Confusion

It was late or rather extremely earlier, which ever you preferred to dub one am in the morning. By now, most of the bars were closing, setting lose the usual drunks which of course was never a good thing. The silver haired boy hadn't come from a bar but rather the damned apartment he referred to as 'home.' The looks that Ryou was getting from several of those said drunks were enough to make his skin crawl and turn visibly paler than usual as he somewhat picked up the pace so not to tempt anyone.
Mentally, Ryou cursed himself for walking this way but he had been so wrapped up in his earlier thoughts that he hadn't realized where his feet were taking him until it was too late to turn back.
He stopped abruptly as a clearly drunk man came in front of him. "Hey pretty," he murmured, taking a few steps towards Ryou who in turn took a few steps back.
None other than the blonde Egyptian stood in the shadows, watching the silver haired boy and the said drunk. A small dagger placed in his middle and index finger, smeared with blood as he twirled it around. Violet orbs watching, waiting, almost threatening for the older man to touch Ryou, if he did, Malik would have a bit of more -fun.- He stepped back, covering himself with the darkness though he still kept an eye on the boy. He had noticed that Ryou spaces out and does things that he doesn't remember, or walks somewhere then doesn't realize it, and it was worrying him, amazingly.
Moments later, the man passed out from the high level of alcohol he had consumed. Ryou let out a small ‘eep’ as he practically jumped backwards so the man wouldn't bring him down with him. With a small sigh, Ryou bent down and removed the full bottle of some sort of alcohol substance from the man's hand. Smiling slightly, he said sweetly thought the tone he used really wasn't like him at all, "Thank you sir," and with that he walked over the body as he took a drink of the alcohol. "To think this stuff use to make me sick with only it's smell; Ra I love it," he mused to himself. "And damn you Bakura, just try that again." Yes, he was talking to himself as he often did as he took another swig of the drink. True, he was paler than normal and there were dark rings around his eyes from lack of sleep whilst a new bruise was forming on his cheek but other than that, he seemed content. Well, almost considering he was drinking of all things.
Malik had to blink and stare in almost aw as he tried figuring things out. So, Bakura was making Ryou do all this shit? Well...He would have to put an end to that. Sighing, the Egyptian walked out of his spot in the shadows and up behind Ryou. "Isn't it late for you to be out, Ryou-kun?" he asked, voice merely a whisper.
"And since when are you my dark? I do believe it's his job to say things like that," he murmured before consuming the rest of his drink and dropping the bottle to the ground where it shattered it thousands of pieces. Ryou ignored the pain as a many number of glass pieces decided to dig into his exposed skin.
"It doesn't matter." Malik grabbed Ryou's arm, jerking him around to where he could face him. "You listen, the Ryou I knew didn't drink, or walk around without knowing it, or talk shit. You seriously need help." Malik, glaring, started to tug the boy towards the Ishtar household.
"I don't drink," Ryou replied in a voice that seemed to challenge the other to say that again. He pulled away from Malik, glaring harshly at the boy. As if he and Bakura had switched personalities, he began circling Malik in a somewhat evil manner. "But sometimes everyone needs a little relief. Even you should be able to comprehend that unless your intelligences has dropped a few levels since I last saw you though I really wouldn't doubt it. Che, stupid Egyptian." He yawned slightly, stopping his circling in a bored manner. Ryou shook his head in a violent manner before rubbing his temple, trying to think straight.
"Don't talk to me that way." Malik sneered, hitting the boy with an enclosed fist, connecting it with Ryou's cheek, hard.
Ryou stumbled backwards, wincing somewhat though he kept up his glare. "I'll talk to you however I damn well please Mister Ishtar," he growled, fists clenched.
"Why don't you prove that." He snarled back, grabbing a decent fist full of the other's hair, jerking him forwards.
Letting out a yelp, Ryou shouted, "Let me go you jerk!" Yep, it hurt but he managed to still glare somehow.
"No." He took his hand and dragged him along, growling and sighing inwardly. The vessel struggled for a few moments before falling into an unconsciousness state, obviously he had been drinking before he had ran into the Egyptian blond. Malik sighed again, when would this end? He picked the boy up into his arms, looking down at his fragile features before walking towards his house. Malik carried him to his home, knocking on the door since he couldn't really open it.
The door was answered by everyone's favorite yami. He let out a yawn, intentionally standing in Malik's way so that he wouldn't be able to pass. "Che, what's this?" he asked, eyes glazed over with boredom.
"It's Ryou, Mariku, now move." Malik ordered, glaring.
"I can see that but my question is more or less why he's here, in you're arms, passed out?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't need to explain it to you, Mariku." Malik twitched, "Now move."
"But of course you do and I'm not moving until you tell. Besides, I'm sure Bakura is missing him..." He smirked slightly.
"Shut up Mariku! He's the one doing this to Ryou!" Malik used his leg to knee Mariku. "Move damn you."
"Che, can't prove that now can you light," he hissed in a dangerous tone. "I'll move as soon as you tell me."
"Ryou's drunk, okay? Now move." He hissed back, as dangerous as the other's...ah, he got it from his yami.
"Since when does the sweet and innocent one drink?" he questioned, quirking an eyebrow as he stepped aside to allow the other boy to pass. Malik growled once more but pushed pasted his yami never the less, setting Ryou down on the cloth couch and watching him silently. "You're worried," Mariku commented as he wrapped his arms around his vessel. "Why? You've never seemed to care before."
Malik leaned slightly into the embrace. "I don't know...watching him do that...chug beer and act like Bakura...we already have one idiot, we don't need another one."
"Fine, he can stay and I won't tell 'kura but you owe me little Malik-chan," Yami no Malik replied. "Go to bed. It's almost 2 am."
"What do I owe you, Mariku..." Malik looked up at him, blonde bangs falling in his face and into his line of view.
"Che, I'll think of something, now sleep!" he ordered, releasing the boy from his grasp. Malik nodded slowly, dragging himself to his room then turning to his door, sighing. "Good boy," he remarked, watching his light as he sat down in a chair, across from Ryou.
Malik sighed, "Too tired to fight, Mariku-kun."
"They you wouldn't mind me taking advantage of Ryou t" h" he asked smugly.
"Yes, I would mind." His eyes narrowed dangerously. "He was hell to get over here, and I didn't do it so you could fuck him."
"Relax my slutty Shujinkou-Sama, you know I wouldn't. Besides. he isn't even awake, what fun would that be?” Mariku questioned.
Malik rose an eyebrow, and shook his head, walking over to Mariku and plopping in his lap. "Just to make sure I’m sleeping right here." He grinned up at his yami.
"Fine, I see how it is, don't trust me," he remarked, wrapping his arms around the boy's waist and nuzzling his neck. Malik let out a quiet moan as he snuggled, eyelids drooping half way. "Che, sleep well," he murmured, resting his chin on the boy's shoulder. Malik smiled slightly, letting his eyelids droop all the way, falling into the morass of darkness we like to call slumber land.


Ryou winced slightly, gripping his head tightly though he didn't dare open his eyes. "Bakura?" he murmured weakly, his head killing him at this point in time. "B-Bakura?" he tried again though when he didn't hear a snapped reply from his yami, he sat up finally opening his eyes. At first everything was blurring but he managed to make out Mariku and Malik, at once fear becoming present.
Malik moved slightly, stirring and yawning softly. One eye opening. "You're awake?"
"Yes, I am," he murmured before groaning again. Mariku opened his eyes, watching Ryou in amusement.
"Hangover? You shouldn't of drank then," he said smirking as he tightened his grip on his light.
"I do not drink," he murmured back crossly.
Malik looked up at Mariku, pouting. "Let me go, Mariku-kun." He stated, looking at Ryou. "And yes, you do drink Ryou."
"Aww, why should I let you go?" Mariku questioned, nipping at the boy's neck as he watched Ryou burring his face in his arms and hands with another groan and slur of words that sounded something along the lines of, "I do not drink," again.
Malik eeped and grinned slightly, "Why shouldn't you?" He looked at Ryou again, "If you didn't get drunk, why do you have a hangover?"
"Well fine," he huffed, pushing Malik off his lap and standing.
"I don't have a hangover," he denied with a dark sigh before hurrying over to the nearest trash can, emptying his stomach of the remaining alcohol along with a mixture of blood.
"Malik, if he gets sick again, you're cleaning it up," Mariku said slightly disgusted.
Malik rolled his eyes and walked over to Ryou. "You did, and you do drink. I quote: 'To think this stuff use to make me sick with only it's smell; Ra I love it.' " He stated, with T.T as a look. Upon looking back to Mariku, he pouted somewhat. “Why me Mariku?”
"You don't know what you're talking about," he murmured in response, wiping away the area around his mouth. "I have to get home, Bakura's going to kill me..."
"You're not going unless I go with you. I have a few things I'd like to talk to him about." He took Ryou's arm.
"What are you going to say to him?" Ryou questioned raising an eyebrow as he ignored the pounding headache.
"That’s for me to know and Bakura to find out." Malik dragged him out of the house, watching his actions carefully.
He stumbled a few times but allowed himself to be dragged. True, he didn't like the fact that Malik was going to go talk to Bakura in slightest manner consider only Ra knew about what. But somehow Ryou felt like this wouldn't end good at all. Malik slowed down as he came to the other's house, knocking on the door, hard; staying in front of Ryou. "Malik, you can still go home," the light murmured in a somewhat fearful way as he waited for either Bakura or his father to answer the door
"No, I have to talk to your yami." He growled, waiting also, tempted to just smack it down, though it would hurt...
"But-" Ryou began, however he was cut off as his yami lazily opened the door. His eyes narrowed a considerable amount as he looked at the two lights. Ryou trembled, instantly moving more towards Malik and burring his face into the boy's back.
Malik glared icily, teeth clenched as he stared at Bakura. "What do you think you're doing to Ryou, Bakura?" He snarled, pushing the yami in and following right after.
"Che, someone's acting awfully brave," Bakura hissed in a reply as he glared at Malik. "I could ask you the very same thing little Malik."
"For your information, 'Kura-chan, I brought him home after he got himself drunk walking around in the middle of the night. Jails bait, stupid." He growled.
"So what?" Bakura questioned boredly as he made a grab for his light. Malik hit his arm away, using the other hand to hit his face, much like he did with Ryou, but harder.
"You'll pay for that," the former thief hissed as he gripped Malik by the collar of his shirt and shoved him roughly against the wall.
Malik winced, but refused to make any noises or sounds as he glared at him. "You'll have to do better than that, bastard."
"Oh I will," he said smirking as he continued to pin him there before landing a punch in the boy's gut. Malik curled up slightly, gasping quietly and struggling to get away from the other. "Don't mess with fire and not expect to get burned," Bakura hissed as he landed a rough smack across the Egyptian's face before pulling him into a rather forceful kiss.
Malik gasped, eyes widening as he parted his lips to bite down on Bakura's lip, growling. Bakura growled in reply as he pulled away behind landing another punch against the other. Malik growled, returning it with as much force as he could handle. "Get off!"
"Why? You seemed to want to fight me only a few minutes ago before I dominated."
"I want to fight, I still am, you're turning it around." He snarled, trying to hit him again.
Bakura only smirked as he gripped Malik's wrists tightly before pinning them above the boy's head with one hand. "Can't help it, you're just too beautiful to resist," he remarked in a quiet whisper.
"Bakura please, let him go," Ryou whimpered, watching the scene unfold.
Malik winced, turning his head so he didn't look at Bakura. "Too pretty for a shit like you." He spat, "Ryou you fucking stay out of this."
"Yes Ryou, do stay out of this, I'll deal with you later after I'm finished with Malik-chan here..." Bakura stated in a sickly sweet voice, nipping at the Egyptian's neck. Malik's stomach lurched as he tried getting away, spitting in the said Yami's face. Growling once more, that said yami wiped away the spit before roughly punch the boy across the face. "You've got nothing to fear Malik though I am starting to wonder if you're still a virgin." He grinned evilly, leaning closer to the light.
Malik panic clearly shown, eyes widened slightly. "You think I'm still a virgin after living with Mariku?" he snarled, though he couldn't remember if he had done that with Mariku before.
"Che, Mariku isn't as twisted as me. I doubt he'd go that far with you," he chuckled with a smirk. Malik wasn't the only one that was panicking, Ryou was also currently in the state.
Malik kneed Bakura, struggling to get his wrists free as he snarled. "Get off! I'm not your slut!"
"Oh? When was that decided?" Bakura questioned with an amused look.
"Ever since I knew you." he snapped, growling.
"I don't think so, you're mine." Bakura crushed his lips against Malik.
Malik parted his lips to snap a reply, but had nothing to say as he glared icily.
"Just call out to Mariku already," Ryou finally shouted only to earn a punch from Bakura that was hard enough apparently to cause Ryou to fall back into the wall and hit his head, falling to the floor unconscious.
"You call out to your yami and there will be hell to pay," Bakura snarled as he returned his glare back to Malik.
Malik slumped slightly, grinning. "What..will you do? Bakura, you can hurt me physically, but not mentally or emotionally." He replied, "And I will call Mariku."
"Care to make a bet on that one?" he growled out, eyes narrowing dangerously.
"I do." He mocked, //Mariku..?// His grin turned into a smirk, "Guess what kura-chan? I just called my yami." He laughed.
"Too bad you'll be dead before he'll even manage to get here!"
\What do you want?\ Mariku questioned with a yawn.
"Prove it." He snarled, pushing Bakura. //I'm having troubles with a certain yami.//
Bakura glared before pulling out his pocket knife, resting it against Malik's throat. "Say those words again dearest Malik-chan," he threatened.
\Che, what did you do to piss off the bakka this time?\
Malik tensed, staring down at the blade and not responding to Mariku. "Dammit..." He growled.
Bakura placed a small amount of pressure but only enough to draw a little blood.
\You still there?\
Malik tilted his head back, feeling the coldness of the blade. //Yeah.//
"What? No smart ass remarks now that your life is on the line?" he sneered.
\Well where are you? Dammit, I'm getting tired of saving your ass.\
Malik snarled at him, eyes narrowing as he kneed Bakura. "Fuck you." //Never mind.// He sneered through the link.
"Not the smartest thing to say you know unless you truly do have a death wish."
\Dammit Malik, just tell me where the hell you are.\
Malik tackled Bakura to the ground, slamming him against it while landing a hard punch across his face. "Put that fucking blade at my throat again, Bakura! Lets see what happens!" He hissed into his face. //Fuck off, Mariku.//
"So truly touchy. Che, I didn't know you cared Malik," the spirit of the ring spat sarcastically though he was in no position to speak considering it was Malik on top.
\Fine, but if you die in this life then I swear to Ra I'll kill you in the next.\
Malik gave him a lopsided smirk, "I don't see you on top, dumbass." He retorted. //Whatever.//
"Doesn't mean a thing love." He smirked slightly himself. Mariku rolled his eyes before closing their link.
Malik hit him again, glaring. "You haven't hurt me in the least, so you should keep quiet." He started to get up.
"Now why should I do that?" Bakura commented as he let out a cattish like yawn.
"Because, you have no room to talk." Malik pointed out, whipping away the small bit of blood on his neck and rolling his eyes.
"Like I give a crap, you can't do anything to me but I sudjest you get out."
Malik leaned down and took Bakura's knife, slashing his cheek and licking the blood from the blade. "Ri-ight."
"Che, never you liked blood," he mused with a spark of interest.
"I do." He rolled his eyes, licking the blade absently and grinning.
"Good, now get out," he replied darkly.
"Hmm? Going to make me kura-chan?" He teased, clearly amused.
"Figured I'd give you the chance to go willingly before I used force."
Malik put the knife in his pocket, "I'll keep this." He walked near the door, but picked up Ryou. "I'm also taking Ryou, You don't deserve him."
"You put my light back down!" Bakura hissed dangerously as he sat up. "Of course I deserve him."
"You don't at all, and he’s not yours." Malik glared icily, hissing as he growled, "You should see him when he's out, not knowing where he’s going and getting himself drunk; it’s your fault."
"Oh so what, he's free to get drunk if that's what he wants. And since when is there a law against wandering the streets?" he questioned with a glare.
"Well, he's coming with me." With that, Malik stepped out of the apartment.
Bakura growled dangerously as he stood and followed after Malik. "I don't trust him with your idiot yami."
"My Yami won't touch him." Malik stated, starting to walk. "I won't let him."
"Che, are you so sure about that?" questioned the yami though he did stop following the light.
"I am." Malik turned to look at him, "I won't." With that said, he turned and stalked off.