Hellraisers

Chapter 2- Genesis

            “Bakura! For last time-TURN DOWN THAT MUSIC!” Ryou shouted from the couch,
where he was sitting with Malik trying to watch a movie.

Bakura reluctantly lowered the volume of his music from his bed using the remote control.

“THERE! YOU HAPPY NOW?” Bakura shouted back, louder than necessary. He’d spent the
entire afternoon and the majority of the evening locked in his room listening to his ‘devil music’
as they called in the prior night’s youth group meeting. Malik had shown up early and took Ryou
out to lunch. They’d rented a couple movies afterward and parked their asses in front of the
television ever since.

Bakura glanced at his alarm clock and glared. It was half past 11pm. What the hell was he doing
home? Oh yeah, nobody to cause trouble with. Ryou was busy playing kissy face with Malik,
which was sickening to watch, Marik was at Yami and Yugi’s, and Bakura didn’t really care to
be around anybody else. He tended to have homicidal thoughts about anybody who looked at
him funny. Bakura flipped over onto his stomach and reached for his cigarettes, which he kept
on top the headboard of the bed.

“Shit!” he griped when he found the pack was empty.

He crunched up the empty box and whipped it at the trash can, missing it completely. He slid off
on the bed and looked at himself in the full length mirror on the door. Even though he needed to
run a brush through his hair, he didn’t look half bad. He was wearing a loose white t-shirt that
went past his butt and had the sleeves cut off, and a pair of skin tight black jeans with numerous
holes. So what if he was wearing one red sock and one black sock, he still looked hot. He could
wear a hat to cover his messy hair. Bakura grabbed a baseball cap and put it on his head
backwards. He sprayed on some cologne that reminded him of something that he couldn’t place,
but he knew he loved a lot. After digging around the mess on his bedroom floor for 10 minutes,
he finally found the black boots he wanted to wear. Boots covered mis-matched socks. Not
wanting to disturb Ryou and Malik, Bakura grabbed his wallet and hopped out his open window.
He could walk to a gas station and buy cigarettes, he needed some fresh air anyway.

            Bakura stalked through the backyards of their neighbors and down the back alleys. This
was the shortest route to the gas station, less police too. Bakura hated the way the cops always
looked at him like he was up to no good, even when he wasn’t. If Yami wasn’t always
threatening to mind crush him he’d have already sent every single cop to the Shadow Realm.

He trudged through the damp grass of somebody’s front yard and grinned triumphantly as the gas
station came into view. He took off running full speed across the road. He noticed a car parked
at one of gas pumps, but was too focused on buying a pack of cigarettes and didn’t think of
getting a better look at it.

Bakura walked up to the counter and pointed.

“I need two packs of those........and one of those scratch-off lottery tickets with the leprechaun
on.”

The young female attendant grabbed Bakura the two packs of cigarettes and the lottery ticket
and set them down in front of him.

“I’ll take a pack of gum too” he added with a smirk.

Bakura paid for his purchases and turned to leave. He almost tripped over his own two feet when
he found Yugi standing behind him with a four-pack of wine coolers.

“Holy shit! Yugi!”

Yugi bit his lip and laughed nervously.

“Uh......hi Bakura........lovely night for a walk, isn’t it?”

Bakura stuffed the lry try ticket and the gum in his back pocket and casually packed his
cigarettes against the palm of his hand.

“Perfect night to do anything except stay home, I’d say.”

The cashier cocked her head and looked at Yugi suspiciously.

“Are you old enough to buy alcohol?”

Yugi bit his lip nervously.

Bakura rolled his eyes and flashed a smile that was wickedly charming.

“He’s old enough, he’s a friend of mine. I’ve known him for years.”

The girl didn’t look like she bought Bakura’s story, but took his word for granted and agreed to
sell Yugi the wine coolers. Bakura walked out and waited outside the gas station doors for Yugi
to come out. He started scratching off his lottery ticket as he waited.

Yugi walked out soon thereafter clutching a brown paper bag.

“Hey” Bakura grinned.

Yugi looked up and smiled.

“Hey yourself. Thank for doing that in there.”

Bakura shrugged his shoulders as he scratched off the last grey box on his lottery ticket.

“It was nothing.”

Yugi reached up and ran his fingers through his hair. He looked a little nervous.

“Wanna drive with me over to the lake and spilt these?”

Bakura looked over his lottery ticket and smiled.

“Yes! I just won twenty dollars! I’m cashing this in before I lose it!”

Yugi shrugged his shoulders.

“I’ll see you around I guess, bye.”

Bakura looked up from his lottery ticket and held out his hand.

“Wait a sec, what was that you were saying? You want me to go out to the lake with you?”

Yugi stopped walking away and smiled after he realized Bakura had actually heard what he said.

Bakura nodded his head and waved his winning ticket in the air.

“Sure, I’ll go with you. Just wait a minute though, I’ll buy us some of the good stuff!”

Bakura hurried back into the gas station, picked out a case of beer, and brought the ticket and the
beer up to the counter.

“I’m baaaaaack” he chuckled evilly in a sing song voice. He loved the way it freaked mortals
out. The fear on their faces filled his heart with joy. What a lovely thing it was!

The girl didn’t even bother taking his ticket, she just threw a $20 bill and a paper bag

at him and excused herself.

Bakura shrugged his shoulders as he slipped the beer into the bag......along with his winning
ticket. He took the twenty dollar bill and stuffed it in his pants. This was almost as fun as
stealing! He met with Yugi back at Yugi’s car and got in the passenger side.

“Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Yugi shifted the car into drive and sped out onto the street.

Bakura pulled out a can of beer and handed it to Yugi. The pharaoh’s hikari flat out refused.

“I don’t drink and drive.....I’ll wait.” he said firmly.

Bakura shrugged his shoulders.

“Whatever” he chuckled as he opened it for himself. He didn’t particularly care for the music
Yugi had on, so he leaned over and started flipping through the stations.

“Let me guess what brings you out tonight and has you upset enough to feel the need to buy wine
coolers- considering you don’t drink. Hmm... Marik and Yami are having hot torrent monkey sex
all over your room and seeing Marik naked give you a hard on, right?” Bakura chuckled as he
tuned into a station he liked.

Yugi made a sour face.

“Not really, they’re not actually having sex, just rubbing their naked bodies together a lot and
making all kinds of sick noises. And no, Marik’s butt doesn’t turn me on, weirdo”

Bakura sat back in his seat and started to laugh.

“Marik’s ass isn’t bad, it’s just nasty to see Yami’s skinny legs wrapped around it. I don’t get
those two, they just seem so wrong together.”

Yugi nodded his head as he turned down a road with a lot of trees.

“You’re telling me! I hate feeling like the odd man out!”

Bakura nodded his head.

“Welcome to my world”

Yugi reached for Bakura’s beer and took a large swallow.

“It just gets on my nerves. Grampa fell in the bathtub and broke his hip again, so I had to rush
him to the emergency room this morning, and by the time I got home, Marik and Yami were
naked on the kitchen floor jerking each other off! It was just sick! Marik had pistachio pudding
spread all over Yami’s ass and was licking it off! ACK!”“ Yugi gagged.

A horrified expression spread over Bakura’s face. He quickly chugged the rest of his beer. He
crushed the can between his hands and tossed it into the paper bag.

“I was in the bathroom taking a leak when I overheard Ryou talking to Malik. What’s your
favorite color? Really! Mine too! I can’t believe we have so much in common!” Bakura opened
his window and lit up a cigarette.

“They sounded like love sick little bitches, it was nauseating.”

Yugi turned down a dirt trail and slowly proceeded.

“When I was little Grampa used to take me fishing at the spot we’re going to. Not many people
know about it.”

Bakura took a drag of his cigarette, tapping the ash out the window as he exhaled a couple
smoke rings.

“I hope you’re not taking me fishing.”

Yugi rolled his eyes and laughed.

“No, don’t be silly.”

Bakura grinned as Yugi parked the car. He turned off the engine, but left the music on.

“You’re lucky kid, I was gonna use you as bait.”

Yugi reached into the back seat and pulled out one of his raspberry wine coolers.

“Very Funny” Yugi retorted sarcastically as he twisted the cap off the bottle.

Bakura opened himself another beer and leaned his seat back.

“I had a grandfather once....he got bitten by an asp and died a painful death. I saw the whole the
whole thing, very graphic. That was nothing compared to the way my parents died though, they
were cooked alive. I watched them die too. They only scream a little as they were being thrown
into the big pot of boiling gold.”

Yugi opened his car door and shook his head.

“You’re one morbid guy, Bakura, jeeez, why do you need to be so detailed!”

Bakura chuckled evilly as he exited his side of the car. He sided up to Yugi and linked arms with
him.

“C’mon squirt, show me this secret lake”

Yugi giggled as Bakura practically dragged him to the sandy shore. The skies had finally cleared,
and the stars were shining brightly. Bakura reached down and swirled his finger in the water.

“It feels warm” he noted.

“Yeah? I’m not surprised, it was hot out yesterday. It still feels sticky out.” Yugi conversed
casually as he crouched down to untie his sneakers. He was wearing a pair of red shorts and a
black sleeveless shirt. He rolled off his socks and walked into the water.

“Wow, this feels awesome, you should come in, Bakura.”

Bakura rolled his eyes.

“Yeah right” he scoffed.

Yugi took a few steps around and laughed.

“You don’t know what you’re missing”

Bakura waved his hand in front of himself.

“Not right now”

Yugi leaned over and scooped up and hand full of water, splashing it at Bakura, getting his shirt
wet.

“You little fucker” Bakura growled, pulling off his shirt. “You got me wet! I should kick your
ass all the way into the Shadow Realm!”

Yugi leaned over and splashed Bakura again, this time soaking the crotch of his jeans. Bakura
could see Yugi was only playing, so he played along. He walked over to the car and laid his shirt
out on the trunk. He pulled off his boots and mis-matched socks and set them by the bumper.

“You’re not getting away with splashing me, if that’s what you think” Bakura chuckled as he
unzipped his jeans. “And when I get a hold of you.......”

Yugi stuck out his tongue and grinned. “You’ll what?”

Bakura pulled off his jeans and tossed them on top the car. He took off on a dead run at Yugi.

“I’ll THIS” Bakura shouted as he jumped at Yugi, knocking him into the water.

“I deserved that” Yugi snickered.

Bakura got off of him and held out his hand.

Yugi reached up and took it.

“Yes you did” Bakura smiled, helping Yugi to his feet.

Yugi closed his eyes and shook out his wet hair. Little drops of water falling from the ends of his
bangs reflected prisms of light in the silver moon light.

“You look like a drown rat” Bakura chuckled, wiping Yugi’s bangs out of his eyes.

Yugi looked up at Bakura and smiled.

“I never thought I’d ever see the day where I had something in common with you.”

Bakura crossed his arms and laughed.

“Well I’ll be damned.....”

Yugi looked down at his wet clothes and laughed.

“I can’t believe you tackled me.....wow......that was just..rude!”

“Marik licking pudding off Yami’s ass, now THAT’S rude.” Bakura snickered as he followed
Yugi back up to the car.

Yugi nodded his head as he pulled off his wet clothes. Bakura reached into the passenger side
and grabbed himself another beer. He couldn’t help but notice a bowling ball on the floor of the
car.

“Yugi? What’s the deal with this bowling ball?”

Yugi started to laugh as he laid his clothes out on the car.

            The two of them spent the next three hours waiting for their clothes to dry. It was a little
awkward feeling, but it was nice having somebody to complain with. Once their clothes were
dry, Yugi drove Bakura home. They felt a little weird for hanging out together, but didn’t say
anything.

“See ya Saturday” Yugi smiled as Bakura walked away.

Bakura looked back at Yugi and rolled his eyes. He could hear Yugi giggling as he walked
around the house. Malik’s car was still parked out on the street. No doubt Malik was still over,
so Bakura opted for the window option again. He discretely crept back into his room and opened
his door a crack. The livingroom was quiet, but there was somebody in the shower. Bakura
assumed it was Ryou and quickly crept down the hall into the kitchen. He turned on the light
above the oven and quietly opened the freezer.

 Ryou had only taught him how to cook one thing, frozen pizza, so Bakura poked around until he
found the kind he liked. He ripped off the plastic wrapping and tossed the pizza in without using
a pan. He hated using pans because he hated doing the dishes. Ryou didn’t care for doing dishes
either, so they usually piled up so high that fruites aes and fungus took up residence. Bakura hated
the fruit flies the worst. The little bastards never failed to fly into HIS coffee.

Bakura felt the urge to use the bathroom, so he quietly walked into the bathroom and went about
his business.

“You hungry?” he asked the person in the shower, still thinking it was Ryou.

“Are you the main course?” Marik grinned as he poked his head out from behind the curtain.

Bakura jumped to the side and looked up in shock.

“What the fuck are you doing here!” he gasped as he hurriedly zipped up his jeans.

Marik stuck out his bottom lip and pretended to pout.

“What? No kiss? I’m hurt Bakura!”

Bakura rolled his eyes as he washed his hands.

“I’m serious, what the fuck are you doing here? I thought you were with that little rat Yami.”

Marik turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, dripping water all over the floor.

“I walked over, Yami pissed me off ” he said casually as he shook out his hair. He looked
exactly like Malik when his hair was flat, it was a little spooky.

Bakura tried to ignore Marik’s nakedness, but it wasn’t easy. Marik’s body was a perfect 10. He
tossed Marik the hand towel hanging next to the sink and sighed as he walked out.

“Cover that thing up, I just threw in a pizza and don’t need my appetite ruined.”

Bakura walked into his bedroom and kicked off his boots.

“Wise ass” he grumbled as he took off his socks and shirt.

He walked back into the kitchen and checked on his pizza. He found Marik bent over, wearing
only the small towel, looking in the refrigerator. Bakura let out a long groan as he opened the
oven door.

“I think it’s done” Marik mused as he sat at the table, opening a can of soda.

Bakura slid the pizza back onto the cardboard, burning himself as usual.

“Shit!” he growled as he pulled his hand out from under the cardboard, sticking his burned
finger into his mouth.

Marik started to snicker.

“Awe, did Bakura burn his pretty little finger? Want me to kiss it and make it all better?”

Bakura rolled his eyes as he picked up the pizza and set it down on the table.

“You can kiss my ass Marik” he snapped sharply.

“Is that a promise?” Marik winked back.

Bakura grabbed a big knife off the counter and glared as he ran his finger lightly over the shiny
blade.

“I’m not afraid to use this, I suggest you shut up.”

Bakura slammed the big scary knife down onto the hot pizza.

“I’m not in the mood for your stupidity right now, so just cool it, okay?”

Bakura turned the pizza around and slammed the knife down again, exceptionally hard, slicing it
all the way down through the surface of the table.

“What crawled up your ass?” Marik ask, scooting his chair back.

Bakura finished cutting the pizza in a rather primitive fashion and walked over to the sink. He
turned on the faucet and rinsed the knife off, leaving the water run.

“Nothing is up my ass”

Marik started to snicker.

“Maybe that’s your problem.”

Bakura pointed the knife at Marik and glared.

“Just shut up” he hissed as he opened the cupboard and pulled out a box containing little

single serve packages of cappuccino.

Marik burst out laughing.

“You crack me up Bakura.”

“I can do more than crack you up” Bakura growled as he sat down and

mixed his cappuccino.

Malik stumbled into the kitchen half asleep scratching his head.

“What time is it?” he asked in a horse voice.

“4:45, ready to go home yet?” Marik mused as he picked the onions off of a slice of Bakura’s
pizza.

Malik picked up a slice for himself. “Oh cool, pizza!” he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling like he’d
stumbled across gold.

 He looked across the table at Marik. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” he ask before takingite.ite.

Marik shrugged his shoulders.

“Was I suppose to?”

Malik rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Isis isn’t going to be very happy that I had her car out all night. Damn it, just go get your clothes
back on and let’s head home.”

Marik smirked he got up out of his seat and tossed the towel he was wearing on the table.

“I’ll be ready in five minutes” he smirked as he streaked down the hall and into the bathroom.

Bakura sat quietly, keeping his eyes focused on the pizza.

Malik finished his pizza quickly and got up.

“Thanks for the breakfast Bakura. I hope you’re not mad at me for keeping Ryou all night.”

Bakura shrugged his shoulders and continued staring at the pizza.

“It’s no big shit” he lied as Malik walked back into the livingroom to say goodbye to Ryou.

Marik walked back out of the backroom wearing a pair of snug fitting white jeans, a red tank
top, and a pair of white boots. He was wearing a miniature gold replica of the Millennium puzzle
around his neck on a gold chain. Bakura started to snicker.

Marik cast him a cold glare.

“What’s so funny?” he snapped.

Bakura took a sip of his cappuccino and pointed.

“Isn’t that jusoraborable?” he chuckled.

Marik glanced down at the tiny gold charm and rolled his eyes.

“I know, it’s lame. Yami thought it would be cute if we wore matching puzzles.”

Bakura kicked his feet up on the table and smiled proudly.

“I’m glad I’m single”

Marik rolled his eyes as he pulled on a short, white leather jacket.

“You’re single because you’re weird” he laughed.

Bakura couldn’t disagree.

“Thanks for the compliment” he answered sarcastically.

“Well Ryou, I’ll see you tomorrow night. I’ll call you a little later, okay?” Malik smiled as Ryou
walked with him to the door.

“I can’t wait, you haven’t even left and I already miss you!” Ryou gushed as he leaned up to kiss
Malik goodnight.

Bakura tossed his pizza onto the table and groaned.

“I think I’m going to be sick. I’m going to bed.”

“Sweet dreams, sexy” Marik grinned as Bakura walked away.

            Bakura laid on his bed with his hands behind his head. He kept the lights off and listened
to his stereo quietly. He couldn’t sleep, as usual. No matter how hard he tried, all he could do
was think all night. His mind was running especially fast tonight because of the recent events.
Everything had changed so much, so quick, that it all kind of left Bakura in a daze. He was used
to having Ryou to himself, and not having to share him with anybody. But now Ryou would
probably be spending his free time with Malik, leaving Bakura with nobody to get into trouble.

Bakura was making a mental list of ways to keep himself busy, when he heard a light knock on
his bedroom door.

“Bakura? May I come in?” Ryou ask politely.

“Whatever” Bakura replied as he sat up in bed.

Ryou walked in and sat at the edge of Bakura’s bed. The sun started peeking through Bakura’s
window blinds, throwing little stripes of light across Ryou’s form.

“Bakura?” Ryou ask quietly, “Are you mad at me or something?”

Bakura crossed his arms and grunted.

“What would make you think something so stupid? No, I’m not mad. Why would I be mad?”

Ryou folded his hands and nervously twiddled his thumbs.

“Well, you usually say goodnight too me and remind me that I’m pathetic before bed. You just
walked out before.”

Bakura shook his head and forced himself to laugh.

“Damn! What was I thinking! Goodnight, you worthless piece of human filth.”

Ryou smiled and reached for Bakura’s hand.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you about your music before” he said remorsefully.

Bakura shrugged his shoulders.

“Whatever” he replied.

Ryou nervously pulled his hand away from Bakura and put it back in his lap.

“Um...Bakura? There’s something else I need to tell you.”

Bakura made a face and groaned.

“What is it?” He asked nervously, hearing Ryou’s voice crack.

Ryou stood up and stared at the floor.

“Well, you see, it’s like this; Malik, Marik, Yugi and Yami are going to stay over tomorrow
night so none of us oversleep and miss the trip to the waterpark” he explained in one breath.

Bakura grabbed his pillow, “It’s times like this I wish I could die” he groaned as he covered his
head.