Hellraisers

Echoes of Eden

“Bakura?” Ryou called out as he set down a bag a groceries on the table.

Bakura was laying on the couch smoking a cigarette and watching a music video channel, one he
knew Ryou hated because it only played heavy metal. He heard Ryou calling his name, but
didn’t feel like answering.

“Oh, there you are, why didn’t you answer when I called you?” Ryou ask as he walked into the
livingroom.

Bakura took a puff of his cigarette and turned the volume up on the television using the remote
control.

“I didn’t feel like it” he shrugged arrogantly.

Ryou sat down on the arm of the sofa and sighed.

“The guys are going to be showing up within the hour, would you mind helping me get the house
straightened up?”

Bakura took a deep breath and groaned as he exhaled.

“You do it, I’m busy.”

Ryou looked down at the floor and stared at a pile of junk laying on the carpet next to where
Bakura was laying. A crumpled pack of cigarettes, three crushed soda pop cans, an empty bag of
cheddar flavored chips, and a half eaten tube of half eaten chocolate chip cookie dough were
piled up next to an ashtray over flowing with cigarette butts. Ryou bit his bit nervously before
speaking.

“You know, it would be nice if you’d help out around here every now and than.”

Bakura narrowed his eyes.

“It would, eh?”

Ryou could see by the look in Bakura’s eyes that he was upset. Bakura lit up another cigarette
only seconds after putting the last one out, something he only did when he was about to snap.

Ryou decided to bacf lif like he always did. He’d learned over the years that pushing his yami’s
buttons wasn’t a wise choice. Bakura had serious anger issues and had a tendency to fly off the
handle.

Bakura placed his cigarette between his lips and glared at Ryou as he scooped up the garbage
he’d left on the floor and stuffed it into the potato chip bag.

“There, I cleaned, you fucking happy now?” He snapped sharply as he shoved the bag of garbage
at Ryou and got up off the sofa.

“Thank you” Ryou said softly as he started picking up the rest of the junk laying around.

Bakura stormed down the hall to his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him. He turned on
his stereo loud enough to rattle the windows and flopped onto his bed. He stared up at the ceiling
fan and silently cursed his creator. Once again he found himself alone in his room. After
finishing his cigarette, Bakura closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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            “Wake up, sexy.” Marik grinned as he shook Bakura lightly. The former thief groaned as
he opened his chestnut eyes.

“Get you’re filthy paws off of me you diseased vermin.” Bakura growled as he grabbed his
pillow and covered his head.

Marik rolled his eyes and crawled on top of Bakura, straddling his hips. He reached under
Bakura’s black t-shirt and ran his hand over the half asleep yami’s toned stomach.

“Oooh, nice Bakura......”

Bakura swatted Marik’s hand away and threw his pillow at the Egyptian.

“What part of ‘hands off’ don’t you understand? Why don’t you go molest your little whore
Yami and leave me the hell alone.”

Marik started to laugh as he crawled off of the bed.

“I’m not here to piss you off Bakura. Ryou asked me to ask you if you wanted to come watch
movies with the rest of us.”

Bakura rubbed his eyes as he sat up. Marik was wearing a crisp white t-shirt with the words “Pee
Like a Man” in bold black letters written on the front. His jeans were ripped at the knees, and his
sneakers looked like they’d seen better days.

“What movies?” he yawned as he reached for his cigarettes.

Marik walked over to the door and grinned.

“You’ll just have to come out and see for yourself, sleepyhead.”

Bakura narrowed his eyes and glared at the haphazardly dressed yami.

“It better not be one of those retarded fetish porns again.”

Marik laughed all the way down the hall, not giving Bakura an answer.

“Jackass” Bakura mused to himself as he got out of bed. He made a quick stop in the bathroom
before joining the others in the livingroom.

“Hey Sunshine” Marik chuckled as Bakura walked in the room.

“Real cute” Bakura frowned as he sat on the floor away from the group. Ryou and Malik were
cuddling together on the sofa next to Marik and Yami. Bakura was thankful Yami had a blanket
covering him, because it was obvious he and Marik were doing much more than innocent
cuddling. Yami was laying with his legs draped across Marik’s lap and moaning lightly. Bakura
knew exactly what Marik was doing to the former pharaoh under the blanket, and it was more
than he really wanted to see. Yugi walked into the livingroom from the kitchen carrying cans of
soda for each of them.

“Hey Bakura” he smiled as he passed the soda’s out.

Bakura nodded his head as he got up off the floor. Wit sat saying where he was going, he
walked out of the room and went back to his bedroom. He knew he’d need something stronger
than a can of soda if he was going to make it through the movie.

Bakura reached under his bed and pulled out a bottle of cheap liquor.

“Ahhh, yes, nectar of the gods.” he mused as he opened the bottle and took a big swig. With
bottle in hand, he walked back out into the livingroom and sat back on the floor. To his surprise,
Yugi sat next to him.

Ryou turned on the movie after everybody had settled in.

“Oh great” Bakura groaned after he realized what movie they were watching. It was a cheesy
Latin soft porn called “The Wild Rose.” He’d seen it before, and knew he hated it. It was the
most pointless piece of garbage he’d ever seen.

            The night seemed to drag on forever. Bakura couldn’t take much more. He wasn’t sure
what was worse; Ryou and Malik’s giggling, or Marik and Yami’s moaning and groaning. At
least Yugi wasn’t being annoying. He seemed just as sickened by it all as Bakura was. After the
movie was over, Bakura got up and left without saying where he was going. He’d polished off
the entire bottle of cheap booze and was feeling rather tipsy. He staggered into the bathroom to
relieve himself, but to his dismay, Marik followed him.

“What do you want” Bakura frowned as he went about his business.

Marik hoisted himself up onto the bathroom counter and grinned.

“You really need to get laid” he stated bluntly.

Bakura rolled his eyes.

“Get the fuck out of here Marik, you don’t know what I need.” he growled at the Egyptian.

Marik shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t look like he planned on leaving anytime soon.

“Yugi told Yami he likes you, I think you should go for it.”

Bakura looked over his shoulder and glared sharply at Marik.

“You know what Ishtar? I don’t need you telling me who I should ‘go’ for, and I surely d82178217;t
need you in here watching me take a piss. I said get out, now GET OUT!”

Marik hopped off the counter and shrugged his shoulders again.

“Suit yourself, but I think you should consider going out with Yugi at least.”

“GET OUT!” Bakura shouted as he zipped up his jeans.

Marik held his hands up in mock surrender.

“Jeez, Bakura, get a grip! Damn! I’m leaving, okay? I think you better lay off the firewater for a
while.”

Bakura shoved Marik out of his way and stormed down the hall.

“I’m going to bed, just stay the fuck away from me.” he scoffed as he slammed his bedroom
door.

            Bakura could hear playful laughter coming from beyond his door over his loud ‘devil’
music. He laid quietly on his bed wishing the night would just end. He’d tried hanging out with
Ryou, Malik, Marik, Yami and Yugi, but he just felt like he didn’t belong. He didn’t want to
infringe on all their fun. He had plenty of things to entertain himself in his room anyway. He
didn’t need to hang out with the crowd to keep himself happy. His bedroom was far from boring.
He had everything! A nice stereo, a couple hundred CD’s, television, DVD player, VCR, an
electric guitar with a nice little studio amplifier, more booze hidden under the bed, and anything
else he wanted. When Ryou would ask him where he got his collection of “stuff,” Bakura would
remind him of his only occupation back in ancient Egypt. Ryou never ask anything further. He
always rolled his eyes and sighed, than he’d change the subject. Even though he and Ryou
coexisted together in the same house, Bakura tried to avoid being to talkative. Bakura preferred
keeping to himself in his room. He was used to being alone, and it didn’t bother him in the least.
Friends were for people who were too chickenshit to hack it on their own! Bakura’s mind was
racing again. He couldn’t seem to ever stop thinking about everything and anything. Bakura was
just happy it was his own voice in his head and not Zork’s anymore-but that’s a whole other
story.

 A quiet knocking at his bedroom door broke him out of his thoughts.

“GO AWAY!” he yelled, assuming it was Marik.

His door opened a crack and Yugi poked his head in.

“Oh, I’m sorry Bakura, I didn’t mean to bother you.”

Bakura sat up and waved Yugi over. Even though he wasn’t in a chatty mood, he knew Yugi was
probably feeling the same way he did- out of place. Everybody had somebody, except for them.

“C’mon in, just close the door behind you” Bakura mused as he turned up his devil music to
cover up the laughter coming from the others.

Yugi walked in, closing the door behind him. He stood at the foot of Bakura’s bed looking
unsure of himself.

“So, uh....crazy weather we’re having this weeh?&#h?”

Bakura shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t go out much during the day, so the weather really
wasn’t of much concern to him.

“Uh...yes, if you say so. Tell me, what’s going on out there? Marik still jerking Yami off under
the blanket?” Bakura ask bluntly.

Yugi covered his eyes with his hand and shook his head.

tyletyle="margin-bottom: 0.0691667in">“Don’t remind me....”

Yugi ran his fingers through his tri-colored hair and sighed.

“Yami has changed so much since he started seeing Marik. I can’t believe what a little bitch he’s
turned in#822#8221;

Bakura raised an eyebrow, a little surprised that sweet little Yugi Motou used the word ‘bitch.’
The fact that it was his yami he was referring to made it all the more amusing.

Bakura got up off of his bed and walked over to his closet.

“Ryou’s the same way. Malik left here around five this morning, and by 10 they were already on
the phone talking about all the things they have in common. Those Ishtar’s must be using mind
control or something. I can’t see how anybody could ever act so damn pathetic just because of
another person” he explained as he dug around for something.

“That’s nothing, I heard Yami tell Marik he loves him today. Can you believe that? Yami told a
psycho man-bitch he loves him! ACK!” Yugi gagged as he sat down on the bed.

Bakura chuckled at Yugi’s comments as he pulled out a long, rectangular box and brought it
back to the bed.

“You have to admit though, Marik is one beautiful psychotic man-bitch. Yami probably can’t
help himself” he noted as he set the box between him and Yugi.

Yugi nodded his head.

“Yeah, Marik’s nice to look at, but he’s got the worst ego problem! He even puts Kaiba to
shame!”

Bakura took the cover off of the box and set it aside. He reached into the box and pulled out a
Ouija board.

“Ever use one of these before?”

Yugi made a sour face.

“Aren’t these things evil?”

Bakura started to laugh as he placed the pointer on the board.

“It’s just a game, Yugi. I do this all the time, c’mon, it’s fun.”

Yugi reluctantly agreed and placed his hands on the pointer next to Bakura’s.

“Anybody special you want to say hi to?” Bakura ask casually.

Yugi shook his head.

“Not really”

Bakura shrugged his shoulders. He could sense Yugi’s apprehension, but didn’t really care. It
wasn’t like he was forcing Yugi to do this at knife-point.

            Yugi hung out with Bakura for the rest of the night. After they’d finished playing with
Bakura’s Ouija board, Bakura had put in a movie called “Sleepwalkers.” The movie scared Yugi
so bad that he’d crawled into Bakura’s lap and practically hid in Bakura’s long hair. Bakura
didn’t especially care for Yugi hanging on him, but at the same time it felt a little good to have
someone holding him. The movie didn’t phase Bakura and he ended up falling asleep.

            The next morning, Bakura woke up earlier than usual. His room was still and quiet,
which wasn’t normal. Usually he would leave his stereo on all night. The television had been
turned off too. Bakura’s mouth was feeling a little dry, so he decided to get up and get a drink of
water. He slowly slid off of his bed and stretched his arms above his head. He scratched his head
as he let out a long yawn and walked out of him room. Bakura wasn’t much of a morning person,
waking up was always a bitch. The smell of fresh coffee instantly tripped Bakura’s senses
though. He loved coffee, even though Ryou hated it. As Bakura walked into the kitchen, he
found Yugi trying to wrestle open a box of breakfast cereal.

“Hey” he grunted as he opened the cupboard and reached for his favorite coffee mug. It was
black with a big yellow smiley face on one side, and the smiley face all blown up on the other.

“Hey Bakura” Yugi mused as he tried to open the cereal.

Bakura poured himself a cup of coffee. He couldn’t help but laugh at Yugi trying to open the
breakfast cereal. Little Yugi just didn’t have the muscles to pull the bag apart.

Bakura walked over to the table and set down his coffee.

“Here, let me show you how that’s done.”

Yugi shoved the box over to Bakura and groaned.

Bakura grabbed his favorite big knife and started stabbing the bag of cereal repeatedly. He than
handed Yugi the box back after he’d stabbed the bag of cereal inside practically to death.

Yugi giggled as he reached into the box and started eating the cereal dry.

“I’ve never seen anybody open cereal like that.”

Bakura picked up his coffee and grinned.

“It worked, didn’t it?”

Yugi just laughed as he ate his cereal.

“There’s my bitch” Marik grinned at Bakura as he walked out of the livingroom and into the
kitchen.

Bakura glared sharply at the smirking Egyptian. Marik had wrapped a blanket around his waist,
but it was obvious he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“I’m not your bitch.” Bakura snapped back.

Marik grabbed Bakura’s by his hips and pulled their bodies together.

“We can change that, you know.” he purred seductively in Bakura’s ear.

Bakura felt his face grow hot. He hated how Marik would say things that turned him on! Bakura
pulled away are glared.

“Fuck off” he hissed as he sat down at the table.

Yami walked into the kitchen and sniffed the air.

“Mmm, coffee” he smiled as he buttoned the last button of his shirt.

Yugi quickly got up and went to the cupboard to get Yami some coffee.

Yami sat down where Yugi had been sitting and started munching on the cereal.

“I hear you were corrupting my hikari last night.” he said to Bakura shrewdly.

Bakura rolled his eyes as he sipped his coffee.

“Fuck you, Yami. All we did was play a game and watched a movie.”

Marik grinned wickedly as he pulled Yami up out of the chair.

Marik wrapped his arms around Yami’s waist and pulled the former pharaoh into a heated kiss.

“How about we do some corrupting of our own?” he purred in the former pharaoh’s ear

 Bakura turned his head and made a sour face.

“Get a room for fucks’ sake.” he groaned as Marik and Yami groped each other out in the open.

Marik hoisted Yami up onto the counter and ignored Bakura’s request.

Bakura tried his best to keep his cool, but his patience was already wearing thin. He picked up
his coffee and walked into the livingroom.

Ryou was picking up soda cans and putting them in a paper bag. He was dressed in his favorite
blue and white striped t-shirt and white jeans.

“Morning, yami” he smiled as he cleaned the room.

“Whatever” Bakura grunted as he sat down on the couch. He lit up a cigarette and kicked his feet
up on the coffee table. Ryou had turned on Saturday morning cartoons, so Bakura tried to keep
his eyes on the television.

Malik walked in the room dressed in a sharp looking navy blue button up shirt. The sleeves were
rolled up to his elbows and the top 3 buttons were left open. He was wearing a new pair of tight
black jeans and black snake skin boots. The gold neck band, bracelets and earrings added the
finishing perfect touch to his outfit. His hair was pulled back neatly into a pony tail and he
smelled simply divine.

“Good morning, Bakura” Malik smiled as he finished buckling his belt.

Bakura made a face and crossed his arms. Ryou set the bag of can next to the sofa and sat next to
Bakura. He timidly reached over and tried to hold his yami’s hand, but Bakura was quick to pull
it away.

Ryou bit his lower lip and looked up at Malik.

“Malik? Can you do me a favor and take these cans into the kitchen?”

Malik leaned over and gave Ryou a quick peck on the cheek.

“Anything for you, Ryou.”

Once Malik was out of the room, Ryou turned to Bakura.

“I know you’re upset” he said softly.

Bakura rolled his eyes as he got up off the sofa and started walking away.

“Like you give a fuck” he mumbled.

Before Ryou could respond to Bakura’s remark, Marik walked in carrying a duffle bag. Yami
was right behind him. They both were fully dressed now.

“Say we get this show on the road?” he smirked as Yami’s hands wandered under Marik’s shirt.
Marik turned to Bakura and winked.

“Wear something sexy for me”

Bakura scrunched up his nose and glared as he walked away.

“You’ll be wearing my foot in your ass if don’t shut up” he growled as he went to his room to
get the things he needed for their day at the waterpark.

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A/N:

 Hey there everyone!!! I’ll respond to reviews after the next chapter, I’m a bit dead after staying
up until 3am to finish this chapter. I ‘d like to thank those of you who have left me reviews so
far, you know what I like! *grins*

This story is going to be quite different from my others, so I hope I’m not disappointing anyone.
Yes, there are lemons in the works! The pairings are going to evolve as this story goes on too.
I’ve got so many goodies in store for this fic, I can’t wait to get them posted! The next chapter
will be the trip to the waterpark, and just to warn you- Marik likes to be naked.......and his
influence is brushing off on a certain somebody! *snickers*