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Different Kind of Love	By : SecretSoul Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 782 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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SecretSoul: moving on�and�if it seems rushed�it probably was. Sorry. I�m not trying to rush, just read it, you�ll like it and you know it ^_~
Different Kind of Love : Chapter 4
Bakura rolled over and opened his eyes, finding Marik and Malik laughing at something on the tv while smoking cigarettes and getting drunk.
�Look who�s finally awake!� Malik smiled, noticing their white haired friend was now conscious.
�What time is it?� Bakura asked, slowly sitting up.
�Almost midnight� Marik answered, �Drink something, wake up!� he laughed.
Bakura rolled his eyes with a smile and got up, slowly walking to the bathroom to pee. After flushing and washing his hands he went to join his friends. After ordering a pizza and finishing off all the alcoholic drinks, the three gathered their things and checked out of the motel. Marik sped down the road to the church, swerving a bit on the road and screeching to a stop in front of the stone building. The three got out of the car and trying to muffle their laughter went over to the building and spray painted an upside down pentacle on the front, oak wooden doors.
�They are so gonna freak out when they see that� Bakura chuckled.
�We need to get inside� Marik said, going over to a window to see if it was unlocked.
�What if they have an alarm system?� Malik asked with a giggle, spray painting a bloody skull face on another window.
�Here, this window�s open� Marik said, opening a window towards the back of the building and climbing inside.
Bakura and Malik followed and the three spend two hours spray painting their graffiti on the statues and pews. Marik put breasts on a statue of Mary and Bakura put a dick on Jesus on a crucifix. Malik used the rest of his can to put a skeleton of a dragon along an entire pew, blood and skin hanging from its sharp teeth. Bakura laughed as he put in bloody letters, �Satan was here�. Marik couldn�t help but laugh loudly as he put on the carpet, �Three homosexual male demons had sex here�.
�Come on, let�s cum on the carpet where I wrote this� Marik whispered, unzipping his pants.
�Oh this is sick� Bakura smirked, unzipping his pants as well, the two starting to masturbate next to the lettering.
�Was this the idea I gave you?� Malik asked Marik, walking over to join the two.
�Yeah�� Marik breathed and with a free hand pulled Malik close to him and kissed him.
Malik smiled as they pulled apart and he reached for Bakura with a free hand and began to kiss him. Marik moaned as he watched the two kiss, the scene only making him hornier. Ten minutes later the three came on the carpet and Malik volunteered to lick off both Bakura and Marik�s extra cum from their dicks and then he wiped his own off with his hand and licked it off.
�That was fun� Malik giggled, licking his lips.
�Let�s get out of here� Bakura said with a stretch.
The three got in to Marik�s car and sped out of the church parking lot and soon were on the highway. Marik had rock music blasting the speakers, mostly so he�d stay awake.
�That was so awesome! I still can�t believe we did that!� Malik laughed.
�I know! I wonder who they�ll blame for it?� Bakura laughed as well.
�As crazy as those church people are they�ll probably think demons really did do it� Marik chuckled.
After driving about three hours and going 90 mph on the highway the three suddenly seen red and blue flashing lights and a siren go off.
Malik turned around in his seat, �Um, Marik, I think that cops� after us.�

�Fuck!� Marik cursed, temporarily contemplating trying to outrun the cop but eventually slowed down enough to pull over.
The police officer waited about five minutes before getting out of his car and walked up to the driver�s window, Marik having already rolled down the window. The office took his flashlight out and shined it right in Marik�s eyes, noticing they were bloodshot and he had circles under his eyes.
�Do you realize you were going 35 miles over the speed limit?� the officer finally spoke.
�I didn�t have a clue� Marik smirked.
Not looking amused the officer looked at Malik and Bakura, �So where yeah heading at five a.m. in the morning?� he asked.
�Our dying grandma� Malik volunteered.
�All of you are related?� the officer asked, once again looking at Bakura, noticing all three seemed to have bloodshot, tired eyes and they also looked to only be in their teens.
�Yup� Bakura smiled.
�I�m going to have to ask all of you to step out of the car. I�m going to conduct sobriety tests on all three of you� he ordered, stepping back from the door, �And I�m going to need to see all three of your drivers� licenses� he added.
�Oh come on� Marik rolled his eyes, letting his head fall back on his head rest.
�Step out of the vehicle� the officer said sternly.
�Hey, we�re not drunk, just give him the damn ticket so we can get out of here� Bakura glared.
The officer pulled out his gun and pressed the talk button on the walkie talkie that was velcrowed to his shoulder, �Get out of the vehicle!� he ordered and then requested back up.
�Alright, god� Malik was first to comply, getting out of the car, the three only having their fake ID�s with them.
The cop took Malik�s ID, just sticking it in his pocket and just kept his gun aimed on Malik.
�Turn around and place your hands on the hood of the car� he ordered.
�Not the first time I�ve heard that� Malik shrugged with a smile and complied.
Soon another cop car arrived with two officers in it and they quickly got out of their cars, both with their guns already drawn and they both started shouting at Marik and Bakura to get out of the car. And as soon as they had arrived the first officer grabbed Malik�s arms and quickly handcuffed him.
�Let him go!� Marik demanded, getting out of the car but was immediately cuffed by one of the other cops, the third yelling at Bakura to get out of the car.
Bakura angrily got out of the car and was handcuffed and he watched as Marik struggled with the cop arresting him and was put in the second car while himself and Malik were put in the first car.
�You can�t do anything to us, we�re only sixteen� Bakura said to the cop as they drove off towards the police station.
�Oh really? Says on your ID you�re 22� the cop reminded.
�Shows how stupid you are� Bakura grumbled, looking out the window and trying to hold back his tears.
Soon the three found themselves in a jail cell with three other men. Two looked as though they were in a gang, one being Hispanic and the other Korean, and then there was an African American man that looked average, but was probably there just for the night for being drunk.
�I can NOT believe we�re in jail� Bakura ran an angry hand through his hair.
�I really don�t want to do community service again� Marik sighed, �Just wait until they find out I�ve been in jail before.�
�Yeah, I remember that. It really wasn�t your fault� Malik sighed.
�What�d you guys do?� the Hispanic young man asked.
�Well, I was driving under the influence and resisted arrest� Marik answered.
�Prostitution� Malik smiled.
�Actually, they found us giving a human sacrifice to Satan� Bakura said sarcastically.
�Don�t fuck with me, man� the man glared.
�Prostitution, huh?� the Korean man smiled at Malik.

�Yeah, I�m his pimp� Marik put a possessive arm around Malik�s waist.
The African American man just shook his head, �All three of you are full of shit.�
�Why are you guys here?� Bakura asked curiously.
�We raped and robbed some lady� the Hispanic guy answered for himself and his Korean friend.
�Selling cigarettes to minors� the African American man sighed.
�Bakura?� Mr. Ryou came in the room, worry on his face.
�Dad?� Bakura stood from sitting on the bench and went to the bars.
�Are you ok?� Mr. Ryou asked.
�Yeah� Bakura shrugged.
Mr. Ryou�s worry turned to anger, �What the hell are you thinking? All three of you! Vandalizing a church, speeding, driving under the influence, possession of illegal drugs, drinking under age, smoking under age!� he fumed.
�How�d they know it was us at the church?� Malik asked.
�For one, someone saw your car leave the parking lot, second of all, your cum had your DNA in it� Mr. Ryou answered the blond Egyptian.
�Hey, we were drunk� Malik defended their careless actions.
Mr. Ryou rolled his eyes, �All of you will be getting community service. They�re thinking about sending Marik to a juvenile camp since this is his second offense, they�re going to see what his parents have to say.�
Marik chuckled bitterly, �Yeah, ok� he shook his head.
�Malik Ishtar, this is by FAR the dumbest thing you�ve done� Isis scolded her younger brother as she entered next, her hands on her hips.
�Isis, come on, I�ve done worse and you know it� Malik reminded his legal guardian.
The Hispanic and Korean men began to laugh, �So just how old are you babies?� the Korean man laughed.
�Sixteen� Mr. Ryou said, still angry with his son, and his answer only making the gang members laugh harder.
An officer came in and opened the door for Malik and Bakura to leave.
�Isis, I don�t want to go until Marik�s dad shows up, ok?� Malik begged his sister.
�Fine� Isis sighed.
�Well we�re leaving, say good night, Bakura� Mr. Ryou said still upset.
�I�ll see you guys later� Bakura sighed and followed his father out of the station.
�Bakura, I am very disappointed. This is going too far� Mr. Ryou began to lecture as they got inside his car.
Bakura slammed his door shut and glared out his window, �We just wanted to have some fun.�
�And did you?� Mr. Ryou asked, getting on the highway and driving towards home.
Bakura was quiet a moment, as if actually thinking about the question, �I had more fun than I would have in school� he finally answered.
Mr. Ryou sighed, �Do you really hate school that much?�
Bakura shrugged, �Its just boring. I don�t want to think about it. I just�want to live right now. I�m going to have to be responsible and serious the rest of my adult life. This is the only time I have� he looked at his dad, �Didn�t you feel the same at my age?�
�I suppose. But Bakura, there are a lot of ways to have fun and still get school done and without breaking the law� Mr. Ryou pointed out.
�Like what? Going to the mall? Come on� Bakura shook his head.
Mr. Ryou sighed and the two were silent until they reached home. They got inside, the sun starting to come up since it was about seven in the morning now. Mr. Ryou let his son go to bed, even though it was a school day; he knew Bakura wouldn�t be much of a good student if he was tired.
Around five that evening Bakura woke up and took a shower. He then walked in to the living room, finding his dad sitting on the couch with his feet up typing on a laptop.
�Sleep good?� Mr. Ryou asked, watching Bakura go in to the kitchen, �I made tacos for dinner� he informed, going back to typing.
Bakura came back in the living room after putting some food in the microwave, �Yeah, I slept alright�� he said in a low tone, �What are you doing?� he asked sitting next to his dad on the couch and laying his head on his shoulder and looking at the screen.
�It�s just a letter� Mr. Ryou answered, putting an arm around Bakura and rubbing his back.
�To who?� Bakura asked after reading a bit of it.
Mr. Ryou sighed and closed the laptop, �A colleague� he answered, putting the computer on an end table and holding his son closer.
Bakura put an arm over his dad�s stomach, moving his head more towards his dad�s chest, �Looked personal.�
Mr. Ryou heard the microwave beep, signaling it was done, �Your dinner�s ready.�
Bakura sat up a bit, �Who was it to?� he asked, tears slowly forming in his eyes, �And you�re leaving soon. I seen that in the letter. You said two weeks, dad� Bakura said as if betrayed. �Why are you always leaving? Do you really HAVE to? Why are you always volunteering for the assignments that are out of town? You say you care but you don�t!� Bakura let go of his dad and covered his face as he tears fell, only making him more angry for being so weak; he was hoping that one day he wouldn�t cry so much when he was hurt.
�Bakura, please� Mr. Ryou put his arms around his son and held him close, �I do care�I care very, very much� he gently lowered Bakura�s hands from his face and tilted his head to look at him, �I do care� he said softly, wiping Bakura�s tears away. He sighed and took his glasses off to wipe away a tear from one of his eyes and he laid his eye wear on the coffee table.
�Then�why are you leaving so soon?� Bakura asked with a sniff.
Mr. Ryou hesitated to speak and moved some of Bakura�s bangs from his eyes and looked at his son, �I love you, Bakura. I�m leaving sooner than planned because�its best� he just couldn�t be blunt.
�Why?� Bakura barely said above a whisper, still not understanding.
Mr. Ryou kissed Bakura�s forehead and rubbed his cheek lightly against Bakura�s right cheek, �Because I love you� he whispered in his ear and brushed his lips back across Bakura�s cheek.
He hesitated, his lips only a centimeter away from Bakura�s. Bakura reached up and wiped a tear from his father�s eye, then ran a hand slowly down his cheek and then closed the gap between them, closing his eyes as he felt his father�s tongue enter his mouth, his strong arms wrapping around him. Bakura moaned as the kiss became more passionate. Mr. Ryou slowly pulled away and starred at his son, both their lips swollen and both breathing hard.
�We can�t do this� Mr. Ryou sighed, releasing his arms from his son.
�Why not?� Bakura asked, his brows together in worry.
�Its illegal and�its wrong, Bakura� Mr. Ryou looked at his son apologetically, �It can�t happen. That�s why I leave so much. I can�t�I know you need parents�� he looked down ashamed, �I�m sorry.�
Bakura could feel himself slowly becoming numb, �And the letter?� he asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
�Her name is Colleen Hewett. She has interest in me and�soon I�m going to ask her to marry me so you�ll at least have a mother figure here and this�this can stop� Mr. Ryou looked at his son, knowing he was going to be upset, �And honestly you�and I, should get counseling.�
�So you�re just going to ignore your feelings? Hide who you are? Do what you�re fucking SUPPOSE to do?� Bakura asked angry and hurt at the same time.
�Bakura, you know its best� Mr. Ryou said logically.
�Can�t we have just one night, then? One night to remember while you�re fucking someone you don�t love?� Bakura asked, knowing he was being desperate to be close to the person he loved.
�Bakura, no. That kiss shouldn�t have happened� Mr. Ryou shook his head.
Bakura didn�t know what to do; he felt things he never had before and was in a situation he had never been in before. He stood and just went to his room, closing the door and laying down on his bed, hugging his pillow. Only fifteen minutes later the phone rang, Bakura letting his father answer it.
Mr. Ryou knocked on Bakura�s door, �It�s for you� he said softly and just walked away.
Bakura sighed and picked up his phone, �Hello?� he answered in a depressed tone.
�Bakura, could�could you come over?� Malik sniffed, obviously crying.
Bakura sat up, �Sure, I�ll be there in a minute� he said and hung up.
Bakura put his shoes on and with a deep breath walked out of his room, �I�m going to Malik�s� he informed his father.
�Alright� Mr. Ryou nodded, �I�ll see you when you get home.�
Bakura just kind of looked away and walked out of the house and drove over to Malik�s apartment building and going to the second floor. He knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer.
�Oh, hello Bakura� Isis answered, looking as though she had been crying as well and let Bakura inside, �Malik�s in his room� she informed.
Bakura went to his friend�s room and closed the door. He sat on the bed next to Malik, who�s eyes were all red from crying, a few tissues on the floor.
�What�s wrong?� Bakura asked.
�Have you been given a court date yet?� Malik asked with another sniff.
�I guess. Malik, I know you�re avoiding why you�re crying� Bakura put a supportive arm around Malik�s shoulders.
Malik licked his lips, �You�you know how they tested our�cum?� he asked, fidgeting with the tissue currently in his hands.
�Yeah� Bakura nodded, wondering what that had to do with anything.
�Marik is my�my twin brother� Malik cried again, hugging Bakura.
�Huh?� Bakura, for the second time that evening, was baffled.
Malik sat back up, �See�my parents divorced when I was just a baby and Isis was only three�and, Isis and I lived with mom, but she, as you know, died only days after Isis turned eighteen so she was able to adopt me afterwards. But Marik and I�s DNA�they said we�re twins! Which means his father is MY fathers�they guy�s a drunk� Malik cried, �And�its illegal for us to be together now. Bakura, I love him! I�We�re IN love. He suggested we leave, like runaway, and to where no one knows we�re brothers but I told him I didn�t want to leave you behind. And he said he didn�t either but you wanted to be with your dad. Bakura, we love you too. You know this� Malik held one of Bakura�s hands, �We�ll miss you so much.�
�Malik, just now my dad confessed he loved me the same way. We even kissed. But then he told me he�s going to marry someone he doesn�t love just so we can�t be together and that he�s going to get counseling for us both� Bakura professed.
�Bakura, I�m sorry� Malik sympathized.

Bakura looked down, �After that I was so confused. I kept thinking about how I felt when that happened. I don�t know how to explain it�there was anger, sadness, confusion�but what I found was�disappointment� Bakura looked back up at Malik�s lavender eyes.
�Why?� Malik asked.
�I don�t know�but�if we do go, if we leave, we�ll have to go to Canada. We owe community service and can be arrested when we�re 18, I think� Bakura reminded.
Malik�s face lit up, �So you�ll come with us?� he asked hopeful.
�Just have to pack� Bakura smiled when Malik�s eyes became bright with joy once again.
�Be ready tomorrow morning. We�ll drive by and pick you up. I love you, Kura� Malik smiled.
�Yeah, cause I�m crazy just like you and Marik, huh?� Bakura chuckled.
�Because you�re yourself just like Marik and me. The world is ours� Malik smiled and kissed Bakura�s lips.
Bakura drove home an hour later, the two having called Marik and told him everything. He walked inside his home with a sigh, //So this is the last time I�ll ever be here, ever sleep here// he thought. His father walked in to the living room from his room.
�Dad, I�m sorry for getting upset. I understand, and�don�t marry that woman if you don�t want, you should be happy� Bakura walked over to his father and hugged him tightly.
�You should be happy too, Bakura� Mr. Ryou hugged his son back.
�I am� Bakura assured, �And I�m starving� he added, going to the kitchen to finally eat.
That morning, reluctantly, Bakura woke up at four. He quietly and quickly dressed and grabbed the bag he packed from underneath his bed. He looked around his room one last time with a sigh and then quietly went to his father�s room. He left a note, just saying that he was leaving and that he loved him, on the night table and he leaned down to kiss his father�s cheek. He then went to the kitchen and put some food in a Wal-Mart bag and walked outside, locking the door. He looked at his house key and decided to just put it under the welcome mat along with the other spare key. He heard Marik�s black, 1987 Firebird drive up to the curb. He smiled and went to the car and put his back in the trunk and got inside.
�Are you sure?� Marik asked, turning around in his seat to look at Bakura.

�Better start driving, takes a long time to get to Canada� Bakura smirked.
�Alright� Marik pressed the gas peddle and soon found the highway.
Bakura stretched his legs out in the back seat and opened his journal that he had carried instead of put in his bag.
�How crazy has this week been? Who would have thought dad loved me back? But you know, once I found that out, I realized I didn�t. Not right away, after thinking about it. He wasn�t who I thought he was. That night really showed me how little I really knew him. He�s a conformist. Willing to sacrifice to be sociably �right�. Malik and Marik found out they were brothers and are going to Canada to be together, not splitting apart even though they�re in love. Guess what? I�m in the car too. Yup. I�m also going to Canada. I love Malik, and Marik, and they both love and care for me very much. They�re perfectly imperfect. They make mistakes, they may not always be �rational� and �logical� and can be impulsive and reckless. But they are 100% themselves. They do what they want and have fun doing it. They�re willing to give up everything for what they believe. Except me, they didn�t want to go without me, shows how much they care, hm? ^_^ ß
what was that? Since when do I put smiley faces in my journal? Anyway, they�re �free spirits� I suppose is what I�ll call them. And I guess I am too�thanks to them. There have been times I thought Duke and the others were right, that they were �bad news� and trouble, and I suppose Noah and Seto now think that about them, but they don�t understand them, and me. We understand each other. Yeah, I know it�ll be hard to get there, and it�ll be hard once we are in Canada. It may not even work out and we could end up in prison�again, but at least we tried. For a bit longer we got away. Added a few more good memories to our lives. Malik�s words are still in my head, �The world is ours�. He�s smarter than I had originally given him credit for. He just sees the positives in life and chooses to be happy. Last night when I seen him cry it just didn�t look right; I hated it. But now, he�s smiling and telling Marik every wonderful thing he sees out his window. Actually, he�s probably the most real, wisest out of us three. And I know dad will worry about me and miss me, and Isis will worry for her brothers, but hopefully one day they�ll realize we�re happy this way and they�ll learn to be happy. I suppose there�s more I could say, I�m thinking a lot of things right now, maybe I�ll right them down later.� Bakura closed his journal and capped his pen.
�Oh, Kura! Did you see the horses we passed?� Malik looked back and smiled at his other lover.
�Yeah, I saw them� Bakura nodded.
Malik smiled and looked back out his window. Bakura balled up his jacket and used his as a pillow to rest his head on and looked out the window across from him, listening to the music playing, a more mellow song called �Storm� by Lifehouse.
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SecretSoul: Ok! Its OVER ppl. Yup, only four chapters. I�m thinking perhaps a sequel? I dunno, what do you think? I suppose if I get at LEAST ten reviews asking for a sequel I�ll write one, ok? Also, there�s this other fic in mind I have, it�d be gory, horror movie-like, etc. I don�t know if I should right it, though. Should there really be another angsty fic out there where ppl die and such? No happy ending? Or is the world better off with one less violent thing?
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