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Summary: While tampering with the dark arts a spell goes wrong and Bakura is faced with the horrible consequences. The same night Marik finds a battered stray cat and, out of boredom, he takes to creature in much to its disdain. MarikBakura Yaoi
Warning: Yaoi Cussing –Uh– Its Badly Written?
Evie: again inspired by my cat T-T
Sarah: that’s just sad.
Rachel:agrees:
He flipped pages, “shit!” he quickly jerked back his finger and put it in his mouth.
The candle flickered and he moved about.
He sucked on it while scanning the page. He retracted his finger and flipped a couple pages failing to notice the blood smear the page.
The book fluttered a bit and the teen stared at it but shook it off as his imagination. “Ah ha.”
He smiled, his fangs gleaming in the candle light.
He started to chant in a language long since forgotten.
A light breeze started to blow in the windowless room. Pages fluttered and the candle flickered again as the wind strengthened. The pages of the book flipped back and forth before stopping on the page the blood was smeared.
His voice deepened and grew louder as he came to the close of his chant. The blood he had smeared accidentally on the page pulsed and grew slightly before soaking into the page and disappearing.
The wind continued to grow with the last few words. The candle blew out and a small noise could be heard before everything was still.
A small groan broke the silence and a small silver glow, like a small flame, could be seem. But unlike a flame it didn’t light up the room. The silver grew and soon looked like a person. There was another groan, rather cat like, as the glow shrunk back again.
Right before it went ‘out’ it took the form of a small cat.
The room was dark again and all that could be heard were soft mewls and whimpers.
He didn’t usually make middle-of-the-night trips but he couldn’t fall asleep so he figured that if he went for a walk he might grow tired. And he had run out of beer, so why not kill two birds with one stone?
He rounded the corner and started down his block. A few house short of his he heard a soft noise. He paused and glanced around, curious. All he saw was a silver thing on the side of the road.
“I don’t under stand why people litter,” he grumbled and made his way to what he thought was a plastic bag.
As he got closer it shifted and made a noise. Like the one before, a mix between a mewl and whimper.
“Nani?” he questioned as he drew closer.
Upon closer inspection he discovered that it was a small cat, maybe even a kitten.
“Poor thing,” he bent down and scooped the small thing up and held it to his chest.
The cat had an odd silver coat of short fur and the teen could easily carry it in one hand. He was guessing it was maybe half a year old judging by its size, but he couldn’t tell for sure.
It mewed softly and instinctively snuggled up to the warmth.
He chuckled lightly and continued to his house.
He walked inside and made his way into the kitchen. He flipped on the light and a voice called to him, “Marik? That you?”
“Yeah, it’s me,” he replied and sat his bag on the counter.
Marik set the kitten on the counter and looked at it, amused.
It laid there and blinked in the light. It gradually tried to sit up but failed and slumped back to the counter, with a bewildered expression.
Another boy entered the kitchen, “Why’re you up so late?” the teen asked through a yawn
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“Ah.,” the boy noticed the kitten on the counter, “Where did you get that?”
“Found it,” Marik looked at the boy, who very well might have been his twin, “Malik, go back to bed. You need to sleep.”
Malik nodded and blinked sleepily,” mm kay. Goodnight.”
Marik patted his head and watched Malik leave. When the teen was out of sight he turned back to the small feline before him.
It was glaring at him with hateful eyes. “Jesus, when you look at me like that you remind me of . . .” he trailed of, thinking of the one he desired. “Anyway you probably not interested in my unrequited love story.”
It continued to glare at him as it tried to stand.
“I won’t bite,” he chuckled and stared back at it. ‘Hmm. Even its eyes are the same color as his. . .’
The cats crimson eyes narrowed further as it stood unsteadily on its feet.
Marik chuckled again he could see the conflict within the small creature by looking in its eyes. “Just what are you thinking?”
I finally made it to my hands and knees. I was shaky but none-the-less I was there. I tried to stand. And fell again. “Owww,” I moaned and was surprised when I heard a whimper where my voice should have been.
I screwed my eyes shut trying, in vain, to block out the on-coming headache.
“I wonder why you can’t stand,” Marik said in booming voice.
“Shut up,” I snapped at him opening my eyes to glare. A snarl and hiss replaced my voice this time.
Marik raised his hands, “sorry, sorry.”
He smiled and I felt a strange sensation. I knew I was blushing so I twisted my head away and shut my eyes again.
‘Damn it I can’t let him see me blush! Damn! Damn! Damn!’
I felt something envelope me. “Eh?” a small mewl sounded, and I could smell the strong scent of cinnamon. I opened my eyes and saw Marik holding me.
I blinked stupidly. ‘How is he holding my whole body?’
“Let go of me Dumbass!” I bared my fangs at him. Another snarl and hiss. I was growing tired and confused. ‘When did he get a cat?’
“You really remind me of Bakura,” I smiled and scratched it behind the ear. The cat’s attitude went from Pissy to WTF to OMG-I-LOVE-You in the course of 20 seconds.
I felt something scratch my head and for some reason it felt absolutely wonderful. I felt a deep rumble start in my throat and I started to purr.
‘Why am I purring?’ I questioned myself but continued to purr despite my confusion.
The scratching stopped and I protested, “Oi! Don’t stop.” deep meows covered my words. ‘Ok that’s starting to creep me out.’
I was set back on the floor and I looked at Marik defiantly, clearly stating through my expression that the purring thing was a temporary lapse of judgment and it wouldn’t happen again.
“You must be thirsty, let me get you some milk,” Marik smiled at me and walked to the refrigerator on the other side of the kitchen.
I raised my paw in prote- paw? I stared at the appendage. I shook it. ‘Wait. . . what happened to my hand?’
I looked down at the rest of my body. I blinked rapidly as I was met with a small cats body covered in short silver fur.
I jumped to my ‘feet’ in a rush and looked around wildly. ‘Mirror. Mirror. I need a mirror.’
I remembered that Marik had one in the hall. I ran for the hall, not realizing that I was on a counter, well, I did realize it as I ran off the edge.
“#&!$” I closed my eyes tight and felt the air rush past me. Everything was still and I opened my eyes slowly. I was on my feet. I blinked a couple times and saw Marik walking over. He was a friken’ giant!
“No offence but that was a very pathetic yowl,” he said chuckling he set a dish on the counter and reached down for me.
I bolted out of the kitchen, skidded and fell as I tried to do a sharp turn on my newly acquired four legs. I scrambled up and saw my target. I could hear Marik walking after me, calling.
I ran to desk of which the mirror was hanging over. I bent down and got ready to jump.
I jumped and fell short. I managed to and dig my claws into the cloth covering it; I quickly scaled it and made it to the top as the cover and glass, that happened to be sitting on it, fell to the floor, the glass shattered and Marik cried out.
I jumped up and rested my front paws on the glass of the mirror.
“No,” a particularly pathetic mewl escaped my mouth as I stared at my reflection.
I studied my reflection quickly knowing Marik was drawing closer.
I had crimson eyes and short silver fur, my tail was more like a wolf tail then a cat tail, because it was kinda puffy and shaped that way and I was wearing my black spiked collar. ‘Yes, he’ll be able to tell who I am and fix me!’
I felt Marik snatch me up. ‘Damn.’
“You just caused me a hell of a mess. You know that?” I glared at the creature. It had a sad forlorn look on it face that I couldn’t stay mad.
I held it a bit more tenderly and I carefully carried it out of the hallway and into the kitchen.
I set it on the counter near the saucer full of milk. It edges to it cautiously.
It sniffed the milk hesitantly before carefully start to lap it up.
I smiled. ‘I really should clean up that glass before Malik comes running do-’
“Marik I heard glass shatter! Is everything alr- OW! Mother fucker! Why the hell is glass all over the floor!” Speak of the devil.
I glanced once more at the kitten still slowly lapping up its milk before walking to the hallway to save my hikari.
“Son of a Bitch!” I exclaim. I blinked. I didn’t meow. I looked at my hand. It was a hand. I cry out in joy.
“Don’t you dare leave me standing on glass!”
“But,” I whine, “’Kura.”
“No come get me damn it!” he glares and I not-so-reluctantly go to retrieve him.
To see the kitten lying in a heap on the floor. I sigh. Must have been my imagination.
I set Malik on the island. “Hang on,” I mutter before spinning around and picking the kitten up.
I look at it closely and see its still breathing. I set it down and try to wake it.
“Marikuu! My feet hurt!” Malik whined loudly.
The cat’s ears flicked and it slowly opened its eyes.
He reels back and holds his hands up, “sorry. Sorry.”
I look at my paw disdainfully. ‘Damn.’
“Marikuu!” Malik whined again in a high pitched voice.
My ears flatten against my head and I hiss.
“I’m coming. I’m coming.” Marik said and walks over to the injured teen.
I watched as Marik carefully lifted one of Maliks leg and inspected the bottom of his foot. He puts that one back and picked up the next. This time he pulled some glass out of the bottom of Maliks foot.
“Ow,” Malik whimpered.
I smirk at his obvious discomfort.
Marik smiles sweetly and puts the foot back down. He leans up and kissed Malik forehead. “Your not ganna die. I promise.”
Malik whimpers again.
I felt an odd feeling run through me when Marik kissed Malik forehead, but I don’t know what, so I brush it off.
“I’ll carry you to the stairs ok? Then go to bed!” Marik said in a demanding yet soft tone.
Malik nodded.
Marik scooped his hikari up once again and carried him out of the room
I watch as they leave, and again the odd feeling washes over me, and again I ignore it. I turn back to my milk dish and look at it.
‘I really want some steak. Raw bloody steak.’ (1) I smile softly and my ears flick as I hear Marik comeing closer.
I notice that he’s no longer drinking the milk and I pick it up and put it back in the fridge.
I glance at the clock as I walk back over to the kitten.
It’s almost three. I groan and turn to the kitten.
“I need to take a bath, and you smell so you comeing with me,” I smile and pick it up before it can run away.
It makes a soft mew in protest.
“Your not getting away.”
Evie: Weeeeeeeeeeee! This is ganna be so much fun to write!
Sarah: this is the fourth story that she has to update once a month now.
Evie: this one is ganna only be about 3 or 4 chappys so naw.
Rachel: sure.
Marik: review so me and ‘Kura can take a bath together!
Bakura: please DON’T review so me and Marik don’t have to take a bath together.
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