It had not taken long at all for Malik and Bakura to learn to understand and accept one another.
From every glance, to every move, every smirk and every crude comment; they were both open books, ready to be read by the other's attentive gaze. Because as they both were quick to find out, they were one in the same, and they could decode and decipher each and every syllable that would escape the others lips at any given moment in time.
"You have something I want."
You caught my interest.
"Perhaps we can come to some sort of agreement."
The feeling is mutual.
"I need your help."
You're the only one I have to turn to.
"What else haven't you told me?"
Don't betray my trust. You're the only one who has it.
"I'll kill you."
Just shut up and kiss me.
"You're a heartless bastard."
Just like me.
"I'm out of here."
Follow me.
"Your opinion doesn't matter."
Your opinion is the only one that matters.
"I don't want your help."
But I need it.
"Fuck me."
Love me.
"You don't intimidate me."
Much.
"Leaving so soon?"
Please don't go.
"Impudent brat."
Fascinating. Alluring.
"Petty thief."
You've stolen my heart.