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Wish You Were Here With Me	By : FireWeaver Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1069 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author: WAAAHHHHH!!!! I�m soooooo
sorry everyone! I had vowed to get lots of writing done this summer but I
actually was even busier than the school year! I�m soooo
sorry everyone! Forgive me!!! I�m actually doing most of my writing on my
palmtop so I don�t have the precious chapters as references! Isn�t it sad that
I can�t remember the details of my own fic?
Malik: Isn�t she pathetic?
Author: He�s being mean today!
Malik: Cause you haven�t been
writing about lil ol� me
but you had time to write Internal Scars!
Author: I only did one chapter damnit!
Bakura: Thank Ra�
Malik: Whateva *flicks hand like a
ditz*
Author: Grrrrrr�.Anyway! I�m doing
the drawing for the winner of this chapter and this chapter will be dedicated
to them! Thank you everyone who reviewed and/or entered!

Malik: *sticks hand in bucket* and the winner is�.*pulls out
paper* Deme!!! Congrats!
Author: Ok, so this chappie is
dedicated to Deme! Thanks for reading and reviewing
and answering the question! I�m still accepting entries *pokes* don�t cheat,
cause I could use more people in the draw! Happy reading!

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Bakura never noticed the changes in the colours of the sky
until the rays of dawn peeked through his usually shut window.
Did I really ponder
that long�? It wasn�t until the sunlight began to blind him did he get up
and close the blinds. The former thief was surprised that Marik didn�t even
come by throughout the night. Probably
getting reacquainted with Malik he snorted to himself as he headed to the
bathroom to relieve his cramped bladder. Why did Malik come and ruin his newly
built life? He was getting it on perfectly with Marik and now the third wheel
comes back. It was obvious that Bakura was still angry at Malik and their last
phone conversation; he has never been one to forget grudges against people. The
Egyptian having had masturbated on his bed is no helping matter.
The white haired yami discarded of his clothes and stepped
into the shower, turning it on cold�he DEFINITELY
needed a cold shower�

He had realized this long beforehand; he just decided to
blame Malik for it just so he wouldn�t have to deal with any awkward
situations�
Malik still loved him. He knew every single time he called
up the tanned teenager and listened to his weak excuses of not seeing anyone
attractive in Egypt.
He knew the time Malik was sullen to him on the phone was that he was still upset
about their breakup. He was reminded of that fact when he found that mess on
his bed�
All the thinking made Bakura dizzy. He pressed his forehead
against the wall of the shower; in the end he always tried to avoid edging to
the subject of their relationship in those phone calls just so he wouldn�t have
to say something about it, although Malik was hinting at it all this time�Then
he took out his own frustration on Malik on their last phone call�it makes
sense in a way�then again it doesn�t�he doesn�t understand.
Feeling like lead has been shoved into his head he turned
off the faucet and exited, dripping.

Marik was like a dream come true to him. Once he got hooked
up with that Egyptian yami he felt as if all his troubles with Malik have come
to an end. It would be simple; he didn�t have to frustrate himself over trying
to carry on conversation with Malik without involving their relationship
because he now WOULD be in a relationship, and all chances of them being
together would end�Therefore no awkward situations! It was wonderful�
But when Malik suddenly popped up on him like that�the
shock.
Too lazy to get new clothes, he retrieved the sweaty,
crumpled garments from the floor and dressed himself. It felt disgusting but
what did it matter?
Because of his new loyalty to Marik, he�s completely over
Malik and moved on, but that doesn�t change the fact that he still cares for
the Egyptian hikari as a dear friend. He and Malik have been through so much
together, much more than even with his own hikari, due to the fact they didn�t
settle their differences until much later, that he couldn�t help but feel bad
for getting together with Marik.
But he did care and probably loves the tanned yami�he just
doesn�t show it too well�he never did�not even with Malik.
Poor Malik�

Bakura�s bare feet padded across the room, across the hard
floor towards his door. He really didn�t want to leave, but what else could he
do in his room except warp his mind more within his own thoughts? Besides, his
stomach was complaining with hunger and it�ll just be worse for his head should
he not satisfy it first.
To his relief, no one was in the kitchen when he entered. It
was still too early in the morning for anyone to wake up. Marik was notorious
for oversleeping and Ryou, playing host all last night, probably wasn�t going
to be up to his usual speed either. It only left Malik�who was an early riser.
Perhaps if he caught a really quick breakfast�or sneak some
food up to his room�no he�ll have hell to pay later should Ryou find out. His
little hikari was such a clean freak, just like Malik was�
�Damn!� he hit his head on the corner of the cupboard door
as he opened it, why must I be thinking about him? Damn him�why did he come
back�? He feels uneasy in his own bloody house. Half of him just wants to
act like the careless bastard he once was who wouldn�t give a damn about
hurting anyone�
But he knew he would never go back to that. Ryou had warmed
his heart with never ending kindness and Malik�Malik was once his lover for
Ra�s sake�no way he can treat Malik that cruelly and brush him off. He did hurt
him on the phone but that was a fight. It�s much different than the Egyptian
actually residing in his house�
He was so confused�
�Oh��
Bakura spun around, smashing his eye in the corner of the
cupboard door again, �Oh shit! Sweet Ra, mother of Isis!
Ahh that
smarts!�
�Ra, I�m sorry Bakura!� Malik�s scent washed over the half
blinded thief as the tanned boy rushed to his aid, �I didn�t mean to startle
you, really!�
�No no�not you fault�I should have
been paying attention,� Bakura rambled, lost in the chaos of the situation,
letting himself be led to a chair and pushed down upon it.
�Hold on,� he felt Malik breathe into his ear as he got up
and left his side.
Bakura turned his head, his good eye watching the Egyptian
open the freezer, rummage for awhile before pulling out a frozen bag of gel,
the ones that a person would use to keep their food cool in a lunch bag. The
tanned boy wrapped the pack in a nearby towel, and then returned to his side.
�Here,� one smooth mocha hand cupped the yami�s face as the
other placed the covered ice pack upon his eye.
�Thanks,� Bakura held the bag to his eye. Malik backed off
and went back around the kitchen counter to fix himself coffee.
�Anytime��
Now that things were back to normal and the panic and
excitement of the moment was gone, and tense silence ensued. Bakura watched
carefully out the corner of his eye Malik stirring instant coffee mix into hot
water in a mug, observing the graceful movements of the blonde Egyptian. So why
did they break up again?
Bakura smacked himself mentally for even thinking of the
question. He had just gotten together with Marik and here he is already
considering taking Malik back, if he would have him.
But of course he would if I asked, he thought
obnoxiously, from what I heard, he still wants me and all�
Malik returned to the table with his steaming cup of coffee,
�Ummm�you want anything?�
�No, thanks. I think I�ve lost my appetite,� he replied,
indicating his eye.
Malik laughed gently and sat down across from him.
The room was tinted a gray blue, the rays of the sun only
giving light through the curtains, the dim light flickering now and then with
the shadow of a moving object outside. They sat there, an awkward silence
settling in the otherwise peaceful setting of an early summer morn.
�So�umm�how long are you staying to visit?�
Malik sipped his hot drink delicately, taking care not to
burn himself, �I�m not sure yet. I bought a one-way ticket and I guess I�ll buy
another ticket when I decide when to go back. It has been awhile after all.�
�I see��
The silence continued.
�Marik told me that you two have just�gotten together��
Malik said quietly.
�Yea�we are,� Bakura fidgeted a bit, switching the hand
that�s holding up his icepack, the injury already numb from the cold.
�He tells me�how you two got�together the first night.�
�Yea��
�So now you have someone��
�Yea�� the young thief was beginning to feel extremely edgy.
Just how much did Marik tell his hikari anyways? Did the wilder Egyptian tell
in detail every single little thing they did in bed? Did he tell Malik all his
feelings towards him, ones that even he didn�t know yet?
�Ahh�� Malik stood, pushing his
chair back, �Well�I better get upstairs and�unpack�� The boy rinsed the mug
then set it on the rack to dry. He nodded at Bakura curtly before heading
upstairs a little faster than necessary.
Bakura stared at Malik�s retreating back, feeling sorry for
the other.

Malik shut himself in the bathroom, and stared at himself in
the mirror, willing with all his heart to not shed the tears that were pooling
in his eyes.
�Stupid stupid�� he muttered, his
voice choked and broken, his breath feeling hot. He looked up to the white
ceiling, hoping for the tears to drop back into his eyes and disappear. �Stupid
stupid�� he muttered again.
He made sure his link was carefully blocked off his yami�s,
not wanting him to be caught in this state. He felt humiliated, angry, jealous,
hurt� and it wasn�t anyone�s fault but his�
�Stupid stupid��
It was Bakura�s fault too. He knew that the white haired
demon could read him well�Bakura wasn�t stupid, he knew that Malik still loved
him�he knew and yet�he got together with Marik. He came back from Egypt MAINLY
with hopes that maybe if he came back he can Bakura could mend their old
relationship�then maybe this time he would stay�but his hopes were shattered
after his discussion with Marik the previous night then having it confirmed by
Bakura just now.
But he also knew�Bakura is usually really selfish and
couldn�t give a damn about anyone else. So Malik knew whether he still loved
Bakura or not didn�t matter to the thief. Whatever Bakura wanted he would go
and get without a second thought to how all the others are feeling. The
bastard�Malik wished so much that he WOULD care for once�
�I shouldn�t have come back�there was no point�� he said in
despair, turning his head back to the mirror, his eyes slightly red with his
efforts not to cry. �Shit�� he still looked like he cried despite his efforts�
Ryou� Malik slapped himself on the side of the head.
How could he�how dare he even say that there was no point to coming back? He
missed his friends�he missed his yami and vice versa. When a hikari is
separated from his yami it feels like they�ve lost a half of their soul. His
heart has never felt so full since he came back. And Ryou�the bright smile on
the boy�s face when he stepped out of the terminal at the airport�the eager
voice he heard on the phone as he planned his trip to Japan�he came back to people
who meant the most to him�how DARE he say there was no point to coming back?
His thoughts on Bakura had blinded him�
But sadly, in reality, the main reason he came back was to
see if he could be with Bakura again�not because Ryou had wanted him to�not
because he missed his yami�not because he missed his friends...
Just how selfish can one get?
Malik turned on the tap and leaned over, splashing cold
water upon his face. His purpose for coming was completed, now he has no more
reason to stay. For the sake of dear little Ryou and his yami he will stay for
the week, so he can reunite briefly with his friends; then, he will go
home�back to where he should be�

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Author: WAAAHHH I was hoping so much to make this longer but
the stress of school is beginning to catch up to me and I�m failing miserably
so I think it�s best to just end the chapter here so you know I actually still
exist!!!
Malik: Again�she�s so pathetic�
Author: ARGHHHH I�ll show you! *throws evil pile of homework
at Malik*
Malik: Nooooooo *drowns*
Bakura: Oooo�sex in pile of
homework *dives in*
Author: O.O If my teacher asks what THAT stain is on my
paper�.*shakes fist* *sigh* anyways�I hoped you liked the chapter�you can tell
I�m turning this more into an emotional angst story rather than the usual
violent angst I do�lots of mind warping personalities and thoughts here�hope
you got them�I just wrote what a person usually would feel in such a
situation�I hope I was at least relatively accurate�>< Please review! *glomps*
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