[fic] A Dead Dedication - Cemetery
※ Pairing - MarikxRyou
※ Written - April 3rd, & 10th, 2006
※ Warnings - mentions death, ooh.
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it.
※ Deathshipping #10 ※
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It had started out simple enough.
Ryou had simply asked him if he wanted to fly to London with him on the silver-haired boy’s annual trip to visit his family.
Marik had said yes. He didn’t know anything about Ryou’s family, except that he had a sister that was with their mother in England. Ryou’s father was away most of the time, not that the boy minded any, and Marik had met him once.
But then the looks started happening. Every time Marik would look at Bakura, the spirit would only shake his head and simply have this…look on his face. It wasn’t a good look either, and it kind of made the Egyptian spirit feel awkward. He’d asked his best friend what the look was for, but the tomb robber would only shake his head and change the subject.
That is until they were getting on the plane to England and the thief had pulled him aside.
“When you finally see them, do not hurt Ryou.”
“Hurt Ryou?” Marik was confused; he’d never raise a hand to the mortal.
Realizing the other was confused; the white-haired spirit shook his head, “Not physically. Do not make him cry.”
What was he going to do that would make Ryou cry? He thought about it the entire eleven-hour flight from Tokyo, but nothing he could think of made sense.
Ryou was quiet the entire trip, sleeping for most part of the flight. Marik hadn’t minded, considering the boy liked to cuddle in his sleep and had used the Egyptian as a makeshift pillow the entire time.
When they’d finally landed, Marik had expected Ryou to excitedly drag him to meet his family (not that he’d be reluctant or anything.). Instead, they shared a quiet lunch at a small café. Ryou said he’d gone there with his mom everyday before he’d started school.
A young woman was seated in a table behind Ryou, with her little girl. The blonde haired child noticed him watching and waved. Marik smiled and wave back.
After that they went to a park and sat on a set of swings. “Amane loves these!” Ryou grinned childishly, “She’d push me for hours when we came.”
Marik was happy to see the other so relaxed. He pushed himself and let the wind rush passed his ears. The higher and higher he got, he was able to see more of the park. It was a beautiful place. Very clean despite the number of people living in the city. Domino was nice, but you could always find litter somewhere.
And the giant cross that sat at the entrance was magnificent, especially with all the yellow roses and white lilies that had been placed around it.
The Egyptian noticed that same woman and little girl walking by, the child smiled at him before plucking a white lily from the patch and handing it to her mother.
“Ryou? Shouldn’t we be going?” Marik stopped swinging realized how late it was getting. He looked over at the boy.
Ryou only smiled, “Don’t worry. They weren’t going anywhere.” He promised.
After that Ryou took him to his old school. Marik half expected the woman and her child to show up, but they didn’t. Marik learned that this building held unpleasant memories for Ryou. Apparently not many people were fond of the shy child.
Keh, their lose. Marik figured.
Finally, Ryou took his hand, “Alright, they’ve waited long enough, and we’re almost there anyway.” He promised as they walked down the sidewalk.
”Where are we going now?” Marik wondered, noticing that there weren’t many houses around them now.
“Harrow Road.” Ryou replied shortly.
Marik just shrugged and let himself be led. A giggle caused him to turn around. It was that little girl and her mother again.
“Ryou…” Marik began, wondering if the other noticed.
Ryou just looked at him and smiled softly, “Don’t worry about it, we’re almost there.” He said and gently tugged the other further ahead.
With great reluctance Marik allowed himself to be dragged and only stopped when they were in front of large rot iron gates.
Marik blinked, everything making sense now. “Ryou…this is a cemetery…” He exclaimed, looking at the younger male.
Ryou only giggled, “You’re catching on.” He pushed one of the gates open with one hand and pulled Marik with the other. As they walked, Marik realized that the woman and her child were giggling and laughing as they ran a few rows away from them. He was about to say something when Ryou beat him to it. “You can see them too, can’t you?” He wondered, stopping to look at Marik.
“Them?” Marik tilted his head toward the couple.
Ryou smiled and nodded eagerly, “Yeah! That little girl and that woman…Bakura couldn’t even see them before…but you can.” He seemed relieved.
“Who are they? They’ve been following us ever since the café.” Marik questioned.
He followed Ryou through the grounds, following a particular path. “They haven’t exactly been following us…they’ve been following me.” Ryou explained, “It happens every time I come home.” He whispered softly, “That’s my mother and my sister.”
“What?” Marik was confused, “Why haven’t they come and said something then? They haven’t seen you in a year.”
Ryou shook his head, seeing that Marik still didn’t quite get it. “Marik…they haven’t seen me since I was about eight.”
“But you come here every year.” The Egyptian tilted his head in confusion.
Ryou laughed softly, for such an evil spirit, Marik could be so cute sometimes. “They’re dead Marik. They died when I was eight in a car accident in front of that park.” He began to explain.
“That day, Amane and I had met Mom at the café where she worked. We had, what would be, our last meal together. I was at school when I heard about the accident. A student diver had been learning on that road in front of the park as my sister and my mom were walking by it. Something, a kid or a dog or something had jumped out in front of the driver and scared him. The driver lost control in his panic and hit my mom and Amane. That cross…and those flowers, they’re all for them in remembrance.” He continued. “Every time I come here, I start the routine, having lunch at the café, visiting the park where it happened, and seeing my old school where I was when it happened. It all leads here.” They finally stopped and Marik noticed the two headstones in front of him.
It was easy to read the ‘BAKURA’ behind both of the names.
“Now Bakura’s words make sense.” Marik mumbled.
“What do you mean?” Ryou wondered.
“He told me not to make you cry when I finally met your sister and mother.”
Ryou giggled to himself, “Make me cry? How would you do that?”
“Not sure, but he seemed rather adamant that I didn’t.” Marik shook his head.
“Are you going to?” Ryou asked after a moment of silence, an amused smiled sitting on his lips.
Marik blinked in surprise, “What? Make you cry? I don’t think so.” He pouted at the thought.
Ryou giggled again, “Thank you for sharing this with me Marik…Bakura couldn’t see them, he couldn’t understand…but for some reason…you do.” He shrugged, happy that he wasn’t alone in seeing the spirits anymore.
Marik put an arm around the smaller boy’s shoulders as they watched the little girl and her mother play in a small clearing. “Maybe they like me.” The Egyptian smiled to himself.
Ryou leaned his head against Marik’s shoulder. “I hope so.”
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※ Written - April 3rd, & 10th, 2006
※ Warnings - mentions death, ooh.
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it.
※ Deathshipping #10 ※
ღ - ღ - ღ
It had started out simple enough.
Ryou had simply asked him if he wanted to fly to London with him on the silver-haired boy’s annual trip to visit his family.
Marik had said yes. He didn’t know anything about Ryou’s family, except that he had a sister that was with their mother in England. Ryou’s father was away most of the time, not that the boy minded any, and Marik had met him once.
But then the looks started happening. Every time Marik would look at Bakura, the spirit would only shake his head and simply have this…look on his face. It wasn’t a good look either, and it kind of made the Egyptian spirit feel awkward. He’d asked his best friend what the look was for, but the tomb robber would only shake his head and change the subject.
That is until they were getting on the plane to England and the thief had pulled him aside.
“When you finally see them, do not hurt Ryou.”
“Hurt Ryou?” Marik was confused; he’d never raise a hand to the mortal.
Realizing the other was confused; the white-haired spirit shook his head, “Not physically. Do not make him cry.”
What was he going to do that would make Ryou cry? He thought about it the entire eleven-hour flight from Tokyo, but nothing he could think of made sense.
Ryou was quiet the entire trip, sleeping for most part of the flight. Marik hadn’t minded, considering the boy liked to cuddle in his sleep and had used the Egyptian as a makeshift pillow the entire time.
When they’d finally landed, Marik had expected Ryou to excitedly drag him to meet his family (not that he’d be reluctant or anything.). Instead, they shared a quiet lunch at a small café. Ryou said he’d gone there with his mom everyday before he’d started school.
A young woman was seated in a table behind Ryou, with her little girl. The blonde haired child noticed him watching and waved. Marik smiled and wave back.
After that they went to a park and sat on a set of swings. “Amane loves these!” Ryou grinned childishly, “She’d push me for hours when we came.”
Marik was happy to see the other so relaxed. He pushed himself and let the wind rush passed his ears. The higher and higher he got, he was able to see more of the park. It was a beautiful place. Very clean despite the number of people living in the city. Domino was nice, but you could always find litter somewhere.
And the giant cross that sat at the entrance was magnificent, especially with all the yellow roses and white lilies that had been placed around it.
The Egyptian noticed that same woman and little girl walking by, the child smiled at him before plucking a white lily from the patch and handing it to her mother.
“Ryou? Shouldn’t we be going?” Marik stopped swinging realized how late it was getting. He looked over at the boy.
Ryou only smiled, “Don’t worry. They weren’t going anywhere.” He promised.
After that Ryou took him to his old school. Marik half expected the woman and her child to show up, but they didn’t. Marik learned that this building held unpleasant memories for Ryou. Apparently not many people were fond of the shy child.
Keh, their lose. Marik figured.
Finally, Ryou took his hand, “Alright, they’ve waited long enough, and we’re almost there anyway.” He promised as they walked down the sidewalk.
”Where are we going now?” Marik wondered, noticing that there weren’t many houses around them now.
“Harrow Road.” Ryou replied shortly.
Marik just shrugged and let himself be led. A giggle caused him to turn around. It was that little girl and her mother again.
“Ryou…” Marik began, wondering if the other noticed.
Ryou just looked at him and smiled softly, “Don’t worry about it, we’re almost there.” He said and gently tugged the other further ahead.
With great reluctance Marik allowed himself to be dragged and only stopped when they were in front of large rot iron gates.
Marik blinked, everything making sense now. “Ryou…this is a cemetery…” He exclaimed, looking at the younger male.
Ryou only giggled, “You’re catching on.” He pushed one of the gates open with one hand and pulled Marik with the other. As they walked, Marik realized that the woman and her child were giggling and laughing as they ran a few rows away from them. He was about to say something when Ryou beat him to it. “You can see them too, can’t you?” He wondered, stopping to look at Marik.
“Them?” Marik tilted his head toward the couple.
Ryou smiled and nodded eagerly, “Yeah! That little girl and that woman…Bakura couldn’t even see them before…but you can.” He seemed relieved.
“Who are they? They’ve been following us ever since the café.” Marik questioned.
He followed Ryou through the grounds, following a particular path. “They haven’t exactly been following us…they’ve been following me.” Ryou explained, “It happens every time I come home.” He whispered softly, “That’s my mother and my sister.”
“What?” Marik was confused, “Why haven’t they come and said something then? They haven’t seen you in a year.”
Ryou shook his head, seeing that Marik still didn’t quite get it. “Marik…they haven’t seen me since I was about eight.”
“But you come here every year.” The Egyptian tilted his head in confusion.
Ryou laughed softly, for such an evil spirit, Marik could be so cute sometimes. “They’re dead Marik. They died when I was eight in a car accident in front of that park.” He began to explain.
“That day, Amane and I had met Mom at the café where she worked. We had, what would be, our last meal together. I was at school when I heard about the accident. A student diver had been learning on that road in front of the park as my sister and my mom were walking by it. Something, a kid or a dog or something had jumped out in front of the driver and scared him. The driver lost control in his panic and hit my mom and Amane. That cross…and those flowers, they’re all for them in remembrance.” He continued. “Every time I come here, I start the routine, having lunch at the café, visiting the park where it happened, and seeing my old school where I was when it happened. It all leads here.” They finally stopped and Marik noticed the two headstones in front of him.
It was easy to read the ‘BAKURA’ behind both of the names.
“Now Bakura’s words make sense.” Marik mumbled.
“What do you mean?” Ryou wondered.
“He told me not to make you cry when I finally met your sister and mother.”
Ryou giggled to himself, “Make me cry? How would you do that?”
“Not sure, but he seemed rather adamant that I didn’t.” Marik shook his head.
“Are you going to?” Ryou asked after a moment of silence, an amused smiled sitting on his lips.
Marik blinked in surprise, “What? Make you cry? I don’t think so.” He pouted at the thought.
Ryou giggled again, “Thank you for sharing this with me Marik…Bakura couldn’t see them, he couldn’t understand…but for some reason…you do.” He shrugged, happy that he wasn’t alone in seeing the spirits anymore.
Marik put an arm around the smaller boy’s shoulders as they watched the little girl and her mother play in a small clearing. “Maybe they like me.” The Egyptian smiled to himself.
Ryou leaned his head against Marik’s shoulder. “I hope so.”
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