grin on his face.

“I want fireworks. The louder the better.”

Malik shook his head.

“I’m not giving you fireworks, Marik, you pain in my ass. Why don’t you go pester the pharaoh
and leave me alone?”

Marik chuckled lightly, his eyes growing darker as he looked up at Malik.

“I have money, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing. Now will you SELL me something, or do
I have to go to your competitors’ to get some decent service?”

Malik reluctantly walked out from behind the counter and waved for Marik to follow him.

“We keep the big stuff over here. You’re not going to get me into trouble with these, are you?”

Marik looked over the shelf and laughed evilly.

“Don’t you worry about a thing.”

 

 

 

            When Ryou was finally sound asleep again, Bakura quietly got out of the bed and went
back to his room. He set his guitar back on its stand and headed back into the living-room to
occupy some time watching channel 271. Bakura took a sip of his now cold coffee sitting on the
coffee table and sat on the sofa. He took off his shirt and rolled it up, using it as a pillow to rest
his head on.

He’d just started dozing off when he heard a knock at the door.

“One sec” he yawned as he stretched his arms. He got up and slowly walked over to the door.

“Who is it?” he ask before opening it.

“It’s me, can I come in?.” the person replied.

“M’hm”

Bakura was still half sleeping, so he wasn’t exactly sure who he was letting in. He was surprised
to find Yugi standing in the hall.

“Have a seat, what’s up?” Bakura mumbled sleepily as he allowed the pharaoh’s light entry.

Yugi sighed as he took a seat on the sofa.

“Yami saw us kissing last night.......and he says he’ll kill you if it happens again.”

Yugi looked up at Bakura with tears in his eyes. Bakura sat down next to Yugi and gingerly
wrapped his arm around the small youth.

Yugi rested his cheek against Bakura’s bare chest. His tears felt cool as they came in contact
with Bakura’s warm body.

“Don’t worry about that, it’ll take more than Yami to kill me off.”

Yugi looked up and the former grave robber with glassy violet eyes. “Bakura? Can we.....”

Yugi hesitated for a moment as he looked away.

Bakura cocked his head.

“Can we.....what?”

Yugi took a deep breath and looked back at Bakura.

“Can we......do what we did the other night again?”

Bakura chuckled as he nodded his head.

“I’d love to.” he grinned as he twirled a lock of blond hair between his fingers.

 

 

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Does anybody else sense a lemon coming up??

 

 

In the next chapter: It’s youth group night again. I heard a rumor that somebody made a huge
monetary donation to the group......I wonder who it was........hmm..

OOOH, I ALMOST FORGOT! (Thank you bunches Tanya! *kisses*) HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAIBA!! *authoress hands out cake and ice cream*