[ygo - ryuuji/malik/atemu] rapunzel (7/?)
Rapunzel
By: White Rain
Disclaimer: I do not own Yuugiou.
Genre: Cracked out AU where everyone goes insane
Character/Pairing: Yami no Yuugi, Ryuuji, Malik, Yami no Bakura; Ryuuji/Yami no Yuugi/Malik overall.
Word Count: 1,331
Rating: PG, NC-17 overall
Notes: Much thanks to fickles_goddess who helped in preparation for this manuscript (i.e. she wrote parts of it).
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Summary: Let's pretend that Otogi won the Dungeon Duel Monsters game with Yuugi back in manga...
Chapter summary: Malik strikes a deal with the Pharaoh.
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.chapter07
Somehow, Ryuuji had sealed off communication between the two of them, so the Pharaoh had no way of asking what exactly was going through his mind. Yuugi wouldn't have known how to do it, so it made the Pharaoh miss him for all the wrong reasons.
"What's going on?" Malik demanded. It was odd that he hadn't fled the kitchen or even gotten out of the chair he'd been bound to. The Pharaoh wrote it off as childish pride.
The Pharaoh folded his arms. "I'm afraid you'd have to ask Ryuuji to get that answer."
Malik rolled his shoulders. "You share a brain, I'm sure you have some clue about what's running through his head."
"I have ideas," the Pharaoh said to him.
The Pharaoh watched as Malik rolled his shoulders again and then followed it up with a roll of his eyes, "And those ideas are...?"
"None of your business." If it weren't for the fact that his voice is slighter deeper than Ryuuji's, the Pharaoh might have wondered if they'd switched back without him noticing. It sounded like the sort of thing that Ryuuji would say but no, he had said it. Perhaps the two of them really were spending too much time together if they sounded alike even with the link closed.
However, it wasn't worth pondering too deeply on, at least at the moment, since it wasn't something he could change.
"If it's about me, then it is my business," Malik snapped.
On the tip of his tongue was a quip about Malik needing a nap. The Pharaoh closed his eyes tightly and rubbed them. He could feel Malik watching him, as if he knew that the Pharaoh wasn't quite himself. The Pharaoh wasn't sure if he was feeling paranoid or if he was just as on guard as he always would be with an enemy -
Getting an idea, the Pharaoh walked briskly over to the table and sat down across from Malik. "I have no quarrel with you."
"Which is exactly why you tied me up for over a day, took away all my stuff," Malik's voice shifted, became angry in a way the Pharaoh hadn't heard before, "And hid my sister and Rishid away from me,"
The Pharaoh felt a little uncomfortable at that. Yuugi's influence, perhaps. There was no reason to believe Malik felt sincere about missing his family, not from what Isis had told him. Not if he was wrong about the thing that wasn't Malik, and the Pharaoh was certain that he wasn't.
"I have my reasons for that," the Pharaoh paused at the look Malik gave him, and amended his statement, "reasons that, perhaps, would have gone over better if I had been more truthful with you."
Malik leaned back. "Go on, then."
"Something did possess you," the Pharaoh said, "or maybe it's something within you, as your sister believes." Malik's eye flashed, but he said nothing. "She believes Rishid contained it best. I still think it would be best destroyed and I have the best chance of doing it."
"Otogi was right about how being treated as a god in your post life turned you into a massive prick."
"Rishid was doing nothing to halt your dangerous choices," the Pharaoh said sharply, making Malik glare at him. "How many people have you killed since you left the tomb?"
"Why do you care?"
The Pharaoh had never liked to turn down a challenge. He still didn't. However, on that front, there was no answer he could give Malik.
Malik stood up. "I have no reason to stay."
"Go ahead," the Pharaoh pointed at him, "I'll be monitoring you."
Malik walked around the table and stood behind the chair the Pharaoh was sitting on. He set his hands on the Pharaoh's shoulders. The Pharaoh tried to shove the thing that had possessed Malik out of his mind with little success. "So, do you want to save the world, Pharaoh?"
"I don't care about the world," the Pharaoh said. He pushed his friends and Ryuuji out of his mind. "I'm only interested in killing the thing that possessed you in the Shadow Realm."
Malik leaned over. The Pharaoh wondered if he did have memories of what happened between them in the Shadows. "How do you plan to do that, my Pharaoh?"
The Pharaoh did not shrug him off, as much as he wanted to. "Do you expect me to tell you my moves in advance?"
"If there really is something possessing me," Malik tapped a finger on the Pharaoh's shoulder, "I would want to get rid of it myself." He laughed. It sounded nothing like the laughter of the thing that possessed him. The Pharaoh felt something that he wasn’t stupid enough to deny was fear melt away but kept his body stiff. He hated that he'd let Malik get to him, but he wasn't about to waste this opportunity for later use. "Perhaps we should work together."
"I'll no more give you my secrets than you'll give me yours," the Pharaoh said. Malik's hair brushed against the back of his neck. "However, that doesn't mean we can't work together."
"Might as well," the change in his voice was sudden. He sounded like the fifteen year old kid he was. "I don't have anywhere else to go."
-
"Why couldn't you just bring in a stray cat like a normal person." Ryuuji paused, and the Pharaoh suspected he was reflecting on the fact he was ranting at him while he was a spirit. "Didn’t you ancient Egyptians love cats?"
"The only thing I know about ancient Egypt is what Yugi picked up in school," the Pharaoh said tartly, "He tended to fail history."
Ryuuji looked surprised. "Didn't you guys look up some stuff when you found out you where a pharaoh?"
At first, Yuugi had been eager to research. But, once they both got an inkling of what may happen if they got to close to why they had the Puzzle, the Pharaoh had remarked he no longer cared about it, not wanting to hurt Yuugi. That had been a lie.
Now, he honestly didn't care.
"…Do you want to know anything?" Ryuuji asked in the same exact careful tone he'd used around his father when he knew he was close to being hit.
Obviously, he was thinking about the fact he knew the Pharaoh's name and, quite possibly, how he'd gathered that information. The Pharaoh looked away from Ryuuji, and tried to shove Sindin's face out of his mind. "No."
"We probably shouldn't leave Malik alone for very long."
The Pharaoh was glad for a change of subject. "You're right." He touched the Puzzle in order to switch places with Ryuuji. "I think he likes you better." He caught sight of his usual body in one of Ryuuji's mirrors. He still only saw Yuugi.
Ryuuji twirled a strand of hair as he began to walk out of the bedroom. "I have no idea what would give you that idea, Pharaoh."
-
Ryuuji plopped down next to Malik on the couch. "What are you watching?"
"I'm not sure," Malik said. "My English isn't good enough to follow very well."
The Pharaoh turned his attention to the TV screen. There was a police box involved, and an old man talking about time travel. It occurred to him, for the first time, he could speak the several languages Ryuuji had had drilled into him throughout his childhood.
"Doctor Who," Ryuuji said. He picked up the remote control and began to flip through the channels. "It's a ridiculous show and only serves to prove why Americans do TV better."
"I thought that was cinema," Malik said, eyes glued to the constantly changing channels.
"Not since the British Empire fell for good," Ryuuji said with a snort.
Malik relaxed a little against the couch after Ryuuji found something he was willing to watch. The Pharaoh saw no need to stay, so he retired back into his Puzzle.
-
Bakura, lying back on Ryuuji's bed, tossing one of Ryuuji’s die up and down, ruined the Pharaoh's plans for a quiet night.
"What are you doing here?"
Bakura smiled, showed his teeth. "Why, Pharaoh, that's hardly hospitable of you. I traveled a long way to pay you a visit."
By: White Rain
Disclaimer: I do not own Yuugiou.
Genre: Cracked out AU where everyone goes insane
Character/Pairing: Yami no Yuugi, Ryuuji, Malik, Yami no Bakura; Ryuuji/Yami no Yuugi/Malik overall.
Word Count: 1,331
Rating: PG, NC-17 overall
Notes: Much thanks to fickles_goddess who helped in preparation for this manuscript (i.e. she wrote parts of it).
Internet cookies for anyone who can pick up the fairly obscure reference.
Summary: Let's pretend that Otogi won the Dungeon Duel Monsters game with Yuugi back in manga...
Chapter summary: Malik strikes a deal with the Pharaoh.
-
.chapter07
Somehow, Ryuuji had sealed off communication between the two of them, so the Pharaoh had no way of asking what exactly was going through his mind. Yuugi wouldn't have known how to do it, so it made the Pharaoh miss him for all the wrong reasons.
"What's going on?" Malik demanded. It was odd that he hadn't fled the kitchen or even gotten out of the chair he'd been bound to. The Pharaoh wrote it off as childish pride.
The Pharaoh folded his arms. "I'm afraid you'd have to ask Ryuuji to get that answer."
Malik rolled his shoulders. "You share a brain, I'm sure you have some clue about what's running through his head."
"I have ideas," the Pharaoh said to him.
The Pharaoh watched as Malik rolled his shoulders again and then followed it up with a roll of his eyes, "And those ideas are...?"
"None of your business." If it weren't for the fact that his voice is slighter deeper than Ryuuji's, the Pharaoh might have wondered if they'd switched back without him noticing. It sounded like the sort of thing that Ryuuji would say but no, he had said it. Perhaps the two of them really were spending too much time together if they sounded alike even with the link closed.
However, it wasn't worth pondering too deeply on, at least at the moment, since it wasn't something he could change.
"If it's about me, then it is my business," Malik snapped.
On the tip of his tongue was a quip about Malik needing a nap. The Pharaoh closed his eyes tightly and rubbed them. He could feel Malik watching him, as if he knew that the Pharaoh wasn't quite himself. The Pharaoh wasn't sure if he was feeling paranoid or if he was just as on guard as he always would be with an enemy -
Getting an idea, the Pharaoh walked briskly over to the table and sat down across from Malik. "I have no quarrel with you."
"Which is exactly why you tied me up for over a day, took away all my stuff," Malik's voice shifted, became angry in a way the Pharaoh hadn't heard before, "And hid my sister and Rishid away from me,"
The Pharaoh felt a little uncomfortable at that. Yuugi's influence, perhaps. There was no reason to believe Malik felt sincere about missing his family, not from what Isis had told him. Not if he was wrong about the thing that wasn't Malik, and the Pharaoh was certain that he wasn't.
"I have my reasons for that," the Pharaoh paused at the look Malik gave him, and amended his statement, "reasons that, perhaps, would have gone over better if I had been more truthful with you."
Malik leaned back. "Go on, then."
"Something did possess you," the Pharaoh said, "or maybe it's something within you, as your sister believes." Malik's eye flashed, but he said nothing. "She believes Rishid contained it best. I still think it would be best destroyed and I have the best chance of doing it."
"Otogi was right about how being treated as a god in your post life turned you into a massive prick."
"Rishid was doing nothing to halt your dangerous choices," the Pharaoh said sharply, making Malik glare at him. "How many people have you killed since you left the tomb?"
"Why do you care?"
The Pharaoh had never liked to turn down a challenge. He still didn't. However, on that front, there was no answer he could give Malik.
Malik stood up. "I have no reason to stay."
"Go ahead," the Pharaoh pointed at him, "I'll be monitoring you."
Malik walked around the table and stood behind the chair the Pharaoh was sitting on. He set his hands on the Pharaoh's shoulders. The Pharaoh tried to shove the thing that had possessed Malik out of his mind with little success. "So, do you want to save the world, Pharaoh?"
"I don't care about the world," the Pharaoh said. He pushed his friends and Ryuuji out of his mind. "I'm only interested in killing the thing that possessed you in the Shadow Realm."
Malik leaned over. The Pharaoh wondered if he did have memories of what happened between them in the Shadows. "How do you plan to do that, my Pharaoh?"
The Pharaoh did not shrug him off, as much as he wanted to. "Do you expect me to tell you my moves in advance?"
"If there really is something possessing me," Malik tapped a finger on the Pharaoh's shoulder, "I would want to get rid of it myself." He laughed. It sounded nothing like the laughter of the thing that possessed him. The Pharaoh felt something that he wasn’t stupid enough to deny was fear melt away but kept his body stiff. He hated that he'd let Malik get to him, but he wasn't about to waste this opportunity for later use. "Perhaps we should work together."
"I'll no more give you my secrets than you'll give me yours," the Pharaoh said. Malik's hair brushed against the back of his neck. "However, that doesn't mean we can't work together."
"Might as well," the change in his voice was sudden. He sounded like the fifteen year old kid he was. "I don't have anywhere else to go."
-
"Why couldn't you just bring in a stray cat like a normal person." Ryuuji paused, and the Pharaoh suspected he was reflecting on the fact he was ranting at him while he was a spirit. "Didn’t you ancient Egyptians love cats?"
"The only thing I know about ancient Egypt is what Yugi picked up in school," the Pharaoh said tartly, "He tended to fail history."
Ryuuji looked surprised. "Didn't you guys look up some stuff when you found out you where a pharaoh?"
At first, Yuugi had been eager to research. But, once they both got an inkling of what may happen if they got to close to why they had the Puzzle, the Pharaoh had remarked he no longer cared about it, not wanting to hurt Yuugi. That had been a lie.
Now, he honestly didn't care.
"…Do you want to know anything?" Ryuuji asked in the same exact careful tone he'd used around his father when he knew he was close to being hit.
Obviously, he was thinking about the fact he knew the Pharaoh's name and, quite possibly, how he'd gathered that information. The Pharaoh looked away from Ryuuji, and tried to shove Sindin's face out of his mind. "No."
"We probably shouldn't leave Malik alone for very long."
The Pharaoh was glad for a change of subject. "You're right." He touched the Puzzle in order to switch places with Ryuuji. "I think he likes you better." He caught sight of his usual body in one of Ryuuji's mirrors. He still only saw Yuugi.
Ryuuji twirled a strand of hair as he began to walk out of the bedroom. "I have no idea what would give you that idea, Pharaoh."
-
Ryuuji plopped down next to Malik on the couch. "What are you watching?"
"I'm not sure," Malik said. "My English isn't good enough to follow very well."
The Pharaoh turned his attention to the TV screen. There was a police box involved, and an old man talking about time travel. It occurred to him, for the first time, he could speak the several languages Ryuuji had had drilled into him throughout his childhood.
"Doctor Who," Ryuuji said. He picked up the remote control and began to flip through the channels. "It's a ridiculous show and only serves to prove why Americans do TV better."
"I thought that was cinema," Malik said, eyes glued to the constantly changing channels.
"Not since the British Empire fell for good," Ryuuji said with a snort.
Malik relaxed a little against the couch after Ryuuji found something he was willing to watch. The Pharaoh saw no need to stay, so he retired back into his Puzzle.
-
Bakura, lying back on Ryuuji's bed, tossing one of Ryuuji’s die up and down, ruined the Pharaoh's plans for a quiet night.
"What are you doing here?"
Bakura smiled, showed his teeth. "Why, Pharaoh, that's hardly hospitable of you. I traveled a long way to pay you a visit."