Love Found, Friendship Lost.
A/N: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!… If I did then there'd be a few changes. But oh well… All I own right now are the Kaiba and Yugi Decks and hopefully soon the Jounouchi and Pegasus Decks. Beware! This fic has Yaoi-pairings in it. If you don't like Yaoi then I'd suggest you read another fic. Tissue Alert in later chapters! Some material here was inspired by Beverly, so don't flame me please! R+R if you want!
Yaoi-pairings: Ryou/Bakura, Yami/Yugi and Malik/Marik.
Non-Yaoi pairings: Jounouchi/Mai, Anzu/Honda, Seto/Junsui and Mokuba/Shizuka.
Genre: Romance/Angst/Tragedy/AU.
Time-Setting: 3 Years after Battle City.
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|…| = Malik.
||…|| = Marik.
"…" = Speech.
'…' = Thought
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Day: Saturday
Time: 12:08 a.m.
Malik's POV:
I watch curiously as Marik walked into my bedroom. He'd been acting distant lately, it was like he had something to tell me but couldn't find a way to form the words for it. Strange, that the both of us would act like this, after all that has happened. Don't get me wrong, I loved the challenges that were presented to us when Seto Kaiba had that Battle City Tournament and trying to rid him of the Egyptian God card Ishizu gave him. It rightfully belonged to Marik and I, didn't it?. And the challenges while trying to get the Millennium Puzzle from Yugi Mutou. But none of that seemed to matter anymore. They didn't seem to even match what had been left unsaid these past days. It's just… Marik hardly looks me in the eyes anymore. Is he ashamed of what had conspired in the Tournaments? Could something be wrong with my other half?
Or could it be what Yugi and Yami said? That Marik and I don't see what is really important? I didn't understand why that would matter when they said those words, but it struck me just now that what they were talking about was love. But love for what? I think I know. Love for Marik is what they were talking about.
Marik, my Marik, please tell me what is on your mind so I can ease your pain. It hurts me to not be able to help. I always helped you when we were seeking the Egyptian God card, didn't I? I've always been here to soothe your anger, heal your sadness and calm your fear, right? True everything we did was for a corrupted reason but there was nothing we couldn't do if we set our minds to it. I loved it when you praised me for the help I gave you. Can't you see me anymore? Can't you tell me what is wrong? I pray you'll let me know soon. I pray it can be solved. It would kill me if we were never to speak our minds so openly ever again. If only we could get past this fear the both of us are so wrapped up in.
Marik's POV:
I could see Malik was curious as I came into his room, as it was far and between that I ever entered his privacy so openly anymore. Of late the words Yami and Yugi said to us have been eating at me from within as I try to understand their meanings with no clear answers. It was always like the Pharaoh to talk in cryptic terms outside duels, but I didn't think his Hikari could have thought the same way. Could it have been what they were saying, that should really hold my attention so rapt? Could it have been that they were talking about my love for Malik and vice versa? I wonder, as I try find out through veiled eyes, if that were the case. I couldn't really be able to find the right way to express how much I care about Malik. I can think of what I want to say and how to say it. But it never comes out, if at all, in speech or our mental link.
I look into his face, those features that mirror my own to a certain extent were beautiful in the moonlight spilling forth from the window. But in those same features there was a longing and a sadness I couldn't place. Why can't I tell my own Hikari how I feel? Why does Ra have to torture me so? I never thought that I could love someone as much as I love Malik. Love so strong and fine as the most delicate crystal was surely within my capabilities. That was what had been gnawing at my very essence. If there was no alike feelings expressed from my Hikari, then what?. And right now it struck me that this was my fear. Fear of rejection from the very person I shared an existence with. He had released me from the Millennium Rod and gave back my life and purpose. And in the same he holds my heart so rightfully captured in his hands.
It was, or should be, that easy right? But if that were true, why do I still clam up whenever he asks me what is wrong? Osiris, please don't let me endure this torture anymore. It would be so much easier if he could tell me what is on his mind, even if it were for naught. Guess it would come as a surprise that even I, Marik Ishtar, am afraid of something that, to many, would seem so trivial and childish. Such is the curse with being locked away for a Millennia in the Rod. But I cannot deny this, not even if it weren't true. Ishizu would ridicule me for the rest of the millennia if she found out. Ishizu would do the same to Malik. Knowing her, she would never let us live it down.
Something wet and warm trickled down my right cheek. I raised my hand to wipe at it and looked to what it was that stained my bronze skin. A tear? Why? Why is Tefmet punishing me with her power now? But it could not be undone. I then dropped to my knees in front of Malik and grasped his hands in my own. I could see it in his eyes. Hidden emotions finally reaching the surface. A small smile had found its way to my lips.
||Is this truly what love feels like…?||
|If it is, then I pray it will never cease|
3rd Person POV:
Malik rubbed his Yami's back comfortingly, running those fingers over the inscription tattoos that marked his smooth skin. He could feel Marik tremble with each caressing touch. 'Oh my yami, what have we done to each other?' Malik thought as he held his darkness closer.
With a swift, fluid movement he brought his hand to Marik's chin and brought it up so they could look each other in the eye. Those soft lavender orbs held uncertainty but realized what was to come. As the two closed their eyes their lips touched and arms encircled each other more closely. This continued on until darkness consumed the room as the moon sank into the western horizon and out of view. Everything changed from darkness and gloom outside, but in the room the emotion stayed just the same.
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Time: 6:34 a.m. same day.
Ryou's POV:
The grass under my form was still wet when Bakura got to his feet and stretched that thin yet strong body of his. A few years ago we'd never seen eye-to-eye on anything. Now, he was finally opening up to me. I can't help but wonder what this change means. But as those wondering thoughts had their roots, so did my love for my yami. He beated me to a bloody pulp every now and then those years ago. But lately it seems as though he's having an internal dilemma.
The morning sun feels so good. So good after a night of tears, pain and another attempted suicide. But that was not uncommon. Bakura seems to have gotten used to saving me from myself. Who would have thought that a hikari would try such dark intentions? But it could not be denied. The past was done and can't be averted.
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