Reaper

A/N: So yeah, maybe I haven’t updated for a little while…a REALLY, really long while on this sucker…ehehe…but I am updating now! Whenever ‘now’ happens to be. Now then…the third instalment of the ‘Seekers’ trilogy is upon you all. Hopefully it will turn out more the way I wanted it too, unlike the other two. Don’t get me wrong, I liked the other two, but they didn’t quite transpire from my imaginings onto the paper the way I felt they should. This one’s going to be longer, if only to tie up the loose ends. Once again, Malik’s crazy, fragmented point of view…and that’s all I’ll say for now.

Warnings: Boy x boy action, SEX, violence, harassment, etc, etc, etc. Let’s not forget magic. *collective gasp*

Thank you goes out to all those people who have been reviewing the first two parts of the trilogy this far, and if you haven’t, go check them out! The first is Innocenti and the second is Passion. Both of them are lacking in the reviews department…*hint, hint*

Oh, and check out my site. Actually, I think I'm going to go upload some giftfics I did so you all can read them. Huzzah! :)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Yugioh. I do not by any means.

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Reaper


Sizzle, sizzle, pop. Is that all that’s left in this goddamn cabin? Low fat bacon? Christ, I think I’m going to waste away. My hair just dropped into the frying pan. Fucking lovely. There’s nothing to DO here, I want to get out and…I don’t know. I can’t start living in the city, living a lie, that’s what the others are supposed to do, to keep up appearances. Why cause myself an inconvenience? Still, it’s so freakishly BORING up here…even with the wolves.

Yugi’s been freakishly quiet and barely acknowledges me, and Bakura’s silent…strangely and ineffably quiet…which means he’s probably plotting something. Joey’s a combination of heartbreak and raging madness.

“All right, what the HELL did you to do Yugi?!” Wow, talk about ironic, there he is.

“What do you want.”

“Don’t fucking change the subject you piece of shit, what did you do to Yugi?” Hmmm…should I ease him, or toy with him for a bit, make his face a little more rouge, a little more hilarious looking? Such a hard choice.

“Nothing he didn’t want me to.”

“You son of a bitch!” So suddenly I’ve been tackled to the floor, and the blonde is literally beating the shit out of me. Come to think of it, it really hurts, and I mean really hurts. Being the psychotic freak I am, I flip him over my shoulder onto the floor, lay on top of him and bite his neck. He freezes in shock and I smirk.

“Now, now…let’s not play too rough, hm?”

“He…he won’t even talk to me…”

“Who?”

“You know damn well who!” His breathing is laboured, and he seems incapable of moving, which I find odd. I guess I’m just that sexy…or frightening, perhaps.

“Yugi? That’s not my fault, he won’t talk to me either. You don’t see me ripping people’s throats out because of it, and I’m the crazy one, remember?” I pick myself up from the ground and go back to my lunch…now burnt bacon. “Do you have any worthwhile point of being here?”

“I…why?”

“Why what?” This kid has really got to start being a little more specific. I have trouble with hints, I need the obvious! There is brain damage up here blondie!

“Why did you two…dammit, you know what I mean!”

“I didn’t fuck him.” My peripheral vision shows Joey’s orbs widening in shock.

“You…didn’t?”

“No.” Why am I still cooking the stupid bacon? It’s done, it’s more than done. I turn off the stove and play with the burnt pig. “Have lunch yet?”

“I think I’ll pass…”

“Suit yourself.” With an audible ‘crunch-crunch’ I start on the bacon, grimacing as I encounter a particularly burnt piece. Next time, I’m coming along for the grocery shopping. “Have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe the reason that he’s ignoring you is because you pushed him away?”

“…”

“My advice is to fucking GET OVER Seto already. He’s not going back to you.”

“I’m not fucking clueless, and I never asked for your advice.” Oh, he’s mad now. I struggle with another piece of bacon, glaring down at him.

“Yugi loves you. He’d practically die for you and you refuse him simply because you can’t stop moping about Mr. Rich-and-famous. He initiated you. That was IT. Trust me, I don’t like the whole ‘fuck and chuck’ attitude this group has either, but that’s life. You deal with it or you don’t.” Now he just looks like a puppy who’s been smacked for doing something wrong. “Why are you here with us, anyways?”

“Because it wasn’t just initiation, okay? It was four months…and you know none of us can actually leave.”

Oh. Whoops…I keep forgetting he was part of the group before me. With a sigh he walks out of the hut…cabin…thing. Four months…man, if I were him I’d just throttle Yami and be done with it. Don’t know if that would actually SOLVE anything, but that’s what I would do. Nah, I’d probably just try for a threesome. That’d be fun.

This bacon tastes like ass.

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Well, here I am sitting around some sage and milk powder with the group, and Yami says he’s going to create an army. Power to us crazy folk, ‘cause we know how to make armies of the worst-tasting food IN THE UNIVERSE! Did I mention how much I absolutely hate sage? The smell is making me sick.

“But seriously Yami, you don’t ACTUALLY think we can get an army out of sage and milk powder, do you?” Yami glares at Otogi, who’s a tad disbelieving.

“You doubt me?”

“Even if you could, why would we even need one?”

“It’s not the result, but the process.”

“Well, looks like no one’s getting off during sex with Yami.” Bakura jibes. He’s laying on his washboard stomach, chewing on grass. Or is it just a piece of his hair? Whatever it is, it’s sexy. Damn him and his talented mouth. I really have to stop thinking about him, he’s not worth it. His body though…

“Anyways…I need a shoe.” A shoe? Well, Ryou just handed him a shoe, and it’s probably pointless to ask him why he needs a shoe, because it’s really annoying. So of course I ask anyways.

“Why a shoe?”

“Just watch and you’ll find out.” He’s grinding his teeth now. That was fun. Yami closes his eyes and rolls onto his backside, throwing his legs into the air, spread apart at about a thirty-five degree angle while arranging his arms like snakes on the ground. He opens his mouth and ancient, harsh words come out of his mouth, breaking the night air. It reminds me of a swarm of locusts…in heat. Where the hell does my mind come up with these things anyways?

Scccrrreeeeeeeeee…

I cover my ears at the sound; the dried milk and sage are moving slowly across the glass plate they were put on, making the highest, most annoying sounds in the world. They slowly, EVER so lethargically rise from the surface, twisting and turning in mini cyclones while Yami does some far-out callisthenics that look more like sex positions to me.

POOF!

Yes, that’s exactly what just happened. Everything went poof. No more sage, no more cyclones, no more milk…no more glass plate, even. Also no more screechy sound or horrible sage aroma. I’m starting to really like Yami’s spell-casting adventures…they may not work out, but most of the time he’s doing something rather sexy. Further proof comes from Seto, who’s got his bloody nose embedded in some Kleenex. Joey’s just fuming, Ryou looks confused, Otogi’s snickering at Seto’s misfortune, and Yami is…well…

“FUCK!!” Yami’s ass is high in the air and his legs are spread apart as wide as possible on the grassy field, with his hands gripping into the soil and his leather sticking to him due to all the sweating he did before. He’s trying to move but it ain’t working.

Bakura breaks out into raucous laughter, beating his hands against the meadow and alternately pointing at the ruby-eyed boy, just for emphasis. “Process doesn’t matter much now, does it?”

I can’t help but snicker myself, and then I notice Yugi. He just…sits there, porcelain doll still save his eyes. It’s fucking creepy too. His innocent aura and power don’t seem to be around either…oh crap. Something’s seriously fucked up. His eyes are glazed over and they just move back and forth, not really focussing on anything. I don’t like it. To hell with this.

I run over and shake him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Now he’s looking at the ground. “Talk to me…talk to SOMEONE for fuck’s sake.” His head turns toward me, the amethyst orbs much darker than they should be.

“Something terrible is going to happen.” It’s a faint whisper, and his arms are now tightly linked with mine. “I want you to promise me that you won’t try and stop it. It is inevitable and needs to be done.”

“What do you mean?”

“It will only concern you if you let it. Promise me you won’t get involved, Malik. I need to know you won’t. I’ve felt this for a few days now. I can’t explain any further, but I need your word.”

I can only sit there and stare at him as the others gather around. They all berate him with questions from every side, but he ignores each one and keeps his eyes locked on mine. He does not answer the questions of why, who, what, where, when and how, but pleadingly gazes at me, his hands fisted in my shirt, close to my hips.

“I promise.”

Silence. Everyone stares at me incredulously for a moment, and then Seto speaks.

“Tell us everything you know, Yugi.”

“I already have.”

“Bullshit.”

“I can’t explain anymore.” Seto turns a fierce glare towards him, which doesn’t phase him in the slightest, because he’s looking in the direction of Joey. He approaches him slowly, almost afraid of the blonde. Placing his small hands in his friend’s larger ones, he closes his eyes. “When you go back into town, don’t come back here until I come and get you.”

“Yug, if you’re in danger there’s no way in hell I’m-”

“Joey. Trust me.” Yugi’s voice is wavering; tears are making a watery path down his rosy cheeks.

“But-”

“Please.” Joey’s hands squeeze Yugi’s and he pulls him into a fierce embrace. The pair sit down on the ground, holding each other and whispering words I can’t hear. There’s a faint rose glow around the two, meaning there’s a deep link there, and I mean a deep link. Far beyond anything as commonplace as ‘friends’ or ‘lovers’. It’s quite possible they’re soulmates. Well, this is rather shitty for me, but at least they’ll be okay, so long as Blondie goes and loves Yugi like he’s fucking supposed to. A few minutes of hugging, crying and soft words that sound like pet names (but what the hell do I know? I’m the crazy fool!), Joey nods his head and Yugi smiles, parting his plush lips to reveal those perfect white teeth. Ooh, how I want to part those same lips again.

“A little help over here?! Christ, I can’t move!!” Oh yeah, Yami.

“Aww, poor midget.”

“I’m not a friggin’ midget! Bakura, when I get out of this damn thing your ass is mine!”

“Please. You’re barely up to standard as an uke, let alone a seme.”

Yami growls at this, trying again to break out of his frozen position. “Oh, and like you’d know.” Heh, that was lame. Some nervous giggles and laughter comes out of the group. I wonder how long it’ll take to figure out a solution for this little problem…

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That's it for now; please let me know what you think and HOW I CAN IMPROVE! *had to cut out a fair bit of crappy stuff since most of this is old material*