Chibi B: I LIVE AGAIN!
I'm so sorry about the lack of updates, and right after I promised to work on them more often! x.x I'm really, really sorry! And, well, this is another one of the sequels to ToCN, and it's the one you've been waiting for. XD All about Marik and Bakura, and how they met! I haven't been able to read over this, since I'm leaving in a fewminutes for a friend's house, so, I'm sorry if it's a little rough..
Anyways, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yuugiou!
Ah, it's me again: Marik! Greetings to you, dear readers.
As you know, I'm already currently writing Bakura's tale in my point of view, however, I decided to take a break and focus more on Bakura's and my own past; since I know you're all squirming with curiosity and anticipation! Well, fear not, for here the story is!
Just to let you know, however, that this will start with how Bakura and I met, and not about who changed us. You see, that is a very private discussion, and I'll have to get to know you all a bit better before I reveal those secrets - or even to expose them at all…
Well, enough of the delay! Enjoy!
I was young; maybe forty or fifty years old, living the life of the undead and feeding off my victims in the small village I was currently located in. You see, I never stayed in one place longer than a month. I had to keep moving before the places lost their interest; before I got bored. I wasn't very productive when bored…
So, as I was saying…
I don't remember where exactly this current village was located, I believe it was somewhere in Europe - France maybe… After all, I do know the language. Although, I don't think it's that romantic sounding at all. Too nasally. But, before I get off topic again; for some reason, I stayed in this particular place longer than usual -around four years, surprisingly enough! It was as if I was waiting for someone, or hoping someone would arrive.
And then he came.
Waltzing into the town like he owned it; hair spiked up, eyes glowing a menacing red, gleaming fangs extended threateningly.
All in all, he was psychotic, insane, purely mad…
And downright sexy!
I was enamored just by sensing his aurora. Other fledgling vampires quickly fled the town for fear of inducing his wrath; which also had me admiring him even more. I had to meet him! I thought that maybe he was who I was finally looking for, the one I had waited for so long!
I was highly disappointed.
Not only was this fellow dangerously strong, he was downright rude as well! He blew me off without a second's pause. Just ignored and mocked me while he fed off whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted. I never forgot his first words to me…
'"Fuck off you bloodsucking bastard!"'
So, obviously, in my spare time, I stalked him. I mean, what else was I supposed to do? Just let him wander around freely without being able to enjoy looking upon that sinfully pale body of his?
He was younger than me, I could tell by the way he acted and smelled. His long, thick silver locks flared around him madly, which enlightened his already frightening look. I noticed that when blending among the humans, his eyes went back to their normal color - a rich brown.
Our second meeting was almost as uneventful as the first…Except for the fact that I got to actually touch him. I know, I know. I sound like a schoolgirl with a hopeless crush, but he just so handsome!
I was in the town following him, as usual, but miscalculated the distance at which I trailed behind him. To be blunt, I ran smack into him when he turned a corner.
"Hey! Watch where- You again!" He stuttered, glaring at me angrily.
"Hello! Wow. You actually remembered my face. I'm honored, truly." I smirked, currently straddling his form as he snarled at me.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Were you following me?" He spat, sitting up and pushing me off roughly.
"Maybe." I answered, unfazed. I could tell I was irritating him, the fiend was clenching and unclenching his fists in some attempt of self control.
"Well, do as I said the first time, and fuck off." His eyes flashed, and he narrowed his eyes at me, flashing his fangs in warning.
The sight was utterly arousing.
I stared at him, and smirked.
"I'd love to, are you available?" I purred, and, the last thing I remembered before passing out was a fist flying at my face at rapid speed.
When I finally came too, I was still sprawled out on the streets around that cursed corner, only this time some pervert was trying to take my clothes off - probably to steal the money I didn't have. Well, I dragged the poor old hobo into a back alley way and fed from him before rushing off to my coffin. It was almost morning and I had woken just in time to make it to safety from the sun's rays.
I will admit, I was a bit peeved at the response I received from the white-haired demon. But, his attitude made it that much more exciting. I would have him yet!
Waking around my abnormally early time, I slipped out of the cemetery (Yes, I slept in a graveyard. It was the only place I could find to keep my casket safe) and left to find some more scum to feed on for that night.
On my way back from my meal, I caught his scent once again, and not being able to pass the opportunity, I began to follow him yet again.
I really was somewhat hopeless…
"You again?"
Too busy caught up in my thoughts, I didn't realize that he had tricked me into following him into an abandoned whorehouse, where he grabbed me by the throat and pressed me to the wall.
"Wow. What an odd coincidence meeting up with you again!" I smiled, trying to play innocent. And, you guessed it, failing miserably. He glared at me, his eyes now a blazing crimson color.
"Don't try to play dumb, you psychotic stalker!"
"Hey! I'm hurt," I pouted, "I'm not psychotic, just obsessed with beautiful things." I reached my hand up to twirl in his hair. He immediately let go of my throat and backed away as if disgusted, although I could detect a bit of a blush on his normally pale cheeks. Score for me!
"Stay the fuck away from me, pervert." He hissed, once again baring his fangs.
"You really have no idea how enticing you are, do you?" I blinked, my hands itching to run through his hair and all over that luscious body of his…
"Hn. You really are pathetic." He glared, not allowing my comment to affect him in any way. "Can't you find something else to screw?"
"I think I'll stick with you." I answered, smirking cockily. Now he began to look a little uneasy, and I watched him curiously, wanting to know what made him so nervous all of a sudden.
"Well, I'm not interested." He snapped, spinning around and marching towards the exit of the building. I grabbed onto his shoulder and pressed him back into the wall I was previously held against, lining up my body with his.
"Maybe I don't care if you are or not." I whispered, flicking my tongue out at his earlobe, nibbling slightly. He gasped, and began to struggle against me, but I was stronger.
"Let me go! I demand to be set free at once, you bastard!"
"Ah, ah, ah, ahhh!" I scolded playfully, "What language!"
He was so warm…I couldn't describe to you how it felt. My senses were overwhelmed; his smell, his taste, his touch…
"Let. Me. Go." He ceased struggling and glared at me. I stared straight back into his eyes, and saw just how anxious he was feeling with me pressed against him and the wall.
"As you wish." I smiled, and complied; moving away from him.
He stood up tall and began to brush himself off, all the time eyeing me warily. I was just happy he didn't run away before I could learn his name.
"What do you want?" He demanded, pride kicking back in at full force. I grinned.
"For now, your name will satisfy me."
"My name?" He repeated in disbelief.
"Yeah; your name." I shrugged, "What else did you think I would ask for?" He glared.
"Bakura."
"Bakura…" I repeated, liking the way the name rolled off my tongue. I couldn't help but smile, and nod my head at him. "It suits you well. My name's Marik."
"Hn. And I really care what my psychotically obsessed stalker's name is?" He questioned sarcastically, arms folded and posture stiff as he glowered in my direction. I shrugged again, grinning.
"Who knows? Maybe you'll need to know it someday." I leaned over, and before he could react, kissed him soundly on the lips. "Farewell!"
And I left him standing there, eyes opened wide and mouth agape, while I ran through the town, almost giggling with happiness.
That was my first kiss with the vampire I loved.
It's short, I know...The next chapter will hopefully be longer! And, sadly enough, this fic probably won't be updated as often, becaused I'm really lacking ideas...Heh..but, I'm going to try to finish my next chapter of HA and hopefully post a new oneshot!
R&R! It really helps! And feed me ideas!