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Yami no Malik x Yami no Bakura + Mai = Round 2
Title: Round 2
Word Count: 1299
Stuffage: I don't own Yuugioh. I had been wanting to do something with Yami no Malik and Mai for a while, but never have. Then, I thought of adding Yami no Bakura in it; finding that it would be fun. After seeing the annon drabble that only_fiction had, I started writing. And stopped. And wrote some more. So yes, Yami no Malik and Yami no Bakura want to pay Mai a visit.
Added Info: Yami no Malik called Mai "woman" in Japanese and "Mai dear/My dear" in the dub; don't know if he called her that in the original. So, I stuck with both.
Warnings: Shounen-ai.
~*~
"She's pretty, yes, but not someone to be feared."
"True, but also not one to be underestimated."
"Yes... I remember."
"Good. Do not forget it."
Walking past the numerous houses that all appeared identical to one another, a slender teen made his way to one place in particular. One place that he hadn't ever visited, but had been waiting to for quite some time. At the opposite end of the street came another male, not much taller, having the same destination. They both had it planned for quite a while. However, their first intention was to arrive together. That didn't matter now, seeing how they would both end up at her place anyways.
Unsuspecting eyes would surely be surprised at seeing the two, but they didn't want to be seen right away. Element of surprise, perhaps.
There had been the desire to twist and turn the Shadow Realm to conceal them, but that would both be obvious and too dramatic for this; not that making an appearance of sorts was a bad thing. But, not for her. She wouldn't need such a welcome.
Nothing so elaborate would be needed; at least not in that sense. Not in the sense of suddenly appearing from where the stood to the center of her room.
The two males had given each other a smirk of silent acknowledgement before heading, side-by-side, to the door. The shorter of the two could have easily played the part of his host, but that wouldn't do for the Egyptian; he, on the other hand, could not pretend to be his other, weaker, half. Unfortunately, he could not force his gravity defying hair to do as he pleased like the near-albino could. Nor could he mock such fake-innocent eyes, voice or appearance. Where had the other learned to act so well? Well, he was very observent; that could be it.
The two need not say anything between them, as they already knew what the other thought and wanted; at least in situations like this. They talked when they needed to. Now was not the time; unnecessary noise would surely give them away.
Slowly, the pale, silver-haired thief began to pick the locks on the front door after making sure no alarm would go off at their entrance.
Inside, they made no waste of time to look around at their surroundings (beyond gathering what they need and need not be aware of and alert to). There was no denying the female had taste, but that was not what they were after.
Though, the thief had paused for a moment to trace a slender finger over an unidentifiable object that sat in the middle of a glass table. It looked like it was worth quite a bit, but not as priceless as what they were after.
That could wait.
The thief recieved a brief pull at his shirt just after making that decision; a quick reminder that the Egyptian had no interest in items that were not priceless. After all, the thief was priceless to him. What they were after was also priceless.
Upstairs, a female sat at her bed; brushing long, golden locks for the final time before she would make her way out of her house for some adventure; even if that adventure was to shop, duel, or visit a certain creator of Dungeon Dice Monsters.
She, obviously, had no idea that the two males were just outside of her open door. Waiting. Watching. Wanting.
There was a sort of silent acknowledgement between the two as the Egyptian leaned foward to nip at the other male's neck before the two smirked and started to stalk into her room; the shadows from the Shadow Realm crept in with them. The blond had little chance to even acknowledge that the two male's were in her room and approaching her before the shadows fully engulfed the room into its own realm.
Her eyes grew large with fear as she quickly took note on whom the tanned one was; quickly remembering the nightmares that she had experienced since he had locked her away in the Shadow Realm. Her lips parted and mouthed, 'no,' but no sound could make it past her throat. It didn't take long for her to remember their last visit, either.
Fear was not something she experienced often, but after being put through such a Hell that had messed with her mind on a dangerous level, how could she not acknowledge what the taller male had done to her during their first meeting? Not to mention their last meeting.
Better yet, why had they returned?
"Hello, woman," Yami no Malik spoke as he walked past her; his right hand rose to brush against her face as he stalked to stand behind her now standing form, "Miss me, Mai dear?"
Now directly in front of her, Yami no Bakura rose his right hand to cup the side of her face while Yami no Malik's brushed against her neck; slender fingers tilting her chin upwards so she was forced to look at the thief before her.
"You do remember me, don't you?" The silver-haired thief's voice purred as he traced his fingers down to meet Yami no Malik's beneath her chin as he leaned foward.
Mai, trying to gather what had happened in a matter of seconds, attempted to gain some sort of composure with herself; luckily, Yami no Bakura being there helped that. Last time the three had come face to face, Yami no Bakura had attempted to toy with her mind (very lightly) and she had quickly put him in his place after a few exchanged words. Of course, he hadn't let it end like that and had quickly gained control back and got her to his advantage, but the blond female allowed the memory of outsmarting him at least for a few moments bring her enough strength to narrow her eyes and sarcastically state, "How can I forget?"
Her position was a bad one. Not only did she not know why there were there, but she had no idea what their intentions were of coming to her like this; especially since they took the time to take this to another Realm. Mai chose to not look at the walls and ignore the forms that seemed to be lurking in them; thick clouds of purple-blue hid the creatures in them.
Yami no Bakura's lips brushed against Mai's ear as he whispered, "Good," before meeting Yami no Malik's lips in a kiss; leaving Mai pressed between them and tilting her head akwardly to keep out of their way.
Interrupting the two would be fitting, but seeing how she really didn't care to make matters worse, she chose not to. Though, the sudden feeling of something snaking up to wrap around her legs forced her attention back to the situation. She gasped when she suddenly felt her arms being pulled tightly behind her back and did her best not to move in fear that the Egyptian would simply break her arms without any question or thought.
"That, is what I like to see, Mai," Yami no Bakura purred as he stepped back as if to examine their catch. Not too long after, Yami no Malik allowed the shadows to creep up the rest of her body and bind her arms tightly behind her back while he moved over to stand beside Yami no Bakura.
"Look, boys, you've already played this game and there's no need to go through round two," Mai spat out sarcastically. Not that either side had won last time, no. Not visably, at least. The two sides both won and lost, but neither would admit that.
"Oh, but there is, Mai dear," Yami no Malik stated. "After all, in round one, we never got to hear you scream."
~*~
Note: I have no idea if I'll actually continue from there or just leave it at that. Not yet, at least.
Word Count: 1299
Stuffage: I don't own Yuugioh. I had been wanting to do something with Yami no Malik and Mai for a while, but never have. Then, I thought of adding Yami no Bakura in it; finding that it would be fun. After seeing the annon drabble that only_fiction had, I started writing. And stopped. And wrote some more. So yes, Yami no Malik and Yami no Bakura want to pay Mai a visit.
Added Info: Yami no Malik called Mai "woman" in Japanese and "Mai dear/My dear" in the dub; don't know if he called her that in the original. So, I stuck with both.
Warnings: Shounen-ai.
~*~
"She's pretty, yes, but not someone to be feared."
"True, but also not one to be underestimated."
"Yes... I remember."
"Good. Do not forget it."
Walking past the numerous houses that all appeared identical to one another, a slender teen made his way to one place in particular. One place that he hadn't ever visited, but had been waiting to for quite some time. At the opposite end of the street came another male, not much taller, having the same destination. They both had it planned for quite a while. However, their first intention was to arrive together. That didn't matter now, seeing how they would both end up at her place anyways.
Unsuspecting eyes would surely be surprised at seeing the two, but they didn't want to be seen right away. Element of surprise, perhaps.
There had been the desire to twist and turn the Shadow Realm to conceal them, but that would both be obvious and too dramatic for this; not that making an appearance of sorts was a bad thing. But, not for her. She wouldn't need such a welcome.
Nothing so elaborate would be needed; at least not in that sense. Not in the sense of suddenly appearing from where the stood to the center of her room.
The two males had given each other a smirk of silent acknowledgement before heading, side-by-side, to the door. The shorter of the two could have easily played the part of his host, but that wouldn't do for the Egyptian; he, on the other hand, could not pretend to be his other, weaker, half. Unfortunately, he could not force his gravity defying hair to do as he pleased like the near-albino could. Nor could he mock such fake-innocent eyes, voice or appearance. Where had the other learned to act so well? Well, he was very observent; that could be it.
The two need not say anything between them, as they already knew what the other thought and wanted; at least in situations like this. They talked when they needed to. Now was not the time; unnecessary noise would surely give them away.
Slowly, the pale, silver-haired thief began to pick the locks on the front door after making sure no alarm would go off at their entrance.
Inside, they made no waste of time to look around at their surroundings (beyond gathering what they need and need not be aware of and alert to). There was no denying the female had taste, but that was not what they were after.
Though, the thief had paused for a moment to trace a slender finger over an unidentifiable object that sat in the middle of a glass table. It looked like it was worth quite a bit, but not as priceless as what they were after.
That could wait.
The thief recieved a brief pull at his shirt just after making that decision; a quick reminder that the Egyptian had no interest in items that were not priceless. After all, the thief was priceless to him. What they were after was also priceless.
Upstairs, a female sat at her bed; brushing long, golden locks for the final time before she would make her way out of her house for some adventure; even if that adventure was to shop, duel, or visit a certain creator of Dungeon Dice Monsters.
She, obviously, had no idea that the two males were just outside of her open door. Waiting. Watching. Wanting.
There was a sort of silent acknowledgement between the two as the Egyptian leaned foward to nip at the other male's neck before the two smirked and started to stalk into her room; the shadows from the Shadow Realm crept in with them. The blond had little chance to even acknowledge that the two male's were in her room and approaching her before the shadows fully engulfed the room into its own realm.
Her eyes grew large with fear as she quickly took note on whom the tanned one was; quickly remembering the nightmares that she had experienced since he had locked her away in the Shadow Realm. Her lips parted and mouthed, 'no,' but no sound could make it past her throat. It didn't take long for her to remember their last visit, either.
Fear was not something she experienced often, but after being put through such a Hell that had messed with her mind on a dangerous level, how could she not acknowledge what the taller male had done to her during their first meeting? Not to mention their last meeting.
Better yet, why had they returned?
"Hello, woman," Yami no Malik spoke as he walked past her; his right hand rose to brush against her face as he stalked to stand behind her now standing form, "Miss me, Mai dear?"
Now directly in front of her, Yami no Bakura rose his right hand to cup the side of her face while Yami no Malik's brushed against her neck; slender fingers tilting her chin upwards so she was forced to look at the thief before her.
"You do remember me, don't you?" The silver-haired thief's voice purred as he traced his fingers down to meet Yami no Malik's beneath her chin as he leaned foward.
Mai, trying to gather what had happened in a matter of seconds, attempted to gain some sort of composure with herself; luckily, Yami no Bakura being there helped that. Last time the three had come face to face, Yami no Bakura had attempted to toy with her mind (very lightly) and she had quickly put him in his place after a few exchanged words. Of course, he hadn't let it end like that and had quickly gained control back and got her to his advantage, but the blond female allowed the memory of outsmarting him at least for a few moments bring her enough strength to narrow her eyes and sarcastically state, "How can I forget?"
Her position was a bad one. Not only did she not know why there were there, but she had no idea what their intentions were of coming to her like this; especially since they took the time to take this to another Realm. Mai chose to not look at the walls and ignore the forms that seemed to be lurking in them; thick clouds of purple-blue hid the creatures in them.
Yami no Bakura's lips brushed against Mai's ear as he whispered, "Good," before meeting Yami no Malik's lips in a kiss; leaving Mai pressed between them and tilting her head akwardly to keep out of their way.
Interrupting the two would be fitting, but seeing how she really didn't care to make matters worse, she chose not to. Though, the sudden feeling of something snaking up to wrap around her legs forced her attention back to the situation. She gasped when she suddenly felt her arms being pulled tightly behind her back and did her best not to move in fear that the Egyptian would simply break her arms without any question or thought.
"That, is what I like to see, Mai," Yami no Bakura purred as he stepped back as if to examine their catch. Not too long after, Yami no Malik allowed the shadows to creep up the rest of her body and bind her arms tightly behind her back while he moved over to stand beside Yami no Bakura.
"Look, boys, you've already played this game and there's no need to go through round two," Mai spat out sarcastically. Not that either side had won last time, no. Not visably, at least. The two sides both won and lost, but neither would admit that.
"Oh, but there is, Mai dear," Yami no Malik stated. "After all, in round one, we never got to hear you scream."
~*~
Note: I have no idea if I'll actually continue from there or just leave it at that. Not yet, at least.