It was just another normal day.
The two teenagers were bored, Bakura was irritated, and Marik was ranting about something he didn't care about.
Suddenly he stopped what he was saying, midsentence. "Bakura? Do you know that we've only known each other for two months?"
The thief tossed a glance at the Egyptian. "Yes. I do."
"It just…" The boy faltered. "It seems like it's been much longer than that."
Bakura paused, deliberating whether he should say something or not. "…..Yes, I suppose you're right. I suppose this sounds cliché, but it feels like I've know you forever." He almost laughed wryly at the comment, considering how long he had been alive.
"Mhm," Marik agreed. "A lifetime."
Bakura hesitated, wary. He was normally more guarded than this, but to hell with it, might as well just tell him now. "This may not make sense, but when we first met, it was as though….I knew already knew you. Like we were just old friends who hadn't talked in a long time. And now, everything is…" He let his voice trail off, stopping himself. He may not be completely sober at the moment, thanks to the bar they had just come from and Marik's offer to pay, but he wasn't drunk enough to say what he had been thinking.
Everything is perfect.
Marik blinked. "Wow Bakura. Who knew you could be so sentimental?"
"Shut up," he growled. "I'll stop then, you're the one who brought this on."
He blond quickly shook his head. "No, don't stop….Is it bad that my life is so pathetic that you're the highlight of my day? It is. Whenever we have plans, I do everything twice as fast just so I can see you earlier. You're the first thing I think of in the morning…..My existence truly has no point to it."
Bakura shook his head. "It's not bad. I….feel the same way," he admitted. "Marik….I swore I'd never say this to anyone again and truly mean it, but….I love you, Marik. , I am thoroughly, deeply, madly, head over heels in love with you."
Marik's eyes widened. "I…..I hate that I don't know Bakura. I want to say I am from the way my heart is pounding in my chest and the way I think about you all the time. I really think—"
"It's ok if you don't know," Bakura interrupted him, and for the first time since they had met, the thief was actually blushing. "Hell, it's ok if you don't….just know that I do love you and I will always be here for you."
Yes, he was definitely blushing now, Marik thought.
"I'm just afraid," he continued. "That I'm going to push you away. I'm terrified of trusting people. Usually when I get close to someone, one of us always winds up hurt."
They had stopped walking now, instead standing under a large tree that was slightly off the path.
"I would never hurt you," Marik said, a slight breeze blowing his hair back. "I don't think I could. Because the truth is Bakura….I love you too. I am absolutely, completely in love with you."
Bakura's eyes widened. "I…..words aren't coming. I'm just….so many good emotions right now. "
Marik smiled gently. "That's good, I suppose." He slipped his hand into the other boy's and kissed him quickly on the cheek before continuing their walk home.
Well, this is for BloodIsntEnough.
In return for that picture she drew me. .
Anyway, this is short, and both of them are really OOC.
Oh well.