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Into Darkness	By : amenomizu Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > General Views: 1150 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ame no Mizu

Author�s Note: Only thing you need to remember�
Marik-
hikari
Malik- yami
Got it? Good. Rated R for yaoi, violenlanglanguage, and
attempted rape. In the �Soul Search�
realm�but doesn�t follow it directly. Kinda different.

Chapter one:
Attack

�Marik� love, you need to wake up��
Marik Ishtar woke to a strong arm
wrapped protectively around his waist, lithe fingers stroking his hair. Soft
lips brushed lightly against his, and he opened his eyes to look into those of
his yami. They deepened the kiss, a smooth, moist tongue dipping into Marik�s
mouth.
They broke apart with a soft
smacking sound and the hikari settled into Malik�s arms, resting his head on
the broad, tanned chest. Malik placed a soft kiss on Marik�s cheek, holding him
close. But just as the blonde light was beginning to fall asleep�
�Marik, hikari� you really need to
get up and get dressed��
�Don�t wanna,� Marik murmured into
his lover�s chest, his fingers trailing through silky blonde.
�Fine,� answered Malik, sighing, �If
you want Bakura and his hikari to come over to find you naked and still in bed,
so be it��
�� shit. I
forgot they�re coming over today,� he climbed off Malik, going over to his
dresser to find something to wear, deciding on a black tank top and a worn pair
of jeans.
As he buttoned the pants and pulled
the shirt over his head, he felt Malik�s arms wrap around his waist again,
pulling him close. Lips claimed his neck greedily.
�Dammit, Marik,� Malik breathed
into the sensitive skin, �Why do you have to be so damn� irresistible?� Strong, experienced hands slithered down Marik�s
thin waist; fingers urgently undid the button of his jeans. A deep moan escaped
Marik�s throat, and his breath quickened.
�Um�thisthis a bad time?�
Marik recognized the soft-spoken English
lilt immediately: Ryou Bakura. He was standing at the bedroom door, his
normally snowy white cheeks glowing a slight pink.
Yami Bakura was behind him, shoulder leaning into the doorpost, his arms
crossed, grinning mischievously.
�Don�t let us bother you,� he
drawled, �Just pretend we�re not here.�
�Fuck you, too,� hissed Malik, and
he released his hikari. It took everything Marik had not to whine at the loss
of contact.
�I�uh, brought over the movies, if
you still want to watch them,� Ryou cut in quietly. They had planned that day
to watch some English-language movies that he�d brought over from his homeland.
��Course we do,� replied Bakura,
�And we will, if these two could stop their makeout session long enough to go
downstairs and put one in the VCR� or is that asking too much?�
�Go to hell,� hissed Malik.
�Done thathe phe pale yami shot
back, �Didn�t like it. All the heat made my hair frizzle.�
�Fuck off,� Malik countered as he
and Marik brushed past them towards the stairs.
�Hmmm� done that, too,�
Marik laughed, shaking his head as
his yami growled and began to descend the stairs and head for the living room.
n'>
Ryou yawned as the ending credits
for �Titanic� began to roll. He�d seen the movie hundreds of times before,
thanks to his sister (AN~ you�ll meet her in Soul
Search, if I ever finish it ~), who had given it to him when she left for Egypt
with their mother. He had a rough time translating every line for Bakura, who
knew only minimal English, and the yami kept making fun of the corny lines
(which sounded cornier translated into Japanese). Marik, who had learned
English as a young child, seemed genuinely interested in the movie, while Malik
seemed interested only in continuing to make out.
Sighing, Ryou stood to stop and
rewind the tape, picking another one out of his bag.
�Next up: �The Mummy�� he
announced. Marik looked up, shoving his frustrated yami off him, and narrowed
his eyes.
�You can�t be serious.�
�I love this movie,� Ryou defended,
�I thought you all would like it as well��
�I�m still hungry,� Bakura growled,
obviously not paying any attention, staring into the empty popcorn bowl, �Make
some more.�
Ryou sighed again, putting the tape
down and snatching the bowl from his yami�s lap.
�Ryou, wait,� the albino turned as
Marik called to him, �I�ll make the popcorn, you stay here and start the
movie.�
�Oh� okay.�

Marik took the bowl from Ryou�s
hands, ignoring his yami�s glare as he was abruptly denied a chance to push his
tongue down his hikari�s throat. The blonde light loved making out, don�t get
him wrong, but sometimes enough was enough.
He felt Malik reach out to him in
his mind, but he quickly put up a block, and kept it up. He didn�t need to hear
it. Wandering into the kitchen, he found the box for the microwavable popcorn
on the counter, where Yami Bakura had left it (Ryou had recently taught him how
to work the microwave), and picked it up, peering inside. It was empty. He
searched the cabinets, but there was nothing.
�We�re out!� he called, and heard
the disappointed groan, �I�ll go to the store and get another box, don�t worry,
Bakura!�
�Well, hurry up.�
�My light is not your slave,� his
yami shouted at Ryou�s, �Only I can tell him to hurry up!�
�Whatever.�
Sighing, Marik grabbed his keys and
the Millennium Rod off the edge of the counter, slipping the item into a belt
loop, and left the house. The summer breeze was pleasantly warm, blowing the
hair out of his eyes. He was enjoying this greatly. No yami �innocently�
wrapping his arm around his waist, no yelling, no arguing. Just the summer air
and the laughter of children in a nearby park. It was bliss.
Until something- he wasn�t sure
what- made him stop in his tracks. He looked around him, but saw no one except
for a businessman going over some papers in a long black car. He shook his head
slightly in an effort to calm his nerves, and continued walking.
He felt the hair on the back of his
neck rise. Now thoroughly spooked, he dropped his shields and reached out to
his yami.
/�Malik?/
//What?// Marik shivered at his
lover�s icy tone.
/I�/
A strong arm wrapped suddenly
around Marik�s neck, cutting off both his link with Malik and his air supply.
Shock and fear coursed through his veins, and he desperately reopened the link
as he was dragged backwards.
/Malik!/ he cried, /Malik, help me!
Please!/
//What? What happened?!//
/Malik�/ was all the hikari could
manage as he began to feel dizzy from the lack of oxygen.
//Hang on, hikari, I�m coming!//
He was pushed into the back of a
car, his neck freed, his captor following. Rough, callused hands pinned his
arms to the hot leather of the backseat, and dry lips silenced his hoarse cries
for help. His arms were released, and he tried to reach the Rod, whicld tld the
only protection he had, but found he couldn�t. Cold hands pushed his thin shirt
over his abdomen, fumbling with the button of his jeans. Harsh reality rushed
him, making him whimper: he was being raped.
/Malik�/ he sobbed over the link as
he struggled in vain against the unnaturally strong man, /Please� hurry!/

//I�m almost there!//
Indeed, just as he stopped talking,
he could hear faint footsteps. His attacker gasped as a hand slipped into
Marik�s jeans and his lips were abandoned. He screamed, and the man laughed,
bending down to whisper in his ear.
�I�ll be back for you, Marik
Ishtar,� he hissed, and climbed off the hikari, vanishing. Marik, trembling
uncontrollably, pushed himself further into the car, not attempting to stop the
teahat hat were already slipping down his cheeks.

Malik raced down the sidewalk,
panic flowing through his body. His hikari�s tone scared him to no end. He knew
right from the beginning that he should�ve gone along. Now, something had
happened to his precious light, and he hadn�t been there to save him. If Marik
was hurt in any way� he would never forgive himself.
Seconds later, he could feel the
boy�s presence growing stronger, and he noticed the door of a black car was
open. There. That�s where Marik was. He stopped at the car, and gasped at what
he found inside.
His disheveled hikari had his knees
drawn up to his chest. The angel�s hair obscured his face, which was buried in
his arms. One look at the boy�s appearance told him all he needed to know. His
jeans were unbuttoned and his arms and neck were beginning to bruise.
�Marik?� he called softly, and
heard Bakura and Ryou arrive behind him, the smaller of the two giving a small
gasp. Marik lifted his head off his arms, his eyes bloodshot and puffy.
�Malik!� he cried, throwing his
arms around the yami�s neck, sobbing into his chest.
�What happened, love?�
�He� he tried to rape me,� replied
the frightened hikari, �He grabbed me, held me down�. Malik��
Blinding rage ripped through
Malik�s body as Marik broke down and collapsed against him, clutching his
shirt. Someone had forced himself on the hikari of Malik Ishtar.
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