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Saturday in the Park	By : Evilpyecat Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2238 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, nor do I make any profit off of it. I only own this story.

Chapter List
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A.N. - Welcome to Chapter 4!!! We might get to see some of the adventure that I mention in the summary to this story. I don’t know just yet, wherever my mind leads me, I follow. You’ll have to read it to find out. But, before that, let’s get the disclaimer out of the way, shall we?
Here with me today is the epitome of evil, the former ruler of Hell (I can see it, can you?), the bane of a certain Pharaoh’s existence, and this chapter’s disclaimer guy. Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Bakura!!!
*cheers and catcalls from people living in authoress’ imagination*
Bakura: Oh dear gods, not you!!!
E.V.P.: Yes, MEEEEE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Bakura: *starts looking for nearest exit* I’ve got to get away from this crazy bitch, NOW!!!
E.V.P.: Hey!!! You better remember who’s in control of this story, asshole!
Bakura: What more can you do to me? To any of us? We’re already OOC to the nth degree (it rhymes!!!)
E.V.P.: You really don’t want to find out, trust me. *gives her “ I’m plotting evil things to do to you” smile*. Now, do the disclaimer.
Bakura: *sigh/growl combo* whatever. Evilpyecat does not own Yugioh. She does not own any of the characters, or the anime, or the manga, or the damn card game, or anything else that comes in the package. She only owns this horror fest of a mind-fuck that she calls a story. Furthermore…..
E.V.P.: That’s enough, Kura-chan. Now, go get ready for your part.
Bakura: *to the people reading this* HELP ME, PLEASE! PLEASE! AHHHHHHhhhhhhhh…………………..
E.V.P: Enjoy!!! *drags Bakura away*

Last Chapter: Everyone gets to the park.   Yes, they’re there now. Took long enough……….Marik does stuff to Malik on the way to ease the road rage, and Malik continues where he left off when they get there. ‘Kura and Ryou arrive, after getting food to shut the bitchy Yami up. What will they discover as they begin their outing? Well, we’ll see…………………………….
Pairings:
Marik/Malik
Bakura/Ryou

“blah”- speaking
‘blah’ – thinking
//blah//-mind link from yami to hikari
/blah/-mind link from hikari to yami
*blah*-current activity taking place, or announcement of scene shift
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*In the parking lot of the park…………………….*
“Make them stop, ‘Kura! Please?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m going, keep your damn panties on,” was the chuckled reply.
Bakura opened his door, and stepped out of the passenger side of the car. Closing it slowly and carefully, he snuck around the side of the car silently, in the way only a well seasoned veteran of the thieving profession could. Reaching the door to the other vehicle where the two psychos were having at each other noisily, he took a deep breath and snatched it open in a flash. He then proceeded to scare the living shit out of the blonde ones, enjoying every moment of his fun.
“DOMINO POLICE DEPARTMENT! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!”, Bakura roared into the car.
Both Marik and Malik froze, Malik’s legs hooked up over his dark’s shoulders, Marik ceasing the violent piston-like thrusts of his overly large member skewering his light up the ass. Light and dark both were as naked as the day they were born. They let out a synchronized scream that could have brought the dead back to life, throwing themselves away from each other quickly.
“AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
The white-haired one proceeded to fall out on the pavement next to the open door, still hanging on to the handle as he roared with pure mirth. The two inside the car looked over the seat at their assailant, instantly recognizing him. Immediately they began to roar themselves, in outrage.
“WHAT THE FUCK, BAKURA?!”
“DON’T YOU KNOW HOW TO KNOCK, ASSHOLE?!”
“ARE YOU CRAZY OR SOMETHIN’?”
“I’M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS, TOMB RAIDER!!!”
“SADISTIC BASTARD!”
“KEEP LAUGHING BITCH! IT’LL BE YOUR LAST, I PROMISE YOU THAT!”
They continued in this fashion, scrambling to get their discarded garments back on even as Bakura continued to laugh, tears falling from his eyes in rivers, death grip on the door handle. In the driver’s seat of the other vehicle, Ryou hid his face in embarrassment and horror, the scene taking place next to him mortifying him. What made it even worse were the stares of the handful of people scattered around the area getting things out of their cars or strolling around. The light one wanted to just disappear, the earth opening up and swallowing him and the car up whole. Why couldn’t they go anywhere without some kind of drama or prank unfolding. It was really starting to get annoying. Deciding that the situation would only get worse as the minutes ticked by, Ryou readied himself, and opened his door, climbing out of the driver’s side and slamming the door behind him. Placing his hands on his hips, he gazed upon his STILL laughing Yami, and let loose on the sneaky bastard.
“WHY IN THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT? COULDN’T YOU USE A LITTLE MORE TACT THAN THAT? JESUS CHRIST, BAKURA, LET THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON, WHY DON’T YOU?!”
Bakura looked up at his light, and sobered up slightly. Oooh, Ryou looked a little pissed off.
“Bu-but they *snicker* were just *snorted chuckle* asking for it! *snickers and snorts* I couldn’t help myself, love, really!”
Ryou sighed, anger disappearing to only be replaced by disappointment and a touch of sadness. This day wasn’t going to be anything special, he could already tell. It would end up just like any other, the memories joining a multitude of others that he wished he could banish from his mind. Was it really too much to ask to want one day that went smoothly, without any shenanigans from either Yami?
Bakura laughed some more, starting to wind down from his amusement. Using the door handle to help pull himself up off of the ground, he finished off his display of mirth once he had made it back to his feet, with a deep breath and a satisfied sigh. Inside Marik and Malik’s car, the two busted in the act had finished dressing themselves and had fixed their appearance. They now looked like they usually did, although Malik’s hair was still a little on the messy side, and his face sported the tinge of a blush. Marik looked like he always did, a self-satisfied look of smugness stretched across his face, hair sticking up in the air and in all directions as though he had took a ride on a fifty thousand volt electric fence. Ryou, figuring the coast was clear to peek inside, walked over and ducked his head into the car, offering words of apology to them.
“If I had known that was what he was going to do, I would have just blown the horn to get your attention.”
“Aw, don’t worry about it, Ryou-pretty, it’s not your fault you’re dark sides defective.”
Marik grinned at him, eerie looking lavender eyes sparkling at the young light, hoping to dispel the gloom and doom that had cropped up in the tawny brown orbs gazing at him and his lover. It wasn’t Ryou-pretty’s fault, it really wasn’t!
“Yeah, don’t apologize for that bastard. He’s the one that disturbed us.”
Malik didn’t miss the look on his fellow Hikari’s face either, knowing exactly what it was that had put the expression there. Thoughts turning inward, he realized that he wanted the exact same thing that the other one wanted. A day out together, the four of them enjoying what there was to be had, relaxed in their surroundings as they toured the nature-made art show presented to them with open conversation flowing freely between the two couples. A gentle atmosphere, maybe a little romance mixed in, as they explored the park that they, meaning Ryou and himself, had spent time hunting down on the computer to confirm the claims of awe-inspiring beauty they had heard from Yugi awhile back. An atmosphere that did not include the usual antics of the two ancient spirits(1).
Letting out a frustrated sigh, Malik climbed over the front seats and out of the passenger door, followed by Marik, both giving an identical look to Bakura that promised a future death.
The four people stood between their cars bathed in morning sunshine, enjoying the perfect weather. It was a little warm, but a soft cool breeze was blowing that complimented it perfectly. It was one of those days that seem surreal, everything seeming to give off a slight shimmering glow, the colors of nature barely contained within the visual spectrum.
“It’s the perfect day,” Malik said.
Ryou agreed, pushing the dark thoughts away for the time being. “Yes, a beautiful day for an outing.”
“Yeah, the perfect day for a mass homicide,” Bakura grunted.
Marik nodded his head, siding with Bakura on the matter.
Both lights rolled their eyes. Ryou turned and reached back into his car, grabbing the keys and heading for the trunk.
“Well, let’s get a move on,” he said, a soft smile playing on his lips. Malik quickly followed suit.
They proceeded to gather their picnicking gear, which had been tied up at their houses into bundles, and passed it off to their Yamis to carry. After making sure their cars were locked, the two couples started making their way towards the entrance to the park grounds. The Hikaris chatted happily with each other, a bounce in their steps. The dark ones trailed behind the two, muttering to themselves and each other, making a comparison between the two’s rears.
“Gods, Ryou has a hot ass,” Bakura murmured. Marik looked at Ryou, and nodded his head.
“Yeah, he does, doesn’t he? But, Maliks looks firmer, Marik stated.   Bakura observed the blonde Hikari.
“Mmm, maybe. You’d be surprised though. Ryou works out on a daily basis. You best better believe his is tight as hell, even if it does look soft.”
Marik tilted his head in thought.
“Well, Malik might not be much for exercise, but he really doesn’t need it. I give him all the workout he needs.”
The two perverts gazed lustily at the display in front of them, the nature of their thoughts given away by the smirks plastered across their faces. Bakura nodded his head, coming to a conclusion on the matter.
“So, we can agree that those are two fine slabs of booty meat in front of us, right?” he asked. Marik nodded.
“Oh, hell yeah. No doubt about that. Mighty fine, mighty fine indeed. Hey, do you think they’re swinging their hips like that on purpose, or is it just how they naturally walk?”
As Marik and Bakura continued their observations of the immediate “scenery”, Malik and Ryou strolled on, their conversation focused on what they wanted to do.
“Should we go explore up one of the trails, or go down and walk around the lake a little?” Ryou asked.
“Definitely the lake first. I wanna go see the ducks,” said Malik.
“Do you think they have some feed for them on sale?”
“I hope so. I wonder if you can pet them?”
Ryou laughed at that. Malik always wanted to mingle with animals, domestic and stray.
“I don’t know, but I would be careful if I were you. Ducks can be kind of aggressive, especially mothers with their little ones.” The thought of baby ducks made Malik squeal with delight.
“Oooh, I wanna get one to take home! Do ya think the park officials will let you?” Ryou arched an eyebrow at him.
“Do you actually think taking a duck, let alone ANY type of animal home with you is a wise choice?”
“Hey, I managed to keep Marik from killing my cat.”
“That’s only because it entertained him.”
“Yeah, he loved the “presents” it brought home to us. Sometimes I wonder if he was more upset over it being run over than I was. I mean, look what he did to the woman who hit it.”
“Nah, he was more upset over you being so distraught over its death.”
“Ya think so?”
“Oh yes, I know so. Bakura told me about the conversation they had after it had happened.”
They continued to chat as they reached the main walkway that led down through the parks recreation areas to the lake. An archway crossed over the path with a sign attached that said, “Welcome to Lake Sagami.”(2) The parking lot ended at the entrance to the path. About to walk under the archway, something caught Bakura’s attention. Turning his head to the left and looking, he noticed a car parked next to the entrance. He let out a groan, immediately recognizing who it belonged to. He called out to the other three, who had kept on walking.
“Hey!”
The three stopped and turned around, looking at him questioningly.
“Maybe we should find another park to go to.”
They looked at each other in confusion, and then back at Bakura. Ryou spoke.
“Why? What’s wrong?”
Bakura pointed at the vehicle. Ryou, Malik, and Marik looked in the direction his finger was aimed at, and spotted what had his attention. The lights looked at the car in slight surprise, and Marik moaned, not pleased at all at what he saw.
The car was a 2012 Lamborghini Gallardo LP 570-4 Superleggera(3), metallic ice blue in color. On the front of it was a vanity plate with the letters “RCHBTCH” printed on it. Malik was the first to comment.
“Huh. Wonder what he’s doing here?”
Ryou turned his head to him, same puzzled look mirrored on his face.
“Furthermore, who is he here with?”
Marik had a question of his own to voice.
“And why in the hell would he bring them here, of all places?”
Bakura agreed.
“Yeah, couldn’t he have just taken them to the fucking Bahamas or something?”
The owner of the vehicle in question was no other than Seto Kaiba, the richest guy in Japan, owner and CEO of Kaiba Corp., and the last person they would ever expect to find at a park. As they stood there, studying the unusual sight before them, Malik had a revelation on the matter. Face lighting up in glee, the tomb keeper started laughing hysterically, startling the other three. They turned to look at him, puzzled looks returning to their faces as they watched the blonde light, his fit confusing them. Curious as to what had his partner so worked up, Marik consulted him through their mind link.
//Uh, Malik-pretty, what’s so funny?//
Malik cut his eyes over at his Yami, more than happy to answer the inquiry.
/HAH HAH, KAIBA’S CHEATING ON THE MUTT!/
Marik’s jaw dropped, mind reeling at what the Hikari had said. He thought that Kaiba was an honest person, having changed considerably since the early days of their acquaintance. He was a straight-up in-your-face guy with a “I don’t give a damn what you think” attitude. He also showed unwavering loyalty to his relationship with Joey, whom he had been together with for over a year now. To think that he was having an affair with someone behind the blonde headed boy’s back was a bit unnerving, to say the least.
But, if you really thought about it, it was kind of funny. Finding the suggestion as amusing as his light did, Marik joined him, guffawing loud enough for the people down by the lake to hear him.
//Ooh, you really think so?//
/Yep. Why else would he be here? It’s the perfect spot to hide from Joey!/
As the two Egyptians continued their conversation through their link, Ryou and Bakura were discussing the matter as well.
/Mmm….maybe he and Joey wanted to come to park for the scenery like us./ Bakura snorted, not believing that one for an instant.
//Yeah right! That slick bastards probably out there right now getting the pigment sucked off his dick by some five dollar whore.//
/’Kura!/
//Well, what else do you expect from someone like him? He’s rich, powerful, and important in the public’s eye. Those type of people always have an extra piece of ass…….or pussy, whichever you prefer……lying around on the side.//
/’KURA!!! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!/
//WHAT?! I’m just saying, it happens……..//
/Urgh……./
As the two couples tossed their ideas back and forth, it looked to those outside the loop as though the four individuals were having an internal argument with themselves. The facial expressions and hand gestures helped to prove that theory. However, the ones in question were in fact quite used to the public’s reaction to their silent conversations, so much to the point that they didn’t even notice the stares of other people gaping at them as though they had gone mad.
After spending several minutes debating the situation, they voiced out loud that until they could find any solid evidence, they would drop the subject for the moment. Sparing one last glance at the incriminating car, the Yamis and Hikaris turned around and headed towards the lake, the main path sloping downwards gently as it cut through the trees and some of the smaller picnic areas and playgrounds scattered about the place. Gazing at the amazing colors nature had painted the wooded area with, both of the Hikaris exclaimed in shock and pleasure, loving the scenery.
“Wow! That tree’s leaves are entirely red!” Ryou turned to look at the tree Malik was pointing at, grinning at its splendor.
“Ah, I think it’s called Musashino(4). It’s really beautiful, isn’t it?”
“Gods, yes! its leaves kinda remind me of the Pharaoh’s eyes, ya know?”
“Heehee, you’re right, they do!”
The Yamis glared at the tree, both wishing to chop it up into little pieces and burn it to ashes. How dare it remind their little ones of that damn bastard?! Ryou was next to point out some eye-catching foliage.
“Oooh, look at that one! Its leaves are all orangey. It’s so vivid.” Malik gazed at the tree.
“Do you know the name of that one?”
“Mmm, let’s see….I believe it’s a Daimyo Oak(5).”
“Amazing….there’s really nothing like this in Egypt, ya know.”
“I know, all the visits I made there with my father on his digs really made me wish for some trees, other than Date Palms, that is.”
Malik thought for a moment.
“Hey, there are a few Sycamore trees in Egypt, some Lotus trees too.” Ryou looked at him in surprise.
“Really?” Malik nodded.
“Yep. Not too many, though. There’s also a tree that grows there native to the Congo. I think it’s called a Doom tree.” Ryou and the two Yamis snorted at this bit of info. Bakura was a little intrigued.
“Doom, eh? Sounds like my kind of tree. Imagine, you have a hostage and they ask you where you are taking them. You say something along the lines of, ‘I’m taking you to my Doom tree of doom, ooooo, scary.’ Ha! I love it!”
The Hikaris giggled at Bakura’s antics. He could be so silly sometimes! Bakura carried on about his “Doom tree of doom”, finally calling it quits when they reached the point where the path met with the main thoroughfare that ran along their side of the lake. They all stopped and admired the view that was offered to them. The lake was huge! The surface looked like a mirror giving off a perfect reflection of the sky and the multi-colored trees surrounding it. You could see a few boats out on the water, the occupants of the crafts all couples out enjoying the weather and the peacefulness of their surroundings.
The Yamis quickly engaged their imaginations, picturing themselves with their respective lights out on the water, alone together and quite happy, teasing each other and copping a feel when the opportunity struck.
‘Hmm, kinky boat sex……..nice!’ Marik mused.
‘Oh yes, trapped and nowhere to run to…………your ass would be mine, Ryou!’ Bakura gloated over the visual of his Hikari trapped in his arms in one of the crafts, in the dead middle of the lake where no one or nothing could save him from a thorough ravishing.
With the two randy men staring off into space lost in their own thoughts, Malik and Ryou consulted a visitor’s map that was on a sign posted at the end of the path. They found the area where the ducks roosted, noting that as their first destination.
Malik called out to his dark. “Hey, let’s go! It’s duck time!” Marik grinned evilly, strolling over to his light and sweeping him up into his arms, snuggling him up against his chest as he buried his face in the crown of his head, breathing in the sweet fragrances trapped in his hair that consisted of coconut scented shampoo, the fabric softener used on their pillow cases in the wash, and a smell unique to his Hikari, labeling him.
“Ah, I love the way your eyes light up at the idea of frolicking with animals, Malik-pretty. You look so precious.”
Malik beamed up at him, feet dangling off the ground only reaching a couple inches below his dark’s kneecaps.
“I wish I could have one. But, I don’t think we could care for it properly. Plus, I think you might use it as target practice if it got on your nerves.”
Marik grinned back at his light, although his response was very serious.
“The first time the damn thing shit on my stuff would be its last. You would end up with roasted Duck for supper that night.”
Malik giggled at the thought. Marik, chasing a duck around the house, hammer in hand, screaming and fighting with the poor bird as he cussed it steadily for dumping a load out on his favorite shirt. Yep, he could see it.
“I could make a nice salad to go with it, too.”
Marik laughed at the amused comment. He loved it when his Hikari-pretty was happy. He looked so beautiful. He laid a lip lock on his little one, thrusting his tongue forcefully into his mouth to get a taste of that sweetness that only a Hikari possessed. Malik kissed back just as eagerly, engaging his dark in a tongue war, reaching up and running his hands through all that wild, spiked hair that only his lover could sport and make look so damn good.
As they made out by the park map, Bakura strolled up to his light, who was leaning on the rails behind the sign, gazing out at the lake. He wrapped his arms around his waist, leaning forward and resting his chin on top of Ryou’s head. Sighing gently and with contentment, he looked out over the lake too, studying the land and trees on the banks.
“This was a good idea, after all, wasn’t it?”
Ryou leaned back into the embrace, loving the feeling of safety and security he felt when he was held like this.
“I told you you would enjoy it, didn’t I?”
Bakura grinned, agreeing with his Hikari.
“Yes, little One that you did. And so far, everything’s going good.”
They stood there together and watched the water and the people in the boats floating on it, ignoring the steadily increasing noises coming from the other two, not even noticing the loud “thump” that was made when Marik slammed him and his light into the map board.
Everything was peaceful for the moment, both couples happy and comfortable in their surroundings.
Bakura was focusing on the boats near the middle of the lake. One stood out from among the several floating in its vicinity. As he focused in on it, he noticed that there were two people occupying it. They were leaned in towards each other, obviously making out. Narrowing his eyes, he studied the two sucking each other’s faces off. Then it dawned on him just who he was staring at.
The world froze for him at that moment. No sound was registered in his ears but a loud buzzing from the alarms going off in his mind. His entire body went stiff, and his jaw dropped, not believing what his eyes told him was there.
He didn’t want to believe it. It was too much, really. His mind was not functioning properly, it couldn’t be.
There was no way in HELL that was who he thought it was. And with HIM, no less. NO FUCKING WAY!
Ryou noticed the change in his darks demeanor, and turned around to look at him. He was startled when he saw the look of utter horror on his Yami’s face.
“’Kura? Is something wrong?”
Bakura could only flap his lips, shock and disbelief stealing his ability to speak out loud.
“Kura?! What is it?!”
Bakura did the only thing he could do. He lifted his hand from around Ryou’s waist, and pointed in the direction of the scene that had him wanting to rip his own eyeballs out of his head.
Ryou looked over in the direction Bakura was pointing in. At first he only saw the boats. Then something caught his attention.   Finding what Bakura was gaping at, he gasped, his hand flying up to cover his mouth.
“NO WAY! SERIOUSLY?!” He screeched through his hands.
“How in the hell can you deny it? Who else looks like that?!,” Bakura gestured towards the boat wildly, expression matching his body language.
What they were currently seeing was something no one had seen coming, not in a million years.
One was in what appeared to be all leather clothing, the many chains and other metal accessories discernible even from this distance. Black and red tipped spiked hair topped the individual’s head, with golden blonde bangs accenting the front of their face. These bangs currently had fingers laced in them to hold the person’s face steady as the other individual in the boat frenched his companion. The other one wore a dark blue shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. Rich brown hair cut short, pale ivory skin, definitely taller in stature than the spike-haired one.
Yep, Hell had definitely frozen over, permanently. And Ryou believed it. In a fit of squealing and screeching he voiced what Bakura had known the whole time, but didn’t want to acknowledge.
“OH MY GOD! THAT’S SETO AND ATEMU! AND THEIR SNOGGING! WHAT THE FUCK?!”

A.N.- There, chapter 4 is complete. And, for anyone who read “The Mandatory Puzzleshipping One-Shot”, this answers the question asked at the end, and gives the caller on the phone an identity. NO, Atemu can’t be trusted. Not yet, anyway. BTW, Prideshipping is my favorite shipping, hands down. It’s too yummy, really! Especially if you have read any of the Doujin I have that features the two of them. I love Scandalshipping too, but only if Seto is uke, hee hee hee…………….
I am in a rut with this story. If anyone has a suggestion, please feel free to tell me. I would appreciate it. Reviews are what makes the world go 'round, so please don't hesitate to.
The reference notes for the points indicated in the story are below. This is what took so long for me to get this chapter pulled together. I will begin on Chapter 5, but first, a break to do some reading and relaxing. Until next time, peoples………………….
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(1)In my version of the Yugiohverse, Marik is Atemu’s enemy that is dealt with before he becomes Pharaoh, giving him a more validated role other than the usual I.D. he carries of being the creation of a child’s misery and rage, thus making my writing both canon and non-canon/AR. As this story progresses, you might or might not read about some things pertaining to him that don’t make any sense. If you do, just view it as little tastes of what I will write about in the future.
(2)Lake Sagami actually exists in Japan. It is located in Northern Kanagawa in the Kanto region.
(3) Here is the link to some pictures of the car I picked for Seto. It looks like something he would own. http: //www.topspeed.com/cars/lamborghini/2011-2012-lamborghini-gallardo-lp-570-4-superleggera-ar83494/picture355428.html
(4)Musashino Japanese Maple-Fast growing upright red leaved cultivar with dark purple spring colored leaves. Fall coloration is crimson-red. Grows 15 feet in 10 years.
(5)Daimyo Oak-also known as the C.F. Miller emperor Oak. Grows 15 to 20 feet tall. Fall coloration is brilliant russet to orange colored leaves over 10 inches long.
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