Detective Corduroy
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It was an indescribable feeling. His stomach churned, like a washer stuck in the spin cycle. The sharp taste of bile entered his mouth after burning its way up his throat. He had never felt this before. A part of him was amazed. He never thought that mere words could have this affect on him. He felt a little light headed but he knew he had to pull himself together. It was certainly a new experience for Bakura; being forced to experience emotions he wasn't even aware he had. Ryou's words had cut incredibly deep.
"It's completely disgusting isn't it?" Ryou asked . No answer. "Isn't it?" When Ryou didn't hear a response from Bakura, he turned around to face him. Bakura was sitting at the dining room table with his head in his hands. Ryou wasn't sure if Bakura didn't care or if he was absorbing what he had just said. He sat his glass of water down on the hard wood table and walked over to Bakura's side.
"Don't you think it's gross? Marik kissing his brother?" Ryou asked again. Bakura looked up at him and he continued. "I mean, I think I kind of always knew Rishid was pining away for him but, I guess I never thought Marik would ever return his feelings."
Bakura started to speak but nothing came out. He cleared his throat first. "I don't know, if I would called it disgusting. It certainly is disturbing." His voice was void of all motion.
"Well I think it's disgusting. Gross even."
Bakura sighed " Ryou, you're just saying that because you don't like Marik."
Ryou sat down at the dinning room table next to Bakura. The wooden chair creaked beneath his weight.
"Sure, Marik is not my favorite person, but I don't dislike him. It really was gross. You should have seen it. There they were on the train. Rishid had his big heavy arm draped all around Marik. And he wouldn't stop kissing him; he kissed him on his lips, on his fore head, all over his face. I never really thought of Rishid as a sexual being, but I guess everyone has it in them."
Bakura leaned back in his chair and looked out the window. It was late in the afternoon and the setting sun cast a orange-purple shadow over everything in the house. He didn't need Ryou's description, he had already painted quite the vivid scene in his mind. Indescribable feeling? Who was he kidding. Bakura knew exactly what it was he felt, it was jealousy.
Bakura had so many questions bouncing around in his head, like, when did this happen? Why does Marik like him? Was Marik planning on telling him? What does Marik's sister think? 'Argh.'
It was too much for Bakura.
Ryou interrupted his thoughts "Well, I hope it works out for them" Ryou hadn't meant that. Ryou hated Marik, and would love nothing more than for Marik's relationship and social life to crumble. Ryou would never admit it but he was jealous of the Egyptian. In Ryou's eyes, Marik had it all. He was extremely good looking, looks to die for, he was well liked, Marik made friends so effortlessly, he was a sweet guy and yet incredibly strong, and worst of all he was completely modest about all of it. The only reason Ryou wished Marik and Rishid good luck was to get under Bakura's skin. Ryou wasn't blind. He knew Bakura had the biggest crush on Marik even if Bakura himself didn't know it.
Ryou should up from the table and placed his hand on Bakura's back "Yup I sure hope they're happy." He pats Bakura before picking up his glass of water and disappearing down the hallway.
Bakura sat at the table, drumming his long pale fingers against its surface. Ugh. He hated this. He hated having to share Marik with their other friends but now he has lost him to Rishid, his old, bald overbearing brother. Well technically they aren't "brothers" but close enough. Bakura could see it so clearly, Rishid's crusty dry lips scraping across Marik's soft ones. Beads of sweat rolling down Rishid's forehead, down his nose and then dripping over Marik's clean, smooth body. Rishid is too tall and too heavy for Marik, he'd hurt him if they ever have intercourse. Wait, what if they've already had sex? What if they're having sex right now?
"Argh" Bakura let out. He quickly stood from the table. 'Why am I thinking like this? I disgust myself'
He walked into the kitchen to get a cold French lemonade 'Why should I even care? Marik would have never wanted me anyway. Hell I'm not even sure I really want him. I am certain that I don't want Rishid to have him... Gross. He is such a shitty little snake. A pervert. And I know he made the first move. Marik was my prize. Ugh! What does Marik see in the fool. He's not even attractive. I'm better all around...I'm not gonna sulk over this shit. I lost. I waited to late and now he's gone. We're still friends and I am sure there are other guys capable of winning my attention. Guys probably ten times better than Marik. Sexier too...Dammit!'
Bakura put the cold bottle of lemonade to his lips, letting the cool carbonated beverage run down his throat. Bakura loved French lemonade. It was his favorite drink. Marik introduced him to it and he had been hooked ever since.
Just as the last drop of lemonade hit his tongue, he cellular phone went off. He could tell by the sound of the tone, that it was a text message.
"Great." Bakura knew the message was from Marik. No one else ever really called Bakura. Bakura had friends, but they were really all just Marik's friends whom excepted Bakura into their circle.
He walked back into the dining room, which is where he left his phone. He picked up the gadget and it read
Marik:
Hey Bakura, wanted to know if we were still on the grab a bite ltr. Im really in the mood for stir fry but I picked last time so its up 2 u. lemme know
'Damn Marik, he's so damn considerate'
Bakura put the phone down. He'd respond later. Right now, he was still digesting all this shit.
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