Kimi ga Iru

Kimi ga Iru

Summary: Marik’s visit! Yami bashing
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 ga Iru

Yugi glared at his empty plate of lasagna and wished he’d been awake for dinner. That way he could have gotten seconds. He was way too lazy and tired to go back downstairs and rustle up anymore grub so he just sat around in the dark, watching his window for something exciting.

Domino city could be so boring when possessed megalomaniacs weren’t trying to take over the world.

He had seen something interesting a while back though. The red lights had zoomed past his window followed by angry sirens and he’d leapt up to see what was going on. However, he’d been too late. He blamed it on a random car chase and would probably hear about it tomorrow.

He kicked his slippered feet idly and laid back on the bed, the sandman already inviting him into the dreaming. His thoughts drifted around to homework that was undone, the state of his laundry, what to do about school tomorrow, and what lies he could tell the teachers about his bruises.

It really sucked to get beat up by girls.

**

Marik grinned with satisfaction as he climbed the wall and peeked through the window. Just perfect! The little bastard’s asleep!

He pulled a wicked looking knife from his back pocket and began trying to jimmy the window open. Hopefully, there wouldn’t be any problems. If there were, he’d just slit a few throats, shack up here for the night, and chalk it up to another success.

The window popped open energetically and he slithered in, his low slung black jeans slipping down a bit.

Marik laughed to himself. Crack kills.

**

Yugi sat up when he heard the snap of his window opening. He rubbed his eyes and blinked slowly, his amethyst eyes taking on their wide, innocent look.

“Hello –”

Before he was even finished he felt something cold and metallic against his throat and all he could do was gulp as narrowed lavender eyes bored into his own.

“Scream and I won’t have a problem spilling your red blood all over this floor.”

Under normal circumstances, the hikari would have been scared out of his mind. Unfortunately, he was still very tired, so he was only half scared out of his mind. He breathed in and tried to lean back only to have the blade follow him.

“Marik!” he whispered. “What are you doing? The Millennium Rod isn’t here –”

“Shut up you little bitch!” the Egyptian growled, looking around suddenly. “Where’s the Pharaoh?”

Yugi frowned. “I could care less. He doesn’t sleep with me!” The hikari’s face grew dark and he muttered. “As much as he sleeps with everyone else, it’s a wonder he hasn’t tried!”

Marik took the knife off the boy’s neck, licking the little droplets of crimson off the blade. “Good. I don’t need a lecture right now.”

As if on cue, police cars and sirens passed the game shop again, causing Yugi to realize what was up.

So, he’s been out stealing with Bakura. So…where’s Bakura?

He looked the yami over as he paced in front of the only window in the room. He resembled a caged lion, ready to strike. The Egyptian’s clothes were disheveled and there was a wound on his left arm.

How’d he get injured? Yugi stood up and shuffled over, groaning as he felt pain in his back. He knew he should have gotten into bed properly.

“Marik…your arm is bleeding.” He reached out to touch the wound, gasping. “No…”

The yami snarled and pushed him away, pointing gin his face. “Stay the fuck away from me Midget!”

Yugi stood up with dignity and left the room before Marik realized what he was doing. He quickly returned though, noticing the boy was about to go into panic/survival mode. He noticed Marik was gripping his dagger strongly, He was probably thinking of ways to cut Yugi apart even as they stared at each other.

The window was still open and Marik back up to it. “I knew you’d go tell that prick!”

Yugi held up the first aid kit and raised an eyebrow. “Can you please stop bleeding on the floor? I know it’s hard wood but, I don’t feel like cleaning up after you.”

“Shut up you Bitch…” Marik watched Yugi come over to him and begin dressing the wound. He consented to the boy’s ministrations only because he figured he oculd get around better if he wasn’t injured. As Yugi dabbed the wound with alcohol he cursed.

“You Ra-damned cunt –”

Yugi tied the bandage extra tight, glaring at Marik. “I’m trying to be nice to you!”

The Egyptian sneered at him and looked away. “Finish.”

“I am finished you –you…” the tri-colored hair boy was out of mean words for today so he used an old back up. “You meanie.”

Marik snorted. “Only a hikari. You’re so pathetic.”

The boy took offense to this and set the kit aside. “So where’s Bakura? He leave you high and dry?”

Marik blinked at the youth. “High…and…dry? I’ve been drinking most of the night and I do not engage in drugs. I like having my wits about me when I go out committing ‘acts’.”

Yugi shook his head. “Where’s Bakura? You guys rip off some liquor store or a jewelry shop?”

The yami grinned sinisterly. “Actually…” He stopped himself. Blabbing to a goodie goodie like Yugi could put him in the slammer. “It’s none of your damned business Midget –”

Yugi growled. “Let’s get one thing straight Marik!” He was getting angry again. He’d taken enough abuse today. “Don’t you dare come into my home in the middle of the night and start calling me names just because you’re afraid to go to prison and get ass fucked by a big guy named Curly! It’s not my problem!” He felt tears in his eyes. “I have enough of my own!”

“Aw…is it that time of the month? Pharaoh’s pet feeling depressed –”

Yugi punched Marik right in the face. “I AM NOT HIS PET!”

The Egyptian was stunned, if not a little bit impressed. However, no one hit him and got away with it. “You’re in for it now…” He raised his blade again, preparing to give Yugi a permanent reminder of their time together when a knock came at the door.

“Aibou? Are you alright? I heard some yelling!”

Yugi was staring Marik down, ready to take anything he was ready to bring, well, staring him up. His gaze didn’t waver as he addressed the door.

“GO AWAY YAMI!”

It didn’t work. Yami persisted. “Aibou, please. Let’s talk! I know you’re upset about today –”

The short teen whirled on the door, taking his Time Wizard alarm clock and flinging it with all his power. It smashed into a million pieces.

“I SAID GO THE FUCK AWAY ATEMU!”

Yugi stood there, his chest heaving as he heard the foot steps retreat from his doorway. He sucked in breath after breath, trying not to lose it. He then turned back to Marik.

“Now, do you have anything else to say? Huh? I am not –” His voice wavered. “I don’t feel like taking your crap tonight Marik! So, you either explain yourself or you take your ass and go home!”

The Egyptian put his knife between his teeth and began to applaud softly. Yugi was slightly thrown off, but quickly remembered that Marik wasn’t exactly stable. He calmed himself the best he could and went over towards the door, doing his best to sweep the clock pieces up with his slipper.

Marik chuckled and closed the window. “That was great. Wish I had a camera.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Is this about that book of secrets you kept?”

Yugi snorted. “I see Bakura filled you in.”

“Not at all.” The bronzed yami made him self at home on the bed, sliding his knife back in its sheath. “Malik and I got to watch as Ryou beat the shit out of Bakura, screaming and cursing like a sailor.” He smiled, remembering how he couldn’t stop laughing. “Quite amusing.” He looked Yugi over. “So, you did get beat up.”

“No shit Sherlock.” When Yugi was done collecting the pieces to his satisfaction, he put them in the trash. He watched Marik relaxing on his bed and crossed his arms. “So?”

Marik shrugged. “Wished I’d’ve been there to see it, that’s all.”

“Why, so you could laugh and not help?”

“You know me so well! I’m touched!”

Yugi couldn’t help but grin. “Yeah, in the head.” He casually indicated the pouch at the yami’s waist. “So, you did rip someone off.”

“No!” Marik said indignantly. “A brick flew through a window and the voices in my head told me to…take what I saw.”

The hikari shook his head. “Why does that sound true?” He regarded Marik and sighed. “I don’t know why I’m doing this…but you can…stay here and hide out until tomorrow. Okay?”

The Egyptian smirked. I knew this doe eyed pussy would let me stay. It’s like taking candy from a baby.

“Thanks Midget.”

“No problem Psycho.”

“Hey!”

Yugi shoved him aside on the bed and reached for the pouch. “Lemme see –” He was immediately met with the tip of a blade under his chin.

“You got a death wish Bitch?”

Yugi sneered. “Kill me and you can visit the Shadow Realm for the rest of your afterlife.”

Marik narrowed his eyes, weighing the threat. If he killed Yugi, no doubt the Pharaoh would find out and come hunting him viciously. However, if he killed Yugi then snuck in and killed the Pharaoh…

The Pharaoh would know the instant the Midget died. Shit.

He lowered his knife and turned away, crossing his arms in a huff. “Bitch…”

“Save it for Anzu.” Yugi looked in the bag and was awed by all the shining rings and necklaces he found there. He dumped them on the bed and leaned over then, quite aware that it was now past three a.m.

Marik leaned back on his elbows and smiled as he watched the wide eyed hikari gush softly over the jewelry. It was nice to be appreciated. When Bakura came back with his loot, Ryou screamed at him like a Harpy Lady.

Yugi yawned and slowly swept the jewelry back in its bag. “You should have gotten more rings.”

“Says you. What the fuck do you know anyway?”

The little Mutou curled up on his side, watching Marik through sleepy eyes. “I know a lot more than people give me credit for.”

“I’ll bet.”

Yugi shook his head, the motion barely recognizable by sight and closed his eyes. He felt weight lift from the bed and yawned again.

“Fuck you Marik…” he muttered, drifting off.

Marik watched the youth fall asleep and shook his head. The hell I’m sticking around here with Happy Time Hikari. I’m out!

As Marik left through the window he gazed back at Yugi. “Stupid Chibi.”

*Yay! Marik is sooo cool!...I wanted him to stab Yugi to death though..or at least get really crazy and carve his name in Yugi’s chest….
*Oh well! Review!