Touch The Stars
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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25
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13
Touch the Stars
Hato chiisai
Disclaimer: No own.
YAOI WARNING
Pharaoh- Marik- telekinetic
Emperor- Bakura- telepath
King- Yami- teleporter
YYYYYYYYYYYYY.
Chapter 13
YYYYYYYYYYYYY.
Ryou walked down the hall of the palace between Malik and Marik, and surrounded by an escort of guards. They entered the courtyard that had the sun roof covering it, and the guards spread out. Malik, Marik and Ryou stripped and leapt into the pool. Of course, the first thing Ryou did was swim over to the waterfall and drink his fill while Marik and Malik wrestled. Ryou then simply relaxed, floating in his back and enjoying the cool water he was in. Marik snarled, watching a few guards eyeing Ryou’s nude figure. Malik ducked beneath the water and swam beneath Ryou. Ryou shrieked as arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him under. Malik and Ryou bobbed to the surface and Ryou splashed Malik in the face, voicing his disapproval, but soon enough, the princes were engaged in an all out water battle that Marik simply watched, laughing at the boys.
They played in the pool under the heavy guard for nearly three hours before Ryou finally got tired, and Marik knew that Ryou would go down for his daily nap earlier than usual. They were escorted back to Marik’s chambers where they all slipped into the bath for some time to warm up and bathe. They got out and dried off, and Ryou tottered straight over to his Nest, wrapped up in his bathrobe. Marik and Malik watched Ryou drop the robe and collapse naked into his Nest and draw the blankets around him, nestling down and closing his eyes. Marik smiled and moved over.
“Ryou?” He called, and Ryou opened his eyes. Marik smiled and offered Ryou a cup water. Ryou smiled and took it, drinking it down in one go. He thanked Marik before settling down again and closing his eyes. Marik smiled and perched himself on the edge of the Nest, stroking Ryou’s damp hair. Ryou smiled and opened one eye, glancing at Marik before relaxing and purring slightly. Marik smiled and slid down into the Nest, continuing the gentle strokes.
Malik watched with wide eyes as Marik slowly bent over and kissed Ryou’s cheek. Ryou’s eyes snapped open, and he stared up at the Pharaoh, who gave him a gentle smile. Ryou blinked, and shivered as Marik kissed his forehead. Marik looked down at Ryou, seeing only confusion. Marik smiled and cupped Ryou’s cheek in his hand as he slowly bent down again, kissing Ryou’s cheek. But he didn’t stop. Malik drew closer, watching with glee as Marik kissed along Ryou’s jaw, then suddenly, kissed the corner of Ryou’s mouth. Ryou gasped and closed his eyes, blushing, before slowly turning his head, placing his lips right under Marik’s. Marik’s breath caught in his throat, but there was no stopping now.
Marik took a deep breath, and covered Ryou’s lips with his own. Ryou let out a small squeak and his eye lids fluttered, but he relaxed and surrendered to Marik, who deepened the kiss at Ryou’s lack of resistance. Ryou let out a little sigh, parting his lips in the process, and Marik took the opportunity to slip his tongue into Ryou’s mouth. Malik watched as Ryou’s eyes flew wide open, and he seemed to recoil slightly before calming down, relaxing and enjoying what Marik was doing. He moaned and tentatively curled his tongue around Marik’s as he curled his arms around Marik’s neck. Malik sat down and enjoyed the show with a big grin on his face, thinking ‘FINALLY!!!’
Marik caressed Ryou’s cheek, then trailed his fingers down the boy’s neck until he was massaging his shoulders. But something in the back of his mind told him to quit while he was ahead, and he moved away. Ryou gave a little whimper of protest, which earned him a little peck on the lips, but nothing more. He opened his eyes and stared at Marik, and suddenly, the thought that flew through his mind was ‘WHAT HAVE I DONE?!’ But Marik gave Ryou a gentle smile, caressing his cheek.
“Sleep, my love. You need rest.” Marik said softly, and Ryou blinked.
“… love?” He gasped, and Marik smiled and nuzzled Ryou’s cheek.
“You may be my prisoner...” Marik said, and Ryou winced. “But I believe that you have captured my heart, Prince Ryou.” Ryou stared at Marik, who smiled. “I do beleive that… I have fallen in love with you.” Ryou gave a small coo as Marik gently kissed him again.
“M-Marik...”
“Hush... Sleep.” Marik said, and lay down next to Ryou with a smile, draping an arm over the boy’s chest. Ryou smiled slightly and nodded, relaxing and closing his eyes. Marik sighed and closed his eyes, drifting to sleep with the Assyrian Prince.
YYYYYYYYY
Bakura slunk down the dark corridor, laser rifle in his hands. He breathed shallow, keeping the noise to a minimum. Suddenly, there was a shadow in front of him, and he fired.
“AHH!!” Screamed Mokuba, turning and running. Bakura gave chase, but as he followed Mokuba around the corner, he was met by a volley of fire, and with a scream, he fell back to the floor.
“Simulation, terminated.” Said a monotone voice. “Victor, Blue Team.”
“Aww, dammit! Bakura!!!” Otogi whined, coming over with Yugi and Jounochi, who were wearing red vests. Seto, Yami, Shizuka and Mokuba came over in their blue vests. Yami offered Bakura his hand, and Bakura stood.
“Shut up.” Bakura snapped at Otogi, who was glaring.
“Wanna play again?” Yugi asked, and everyone enthusiastcally said yes.
“No.” Bakura said, stripping his vest off and dropping it on the floor. The other made disappointed noises. “Sorry… my... Heart’s just not into it.” And he turned and left.
“He used to carry himself so tall...” Shizuka murmured.
“Yeah.” Yugi agreed. “It’s like the life has been sucked out of him.”
“He misses his brother.” Yami said. “You all keep playing. I’m going to go talk to him.” And he left the arena as Yugi went to the control panel to key in the new player count.
YYYYYYYY..
Malik yawned and opened his eyes. He found himself on his older brother’s bed. He turned and looked towards the Nest, where Marik was reclining. The Pharaoh smiled at his little brother, before turning his attention back to the little pale Assyrian who slept peacefully beside him, cuddled into his chest. Marik sighed and gently stroked Ryou’s hair. Ryou stirred and yawned, and blinked his large eyes open.
~Bakura?~ Came a soft prod in Marik’s mind. Marik winced, but decided to answer.
~No, little Prince.~ He said softly, and Ryou looked up. ~Not Bakura.~
~... oh. I’m sorry.~ Ryou said, and lowered his eyes.
~Don’t be.~ Marik said softly, and stroked Ryou’s cheek. ~You miss your brother.~
~Before I slept, you…~ Ryou blurted suddenly. ~You said that you...~
“I love you.” Marik said softly, and Ryou’s eyes widened. “The moment I saw you, I was intrigued. I frightened you, Ryou. And I’m sorry I did. I’m sorry that I sent you to the dungeons. And... I’m sorry that I have deceived you.”
“What?”
“Ryou, I lied.”
“Huh?” Ryou asked, and Malik sat straight up, eyes wide.
“Ryou... I told the guards not to harm you, but they did.”
“They disobeyed. You had nothing to do with--A
“That’s not true, Ryou. I... I told them that... I told them to torture you, Ryou.” Marik said, and Ryou’s eyes widened. “I wanted them to hurt you. I wanted to come off as… your rescuer. I wanted you to trust me, Ryou. To seek comfort in me... To... Love me. I wanted to hurt your brother, Ryou... I cannot deny that I have wanted you since I saw you.” Ryou was shaking and had gone pale. “And I wanted to hurt your brother by... I wanted to get you to fall in love with me so that I could... have your body. Willingly. So I could rub your brother’s face in it.” Ryou jerked away and threw himself out of the Nest. He whirled and threw his clothes on. Marik slowly climbed out of the Nest and stood staring at Ryou, who was slowly backing away, a look of shock and betrayal.
“YouY kissed me. You said you LOVED ME!!” He screamed, tears flooding from his eyes.
“I do.” Marik said softly. “Which is why I am telling you the truth, Ryou. And to apologize. I’m sorry. When I took you out of the dungeons, I was scared to death. I...”
“SHUT UP!!! IT’S A LIE!!! IT’S ALL A LIE!!!” Ryou screamed, bringing his hands up to the sides of his head and clutching his hair in his fists. He shook his head. Malik watched with wide eyes as Marik slowly approached Ryou, but only ended up backing him into the corner.
“Ryou, please.” Marik called, reaching out to the boy.
“GET AWAY FROM ME!!!!” Ryou screamed. Marik slowly dropped to his knees.
“Ryou... I love you. I do...”
“NO!!”
“I have taken care of you. I have tried to protect you. I have taken care of you. And I want to return you to your brother—“
“THEN DO IT!!! GET AWAY FROM ME!!! I WANT BAKURA!!!”
“Ryou, please, calm down!” Marik cried, reaching out and grabbing Ryou’s arm. The boy screamed and jerked away, then turned and ran for the door.
“RYOU, NO!!!” Malik screamed, as he and Marik both went after him. “THE COLLAR!!!” But it was too late. Ryou had charged out the door, and the security collar around his neck activated.
The boy screamed and crashed to the floor, his body jerking in a violent seizure as the collar sent waves of electricity through his body. Malik turned and ran to the computer, trying to de-activate the collar, while Marik ran to Ryou. The collar was deactivated, but to Marik’s horror, Ryou’s seizure didn’t stop. The boy continued to twitch and jerk on the floor, his eyes rolled back into his head and a foaming saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.
“RYOU!!!” Marik screamed, and the guards ran over.
“Sir, don’t touch him!” A guard shouted, grabbing Marik’s hand as he reached for the young Prince. Malik ran up, hands to his paled face as he stared at the convulsing Assyrian. After a few tense moments, there was a lull in the twitches, a final spasm, and then the boy lay still. Marik gave a horrified sob as he gripped the Assyrian’s shoulders.
“RYOU?! RYOU!!!” He screamed, but there was no response. He tried a mental cry. ~RYOU!!~ Still nothing. A guard knelt and felt the boy’s pulse.
“… He’s dead.” The guard said, and Marik looked ready to faint.
“No!” Malik cried, finally getting a hold of himself. “Start CPR! We can save him!” One guard knelt and began chest thrusts, and Malik quickly knelt and began giving Ryou mouth to mouth.
“I want my sister!!!” Marik was crying in a high pitched voice, clinging tightly to the other guard, who looked alarmed at his Pharaoh’s sudden fearful helplessness. “I want my sister!!!” Marik screamed, on his knees, tears streaming down his face. Another pair of guards, hearing the commotion, ran around the corner and stared at the scene.
“Get the Princess!!!” The guard that Marik clung to ordered. “NOW!!!” The guards ran off and moments later, Ishizu dashed around the corner and dropped to her knees, flinging arms around her hysterical little brother, who turned and clung tightly to her, hiding his face in her chest. Ishizu’s eyes widened as she felt the violent shaking in her brother’s body, and looked down as Malik continued to help try and revive Ryou. Both guard and Prince leapt back as Ryou convulsed, and gasped. The guard quickly turned Ryou onto his side as the boy vomited.
“Get him back into Marik’s room!” Malik commanded, and the guards lifted the Assyrian and carried him back into Marik’s room. Malik knelt and he and Ishizu helped Marik up and into his room as well. The Assyrian was laid flat on the floor. Ishizu looked at the four guards through narrow eyes.
“None of this happened. Understand? The Assyrian did NOT need any resuscitation, and you did not see the Pharaoh like this.” Marik was on his knees on the floor, clinging to Malik, who was trying to calm him. “Is this understood?”
“Yes Ma’am!” The guards all chorused, and left. Ishizu turned and knelt by Ryou, whom Marik was staring at.
“Prince Ryou?” She called gently, and Ryou whimpered and stirred. Marik immediately shoved his brother and sister aside and moved over to Ryou, seizing his thin shoulders and staring down at him.
“Ryou! Ryou, please, talk to me!! PLEASE!!!” He cried, hysterically. Ryou blinked up at him. Marik smiled and pet Ryou’s face. “Oh, Ryou, please... I love you.” Ishizu’s eyes widened and she looked at Malik. “I love you so much, Ryou, please. Please be okay…“ Ryou’s eyes fell closed.
“He needs rest, Marik.” Malik said. Marik sighed and stood, cradling the Prince in his arms.
“Leave us.” He said, his voice choked by tears. Ishizu blinked and looked at Malik again, who sighed and stood.
“Alright, Marik. Call if you need anything.”
“Water.”
“Huh?”
“Ryou... Will need water.” Marik said, and headed for the bathroom. There, he stripped the boy and lowered him into the water. He bathed the Prince gently, before pulling him out and wrapping him up in a towel. And through all that, Ryou didn’t move at all. Marik tottered over to the Nest and lovingly tucked Ryou in, then slowly lay down beside him. And then, Marik stopped holding back his tears, and the Pharaoh of Egyptonia cried himself to sleep, holding the Assyrian Prince to his heart.
Hato chiisai
Disclaimer: No own.
YAOI WARNING
Pharaoh- Marik- telekinetic
Emperor- Bakura- telepath
King- Yami- teleporter
YYYYYYYYYYYYY.
Chapter 13
YYYYYYYYYYYYY.
Ryou walked down the hall of the palace between Malik and Marik, and surrounded by an escort of guards. They entered the courtyard that had the sun roof covering it, and the guards spread out. Malik, Marik and Ryou stripped and leapt into the pool. Of course, the first thing Ryou did was swim over to the waterfall and drink his fill while Marik and Malik wrestled. Ryou then simply relaxed, floating in his back and enjoying the cool water he was in. Marik snarled, watching a few guards eyeing Ryou’s nude figure. Malik ducked beneath the water and swam beneath Ryou. Ryou shrieked as arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him under. Malik and Ryou bobbed to the surface and Ryou splashed Malik in the face, voicing his disapproval, but soon enough, the princes were engaged in an all out water battle that Marik simply watched, laughing at the boys.
They played in the pool under the heavy guard for nearly three hours before Ryou finally got tired, and Marik knew that Ryou would go down for his daily nap earlier than usual. They were escorted back to Marik’s chambers where they all slipped into the bath for some time to warm up and bathe. They got out and dried off, and Ryou tottered straight over to his Nest, wrapped up in his bathrobe. Marik and Malik watched Ryou drop the robe and collapse naked into his Nest and draw the blankets around him, nestling down and closing his eyes. Marik smiled and moved over.
“Ryou?” He called, and Ryou opened his eyes. Marik smiled and offered Ryou a cup water. Ryou smiled and took it, drinking it down in one go. He thanked Marik before settling down again and closing his eyes. Marik smiled and perched himself on the edge of the Nest, stroking Ryou’s damp hair. Ryou smiled and opened one eye, glancing at Marik before relaxing and purring slightly. Marik smiled and slid down into the Nest, continuing the gentle strokes.
Malik watched with wide eyes as Marik slowly bent over and kissed Ryou’s cheek. Ryou’s eyes snapped open, and he stared up at the Pharaoh, who gave him a gentle smile. Ryou blinked, and shivered as Marik kissed his forehead. Marik looked down at Ryou, seeing only confusion. Marik smiled and cupped Ryou’s cheek in his hand as he slowly bent down again, kissing Ryou’s cheek. But he didn’t stop. Malik drew closer, watching with glee as Marik kissed along Ryou’s jaw, then suddenly, kissed the corner of Ryou’s mouth. Ryou gasped and closed his eyes, blushing, before slowly turning his head, placing his lips right under Marik’s. Marik’s breath caught in his throat, but there was no stopping now.
Marik took a deep breath, and covered Ryou’s lips with his own. Ryou let out a small squeak and his eye lids fluttered, but he relaxed and surrendered to Marik, who deepened the kiss at Ryou’s lack of resistance. Ryou let out a little sigh, parting his lips in the process, and Marik took the opportunity to slip his tongue into Ryou’s mouth. Malik watched as Ryou’s eyes flew wide open, and he seemed to recoil slightly before calming down, relaxing and enjoying what Marik was doing. He moaned and tentatively curled his tongue around Marik’s as he curled his arms around Marik’s neck. Malik sat down and enjoyed the show with a big grin on his face, thinking ‘FINALLY!!!’
Marik caressed Ryou’s cheek, then trailed his fingers down the boy’s neck until he was massaging his shoulders. But something in the back of his mind told him to quit while he was ahead, and he moved away. Ryou gave a little whimper of protest, which earned him a little peck on the lips, but nothing more. He opened his eyes and stared at Marik, and suddenly, the thought that flew through his mind was ‘WHAT HAVE I DONE?!’ But Marik gave Ryou a gentle smile, caressing his cheek.
“Sleep, my love. You need rest.” Marik said softly, and Ryou blinked.
“… love?” He gasped, and Marik smiled and nuzzled Ryou’s cheek.
“You may be my prisoner...” Marik said, and Ryou winced. “But I believe that you have captured my heart, Prince Ryou.” Ryou stared at Marik, who smiled. “I do beleive that… I have fallen in love with you.” Ryou gave a small coo as Marik gently kissed him again.
“M-Marik...”
“Hush... Sleep.” Marik said, and lay down next to Ryou with a smile, draping an arm over the boy’s chest. Ryou smiled slightly and nodded, relaxing and closing his eyes. Marik sighed and closed his eyes, drifting to sleep with the Assyrian Prince.
YYYYYYYYY
Bakura slunk down the dark corridor, laser rifle in his hands. He breathed shallow, keeping the noise to a minimum. Suddenly, there was a shadow in front of him, and he fired.
“AHH!!” Screamed Mokuba, turning and running. Bakura gave chase, but as he followed Mokuba around the corner, he was met by a volley of fire, and with a scream, he fell back to the floor.
“Simulation, terminated.” Said a monotone voice. “Victor, Blue Team.”
“Aww, dammit! Bakura!!!” Otogi whined, coming over with Yugi and Jounochi, who were wearing red vests. Seto, Yami, Shizuka and Mokuba came over in their blue vests. Yami offered Bakura his hand, and Bakura stood.
“Shut up.” Bakura snapped at Otogi, who was glaring.
“Wanna play again?” Yugi asked, and everyone enthusiastcally said yes.
“No.” Bakura said, stripping his vest off and dropping it on the floor. The other made disappointed noises. “Sorry… my... Heart’s just not into it.” And he turned and left.
“He used to carry himself so tall...” Shizuka murmured.
“Yeah.” Yugi agreed. “It’s like the life has been sucked out of him.”
“He misses his brother.” Yami said. “You all keep playing. I’m going to go talk to him.” And he left the arena as Yugi went to the control panel to key in the new player count.
YYYYYYYY..
Malik yawned and opened his eyes. He found himself on his older brother’s bed. He turned and looked towards the Nest, where Marik was reclining. The Pharaoh smiled at his little brother, before turning his attention back to the little pale Assyrian who slept peacefully beside him, cuddled into his chest. Marik sighed and gently stroked Ryou’s hair. Ryou stirred and yawned, and blinked his large eyes open.
~Bakura?~ Came a soft prod in Marik’s mind. Marik winced, but decided to answer.
~No, little Prince.~ He said softly, and Ryou looked up. ~Not Bakura.~
~... oh. I’m sorry.~ Ryou said, and lowered his eyes.
~Don’t be.~ Marik said softly, and stroked Ryou’s cheek. ~You miss your brother.~
~Before I slept, you…~ Ryou blurted suddenly. ~You said that you...~
“I love you.” Marik said softly, and Ryou’s eyes widened. “The moment I saw you, I was intrigued. I frightened you, Ryou. And I’m sorry I did. I’m sorry that I sent you to the dungeons. And... I’m sorry that I have deceived you.”
“What?”
“Ryou, I lied.”
“Huh?” Ryou asked, and Malik sat straight up, eyes wide.
“Ryou... I told the guards not to harm you, but they did.”
“They disobeyed. You had nothing to do with--A
“That’s not true, Ryou. I... I told them that... I told them to torture you, Ryou.” Marik said, and Ryou’s eyes widened. “I wanted them to hurt you. I wanted to come off as… your rescuer. I wanted you to trust me, Ryou. To seek comfort in me... To... Love me. I wanted to hurt your brother, Ryou... I cannot deny that I have wanted you since I saw you.” Ryou was shaking and had gone pale. “And I wanted to hurt your brother by... I wanted to get you to fall in love with me so that I could... have your body. Willingly. So I could rub your brother’s face in it.” Ryou jerked away and threw himself out of the Nest. He whirled and threw his clothes on. Marik slowly climbed out of the Nest and stood staring at Ryou, who was slowly backing away, a look of shock and betrayal.
“YouY kissed me. You said you LOVED ME!!” He screamed, tears flooding from his eyes.
“I do.” Marik said softly. “Which is why I am telling you the truth, Ryou. And to apologize. I’m sorry. When I took you out of the dungeons, I was scared to death. I...”
“SHUT UP!!! IT’S A LIE!!! IT’S ALL A LIE!!!” Ryou screamed, bringing his hands up to the sides of his head and clutching his hair in his fists. He shook his head. Malik watched with wide eyes as Marik slowly approached Ryou, but only ended up backing him into the corner.
“Ryou, please.” Marik called, reaching out to the boy.
“GET AWAY FROM ME!!!!” Ryou screamed. Marik slowly dropped to his knees.
“Ryou... I love you. I do...”
“NO!!”
“I have taken care of you. I have tried to protect you. I have taken care of you. And I want to return you to your brother—“
“THEN DO IT!!! GET AWAY FROM ME!!! I WANT BAKURA!!!”
“Ryou, please, calm down!” Marik cried, reaching out and grabbing Ryou’s arm. The boy screamed and jerked away, then turned and ran for the door.
“RYOU, NO!!!” Malik screamed, as he and Marik both went after him. “THE COLLAR!!!” But it was too late. Ryou had charged out the door, and the security collar around his neck activated.
The boy screamed and crashed to the floor, his body jerking in a violent seizure as the collar sent waves of electricity through his body. Malik turned and ran to the computer, trying to de-activate the collar, while Marik ran to Ryou. The collar was deactivated, but to Marik’s horror, Ryou’s seizure didn’t stop. The boy continued to twitch and jerk on the floor, his eyes rolled back into his head and a foaming saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.
“RYOU!!!” Marik screamed, and the guards ran over.
“Sir, don’t touch him!” A guard shouted, grabbing Marik’s hand as he reached for the young Prince. Malik ran up, hands to his paled face as he stared at the convulsing Assyrian. After a few tense moments, there was a lull in the twitches, a final spasm, and then the boy lay still. Marik gave a horrified sob as he gripped the Assyrian’s shoulders.
“RYOU?! RYOU!!!” He screamed, but there was no response. He tried a mental cry. ~RYOU!!~ Still nothing. A guard knelt and felt the boy’s pulse.
“… He’s dead.” The guard said, and Marik looked ready to faint.
“No!” Malik cried, finally getting a hold of himself. “Start CPR! We can save him!” One guard knelt and began chest thrusts, and Malik quickly knelt and began giving Ryou mouth to mouth.
“I want my sister!!!” Marik was crying in a high pitched voice, clinging tightly to the other guard, who looked alarmed at his Pharaoh’s sudden fearful helplessness. “I want my sister!!!” Marik screamed, on his knees, tears streaming down his face. Another pair of guards, hearing the commotion, ran around the corner and stared at the scene.
“Get the Princess!!!” The guard that Marik clung to ordered. “NOW!!!” The guards ran off and moments later, Ishizu dashed around the corner and dropped to her knees, flinging arms around her hysterical little brother, who turned and clung tightly to her, hiding his face in her chest. Ishizu’s eyes widened as she felt the violent shaking in her brother’s body, and looked down as Malik continued to help try and revive Ryou. Both guard and Prince leapt back as Ryou convulsed, and gasped. The guard quickly turned Ryou onto his side as the boy vomited.
“Get him back into Marik’s room!” Malik commanded, and the guards lifted the Assyrian and carried him back into Marik’s room. Malik knelt and he and Ishizu helped Marik up and into his room as well. The Assyrian was laid flat on the floor. Ishizu looked at the four guards through narrow eyes.
“None of this happened. Understand? The Assyrian did NOT need any resuscitation, and you did not see the Pharaoh like this.” Marik was on his knees on the floor, clinging to Malik, who was trying to calm him. “Is this understood?”
“Yes Ma’am!” The guards all chorused, and left. Ishizu turned and knelt by Ryou, whom Marik was staring at.
“Prince Ryou?” She called gently, and Ryou whimpered and stirred. Marik immediately shoved his brother and sister aside and moved over to Ryou, seizing his thin shoulders and staring down at him.
“Ryou! Ryou, please, talk to me!! PLEASE!!!” He cried, hysterically. Ryou blinked up at him. Marik smiled and pet Ryou’s face. “Oh, Ryou, please... I love you.” Ishizu’s eyes widened and she looked at Malik. “I love you so much, Ryou, please. Please be okay…“ Ryou’s eyes fell closed.
“He needs rest, Marik.” Malik said. Marik sighed and stood, cradling the Prince in his arms.
“Leave us.” He said, his voice choked by tears. Ishizu blinked and looked at Malik again, who sighed and stood.
“Alright, Marik. Call if you need anything.”
“Water.”
“Huh?”
“Ryou... Will need water.” Marik said, and headed for the bathroom. There, he stripped the boy and lowered him into the water. He bathed the Prince gently, before pulling him out and wrapping him up in a towel. And through all that, Ryou didn’t move at all. Marik tottered over to the Nest and lovingly tucked Ryou in, then slowly lay down beside him. And then, Marik stopped holding back his tears, and the Pharaoh of Egyptonia cried himself to sleep, holding the Assyrian Prince to his heart.