This is weird one. Not sure where it came from. The italics the actual dialogue.
This has a conversation within a converstaion.
:blah: is Malik
-blah- is Ryou
A Malik x Ryou fic.
What goes unsaid+
Everything was quiet as Ryou and Malik sat, gazes down to the floor. Dust in between the floorboards. Swirling patterns on wood.
So, one starts. So. :It's been a month since Battle City.:
The silence is suffocating.
An awkward cough, the uneven breath, a hesitant glance upward. To be meet with another glance. Their eyes lock for a second, brown in lavender, before they break away. The white wall next to them looks nice.
–I know.-
Bakura-kun… :Do you hate me:
Ryou. The voice is a small one. –No.-
…Ryou. It is tested out, his tongue rolls around the word for the first time. :I'm sorry.:
A slight nod. –I know.-
How, how are you Ryou? :Really sorry.:
Small smile. Good as ever. They both wince slightly. –Don't worry.-
Lavender looks down. Quiet shuffle of feet, hand touching hand. –I like you.-
Malik looks up. Ryou stares back. Both have a pink tint on their cheeks. Then they have tears and smiles. :I like you too.:
Ryou.
Yes Malik?
Let's go back. :To the begining:
Okay. -From the start.-
Skin against skin, white by brown, smile and smirk.
And they did.
End+