Title: I Hate You, Or Do I?
Disclaimer: I own nothing! :Runs away sobbing:
Summary: Malik is popular and well beyond smart in his school. He is also rich, but hates being called spoiled. When Ishizu takes in a transfer student, Ryou, Malik and Ryou constantly go out of their way to insult each other. At the same time, rare occasions appear where instinct wills them to help each other. Even though they may be saying one thing, their conscience tells them differently. Is this truly hate? Shounen-ai - Malik/Ryou :Shrug: not very good with summaries. ^^''
I figured I'd repost this story after it was deleted but I don't intending on updating it again because I'm just really too lazy to do so.
Chapter 1
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Malik stepped out of his limousine and gave a long, heavy sigh.
"Malik-kun!" Cried a mob of girls as ran towards him.
"Ohhhh." Malik groaned. "Get out of my way!" He pulled out his Millennium Rod and forced everyone out of his way as he ran into the school building. "HAGS!" He shouted over his shoulder.
Walking into the classroom, Malik plopped down in his seat and dropped his head onto his desk.
"So Malik baby, what are you doing this Saturday?" A low, seductive voice hovered above him. Malik looked up to see Anzu.
"Nothing." He resumed his position.
"Want to do something with me, then?" She wiggled an eyebrow, suggestively.
"I'll think about it."
"Really?"
"No."
Disappointed, Anzu stalked away. 'Bitch.' Malik thought. He buried his head in his arms and squeezed his eyes shut.
"Hey Malik." Several voices said. Malik looked up again.
"Huh? Oh hey." Malik said wearily. A group of rich, smart, preppy kids hung around Malik often. He supposed that they considered him a friend. But he didn't even know their names, not that he cared.
"You want to come to my party at my huge, awesome, 50 story mansion this weekend?" One of the boys asked, in a snotty tone. Malik looked at the person who had just spoken.
"No thanks, uhh.." What was his damn name? Mike? Tyson? Richard the XVI? Whatever. "I'm kind of busy this weekend." Malik lied. The boy nodded.
"Drop by if you have time."
Malik pulled his hood over his head, not wanting to be disturbed again.
"Hey Malik."
Malik whipped his head up and slammed his fist on his desk.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?!" He screamed. Bakura and Marik stood, stunned. "Oh, it's just you. Thank god." Malik's head fell back on the desk with a thud.
"Dude, what's wrong with you? Having PMS?" Marik snickered. Malik mumbled incoherently. With a shrug, Bakura took his seat next to Malik as Marik did the same.
"Class, I'm handing back your test results." The Mizuka-sensei announced. "The only person to obtain a perfect grade, or anywhere close to that, is Malik-san." The class whistled and cheered. A few geeks glared.
Bakura smirked. "Couldn't expect any less of you." He looked down at his own paper. "All right! I got a 56!" He began showing other students his paper proudly. Malik stared down at his 100, uninterested.
"What did you get, Marik?" Malik called over to him.
"79." He replied as he tucked the paper neatly into a folder. "Not too bad." He commented. "Hey, we should celebrate, we all did pretty good. Wanna go somewhere?" Bakura came back to his seat.
"Arcade!" He cried. "Come on guys, I'm SOOO close to beating the last level of Tomb Raider! I'm a natural for that game!"
Malik and Marik nodded in agreement.
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Malik walked through the door, slouching a bit from fatigue.
"Welcome home, young master." Rishid bowed at the door, taking Malik's book bag.
"Shut up." Malik muttered as he trudged by. Rishid rolled his eyes, used to this scenario by now.
"So Malik, how did you do on that test?" Ishizu asked as Malik entered the kitchen with Rishid following him. She was busy filing some documents.
"100." Malik plopped down on a stool besides her as Rishid opened his book bag and pulled out his homework for him.
"That's my boy!" Ishizu hugged Malik and kissed him on the cheek.
"Nee-chan! I'm not a kid!" Malik complained as his wiped his cheek with the back of his hand.
"I know, I know, honey."
Malik inched away from Ishizu, moving to the other side of the counter. He stared down at his math problems. 'This is too easy.' He spat in disgust.
"Oh, Malik-chan?"
"Nani?"
"I'm taking in a transfer student, he's going to be living here, and he can sleep in the room next to yours."
Malik sighed, annoyed. "Why?"
"Don't you ever think this house is a bit empty?"
Malik gazed around. There was a row of servants on either side of the kitchen, with bowed shoulders, standing humbly, waiting to serve at command. There were cooks, working busily at the stove. Several more servants could be seen outside the window, standing guard.
"Not really." Malik shrugged. Ishizu rolled her eyes,
"You know what I mean. Well anyways." She began excitedly. "His name is Ryou Bakura, he'll be attending the same school as you. I've even arranged it so that he'll be in the same classes! Isn't it wonderful?!" She squealed.
"." Malik went back to working on his essay. Ishizu interpreted his silence as stunned happiness. She continued to chatter away.
"So anyways! He's coming tonight! I've already had the servants clean out that room, the cooks are making a lovely dinner."
Malik's head snapped up. "Tonight?"
"Yes, tonight. I suspect that you had plans tonight, so be sure to come home early."
Malik scowled.
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"Someone new huh?" Marik grinned as he watched Malik on the DDR system.
"Uh huh." Malik grumbled. Furiously, he stamped on the arrow pads. "Why me?"
"You're on fire!" Cried the DDR system a bit too happily.
"Shut up." After receiving a perfect score for the song, he kicked the machine and began stalking away. Bakura was still playing Tomb Raider.
"Argh!" Bakura growled. "I swear! Those breast of hers really weigh her down!" He slammed a fist down as he lost. Marik snickered.
"A natural huh?"
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Malik opened the front door and stepped in, slamming the door behind him. Rishid stood at the door to greet him.
"Good evening, young-."
"Don't even bother." Malik muttered. Ishizu rushed into the front parlor.
"Malik-chan! You should at least make yourself more presentable!"
Malik looked down at himself. What the hell was wrong? Did she expect him to wear some silly dress shirt with frills and ruffled sleeves? No way. He shrugged.
"I don't care." Ishizu quickly dragged him through the house until they reached a gigantic living room. Malik stood still as a boy rose from his seat, giving a small smile.
"Hello! Ryou desu!" The boy wore a striped t-shirt with a green jacket over it. He had rolled up the sleeves and was also wearing simple blue jeans. Malik snorted. He looked as if he came off the streets. However, his unique silver-white hair caught Malik's attention, along with the supple gentleness of the Ryou's chocolate brown eyes.
"Malik desu." Malik said simply.
"Malik-chan, why don't you show Ryou to his room?" Ishizu ushered the two towards the stairs.
Malik walked up the stairs in silence with Ryou following him a few steps behind.
"Your house is pretty big.I think I'd probably get lost in here." Ryou remarked, intimidated by the wide and grand halls. Malik waved his hand dismissively.
"It's nothing. You'll get used to it."
At last they reached Ryou's room. As they stepped inside, Ryou glanced around in awe. "Don't you have a room that's.not so big?" He asked timidly. Malik sighed impatiently.
"No. They're all like this."
Ryou nodded and sat on the bed, clearly still in the state of fascination. Malik was getting bored. He stared at Ryou's clothes and grimaced. Who would wear something so hideous? Actually, it didn't look so bad on Ryou, but the clothes were just plain ugly.
"Are you poor or something? Or do you not have a sense of fashion?" Malik blurted out his thoughts bluntly before realizing how rude it was of him. Ryou's soft eyes instantly turned to steel as he shot Malik a cold look.
"What do you mean by that?" He said icily. "Just because I'm not some rich spoiled-."
"I'm not spoiled!" Malik said angrily, his blood boiling. He hated how everyone assumed the fact that just because he was rich, he was nothing but a stuck up, spoiled teenager. Ryou sniffed stiffly.
"Right."
A low growl erupted from Malik's throat as he glared at Ryou. Ryou returned the look coolly and stood.
"You can leave. I'm sure you don't want to see more of my repulsive clothing while I unpack."
Malik thrust a finger towards a large closet and shook his head.
"Ishizu already bought you clothes. She asks that you wear those instead as a welcoming gift. She said the pick one out for dinner tonight."
Ryou's gaze drifted towards the closet and back to Malik.
"Ok. Then I'm sure you don't want to watch me change."
"Then I'll wait outside."
"You don't have to. I can manage."
Malik was becoming even more annoyed. "You said the mansion was big yourself, you'll probably get lost. You don't even know your way around." He said impatiently.
"Look, I'm not as stupid as you think. I'll find my way easily!" Ryou was just as irked. For a moment, Malik was debating whether to just head downstairs himself or to wait outside so the boy wouldn't be lost. He highly doubted that Ryou would be able to find the stairs. However, Ryou was seriously grinding his nerves. Malik decided to grant Ryou his wish.
"Fine." He set his mouth in a straight line and stalked out.
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"Where's Ryou?" Asked Ishizu.
"Changing." Said Malik glumly.
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Ryou had to put all of his strength into sliding the heavy closet door open. His jaw dropped. He had expected just two or three shirts along with pants but instead, shelves of clothing was piled mountain high. There was even a handy ladder to climb up to the shelves that sat 14 feet from the ground. He smacked himself in the head.
"How am I going to decide." He mumbled. Ryou thought that he should dress formally. He looked up and down the shelves, finding out that the clothes were arranged from casual, to formal, even sorted out into colors and seasons. However, whichever category the clothes fitted in, all were stylish, and most likely expensive. Ryou walked over to a shelf containing formal clothing. He wondered if Malik had a closet like this too. Spoiled bastard. He thought. He randomly pulled out a loose black dress shirt and found some black pants to go along with it. Slipping the clothing on, he faced the mirror and studied himself, rolling up his sleeves. Somehow, the clothes magically fitted his petite form, even nicely showing it off. Ryou blushed at his image. He never dressed like this; he was more comfortable with conservative clothing. The dress shirt didn't seem to have buttons all the way up, therefore leaving one fourth of his upper chest bare. Ryou sighed. Oh well. He began heading out the door.
He stared down the long hallways that winded into more hallways. Uncertain, Ryou began walking in the direction he remembered coming from.
"I'm pretty sure it was this way." Ryou said to himself as he turned a corner, passing several, large double doors. Nervously, he glanced at the guards that stood as stiff as a board, glancing ahead intently on full alert, paying no heed to him. None but intimidated by these seemingly statues, Ryou walked awkwardly on.
'I should have listened to Malik.' He regretfully admitted.
Finally, he took note of the time he had been wandering and gathered up his courage, walking up to a guard.
"Ano.Sumimasen." Ryou spoke up timidly.
"Yes master?" The guard looked down at him in a humble manner. Ryou winced at the addressing.
"Ano.could you tell me how to get to the dining room?" Ryou half expected the guard to laugh in his face. Surprisingly, the guard nodded understandably and walked off, beckoning Ryou to follow.
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"Ryou-kun!" Ishizu cried and she rushed over to Ryou who appeared at the entrance along with the guard. "Did you get lost?" She said worriedly. The guard nodded.
"He came to me for help."
Ishizu smiled. "That's right Ryou, you're a fast learner! Whenever you need something, someone will be around and available to you!"
As she ushered him to his seat, across from Malik, Ryou caught sight of Malik who was lifting a spoon to his mouth, smirking silently at him with a look that read, "I told you so." Ryou simply narrowed his eyes and concentrated on the bowl of soup that sat before him. He picked up one of the fancy silverware, not knowing if he was using the right spoon and was about to dive it into the soup until the bowl was suddenly whisked away. Ryou leaned back in surprise.
"You can't eat that, Ryou! It's gone cold!" Ishizu explained, addressing his confusion. A warm steaming bowl was replaced.
"B-but, that's wasting food!"
Ishizu smiled compassionately. "Don't worry Ryou, we have more than enough." Ryou only nodded in silence although he did not quite agree.
Across the table, Malik studied Ryou in between bites, stealing glances. Ryou actually cleaned up pretty nicely. He had already looked more than fine, but now, even Malik had to admit he was very.attractive.
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After dinner, Ryou stood from his seat and began to head toward the stairs for his room. Malik followed. Ryou interpreted this as coincidence that they were heading in the same direction-for now. However, Malik seemed to follow him all way to the corridor with his room. Ryou spun around to face Malik who had suddenly stopped out of surprise.
"Why are you following me?" Ryou demanded.
"Because my room happens to be across from yours." Malik spat irritably.
"Fine." Ryou walked into his room and slammed the door shut. Shortly, another door could be heard slammed shut as well.
'What the hell is his problem?' Malik fumed. 'Ok, so I made one insensitive comment. But he didn't have to get all worked up about it!' He pulled the covers over his head and turned on his side, grumbling.
Ryou collapsed on the bed, thoroughly tired and feeling overstuffed. The dinner he had was certainly much too rich for him. Slowly, he drifted off into sleep.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing! :Runs away sobbing:
Summary: Malik is popular and well beyond smart in his school. He is also rich, but hates being called spoiled. When Ishizu takes in a transfer student, Ryou, Malik and Ryou constantly go out of their way to insult each other. At the same time, rare occasions appear where instinct wills them to help each other. Even though they may be saying one thing, their conscience tells them differently. Is this truly hate? Shounen-ai - Malik/Ryou :Shrug: not very good with summaries. ^^''
I figured I'd repost this story after it was deleted but I don't intending on updating it again because I'm just really too lazy to do so.
Chapter 1
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Malik stepped out of his limousine and gave a long, heavy sigh.
"Malik-kun!" Cried a mob of girls as ran towards him.
"Ohhhh." Malik groaned. "Get out of my way!" He pulled out his Millennium Rod and forced everyone out of his way as he ran into the school building. "HAGS!" He shouted over his shoulder.
Walking into the classroom, Malik plopped down in his seat and dropped his head onto his desk.
"So Malik baby, what are you doing this Saturday?" A low, seductive voice hovered above him. Malik looked up to see Anzu.
"Nothing." He resumed his position.
"Want to do something with me, then?" She wiggled an eyebrow, suggestively.
"I'll think about it."
"Really?"
"No."
Disappointed, Anzu stalked away. 'Bitch.' Malik thought. He buried his head in his arms and squeezed his eyes shut.
"Hey Malik." Several voices said. Malik looked up again.
"Huh? Oh hey." Malik said wearily. A group of rich, smart, preppy kids hung around Malik often. He supposed that they considered him a friend. But he didn't even know their names, not that he cared.
"You want to come to my party at my huge, awesome, 50 story mansion this weekend?" One of the boys asked, in a snotty tone. Malik looked at the person who had just spoken.
"No thanks, uhh.." What was his damn name? Mike? Tyson? Richard the XVI? Whatever. "I'm kind of busy this weekend." Malik lied. The boy nodded.
"Drop by if you have time."
Malik pulled his hood over his head, not wanting to be disturbed again.
"Hey Malik."
Malik whipped his head up and slammed his fist on his desk.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?!" He screamed. Bakura and Marik stood, stunned. "Oh, it's just you. Thank god." Malik's head fell back on the desk with a thud.
"Dude, what's wrong with you? Having PMS?" Marik snickered. Malik mumbled incoherently. With a shrug, Bakura took his seat next to Malik as Marik did the same.
"Class, I'm handing back your test results." The Mizuka-sensei announced. "The only person to obtain a perfect grade, or anywhere close to that, is Malik-san." The class whistled and cheered. A few geeks glared.
Bakura smirked. "Couldn't expect any less of you." He looked down at his own paper. "All right! I got a 56!" He began showing other students his paper proudly. Malik stared down at his 100, uninterested.
"What did you get, Marik?" Malik called over to him.
"79." He replied as he tucked the paper neatly into a folder. "Not too bad." He commented. "Hey, we should celebrate, we all did pretty good. Wanna go somewhere?" Bakura came back to his seat.
"Arcade!" He cried. "Come on guys, I'm SOOO close to beating the last level of Tomb Raider! I'm a natural for that game!"
Malik and Marik nodded in agreement.
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Malik walked through the door, slouching a bit from fatigue.
"Welcome home, young master." Rishid bowed at the door, taking Malik's book bag.
"Shut up." Malik muttered as he trudged by. Rishid rolled his eyes, used to this scenario by now.
"So Malik, how did you do on that test?" Ishizu asked as Malik entered the kitchen with Rishid following him. She was busy filing some documents.
"100." Malik plopped down on a stool besides her as Rishid opened his book bag and pulled out his homework for him.
"That's my boy!" Ishizu hugged Malik and kissed him on the cheek.
"Nee-chan! I'm not a kid!" Malik complained as his wiped his cheek with the back of his hand.
"I know, I know, honey."
Malik inched away from Ishizu, moving to the other side of the counter. He stared down at his math problems. 'This is too easy.' He spat in disgust.
"Oh, Malik-chan?"
"Nani?"
"I'm taking in a transfer student, he's going to be living here, and he can sleep in the room next to yours."
Malik sighed, annoyed. "Why?"
"Don't you ever think this house is a bit empty?"
Malik gazed around. There was a row of servants on either side of the kitchen, with bowed shoulders, standing humbly, waiting to serve at command. There were cooks, working busily at the stove. Several more servants could be seen outside the window, standing guard.
"Not really." Malik shrugged. Ishizu rolled her eyes,
"You know what I mean. Well anyways." She began excitedly. "His name is Ryou Bakura, he'll be attending the same school as you. I've even arranged it so that he'll be in the same classes! Isn't it wonderful?!" She squealed.
"." Malik went back to working on his essay. Ishizu interpreted his silence as stunned happiness. She continued to chatter away.
"So anyways! He's coming tonight! I've already had the servants clean out that room, the cooks are making a lovely dinner."
Malik's head snapped up. "Tonight?"
"Yes, tonight. I suspect that you had plans tonight, so be sure to come home early."
Malik scowled.
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"Someone new huh?" Marik grinned as he watched Malik on the DDR system.
"Uh huh." Malik grumbled. Furiously, he stamped on the arrow pads. "Why me?"
"You're on fire!" Cried the DDR system a bit too happily.
"Shut up." After receiving a perfect score for the song, he kicked the machine and began stalking away. Bakura was still playing Tomb Raider.
"Argh!" Bakura growled. "I swear! Those breast of hers really weigh her down!" He slammed a fist down as he lost. Marik snickered.
"A natural huh?"
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Malik opened the front door and stepped in, slamming the door behind him. Rishid stood at the door to greet him.
"Good evening, young-."
"Don't even bother." Malik muttered. Ishizu rushed into the front parlor.
"Malik-chan! You should at least make yourself more presentable!"
Malik looked down at himself. What the hell was wrong? Did she expect him to wear some silly dress shirt with frills and ruffled sleeves? No way. He shrugged.
"I don't care." Ishizu quickly dragged him through the house until they reached a gigantic living room. Malik stood still as a boy rose from his seat, giving a small smile.
"Hello! Ryou desu!" The boy wore a striped t-shirt with a green jacket over it. He had rolled up the sleeves and was also wearing simple blue jeans. Malik snorted. He looked as if he came off the streets. However, his unique silver-white hair caught Malik's attention, along with the supple gentleness of the Ryou's chocolate brown eyes.
"Malik desu." Malik said simply.
"Malik-chan, why don't you show Ryou to his room?" Ishizu ushered the two towards the stairs.
Malik walked up the stairs in silence with Ryou following him a few steps behind.
"Your house is pretty big.I think I'd probably get lost in here." Ryou remarked, intimidated by the wide and grand halls. Malik waved his hand dismissively.
"It's nothing. You'll get used to it."
At last they reached Ryou's room. As they stepped inside, Ryou glanced around in awe. "Don't you have a room that's.not so big?" He asked timidly. Malik sighed impatiently.
"No. They're all like this."
Ryou nodded and sat on the bed, clearly still in the state of fascination. Malik was getting bored. He stared at Ryou's clothes and grimaced. Who would wear something so hideous? Actually, it didn't look so bad on Ryou, but the clothes were just plain ugly.
"Are you poor or something? Or do you not have a sense of fashion?" Malik blurted out his thoughts bluntly before realizing how rude it was of him. Ryou's soft eyes instantly turned to steel as he shot Malik a cold look.
"What do you mean by that?" He said icily. "Just because I'm not some rich spoiled-."
"I'm not spoiled!" Malik said angrily, his blood boiling. He hated how everyone assumed the fact that just because he was rich, he was nothing but a stuck up, spoiled teenager. Ryou sniffed stiffly.
"Right."
A low growl erupted from Malik's throat as he glared at Ryou. Ryou returned the look coolly and stood.
"You can leave. I'm sure you don't want to see more of my repulsive clothing while I unpack."
Malik thrust a finger towards a large closet and shook his head.
"Ishizu already bought you clothes. She asks that you wear those instead as a welcoming gift. She said the pick one out for dinner tonight."
Ryou's gaze drifted towards the closet and back to Malik.
"Ok. Then I'm sure you don't want to watch me change."
"Then I'll wait outside."
"You don't have to. I can manage."
Malik was becoming even more annoyed. "You said the mansion was big yourself, you'll probably get lost. You don't even know your way around." He said impatiently.
"Look, I'm not as stupid as you think. I'll find my way easily!" Ryou was just as irked. For a moment, Malik was debating whether to just head downstairs himself or to wait outside so the boy wouldn't be lost. He highly doubted that Ryou would be able to find the stairs. However, Ryou was seriously grinding his nerves. Malik decided to grant Ryou his wish.
"Fine." He set his mouth in a straight line and stalked out.
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"Where's Ryou?" Asked Ishizu.
"Changing." Said Malik glumly.
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Ryou had to put all of his strength into sliding the heavy closet door open. His jaw dropped. He had expected just two or three shirts along with pants but instead, shelves of clothing was piled mountain high. There was even a handy ladder to climb up to the shelves that sat 14 feet from the ground. He smacked himself in the head.
"How am I going to decide." He mumbled. Ryou thought that he should dress formally. He looked up and down the shelves, finding out that the clothes were arranged from casual, to formal, even sorted out into colors and seasons. However, whichever category the clothes fitted in, all were stylish, and most likely expensive. Ryou walked over to a shelf containing formal clothing. He wondered if Malik had a closet like this too. Spoiled bastard. He thought. He randomly pulled out a loose black dress shirt and found some black pants to go along with it. Slipping the clothing on, he faced the mirror and studied himself, rolling up his sleeves. Somehow, the clothes magically fitted his petite form, even nicely showing it off. Ryou blushed at his image. He never dressed like this; he was more comfortable with conservative clothing. The dress shirt didn't seem to have buttons all the way up, therefore leaving one fourth of his upper chest bare. Ryou sighed. Oh well. He began heading out the door.
He stared down the long hallways that winded into more hallways. Uncertain, Ryou began walking in the direction he remembered coming from.
"I'm pretty sure it was this way." Ryou said to himself as he turned a corner, passing several, large double doors. Nervously, he glanced at the guards that stood as stiff as a board, glancing ahead intently on full alert, paying no heed to him. None but intimidated by these seemingly statues, Ryou walked awkwardly on.
'I should have listened to Malik.' He regretfully admitted.
Finally, he took note of the time he had been wandering and gathered up his courage, walking up to a guard.
"Ano.Sumimasen." Ryou spoke up timidly.
"Yes master?" The guard looked down at him in a humble manner. Ryou winced at the addressing.
"Ano.could you tell me how to get to the dining room?" Ryou half expected the guard to laugh in his face. Surprisingly, the guard nodded understandably and walked off, beckoning Ryou to follow.
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"Ryou-kun!" Ishizu cried and she rushed over to Ryou who appeared at the entrance along with the guard. "Did you get lost?" She said worriedly. The guard nodded.
"He came to me for help."
Ishizu smiled. "That's right Ryou, you're a fast learner! Whenever you need something, someone will be around and available to you!"
As she ushered him to his seat, across from Malik, Ryou caught sight of Malik who was lifting a spoon to his mouth, smirking silently at him with a look that read, "I told you so." Ryou simply narrowed his eyes and concentrated on the bowl of soup that sat before him. He picked up one of the fancy silverware, not knowing if he was using the right spoon and was about to dive it into the soup until the bowl was suddenly whisked away. Ryou leaned back in surprise.
"You can't eat that, Ryou! It's gone cold!" Ishizu explained, addressing his confusion. A warm steaming bowl was replaced.
"B-but, that's wasting food!"
Ishizu smiled compassionately. "Don't worry Ryou, we have more than enough." Ryou only nodded in silence although he did not quite agree.
Across the table, Malik studied Ryou in between bites, stealing glances. Ryou actually cleaned up pretty nicely. He had already looked more than fine, but now, even Malik had to admit he was very.attractive.
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After dinner, Ryou stood from his seat and began to head toward the stairs for his room. Malik followed. Ryou interpreted this as coincidence that they were heading in the same direction-for now. However, Malik seemed to follow him all way to the corridor with his room. Ryou spun around to face Malik who had suddenly stopped out of surprise.
"Why are you following me?" Ryou demanded.
"Because my room happens to be across from yours." Malik spat irritably.
"Fine." Ryou walked into his room and slammed the door shut. Shortly, another door could be heard slammed shut as well.
'What the hell is his problem?' Malik fumed. 'Ok, so I made one insensitive comment. But he didn't have to get all worked up about it!' He pulled the covers over his head and turned on his side, grumbling.
Ryou collapsed on the bed, thoroughly tired and feeling overstuffed. The dinner he had was certainly much too rich for him. Slowly, he drifted off into sleep.
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