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Yu-Gi-Oh!: Aurora	By : NeonTiger Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 12172 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Aurora

By Neon Tiger and
Yuki Ryu

Chapter Ten

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�� "Nnngh... It's... getting hard..."
�� "Don't
stop now... you're almost there..."
�� "But I
can't finish it...! It's too BIG..."
�� "No it isn't.
Just relax and take it nice and slow..."
�� "But...
it's just so much to swallow at once!"
�� "Not if
you do it a little bit at a time."
�� "Mfff... I can't... I've got a headache..."
�� Bakura let out
an irritable huff as he leaned back against the headboard. "Fine, we'll
take a break," he said, trying not to show his frustration.
�� "Sorry,"
Malik murmured as he slowly closed the book. He glanced back at Bakura, feeling
guilty over being so difficult. "I... I guess I'm just not smart
enough."
�� "No, you
just convince yourself that you're too dumb to learn anything and defeat
yourself," Bakura grunted as he made a vague gesture in the air with his
fingers. "You will never learn
to read if you don't stop doing that."
�� Malik slumped
his shoulders, sighing softly. "I'm sorry..."
�� Bakura let out
a weary sigh before he pulled the blond back against him. He had been sitting
behind Malik, helping the other boy try to read one of the books from the
library, which had been comfortable save for the tanned boy's pessimistic
attitude. "Stop that."
�� "I'm
so-," Malik immediately cut himself off, covering his mouth. He glanced
back at the thief and shrugged helplessly.
�� Bakura eyed
the tanned boy blandly. "One day, Malik, I'm going to break you of that
habit so that you'll only say you're sorry when you actually mean it," he
proclaimed dryly. He then lifted his legs slightly, placing the bottoms of his
feet onto the sheets, so that he could allow for better circulation while he
waited for Malik to get ready again; inadvertently he brushed them against the
other boy's hips because Malik sat so closely in front of him that the blond
was practically sitting in his lap.
�� Malik blinked
as he noticed Bakura shift, then sighed and leaned back against the thief. Things
had changed so drastically since the incident in the bathing room days before.
Ever since then, Bakura had grown increasingly more "hands on" - it
was inconceivable that the silver haired boy had ever been embarrassed by it.
�� The former
slave had finally finished healing completely, scar and blemish free thanks to
the wonders of sorcerer medicine. He was finally able to explore the cave and
do some work without worrying Bakura, but he soon found things were still
radically different.
�� Now that he
didn't need to do anything, the
former slave found himself having to ponder what he'd like to do. Such a thought never occurred to him before.
�� It was during
this time that Bakura had discovered Malik's inability to read. Malik hadn't
thought too much of it, but the thief had made up his mind: he was going to
teach his former slave how to read, one way or another. Malik suspected it
might have had something to do with proving his father wrong; something Bakura
was almost obsessed with doing.
�� Almost as
obsessed with goosing him whenever his back was turned...
�� As if his
former master could read his mind, Bakura's hand chose that moment to slip
sneakily towards the tanned boy's rear to gently squeeze it, just short of
pinching the tender flesh.
�� Malik jumped
with a squeak, immediately snapping to attention. "Ah-!?"
�� Bakura
immediately put his hands behind his head and quickly found the wall quite
fascinating just before the other boy turned to look back at him. After a
moment he pretended to notice Malik's attention for the first time and glanced
at the blond as if nothing had happened. "Hmm? Done with your break
yet?"
�� Malik wrinkled
his nose as he eyed Bakura suspiciously. "...Oooiii..."
�� "What?"
Bakura asked, acting as if he were the very picture of innocence.
�� Malik sighed
and shook his head before settling back down. Bakura would always sneak attack
him, so there really wasn't any point in getting upset about it. Besides, it
wasn't as if he didn't like the
attention - though, he could do without the pinching.
�� It was at this
time that Bakura started to softly caress Malik's thigh, interrupting the other
boy's thoughts once again.
�� Malik squeaked
softly as he snapped to attention once again, and then glanced down at his
thigh in an attempt to spot the culprit.
�� Unfortunately
Bakura proved once again why he was an excellent thief with those quick and
sneaky fingers of his, which had been discreetly moved to idly scratch one of
his knees. He appeared rather bored as he gazed at the walls, apparently
innocently waiting for the blond to be ready to read again.
�� Malik turned
to look at Bakura dryly, his expression deadpanning.
�� It apparently
took a moment for the thief to notice the other boy's gaze. "Hmm?"
Bakura tilted his head slightly as he looked at Malik. "Yes?"
�� Malik huffed
before crossing his arms as he continued to gaze
at Bakura.
�� "What?"
the bandit asked, feigning innocence quite convincingly. "Is there
something wrong?"
�� Malik made a
noise of frustration. What was the point in getting irritated? Bakura would
only pretend to be innocent about the whole matter!
�� Without
warning the thief chose that moment to steal a kiss from the blond's lips.
�� Malik jumped
in surprise and sat up, turning to face Bakura completely. "O-oi!"
�� "What?"
Bakura asked between soft chuckles before he leaned in closer to the other boy
so that they were nose to nose. "Did you expect me not to steal a kiss
from those pouty lips of yours?" he teased.
Again he surprised his companion with another sudden kiss.
�� "Mwr-!" Malik's cheeks tinted brightly at the kiss. He
leaned back and glowered at Bakura, though the feeling was definitely more
sulky than angry. "I t-thought you were going to teach me to read, not
molest me!"
�� "Oh, so
you're finally done with your break now?" Bakura asked as he quirked an
eyebrow.
�� Malik paused
at that, blinking, before eying Bakura suspiciously. "...Was that what you
were trying to do?"
�� "What
was?" Bakura asked coyly as he tilted his head slightly. Sneakily he
placed a hand on Malik's stomach, softly rubbing the other boy through the
slightly rough clothing.
�� "Y-you
know perfectly well-!" Malik broke off with a gasp as his stomach quivered
against that rubbing. "O-oi!"
�� "Hmm?"
Bakura paused in his actions as he tilted his head a little more.
�� "You're
teasing me!" Malik whined, looking terribly embarrassed.
�� "Me?"
Bakura gasped before he feigned as if he had been wounded by the accusation.
"I'm just waiting for you to be ready to learn how to read again!"
�� Malik huffed
as he eyed Bakura, and then picked up the book. "Fine! Let's just get this
over with!"
�� "I am so
glad to see you enjoy my lessons," Bakura quipped sarcastically before
sitting up so that he could read over Malik's shoulder.
�� Malik paused
at that before drooping guiltily. "...Sorry... I didn't mean it like
that..."
�� A slightly
frustrated sigh escaped Bakura. "I know," he said as he slipped his
arms around Malik's waist, pulling his former slave close.
�� Malik leaned
back against Bakura, tilting his head so that his forehead rested against the
thief's cheek. "...How did you learn to read?"
�� Bakura blinked
at the other boy. He hesitated for a moment before answering. "My parents
taught me a bit of it, but I mostly had to teach myself," he explained
before reaching out to tap the book the blond held. "This was one of the
books I used in fact."
�� "Oh,"
Malik blinked at the book before peering at Bakura. "...Wow... that
must've been hard..."
�� The thief
couldn't help but let out a weary sigh at the memory. "Extremely."
�� Malik looked
at his former master before nuzzling him. "I'll... try harder."
�� Bakura blinked
at the action, and then couldn't help but smile affectionately at the blond.
"Good." He then moved to kiss his companion softly.
�� Malik blushed
before turning to stare at the book. He made a face and slowly opened it,
trying to ignore his feeling of dread. He once again exposed the numerous
squiggly lines that were supposedly words, staring at them blankly.
"...Um..."
�� Letting out
another sigh, Bakura reached out to place a finger beneath one of the strange
marks on the parchment. "Okay, repeat after me: 'the sky is blue',"
he said slowly, sounding out each part of the word as his finger moved beneath
each character on the page.
�� Malik's eyes
followed Bakura's finger. "The - sky - is - blue." he repeated, though
he didn't understand why those squiggly lines stood for that and not something
else.
�� Bakura noticed
the expression on the lavender-eyed boy's face and let out another sigh.
"Let me guess: you've forgotten what each symbol stands for, right?"
�� "I... I'm
sorry..." Malik replied, slumping his shoulders again. "I just...
can't tell one squiggle from another!"
�� Bakura
resisted the urge to sigh again as he held his head. If nothing else Malik was
teaching him a valuable lesson in patience. "Maybe we should try another
approach," he muttered as he took the book and closed it. "How about
I just write out all of the symbols and you repeat each one until you've
memorized them?"
�� "Yeah,
okay," Malik nodded, smiling weakly. He was disappointing Bakura so badly,
he had to try to make it up to him. "I can try...!"
�� Bakura noticed
the other boy's look and nuzzled Malik's cheek. "Don't let it get to
you," he said soothingly. "You will get it eventually." He went
silent for a moment as something that had been nagging at the back of his mind
since that morning once again reminded the thief that it was there. He looked
to the book as he set it aside, purposefully not looking at Malik as he spoke
casually. "And when you do, you will have something to do whenever I leave
the cave..."
�� "Leave?"
Malik looked alarmed at that. "Leave the cave?!"
�� Bakura kept
his expression carefully casual, still not looking at his companion. Ever since
the incident that occurred the last time he left the cave, he had refrained
from even so much as mentioning that he would have to do it again.
Unfortunately the thief could only put it off for so long. "For things
like getting supplies in town," he elaborated. "We are a bit low on a
few things, so..."
�� "So I'm
coming too, then!" Malik interrupted his former master, moving to cling to
Bakura's shoulders. "I don't want to be left behind!"
�� Startled,
Bakura turned to stare at the other boy. "What?" he asked, as if he
didn't hear the blond's declaration correctly.
�� "I'm
coming too!" Malik repeated, a bit more firmly. "I'm going where
you're going!"
�� Bakura didn't
know what to say right away, as he hadn't expected Malik to demand to come
along with him so vehemently. He had thought that the blond would get upset and
beg him to stay, maybe even cry, but instead the once slave was showing a
surprising amount of forcefulness. "It'd be safer if you stay here,"
he said after he recovered his bearings. "The city and desert can be
dangerous."
�� "You'll
be with me," Malik replied, shrugging. "I'm safe if I'm with you."
�� Bakura
couldn't help but let out a slight snicker and grinned crookedly at his
companion. "Okay, you have a point there."
�� Malik nodded
in agreement. "So it doesn't matter if the city and desert are dangerous.
If I stay with you, no one can hurt me."
�� Bakura mulled
the idea over for a few moments. The idea seemed to be a good one, but still,
he had some reservations about it. "Are you sure you can handle a trip to
the city?"
�� "Yes!"
Malik was adamant. He wasn't going to stay behind � he would stalk Bakura if he
had to.
�� Bakura
regarded the determined expression on Malik's face. He had to admit; the blond
seemed more determined than he had ever seen the other boy about anything else.
It was kind of a turn on. "All right... but only if you stay close to me the entire time and do everything I tell you to."
�� Malik nodded
vigorously, smiling brightly. He was glad Bakura was allowing him to come, as
stalking a horse would be difficult. "Yes, yes, okay!"
�� Bakura
couldn't help but feel good at the sight of Malik's bright and cheerful smile,
and returned it with one of his own. "Good."
�� Malik beamed,
then paused and made a face as a thought occurred to him. "Um... would
your horse protest?"
�� "Probably
not if I got him used to you first," Bakura said thoughtfully.
�� "Probably...?"
�� "Well, I
am sure that Dusk won't buck you off and trample you to death with me
there."
�� "..."

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�� "Are we
there yet...?" Malik whined; his face distorted with discomfort. His rump
ached terribly, unused to riding, and it reminded him of this fact rather
strongly.
�� Bakura let out
a weary sigh as he sat behind the blond with his arms wrapped around the other
boy's waist while holding the reigns firmly. Ever since they left Malik just
would not keep quiet about how uncomfortable the ride was. It made the thief almost long for the days that Malik was
too terrified to speak when he first kidnapped his former slave, let alone
complain. "The city gates are just up ahead and we will be inside them in
a few minutes," he answered, his tone denoting just how weary he was at
their journey.
�� "Good,"
Malik breathed a sigh of relief. "My rear hasn't hurt this bad since my
father beat me unconscious with a chair leg!"
�� Instantly
Bakura felt a wave of guilt hit him, causing his insides to feel as if they
were twisting slightly. Of course Malik was silent and obedient last time they
rode Dusk because of the other boy's horrible father taking to beating the poor
boy as a daily ritual until the blond feared to utter a single word unless it
was to beg for forgiveness. Even if Malik had been extremely annoying with his
complaints, that was far better than seeing him weak, frightened, and broken
due to abuse. Unable to help himself, Bakura pulled the once abused slave
closer to his body. "Don't worry, we'll be there soon," he murmured
in his friend's ear.
�� Malik blinked
and glanced at Bakura, surprised by his sudden change in mood. However, he
supposed it might not be a good idea to press Bakura � the thief would most
likely deny it. Instead, he nodded hesitantly, and then managed a weak grin.
"Okay..."
�� However Malik
was quickly distracted from Bakura's change of mood as Dusk trotted towards the
city gate. Even from the distance, Malik could hear the sounds of every-day
life. The former slave went silent and listened intently, tensing slightly. He
had never been outside in a crowd before, and had even been lectured (and
beaten) into outright avoiding them. Yet, here he was going to the market of a
large city during one of the busiest times of the day!
�� His father
would have had a heart attack. Malik himself felt a similar episode coming on
in spite of himself, suddenly feeling rather exposed and bewildered. He leaned
back against Bakura, his breathing quickening.
�� "Calm
down," Bakura whispered soothingly in the blond's ear, as he noticed
Malik's growing panic. "It's okay. Just ignore them."
�� Malik twitched
slightly before turning to glance at the other boy. He swallowed nervously and
nodded, then leaned back against his former master seeking his comforting
presence. Everything would be okay - he had Bakura with him.
�� "Just
remember what I told you," Bakura said quietly as he brought Dusk to a
halt just outside the gate. "Stay close to me and listen to me at all
times."
�� The blond
nodded vigorously as he pressed up closer to Bakura. "I know... I
will..."
�� Bakura nodded
as well, pleased at the response. "Good." He then carefully
disengaged himself from the other boy before hopping off of Dusk's back, landing
gracefully on the sand. Once there he turned to reach his arms out to Malik so
that he could help his companion down as well. "Come on, we have to go the
rest of the way in on foot. Dusk doesn't like crowds."
�� "He's not
the only one," Malik replied as he moved forward to grip Bakura's
shoulders, using the other boy for support as he slipped off the horse's back.
"...I feel so naked."
�� Such a comment
was rewarded with an odd look from Bakura as he regarded the blond blandly.
"With how much clothing you're wearing?"
�� "...Well,
I just recently got used to being bare around you," Malik muttered. He
fidgeted and glanced down at himself, particularly his plain robes covering
most of his body. The thief wouldn't allow him to wear the veil and hood, but
he at least consented to the rather bulky clothing. "...But now a whole
bunch of strangers will be looking at me, too!"
�� "I did
not say I wanted you naked around
anyone but me," Bakura grunted as he put a hand on his hip. "I just
meant for you to wear something comfortable like I am." He then gestured
at himself and what he wore; a large nicely designed open blue robe, which
exposed his chest, a darker blue sarong, and light colored slippers. The thief
also adorned his ensemble with some jewelry, which helped to make him look as
if he lived in the palace rather than in a cave.
�� "I know,
but I still... No one's ever seen my face except for my father, my sister, and
you. So it's... a bit weird." Malik shrugged helplessly. "I guess
it's... silly to think that way."
�� "Yes it
is." Bakura nodded in agreement before he poked the other boy's stomach.
"Now, come on, let's go get something to eat before we start
shopping."
�� Malik squeaked
in surprise, jumping as he covered his stomach. He huffed and rubbed his tummy
before eying Bakura. "F-fine, but remember! No stealing... and no hurting
anyone."
�� Bakura made a
face at that as he remembered the promise he had made to his once slave before
they left their home. Malik had been as insistent towards coming along as he
had towards his demand that the thief not steal from anyone or hurt anyone as
he had the night that they first met. Bakura had no choice but to agree to the
promise, or his companion would have kept whining and giving him sad, almost
heart-breaking looks until he did. "Right... Unless it's in
self-defense."
�� "How can
you STEAL in self-defense?" Malik asked, arching an eyebrow.
�� Bakura gave
his friend a sly look. "I have my ways," he answered enigmatically as
he took the blond's hand and led his friend towards the city.
�� Malik blinked
at that but made to follow Bakura, squeezing his hand. There was no point in
arguing with Bakura - he had promised, so that was all that mattered.
�� The thief
returned the squeeze as he grinned at his companion, and pulled Malik closer as
they walked past the guards at the gates and into the city.
�� "You look
like a nobleman," Malik murmured as they entered the city, staying close
to Bakura's side. "Or a rich master of a palace with hundreds of
slaves."
�� Bakura blinked
at Malik, surprised at the comment, though he couldn't help but chuckle.
"What would I need slaves for when I have you?" he teased as he
pulled the lavender-eyed boy closer.
�� Malik blushed
and let out a soft giggle before turning to smile at Bakura. Anything he was
about to say had been cut off when the two of them entered the thick of the
market place. Malik let out a sharp gasp as the city buildings gave way to people - hundreds and hundreds of people.
�� "Keep
close to me," Bakura said lowly in the blond's ear, though he kept his
voice loud enough to be heard over the din of the noisy crowd. "It's easy
to get lost in a crowd like this and there are usually at least a handful of
pickpockets looking for an easy mark."
�� "...A
thief trying to rob a thief?" Malik murmured, amused at the thought.
However, he moved closer to Bakura just the same.
�� As Bakura
wrapped his arm around the other boy's waist, he regarded Malik with a flat
look. "I'm more worried about someone targeting you."
�� "Yes,
well..." Malik smiled wryly. "They'd still have to contend with
you."
�� "Of
course they would," Bakura chuckled before a predatory look appeared
across his features. "If anyone even thinks
of touching you, they will regret it."
�� Malik blushed
brightly at the expression and nodded. "...You'll protect me. I trust
you... so it's okay."
�� Bakura
returned the nod with one of his own and a grin that allowed the other boy to
catch a glimpse of his fangs, before he concentrated on where they were going.
�� Malik walked
slowly with Bakura, occasionally glancing at him before looking around at their
surroundings. "...Will Dusk be alright by himself?"
�� "He'll be
fine." Bakura waved dismissively with his free hand. "Dusk knows
where to go to find food, water, and shade near the city wall."
�� "No one
will try to steal him?" Malik pressed as he walked with Bakura through the
crowds. He was barely aware of the eyes occasionally turning to peer at him,
though he tried not to show it; he felt like he was being appraised like a
piece of meat for sale.
�� "The last
time someone tried to ride Dusk, he kicked them in the face with his hooves and
knocked out a good number of their teeth." Bakura smirked at the memory.
�� "...Okay,
so it's a stupid question," Malik murmured, sounding a bit dazed. He idly
wondered if Dusk really was a horse, or a wild cat in horse's clothing.
�� "Are you
okay?" Bakura asked; growing concerned by the expression on Malik's face,
as well as the other boy's tone.
�� "Ah?"
Malik blinked, then smiled nervously and nodded. "Y-yes, just a... little
flushed. But that's because of the heavy clothes, the heat, and being so
close..."
�� Bakura let out
an exasperated huff. "That's because you wouldn't listen when I told you
to wear something sensible. Didn't I
tell you this would happen?"
�� "I'm
fine..." Malik assured the thief, shifting slightly. "I'm fine,
really!"
�� "Good,
then you won't mind if we go buy you some new clothes." Bakura then
changed the direction that they were walking in.
�� "Buy-?"
Malik faltered before moving to step in front of Bakura. "Buy me new
clothes?! But... that'd be so wasteful!"
�� Bakura paused
as he put his hands on his hips and gave Malik a piercing gaze, saying nothing.
�� Malik paused
before he withered under Bakura's gaze, hunching his shoulders. He could practically
feel Bakura disapproving of what he just said, eliminating the need for the
thief to say a word. The blond shifted slightly, then shrugged.
"...Okay?"
�� Bakura
grinned, smug in the fact that he won the argument without even speaking, and
slipped his arm around the other boy's shoulders. "Good."
�� Malik sighed
and walked with Bakura, idly noting it was best to pick his battles.
Particularly if it was a battle he knew he couldn't win.
�� "What do
you MEAN this is the best you can
offer me?! I bought this at twice the
price!"
�� Malik stopped
in his tracks, his entire body going tense as his eyes widened to the size of
dinner plates.
�� Bakura stopped
as well as he looked at his companion. "What's wrong?"
�� Malik trembled
slightly as he felt his insides freeze. Slowly, he started to turn his head to
find the source of the screams. He knew
that voice...
�� "That's not good enough!" a man's
voice bellowed, easily heard over the noise of the crowd. As such it was easy
to find the man with a tightly braided wig of hair wearing regal robes shouting
at a cowering shopkeeper. "I DEMAND
you pay me full price!"
�� Malik's entire
body started to tremble as his breathing quickened. He knew that voice, even
above all the sounds of the crowd. He would always remember that voice,
haunting him in darkness and light; a reminder of what he had been and what he
had accepted for too long.
�� It was his
father.
�� "Malik?"
Bakura asked, speaking loudly to get through to his friend. He glanced between
his companion and their surroundings, trying to find what had upset him. His
gaze quickly settled on the loud man, suspecting that the person upsetting the
other people in the market place might be the culprit.
�� "...F-father..."
Malik whispered, his voice harsh.
�� Bakura's eyes
widened before they narrowed sharply. Without a word he grabbed Malik, pulling
the other boy close to him so that his body hid the blond's face, and then he
quickly escorted Malik away from the man he hated so much.
�� Malik didn't
seem to respond at first, forcing the thief to drag him. However, the further
away they got from the father, the more the boy seemed to come to life. The
young former slave moved to wrap his arms tightly around Bakura, like a vice
grip, and buried his face in the boy's chest as he murmured hysterically.
�� Once they were
out of earshot of the reviled man's yelling, Bakura pulled his friend into an
alleyway for some privacy so that he could hold Malik closely and comfortingly,
cooing into the other boy's ear assuringly,
"It's okay, Malik... Don't be afraid..." Rage bubbled within the
thief just beneath the surface. He so desperately wanted to kill Malik's
father, and was tempted to at least tell the old man off in front of everyone,
maybe even instigating the bastard into trying to hit him with that whip Malik
was so afraid of so he could keep his promise to his friend and only hurt
people in self-defense. He wouldn't have killed
the elder man in front of everyone; just broken every bone in the man's hands
and feet so that they would have to be amputated. However, because of the fact
that Malik was there and was so terrified, Bakura had quickly decided that what
was more important right now was to calm and reassure Malik.
�� "Don't
let him take me..." Malik whimpered as he pressed up his entire body
against Bakura's. "Bakura... I don't want to go with him... don't let him
hurt me...!"
�� "Shhh..." Bakura rubbed the blond's back in small
circles as he held Malik as closely as possible, returning his attention
completely to the frightened boy in his arms. "It's okay... I won't let anyone take you away from me. Not now.
Not ever." His voice dropped to an almost hiss. "I will kill them if
they try."
�� Malik nodded,
brushing his forehead against Bakura's chest as he clung to the thief with all
his might. Slowly his body started to relax, allowing himself to be soothed by
the comforting voice of his former master. He was safe - his father would never
hurt him again.
�� Even as Malik
began to relax, Bakura continued to rub his former slave's back. He even
started to hum quietly in the blond's ear to help soothe the stressed boy.
Malik would always relax faster when he hummed or sang to his friend.
�� Malik sighed
softly and slumped against Bakura, his body no longer tense. He was safe in
Bakura's arms, shielding him from everyone and everything that might try to
harm him.
�� "Feel
better now?" Bakura asked softly, his breath lightly tickling the other
boy's ear.
�� "Mmm-hmmm..." Malik mumbled in response, shivering
slightly at the ticklish breath. He shifted before lifting his eyes to look at
Bakura.
�� "Good."
Bakura smiled gently at the blond before brushing a few stray hairs away from
the other boy's amethyst eyes. "Do you want to go to an inn now, or
home?"
�� "...We
still need to get supplies," Malik grunted. "We came all the way
here, so we can't leave as soon as we arrive...!"
�� "Are you
up to going back to the market?" Bakura asked quietly, watching his
companion's reaction carefully.
�� "...Y-yes,"
Malik nodded hesitantly. "...But is it okay if we... avoid the area he's at?"
�� Bakura grinned
crookedly. "Well, that one clothing shop I mentioned earlier is in the
opposite direction...."
�� Malik nodded
as he gripped Bakura tightly. "Okay..."
�� As Bakura
slowly escorted Malik out of the alley, his thoughts turned to one thing: punishing
Malik's father for all that he had done to his friend.
�� It was only a
matter of time.
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