Kimi ga Iru
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
7,695
Reviews:
73
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Carry On
Kimi ga Iru
Summary: Out late; Marik-sama! *super heart*
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: hm…innuendo maybe? Cussing.
Carry On*
When they finally made it to Yugi’s home, the shorter boy’s hair was in disarray. His spikes were pointing in every direction and his face was flushed from the wind. He clung to Marik even after they’d stopped moving. Yugi wanted to make damn sure the bike had stopped before he attempted to move.
“Let go Midget!” the yami growled, squirming. He realized Yugi was freaked out, but he was having trouble breathing.
Yugi shook his head. “Have we stopped?”
Marik tried to unlock the youth’s hands. “Get off! GET OFF!”
The boy slowly let go and gradually got off the bike, testing the curb with his sneakers before he stood confidently.
“RA! You’re such a pussy! Not even Ryou screamed that much! You should’ve just fainted mid-ride like he did! Damn!”
Yugi took a deep breath and blinked before glomping the yami. “Let’s do that again!’
Marik shoved him right on his ass. “Get the fuck off me!” He looked offended and “smoothed” his shirt. “Fat chance you little dipshit. I don’t have time for you!”
“But Yami Marik –”
“Get lost Midget! This gets out I’ll have your guts in a jar!”
The tanned yami sped away, leaving Yugi on the curb. The frowned and went inside. You bastard! I hope you crash!
He went in and sighed, leaning against the shop door. What happened there?
As he locked the door, the lights came on and he spun to see Yami standing in the stairwell looking like Summon Skull on a bad day. The Pharaoh was wearing a tight wife beater and ankh pajama pants.
“Where have you been?”
Yugi started to walk by him, but was blocked.
“Answer me!”
“You’re not my father Yami! And you’re not a Pharaoh anymore! You don’t command me –”
“Your Grandfather was worried! I called all of your friends –”
“I don’t have any friends!” he retorted, shoving Yami out of the way. He ran upstairs to his room and slammed the door, locking it.
I don’t have any friends…but I think I made one tonight…
**
Marik came into the house smoking, not bothering to be quiet or announce himself. Whatever people got caught doing, that was their own damn fault and if anyone was asleep, fuck them, he paid half the bills.
The four of them were extremely lucky to have “acquisitioned” this house from the previous owners, an elderly couple that went “missing”. He and Bakura used their skills to pay the mortgage and make sure they had material items and mostly, the hikari’s paid the regular bills. However, Malik had been fired so many times, it was up to Marik to take up the slack.
He went in the kitchen and was mildly surprised to Ryou eating out of the ice cream carton like a fat school girl.
“Hey! It’s Bakura’s bitch!”
Ryou pulled the spoon from his mouth and glared at Marik. “Save it for your hikari!”
“What’d Bakura do this time?” Marik opened the fridge and got out a six pack. He was going to start early tonight.
“You know what he did!” the white haired youth put another large spoonful in his mouth and gulped it down. “He’s and inconsiderate ass!”
“It wasn’t your Ra-damned diary. Besides, what idiot keeps all their secrets in one book where any jackass could find them? Even the Pharaoh has enough sense to put it in a damn puzzle!”
Shut up Marik!” the boy snarled, his face twisting into a mask of savagery. “Yugi hates me now! He’ll never trust me again!”
Marik opened a can and sucked down some brew. “So what? I hate you. I don’t trust you.”
“You don’t count!” Ryou shoved the ice cream under an arm and pushed Marik aside, attempting to leave. It didn’t work as Marik pulled him back by the waistband of his flying tea saucer boxers.
“Sure I count…” He hugged Ryou against him and ran a beer free hand up and down his alabaster torso. “Have a beer Hikari and let Yami Marik ease your pain –Fuck!”
Ryou elbowed him in the gut and stomped off. “You perverted psycho! I wouldn’t sleep with you if my dick was about to be chopped off!”
Marik charged after him and spun him around, beer still in one hand as he pointed in Ryou’s face. “What’s you’re goddamned problem Bitch!? That Midget could cares less about your scrawny ghost white ass! You have a better chance with your shadow –”
He swore pirate like again as Ryou slapped him in the face and stomped away upstairs.
“Stupid fuck…” he muttered, drinking more beer. “Now how am I gonna get laid…”
****
Yugi groaned as his alarm clock went off. He’d found the generic replacement waiting for him when he’d gone to bed the night before. As much as he loved his Grandpa, he hated him right now for buying him that clock.
He got up and got dressed, knowing the day was going to be hell even if he did get out at one.
Yugi stared blankly at the chalk board as his history teacher droned on an on about the shogunate. He could feel his eyes glazing over. He should have never stayed out as late as he did. As much as he hated to say it, Marik had been right. It had been past his bed time.
He yawned widely, drawing the teacher’s attention.
“Does the subject bore you Moutou-san?”
Yugi blinked, then slowly came back to reality. People were giggling behind their hands at him. He frowned and leaned back in his seat.
“Yes.”
The teacher seemed taken aback. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. It’s boring. And your voice is like a cement block. Dull, grey and flat!”
“Like your chest!” came the unbidden assistance from the back of the room.
Yugi turned to see Marik and Bakura waving enthusiastically. Apparently, the two yamis had actually decided to attend school today.
More snickers leaked out from the general group and the teacher grew red faced.
“Ishtar-san! Bakura-san! I will not have that sort of talk in my class room! And Moutou-san!’ she turned to Yugi. “I am shocked at you! I realize this has been a hard last few days for you –”
The tri color haired youth’s brow twitched. “What?”
“I said I know you’re under stress –” she lied, causing Yugi’s face to darken in a glower.
“You don’t know a goddamned thing! Don’t try to tell me my business Sensei!”
The woman crossed her arms, her lips thinning. “Look, we all have issues! You acting out in class won’t make them better –”
The youth snatched up his bag and shoved his books in it. “yeah, and we all know you got issues too! You’re ‘acting out’ by having a affair with the principal you bitch, so you shut your mouth!”
Marik and Bakura hooted and clapped and Yugi felt himself blush at the vocal support. He walked right out of class, feeling elated! He’d never felt so free in his life!
He decided to exercise this new found freedom by rushing straight to the bathroom to hide.
Yugi went into the boy’s room and splashed his face with water, staring at his reflection. He definitely felt different even if he didn’t look it.
All this because of a stupid diary…
He smiled to himself, realizing what it all truly meant. No more sparring feelings, no more having to be the sympathetic ear, no more advice giving! He was free to be himself and tell people off if he wanted to!
I can be myself! He laughed just as two people came into the bathroom.
Bakura and Marik entered, smiling as they saw Yugi.
“I told you Marik! He’d go hide in the bathroom!”
Yugi rolled his eyes. “How’d you two get out of class?”
Marik shrugged. “Hell, we just walked out.” He went over and sat on the counter near Yugi, leaning down to look in his eyes. “Welcome to the Dark Side.”
The boy smiled. “Ryou showed you that movie?”
Bakura nodded. “All we did was make fun of it the whole time. Well, Marik did. I was busy with Malik.”
Marik curled his lip, slightly disgusted. “Jacking him off on the couch while you two were near me was not my idea of a good movie environment.”
Yugi’s eyes widened, then regained himself, stepping back from the counter. “Doesn’t it bother your hikari’s if you skip class?”
Bakura snorted. “Who gives a shit what that cow thinks. You should have seen him pigging out on the rocky road last night. It was classic!” the yami frowned then, his eyes growing dark. “If it weren’t for that bitch –”
“Later Thief!” Marik dug a pack of smokes from his jacket and put one in his mouth, holding out his hand to Bakura for a light. All he got was spit which he promptly wiped on the brown eyed yami’s jacket.
They laughed and Bakura produced some matches. Marik lit his cigarette and let Bakura take it from him before he lit his own.
“So, young Padawan –”
Bakura snickered and Marik grinned as Yugi coughed when smoke began to fill the air.
“Marik’s still a bit miffed over the fall out, but I personally think he’s pissed because he screwed Anzu.”
The Thief snorted. “She’s a whore. She can’t even give head properly!”
Yugi blushed and spoke up. “Of course she’s a ho! Jou and Honda pass her around like cake and I’ll bet even Kaiba’s had a turn on that bicycle!”
Bakura laughed and Marik was almost surprised by the venom in the boy’s voice. He reached behind him and pulled something out. He showed his knife to Yugi, holding it close to his face.
“If you had this, what would you do to her?”
The boy gulped. “I could never hurt anyone!”
“I told you..” Bakura took a long drag on his cigarette. “Can we get outta here? This is so fucking cliché! We’re gonna get caught.”
“Come on Yugi…” Marik grinned. “You know you hate Anzu.”
“Of course I do! And now she’s slobbering after Yami! She can have the bastard! It’s not like he won’t screw anything that moves. I’m tired of lying to myself!” the teen growled. “And let’s not even start on Ryou!”
Bakura laughed. “I like him like this Marik. Sure he isn’t the Pharaoh’s yami?”
They all shared a laugh and Marik put away his knife as he heard someone approach the bathroom. Bakura tensed and spun.
The boys made no effort to put out their cigarette and Yugi just narrowed his eyes as none other than the principal came in.
They were promptly ordered out of the bathroom and marched to the office.
****
*Please review. And don't review under anonymous. That's for cowards.
*Never fear, Yugi will remain sweet, he's just full of his new found freedom is all. He refrained from calling Anzu the stupid bitch she was and what he'd do to her if he had the chance.
Summary: Out late; Marik-sama! *super heart*
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: hm…innuendo maybe? Cussing.
Carry On*
When they finally made it to Yugi’s home, the shorter boy’s hair was in disarray. His spikes were pointing in every direction and his face was flushed from the wind. He clung to Marik even after they’d stopped moving. Yugi wanted to make damn sure the bike had stopped before he attempted to move.
“Let go Midget!” the yami growled, squirming. He realized Yugi was freaked out, but he was having trouble breathing.
Yugi shook his head. “Have we stopped?”
Marik tried to unlock the youth’s hands. “Get off! GET OFF!”
The boy slowly let go and gradually got off the bike, testing the curb with his sneakers before he stood confidently.
“RA! You’re such a pussy! Not even Ryou screamed that much! You should’ve just fainted mid-ride like he did! Damn!”
Yugi took a deep breath and blinked before glomping the yami. “Let’s do that again!’
Marik shoved him right on his ass. “Get the fuck off me!” He looked offended and “smoothed” his shirt. “Fat chance you little dipshit. I don’t have time for you!”
“But Yami Marik –”
“Get lost Midget! This gets out I’ll have your guts in a jar!”
The tanned yami sped away, leaving Yugi on the curb. The frowned and went inside. You bastard! I hope you crash!
He went in and sighed, leaning against the shop door. What happened there?
As he locked the door, the lights came on and he spun to see Yami standing in the stairwell looking like Summon Skull on a bad day. The Pharaoh was wearing a tight wife beater and ankh pajama pants.
“Where have you been?”
Yugi started to walk by him, but was blocked.
“Answer me!”
“You’re not my father Yami! And you’re not a Pharaoh anymore! You don’t command me –”
“Your Grandfather was worried! I called all of your friends –”
“I don’t have any friends!” he retorted, shoving Yami out of the way. He ran upstairs to his room and slammed the door, locking it.
I don’t have any friends…but I think I made one tonight…
**
Marik came into the house smoking, not bothering to be quiet or announce himself. Whatever people got caught doing, that was their own damn fault and if anyone was asleep, fuck them, he paid half the bills.
The four of them were extremely lucky to have “acquisitioned” this house from the previous owners, an elderly couple that went “missing”. He and Bakura used their skills to pay the mortgage and make sure they had material items and mostly, the hikari’s paid the regular bills. However, Malik had been fired so many times, it was up to Marik to take up the slack.
He went in the kitchen and was mildly surprised to Ryou eating out of the ice cream carton like a fat school girl.
“Hey! It’s Bakura’s bitch!”
Ryou pulled the spoon from his mouth and glared at Marik. “Save it for your hikari!”
“What’d Bakura do this time?” Marik opened the fridge and got out a six pack. He was going to start early tonight.
“You know what he did!” the white haired youth put another large spoonful in his mouth and gulped it down. “He’s and inconsiderate ass!”
“It wasn’t your Ra-damned diary. Besides, what idiot keeps all their secrets in one book where any jackass could find them? Even the Pharaoh has enough sense to put it in a damn puzzle!”
Shut up Marik!” the boy snarled, his face twisting into a mask of savagery. “Yugi hates me now! He’ll never trust me again!”
Marik opened a can and sucked down some brew. “So what? I hate you. I don’t trust you.”
“You don’t count!” Ryou shoved the ice cream under an arm and pushed Marik aside, attempting to leave. It didn’t work as Marik pulled him back by the waistband of his flying tea saucer boxers.
“Sure I count…” He hugged Ryou against him and ran a beer free hand up and down his alabaster torso. “Have a beer Hikari and let Yami Marik ease your pain –Fuck!”
Ryou elbowed him in the gut and stomped off. “You perverted psycho! I wouldn’t sleep with you if my dick was about to be chopped off!”
Marik charged after him and spun him around, beer still in one hand as he pointed in Ryou’s face. “What’s you’re goddamned problem Bitch!? That Midget could cares less about your scrawny ghost white ass! You have a better chance with your shadow –”
He swore pirate like again as Ryou slapped him in the face and stomped away upstairs.
“Stupid fuck…” he muttered, drinking more beer. “Now how am I gonna get laid…”
****
Yugi groaned as his alarm clock went off. He’d found the generic replacement waiting for him when he’d gone to bed the night before. As much as he loved his Grandpa, he hated him right now for buying him that clock.
He got up and got dressed, knowing the day was going to be hell even if he did get out at one.
Yugi stared blankly at the chalk board as his history teacher droned on an on about the shogunate. He could feel his eyes glazing over. He should have never stayed out as late as he did. As much as he hated to say it, Marik had been right. It had been past his bed time.
He yawned widely, drawing the teacher’s attention.
“Does the subject bore you Moutou-san?”
Yugi blinked, then slowly came back to reality. People were giggling behind their hands at him. He frowned and leaned back in his seat.
“Yes.”
The teacher seemed taken aback. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. It’s boring. And your voice is like a cement block. Dull, grey and flat!”
“Like your chest!” came the unbidden assistance from the back of the room.
Yugi turned to see Marik and Bakura waving enthusiastically. Apparently, the two yamis had actually decided to attend school today.
More snickers leaked out from the general group and the teacher grew red faced.
“Ishtar-san! Bakura-san! I will not have that sort of talk in my class room! And Moutou-san!’ she turned to Yugi. “I am shocked at you! I realize this has been a hard last few days for you –”
The tri color haired youth’s brow twitched. “What?”
“I said I know you’re under stress –” she lied, causing Yugi’s face to darken in a glower.
“You don’t know a goddamned thing! Don’t try to tell me my business Sensei!”
The woman crossed her arms, her lips thinning. “Look, we all have issues! You acting out in class won’t make them better –”
The youth snatched up his bag and shoved his books in it. “yeah, and we all know you got issues too! You’re ‘acting out’ by having a affair with the principal you bitch, so you shut your mouth!”
Marik and Bakura hooted and clapped and Yugi felt himself blush at the vocal support. He walked right out of class, feeling elated! He’d never felt so free in his life!
He decided to exercise this new found freedom by rushing straight to the bathroom to hide.
Yugi went into the boy’s room and splashed his face with water, staring at his reflection. He definitely felt different even if he didn’t look it.
All this because of a stupid diary…
He smiled to himself, realizing what it all truly meant. No more sparring feelings, no more having to be the sympathetic ear, no more advice giving! He was free to be himself and tell people off if he wanted to!
I can be myself! He laughed just as two people came into the bathroom.
Bakura and Marik entered, smiling as they saw Yugi.
“I told you Marik! He’d go hide in the bathroom!”
Yugi rolled his eyes. “How’d you two get out of class?”
Marik shrugged. “Hell, we just walked out.” He went over and sat on the counter near Yugi, leaning down to look in his eyes. “Welcome to the Dark Side.”
The boy smiled. “Ryou showed you that movie?”
Bakura nodded. “All we did was make fun of it the whole time. Well, Marik did. I was busy with Malik.”
Marik curled his lip, slightly disgusted. “Jacking him off on the couch while you two were near me was not my idea of a good movie environment.”
Yugi’s eyes widened, then regained himself, stepping back from the counter. “Doesn’t it bother your hikari’s if you skip class?”
Bakura snorted. “Who gives a shit what that cow thinks. You should have seen him pigging out on the rocky road last night. It was classic!” the yami frowned then, his eyes growing dark. “If it weren’t for that bitch –”
“Later Thief!” Marik dug a pack of smokes from his jacket and put one in his mouth, holding out his hand to Bakura for a light. All he got was spit which he promptly wiped on the brown eyed yami’s jacket.
They laughed and Bakura produced some matches. Marik lit his cigarette and let Bakura take it from him before he lit his own.
“So, young Padawan –”
Bakura snickered and Marik grinned as Yugi coughed when smoke began to fill the air.
“Marik’s still a bit miffed over the fall out, but I personally think he’s pissed because he screwed Anzu.”
The Thief snorted. “She’s a whore. She can’t even give head properly!”
Yugi blushed and spoke up. “Of course she’s a ho! Jou and Honda pass her around like cake and I’ll bet even Kaiba’s had a turn on that bicycle!”
Bakura laughed and Marik was almost surprised by the venom in the boy’s voice. He reached behind him and pulled something out. He showed his knife to Yugi, holding it close to his face.
“If you had this, what would you do to her?”
The boy gulped. “I could never hurt anyone!”
“I told you..” Bakura took a long drag on his cigarette. “Can we get outta here? This is so fucking cliché! We’re gonna get caught.”
“Come on Yugi…” Marik grinned. “You know you hate Anzu.”
“Of course I do! And now she’s slobbering after Yami! She can have the bastard! It’s not like he won’t screw anything that moves. I’m tired of lying to myself!” the teen growled. “And let’s not even start on Ryou!”
Bakura laughed. “I like him like this Marik. Sure he isn’t the Pharaoh’s yami?”
They all shared a laugh and Marik put away his knife as he heard someone approach the bathroom. Bakura tensed and spun.
The boys made no effort to put out their cigarette and Yugi just narrowed his eyes as none other than the principal came in.
They were promptly ordered out of the bathroom and marched to the office.
****
*Please review. And don't review under anonymous. That's for cowards.
*Never fear, Yugi will remain sweet, he's just full of his new found freedom is all. He refrained from calling Anzu the stupid bitch she was and what he'd do to her if he had the chance.