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Adventures in Yamishipping	By : Cheysulinight Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1095 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Adventures in Yamishipping

Author: Cheysuli

Rated: R

Pairing: Yami/Bakura/Marik

Warnings: Shounen-ai; OOC; and mature themes. You have been warned. If you don't like, don't read.

Chapter Summary: Doctors are evil. Now if only Bakura could convince his lovers of that.

A/N: Decided to keep the title. I rather like it now that I think about it.

A/N2: No offense to any doctors or cops who may read this.

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�Let me go!�
Yami winced as he just barely avoided being kicked in a very... sensitive area and tightened his grip on Bakura. �Bakura, stop it! The neighbors are staring!� he growled as Bakura tried to jerk away from him.
Bakura glared. �Good! Maybe they�ll call the cops and have you arrested for kidnapping! Now let me go!� he screamed as he tried to free his arm from Yami�s grip.
�We are not kidnapping you! We�re taking you to the doctor! Now get in the damn car!� Yami yelled as he finally managed to shove Bakura into the back seat of the car Marik had found... somewhere. Yami was not questioning where the car had come from. He didn�t need to know. Plausible deniability and all that.
�Did you get him in yet?�
Yami turned and glared at his other lover. �Where the hell were you? Do you know what I had to do to get him in there?!� he said, gesturing towards the car... where Bakura was trying to figure out how to open the door. Oh, the wonders of Child Safety Locks. Ra bless whoever invented those.
Child proof caps on the other hand...
Realizing he was drifting again, Yami returned his full attention to Marik. �Well?�
Marik shrugged as he put his tool box in the car�s trunk. �Well, while you were hunting down Bakura, I was doing something productive. I changed the license plates,� he said, smirking as he closed the trunk.
Yami blinked. �Stolen car. Right.� He shook his head as he turned back to the car, really looking at it for the first time since he had noticed it. "Couldn't you have gotten one a little less... conspicuous?� he asked as he studied the bright red Ford Mustang, noticing that Bakura had found something to bang against the window; little cracks were beginning to form on the glass. This was not good.
Marik shrugged. �It was the first one I saw that wasn�t a convertible,� he answered as he walked around to the driver�s side. �You remember the last time I stole a convertible, don�t you?�
Yami shuddered as he watched Marik get in the car, remembering the... convertible incident. Bakura had said that feeling the wind in his hair like that made it seem as if he were flying. Then he had nearly fallen out of the car. Yami still didn�t know why Bakura thought it was a good idea to stand up in a moving vehicle.
Though he was beginning to suspect that maybe Bakura had gotten hit in the head a bit too often. Yami remembered seeing Ryou slap Bakura once or twice when the white haired thief was being particularly difficult. Bakura always looked a bit dazed when that happened; Ryou was obviously stronger than he looked.
Maybe he should have the doctor check for brain damage while they were there.
�Yami, are you planning on getting in the car anytime soon?�
And maybe he should do as Marik said instead of standing here looking stupid.

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�Well, we�re here,� Marik said as he quickly pulled into an empty parking space and shut off the engine.
Yami sighed in relief that the seemingly long drive was over. While Marik�s driving had improved since Malik had forced him to take lessons, he still wasn�t the safest driver. Although he always seemed to be more careful when there was an injured Bakura in the car. Which was depressingly often.
Speaking of Bakura...
Yami glanced back at Bakura, who was sulking in the backseat. He had stopped trying to open the doors half-way through the trip, either finally realizing he couldn�t defeat the child-proof locks - especially with only one working hand - or he had gotten distracted by something. Yami hoped it was the former but looking closer, he could see that Bakura was in fact not sulking and was instead staring at something on the floor.
Curious, Yami leaned over the seat as he tried to see what had Bakura so interested. He blinked when he saw a small pinkish box thing. That was purring and had a little white paw reaching out to play with Bakura�s shoelaces. �Uh... Marik?� he asked, as the box gave a little mew. �Just where did you find this car?�
�At the animal shelter,� Marik answered as he turned around to see what Yami was looking at. �Why?� He blinked as he noticed the carrier. �Oh.�
Bakura smiled before glancing up at his lovers. �Can we keep her?�

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After promising Bakura that he could keep the kitten - but only if he behaved at the doctors - getting Bakura out of the car and into the doctor�s office was surprisingly easy. All they had to do this time was reassure him that the kitten, who he named Snowy, would be all right alone in the car for the hour it would take to get stitches, fill out the necessary paperwork, and pay for everything. It was a rather cool day, plus they had parked in the shade, so they were pretty sure they had not unintentionally lied.
This was a great relief to Yami and Marik since usually they had to physically restrain Bakura and carry him kicking and screaming to even get him out of the car. They would never understand just why Bakura hated the doctor so much. Dr. Reynolds was such a nice man.
But anyways, they had successfully gotten Bakura out of the car and were now leading him through the building�s entrance and into the waiting room. And Bakura was being surprisingly well behaved. Even though he was obviously nervous and wanted to be anywhere other than here, he was not trying to escape. No, he was just dragging his feet and clinging desperately to Yami as Marik walked up to the desk and began talking to the nurse.
Yami scowled as he watched Marik argue with the nurse. This was another reason he wished Bakura would be more careful. With all the times they had brought him in with broken bones or cuts or concussions, it was obvious that people suspected he was being abused. And judging from Marik�s shouting and the nurse�s suspicious and angry gaze, they had to once again convince her that there was no need to call the police.
They had failed to convince her once and the police had harassed them for weeks - showing up unexpectedly several times a day, inspecting the house for any illegal activities, taking notes on their behavior, and talking to Bakura when Marik and Yami weren�t around. Thankfully, the police had realized that Bakura was just careless and that no abuse was taking place. They had apologized for any inconvenience they had caused and then they left - though not before telling them to lock up all sharp objects and to board up the upstairs windows. Apparently one of the cops had seen Bakura knock out the glass to the bedroom window and lean a bit too far out. If that cop hadn�t been there to grab a hold of him, Bakura would have probably fallen and broken his neck.
Though Yami really wanted to know why the cop had followed Bakura into the bedroom and why Bakura felt he needed to jump out the window. Bakura was not that fond of heights and would never lean out a second story window unless he felt it was his only escape. Yami had decided then that cops were evil... and that made him wonder why the cops kept bringing an upset Bakura home in the middle of the night when Yami knew he hadn�t done anything to get in trouble.
Though that hadn�t happened since Yami and Marik had told Bakura he wasn�t allowed to leave the house after dark anymore. And surprisingly, Bakura hadn�t argued. It was if he had wanted them to tell him that; though Yami didn�t understand why he had always gone out after dark if he hadn�t wanted to.
Though the phone calls from Ryou probably had something to do with it.
And Marik was done yelling now and was smiling victoriously at the still scowling nurse so it must be time for Bakura to see the doctor. Now all Yami had to do was convince Bakura to release his arm.

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Doctors were evil. Bakura knew this and couldn�t understand why no one else could see it. They were more evil than cops and Barney... though maybe not as evil as BooBah. Those things were scary. Bakura couldn�t understand why kids seemed to enjoy them and he felt sorry for those parents who were forced to watch those shows over and over and over and over and...
Bakura had just realized Yami and Marik had left the room. They had left him alone with the evil Dr. Reynolds who was smiling a very creepy smile at him. This... was not good.
�Hello, Bakura,� Dr. Reynolds purred as he reached out to stroke Bakura�s hair. �I hear you�ve been a naughty boy and hurt yourself again.� He sighed, shaking his head as he let his hand trail down Bakura�s arm. �Whatever shall I do with you?�
Bakura tensed and moved away from him, praying that his lovers returned quickly.

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Yami hated paperwork. He didn�t know why they had to fill it out every time they came here; the forms never changed and neither did Bakura�s information, so redoing them made absolutely no sense. And this time Marik wasn�t here to help, having gone back to the car to check on Snowy. Stupid cat, distracting Marik when it knew Yami needed the blond�s help with these Ra damned forms!
And the forms were so long too. The forms were never this long when it was Marik or Yami who were hurt. Maybe Bakura�s forms were so long because he got hurt more often? That made a small amount of sense... but some of these questions seemed rather personal and unnecessary.

Is the patient a virgin?
If no, how many sexual partners has the patient had?
Does the patient like being touched?
Does the patient often have episodes of unexplained fear and/or does he claim he has been sexually abused?

Yami felt he was missing something.

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The doctor had finished stitching Bakura�s hand in ten minutes and had spent the remainder of Bakura�s appointment trying to convince him that it would be a good idea to have a complete physical. Bakura had spent the remainder of his appointment trying to convince the doctor he didn�t need one.
Bakura hated physicals. Dr. Reynolds always tried to get him to take off his clothes and when Bakura refused, the doctor would shake his head before trying to strip Bakura himself. Bakura would always slap his hands away and the doctor would then pat the thief�s head and call him a naughty boy.
This would continue for nearly an hour, Bakura occasionally failing to avoid groping hands, before Yami and Marik finally returned to the room and found him cowering in the corner with the doctor standing over him.
And the doctor always told them what a nice boy Bakura was.
Fortunately, Bakura didn�t have to deal with that today. Yami had returned earlier than expected, yelling something about forms and realizations and pedophiles. He had then pulled Bakura into his arms before glaring at the doctor and leading Bakura from the room.
Bakura, although rather confused and disoriented, was extremely grateful.

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Yami was furious. After thinking hard about the questions on the forms, he finally realized why Bakura hated - no, feared - the doctor so much. The monster was molesting him. Yami wasn�t sure how far the abuse had gone... although he had to admit it probably hadn�t gone so far as rape since Bakura rarely shied away from Yami�s or Marik�s advances - and now that he thought about it, the only times Bakura did shy away were right after he had been to the doctor�s.
It made Yami wonder why it had taken so long for him to notice.
And why didn�t Bakura say anything? Didn�t he know he could tell his lovers anything? Didn�t he know they would do anything to keep him safe? Or... maybe he had tried to tell them. Yami had lost count of all the times Bakura said he hated the doctor... or that the doctor was evil or that the doctor was creepy.
Yami sighed as he led Bakura towards the car where Marik and Snowy were waiting. He looked over at Bakura, who was watching him quietly in confusion. It was if he hadn�t expected anyone to come to his rescue. Yami smiled sadly at him, hugging him closer, as he realized just what he and Marik had done.
They had failed to protect Bakura.

TBC...

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A/N3: Although most of this fic is humor, parts of it are not meant to be funny. Such as certain parts of this chapter. So don�t accuse me of finding humor in the behavior of certain people.
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