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Baku, Ra, to Ringu: UnCut	By : KimyouTeki Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4030 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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KimyouTeki: This chapter is dedicated to OBSESSED Uber Rei, who inspired me to write it!

Bakura was pacing back and forth in the livingroom, grumbling to himself.
Malik entered, holding a glass of lemonade. Bakura was so lost in thought, he didn't notice Malik's arrival.
Malik trotted up and stood in Bakura's path, forcing him to stop and look at him. Malik smiled suspiciously as he shoved the glass up under Bakura's nose. "Want some?"
"No. Are those fools done eating yet? Time is running out."
"We've decided to go to KaibaLand and see if our enemy shows up to duel Little Yugi." Keeping his eyes locked with Bakura's, he took a sip, then licked his lips. "I told the others you and I would go."
Bakura's face warmed, and he felt a sudden need to take a backwards step from Malik. Why is he looking at me like that?
Malik set the glass down on the coffee table, and went to get his cloak. Bakura followed.
"We'll take my motorcycle--" He stopped, head lowered. After a second, he looked at Bakura again. "We'll take a cab."
After they were gone, Hiro, ShuChan, and Ryou came out of the kitchen.
Ryou looked around, then said, more to himself than to anyone else, "Where are Malik and Bakura?"
o o o
The cab driver nervously glanced into his rearview mirror, at his fares, who sat in the backseat wearing long deep purple cloaks with small ornamental golden chains on the hoods. All he could see of their faces was their mouths and chins. The first one had dark skin and a sinister smile.
"Got a problem?"
He jumped and forced his eyes back to his driving. "Uh, no, Sir!"
The other, paler one growled, "Pay more attention to your job."
The driver was sweating bullets. "Right, right. Oh, there's KaibaLand!" He sped up.
o o o
Standing at the edges of the crowd was a certain reporter, doing breathing exercises while her cameraman counted down.
"heee, hooo, heee, hooo..." She smiled, and spoke into the mic: "This is Keiko Reiko Hanayamaguchi, outside KaibaLand, where 2500 rabid Duel Monsters fans have gathered to watch world champion Yugi Mutou duel an unknown opponent! On the line are the championship title and the three rarest Duel Monsters cards in existence-- Slifer the Sky Dragon, Obelisk the Tormentor, and The Winged Dragon of Ra!"
Bakura was chagrined, but not surprised at the circus out in front of KaibaLand. "It's 9 am Thursday morning. Don't these assholes have jobs, or school?"
Malik caught sight of the news reporter, and took hold of Bakura's hand. He jerked and shook it away, then glared murderously at Malik.
"Don't be such a prick. We have to get away from that reporter. She'll recognize me."
No one noticed the two slinking around to the back of the building.
o o o
The splashing of water echoed off the walls as Anzu washed her face. Arms braced on the sides of the basin, she sighed and lifted her head to stare at her reflection in the mirror.
First Jou disappears, now we can't reach Kaiba. This is like one of those B-horror flicks from the seventies!
She began patting her face dry with rough paper towels. But I can't let Yugi see how scared I am! He needs someone to help him stay strong, and I'm all he's got left!
o o o
The inside of KaibaLand was dead quiet. Malik and Bakura marched down a narrow, poorly lit concrete hallway, their hoods down, their cloaks flowing majestically.
Malik stole a glance at Bakura. He had to speed up to stay beside him.
"We must hurry and find the arena Yugi's in before they open the doors and let all those fools in."
"I just hope we can convince him not to go through with it."
The corner of Bakura's mouth perked. "Have you lost faith in him already? Me, I can't wait to see how he fares against that rotten bitch."
Malik looked down at the floor. "Do you really think she'll show up? The thought of facing her... it ties my stomach in a knot."
Bakura rolled his eyes. "You've turned into such a fragile creature since dueling Yami. I find it sickening."
"Did you like me better before that?"
"I never liked you. I don't like anyone." He felt a twinge of deja vu, remembering his conversation in the kitchen with Fluffy.
The hallway ended at a door. They opened it and found themselves in a larger hallway.
Malik hissed and covered his ears. "That sound..."
Bakura looked around. "Calm down. There's a TV on nearby. Besides, it's not Saturday yet." Malik followed him down the hallway towards the sound. Bakura didn't take notice of Malik's slender fingers gripping a handful of the thief's cloak.
"Does that mean we're guaranteed not to die today?"
"Sure." If that'll shut you up. I should've brought Fluffy.
They found the source of the sound, a security room. A guard sat before a bank of tiny black and white TVs, eating a donut. He chewed happily, humming a jaunty tune through his mouthful of food.
Standing right behind him, Bakura arched an eyebrow. Malik stepped back and leaned out the door, looking up and down the hall until he spotted the camera, a shiny black bubble on the ceiling.
The security guard stopped humming and leaned towards one of the moniters. He saw someone standing in his doorway.
"Hnh?"
Malik waved at the camera.
The guard gulped down his food and spun his chair around just in time to take the heel of Bakura's palm in his jaw. He fell back, taking his chair to the floor with him.
Laughing, Malik joined Bakura in looking over all the moniters.
"Why are there so many moniters? This is an arcade, not a casino!"
He caught Malik staring at him with a thoughtful, disheartened look in his eyes, their color deepened by the soft light.
He sweatdropped. "Stop staring at me."
He exhaled softly through his nose. "... He said you were good."
"What?"
"Fluffy. He said you were a good kisser."
Bakura gasped as his eyes widened and his jaw dropped open.
Note to self: KILL FLUFFY!
Malik's eyes narrowed. "Why, Bakura? Why him, and not me?"
"What?"
Malik stepped towards Bakura, making him retreat. "Before you became friends with Ryou or Fluffy, you were my partner, in Battle City. The first time I had feelings for anyone, they were for you."
Sweat shone on Bakura's face. He grunted as his back thumped against the wall. "What the fucking hell? Where is this coming from?"
Malik rested his palms on the wall, just above Bakura's shoulders. His brow was furrowed. "I kept it to myself because I thought you were straight. I was even afraid you'd hate me."
Bakura's eyes wavered. The look in Malik's eyes... it was somewhere between Ryou's kindness, and Fluffy's lust. Bakura didn't realize that his breathing had become shallow, and he was trembling.
Malik leaned towards him. When he realized Malik intended to kiss him, Bakura made a surprised sound in his throat and turned away. Malik stopped. "Why not?"
Bakura flattened himself, trying to disappear into the wall, wishing he could find the courage to push Malik away. He squeezed his eyes shut. What's wrong? Why am I so scared right now?
Malik's voice took on an angry edge. "Why not? What the hell's wrong with me?"
"Just get away from me."
"No."
Bakura looked at Malik with wide eyes.
Lavender eyes stared him down. "Push me away, if that's what you want." He moved closer again. Bakura was completely frozen as Malik closed the distance between them, pressing every inch of their bodies against each other. Their faces brushed against each other, and Malik's lips touched Bakura's earlobe. His voice was soft, but clear.
"You don't even realize it, do you? How beautiful you are..."
He softly, soundlessly kissed Bakura's earlobe. Bakura sighed and closed his eyes. There was something intoxicating about the warmth of a human body so close to his. He felt so hot... on fire...
He forgot about the curse, the duel, Yugi waiting in the arena, everyone else waiting at the hotel. He lost awareness of the room, the building, the city, the planet. However, he was keenly aware of his hands on the small of Malik's back, holding the Egyptian close. Malik laced Bakura's jawline with butterfly kisses until their lips were just barely touching. Their eyes opened long enough to exchange a look before they shared their first kiss.
Malik's fingers raked themselves through Bakura's hair. Bakura's hands ran over grooves, the carvings in his back. Malik grunted into the kiss, but didn't seem to mind, so Bakura slid his hand up under the purple midi.
He felt Malik's tongue pressing along the seam of his lips. He opened his eyes a little, feeling afraid.
Malik pulled back, a little out of breath. "Don't be scared." He looked down at Bakura's lips. "You are a good kisser. Your lips... They're soft..." He quickly closed his lips over Bakura's, delving into his mouth, sighs and soft moans intermingling.
They broke for air and gazed at each other. Bakura licked his lips, still shaking as Malik's hands lightly caressed the pale skin under his shirt, down his chest, fingers undoing silver buttons and slipping under the waistband of his pants.
Malik couldn't take his eyes away from Bakura's.
"So beautiful..."
Bakura gasped as Malik took hold of him, and clutched Malik's arm without a second thought.
Malik smiled and moved closer to murmurr against Bakura's lips. His hand stroked Bakura gently as Bakura's gasps caressed Malik's lips.
Eyes squeezed shut, all he felt or heard was Malik:
"You and I belong together. We're linked. We're both outsiders... We're both in love with Ryou..."
Bakura's eyelids snapped open.
With a grunt, Malik crashed into the floor, tasting blood. It took him a few seconds to realize that Bakura had punched him, and now stood over him, glaring at him as he'd always feared.
"Why--?"
"Shut the fuck up." He went to the door and stopped long enough to say, "After this is over, I want you and that perverted yami of yours to stay away from RaChan. The last thing my hikari needs is sickos like you corrupting him." At that, he stalked down the hall to find Yugi.
Malik licked the blood from his lips, staring at the doorway.
Sickos like us... You're an idiot.
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