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Emeria Heyl

His Desert Rose

Malik stood on the roof of his apartment building in the pale moonlight. He had been crying out of anger, his eyes still red. A note was clenched in his right hand, crumpled and torn a bit. Bakura had left him only months earlier, after he out-lived his usefulness. Now his sister found him hopeless too?

At least the albino had enough respect to tell him he was leaving. His own flesh and blood couldn't even tell him in person. Malik was hurt beyond words, as if his heart had been cut with a knife. He let out a frustrated scream into the dark, starless sky.

Ryou took his lover, Odion took his sister, and all he had left... was nothing. Malik was to lost to register the cold winter air against bare arms and midriff. He was freezing and his heart was closing.

"You'll catch a damn cold out here, Malik. Get inside." A voice Malik knew... Bakura's voice... It was the last thing he heard before passing out into a small snowbank.

XxXxXxX

The Egyptian awoke to a cold cloth being placed upon his forehead. He felt sick and miserable.

"Malik, what the hell were you thinking?"

He looked up to see the only man he could trust now, Bakura. The albino's hair was pulled back into a ponytail, keeping it out of his way. Malik could smell spices mixed together in an old herbal recipe, most likely blended to treat his sickness.

"Bakura," Malik coughed before continuing, "... you came back."

"I did, only to find your stupid ass freezing yourself to death outside. Why the hell would you do that?"

Malik smiled a little, "you care what happens to me... Where's Ishizu's letter?"

Bakura frowned at the name. He had always dislike something about Ishizu. "I put it on the table. It got wet. What did she want?"

Malik's features saddened, "she disowned me. You're all I have left now Bakura."

Bakura kissed Malik sweetly, understanding the pain of being alone. Malik kissed back, needing to know he was wanted... even loved... by this spirit. Bakura pulled away; "I promise not to leave you again, my desert rose."

Malik's heart was warmed by Bakura's name for him. He knew the thief could show compassion when he wanted to, and be ruthless any other time. The Egyptian tried to get up, but was roughly pushed back down onto the small bed.

"Stay in bed. I'll bring you medicine."

Malik really didn't want to stay in bed. He wanted to follow the silverette. A violent cough shook through Malik, causing him to sit up quickly. Bakura returned with a cup of herbal remedy he had brewed.

"Drink this, it will stop the coughing."

Malik did as ordered, accepting the warm mix. It burned his throat with hints of jasper and jasmine. Bakura laid down next to Malik, the bed being only big enough for them to sleep tight together. A warm blanket was pulled over them by the thief and Malik drifted into sleep.

Bakura smiled as he drifted off to sleep as well. Malik would be fine by morning.

XxXxXxX

Malik awoke once more, only feeling stronger arms than his around him. The scent of Brazilian Oranges clouded his sense of smell with a faint trace of Bakura's desert origins, a hint of a mix of Papyrus and Lotus.

The blond felt much better in all honesty, but didn't want to leave Bakura's warm embrace. He finally had his love back, the one Ishizu had disowned him for. If the woman knew he didn't care anymore now about being disowned, she would have a fit.

Malik knew life was perfect now.

End

Just wanted to write something short and sweet with a hint of thiefshipping. I think it's cute. Heyl out!