Fate at Sea

Disclaimer: No, I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh …yet. /Warnings: slight Yaoi and a very un-Marik like Marik, or at least I think so, and a Ryou thats tougher then what most people do. but thats how i like him.



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Visitation



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Ryou fell to the floor and woke with a start. 7 a.m. about an hour of sleep then, not the best way to start the morning in his opinion, but there were always better things to do then sleep. He pulled himself up from his landing on the floor and grabbed some random cloths out of his green duffle bag, ending up with some gray cargo pants and a black T-shit, not a surprise since most of his cloths were T-shirts and cargo pants.



Rushing into the bathroom he quickly showered, brushed, and threw on the cloths checking the time before jumping into his shoes and heading out.



Ryou had heard before that his family, being the geniuses that they are, decided on the 7:30 breakfast and that everyone would meet there and check in with threat on long drawn on religious speeches about how important family is. So that’s where he would go, according to the ticket, Libra dining area. Winding through the halls and dodging people expertly, Ryou managed to make it there at 7:28, only to find that only about 3 people had managed to do the same, just the younger ones.



“Hey Ry, come sit here!” Only one person would call him that…Ryou turned toward the offence with slight surprise and even a little amusement.



“Aira, how in the world did you manage to get out of bed and here without falling over board?”



Aira just stood there with a blank expression, trying to think about his question.



“Why would I fall overboard?”



“Don’t worry about it.” Ryou sighed, relived and sat down across from his cousin. At least he didn’t seem remember anything of last night.



“Passengers, I would like to announce that we are now docking. Do not leave with out your ship pass. Enjoy your stay, we will disembark at approximately 7 p.m.”



“Oh neat, we’re early.” Ryou looked oddly at his cousin.



“Is that good?”



“Guess not. Whatever. Come on, lets get some food!”



Ryou was pulled up again and dragged over to the line for food, his cousin set on seeing Ryou eat something before he left. 20 minutes of waiting in a crowded line only got them some toast and a bunch of fruit seeing that everything else wasn’t cooked till at least 8, but it was something, so Aira couldn’t complain at all.



Ryou picked up a piece of fruit from their plate. It was whitish and round, but hollow in the middle. “So, what is this anyways?”



“No idea, but eat it anyways.” Aira picked another one, popping it into his mouth and glaring at Ryou till he did the same.



“If I’m allergic to this, you know you’ll burn in a very special hell for food poisoners and old people who where sheer lacy nightgowns to sleep and walk around the house in it.”



“Yeah, I know, I’ll save a seat for you. Now eat it.”



Ryou regarded the fruit oddly before eating it quickly and getting up from the table. “There, I ate it, now I’m going to get going.”



Aira rolled his eyes. “Oh joy, One mystery fruit thingy, how amazing. Where ya’ headed?”



“The ships landing in an hour or so, and I want to go check it out. We’ve never been to Okinawa.” He pointed out.



“Hmm, no we haven’t. So I guess we’ll both be heading down there. When are you going.?”



“Umm, probably around noon. You?”



“Oneish. Hey, want to meet? We can look around together!”



Ryou looked at his cousin, who was wearing a grin that embodied trouble.



“I don’t know…”



“Ryou.” Aira glared at his cousin.



“I mean, sure! When and where?” Ryou winced inside, wondering what he’d just signed up for.



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Bakura walked into his room late, or early, as it was almost 5 am, only to find the two blonds sleeping in bed; So entangled that even he had trouble choosing whose foot or arm was whose. After jumping in the shower he found Marik slightly more awake than a dead person while Malik continued to sleep deeply next to him.



“You just come in?” Bakura raised an eyebrow, surprised that the near passed out blond could actually make coherent sentences in his state.



“Yeah, had some things to look into but I’m back now.”



Marik yawned and plopped back down on the pillow. “That’s great; now get your ass into bed.”



All too happy with the request Bakura sat on the edge of the bed before moving next to Marik, dragging his hands up his body as he went. The great thing about tuning in late was catching Marik completely off guard, letting him take most of the control from him, for a while at least.



“Bakura stop that.” Marik growled as he tried to brush the hand away only to have it replaced just as quickly.



“No way. You’re too much fun when you’re all tired and defenseless.



The insult barely registered. “Defenseless what? We just got to bed, so go to sleep.” he turned his back to Bakura, hoping he would give up and go to sleep.



Instead Bakura leaned in close to his back, blowing heated air and brushing his lips against the bronzed skin as he spoke. “No, as I said this is more fun.” Marik’s growls became deep moans as the albino attacked his back and neck with licks and bites, leaving a trail of marks. In one last-ditch effort to get the quickly advancing albino off him, he tried to kick him, but missed completely, hitting Malik instead. The younger blond opened his eyes slowly, seeing the struggle between the two before putting on a creepy smile and joining up with Bakura for the night in his efforts against Marik.



The next morning the ships oversized and ear-shattering whistle woke Malik up quickly. His eyes franticly sped from one side of the room to the other before he realized the source of the noise and clamed own enough to pull him limbs away from the others, shower, and grab some cloths. Just as he pulled a white fitting shirt over his head he heard the beginning of Marik and Bakura waking up, seeing as the ear-shattering whistle did nothing, he was surprised that they were up at all so he walked out of the bathroom just to make sure.



“Are you two already up? And before noon too, that’s a first.” He looked at the clock; 11:23, close enough but still not noon, which was early for the two.



Marik, who had slumped back into bed, threw a pillow at him, but it landed several feet away from his feet.



“Yeah, nice aim. Don’t we have somewhere to be in like, 7 minuets?”



Bakura’s head snapped up to look at the clock. “Shit!!”



In the amazing time of 8 minuets, both Marik and Bakura were showered, dressed, and ready to head off the ship.



Malik got ahead of them and opened the door, only to be welcomed by Mai, who had reacted to late and ended up Knocking on Malik’s head instead of the door.



“Oh god, your awake. That saves me trouble.”



Malik rubbed his head. “What do you mean by that. You’re late too.”



“Am not.”



“Oh really then why are you just now getting to us?”



Bakura walked up behind Malik. “Pointing out your lies is always fun and all, but we’re really going to be late. In fact” he checked his watch. 12:02 “We already are. So really, can we get going already?”



“Hey I don’t have to be at your stupid meeting. I’m going shopping, so no I’m not late, and yes you can go.



With that, they all filed out of the ship in onto Okinawa.



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Time skip…Kaiba Corp Tower



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The doors of the elevator slip smoothly open, revealing the main office at the top of KaibaCorp Tower. Two black leather couches faced each other with a small glass coffee table between them. A large office desk sat in front of a wall of windows, giving a stunning view of the ocean. Two people waited in the room; A teen about 14 years old in a loose white polo shirt, a pair of jeans, and some sandals. At the desk was a severe looking person, about 19, typing on a sleek laptop.



“Oh, so you finally decided to show up, but we’re still missing someone. Hey Kaiba, where’s your dog?”



Kaiba didn’t stop typing. “Unlike some people, he called in saying that the ship was keeping him for a bit longer.”



Bakura, Marik, and Malik watched the exchange before stepping onto the wooden floors of the room.



Malik looked out at the beached before turning to the other. “So, are we going to start, or should we wait…”



“Why don’t you introduce each other.” Kaiba said, still typing away.



Bakura glared at him. “I already know everyone here.”



“Yes, but that’s just you.”



He sat down in the couch opposite of the teen, still glaring at Kaiba.



“Okay, well I’m Malik. The glaring one is Bakura. And this—”



“Marik.”



“I’m Aira, nice to meet you. So how’d you get dragged into this?”



Malik and Marik exchanged glanced before pointing to Bakura, who they had sat next to.



“It’s really his job, but we help sometimes. Or just come for fun. This is more fun. What about you?”



“Me?” Aira regarded Kaiba. “Cousins. He asked and here I am. The whole wedding thing kinda helped though.”



“That was fake. No one really got married. I bought the groom…and the bride.”



“Oh. But isn’t that Aunt—”



Kaiba stopped his typing. “It was supposed to look like her. She’s currently in New York, helping me with an errand that will take her time for the next three weeks.”



“And you couldn’t tell me this before I gave them that money gift, why?”



“This is more fun.”



Aira picked up a mint and flicked it at Kaiba, hitting him in arm.



“Ass.”



“Who is?” Everyone looked over to the open elevator. A tall blond walked into the room.



“Kaiba is.”



“Wow, they know you pretty well don’t they.”



Kaiba glared at him and shut his laptop.



“Well, your all here. So we’ll start by going over the plan then.”



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One long hour later…



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“Oh my god, we get it already!”



Going over the plan only took 10 or so minuets, so Bakura decided that they’d go over it again…and again, and again until even Marik thought that the drunk Karaoke was better then this.



Aira stood up and stretched, yawning. “Joey’s right, this is pointless now. We know our parts, and we’ll all study them. Lets get going; I have somewhere to be like 5 minuets ago.”



Bakura glared at him (he seems so do that a lot…) “No, I don’t think you know it well enough.”



“Fine then. Follow me, test me on the way, but I have somewhere to be and I don’t care about what you think. I only have to put up with you for a few more days, do you really think I care!”



the room fell into silence, even Joey was out of things to say then.



“That’s what I though.” Aira went over to the elevator, soon followed by Bakura who was taking him up on the offer to test him throughout the day.



Malik nudged Marik. “You think we should tell him that that’s only Ryou’s cousin?”



“Hmm…No.



Joey stared after the elevator. “So…what just happened?”



“Nothing Jo, don’t hurt yourself thinking about it.”



Marik and Malik got up and called the next elevator.



“Hey you two, keep a leash on Bakura will you. I can’t have him killing one of my few useful family members.”



“Yes, sir.” Malik laughed and stepped into the elevator to follow Bakura.



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And over with Ryou…



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After getting directions to the fountain where Aira wanted to meet, Ryou headed out to pick up a few items before they had to meet.



So here he was, with his bag of candles and some incense for a ritual he wanted to set up for the upcoming Midsummer(1), along with some creams for bug bites and such. He glanced at his watch, 1:08. Aira was late, but not by much, not that it mattered to Ryou much. He sat on the side of fountain, enjoying the breeze when someone grabbed his wrist. His opened his eyes calmly to see that it was a foreign man, about 30, grabbing him.



“Excuse me, could you let go?” he spoke in English to that he would be understood.



“Hey, ow’ are ya’ the man slurred.



Ryou moved back when the man leaned in, repulsed by the strong smell of alcohol.



“Ya’ know…no— no one speaks bad English. I meant good, good English”



“Yes, that nice. Now could you let—Ow!” Ryou winced as the man walked away, but forgot to release his arm, dragging him off the fountain and with him.



“I know someone ya’ shud speak too.” Ryou winced again as he was pulled more toward a side ally.



Realizing his circumstances, Ryou made a decision and pulled the mans arm around, forcing him to face him, and kicked him in the inner leg, effectively locking up the muscle and sending him to his knees, to Ryou’s height. He brought his elbow around and hit right in the man’s temple. The man crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Ryou heard someone run up behind him and spun around, kicking the target in the side, sending him to the ground next to the other man.



“Hey Ryou!”



Ryou stopped himself from attacking the person any further to turn to the voice.



“Aira?”



His cousin looked at the unconscious man and the other ‘attacker’.



“What did you do?”



“They attacked me.” Aira laughed.



“No, this one thought you were in trouble His names Bakura. Well that’s what he gets for playing hero, I told him not to.” He said matter-of-factly.



Ryou looked down at the second person; he was slightly taller then Ryou but had the same white hair.



“See, I get a new friend and you floor him.”



“I said sorry. People shouldn’t run up behind someone else when their escaping form someone else.”



“Yeah, I’m sure he’ll understand that.”



“I’m right here.” Bakura growled. He got up form the ground, looking over Ryou. For such a small frame, who’d of thought he could kick like that. He touched his side gently, which still sent a good amount of pain through his body, he almost felt bad for that other guy, almost.



“What happened here?”



Everyone looked over to see Marik, Malik, and Joey viewing the scene with amusement.



“Oh, jeez Kura, you didn’t try to harass Ryou already were you?”



Aira regarded the two. “You’ve met?”



Malik smiled. “Yep, watching drunk people sing. It was horrible.”



“Hey, why want I there Ryou?” Aira looked genuinely crushed.



“You got drunk and passed out. You don’t want to know what kind of lecture I went through to explain that one. Your mom thought I did it.”



Aira laughed. “Are you serious. Wow, they’re all morons. Not that that’s anything new.”



Ryou picked up his bag from where it fell.



“So what should we do now?”



Malik jumped up. “Lets go see the beach!”



Aira nodded in agreement along with Joey and Marik. Ryou followed in their example, going along with it.



Marik pulled Malik back, grinning madly. “Think we should tell Bakura yet?”



“I still say no. I mean he got floored. This is way too much fun.”



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