Summary: Malik X Bakura, some Malik X Marik. Malik and Bakura reconcile after two years only to find themselves in the very predicament that ended their friendship before.
Bakura's POV
"Bakura? Bakura is that you?"
I heard a familiar voice call my name and I turned around in the middle of the crowded sidewalk.
"Bakura hey" It was Malik. He walked up to me smiling. "Hey" he repeated himself.
Instead of responding right away I just kind of looked at him. It had been about two years since I last saw him and I really wasn't expecting to ever see him again; Nor did I want too. But I was glad to have.
"Hello." I said, I didn't mean to sound so flat, but my mind was elsewhere.
"It's been so long since I've last seen you, you haven't change from what I can see" He continued to smile. His teeth were pearly and clean.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Malik looked at me confused and put off. I didn't mean to offend him. Its just when I think of back then, I get angry. And having not seen him for so long made me think of back then.
"I only meant that you look the same since I last saw you. You look good" Malik resumed his smile.
"In that case so do you." I really meant it, I wasn't just saying that in return to be polite. Malik looked great, but he always has.
"Look here" he paused, pulling out a piece of paper and scribbling something on it "This is my number" He handed me the paper "Call me tonight, we can catch up and what not."
"Sure" I said taking the paper and tucking it into my back pocket.
Unexpectedly he leaned in and hugged me. Even though the hug only lasted .2 seconds it felt like an eternity. I wanted this weirdo off me. I could've shoved him away or made a remark that showed my distaste, but I didn't. It was our past giving me the urge to push him away. I didn't want to feed the past so I just didn't hug him back. He pulled back and began to walk away. He halfway turned around, flashing me another smile, he threw his arm up in the air "Talk to you later okay." He spoke loudly.
"I wasn't just being polite" I spoke kind of low, I knew he couldn't hear me. I didn't want him to.
"huh?" he said looking confused, he had stopped walking.
"Later Malik" I didn't wave and before I knew it he had disappeared around the corner.
Normal POV
That afternoon Bakura arrived home to find Ryou sitting on the living room floor scanning through the television.
" Have you seen the remote?" Ryou asked.
"No."
Ryou continued manually scanning the television. Bakura sat down and the end of the couch closest to Ryou.
"Anything interesting happen today?" Ryou asked, turning to look at Bakura
"Interesting no, but I did run into Malik."
"Oh really? How is he?" Ryou used a tone of voice Bakura couldn't decipher.
"How should I know?"
"You mean you didn't ask?" Ryou eyed Bakura sideways
"Tst. No. Why would I? I don't care."
"Oh."
"He gave me his number, he said he wanted me to call him tonight but-" Bakura trailed of, mumbling something to himself.
"Don't tell me your not going to call him?"
"So" Bakura Shrugged
"Wake up Bakura, this may be an opportunity for you to have a friend. Everyone needs a friend and you don't have any. Besides Malik is a cool guy, your lucky he even wants to talk to you. Definitely call him."
"It would be a waste a time. Malik has changed, which is the direct reason we haven't seen each other in two years"
"What have you got to lose?" Ryou asked shrugging, still pressing buttons on the television. Bakura thought for a brief moment
"Nothing. I guess." He continued thinking
I'm not so sure calling him would be the best move. Malik and I have a shaky history. He was probably telling me to call just to be nice. He would do that. But at the same time Malik was a real asshole. Why should I call him. He and Marik will probably be laughing at me on the other end of the phone for being stupid enough to call. But then again Malik can be good guy, more or less, and he's pretty genuine. Maybe he does want me to call…
…
A few hours had passed since Bakura decided he would call Malik. He had spent the last half hour thinking about what Ryou said. Ryou was right, Bakura could use a friend. As much as Bakura didn't want to admit it, Malik was a cool guy, but after two years Bakura still couldn't shake what happened.
Bakura pulled the crumpled up piece of paper out of his back pocket. He smiled the tiniest bit. Malik always had terrible handwriting. Before he knew it he found himself dialing the number…
"Hello" Malik's voice was pleasant and refreshing to Bakura
"Hi Malik"… There was silence "This is Bakura"
"Oh Hey, I'm glad you called. I didn't think you would" Malik's' comment made Bakura feel good, he wanted Malik to doubt that he'd call,
"So how have you been, what have you been up to?" Malik asked eagerly. Bakura pictured him wide eyed, eyebrows raised, grinning stupidly when he asked that question. But Bakura knew Malik would never, could never make such a stupid face.
"I haven't been up to much and I've been okay I guess" He responded
"Good to hear" Even though Bakura couldn't see him, he knew Malik was making a face that showed genuine interest.
"You've been well I assume."
" Yeah I've been great, I just finished with school so I have a lot of free time. I should probably get a job but to be honest I really don't want to."
Deep down Bakura was hoping Malik was miserable having not seen or spoken to him in two years but clearly that wasn't the case.
"Is Marik still around?"
"Not much, he drops in every so often but he never stays for more than a few days"
"I see"
"Say, the night is young how about you come over, maybe we could do something?" Malik asked
"Sure"
"Well then meet at my place. Do you remember where I live?"
"I do."
"See you soon?"
"You will"
"Okay Bakura, later then." With that said Malik hung up.
Bakura made his way to the kitchen where Ryou was piddling around with something on the stove.
"I'm meeting him tonight." Bakura said leaning back against the counter watching Ryou.
"Him who? Malik?"
Bakura nodded.
"Nice, I must say, I'm almost jealous."
"Of what?"
"I want to spend a night out with Malik, or just spend the night." Ryou raised his eyebrows suggestively.
"Your sick."
"Sick? I'm normal. Malik is gorgeous, you just don't have good taste. I still don't understand how you and Malik were so close and you weren't even a little bit tempted to touch him."
Bakura was quiet
"What happened between you two anyway? You never did tell me."
"I really don't remember anymore." Bakura lied, and Ryou knew it.
"Or you don't want to tell me, It's fine though, I'll figure it out" Ryou winked.
Bakura figured it was about time to start heading toward Malik's place. Outside the warm summers night air felt good on his skin and the subtle breeze every now and then felt even better. He thought about which way would be the quickest to Malik's home. He made a left when he got to the corner, The sun always rises in the east he thought. Bakura and Ryou lived on the outskirts of the town as did Malik and the loud sounds of the city were faint in the distance. It was quiet.
I don't want history to repeat itself…..
"No! absolutely not Bakura. This isn't the way these things work. Where is this coming from?" Malik argued.
"Why do you have to be so fucking stupid?" Bakura tried not to scream, but he was about to lose it.
" I'm being stupid! What do you want me to do?"
"You know what I want you to do so just do it Malik." Bakura's voice softened
"No."
…
I definitely don't want that. I don't want things to happen like they did back then even though I only have myself to blame. I'm not digging my own grave, not this time. And I'm not going to fall into that trap Malik doesn't even realizes he sets. When and if he starts acting weird I just have to be tough with him. Even if it's not what I want, even if I want to fall in Malik's trap, I can't blame him though, I know I give of mixed signals and I really don't know what I want.
Before Bakura knew it he was approaching Malik's door. Hesitant at first, he gave a loud clear knock.
He waited a few moments before Malik opened the door, his signature smile planted on his face.
"Come in Come in" Malik said coolly, stepping aside so that Bakura could pass through. He bowed jokingly.
"Have a seat." Malik gestured for Bakura to sit in the living room , which he did. Malik sat down next to him.
"It's been so long." Malik said "I have to be honest, I've missed you."
"I couldn't tell."
There was an awkward pause. "You thirsty or something?" Malik asked, he was mentally kicking himself for admitting he had missed Bakura.
"No." Bakura said dryly
The lackluster vibe Bakura was giving off made Malik feel uncomfortable and he was beginning to wonder if this would turn out to be a bad idea.
What's wrong with Bakura. He won't even look me in the eye.
"Bakura if you don't really want to be here or if I'm making you uncomfortable, you don't have to stay." Malik suggested.
Bakura looked over at Malik who was giving him a look that made him feel more rotten than three month old milk. He didn't want to come off aloof but he didn't know what to say. Here he was with the best friend he had ever had and who he hadn't spoken to in two years.
"Sorry. I'm not uncomfortable." Bakura lied.
"How about we go for a walk or something, you know, like we used too." Malik suggested.
"Why Not." Bakura half smiled, he felt bad for coming across a bit withdrawn but he was still wondering how Malik could act as if nothing had ever happened.
Outside again, the weather felt even better than before. That warm breeze made everything feel refreshed. Bakura felt inspired to initiate the first piece of conversation. He brought up the time he and Malik had gotten lost in the city looking for a bike shop Malik wanted to go to. Malik laughed as he recalled that time.
"I thought we'd never make it back home."
This kind of reminiscing and friendly banter went on for a two hours. The underlying discomfort had faded. They had walked in a giant circle and had made it back out front of Malik's place.
" I guess I'll be heading home."
"Aw, your leaving so soon." Malik gave Bakura a pleading look
"Yes, but you'll here from me tomorrow."
"Well, good night then" Malik leaned in to hug him. This time Bakura hugged back. Malik pulled away and turned to walk away when he realized Bakura had a hold on his arm.
"Huh?" Malik looked back at Bakura.
"I'm sorry."
"For what, you haven't done anything?" Malik ask confused. He thought maybe Bakura was trying to be funny.
"I sorry for what I did, I sorry for ever losing my temper that night, I'm sorry for lying to you, I sorry I haven't talked to you in two years, I'm sorry for being jealous, I'm sorry for being selfish. I'm sorry I did that" Bakura looked down at the faded scar on Malik's wrist. "I'm sorry for everything." He looked Malik dead on in the eyes. It was quiet for a moment.
"Consider it forgotten."
Bakura nodded "Well goodnight". He watch as Malik walked toward the door. Without turning around Malik called out "If it happens again Bakura, I might have to kill you". With that said he disappeared into the house.
Bakura thought about the comment " I'd deserve it." He said to himself as he walked away.
Chapter One
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