Accident

DOOM Fangirl: "Hey, there! This is a Marik/Alister story, written for you, The Train Ticket, because I know you like this pairing Although, I hope everyone likes it. NO LEMON! I'm keeping this PG-13!

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! If I did, no one would be straight! They'd all be gays, lesbians, or bisexuals! …Hmm…Maybe I should work on a yuri story-I've never written one before…

Marik Ishtar rode his motorbike down the street, loving how the wind felt in his long, sandy-blond hair.

He had just gone out for a ride to see his friends at the game shop, and he couldn't help but to be envious of all of them; none of them were single like he was!

Yugi and Joey were seeing each other. So were Tristan and Bakura. And Tea and Serenity. And Mai and Ishizu. AND Mokuba and Noah!

Ra! he thought, It seems like Kaiba's the only single person I know!

This was, of course, because Seto Kaiba was completely asexual.

So, Marik rode down the street, going back to his house, until he saw a person on the ground, and a red motorcycle lying next to them.

He quickly stopped in front of said person, and went to see if they were all right.

The person was a red-haired man, wearing a cut-off tank-top and black pants with two red belts, who looked to be unconscious.

Marik shook him gently, and got no reaction. He then noticed the man was bleeding from his head.

I guess I'll take him to my place, and clean that up…

Later…

Alister opened his eyes, but couldn't see very well.

What happened? he wondered.

He tried to sit up, but everything spun from a severe pain in his head, so he quickly fell back down on the soft couch he was on with a groan.

"You up?" a voice asked.

"Where am I?" he asked, reaching up to feel his head, and realizing that it was bandaged.

"You're at my house."

"Oh, yeah-that clears the shit right up," the redhead muttered sarcastically.

Whoever was talking sighed, and as Alister's view came into better focus, he was able to see a boy with lavender eyes, and sandy-blond hair, wearing a light lavender tank-top and black pants looking at him.

"My name is Marik Ishtar," the boy told him. "I found you passed out in the street-I think you had an accident or something-so I brought you here."

"And not to a HOSPITAL? Oh, sure-that makes PERFECT sense!"

Alister felt strangely pleased that this Marik kid looked impressed by his attitude, but didn't know why he felt that way.

"I'm pretty good at treating wounds from past experiences," Marik told him.

"Huh. Makes two of us."

Neither volunteered any further information, and neither asked the other to do so.

"So," Marik began, "is there anyone you can call to come get you?"

"Yeah," Alister replied reaching into his pocket and pulling out his cell phone.

He called Raphael, who was much more reliable to be available than Valon, who was probably still chasing after that Vivian Wong girl.

Unhealthy obsessions with women, the redhead called it.

"Hello?" came Raphael's gruff voice after he'd picked up.

"Hey, Raf-it's Al. I had an accident on my bike-can you…"

"An accident? Are you okay?" Raphael demanded.

"I'm fine." Alister assured the him, smiling at how the older man always talked to and worried about him and Valon like they were his younger brothers. "Can you come pick me up?"

"Sure. Where are you?"

"Oh…Good question." He covered the mouth of the phone, turned to Marik and said, "Just where the hell ARE we?"

Marik gave him the address, and Alister repeated it to Raphael, than said, "Do you know where that is?"

"I'll Map Quest it," he replied.

"Good luck."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll get there ASAP."

"Right. Later." And he hung up.

For a while, Marik tried to make small-talk with Alister, but the redhead would just give very short, very vague answers, indicating he did not feel like talking.

When Raphael got there, Alister said to Marik, 'Well…Um…Thanks."

"Oh. Uh…No problem."

"So…Yeah. Bye." And the redhead went to leave, but Marik said, "Um…can I get your number?"

Alister turned around, and, sure he had heard wrong, said, "WHAT?"

"Um, I, um…I just thought maybe we could…get together sometime? I don't know…"

Alister saw that the boy had a small blush on his cheeks, and he looked rather hopeful, so he gave him his number, and then left.

As soon as Raphael was pulling away, Alister could've sworn he'd heard Marik's voice shout, "YES!", and that made him smile, but he didn't know why…

DOOM Fangirl: "End of chapter one! Please leave a review! See ya!"

NOTE: The first person to hear my story (I read it to her) asked me, "Aren't they wearing helmets?" Since I probably wouldn't have an opening plot-point if Alister WAS, no, they were not. Neither was Marik, since he could feel the wind in his hair. If you don't like it, go online and complain about it! …Oh, wait! You're already online! Now you just have to go to your LiveJournal!