Show Me the Way from
Crazy
One
Drive
out Darkness
(a.n. – Meep? *Looks
out from behind chair* Okay, I know I've been starting WAY too much stuff . . .
but I wanted to write this . . . so BWAH HAH HAH. ^_^;;
Right. Don't know where I got the inspiration for this, but I did. Please, if
you read this – review. I like reviews. They make me feel special.)
Disclaimer: *Cries* I don't own
it! I hope you're happy! *Sniffle sniffle*
Note: This is completely AU.
Nothing in the series has happened in this. Well . . . kinda. Everything up to Battle City has . . . I guess. But besides that – nothing! Heh heh – just to clear
up confusion . . . Oh! And another thing, I will be switching the point of view every chapter (don't
worry – only between two people) because well, it's better to get everyone's
perspective, right? Heh heh – and this is shounen-ai
. . . if you have a problem – why the hell are you reading it?
"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only
light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that."
Malik's POV
Ryou Bakura was walking down the paved street, his chocolate eyes downcast and his snow-colored hair was blowing in the wind. His feet were hurriedly carrying him towards the house he shared with his yami; who was a tad bit overprotective of his innocent hikari.
At this time, however, I did not know who this angel was. I had been sitting in the park, staring at a small pond in the middle of the round common.
I still don't know why I came here; all I wanted to do was run away from it all. I just wanted to go away from everyone that I've ever hurt unintentionally, and to run away from all the memories; the ones I've left behind.
So I've come here – it was as far away from where I came from that I could get with the money I had with me. Therefore, that left me completely broke and sleeping in this park for the last two nights, but I've gotten used to it. Maybe I should plan ahead next time.
That's when I saw him. Hurriedly walking through the park as fast as his legs would carry him. He was so beautiful; almost looked like an angel, except there was no halo hovering over his white hair. But, I told myself that I wouldn't get involved with anyone anymore, because I'd probably end up hurting them.
So that's when it surprised me that the boy wasn't there anymore. He probably walked away when I was spacing out. Then I turned around again and saw him sitting next to me. It was weird, so I yelled out – do you honestly blame me?
"I, um, couldn't help but notice that you seemed to be sleeping here." The tenshi said softly, pointing to the blanket I had on the bench.
I blushed a bit. I wasn't used to being in this type of situation. "Um, yeah, kinda. I sort of ran away from home."
"Oh . . . if you'd like you can stay at my place until you want to go back home." The boy said, smiling.
Damn, this kid was really trusting.
"I don't think I'm ever going back, and I don't want to be a burden." I said, not really wanting to get close to anyone.
"That's all right – you won't be! At least stay until you figure out what you're going to do." He said, looking at me with those heartfelt, expressive coffee-brown eyes of his.
How could I say no to those eyes?! That kid must always get what he wants with them. He doesn't even seem to realize it, either.
"Fine," I inwardly sighed, "but if I'm getting in the way, you have to let me know."
"Okay!" The boy smiled again, suddenly more cheerful.
I put everything I had out in the backpack I had with me, and stood up. He did the same thing, and we both began walking.
"It's not too far from here." He reassured me.
"Okay. So, what's your name? Or do angels not have names, merely pretty faces?"
Did I actually just SAY that?! IDIOT! Not only did I want to get away from everyone and not get involved with anyone here, I also made a vow to stop using lame pick-up lines.
The boy blushed and looked down at the ground. "I-I don't know a-about angels, b-but my name is Ryou Bakura." He managed to stammer out.
Aw, how cute. I made him uncomfortable. "Well, Ryou Bakura, I'm Malik Ishtar."
"Nice to meet you." He said softly, probably still scared by my remark; I really am an idiot sometimes.
We're here." Ryou said after a couple of minutes.
I found myself standing in front of a rather large light blue house. I wondered just how big his family was, to be living in such a large house.
Ryou opened the door with a key that he retrieved from his school bag and let me in.
I expected to hear lots of people talking and running around, or at least SOME sort of commotion, but only silence greeted my ears.
Ryou must have noticed the weird look on my face, for he asked, "Something wrong?"
"Well," I started, "I just expected there to be – um – PEOPLE here because it's such a big house."
"Oh . . . well, my mom died when I was younger, and my dad is off on an archaeological trip."
"No siblings here with you?" Ryou shook his head. "So then you live all alone?!"
"Um – well. Not really. My dad's home some of the time, and when he's not – my yami's here! Well – he's here all of the time, but -." Ryou rambled, but I stopped listening to him after that.
Did he just say 'his yami'?! Did he actually have one of those hellish creatures with him like I do?! I feel bad for him, then. He seems so vulnerable and helpless, so for him to have a yami . . .
"Malik?" Ryou asked, interrupting my thoughts. "You okay?" He asked, obviously noticing that I was spaced out.
I blinked, getting out of my trance. "Yeah, I'm fine . . . thanks."
"Okay then," Ryou smiled, "If you want I can put your stuff in your room for you."
This kid was actually giving me a room?! I figured I'd just crash on the couch for a little bit.
"Um, you don't have to do that. I can just sleep on the couch or whatever . . ."
"No, no! That's perfectly all right. After all, there are more than enough rooms in this house." Ryou reassured me as he took my bag from my hand and hurried up the stairs with it.
After standing there for a few minutes, I followed him up there. When I didn't see him anywhere in the hallway upstairs, I took note that he must be in one of the rooms.
"Ryou?!" I called out, not really feeling like going and looking for him.
A white-haired person stepped out of one of the rooms, and I automatically assumed it was Ryou.
"Oh, there you are -." I started, but was never given the chance to finish.
"Who the hell are you?!" The person, whom by now I've established WASN'T Ryou, sneered.
I merely blinked back at him. So this must be Ryou's yami. He didn't look incredibly friendly. Sure, he did resemble the snow-haired tenshi that had taken me in, but his eyes held none of the warmth that Ryou's did. His hair was also a bit more unruly.
"What are you, mute? I asked you a question." This person's voice also wasn't as kind and melodious as Ryou's.
"I-I'm Malik Ishtar." I finally responded, trying to keep my voice calm and even.
Something in yami no Ryou's eyes flickered and he looked stunned for a minute. Wonder why . . .
"Bakura!" Ryou yelled while coming out of a room far down the hallway. "You aren't giving Malik any trouble, are you?"
"Why is he here?" Bakura, evidently this person's name, asked coldly, never taking his eyes off of me.
"I'm letting him stay here." Ryou answered simply, and Bakura took his eyes off of me to look at Ryou surprisingly.
"Why would you do a stupid thing like THAT?!"
"Well – I found him in the park, and he doesn't have any place to go, and it's not like this place is exactly crowded . . . it's kind of lonely." Ryou protested.
"So he's a homeless freak, huh?! And I'm here – are you saying I'm not good company?
"He's not homeless – he just ran away from his home. And you're perfectly great company, but sometimes you treat me like a little kid, and I would like someone my age here."
"How do you know how old he is?! And if I treat you like a little kid, it's just because you're acting like one." He then turned to me and asked, "How old are you?"
"Um . . . 17." I replied, a little scared of this guy. Not that I'd let anyone know that. After all, courage is the art of being the only one who knows you're scared to death. Hmm – I wonder what happens if you get scared to death . . . twice. Oh, right, I'm spacing out again.
"See! He's not the same age as you! He's two years older!" Bakura's shouting brought me out of my trance.
Ryou rolled his eyes. "I meant someone around my age."
So he was 15. Hmm – I wonder how much of a difference 2 years makes at this age. Ugh – I really need to stop getting so distracted so easily. Oh! Is that something shiny on the end table?
Bakura took turns glaring at both me and Ryou. "Fine." He finally gave in. "He can stay – but if he pisses me off – I'm kicking him out."
"Yay! Thank you Bakura!" Ryou smiled, hugging his darker half, who seemed slightly miffed at the action, but sighed in resignation instead of doing anything.
I was a little surprised at this. I didn't think that lighter and darker halves were supposed to get along. Then again, I've only had one experience with that – and it's mine. Oh well – that's good for Ryou, anyway.
Now that I have a place to settle down in for a little bit, my only problem is trying not to get attached to Ryou. That shouldn't be too hard.
"Not all those who wander are lost."
(a.n. (yes, another one) – Heehee – that was fun to write. And in all honesty, I do think that those thoughts COULD be running through Malik-chan's head. Ah well – we shall never know. Anyway – next chapter is Ryou's POV. Yes, I hope everyone reviews this one and comes back for that one. I'm having a ton of fun with this, so I should be updating it fairly soon. Please add the reviews for motivation? *Chibi eyes* I'll give you a plushie!)
