This is mai first ever fanfic, so i hope you all like it. Enjoy!
(Malik x Ryou, Yaoi, messed up-ness, bad language)
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(Malik's POV)
"What would you like?"
"Oh, umm... I'll take the Café Con Chocolate, please."
"Okay."
Finally she walks away. Personally I hate it when people ask me questions. It's like they want to know everything. Even though I was the one who came here to order something. I know that someone is going to ask me what I want, so I might as well get used to it. I was surprised that I was able to find anything in this town. More or less a café. I need my comfort food. Or comfort drink at least. Caffeine drinks are the one thing that will keep me from basically dying. I'm so addicted to it I can't stop. But as I was saying, I hate meeting new people with questions concerning something about me.
"Here you go."
"Thank You."
No, not "thank you." More like, "what the hell is this?" And, "take this shit back and get me something else, you whore." That's more like it. The drink she gave me looks like liquefied crap. It was cold too. I can't drink this. I wish that's what I would've said to her. Instead I just nodded. Why am I so kind? I can't even yell at someone anymore. I need to just blow this all out on someone. That might make me feel better.
As a matter of fact, where the hell am I going to live? Damn it. Should have thought of this before I left Egypt. Now what am I going to do. Well, that was a random subject changer. But seriously, where am I going to stay. I can't go back to Egypt. Not now, at least. Especially not while my yami is here. So what the hell am I going to do!!
Just as that thought crossed through the midst of my mind, a snowy white figure caught my attention at the corner of my eye. It sounded like it said something to me, but as my usual self, I wasn't paying any attention to it anymore. It said something else. This time it got through my clouded head.
"Umm, excuse me, but have you seen a person that looks like me? He's just a little bit taller than me and has-"
"Sorry, but I just moved here. Actually I just came here from Egypt with no place to stay and I'm probably going to have to stay at the Salvation Army with the other homeless crack heads. I've seen a lot of people so far, but none like you. I might have but I wasn't paying any attention to any of them at all. So, I'm sorry I can't be of any useful assistance to find someone that looks just like you in a world of sick minded ass holes."
I take a sip of my liquefied crap. To my sarcastic unknown, it actually taste like crap. Not that I've tasted crap before. You can just tell that it does. How wonderful...I told you that I don't like it when people ask me questions. And yet he's still standing there. He's probably going to ask me another question... Here it comes.
"Sorry to bother you then."
He turns to walk away. As soon as he turns away, he turns back around and looks at me again. At least he didn't ask me another question, but now he's staring at me. That's another thing that I hate. Might as well listen to what he says. But he really needs to stop staring at me.
"Could you please stop staring at me. I hate being stared at."
"I'm sorry, but you said that you didn't have anywhere to go. I have a rather large house and there are too many rooms in there anyway. You could stay in one for a while until you get your own place to live. "
Who is this kid anyway? Why would he just ask someone he has never seen before to stay in his house? This kid is strange. But because I have nowhere to go, this could give me a chance to get back on my feet. I guess beggars can't be choosers, so might as well, stay with him. But I don't want to hurt anyone anymore. My yami is still dangerous and that could easily put someone in great risk. Then I would have to move again. And that's not an option right now.
"You know, you're very kind. Thank you. But not very many people just pick up strangers and take them to your house to live."
"Oh, I know. But I just can't stand to see people homeless and sick without a place to stay. And if I help you then you won't become a homeless person. Then that will make me feel better that I actually helped someone not become a homeless hobo." (the word homeless used to many times in here --')
"Okay then, I guess I can stay at your house for a short while. Won't anyone mind me staying there?"
"Well, not really. My mom and sister passed away and my dad is always working on the other side of the world, so my house is completely empty most of the time."
This may be the greatest thing that has happened to me. Someone is actually being nice to me. Of coarse Isis had to be nice to me. She was my sister. And Rashid was dedicated to serve me, and well, that's a whole different story. But someone that I don't know is actually being nice to me. Maybe moving away from home was the best thing. As we continued on in our conversation, he eventually sat down in across of me.
"I'm sorry about your mother and sister. Are you sure no one will mind my staying there?"
"I'm sure. By the way, my name's Ryou. Ryou Bakura."
"I'm Malik Ishtar. Thanks for letting me stay at your house."
"It's no problem, Malik."
And thus sealing our incredibly random friendship. It's strange but it works, in a weird random way.
We got up and started to leave. I threw down 75 cents beside the mug of liquefied crap and left. Maybe that will teach them to not give their customers such cheap shit. If you can even call it that.
He soon led me to his house in some isolated part of town. For some odd reason, it seems like I've been here before. I don't think I have been here, taken that I've only been in Domino for one day. But it does have some kind of similar essence that makes it seem like home.
Ryou stops in front of one of the large houses. All though all of these houses on this one block are really big. I mean really, REALLY big. Ryou's house looks like some sort of miniature castle. How many stories do they have? Now I see why he wants someone to live with him. His giant empty house would freak anyone out. I won't even be able to stay in a mansion, much less a house the size of one. Large open spaces creeps the hell out of me. I guess living underground so damn long gave me Claustrophobia. So maybe staying here would be kind of a bad idea.
"Here we are."
Ryou walks up to the door and opens it with a key from a very large stash of key chains. I wouldn't be surprised if he had pepper spray somewhere on that load of chains. It's amazing that he can actually carry that around and not get weighed down by it.
Anyway, he leads me in and goes straight to the kitchen. Leaving me all alone to do the exploring myself. Well, isn't that great. I get to explore a large house to find one room that I can stay in. But first I need to rest a minute. How long did we walk exactly? A mile? So I sit on the couch in the living room. The couch is actually very comfy. It must be one of those new ones with the three layers of cushions and...wait, what the hell am I thinking? I need to concentrate on what I'm going to do for the next few days and not about couches. I've been changing the subject way too much lately. I just can't focus on one thought for a very long while. I hope to God that I don't have ADD. That would be extremely bad. Especially since I need to concentrate on getting rid of my yami. That's number one on my list so far.
Now what am I going to do for money? I could get a job at a local store or something. But what store would hire a home-schooled runaway from Egypt that may have ADD and has of no experience of any kind through business? I don't know what I'm going to do but I need to-
"Hey Malik, do you need any help with anything?"
Find a...job...out...near...help...with...anything...for...me...wha? What just happened? I was thinking about a job and I just blanked out. What the hell? Ryou then walked into the living room from the kitchen with an apron on. Yeah, an apron...He really must like Cooking. Or he just doesn't want to get his clothes dirty. Either way, it looks too girly. Even for him.
"Malik, did you hear me? I asked if you needed help with anything."
"Oh, sorry. I kind of zoned out. What did you say, again?" I know I was trying to think of something, but what made me go blank?
He sighs and walks in front of the kitchen door and turns around to face me. "Well, try not to zone out while I'm talking this time. If you need anything I'll be in here making dinner." He leaves the room and enters the kitchen letting the doors swing behind him.
I told you I really hate it when people ask me questions. That must have been why I had gone blank. So which room am I going to stay in? Just from judging the size of the house, there must be at least 8-10 rooms. And when I walked in the door, I saw about 3. That leaves the other rooms to be upstairs. There's probably at least 2 bathrooms here and counted the fact that I have a semi weak bladder, I need to get a room close to a toilet. I guess I could go upstairs and search for a room, but I don't want to mess up anything. But if I don't look for a room, I'll just be sitting here like a complete idiot, and then I'll have to-oh, fuck it I'm gonna ask Ryou for help.
I finally get up from the extremely comfy couch and strode into the kitchen only knowing to find Ryou in there making something. The scent of exotic foods, surround me in every direction. It's smells so wonderful and expensive. I wonder how he learned to cook food that smells so blissful and delicious and-No!! can't get off subject now. Must ask Ryou questions.
It seems that he doesn't know of my presence in the kitchen. He just continues to work on the food as if his life depended on it. I lightly tap him on the shoulder to get his attention.
"Hey, Ryou."
He jumped. "Oh, Malik. You scared me." He said catching his breathe. He put down the cutting knife he had on to the board beside what looked like fish, pasta, and guacamole.
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to know which room I should stay in." I apologized to him in the best manner I could think of.
"Umm, you can stay in the 3rd bedroom on the left upstairs. Do you need anything else?" He smiled but he looked as if he was exhausted from working too hard.
"No, I'm fine."
"Okay, I'll call you when dinner's ready."
"Alright." I left the kitchen grabbing my small bag from off the comfy couch and ran upstairs.
(Ryou's POV)
Malik didn't really need to ask me where he could stay. There's 7 rooms here, so he could've just picked one. Now that I think about it, why do we have so many spare rooms? Oh, well. I guess I shouldn't question what has already happened. But I do have to admit that Malik is a little strange. It's like he's keeping something secret from the world. I wonder what's bothering him. That might just be his normal behavior, but I'm just curious. I need to stop thinking about this. It might get me into some trouble.
'What would get you into trouble?'
"Wha? Oh, it's just you, Bakura."
'You were expecting someone else?'
"No, I just...You surprised me. That's all."
'You should know by now that I like to sneak up on you.'
"Don't you mean sneak up on my thoughts...by the way, where have you been? You haven't come home in a few days."
'I've been in Egypt.'
"You went to Egypt without telling me? Why?"
'I did tell you, but you weren't listening, I guess.'
"How can I not listen to you when you're always mind linking with me? Thanks to you, I've been getting off track of my school work and everything!"
'Well, sorry. But, you didn't have to get all upset. At least I did tell you that I was leaving, Damn it! When did you become so fucking worried about every damn thing in the world!! It's not like everything is going to be destroyed once you stop worrying the hell out of it!!!'
".............You're right. I do worry too much. But, I'm going to finish cooking diner. You can do whatever you want. I don't care anymore. And when you want to eat, just come over and eat whatever you want. Then you'll probably leave like always."
'Look, Ryou. I didn't mean it to be like that. I'm just a little frustrated right now.'
"..........................."
'Ryou, listen to me. I'm coming home tomorrow. And next time I leave, I'll make sure you are the first one to hear about it. Alright?'
"..........................."
'Fine, I'll leave you alone then. Just remember, Ryou, no matter what you do, I'll still love you.'
He's not there anymore. The mind link has been canceled. Shut off. Cut from our minds. But why did he connect it in the first place? Bakura hasn't talked to me for about a week. What makes today so special? Maybe it's Malik. Does he even know about Malik? If he did, he would've said something about it, right? Well, whatever's the matter with Bakura, will end up bothering me and probably Malik. I love Bakura too, it's just not like a relationship kind of love. It's more like a family love. And he is my Yami, so of course I have to love him. I wonder if he feels the same way. Oh, well. Mustn't get worried about others like Bakura said.
(Malik's POV)
3rd bedroom on the left. I open the door to see what it looks like. And not to my surprise, it's very nice and well cared for. I wonder if Ryou keeps everything clean. If his dad works all the time, then Ryou must do all the work. Poor guy. It's such a big house to care for too.
I guess I should take a shower. I don't think Ryou will mind. He never minds anything. I pulled random items out of my bag to look for one certain pair of clothes. It was my black sleeveless and a pair of khaki pants. I don't know why I like them, I just enjoy having them on. They're one of my most comfortable clothes, so I don't see why.
I lay them on my bed and hang the rest of my clothes in the nearby closet across from the bed. I shove everything back in the bag hard trying to make some extra room in the small luggage. I press down on the items to basically smush they into place even though I know it won't get any smaller. And yet I continue to 'smush' when something stabs my hand. By instinct, I immediately pull my hand up to look at the wound that has begun to bleed. It looks pretty deep. I look in the bag to see what had made such a gash in my hand. The first thing I see was the Sennen Rod's dagger protruding from the top of the cramped junk.
"Damn it!! How could I forget to put the dagger away!!"
I stare at my hand as the dark red fluid continues to pour out into my palm and slightly drip on the floor. For some odd reason, half on me wanted to run to the bathroom to clean up the blood. And the other half wanted to drink it. I can't just stand here and let it bleed all over the floor or Ryou would kill me. Even though some had already spilled onto the peachy white carpet. Great, after I stop bleeding Ryou's going to get furious and I'll only have my self to blame since I'm still standing here. DAMN IT!! I pull my hand up to my mouth and lick up all the blood from off my palm. The taste in my mouth nearly made me melt inside. I wanted more. I looked at my hand that is now clean enough to see the wound until it starts bleeding again.
"Shit!!"
I squeeze my hand closed very tight. So tight that my nails are digging into the open gash causing me to flinch and shake in pain. I then quickly ran out of the room and into the hallway. Damn it, where's the bathroom?! There's gotta be one somewhere around here!!! Door #1 empty. Door #2, Ryou's room. Door #4 empty. Door #5, BOOYA!!! The bathroom was white with polished ceramics everywhere. I dashed to the sink and turned the water on as cold as it could go putting my hand under the freezing water. It rinsed away the puddle of blood on my hand as I grabbed some toilet paper. The paper absorbed some of the stay blood when I cut off the water. Pressure helps to keep the blood from flowing to drain me of my fluids. So that's what I did.
(Ryou's POV)
Chopping food is actually fun. It didn't look so hard, except for that I cut myself a few times. Not deep, but just enough to draw blood. The fish is all chopped, so now to chop the veggies. I wonder how Malik's doing. He's been up there a while. Maybe he's sleeping. I wouldn't blame him. Coming all the way from Egypt would tire anyone out.
"OUCH, bloody knife. Where are those bandages I had?"
Where are they? I thought I had some down here. Aha!! I found one. Now back to cutting.
"Hmm...Bakura did seem quite irritated. I hope he's alright."
"Who's alright?"
"Epp!! Oh, Malik. It's just you. You scared me again." Bloody hell, why does he keep doing that?
"I'm sorry, but...uh...do you have a band-aid?"
Goodness!! What happened to his hand?!! How did he cut himself that bad? At least he stopped the blood flow. A cut that deep could relieve a lot of blood. He may need stitches for this.
"I don't think I have anymore. I may have used all of them."
"Oh, that's okay. I understand...I just need to lie down now."
And with that he passed out. Too much blood loss, I suppose. The best thing to do is to help him recover. Since I can't take him to the hospital with the little money I have, he'll just half to rest it out. I tried to carry him to the couch but because I'm too small and lack muscles, I had to kind of drag him leaning on my shoulder and back. Well, when he wakes up, he can have a big diner awaiting him.
(Malik's POV)
God, what happened to me? I feel like a pile of smushed shit. Oh, my head hurts so bad. The last thing I remember was in the bathroom. Gyaa! My hand!! It's...all bandaged up? How did I end up here? Ugh...I feel awful. Wait a minute. Did Ryou do this? He must have. I guess I should go thank him. A knock at the door appeared.
"Ryou! Someone's at the door!!"
No answer. I guess he's busy. The knock grew louder. It wouldn't hurt to see who it is. I looked through the peephole and saw Ryou. He must have gone shopping or something and forgot his giant key stash. Even though I don't know how anyone could forget it, counting the fact that it's huge. But of coarse, I let Ryou in. He walked in and stared at me with a questioning look on his face. It wasn't until his expression that I noticed that the person wasn't Ryou. Sure it looked like Ryou with his snowy white hair and pale skin, but I'm positive that this is not the Ryou I know. The person was somewhat taller and more muscular than him by the look of it. And he looked more scary and fierce than normal people do. He was about the same height as me, which is another thing that Ryou is not.
"Who the hell are you?" he snarled at me with an evil looking frown.
"I'm Malik, a friend of Ryou's. Do you know him?" He may explain why he looks like Ryou.
"Sure I know the little weak bastard. I'm his Yami."
Wait, he just said that he's Ryou's Yami?! How did that happen?
"You're his Yami?"
"Yes. Why, is there something wrong with me?"
"Oh, no. There's nothing wrong, it's just that I didn't expect him to have...well, a Yami since he's so kind and nice."
"That's what he gets. Nobody should be that "Nice" to people. It's sickening...Now what did you say your name was?"
"It's Malik."
"Malik, I've heard that name before...(Thinks)...nope. Never heard of it." He grins so wicked it's scary.
"Do you know where Ryou is?"
"He's probably in his room reading like always. That jackass doesn't even know that normal people these days don't read anymore."
"Well, it was nice meeting you."
"Whatever...whispers asshole..."
I then ran upstairs to the second door. Hesitating to knock, my hand set on the door ready to let Ryou know I'm behind his wall of entrance. I knocked slightly enough for him to hear it.
"Come in." he said.
I entered the door and closed it behind me.
"Um, Ryou...There's someone here that looks like you."
"Oh, then that must be Bakura. I didn't expect him to arrive until later this evening."
"He said that he was your Yami."
"Well, yes he is. A little rude don't you think."
Yeah, a little too rude if you ask me. I suppose I should keep my distance from him then.
"There's some dinner in the oven for you. I made you some, but you passed out earlier. Which reminds me, how's your hand?"
"Oh, it's fine. I've gotten worse scratches before. Don't worry."
"Okay. Well, I'll be in my room if you need me."
"Alright."
I left his room and walked my way into the kitchen. The site I saw was simply uncalled for. It was Bakura. And he was eating MY dinner that Ryou made ME!!! That's not fair!!!! Ryou spent all that time in the kitchen to make ME food, and he's in there eating it all up!!!!!
"What do you want?" Bakura said with his mouth half full of MY food.
"Your eating MY dinner that Ryou made ME!!!"
"So, you didn't eat it."
"I was just about to eat it until you came along and ate it for me!!!!"
"Hey, I did you a favor. You could at least thank me for it."
"I'm not thanking you!! Especially because the fact that you ruined the meal that Ryou made for ME!!!!"
"Well, you snooze, you lose. You losing asshole. Go find something else to eat."
"I wanted to eat that food that's now in your bloated stomach!!!!"
"Why are you making such a big deal over a little damn plate of food that Ryou made you? Do you like him or something?"
"I'm just hungry and no one has ever made me food before. I always had to do everything myself."
"Well, I'm sorry alright. Damn, you don't have to go and get all upset over food that Ryou can make anytime. I think there is some of his homemade soup in the fridge. You can have that. I hate soup." He got up and left the kitchen leaving my plate on the table.
(Ryou's POV)
Goodness, what are they yelling for?!! I guess i should go and see what's going on. So, I got up and started to go down the stairs. I stopped when I heard more yelling.
"I'm not thanking you!! Especially because the fact that you ruined the meal that Ryou made for ME!!!!"
That's Malik's voice. He's upset about my cooking?
"Well, you snooze, you lose. You losing asshole. Go find something else to eat."
And that must be Bakura. He probably ate Malik's food like he does everything else in the house...sigh
""I wanted to eat that food that's now in your bloated stomach!!!!"
"Why are you making such a big deal over a little damn plate of food that Ryou made you? You like him or something?"
Like me?!! Wait a second, Malik likes me? As in LIKES me? This is getting too wierd. Maybe is should go lay down a while. All that cooking must have gotten to me.
"Hey, Ryou!!"
"Huh?" I flinched at the sound of Bakura's voice.
"Don't you 'huh' me you little shit. Come here."
"I'm going upstairs to go take a nap for awhile. Can't we do this later?"
"Get your scrawny ass down here, now!!"
"O-okay, I'm coming..."
I climbed back down the stairs and walked infront of Bakura. He seemed to have gotten taller since I last saw him before he went to Egypt. And somewhat tanner to. I wish i could get a tan, since I'm so pale. Bakura rubbed the top of my head like he always does whenever he wants to say something.
"Well, well, well, Ryou. Looks like someone really likes your cooking in there. Although it may not just be your cooking he likes..." He grined so evily. I hate it when he does that. It gives me chills down my spine every time he smiles.
"What do you mean?"
"Just see for yourself."
He shoved me in the kitchen as hard as he could nearly making me bash into the kitchen table. Can't I have a nice Yami for once?? Or at least one that isn't as strong and mean?
I caught myself making sure I didn't crash into the table and saw an empty plate of food that was originally made for Malik. He was standing at the microwave with his elbows on the counter and his hands on his chin waiting for whatever he's warming up to finish. It looked like he didn't even know I was in the kitchen.
"You know, staring at the microwave while it's on can ruin your eyes." I said trying to get his attention.
"Really? I didn't know." He stood up and rubbed his eyes.
"Was the food good?"
"That ass ate it all. So he said that you had some leftover soup in the fridge. It is alright if I eat it right?"
"If you like five old soup. I can make you some fresh soup if you want." I insisted.
"I don't want to make you cook anymore. I can eat this."
"No, That's alright. I'll make you some new soup. It's the least I can do for you to appologize about Bakura."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm positive. There's no need to worry about me. I cook all the time."
"Thank you Ryou." He smiled with a slight blush that was bearly visible.
"It's no problem."
So does he actually like me, or not? I can't really tell because a lot or people blush for no reason, so maybe he doesn't like me.
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YAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! I finished mai first ever chapter of mai ficcy!!! I'm so proud of myself. I really hope that it wasn't boring at all... It took me a while to write, so please don't be mad at me!!! pout Please review and don't be a flame!!!! That's just not cool!!