Kimi ga Iru
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Kimi no BUMP
Kimi ga Iru
Summary: a visit to yugi's!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh…If I did, Anzu would have never existed and it’d be so smutty and innuendo filled it wouldn’t even be fit for European television.
Warnings: meh.
Kimi no Bump
Marik stormed into the house cursing violently. He kicked the nearby coat stand and broke it in half, roaring.
“That bitch!”
Bakura came into the hall, noodles hanging from his lips. “Whuh?”
“That bitch Ishizu thinks I’m abusing Malik! I didn’t even do anything to him! You saw! He didn’t want to come so I took his arm! Agggg!” He thrust his fingers into his hair and mussed it. “God I hate her! ‘If you continue to treat my brother like this I shall be forced to punish you’.”
Bakura stood idly by and continued to shovel noodles into his mouth. He swallowed and burped. “You get my cigarettes?”
Marik looked up. “What?”
“You said you were going out. You said you’d get me cigarettes.”
The Egyptian smacked himself in the forehead and cursed softly. He chuckled and leaned against the wall. “Sorry Bakura. I didn’t even think o it coming back.”
The thief shrugged. “No problem. I’ll go put on some real clothes and we’ll go.”
“Yeah…”
He watched the white haired yami disappear upstairs and went into the kitchen. He retrieved some orange juice from the fridge and noticed they were running out of food.
Damn, whose job is it to make groceries? Ah, shit, Ryou!
He downed the rest of the jug and sat on the counter. I hate Ishizu. I should’ve gotten rid of that bitch permanently when I had the chance.
Bakura came downstairs and Marik hopped off the counter. He liked it when it was just him and Bakura. They got along on a level that was different from anyone. When they were alone, they could relax with each other. It wasn’t an issue of trust; they just knew they each had each other’s backs.
“Hey Marik?”
“What?”
The headed out the door and mounted Marik’s motorcycle that was parked crookedly on the grass.
“Have you seen Ryou?”
“Sorry.”
“Shit.”
Marik turned the key and backed up the bike. “Just apologize.”
“I didn’t do anything! Stupid Pharaoh.”
“What’d he do?”
Bakura held on to Marik as the got going. “Nothing. Shut up!”
Marik laughed into the wind and sped down the road to the convenience store.
Bakura and Marik left the store and the Egyptian immediately lit up a cigarette, sighing afterward.
“God, why didn’t we have these things in our day?”
“Pipes.” Bakura was checking out everything he had lifted from the store. Sure candy wasn’t the usual fare he chose, but when he found Ryou, he knew the hikari would readily take these treats as a peace offering.
“Just not the same.” Marik leaned against the wall and smoked, watching Bakura. “That for Ryou?”
“Hm?” the thief looked up and saw Marik pointing to the skittles he was holding. “Yeah…he likes these things for some reason. I tried them once. They’re like little sugar pills.”
“Yeah.” Marik laughed. “Malik likes ‘lemon heads’ and all that sour candy. Remember, all we had were fruit and honey?”
“If you could get it. No honey for me…”
Marik blew smoke into the sky and closed his eyes, remembering the street life. At least Malik had lived some place, even if it was cut off from the rest of the world. Well, before he’d ruined that as well.
“Hey, Bakura, want to come someplace with me?”
The white haired teen looked up. “Where?”
“Visit Yugi.”
Bakura rolled his eyes. “What the fuck for?”
“It’ll rattle the fuck out of Pharaoh.”
The thief laughed. “Let’s go.”
****
Yugi swept the floor to his room and ran his arm across his face. He was finally done cleaning.
It had taken the boy hours to clean and rearrange his room and now he was finally happy. Now, his desk was closer to the door and his bed was in the corner next to the window. His tv and computer were against the wall where his bed used to be and he’d stored away a lot of his duel monsters paraphernalia.
It wasn’t that he didn’t love his Celtic Guardian posters and the Dark Magician Girl pin up, it’s just that he’d begun to think them a little juvenile.
Yeah, especially since last night.
A squeal escaped Yugi’s lips and he tightened his grip on the broom, smiling, his eyes closing into happy crescent moons.
“Marik-chan!” He giggled and began sweeping the floor again, hearts, flowers, and anime scenes running in his head.
I can’t believe he kissed me! I can’t believe he was sitting right there on the bed! Wow! Marik is so cute and hot and cute and hot and cute and hot! He giggled and sighed, going over to turn on the radio. Music bounced out and soon enough, Yugi was dancing around in his room.
//Bump bump kimi ja nai to awaseru imi ga nai
Bump bump uso ja nai toki ga sugite yuku
Bump bump kimi ja nai to awaseru imi ga nai
Bump bump give me the night kimi to koete yuku… //
He was so into the song that he didn’t hear the doorbell downstairs.
**
Bakura rang the door bell and after awhile, just got pissed and started kicking the door frame.
“OPEN UP PHARAOH! I WANNA KICK YOUR ASS!”
Marik laughed and shoved him aside to kick the door too. They were having too much fun. Unfortunately, Marik failed to noticed Yami coming to open the door and nearly kicked the Pharaoh in the face.
He covered his mouth and laughed, Bakura cracking up beside him.
“We’re closed Sunday.” The spirit said stiffly, regarding Bakura with contempt. “And even if we were open, I wouldn’t let the likes of you inside.”
Marik stopped laughing and grinned. “Hey, is Yugi home?”
Yami’s frown just deepened and Bakura cracked up. Even if Ryou was missing, it was definitely worth it to see the Pahraoh’s face.
“He’s upstairs cleaning his room.”
“Can we see him or is he a prisoner?”
Just then, Grandpa Motou happened by. “Oh! Are you two of Yugi’s friends?”
Bakura put on his sweetest expression. “Yes sir. Can Yugi come out and play?”
Marik snickered and Yami looked like he was about to lose it. Sugoroku smiled and patter Yami on the shoulder. “Well, let the boy’s in Atemu. Don’t be rude.”
Yami grudgingly opened the door wider and the two chaotic yamis stepped in.
“Thank you Atemu !” Marik bowed and entered.
“Yeah Pharaoh!” Bakura patted him on the chest. “You make a great doorman.”
The two wandered over to the merchandise counter and started staring at things. Yami left the room stomping up the stairs two by two muttering about if he were still pharaoh.
“What plans do you boy’s have today?”
“Grand larceny...” Bakura supplied.
Marik grinned at the old man. “Don’t mind him. He’s crazy.”
“Not as crazy as you Tomb boy!”
“Don’t call me that –”
From upstairs they heard a loud crash followed by yelling. Sugoroku sighed. “And to think I bought that alarm clock this morning…”
They watched Yugi stomp down the stairs, turning to yell up them. “AND IF YOU GO NEAR MY GOD DAMNED ROOM AGAIN I WILL PERSONALLY –”
“Yugi! Do not use that language in the house!”
The boy turned, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “Sorry Grandpa…um…I broke my alarm clock…”
“I know.” The man shook his head and headed out the door. “I’ll go get another one. This time it’s going to be indestructible…” the man left and Yugi went up to the counter, all smiles for Marik.
“You guys need anything?”
Marik grinned and leaned on the counter, looking Yugi in the eyes. “I dunno. You have all the god cards so unless you have more millennium items here, there’s nothing here that can help me rule the world.”
“You guys are gross.” Bakura had his back turned and was poking the Dark Magician plushies in the corner. “Stop it.” He turned and saw them inches away from each other’s faces.
“Oh god no! Is that where you were?! Ew!” he went over and pulled Marik back, the Egyptian laughed as Yugi looked disappointed.
“I can’t believe you Marik! No!” he swatted him on the back of the head. “No! Bad Egyptian psycho! Bad!”
Yugi looked at Bakura. “Stop it! I like Marik!”
Bakura stared at Yugi. “You stay outta this.” He looked at Marik and took his shoulders. He proceeded to shake the other yami violently. “What’s your problem!”
All Marik did was laugh and stepped away from Bakura when he was done. “You’re silly.”
Yugi giggled at this. It wasn’t often the thief was called ‘silly’ where people could hear it. He leaned against the counter again and smiled. “So, what are you guys doing today?”
“Petty theft.” Bakura supplied, going back to look at the Scapegoat plushies. “Who the hell would make a Scape Goat plushie?”
Marik went back over to Yugi and shrugged. “We were out getting booze and cigarettes then decided to come see you.”
The tri color haired boy nodded. “I was cleaning my room. Yami came in on me while I was dancing.”
“Oh? What kinda dancing?” Marik leaned in closer and Bakura rolled his eyes as he listened to “Stop Marik” and Yugi’s giggles.
“Bakura?” came a breathless voice from the doorway.
The thief turned and was nearly tackled to the ground by Ryou, who immediately burst into tears.
“I’m so sorry I thought you were mad at me then I came to see Yugi but he wasn’t here so I was talking to Yami and then I got upset again and then I stayed –” He stopped and looked at Bakura, then at Marik. “Oh my god! Have you two had breakfast? No! It’s lunch time! I have to make groceries!”
Bakura stopped him and held out a Scape Goat plushie. “I got this for you.”
Ryou beamed and hugged it immediately. “It’s so cute!” He squealed and hugged Bakura who was now grinning like a fool. Ryou backed up and smiled. “You really bought it?”
Bakura looked at Yugi, who rolled his eyes. “Yeah. Ask Yugi!”
The short duelist waved a random receipt. “He did.”
Ryou’s eyes were glittering. He hugged the plushie and looked as if he wouldn’t let it go. “Were you worried I was gone?”
“Fuck no. I knew you’d be back.” He thumbed towards the door. “Let’s go outside, I need to smoke.”
Ryou nodded and bounced after him like a puppy on crack. “OKAY!”
Marik shook his head. “He must’ve really missed Ryou.”
Yugi smiled. “Bakura cares for him a lot doesn’t he?”
The Egyptian nodded and shrugged. “It’s just a yami hikari thing.” He’d noticed Pharaoh scowling from the stair well the entire time. “Ain’t that right Atemu?”
“You shut your mouth you worthless –” Yami choked off his insult with a growl. “Ryou can do as he pleases!”
Marik laughed and watched Yami leave, shaking his head. “He’s possessive of anyone he can get his hands on, huh Yugi --!”
He was cut off by an eager kiss. He smiled, laughing to himself as Yugi practically climbed the counter to get to him, cupping his face and stroking his hair.
When Yugi finally withdrew, the boy was flushed and seemed intoxicated. He giggled and scooted over to the end of the counter. “That was great!”
“Yeah, if you’re into chaste movie star kisses!” Marik grinned devilishly and moved between Yugi’s legs, pulling him close. “Are you ready?”
With his head cocked to the side and his eyes just as wide as they would ever be, Yugi responded. “For what?”
Marik chuckle huskily and leaned in. “You’ll find out Chibi…”
He kissed Yugi hard but chastely and began to creep his hand under the boy’s shirt. He started rubbing up and down Yugi’s back which caused the boy to moan and press closer. When this happened, Marik saw his opportunity and slipped his tongue into the boy’s mouth.
Yugi moaned again and let Marik explore his mouth, his hands full of Marik’s shirt as he did his best not to lose it. Marik’s hands were much more busy of course. One hand was creeping up Yugi’s thigh while the other was assaulting his nipple, pinching and pulling with an insistency that hinted at more than an afternoon make out session.
When he felt Marik leave his mouth and begin to assault his neck, Yugi listened to himself panting. His mind was drifting farther and farther away and he knew that if he didn’t stop Marik soon, he’d lose more than his senses.
****
*Courtesy of Ketsumeshi (song clip from Ketsumeshi as well)
*LONG LONG CHAPTERS! WOOOOOO!
* have fun reading!
Summary: a visit to yugi's!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh…If I did, Anzu would have never existed and it’d be so smutty and innuendo filled it wouldn’t even be fit for European television.
Warnings: meh.
Kimi no Bump
Marik stormed into the house cursing violently. He kicked the nearby coat stand and broke it in half, roaring.
“That bitch!”
Bakura came into the hall, noodles hanging from his lips. “Whuh?”
“That bitch Ishizu thinks I’m abusing Malik! I didn’t even do anything to him! You saw! He didn’t want to come so I took his arm! Agggg!” He thrust his fingers into his hair and mussed it. “God I hate her! ‘If you continue to treat my brother like this I shall be forced to punish you’.”
Bakura stood idly by and continued to shovel noodles into his mouth. He swallowed and burped. “You get my cigarettes?”
Marik looked up. “What?”
“You said you were going out. You said you’d get me cigarettes.”
The Egyptian smacked himself in the forehead and cursed softly. He chuckled and leaned against the wall. “Sorry Bakura. I didn’t even think o it coming back.”
The thief shrugged. “No problem. I’ll go put on some real clothes and we’ll go.”
“Yeah…”
He watched the white haired yami disappear upstairs and went into the kitchen. He retrieved some orange juice from the fridge and noticed they were running out of food.
Damn, whose job is it to make groceries? Ah, shit, Ryou!
He downed the rest of the jug and sat on the counter. I hate Ishizu. I should’ve gotten rid of that bitch permanently when I had the chance.
Bakura came downstairs and Marik hopped off the counter. He liked it when it was just him and Bakura. They got along on a level that was different from anyone. When they were alone, they could relax with each other. It wasn’t an issue of trust; they just knew they each had each other’s backs.
“Hey Marik?”
“What?”
The headed out the door and mounted Marik’s motorcycle that was parked crookedly on the grass.
“Have you seen Ryou?”
“Sorry.”
“Shit.”
Marik turned the key and backed up the bike. “Just apologize.”
“I didn’t do anything! Stupid Pharaoh.”
“What’d he do?”
Bakura held on to Marik as the got going. “Nothing. Shut up!”
Marik laughed into the wind and sped down the road to the convenience store.
Bakura and Marik left the store and the Egyptian immediately lit up a cigarette, sighing afterward.
“God, why didn’t we have these things in our day?”
“Pipes.” Bakura was checking out everything he had lifted from the store. Sure candy wasn’t the usual fare he chose, but when he found Ryou, he knew the hikari would readily take these treats as a peace offering.
“Just not the same.” Marik leaned against the wall and smoked, watching Bakura. “That for Ryou?”
“Hm?” the thief looked up and saw Marik pointing to the skittles he was holding. “Yeah…he likes these things for some reason. I tried them once. They’re like little sugar pills.”
“Yeah.” Marik laughed. “Malik likes ‘lemon heads’ and all that sour candy. Remember, all we had were fruit and honey?”
“If you could get it. No honey for me…”
Marik blew smoke into the sky and closed his eyes, remembering the street life. At least Malik had lived some place, even if it was cut off from the rest of the world. Well, before he’d ruined that as well.
“Hey, Bakura, want to come someplace with me?”
The white haired teen looked up. “Where?”
“Visit Yugi.”
Bakura rolled his eyes. “What the fuck for?”
“It’ll rattle the fuck out of Pharaoh.”
The thief laughed. “Let’s go.”
****
Yugi swept the floor to his room and ran his arm across his face. He was finally done cleaning.
It had taken the boy hours to clean and rearrange his room and now he was finally happy. Now, his desk was closer to the door and his bed was in the corner next to the window. His tv and computer were against the wall where his bed used to be and he’d stored away a lot of his duel monsters paraphernalia.
It wasn’t that he didn’t love his Celtic Guardian posters and the Dark Magician Girl pin up, it’s just that he’d begun to think them a little juvenile.
Yeah, especially since last night.
A squeal escaped Yugi’s lips and he tightened his grip on the broom, smiling, his eyes closing into happy crescent moons.
“Marik-chan!” He giggled and began sweeping the floor again, hearts, flowers, and anime scenes running in his head.
I can’t believe he kissed me! I can’t believe he was sitting right there on the bed! Wow! Marik is so cute and hot and cute and hot and cute and hot! He giggled and sighed, going over to turn on the radio. Music bounced out and soon enough, Yugi was dancing around in his room.
//Bump bump kimi ja nai to awaseru imi ga nai
Bump bump uso ja nai toki ga sugite yuku
Bump bump kimi ja nai to awaseru imi ga nai
Bump bump give me the night kimi to koete yuku… //
He was so into the song that he didn’t hear the doorbell downstairs.
**
Bakura rang the door bell and after awhile, just got pissed and started kicking the door frame.
“OPEN UP PHARAOH! I WANNA KICK YOUR ASS!”
Marik laughed and shoved him aside to kick the door too. They were having too much fun. Unfortunately, Marik failed to noticed Yami coming to open the door and nearly kicked the Pharaoh in the face.
He covered his mouth and laughed, Bakura cracking up beside him.
“We’re closed Sunday.” The spirit said stiffly, regarding Bakura with contempt. “And even if we were open, I wouldn’t let the likes of you inside.”
Marik stopped laughing and grinned. “Hey, is Yugi home?”
Yami’s frown just deepened and Bakura cracked up. Even if Ryou was missing, it was definitely worth it to see the Pahraoh’s face.
“He’s upstairs cleaning his room.”
“Can we see him or is he a prisoner?”
Just then, Grandpa Motou happened by. “Oh! Are you two of Yugi’s friends?”
Bakura put on his sweetest expression. “Yes sir. Can Yugi come out and play?”
Marik snickered and Yami looked like he was about to lose it. Sugoroku smiled and patter Yami on the shoulder. “Well, let the boy’s in Atemu. Don’t be rude.”
Yami grudgingly opened the door wider and the two chaotic yamis stepped in.
“Thank you Atemu !” Marik bowed and entered.
“Yeah Pharaoh!” Bakura patted him on the chest. “You make a great doorman.”
The two wandered over to the merchandise counter and started staring at things. Yami left the room stomping up the stairs two by two muttering about if he were still pharaoh.
“What plans do you boy’s have today?”
“Grand larceny...” Bakura supplied.
Marik grinned at the old man. “Don’t mind him. He’s crazy.”
“Not as crazy as you Tomb boy!”
“Don’t call me that –”
From upstairs they heard a loud crash followed by yelling. Sugoroku sighed. “And to think I bought that alarm clock this morning…”
They watched Yugi stomp down the stairs, turning to yell up them. “AND IF YOU GO NEAR MY GOD DAMNED ROOM AGAIN I WILL PERSONALLY –”
“Yugi! Do not use that language in the house!”
The boy turned, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “Sorry Grandpa…um…I broke my alarm clock…”
“I know.” The man shook his head and headed out the door. “I’ll go get another one. This time it’s going to be indestructible…” the man left and Yugi went up to the counter, all smiles for Marik.
“You guys need anything?”
Marik grinned and leaned on the counter, looking Yugi in the eyes. “I dunno. You have all the god cards so unless you have more millennium items here, there’s nothing here that can help me rule the world.”
“You guys are gross.” Bakura had his back turned and was poking the Dark Magician plushies in the corner. “Stop it.” He turned and saw them inches away from each other’s faces.
“Oh god no! Is that where you were?! Ew!” he went over and pulled Marik back, the Egyptian laughed as Yugi looked disappointed.
“I can’t believe you Marik! No!” he swatted him on the back of the head. “No! Bad Egyptian psycho! Bad!”
Yugi looked at Bakura. “Stop it! I like Marik!”
Bakura stared at Yugi. “You stay outta this.” He looked at Marik and took his shoulders. He proceeded to shake the other yami violently. “What’s your problem!”
All Marik did was laugh and stepped away from Bakura when he was done. “You’re silly.”
Yugi giggled at this. It wasn’t often the thief was called ‘silly’ where people could hear it. He leaned against the counter again and smiled. “So, what are you guys doing today?”
“Petty theft.” Bakura supplied, going back to look at the Scapegoat plushies. “Who the hell would make a Scape Goat plushie?”
Marik went back over to Yugi and shrugged. “We were out getting booze and cigarettes then decided to come see you.”
The tri color haired boy nodded. “I was cleaning my room. Yami came in on me while I was dancing.”
“Oh? What kinda dancing?” Marik leaned in closer and Bakura rolled his eyes as he listened to “Stop Marik” and Yugi’s giggles.
“Bakura?” came a breathless voice from the doorway.
The thief turned and was nearly tackled to the ground by Ryou, who immediately burst into tears.
“I’m so sorry I thought you were mad at me then I came to see Yugi but he wasn’t here so I was talking to Yami and then I got upset again and then I stayed –” He stopped and looked at Bakura, then at Marik. “Oh my god! Have you two had breakfast? No! It’s lunch time! I have to make groceries!”
Bakura stopped him and held out a Scape Goat plushie. “I got this for you.”
Ryou beamed and hugged it immediately. “It’s so cute!” He squealed and hugged Bakura who was now grinning like a fool. Ryou backed up and smiled. “You really bought it?”
Bakura looked at Yugi, who rolled his eyes. “Yeah. Ask Yugi!”
The short duelist waved a random receipt. “He did.”
Ryou’s eyes were glittering. He hugged the plushie and looked as if he wouldn’t let it go. “Were you worried I was gone?”
“Fuck no. I knew you’d be back.” He thumbed towards the door. “Let’s go outside, I need to smoke.”
Ryou nodded and bounced after him like a puppy on crack. “OKAY!”
Marik shook his head. “He must’ve really missed Ryou.”
Yugi smiled. “Bakura cares for him a lot doesn’t he?”
The Egyptian nodded and shrugged. “It’s just a yami hikari thing.” He’d noticed Pharaoh scowling from the stair well the entire time. “Ain’t that right Atemu?”
“You shut your mouth you worthless –” Yami choked off his insult with a growl. “Ryou can do as he pleases!”
Marik laughed and watched Yami leave, shaking his head. “He’s possessive of anyone he can get his hands on, huh Yugi --!”
He was cut off by an eager kiss. He smiled, laughing to himself as Yugi practically climbed the counter to get to him, cupping his face and stroking his hair.
When Yugi finally withdrew, the boy was flushed and seemed intoxicated. He giggled and scooted over to the end of the counter. “That was great!”
“Yeah, if you’re into chaste movie star kisses!” Marik grinned devilishly and moved between Yugi’s legs, pulling him close. “Are you ready?”
With his head cocked to the side and his eyes just as wide as they would ever be, Yugi responded. “For what?”
Marik chuckle huskily and leaned in. “You’ll find out Chibi…”
He kissed Yugi hard but chastely and began to creep his hand under the boy’s shirt. He started rubbing up and down Yugi’s back which caused the boy to moan and press closer. When this happened, Marik saw his opportunity and slipped his tongue into the boy’s mouth.
Yugi moaned again and let Marik explore his mouth, his hands full of Marik’s shirt as he did his best not to lose it. Marik’s hands were much more busy of course. One hand was creeping up Yugi’s thigh while the other was assaulting his nipple, pinching and pulling with an insistency that hinted at more than an afternoon make out session.
When he felt Marik leave his mouth and begin to assault his neck, Yugi listened to himself panting. His mind was drifting farther and farther away and he knew that if he didn’t stop Marik soon, he’d lose more than his senses.
****
*Courtesy of Ketsumeshi (song clip from Ketsumeshi as well)
*LONG LONG CHAPTERS! WOOOOOO!
* have fun reading!