Danegold: The Viking Brother's Sequel

ChibiMisu here! Okay, here’s chapter 7! I have a few tests to study for so I had to post this as fast as I could, so I didn’t have time to check it over. Sorry, I’ll do it later. MarikxMalik lemon!! And there is a bonus story in this chapter! I got a lot of emails from reviewers wanting to see more of the Bolverk/Oddvar conflict. So I can up with a small little story about the opposing brothers. ^^

Enjoy!

(I suck at titles anymore… >_>)


Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh


Danegold: The Viking Brother’s Sequel


Chapter 7: A Meeting Is Called


Bakura’s Tent:


“Where’s Bakura?!” Demanded Ludmund as he twirled his sword between his fingers. The man looked ready to kill him if he couldn’t find Bakura. But Ryou didn’t know where he was! And why was Ludmund looking for Bakura? Usually he’s looking for Yami. “Answer me you little slut!” Duke moved to stand in front of Ryou, blocking him from Ludmund.

“What’s your deal with Bakura?” Duke demanded with his best glare.

“This doesn’t concern you, whelp! Get out of my way!”

“Answer my question!” Ludmund grabbed Duke by the arm and cast him roughly aside.

“Tell me where Bakura is!” Ryou looked up at him and trembled in fright.

“I-I-I don’t-know!” Ludmund didn’t believe him and raised his sword.

“I know you are lying!”

Ryou’s eyes widened in pure terror as the sunlight that peeked through the flap shone brightly on the blade. He heard Duke shout “no!” and watch him grab Ludmund’s sword arm. Ludmund tried to wrestle his hand away but Duke held on with all his might. Duke yelped when he felt Ludmund fist his hand in his pony tail and pulled. He unconsciously let go of Ludmund’s arm to reach his hair. Ludmund threw him to the ground roughly and then kicked him out of the way.

“Please stop!” Ryou pleaded. “I swear I don’t know where Bakura is! He didn’t come home all night! I swear I haven’t seen him! Please! Please believe me!!” This sent Ryou into a coughing fit and he doubled over. The coughs were ripping at his throat and making it harder to breath.

“Leave him alone! The poor boy is sick and he told you he doesn’t know where Bakura is!”

Ludmund looked down at Ryou and lowered his sword. Duke stayed where he was, afraid that if he moved, Ludmund would strike. The coughs that racked Ryou’s body finally ceased and he took in short gasps of air. He brought a hand to his throat and rubbed it as he looked up at Ludmund. He noticed that the Oddvar had lowered his sword but kept his glare. That was better than a sword, but it still chilled his blood. He then knelt on one knee in front of him, now at eye level. Ryou trembled as he saw the anger and determination in those blue eyes.

“I believe you. You’re just one of many he takes advantage of and then leaves.” Ryou blinked at him in confusion. One minute the man was ready to kill him, and now he was agreeing with him. “I’m on a hunt for Bakura, and I will find him before the day is out. That I can assure you. And if he comes back, tell him Ludmund Oddvar is looking for him.” And with that, Ludmund sheathed his sword and stormed out of the tent. Duke ran to the flap to make sure he was leaving before running to Ryou.

“Ryou! Are you alright?!” Ryou nodded and rubbed at his aching throat.

“I just…I just got…worked up is all.” Ryou told him a scratchy voice. “How are you?” Duke rubbed the base of his pony tail.

“Oh, I’m alright. I’ve had worse. But I wonder why he was looking for Bakura? He must have did something pretty awful to get that Oddvar in a tizzy like that!” Ryou nodded.

“I don’t doubt it…and thanks for trying to protect me.” Duke hugged him.

“What are friends for, Ryou? I’d go find Yami, but I don’t want to leave you alone. He might come back.” Ryou held him back, burying his face into his shoulder.

“Don’t leave me…I’m scared!”

“Okay, I’ll stay with you.”


King Olaf’s Tent:


The Oddvar brothers had quickly called an emergency meeting with king after the rape incident. Yami, Marik, and Seto were called right away, but not told of what the meeting was about. Seto tried to figure out if it was good or bad due to the expressions on King Olaf’s face. But the king had a strait poker face, so Seto couldn’t read him. The Oddvar brothers then walked into the tent, one behind the other, each with a look of pure hatred and anger. They took their seats opposite of the Bolverks, and glared at them.

“What is this all about?” Asked Yami in a calm voice, trying to keep his temper in check. King Olaf answered.

“Well, the Oddvar’s called this meeting to discuss a matter that happened earlier today involving your brother, Bakura.” Their eyes perked up at the sound of Bakura’s name.

“Bakura?” Yami repeated. “What’s happened?” King Olaf jerked his head towards the Oddvar family.

“This is their matter to explain.” Ludmund cleared his throat and looked strait at Yami.

“I know your mother died while you all were young, and your father was a powerful drunk. Now I know where Bakura gets it from. That IS how you, Marik, and your little brother were conceived, yes?” Before Marik could lunge at him, Yami quickly threw his arm out to block him.

“What is this relevant to, Ludmund?”

“The despicable acts of your lusty brother!” Said Mikkel, slamming his hands on the table. “Your baby brother just raped and beat my precious little sister, Dahlia!” Yami and Marik exchanged shock looks and Seto paled slightly. “She came running to me with bruises all over her and crying hysterically! She said it was Bakura who violated her, and we believe it, giving the various rendezvous’ of your brother!”

“Bakura would go no where NEAR an Oddvar! Much less their women!” Marik countered. “She must have him mistaken for someone else!”

“Bullshit!” Shouted Mikkel. “She said he had long white hair, and the only person I know with that color is your fucking brother!”

“When we get our hands on him,” Cadby started “You’re not going to have much of a brother left!” Yami took a stand then.

“You keep your hands away from my brother!”

“Who’s going to stop us?!” Question Denby sarcastically.

“I am!” Roared King Olaf from the head of the table. “I have something to say. For one, there is to be no more violence among your families. Killing Bakura will not avenge anything, Ludmund! You should know that. If he did rape your sister, then he will be punished by my law, and my law alone! The rape of a noble Viking woman is much more severe than a measly peasant. However, I need full proof that he did in fact rape her.”

“Isn’t her word enough?!” Questioned Mikkel. “She was there!”

“Silence! I said I want full evidence of this case, and I am appointed Seto to the job.” They all looked at Seto who was surprised, but kept his calm exterior. He bowed to the king.

“I thank you for the privilege, my lord.”

“Seto I know won’t lie to me, nor will he try to weasel his way around it. He’s a brilliant tactician which should make this case easy for him. But all this is to be settled between both families! We need to hear Bakura’s side before we move any further.”

“We can’t even find the little bastard!” Said Cadby. “That proves that he did it! He’s in hiding right now!” A guard suddenly rushed in.

“My lord! We found Bakur-“ Bakura burst through the flap, pushing the guard out of the way. He had a furious look on his face and slammed his hands on the table.

“I did not rape Dahlia Oddvar!”

“Well, well, well, look who it is!” Said Denby with disdain.

“Stop right there!” Ordered the king. “As I said before, we have to hear Bakura’s side of the story. Go ahead, Bakura.” Olaf said and waved his hand for him to continue. Bakura bowed.

“Thank you, your highness. As I said, I did NOT rape your little sister! I saw her this morning wondering around the camp grounds looking for breakfast. She was alone, as I noticed, which is unusual since the five of you take such good care of her. But she came up to me, asking if I had seen Sveyn, which I don’t here right now, who she said is her main guardian.”

“And you just left a young girl like my sister alone!?” Asked Mikkel with a growl.

“Of course!” Bakura answered. “I was protecting myself! With how touchy all of you are, I knew you’d try to turn it around into something bad, even if I was just escorting her safely back to her tent! I didn’t want to start any more trouble between the families! Besides, I would NEVER want to mix myself with an Oddvar!” Mikkel shot up from his chair and slammed his fists down on the table.

“And we don’t want to mix with a Bolverk!”

“A likely story!” Shouted Cadby. “Bakura’s known for his drunken ways as everyone knows! Our dear sister wouldn’t lie about a THING!” Bakura growled and glared at Cadby.

“I did NOT touch your fucking sister! She’s way to young for me!? What is she?! 12? 13?!”

“16 you asshole!”

“See! I’m much older than her! I don’t go for young kids, I still have morals!”

“But everything changes when one is drunk.” Said Ludmund. “Whether you did or did not know what you were doing doesn’t change a thing.” Ludmund stood up from his chair. “We are done here, for now. My brothers are too upset over this and our little sister needs our comfort right now. Lets go, everyone.” The Oddvar brothers got up to follow Ludmund, but not before glaring at each of the Bolverks. The Bolverk brothers glared right back.

“Well, this is quite a fix you’ve gotten yourself into, Bakura.” Said King Olaf with a sigh. “Yami, you know damn well, that should Bakura be found innocent, which I myself believe he is, the Oddvar’s will not see it so. They will blame Bakura no matter what, so watch your backs.” Yami nodded and folded his arms on the table.

“I understand, sire. And I thank you for believing my brother to be innocent, as do I.”

“Very well then, you are all dismissed.” He said with a wave of his hand. “And you are to report to me if anything drastic should happen, agreed?”

“I shall be the messenger if anything comes up.” Said Seto as he bowed to the king. “Good day, your highness.” The group exited the King’s tent and turned to Yami. “We need to discuss this more, Yami.”

“Yes, I agree.” He turned to his brothers. “Marik, walk Bakura back and let him remain with you in your tent until we are done talking. We’ll be in mine.”

“Sure, lets go Bakura.”

Marik said and motioned his brother to follow him. Yami and Seto walked in silence to his tent, both in deep thought. When they got to Yami’s tent, they found Yugi inside playing ball with Annar and Keith. Annar ran up to Yami when he saw him and hugged his legs. Yami bent down to ruffle his son’s hair before turning to Yugi and Keith.

“Seto and I have important business to discuss and need to be alone. Keith, take them to Bakura’s tent while we talk. I’m sure Ryou would like some company.” Yugi looked at his husband with concern.

“Is something wrong, Yami?”

“I’ll explain later, now go with Keith.” Yugi nodded silently and picked up Annar, waiting for Keith to lead the way. He gave Yami a quick kiss on the cheek before following Keith out the flap. Seto rest against the edge of Yami’s desk and crossed his arms. Yami grabbed some blank paper and brought it over to his desk, taking a seat. Seto looked down over his shoulder at his him, a serious look on his face.

“Do you think he really did it, Yami, and just doesn’t remember?” Yami rest his left cheek on his fist.

“I really don’t know, Seto. It is possible…given we all know how Bakura is when drunk. But for some reason, I have this feeling that he is innocent. Problem is, how are we going to prove it to the Oddvar’s?”

“We have the king on our side which will help us a lot.” Seto placed his fingers under his chin and stroked it in thought. “I wonder….” Yami blinked up at him.

“Have you an idea?”

“I’m trying to piece this whole thing together bit by bit. Now, if this happened this morning, and Dahlia said that it WAS him, and he was drunk…” He looked down at Yami. “Then he would still be showing signs of a drunkard, right?” Yami’s eyes widened and he dropped his quill.

“That’s right! That proves that she is lying!” Yami grinned from ear to ear. “Seto, you’re a genius!” Seto smirked and twiddled with his finger nail.

“Tell me something I don’t already know, Yami. But now that we know she is lying, we have to try and figure out WHY she chose to frame Bakura. If I was her, I’d frame Marik.” Yami thought.

“Hm…maybe it had something to do with them talking this morning?” Seto raised and eyebrow. “Bakura said she came up to him and he left her alone, refusing to escort her back to the tent. Maybe it was because of that incident earlier that the first name that came to mind was Bakura. And who better to frame than a Bolverk member.”

“Write all this down.” Yami nodded and set to writing while Seto pondered some more. Another thought suddenly struck him, and he wondered why he hadn’t picked up on it before. “Wait, what did you notice different about the Oddvar’s today at the king’s tent?” Yami looked up at him and quirked an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?”

“There was one missing. Sveyn Oddvar was not present with his brothers. Where was he?”

“Good question…hm…maybe he’s out on a hunt. I got word that a few men were gathering up people to start hunting parties. Maybe he’s with one of the groups.” Seto nodded.

“That’s possible, but if we wish to ask him, he wouldn’t tell us a thing. We need to figure all this out by ourselves. We need witnesses, which I’m sure there are plenty of. Lets just hope that they are not biased to the Oddvar’s. And we have to think of Bakura, too. Bakura is not very much liked among other Vikings. For the most part, I’d say they are only nice to Bakura because of you and Marik. Your baby brother has made MANY enemies and saves himself by hiding behind you. When this gets out, people with flock to the Oddvar side, just to get at Bakura. The odds are against him.” Yami sighed and buried his face in his hands.

“This is all to much…I can’t protect Bakura this time. Ludmund and his brothers, like Olaf said, will never let his go. I can support him, but Ludmund is just as powerful as I am, and he doesn’t fear me like other lords.”

“Right, you can’t use your scare tactics or power on Ludmund. I think he knows that too, and he will attack Bakura. Bakura always got away with so much because you were his brother. I wonder how he’ll react knowing you can’t bail him out?” Yami slammed his head on his desk. “Look on the bright side, maybe Bakura will learn from this.”

“I hope so…do you have any more ideas? Please say yes.”

“Just one.” Yami lifted his head.

“Do tell.”

“We need someone to sniff around the grounds while we go about our business. Duke did a fine job in stealing those herbs for Ryou, and he’ll do well as a spy for us.”

“You let him steal?” Seto uncrossed his arms and rest his hands on the edge of the desk.

“It was the only way to save you money and help Ryou. I fail to see the downside for my actions.” Yami shrugged his shoulders.

“Because you saved me money, I’ll let it slide. But as for this undercover thing, I’m for it. It’ll give Duke something to do.

“Then I’ll get him started. Are you going to tell Yugi?” Yami nodded and stood up from his chair. He rolled up the paper and put it in a trunk with all the others.

“I’ll talk to you later then, Seto.” Seto nodded.

“We’ll get through this, Yami. It may take awhile, but we will. We always do.”

Later than evening, in Marik’s tent:


“That’s awful about Bakura.” Malik said from the bed, watching his husband pace back and forth. “And I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this angry and upset before. Except maybe when Bakura was…you know.” Marik had his hands folded behind his back and kept his head bowed.

“I still can’t believe this is happening. I know for a fact Bakura was framed! He wouldn’t rape Dahlia!”

“But didn’t you say that she was flirting with the both of you the other day?” Marik nodded, still pacing.

“Yeah, she was coming onto US! Bakura openly flirted with her, but that’s all. He thought about fooling around, but I managed to talk some sense into him. And he didn’t show any signs of being drunk at the meeting today. Something is up, and we need to find out. I hope Duke can dig up some dirt on this whole thing.”

“But Marik, if you said she and Bakura were flirting, and if people saw, some might step forward and say that, then the Oddvar’s can use it as evidence.”

“Yes, but we should have some in our favor who will say it was SHE who approached first.”

“But the Oddvar’s wouldn’t believe that about their baby sister. I have a feeling they are going to blame Bakura for this no matter what.”

“I know that…and it makes me all the more angry!” Malik patted the spot next to him.

“Here honey, come sit down before you hurt yourself.” Marik plopped himself down and crossed his arms angrily. Malik, sensing his anger and frustration, started to massage his shoulders. “Just relax, husband.” Marik relaxed his shoulders slightly with a sigh.

“I can’t relax, knowing the trouble Bakura is going through. And poor Ryou had to face the wrath of an angry Ludmund. Good thing Duke was there to protect him. Mm….little lower…”

“But Ryou came out fine, thank God. He was just angry over his sister. Any caring sibling would do the same. Just as long as he wasn’t hurt.” Marik nodded and tensed up again.

“I just feel so bad for Bakura. I know he is innocent, but this is going to be held over his head for the rest of his life. With the way that girl was flirting, she had to have picked up the interest of other men. It could have been anybody. It’s not fair!” Marik growled out. Malik slid his hands around his husband’s neck and nuzzled the spot behind his right ear.

“You want to vent some anger, honey?” Marik suddenly stood up, catching Malik of guard. “Marik…?”

“Put your clothes on and lets go for a walk in the woods.” He said and strapped on his battle axe. Malik got up and slipped his shirt on, then his pants.

“Aren’t you going to wear a shirt? It’s a bit chilly out tonight.” Marik looked over his shoulder at him.

“You know I don’t get cold, but I don’t want you getting sick, so wear your cloak.”

Malik slipped his boots on and grabbed his cloak, wrapping it around himself. He took Marik’s hand as his husband led the way into the woods behind their tent. Malik knew when Marik was tense or angry just by his silence and his grip. Usually, he makes sure his strength is kept in check, in fear of hurting Malik. But he was squeezing his hand as they strolled through the trees and Malik didn’t want to say anything. He knew Marik was going to take his anger and frustrations out on him, but he was well prepared.

“We haven’t done it in the woods for awhile, Marik.”

“I know, that’s why I wanted to come out here. We don’t want to wake up the whole camp now, do we?” Malik grinned.

“I’m guessing you’re not going to go easy on me?” Marik tore his cloak off and laid it on the ground.

“You said I could vent, and you know how horny I get when you give me a massage!” Malik smirked and flopped himself onto the cloak, laying on his back. He spread his legs invitingly and when he laid back, his pale blonde hair spread out over the dark fabric. He knew how much Marik liked that. Marik stood over him in a domineering manner, battle axe still strapped to his back. Malik wondered for a second when he planned to remove that weapon. “Strip.”

“What?”

“Strip. How much more clear can that be?” Malik narrowed his eyes.

“Don’t get cute with me.”

Malik actually felt a twinge of fear as he looked up at his husband. Marik had that look in his eyes like he did in battle. But that bit of fear was quickly overcome with wanton lust at the exotic picture Marik made. The moon just gave him a godlike aurora, or with the way he was carrying himself now, a war god. Malik swallowed and a bright flush tinted his cheeks as he undid the tie of his tunic. With shaky hands, he slid the garment down his lithe body, pooling at his feet. Marik licked his lips hungrily, making Malik whimper with want as he tried to toe off his boots. When finally succeeding with them, he slid off his pants and kicked them playfully at Marik.

To his surprise, he found himself pushed against Marik’s strong, warm chest. Marik’s arm circled his waist easily, holding him tight. Malik blushed, feeling safe and afraid at the same time. Marik was going to be a beast tonight, he knew it.

“You’re so warm.” Malik said with a moan.

Marik pulled away from him gently, taking off his pants. He kept the battle axe strapped onto his back which added more weight onto Malik. Marik was heavy enough as it is, but with that heavy weapon, Malik felt like he was being crushed. Malik’s arms came up around his neck and pulled his head down to his own. Marik kissed him long and hard, meeting Malik’s tongue with his own. Malik writhed and moaned under him, sliding his thigh teasingly along Marik’s growing erection.


Marik was fuming with anger and frustration over his brother; and taking it out on Malik. He knew he was doing it, but he couldn’t stop himself. Before Malik, he would probably drink himself to sleep if he was feeling this way. But now, Malik was his only outlet, not to mention his favorite. Malik wasn’t complaining about the rough treatment, though. He licked his way down Malik’s neck, then up again, then repeated the same treatment. Malik purred and continued running his hands along Marik's back, but avoiding the heavy weapon.

“Will you take this blasted thing off!” Marik bit down on his shoulder blade, making Malik yelp and shudder with delight.

“It’s staying.”

“What for?”

“Because I want it too. Now hush.” Malik pouted at the last words Marik said. It wasn’t HARSH, but it wasn’t playful either. But he ignored it, concentrating on pleasing Marik. He brought his lips to Marik’s shoulder and nipped at an old scar there. He felt Marik shudder and his weight on him lessen. He looked up in slight confusion but smiled when he saw Marik was freeing his arousal from his pants. Marik’s calloused hands gripped his sides almost painfully and flipped him over onto his belly.

“Wha-Marik?”

“Sorry, but I’m in no mood for romancing and teasing. You’re welcomed to be angry at me later.” Malik knew that Marik needed to let out a little steam, but he didn’t think he was going to be rough about it! Malik was looking at it more erotically, but Marik seemed to have a different idea. When he felt Marik’s hands grip his hips and a swollen member at his entrance, he fisted his hands in the black cloak. He was prepared for Marik’s rough love making, and when his husband forced himself inside, it took all his willpower not to cry out loudly. Instead, he managed a whimper and bit his lip, drawing blood as he did.

Marik tightened his hold on Malik’s hips and started a sharp, jerky rhythm. He immediately found Malik’s pleasure spot and shoved against it roughly. Malik cried out and tightened his hold on the fabric, trying to anchor himself. Marik’s thrusts were no where near as pleasurable as they usually were, and he was used to rough sex. But for some reason, these were more violent than usual. And he knew why.

“Slow…down…Marik!” Malik managed to get out through clenched teeth. Marik’s thrusts made his body burn with pain as he kept his current pace. His wild movements were rocking his whole body forward, despite the fact that he was gripping onto the cloak and ground for dear life. Something must have torn his insides because Marik’s member was sliding in rather easily then before, no doubt his blood acting as lubricant.

He let out a frightened cry as Marik pulled out and flipped him over onto his back. Marik gripped his thighs and lifted them up, securing his ankles on his shoulders. Without warning, he thrust himself back inside Malik, tearing a short scream from his throat. Malik could only cling to Marik’s body as it laid its full weight on top of him, slamming into him like before. Malik cried out with each agonizing thrust and dug his nails into the hard muscles of Marik’s back. He held back his tears as Marik continued his onslaught, grunting in his ear like an animal. The only thing he could do was just cling to Marik and let him ride out his frustration.

Malik had lost track of time by the time Marik ejaculated into him, signaling the end of his pain. Marik fell on top of him, his weight pushing him into the soft soil beneath the cloak. Both were breathing heavily, Malik from the relief of pain and Marik from his actions. Malik whimpered when Marik pulled out of him, sending a single, sharp pain up his spine.

“I got a little carried away…I’m sorry, Malik.” Malik forced a smile.

“No, it’s okay, Marik, I’m fine. I know you are upset about this whole thing with Bakura.” Marik growled at the mention of it. “How are you feeling now?”

“A little better.” He replied. “I know I hurt you, and I’m sorry, but…you egged me on, you little wench.” Malik forced another smile and rest his head back against the fabric, his eyelids lazy with exhaustion.

“I’m sorry…but I wanted you to feel better…everyone needs to vent from time to time.” Marik nodded and reached for Malik’s pile of clothes.

“Get dressed so we can head back to the tent, and after that, find someone to fetch me some ale. I’m going to need it.”

Malik sat up but kept his head lowered, trying to hide his pain. Marik just stood above him with his muscled back facing him as he dressed. His body was aching with pain from their previous engagement but he kept his whimpers low and under his breath. He would be walking crooked tomorrow, but in a way, it was worth it to see Marik calmed. And Marik carried him back to camp while whispering apologies into his ear. With those few little words and light kisses, Malik forgot his pain and just snuggled up into Marik, letting his eyes slid shut in sleep.
End chapter 7
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Bonus Story: A Day at the Festival Yami: 11 Marik: 7 Bakura 4

Yami’s room:


“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Came a loud cry as a sleeping Yami jerked awake and bounced off the bed. He landed on the floor with a loud “oof”.

“WHAT THE HELL!?” he shouted in outrage as he peeked over from the side of the bed, and into a large pair of brown doe eyes, then a pair of large violet eyes. “You little imps!” Yami cursed at them. Both boys grinned stupidly.

“It’s time for the festival, Yami!” Marik said “Mother said to come and wake you up so you can take us!” Yami’s jaw dropped to the bed.

“And what of mother and father?! Why can’t THEY take you?! I have friends to meet!”

“They’re not going.” Bakura said. “Daddy says mommy is sick again and needs to rest. So you have to take us! So there!” He stuck his tongue out at Yami who glared at him.

“Brat…” Marik jumped off the bed.

“Hurry up brother! We’re already dressed and ready to go! Oh, and cousin Keith is coming with us too. His mother dropped his off and father says you have to take him, too.” Yami grit his teeth. He didn’t’ mind Keith since he was only two years younger than him, but that did add one more person.

“What the hell do they take me for?! A cattle herder?!” Bakura jumped off the bed to join Marik.

“Hurry up and get dressed, Yami! Father will be very mad if he finds you aren’t down soon!” Both boys giggled and ran out of his room, leaving Yami to sulk and whine over his misfortune as he got dressed.


At the festival…


Yami sighed inwardly as he held Marik’s harness rope in one hand and Bakura’s hand in the other. Keith walked behind him, silent as usual. Yami had just passed his friends a few ways back, telling them he couldn’t hang because he was responsible for his brothers and cousin. They were all having fun going shopping, playing games, sword fighting… and he was stuck with these brats!

“Yami, I’m hungry!” Marik whined, tugging on Yami’s green bell sleeve. Yami pulled it out of his grasp.

“You just had a loaf of bread!” Marik pouted and pulled on his brother’s arm.

“But I’m hungry again!” Bakura smiled and started mimicking Marik, pulling on Yami’s other arm.

“I’m hungry too, big brother!” Yami lulled his head back and groaned.

“Why must the gods torment me?! Fine! I’ll feed you as long as it just shuts you both up!” He turned to look at his cousin. “You hungry too?”

“Nah, I had a big breakfast. I’ll wait for you by the weapon table.” Keith said and walked away from them.

“I want lamb!” Marik said.

“I want game!” Yami formed a tension knot on his forehead.

“I WANT YOU BOTH TO SHUT UP!” He shouted in frustration and drug his brothers over to the nearest meat stand. “One lamb and one game! NOW!” Marik peeked his nose over the wooden counter and Bakura tried to do the same, but he couldn’t reach. You could only see the tips of his fingers flexing to grab the wood. The man went right to preparing the meat as ordered.

“Hey there, Yami!” A girl his age named Asvora was working with her father at the booth. “I thought you would be with the others?” She had dirty blonde hair and freckles, and deep blue eyes. Yami turned on his flirting charms.

“Yeah well, I’m stuck babysitting the brats.” She giggled.

“I’m assuming you mean your adorable little brothers!” Yami rolled his eyes.

“Trolls fit them better.”

While Yami was flirting, he didn’t notice that Marik’s harness rope, which was wrapped loosely on his belt, slipped off. Marik saw this and, realizing his freedom, snuck away from Yami. Bakura, staring to get bored, caught sight of a small stray dog. He hurried away from his brother to follow the dog.


Marik undid the knot around his waist and left the rope on the ground as he ran freely through the festival grounds. There was so much to do, he didn’t know what to do first! He spotted an apple barrel, and the owner no where in sight. Quickly, he held out the bottom half of his tunic and gathered a bunch of apples. Then he climbed up the tent post and hid behind the peak. He peeked out over it and spotted his first victim. He took an apple and threw it at a man, hitting him square in the head. The man yelped and held his head, looking around for the source of the apple. Marik giggled evilly and hid behind the tent peak again. He looked out over again and threw two apples this time, one at a young girl and the other at a Shepard. He continued this until he got bored and ate the last apple before jumping off the tent.

He wondered along the grounds, looking for something else to do. He grinned when he saw a chicken coop, and once again, no owner in sight. He hurried around to the back and opened the little door to the coop. Inside were about a dozen hens, all making, well, chicken noises. Marik grinned and grabbed one of the chickens by the tail feathers. The chicken squawked loudly and flapped it’s wings in an attempt to escape. The other chickens flapped and jumped around at the sudden action.

“I want an egg, chicken! Lay me an egg!” When the hen didn’t lay an egg, and continued squawking, Marik started to shake it up and down. “I want an egg! Lay me an egg you dumb chicken!!” Marik threw the chicken to the ground and grabbed another one. “You lay me an egg!” The chicken just struggled and squawked. “Damn chicken! Maybe if I squeeze it…” Marik held the chicken out and started to squeeze “Lay me an egg to bring home to mother!” He squeezed the chicken too hard and shrieked when he heard a loud “SNAP”.

Marik tossed it to the side and looked around the coop for any eggs. He spotted some and took one from the nest. Suddenly, an angry chicken flew at his face. Marik ducked but the chicken flapped over his head and started attacking him. Marik hit the bird away and tossed the egg at it, hitting it square in the head. Suddenly, he noticed all the chickens gathered together and started to come slowly at him, wigs fanned out in attack. He backed up slowly, his hands up in defense.

“Nice chickens….! Pretty chickens…! I don’t eat you! Or eggs!!”

Meanwhile, outside the coop…

“Oh yes sir! We have some fine egg laying hens!” Said an old farmer as he led a customer to the coop. “Or if you wish to eat them, they are plump enough for a full meal!” The old Viking warrior nodded.

“I’ll take two of your chickens.” Marik suddenly burst out of the chicken coop, being followed by all the chickens bucking loudly and angrily. “What the hell-?!”

“MY CHICKENS!!”

“I’M SORRY MISTER!!!”


Back at the meat table…


“By Odin’s blood, where the hell did they run off to?!” Yami growled angrily as he looked around the crowded area.

“They could be anywhere by now!” Keith said and scanned the crowd with him.

“My parents are going to KILL me if I lost them!” Yami started to worry. “What if something happened to them!? Marik gets into all kinds of trouble but Bakura is too small and too trusting! What if he wondered off with a stranger?!”

“Relax Yami! Getting all worked up isn’t going to help get them back! Lets try over by the games!”

Bakura skipped along the fair grounds happily, humming a song his mother liked to sing to him. He had a small bouquet of pink flowers in his hands to give to her. He begged the flower girl with big eyes to give him some for free.

“These will make mommy feel all better!”

“Hey look! It’s baby Bakura!” Bakura looked up from admiring the flowers and glared around for the source of the words, his lips out in an angry pug.

“Who said that?!”

“We did!” Came the sound of two voices this time in unison! Bakura saw in front of him the two Oddvar twins who were his age but slightly bigger in height and body.

“What do you two cocksuckers want?!” He had heard his father say that one night to some of his men in his drunken state. And he remembered how mad and offended the men got.

“Those are some pretty flowers you got there!” Said Denby, pointing to them. Bakura held them away from him.

“They are my flowers for my mommy!” The twins started to circle him and Bakura felt his knees start to shake a bit. He didn’t have Yami or Marik around to hide behind.

“I think my mommy would like them better!” Said Cadby.

“Yeah! So hand them over!” Bakura stomped his foot.

“No! They are for my poor mommy who is sick! They will make her feel better!” Denby reached out and grabbed the flowers, but Bakura wouldn’t let them go. “Let them go you bastard!” Cadby grabbed Bakura’s shoulder length white hair and yanked it hard, making the boy cry out and release the flowers. Denby threw the flowers to the ground and stomped on them, crushing each and every one.

“Now they are dead flowers!” he said with a laugh and his brother joined in.

Bakura looked at the crush flowers and glared at Denby, then charged at him, knocking him to the ground. He sat on the boys chest and started punching him but Cadby grabbed him by his hair again and ripped him away. Denby got up rammed his head into Bakura’s stomach, making the boy fall back to the ground. When Cadby’s hand came down to hit him, Bakura grabbed it and bit down hard. Cadby let out a scream and tore his arm away. Denby hit Bakura on the head with his fist.

“Don’t you bite my brother!” Denby kicked dirt at him and Cadby kicked him back onto the ground. Bakura hit the ground on his side and let out a hiss of pain.

“Lets make him cry, Denby!” Said Cadby as he picked up a stick. Denby bent down to pick one up too.

“Yeah! Make him cry like a little girl!”

Bakura scrambled to his feet and took off in a run, as fast as his chubby little legs would carry him. The twins followed him with their sticks, shouting insults at him. He started to cry when he realized he couldn’t find his big brother or Marik, or even cousin Keith! He turned around a corner of a tent and hid behind a barrel, listening as their footsteps ran pass him. He then started running again along the tents and tables, looking for his family. His tear filled eyes made it hard for him to see and he wiped at them with his sleeve.

“BAKURA?! BAKURA, WHERE ARE YOU!?” That was Yami! His eyes widened as he caught sight of Yami and Keith looking for him. He shouted out Yami’s name, which caught the attention of the Oddvar twins and they cut through the tables.

“There he is! Lets get him!”


“Yami, I see Bakura!” Said Keith and Yami nodded, seeing his brother too. He noticed Bakura was crying as he ran to him, his arms outstretched in a pleading manner. Yami bent down and scooped him up in his arms.

“What did I tell you about running off!? What happened to you?” He asked and noticed Bakura’s dirtied clothes and ruffled hair.

“Oddvar twins!” Sobbed Bakura as he hid his face in Yami’s shoulder, tightening his arms around his brother’s neck. The Oddvar twins stopped dead in their tracks as they saw the evil glares of Yami and Keith. They quickly turned on their heels and ran away, throwing their sticks to the ground.

“What did they do to you?” Bakura sniffled and rubbed his eyes.

“They called me a baby, and pulled my hair, and hit me on the head, and stepped on the flowers I got for mommy!”

“I’ll kick their asses for you, Bakura. I could step on those little brats!”

“Beat them up, Yami!” Bakura commanded and started sucking on his brother’s tunic collar, something he did when he was upset or nervous. Or very angry. The squawking of chickens and the surprised gasps of bystanders caught his attention. “I think we’ve found him.” Marik came running down the way, covered in feathers, and a flock of chickens behind him.

“We should have known.” Said Keith as they watched Marik run around, batting at the few chickens who flew at him. “Maybe they’ll pick him up and take him far, far away.” Yami scoffed

“Only in my dreams.” Marik ran to Yami and hid behind him.

“Help me! Help me!” Yami, Keith, and even Bakura smacked, blocked, and kicked the swarm of chickens. They managed to scare them off and figured they let the owner worry about them. Yami turned around and glared down at Marik, who spat some feathers from his mouth.

“What do you have to say for yourself?!” Marik hung his head.

“Sorry.” Yami just sighed and rolled his eyes, placing Bakura on the ground next to Marik.

“What am I going to do with you two?”

“YAMI!” All four boys were startled by the sound of Yami’s name called so suddenly. But when they saw who it came from, they all glared. It was Ludmund Oddvar with his brothers, Mikkel and Sveyn, and the two twins. “I heard you were trying to scare my baby brothers!” Yami glared and made a fist at his enemy.

“They picked on my baby brother first!” Bakura moved to hide behind Yami’s leg and peek out from the side, sticking his tongue out at the twins.

“My baby brothers never do anything wrong! You’re just looking for a way to scare little kids!”

“And my baby brother doesn’t lie! If he says they started it, then they did! Your brothers are bothersome little brats!” Ludmund glared.

“You’re one to talk! Your brothers are the biggest trouble makers around!” Marik coughed out more feathers at that and Yami felt a tension headache coming on. He was too young for these kinds of headaches…

“Don’t talk about my brothers that way when yours are the same, you hypocrite!”

“What did you call me?!”

“If you don’t know what that means, then this just proves that all Oddvars are stupid wastes of skin!”

“That does it! Fight me now, Bolverk scum! You will take back all you said about us!”

“You’re on!” The two eldest brothers jumped at each other, falling to the ground and started throwing punches. Marik, unable to resist a fight, pounced on Sveyn, tackling him to the ground. Sveyn went after Keith, who engaged in the fighting also. The twins and Bakura just glared at one another, not moving. The other six boys continued on with their fighting, until the brawl was broken up by various men. Some day at the fair…


Bolverk castle…

Lord Bolverk sat on his throne atop the dais, swirling his ale around in his goblet. He looked towards the court doors as he heard them open, and squinted at the four that walked in. When he recognized who it was, he immediately tossed his goblet to the side and stood up, crossing his arms threateningly.

“Now what happened to you four?”

“We got into a fight!” Marik said with a big smile, still covered in feathers, and added with some dirt and bruises. They were all bruised up and dirtied. He glared at Marik, who gulped and hid behind Yami. Bakura did the same, hiding behind Yami’s leg.

“Let me guess. You got into another brawl with the Oddvar kids and embarrassed me, is that right?”

“Yes Father.” Yami said and lowered his head. Their father just rolled his eyes.

“Get cleaned up before you see your mother. You should too, Keith, or your father’s going to wallop you one. Your mother will be by to pick you up soon.

“Thank you Uncle.” He sat back down on his throne.

“Good, now go clean yourselves!” The boys nodded and hurried off, before they got into anymore trouble. But Bakura stayed and walked up to his father, resting his chin on his knee. He looked up at him with big brown puppy eyes. “What?”

“Are we in trouble.”

“For fighting in a public place like a fair? Of course! Because you brats, Oddvar’s included, I’ll be receiving a nasty letter from that bastard of a lord they call a father! I hate having to deal with that two faced fuck!” He quickly covered his mouth. “You tell your mother I said that in front of you and you’ll have a spot across my knee!” Bakura giggled.

“Daddy’s scared of mommy!” He jerked his knee, signaling for Bakura to leave.

“Go join the others, imp!” Bakura giggled and hurried off. Despite what happened, it was a fun, fun, fun filled day at the local fair!

End