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Aurora
By Neon Tiger and
Yuki Ryu
Omake Special
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The atmosphere
was heavy and the air was thick with the smell of ozone. A rumble like thunder
or perhaps a massive creature growling was heard on and off. Unfortunately it
was difficult to make out anything in this dark space.
Malik stared
about in disbelief, his blonde hair whipping about in the wind, wearing a
purple hooded vest and black pants as well as various assortments of golden
jewelry - such as earrings with sharp points. "This is..."
"...Totally ridiculous?"
Bakura emerged
from the darkness with a rather perturbed look on his face. Though his eyes
were silver, much like the thief's, his clothes were from the modern era,
consisting of a white and blue striped t-shirt, faded blue jeans, and a long
black coat that looked perfectly ordinary, not twisted in some odd fashion that
it tended to inexplicably be in virtually every other time he was seen wearing
it.
Malik turned
to face Bakura, his expression surprised for a moment before becoming one of
exasperation. "...Well, it's nice to see someone else feels the same."
"I don't
know about you, but I'm sick of being here all the time," Bakura said as
he eyed the swirling darkness surrounding them and snapped his fingers. Oddly
enough in that instant the dark clouds dispersed and their surroundings shifted
to reveal the inside of a rather ordinary looking building. There were some
couches, tables, snack machines, and other things to make the place look like a
break room.
"You're sick of it?" Malik scoffed
before moving to flop down on one of the couchs.
"Do you have any idea how sick I am of all of this?"
"You're
not the one who keeps dissolving or some other crazy crap in these cracked
dreams," Bakura retorted, eying Malik, as he sat down on the couch
opposite of the blond and crossed his legs as well as his arms.
"Are you
forgetting the fact that my spine
apparently dissolved?" Malik arched an eyebrow as he regarded Bakura.
"Hmm...
yeah, you have been acting like a
weakling," Bakura mused as he lightly rubbed his chin. "It's pretty
pathetic."
Malik's cheek
twitched slightly. "...Look, I understand the situation that led up to my
acting like that. It's realistic and to be expected. I just would have
preferred it if they didn't put me in
that situation to create such an outcome!"
Bakura nodded
ever so slightly. "I agree. It's irritating to have to keep delaying
actually doing anything in order to
try and fix that damage. Not that the making out hasn't been fun."
Malik's cheeks
tinted slightly at that. "...Well, be as it may..."
"As much
as I like dominating you and doing pretty much whatever I want to you, it's
irritating having to treat you like you're made of glass," Bakura
continued as he regarded Malik with a bland look.
"D-dominating-!?" Malik sputtered before he sat
up, glowering at Bakura. "Don't you think I'm embarrassed by it!?"
"Naturally,"
Bakura replied simply, his lips quirking into a slight smile.
Malik's cheeks
darkened slightly, and he let out a huff before crossing his arms and slouching
back in to the couch. "You're changing the subject, or are you just trying
to embarrass me?"
"I'm just
making my own observations on the situation we're in." Bakura
quirked an eyebrow upwards ever so slightly. "Just like I've
observed that my behavior varies oddly at times from mature and knowledgeable
to acting just like a child. Not to mention we're losing track of the original
point of adding these extra supernatural aspects to my past."
"Who are
you to complain about that? You're surrounded by ghosts," Malik snorted before turning to face Bakura again.
"I'm more concerned with the fact that I'm apparently neutered!"
"Really?" Bakura's smile turned rather wicked.
"Then what was it that you sprayed me with before? Cream?"
Malik's face couldn't
have turned any redder. "...You're such an ass."
Bakura laughed
at that. "So that's your only
problem? Losing your manhood?"
"...Well,
no, but that's the primary one." Malik replied.
"Hmm..."
Bakura leaned back against the sofa, his amused smile slipping away
"They've forgotten the main point of the story, you know. It was supposed
to be about my past, which was barely touched on in the original story, and
they completely forgot about that because of all the distractions. Now it's
been crammed in and is so out of place it might as well not be there at
all!" He made an irritated noise as his expression changed to match his
mood. "No wonder they're going to rewrite the entire thing."
"I think
it might be because things kept getting added, instead of just being rewritten
in the first place." Malik leaned back in to the couch once more.
"They
should have been cutting crap out,"
Bakura grunted as he eyed Malik. "They better do that in the rewrite. If
we have to go through that again I'm going to break more than just the fourth
wall."
"Well, so
far, it sounds like I've got my balls back," Malik muttered. "They'd
better keep that in the final draft."
Bakura shifted
slightly and uncrossed his legs as he sat up. "As long as they don't have
me blurting out my entire past all at once and don't start piling tons of shit
on us, I'll be happy."
"That was
pretty cheesy, wasn't it?" Malik laughed. "But hey, at least I wasn't
raped by everyone under the sun, like some people suggested."
Bakura let out
an incensed snort. "Including me. What the hell
gave them the idea that I like to rape
people?"
Malik shrugged
at that. "Who knows?"
Bakura let out
a quiet grunt before eying Malik. "Speaking of sex, think there's going to
be any in the rewrite?"
Malik blinked as
his face turned red again. "...Why are you so concerned about that?"
"Because we never had sex, damn it!" Bakura
slammed his fist down onto the sofa cushion. "They went all the way to
NC-17, but we still didn't go all the
way!"
Malik eyed
Bakura oddly, his face a brilliant shade of red. "...You sound as if you
were looking forward to it."
Bakura gave
Malik an odd look of his own. "You weren't?"
"I didn't
say that." Malik retorted.
Bakura arched
one eyebrow upwards. "Then what were you saying?"
"I was
just pointing out that you were looking forward to it." Malik replied
cheekily.
"Che." Bakura snorted in
irritation. "You're such a brat."
"And
you're an ass," Malik smirked. "That makes us even."
Bakura leaned
forward slightly as he gazed intently at Malik. "They better keep you like
this in the rewrite so I can enjoy nailing your smug ass against the
wall."
"...Don't
you mean to the wall?" Malik
arched an eyebrow.
Bakura simply
grinned wickedly in response.
Malik stared at
Bakura for a moment, before making a face. "...Pervert."
Bakura
chuckled evilly and leaned back against the sofa again, looking rather smug.
"So what do you think all that excess symbolism was about?"
Malik blinked
at the subject change, but didn't say anything as he was rather thankful for
it. "Oh, I've already figured that out. But it's really hard to catch, as
it requires you to think outside the box... so to speak."
Bakura cocked
his head to the side slightly. "You understood all of it?"
"Er, no," Malik grimaced slightly. "I've figured
out some of it, but... I meant that I've figured out why it's happening."
"Do
tell," Bakura replied in a somewhat bland tone as he crossed his arms.
"Well,
that..." Malik was cut off from replying when the miniature golden-winged
jackal wearing a red robe with white trim and gold decorations suddenly walked
past them, toddling his way over to the snack machine.
Without a
word, the small creature pointed at the snack machine. The machine exploded,
sending snacks everywhere. The creature reached out to grab the various snacks
it desired, until its arms were completely filled, before it turned and went
back the way it came.
Malik stared
after the creature before turning to fix Bakura with a neutral expression.
"...Well, I can tell you there was no symbolism in that."
Bakura watched
the tiny jackal disappear with an unnerved expression on his face.
"...They eat way too much sugar."
"...That
completely distracted me," Malik sighed as he rubbed his forehead.
"Just like how every shiny new idea seems to distract them, and lead to
the giant quagmire they're calling a story."
"No
wonder they put an end to it," Bakura added and closed one eye due to
irritation.
"I wonder
if anyone will even understand what's happening," Malik sighed wearily.
"I doubt
it, unless we give it away," Bakura retorted snidely.
"I doubt
they'd let us get away with that," Malik chuckled.
"What do
they care?" Bakura threw an arm up into the air in a rather dismissive
manner. "They're the ones who chose to ditch this story in their
'canon'."
"Well,
it's understandable. This story has taken how many years to complete?"
Malik rolled his eyes. "Hah! They're lucky anyone's even reading it
anymore... or would want to read this new one, too."
"That's probably
why they're indecisive about whether the new story's going to be PG-13 or will
be so chock full of smut practically every chapter has sex in it," Bakura
commented rather blandly. "Me, I'd just be happy with nailing your ass at
least once."
Malik stared
at Bakura, looking particularly stunned.
"What?"
Bakura demanded after he noticed the expression on Malik's face. "You
can't tell me you're not frustrated too about them backing off on that after we
got so close."
"...I'm
not going to comment on that," Malik muttered. "It'd encourage
you."
"Right,
right, and this whole bit right here is supposed to be kept something close to
PG-13," Bakura grunted as he made a vague gesture at their surroundings.
Malik glanced
around for a moment as his fingers tapped on the couch. "...Hm."
Bakura glanced
at those tapping fingers, the couch, and then gazed at Malik rather intently.
"...Though there is the NC-17
version..."
"Well,
it'd probably be censored to post on that other site... but..." Malik
trailed off.
Bakura
crouched slightly, a rather predatory smile on his face, but before he could
answer or stand up a large top hat fell on his head. "What the hell?"
Malik turned
around to stare at Bakura before tilting his head. "...It's a hat."
With an
irritated growl Bakura tore off the massive top hat from his head, which was of
a rather loud, garish color. "I take it this is their 'cute' way of saying
'denied'."
"...Or
they're saying you're horny like a rabbit." Malik grinned.
Bakura stared
at Malik oddly. "What?"
Malik pointed
at his ears, still grinning.
Bakura was
silent for a full minute as he gazed intently at Malik. "They put rabbit
ears on my head, didn't they," he guessed at last in a dark tone.
Malik couldn't
help but burst out laughing.
Instantly
Bakura rose up to his feet and strode over to a full length mirror on the wall
that hadn't been there before to verify that indeed his normal ears had been
replaced with a pair of fluffy white rabbit ears, which twitched with the
irritation he felt. "...Bitc..." he began
only to be interrupted as a creampuff inexplicably shot out of a nearby vending
machine and ended up crammed into his mouth, muffling whatever he was going to
say.
Malik was
practically howling with laugher, collapsing on the sofa as he covered his face
as if to try and stifle the sound - albeit uselessly.
Bakura shot
Malik an extremely annoyed look as he bit into the creampuff and removed the
rest from his face. "Did I mention how annoying they could be?" he
asked rhetorically once he chewed and swallowed his mouthful of pastry.
Malik managed
to calm his laughter in to a mixture of snickers and chuckles, though he didn't
bother getting up.
Bakura eyed
Malik as he began to walk over to the sofa where the blond was lying down. Without
warning he suddenly took what was left of the cream puff and splattered the
filling all over Malik's exposed stomach. "Brat."
Malik yowled
and sat up, staring down at his stomach before grimacing as the pastry coated
his skin.
Bakura
chuckled, grinning rather mischievously. "I would clean that up for you,
but if I try what I've got in mind they're going to add a tail to match these
ears," he commented wryly.
"Ugh...,"
Malik grimaced before proceeding to stick his finger in the cream, wiping up
some of it before putting his finger in his mouth. "...Mmm."
Bakura's cheek
twitched. "Oi."
"Mmmmn..." Malik grinned as he sucked on his finger
slightly.
"You're
taking advantage of the fact that I can't pounce on you, aren't you,"
Bakura accused as he gazed at Malik intently.
Malik slowly
slid his finger out of his mouth and flashed Bakura a wicked grin.
"...Careful,
or you're going to have a horny rabbit on your tail," Bakura warned as he
eyed Malik and leaned in a little closer to the other boy.
Malik's
response was to coat his finger in cream before sliding it in to his mouth
again, before moving it in and out in a rather suggestive manner.
Bakura's cheek
twitched again before he got a rather predatory look on his face. "I
warned you."
"Hm?" Malik blinked and
looked at Bakura, feigning confusion - his finger half in his mouth.
Suddenly
Bakura lunged and practically pounced Malik back down into the sofa, pinning
the messy blond beneath him.
Malik yelped
as he was pounced, falling backwards on the sofa. He stared up at the predatory
rabbit, his face slightly flushed. "...Uh."
"I don't
care what they do," Bakura growled, his lustful gaze locked with Malik's.
"I'm going to ravage you and
make you scream my name until you pass out."
"You
shouldn't tempt them like that..." Malik pointed out, his face turning
even redder as he stared up at Bakura from his rather helpless position.
Bakura simply
smiled in a predatory fashion as he leaned down to...
THE
END
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