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Author: Errmmm…yess
it’s been awhile hasn’t it?
Bakura: NOOOOO!!! I thought I was free!!!
Author: Ummm…you are…anyhow, I was
looking at some of my older chapters to refresh my memory when I realized that
when I put a line blank in to separate times it doesn’t show! So now I have to
put two lines in!
Bakura: She’s stupid…
Author: I heard that!
Bakura: O.O Just for that I’m gonna
get it…
Author: *snickers* okok…enough of
that, I’ll get on with the fic!
Bakura: I wish she wouldn’t say that…
~*~*~*~*~
“It’s good to have someone to hang out with,” Yugi bit into
his hamburger hungrily, “with Yami not being around and all…”
“Huh?” Ryou looked up from his salad, “did Yami go off
somewhere? He rarely does that; he’s like your shadow!”
His smaller friend nodded, “That’s what I thought was so
odd, but he said he was going to do something with Kaiba…”
Ryou choked, “W-what? Those two?
You sure they won’t eat each other alive?”
“I don’t know…” Yugi giggled at the thought of the CEO
chomping down upon his yami’s wild hair and not letting go, “but from what Yami
said, they were getting along, at least getting along with whatever they are
doing.”
“I see…”
Bakura awoke to being cold, miserable and wet. Indeed he
felt slightly cleaner; someone must have bathed him. However, he was certainly
not pleased with his situation; no longer was he strapped to a table but back
in his old “home”: the cage.
“Hmph…he even has the bloody
leash, what sweet memories they bring back,” he said sarcastically as he tugged
the more or less exact replica of the leash he was committed to so many years
ago. At least for the moment he is being left alone…was Ryou worried about him?
Has Malik begun to see connections? Right now the Egyptian’s the only one who
would suspect anything knowing his past, but will be betray him and tell the
others. At the moment, Bakura really wished that Malik would just squeal
already…it would certainly save him some pain. It’s not like he was much pride
left anyhow, he just threw it out the window. He no longer had the Ring around
his neck since he left that one night in such a hurry. How long ago what that
night anyways? Days? Weeks? Months?
“Damnit Malik just tell them already…” there had to be a way…he may have a material
form and all, but in the end, he was still an ancient spirit. There MUST be a
way to transmit his thoughts to the other boy. There has to be…
“Look Bakura! This
magazine talks about how if you can control your dreams, sometimes you can enter
the dreams of another person and you can tell them things!”
“Like possession,
Ryou?”
“Uh
hmm!”
“That’s complete
rubbish. Dreams are so complex there’s absolutely no way you can do that!”
“But…”
“Come on, I’ll show
you your dreams though!”
“I-
hey!!! Mmmm…”
The memory wrenched his heart, but information it did
contain, “Look at me…believing in rubbish…” Bakura said bitterly to himself,
wondering if he was beginning to completely and utterly lose his mind in this
dreary place.
“Seems like you’re awake bitch.”
Bakura glared up into the face of the High Priest and
Pharaoh. Dreaming will have to wait…
“Marik for Ra’s sake! That’s your
millionth drink!”
“I…huh? I….huh?
Hic!....Hic!”
“Arrrgggh!!!”
Malik wrenched the large vodka bottle out of his yami’s grasp and trashed it.
“You’re going to kill yourself!”
“I…uhhh…die…not…I…hic…spirit…”
“Doesn’t stop you from becoming an idiotic
blubbering fool! Now I know why I stopped drinking (excessively)!” the
hikari pulled his yami off the couch, only succeeding in having the other fall
heavily upon the ground with a dull thud, “You’re going to puke all over the
carpet! And I just cleaned it Ra-damnit! You….aren’t…going to dirty my house anymore!” Groaning under
the weight, Malik heaved the broader teen around his shoulders and dragged him
up the stairs, “You’re going in here and don’t even think of coming down until
I know you’re sober!”
“I…hic…huh? OW!” Marik cursed as he
was dunked into a cold bath, “RA BE DAMNED!!!”
“I thought so!” Malik slammed the bathroom door.
Marik bobbed face down in the water for awhile before
turning around, “Ok…I’m sober I’m sober…” it was always odd how the yami
managed to sober up at such incredible speeds…maybe it’s because he doesn’t
really have a human body to begin with…
Malik has become more and more moody the past few days,
especially after seeing Bakura. He was certain by now that Bakura had
completely confided his past with his hikari; that he was happy for that his
friend got some weight off his back, but now he’s pissed that Malik’s been in
such a bad mood afterwards and refused to tell him anything. It didn’t help
that Malik secured his mind carefully so that the wild haired yami couldn’t
snoop around.
“Damnit…” he drained the water
from the tub, chilled to the bone, “Alright Bakura, what in Ra’s name have you
infused into my hikari’s head?! What til I get my
hands on you…”
He stomped out of the bathroom and down the stairs, still
feeling a little woozy and falling flat on his face as he reached the bottom
step. He was about to rage to his hikari when he realized the boy was on the
phone, with not a happy look upon his face.
“I see…well he hasn’t been around, but I will tell you
should he show up. No problem Ryou, no problem at all. I’ll drop by later…bye.”
Anger dissipated from the wild haired Egyptian in a
nanosecond and curiosity replaced it, “Huh?”
“New record,” Malik said without turning, “Four minutes and
twenty-three seconds.”
“I have no clue how you manage to keep time like that
without a watch.”
“I’m strange…”
“…but I’m stranger,” Marik finished.
“Exactly.”
“So what happened?”
Malik sighed, staring at the phone as if it will blow like a
bomb any minute, “Bakura ran off last night.”
“Huh?” Marik picked himself off the
ground and made his way over to his hikari, slumping on the other’s back.
“You’re wet…” Malik commented offhandedly before continuing,
“Ryou and Bakura had a fight…and…stuff happened…apparently Bakura hasn’t
returned yet either.”
“Wow…” Marik whined a bit when the other tanned boy pushed
him off and onto the sofa, “they never get into a fight; but then, Bakura has
never confided his past to anyone before. Isn’t it weird? A few days after you
guys talked you’ve been in a WONDERFUL mood and Bakura freaks out on Ryou.”
“Yes…I have been a bit moody haven’t I?”
“Yes and you won’t tell me a Ra-damned thing. Believe it or
not Malik, I’m psycho but I have feelings too and you’re my hikari Ra-damnit!”
Malik sighed in defeat and collapsed on top of his yami,
earning an ‘oof’ from his other, “I’m sorry…I’ve
been…occupied with my own thoughts and I guess I still need to open myself up
to you more…it’s hard; please don’t be offended.”
“No offense taken, I wasn’t the best other half you’ve had
in the past. I’m trying,” Marik tucked his hikari into a better position,
enjoying the moment, knowing he’ll probably never have something like this
happen again.
“You know I can’t tell you about Bakura’s past…but I’ll tell
you one thing…it’s awful…and it haunts me day and night. At times I wished that
he had never told me at all…”
“That bad?” Marik rubbed his
hikari’s back. What could be THAT traumatizing?
“It doesn’t help either that I know all my hopes to ever be
with Bakura are shot. He loves Ryou like there is no tomorrow. I’m hating myself for even thinking that I had a chance with him
and taking him away from Ryou like that. Ryou is so kind to me and all I think
about taking Bakura away from him, knowing that it will hurt Ryou. Am I that
terrible of a person?”
“You are not terrible Malik and you know that.”
“I just…I don’t know…I don’t know!” with that Malik broke
down, startling his yami.
Marik sat there dumbfounded; he didn’t really know what to
do at all. Malik get moody and could go form extreme happiness to freaking out
on him, but he rarely ever breaks down, and he’s not the one to usually witness
it either. “Ummm…don’t cry,” he wrapped his around
the smaller Egyptian boy, “don’t cry…”
“I’m sorry!” Malik blubbered, “I just had no one to talk to
and I feel terrible and it feels like there’s no one there who will listen to
me at all!”
“I’m here…” Marik offered awkwardly, “and I’m not about to
go anywhere either. I’m stuck with you remember?”
Malik made a sound between being strangled and laughing,
“You must always make me laugh in the middle of a good cry don’t you?” He flung
his arms around his yami’s neck, “you’re wonderful!”
“Err…” the wild haired teen had eyes the size of violet
saucers, which would appear disturbing since they were always half narrowed
with an arrogant look, “thanks…”
“You are the absolute extremist!” Malik blubbered on, though
it sounded like his was happy but crying his brains out at the same time, “the
evilest a person can be and then being the wittiest and kindest person ever!
What in the name of Ra!”
Marik couldn’t tell if that was a question or a statement,
but took it as a compliment.
A few minutes followed before Malik quieted down completely,
“Let’s go to bed…”
“Let’s…you definitely could use some rest…”
“It’s only 5…”
“I wouldn’t know…I wouldn’t care…”
“I have to see Ryou later…”
“I’ll wake you up…”
“You don’t wake up…”
“I will now.”
“Heh…”
“Fuck…this hurts…ahhh…”
“H-huh?”
“Wow, shit this works…still
hurt like hell though…”
“Where are you? Who-“
“You can’t even
recognize my voice? Some best friend you are Malik…”
“Who- you know my
name! Where?”
“I have no fucking
clue…look around.”
“I don’t se- B-Bakura?”
“Right right, so now you see me. Alright, this works…listen I don’t
have that much time left cause the fucking Pharaoh and his bitch will be back
soon…”
“What?”
“Just shut your trap
and listen! To make this story short, those two bastards caught me the night I
left Ryou, heard of that day?”
“Yes.”
“I’m in some secluded
place right now getting ass fucked and it hurts…and I want to go home.”
“Bakura…”
“Find me soon, and I
think…it’s time to tell everyone…”
“Pssst…Malik, hey babe, wake up”
“Mrmmmm….”
“Malik, you said you’d see Ryou. It’s almost 7 o’clock.”
“Hmmm? Alright Marik…just…” Malik
squirmed around, his eyes still shut and his brain half in dream mode.
“Malik!”
Malik’s eyes opened, and everything he sought to remember
slipped away.
~*~*~*~*
Author: I’m so mean!
Bakura: TT_TT Yes you are…
Author: I just HAD to do that. Do you readers ever have that
feeling? You dream away and when you wake up, not remember a thing? You might
vaguely recall you dreamed but you retain nothing? You know, the reason why it
does that is cause at night when you sleep, a chemical in your brain comes and
erases everything and that’s why you feel so fresh in the morning. Thus your
dreams usually also get erased. That’s why it’s also a bad idea to cram for
tests in the morning cause there’s a good chance your
brain is still erasing away. So you guys just learned something new today and
remember to study for tests early!
Bakura: You don’t practice what you preach.
Author: ><:;;; I do it the
NIGHT before! – Anyways, I love you all for reading! Please review!
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