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Gibberish	By : AnalogClock Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3399 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter: 11
A/N: Yuugi is depressed about Bakura; so don't shoot me if I made him cry to much.
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The sun had just started to rise over Domino, inside a small white house, two teens sat in the kitchen, one crying, the other trying to bring comfort to the heartbroken boy.
"Why Ryou? Why'd he leave? Why couldn't he have stayed here? I would have gone home if he wanted me to. He didn't have to run."
Yuugi sat in the kitchen of Bakura and Ryou's home, his white haired friend sat next to him, arm around his shoulders as the teen kept his head in his arms, sobs racking his body.
"I don't know Yuugi. He'll come back soon, he loves you."
The crying teen shook his head. "Then why would he leave me?"
"Yuugi you must understand how new this is for him. He's never had feelings like these for anyone."
The crying teen made no move to respond, only keeping his head in his arms. Ryou rubbed his fellow hikari's back as tears continued to fall from dull amethyst eyes.
"Yuugi, I'm going to do something real quick. I'll be right back, I promise."
Nodding, the heartbroken teen lifted his head and wiped away tears that seemed to fall forever. Ryou smiled sadly at his friend before walking to the phone.
"What?" A gruff voice spoke.
"Malik? What's wrong?"
"Marik's gone with Bakura."
"He is?"
"Yeah, said so in the note. Gone With Bakura….oh Bakura….Ryou! Yuugi! How is he?"
Ryou looked at Yuugi who still sat at the kitchen table, head lying on his arms, the crying had stopped, for now the boy simply adopted a look of misery on his once bright face.
"He's taking it pretty hard. He's been crying all morning."
"Poor Yuugi."
"That's why I called, I wanted to ask if you could come over. I was going to call you and Atemu so we can try and comfort him. He looks so broken, Malik, it breaks my heart to see him like this."
"I'm on my way, I'll swing by the game shop and grab the prick Pharaoh."
"Thank you. Yuugi will appreciate it."
Ryou hung up the phone and went back to Yuugi, who sat staring at the wall in front of him. The white haired hikari stood behind his friend and shook his shoulder, starling the boy out of his trance-like state.
"Ryou?"
"Malik and Atemu are coming."
Yuugi nodded. "Atemu is going to be mad."
Biting his lip Ryou nodded, that though hadn't occurred to the boy. Atemu was over protective of his young hikari and to see him cry because of the Thief King, he would go ballistic. Ryou was startled out his own thoughts by the door slamming.
"Why in the name of Ra are you dragging me over Malik?" A deep baritone voice shouted through the house.
"Dammit Pharaoh, shut up! We're here for Yuugi."
Silence.
"Yuugi? What'd Bakura do!.?"
Malik sighed as the two walked into the kitchen. Yuugi looked up and let out a strained smile at his yami.
"Aibou!"
Yuugi's head snapped up at his darks call. "Hi Yami."
"Oh, Yuugi." Seeing the hurt in his light's eyes, he walked over and brought the teen into a hug. Sniffling, Yuugi tuned in Atemu's embrace and held him as he fought back more tears. Atemu shifted to pull the boy up, sitting on the floor with Yuugi in his lap he looked at the two hikari's watching.
"What happened?"
Ryou handed the note Bakura left to the Pharaoh. Keeping his hold on Yuugi with one arm, he snatched the letter with the other, reading it silently. Sighing, Atemu handed the letter to Malik and continued to hold the teen.
"It'll be alright Aibou. Shh."
- - With Bakura and Marik - -
The sun was high in the sky as a white haired man and a spiky blonde stepped out of the airplane. The 12-hour flight had been rough; more so for Bakura with Marik asking question the whole way. The two walked into the Cairo International Airport, a sense of welcome filling the two as they walked out.
"Where are we going?"
Bakura growled and glared at his partner in crime. "The same damn place we always go when we come here!"
"Why are we here!.? I though we agree not to come here till this summer, then here you are dragging me on a plane at two in the morning. Shouldn't you be with your little lover boy, the midget." Marik exclaimed as he threw his duffel bag into the car they 'borrowed' from a local car rental. Throwing his own bag in, Bakura got in the drivers seat and pulled away, driving out of the city.
"That's the problem."
Marik turned to his friend, eyebrow raised in confusion. "What?"
Bakura scowled and muttered a curse under his breath. "He loves me."
"Still confused as fuck."
Growling, the Thief King snapped. "Dumbass, he loves me and I love him. That can't happen!"
"Why the Hell not?"
"I am not made to love."
Marik scoffed and watched out the window at the clouds and pyramids in the far distance. "Like Hell you're not. I see the way you look at the midget. You're so in love."
"That's the problem."
"You make no damn sense, why is loving Yuugi such a damn problem. I love Ryou. I love Malik, no problem with that."
Bakura sighed, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "You have to realize, I haven't loved anything, mush less a person in over 3000 years. Even then the concept of love was foreign to me. Loving someone in not something I can do."
Snorting Marik glanced over at his white haired friend. "Yet, you do."
Bakura said nothing, only keeping his eyes on the road.
"You are not the same Bakura from 3000 years ago and neither am I. Apparently this Bakura, of this day and age, can love. Ra only knows why the midget returns it."
Marik chuckled when Bakura scowled at him, hitting his arm at the remark. The two sat in silence for a moment before Bakura spoke.
"I heard him and Ryou talking about marriage Marik, marriage."
"Good Ra Bakura, the boy's not asking you to go on bended knee tomorrow dumbass."
"That's too…"
Marik glared. "Nothing, it's nothing. Quit over-fucking thinking everything. You love him, I know you do, and I can see it in your eyes when you look at him. Stop telling yourself you can't when you so obviously can. And if you're so damn sure you can't, break it off with him."
The rest of the ride was spent in silence as Bakura mulled over his thoughts of his lover. Stupid midget making me feel…you make my life so damn complicated…and I wouldn't have it any other way…
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