Alright! New story guys, also in Chapters... I hope you guys enjoy my story! Also, there will be Journal entries at the end of every chapter, and during the rest, the main character will do... whatever. XD
Enjoy!
Uhmm. Bakura may be a little OOC as you read further... idk.. don't yell at me for it XD
Bakura blinked open his eyes lazily, he lay sprawled over a couch, probably Marik's, and had fallen asleep with the T.V on last night, it was nearly noon, and Marik hadn't shown any signs of being up either, but Bakura figured that he was just sleeping in for once.
He stretched his arms and legs, working out any kinks that happened to find their way in.
He couldn't really remember exactly what happened last night, but he didn't care... well, atleast until he found a note on the coffee table in front of him.
He swatted any beer cans he found on the table, and picked up the note.
Dear Bakura,
I'm sorry about last night, I rented a movie for us to watch, but we never got to it... I knew you wanted to see it, that's why I got it... But then you just had to find alcohol in my fridge... and then you got drunk off your ass.
Well... Find something for breakfast, I know I don't have much right now, I'm at the store buying food, then I'm going to return the movie... we can watch that some other time... I didn't wake you, because you look cute when you're sleeping, and the fact that you were so frigging tired that you actually fell off the couch... So I put you back where you were...
Anyway, I don't know if you're reading this or not, but I wrote this so you won't think I've been kidnapped.
-Marik Ishtar
Bakura finished reading the letter and let out a snort of amusement. Falling off the couch? he seriously doubted that, he knew he had a very high alcohol tolerance, so there was no way he could have seriously been that drunk, although, the beer cans that littered the couch and floor said otherwise.
Hmm... I wonder what time he left... he asked himself, and, as if in an answer, there came Marik Ishtar bounding through the door with several bags of food.
Well... looks like I won't have time to look through his stuff... oh well.
"Well... Look who's finally up. Have a good sleep? You know Bakura... I'm still wondering how in the name of Ra you got in here in the first place..." Marik said. He walked into the kitchen and set the bags he was carrying, on the floor.
"I'm a theif remember?" Bakura smirked.
Marik snorted. "Still, it gives you no right to come in here when I'm half asleep myself." Marik shot back.
Bakura's smirk grew wider. "Really? I didn't know... Marik... What exactly did we do last night?" he asked.
Marik's head shot up in dismay. "Bakura! Why would you think such a thing!? I told you, I'm not GAY!" he shouted.
Bakura just kept on smirking. "Could've fooled me Marik." he told him. "Oh Marik, I hope you know that wasn't what I was implying." he added, before quickly exiting the kitchen to avoid a wrath from Marik.
He flew upstairs when he heard the pounding of angry footsteps, and he quietly slipped into the nearest room.
He heard angry hisses of outrage, but he only smirked at this, He liked teasing Marik, it was fun, and he hated to admit it, but he knew deep down, that Marik was his only friend... and He knew he had some sort of feeling towards the Egyptian that he couldn't seem to place throughout the time they had known eachother.
He sighed at the thought, locked the door, and turned to see which room he was in. He hadn't been in Marik's house before tonight, he had only seen the outside of it when he walked Marik home every now and then.
To Bakura's surprise, he found himself in a bedroom, He knew that it was probably Marik's room, he contimplated the thought of a Guest Bedroom, but that thought quickly dissolved when he saw that there were pictures hanging from the walls. The bed was messy as if someone had gotten out of it not long ago, and the dresser was littered with documents, some more pictures, and, a LOT of sticky notes.
Hmmm. Thought Bakura as he flicked on the light. He sure has a messy room... although, if it were compared to my own, i'd probably win. He snickered when he made the comparison, and he flopped down on Marik's bed.
There wasn't really much to do in there, and the light wasn't very bright at all, it was dim.
Bakura noticed that it was unusually peaceful in the room. Dim light, No annoying sounds, not even a bang from downstairs.
With the thought of what Marik was doing was brought to his attention, he quickly scrambled out of the bed he was laying on, and got to his feet. Only when there was soft thumps of footsteps coming down the hall, did he start to panic, his head swung from side to side searching for a hiding place that would conseal him.
He then spotted a narrow space behind the dresser, just enough for a person like him to squeeze through.
When the footsteps drew nearer he scrambled towards the dresser and crouched down behind it, but what surprised him even more, was how part of the wall he was leaning on, seemed to give out, and he tumbled backwards.
He pulled himself to his knees, and looked around his new surroundings. He then had noticed that the wall he was leaning on, wasn't actually a wall at all... it was a small door. He rubbed the back of his head where he had hit the back of his head.
Looking around the room once more, he noticed that it was some sort of cave, or a safe place.
Several boxes lay around him, and on the far side of the cave-like area, was yet another door. He didn't know where it led, but he was going to find out. He started crawling on his hands and knees towards the other door, when he heard a loud buzz. Not like an alarm, more like a cell phone ringing.
Is that me? Ra, please don't let it be me. he scrambled to reach his pocket for his phone, but he froze in place when a voice from the other side of the wall he had entered from, sounded instead.
"Marik Ishtar." came the voice, it was frighteningly close to the wall, which made Bakura freeze where he was, barely breathing.
"Oh! Ishizu!" Marik cried out in delight. "Ishizu! it's been so long! wh-" he was cut off.
"uhm.." Marik's voice came, less enthusiastic than it was before. Bakura carefully inched closer to Mariks room wall, and placed his ear closer to hear what was being said.
"Ishizu?" Marik's voice became louder to Bakura's ear. "N-no Sis." he murmered softly.
To Bakura's surprise, he had heard a hint of sadness in his voice.
What's going on? is something wrong? he asked himself, then silently cursed when he felt a rock dislodge from underneath him.
"Sis! Please! I don't-" he was cut off again. To Bakura, Marik sounded almost... desperate. But why?
"Alright." came the reply, he heaved a sigh. "Good bye Sis... I'll see you soon then." he added. There was a light click, and Marik hung up the phone.
Bakura sat in silence for what seemed like an hour, but was only a few heart beats.
"Bakura... I know you're in here." Marik said.
Bakura raised an eyebrow. He did now? hmmm.
"Bakura, please, come out of that smelly escape hole. I don't want you to get sick by just being in there." Marik said.
With a small sigh, Bakura heaved himself out of the cave-like entrance, and back into Marik's room.
"When did you notice?" he asked.
Marik shook his head. "Well, you locked my door, made a mess of my blankets, and then left the door to the escape route open... So, I'd say since the moment you left." he replied.
Bakura snorted. "Alright then..." Bakura stood, patted the dust from his knees and exited Marik's room.
Marik followed.
Bakura looked back to find that Marik was staring at him. Was there something wrong with him? he doubted it, he didn't feel like anything was out of place.
Bakura then reached the living room, the T.V was still on, he hadn't turned it off, so he made his way to the couch, picked up the remote, clicked the 'Off' button, and let the remote fall back onto the couch.
Marik hadn't said anything since they left his room, Bakura felt very uneasy at the way Marik was acting, he was usually chatting on about destroying the Pharaoh, or some sort of nonsense that popped into his head.
Bakura, once again, looked back at Marik.
Marik looked right back at him.
Bakura's eye twitched, then he blinked, shoved both of his hands into his pockets and made his way to the front door.
"Well... Guess I'd better be leaving then." he stated, and reached for the door handle.
There was a sudden tug on Bakura's shirt sleeve, and he looked back at Marik yet again.
To Bakura's surprise, he could see tears starting to form in Marik's eyes. Why's he crying? he asked himself.
He repeated his thoughts outloud. "Marik... Why are you crying?" he asked.
Marik shook his head feircely, and when that had no effect, Marik swung his arms around Bakura's waist, and started crying.
Bakura let in a sharp intake of breath. "Marik?" he asked curiously.
Marik looked up at him, his eyes were red around the rims now. "Bakura... I'm gonna miss you.. A lot." he answered.
Bakura's eyes widened. "Miss me? Why?" he asked. Does Marik like me or something? he asked himself.
Marik sighed, and burried his face in the back of Bakura's shirt.
A sharp pain pierced Bakura. Marik's upset, why does this bother me? he asked himself, then, to his ultimate surprise, Bakura, in turn, wrapped his own arms around the Egyptian.
Marik held on to Bakura's waist tighter, Wow... he has one hell of a death grip. Bakura thought, but he felt himself squeeze Marik closer to him.
They stood there, both holding eachother, Bakura didn't know why, and Marik was upset, having the thought he'd never see Bakura again. However, with Bakura not knowing what was going on, he only had the clue that Marik might be in some sort of trouble.
Bakura slowly slid his arms off of Marik, and unhooked Marik's grip from him.
He held onto the Egyptians hands with surprising tenderness. "Marik." he whispered.
Marik looked up at him, tears dried on his cheeks. For a brief moment, Lavender eyes locked with brown, and both found that neither could look away from the other. "Marik." Bakura repeated. "Why are you upset?" he added.
Marik sniffed, then burried his head back into Bakura's shirt. "Bakura, I have to leave." he said after a few moments.
"Marik, leave where." Bakura asked. Marik replied, a little muffled by Bakura's shirt. "Egypt." he said.
A sharp pang hit Bakura with such force he, in a way, stumbled a little. "Egypt?" he asked in disbelief. It was then that he knew, for certain, that the feelings that he'd been experiencing when he was with Marik, were of pure happiness. He was sure that he would never feel that way again, no Joy, no love or caring, nothing, ever since his village way back then, Kul Elna, had been destroyed.
"Marik... Why?" was his only reply. Marik looked up at him, and with a non audible squeak, he had noticed that the Spirit was crying.
"Marik?" Bakura asked again, this time looking down at the Egyptian.
Marik looked away from Bakura's eyes. "T-there's something wrong-at home I mean... a-and we... We have to go back..." Marik stuttered. It certainly didn't feel right, telling Bakura that he had to leave, He wasn't even sure that he would ever see this Spirit again. He hated that thought, and, he realized, that he would do anything, anything, to be by the Spirits side.
Marik couldn't help but look up at the Spirit again, Bakura didn't move, nor say a word, but his face said it all, whether Bakura wanted it or not, tears came and slid down the side of his face. Why? Why am I getting so worked up over this? I-I should be glad I can finally get away from this annoying fool. The moment he thought that, instant shame hit him like a wave. Never had Marik been so annoying that he left, Never had Bakura actually wanted Marik to leave, and now that it was finally happening, all he wanted to do, was take Marik away with him, and have both forget about the world around them.
With this thought in mind, he realized just how much Marik meant to him, how much it was important to him that he saw Marik often, and how much Bakura truely did love Marik.
Bakura blinked a few times, wondering how long he'd been standing there like an idiot, he looked down at Marik, who was staring up at him. Bakura could help it no longer, he threw his arms around Marik's neck, and burried his face into his hair. Marik let out a startled squeak, but he didn't pull away, he wrapped his arms around Bakura once more, and they both embraced eachother.
Bakura felt more tears trying to force their way out. "Marik... Please, don't go." he croaked into the Egyptians ear.
"I don't want to Bakura... Not ever." was his reply. Bakura smiled at the fact that Marik didn't want to leave either, but knowing Marik's family, Ishizu, or Odion would probably make him go, whether he wanted to or not.
Bakura sighed softly. It was time to admit it, outloud, Since Marik was going away, he had a right to know.
"Marik..." he began. He didn't know how to say it, he was scared that Marik wouldn't want it, he was scared that it would effect their friendship. But then, he realized, if he was going to say it, either way it was going to effect them both somehow.
He squeezed his eyes shut, and, ever so softly, whispered the words that echoed over and over into Marik's ear.
"Marik, I love you."
Bakura felt Marik tense up a little, but, to his surprise, he felt Marik's grip grow even tighter around him.
"I love you too 'Kura." he whispered back.
They stood there, longer this time, neither wanting to let go, but eventually, when there was a loud honk, Marik and Bakura scrambled away from eachother in fear of what might happen if Marik's family found out about their new found feelings.
Marik's eyes widened. "Oh Ra! I forgot to pack!" he exclaimed, and he scrambled up the stairs as quickly as he could.
Bakura could only chuckle, as Marik scrambled up the stairs like a dog. He shook his head, a smile on his face, and went upstairs with Marik to help him.
Marik was all packed, ready within ten minutes, with the help of Bakura at least. For now, Ishizu, and Odion were sitting on the couch talking to eachother, neither knew that Bakura was there at the house with them, and both Bakura and Marik knew that Marik's sister, and brother, hated Bakura to their cores.
Bakura and Marik both stood at the exit to Marik's room, their tears had already dried and faded. They both didn't want to start crying again, incase Ishizu or Odion had overheard and came to check up on their brother.
"You will come back... right?" Bakura asked.
Marik looked at the ground. "I don't know Bakura... I wish I knew for certain." he answered.
Bakura, once again, felt a sharp pang, like someone stabbing him through the back with a hot knife.
He scooped Marik into his arms and held onto him.
"You have to come back... You have to, or I'll be forced to come visit." he replied.
Marik gave a small smile. "I'd like that. A lot." he replied.
Bakura smiled back at the Egyptian, and kissed him on the forehead.
"Marik! What's taking you so long!" Ishizu called up from downstairs. Marik and Bakura looked at eachother once more, a look of love and sadness crossed their faces.
"Coming!" Marik shouted.
"I guess I'm leaving now..." he said to Bakura.
"Mmm."
"Will you take care of my house while I'm gone?"
"Mmm."
"Bakura?"
"Hmm?"
"Are you ok?" Marik asked.
Bakura nodded. "To a point, yes." he replied.
Marik sighed and embraced Bakura one last time, before he made his way down the stairs, out the door, and into the car.
Bakura stared out the window and watched as a moving truck came into view and parked next to the car. Marik shoved his stuff into the back of the moving truck and turned to get into the car.
A sudden thought came to Bakura's mind. He whipped out his phone, and dialed a number, which he didn't realize until now, that he committed to memory.
It rung twice. "Marik Ishtar." came the reply.
Bakura looked out the window, to see Marik standing before the car, a phone clamped to his ear.
"It's me." he said into the phone.
As he looked out the window, he saw a smile flash across Marik's face.
"Can't go five seconds Bakura?" he whispered into the phone.
"Well... yes and no-" he heard a slight giggle from the other end of the phone, and continued. "-My point. Come back inside for a moment... I want to give you something to remember me by." he said, and quickly hung up the phone.
Marik turned and saw Bakura in the window. Bakura looked down at Marik, and a smirk flashed across Bakura's face.
Marik smiled a little, and turned to his sister Ishizu, who was still hauling some of Marik's belongings inside the moving van.
"Ishizu, I forgot something inside, I'll be right back." he told her, and he then raced to his front door, once inside, he slammed it shut.
"Bakura?" he called out.
There was thumping of footsteps as the Spirit made his way down the stairs.
"'Kura, What did you want to give me?" he asked curiously.
Bakura smiled, and handed him a picture frame. It was small, and could easily fit in someones pocket, if that pocket was big enough, and, Marik's pocket was big enough.
"What's this?" Marik asked while staring down at it.
"A picture of us I had." he replied.
Marik stared curiously down at it. "I don't remember this..." he replied, then, a lightblub went off in his head. Now he remembered.
"Oh!" Marik exclaimed. "Is this the picture you took of us when you took me to that mountain path, and try to make me jump off the edge?" he asked.
Bakura laughed. "Well.. Yes, You seemed happy in this photo-" Bakura shrugged his shoulders and sighed. "-I liked it, so I kept it." he added.
Marik looked up. "Why?" he asked.
Bakura shrugged. "I kept it because it reminded me of you,-" he smiled evily. "-And what can happen when my plans go wrong."
Marik looked confused for a moment, and Bakura shook his head, and wrapped his arms around Marik in a hug.
"Well... I guess since you gave me something, I have to give something to you." Marik replied after a moment.
Bakura shook his head and let go of Marik. "No, you don't have to. I have your house after all." he said, a smirk growing.
Marik laughed, then reached around his own neck, unclipped something, set it in Bakura's hand, and closed Bakura's hand over it.
There was a loud honk, and Marik instantly shoved the picture into his pocket, gave Bakura a quick kiss on the cheek, and raced out the door.
Bakura stood there a moment, and sighed. The boy he had just admitted he had loved to his face, was now leaving to his home country. Egypt. A flicker of dispair crossed his face when he realized that this could be good-bye for them both.
Yet, even as he thought this, he doubted it. Marik still had his house, still had his magazines, books and what not still scattered about, so he knew that Marik would come back in time. Whether to pick the rest of it up, or come back for good was beyond him, he just knew that Marik was coming back one way or another.
He looked out the window again, expecting to see Marik and the moving van, but they were both long gone.
Bakura felt a wave of sadness pass over him, and he sunk to the ground. a few minutes later, his eyes popped open, he had only just remembered that he hadn't seen what Marik gave to him.
When he opened his hand, he nearly cried.
It was the necklace he had given Marik, it was technically meant as a joke, the necklaces' base opens up, he knew. He remembered smearing something foul in it, and giving it to Marik as a present for his birthday.
A cruel joke, he knew, but looking back, he couldn't really stop himself from laughing a little when he remembered Marik's face, and how he had run to the bathroom.
Holding such a thing meant more to him than he realized. It didn't smell foul like it had back then, and when he opened it, he found that Marik had washed away the foul smell, and replaced it with a picture of Bakura.
This almost killed him to tears. Did- Did Marik like me before? Why would he do such a thing? do I mean that much to him? he wondered.
He smiled at the thought, and put the necklace, that still smelled like Marik, around his own neck.
When he did so, he felt a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest, something that had never happened before, and kind of startled him, but he grew used to it as the hours went by.
He rummaged through Marik's belongings, knowing that now he could do so without the Egyptian screaming at him.
He found an empty notebook that lay in a pile under Marik's bed, apparently forgotten.
It wasn't like any regular notebook that one would see in stores. This notebook had a special hint to it, like it was meant to be used for something, but was forgotten about.
It was about a year old, Bakura realized. Then a new thought came to his mind, he smiled a little.
He scrambled down the stairs, notebook in hand, and grabbed a nearby pen, sat at the table and began to write.
Day 1
Well, Marik, you just left. It wasn't exactly something I really want to talk about, and when you come back, I never want to have that happen again. You know, it's crazy, me admitting that I love you that easily. It's not generally something that I would say... It's not exactly... normal for me either. I'm so used to hating everything, dispising everyone, and everything... But, today, I think you changed me.
Knowing what I know now, I realized that I had that feeling since the moment we first met, I know I really couldn't place it at first, it made me curious to know what it was. And today, I found that out.
Marik, I have a lot of questions for when you get back, and I hope that you will get to read each and every entry that I make, From Day 1 to Day-whatever. I really don't know when you're coming back, but I hope it's real soon. I may not know exactly what's happening over there in Egypt, but I know that everything will be alright, no matter what.
I look forward to the day you return, so that I can tell you I love you again. Realizing what impact you had on me, changed me more than I had ever thought possible. Now, all I want to do is hold you and never let you go, Now, without you, all I want to do is cry. Now, I know, that you mean more to me than I've ever thought possible.
Marik Ishtar, you changed me, I'm happy now, knowing that you love me too. And, if you don't come back, I swear to Ra that I'll find you, and be with you. Now, I realize, that YOU'RE my home. You always were, and you always will be.
~P.S.- This is weird... I want to tell you all of this, and now I feel stupid... It's out of character, and I hate that. Marik, You did this to me, you changed me this much. And now, the thoughts that are running through my head are the words 'How' and 'Why'.
~Bakura