Heya! It's been a long time since I updated or made a new story. >.>; I got soooo many plot bunnies making love in my head that makes MORE plot bunnies... er.. wait. EW. >. ! Nevermind! Gimme a review for /any/ of my stories and you will see a new chap. >.>; +Been saving+ xD! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own any YGO characters. If I did, they would be showing Yaoi for a long time now. >.>;
/Marik! Please, don't leave me! Come back!
I'm sorry...I really am but... I can't.. Gomen..
Why! Why! Marik! No! Matte!
I'm sorry, Ryou...I truly am../
A young figure groaned softly in his sleep, white hair spread out in various direction on the bed and the pillow while limbs were tangled with the white silken sheets. Soft, winter-colored locks were matted to the other's forehead from sweat, slim brows furrowed together in a way that described pain..anger..and maybe just a hint of fear.
The male gasped before suddenly sitting up in his bed, delicate long, black eyelashes opened to reveal pure emeralds that could show or hide any emotions its owner feels at the current moment. The figure sighed, one slender hand brushing away the wet strands of hair from his face. Eyes now half-lidded, he sighed once more, remembering the dream he had. The dream that made him remember what had happen between him and Marik.
Ryou Bakura, that was his name. Usually, he preferred to be called by his first name, Ryou, due to some unwanted memories in the past that consist of torment by his yami, also known as Bakura. Now Bakura has his own flesh, blood, and bone. Now Bakura had his own life with the Malik Ishtar and his sister, Ishizu Ishtar.
Oh, how Ryou wishes that Bakura would at least visit him. Then the house wouldn't be so quiet..so cold..and so painful to stay in. The youth would give anything to make this cold house feeling welcoming again. But he stopped after...after that particular incident that he dreamed about and went through.
/Flashback/
Ryou was resting on the couch in the living room of his home. Wearing naught but a pair of khakis and a big t-shirt that slipped at times, he was hot. As in temperature. Hands and arms folded behind his head to act as a pillow, Ryou yawned, a book on some random thing, possibly Ancient Egypt, laid on his chest, the pages turned but not bended in the very least. The air was hot, especially since Summer was over already. It was fall time. The temperature was about 54 degrees in Fahrenheit. One would /definitely/ agree that it was pretty warm for a cool Fall night.
Suddenly, the front door opened to show a young man, around the age of 21 with tan skin and markings under both eyes. The newcomer wore a scowl, his hair -as usual- was everywhere and spiked. This was actually /natural/ and not formed by the tremendous use of gel! The tanned male sauntered toward the white-haired one only to sigh softly in his lover's ear.
"What's wrong, Marik?"
"Nhn. Malik and Bakura and the damned bitch wants me to go somewhere with them."
"Aa. Why don't you?"
" I am. But you won't like what is next and I don't care anymore."
At this point, the tanned male, now known as Marik, was silent. Warm violet eyes turned into slanted cold orbs. The albino male, minus the red eyes, blinked softly before caressing his koi's cheek with a digit.
"It's permanent."
With that, the caressing stopped. And the hand pulled away. The tanned male stood up and walked to the stairs before going up to their shared rooms and packing. Ryou just sat there, his mind still in the shock at the fact his /soulmate/ was leaving him. For good. And he doesn't care about Ryou's opinion either.
A few moments later, Marik came down with a bag. Sighing softly, he shook his head at the youth.
"I'm going now."
With that, time seemed to stop and restart in a few moments.
"No! Marik!"
Marik growled softly.
"This was one of the reasons why I did not want to tell you about it. You would whine and /cry/ about it. I don't know what made me /interested/ in you in the /first/ place!"
With those few words, Ryou's heart shattered into a million pieces. A look of pain and hurt spread across his face before it was hidden behind locks of white as the pale youth hanged his head slightly. Marik's shield seemed to come down as his eyes grew cold and soft once more.
"Ryou..I didn't mean that.."
When no answer was received, Marik sighed before heading to the door. Ryou snapped his head back up, emerald optics glimmering with unshed tears.
"Marik! Please, don't leave me! Come back!"
"I'm sorry...I really am but... I can't.. Gomen.."
"Why! Why! Marik! No! Matte!"
"I'm sorry, Ryou...I truly am.."
The door closed as Marik left. Ryou sniffled softly, tears dripping down his cheeks to his chin then onto the floor. Then everything crashed down. Sobs were echoed throughout the now empty house and tears were shed in sorrow and pain.
/End of Flashback/
Groaning as Ryou stretched, he rolled his shoulder slightly, hearing the satisfying pop of bones getting back in place, he grinned; a very rare moment and thing nowadays. Finally he made way to the bathroom next to him. Turning on the lights, Ryou meet the usual image of the bathroom. His bathroom had blue tiles and baby blue painted walls. His sink, bathtub, and toilet seat was like every other bathroom's, made of white material similar to cement.
Stripping himself of his clothes, he turned on the shower and waited a while before dipping one foot into the rain of water, checking to see if the temperature of the water was suitable for the bath. 'Prefect!' he thought before entering the shower of water droplets; one of the ways that he could actually relax.
First, taking a handful of vanilla and honey shampoo in his hand, he rubbed it into his mess of hair. Rubbing it into a foamy state, he then slowly massaged his scalp, making sure to massage the end of his locks of white hair. Smiling faintly, he enjoyed the scent of the shampoo that he specially picked out.
Soon he was done, after washing his body with a washcloth with vanilla and mint scented soap, he stepped out of the bathtub and wrapped a towel on his waist before stepping out of the bathroom completely. The minute he did, the phone rang. Rushing toward the nearest phone which was in the hallway, he grabbed it, one hand trying to prevent the lone towel that keep his privates hidden from falling.
"Hello? Ryou Bakura residence."
"Heya! It's Jou, Bakura."
"Hello Jou. Why did you call, not to be rude or anything."
" Nah, it's not an rude. Well, me and the guys wanna know if ya can join us to the movies."
"Why not?"
" Awe'some! We'll see ya in a few minutes?"
" Hai.."
"'Kay! Ja!"
With that, the conversation ended. Sighing, Ryou ran to his bedroom before kneeling down to look through his closet. Grinning slightly, he took out a pair of baggy green shorts that ended a few inches below the kneecap and a sleeveless black muscle shirt that cling to his chest leaving none to the imagination. For the chest anyways.
Finally, taking out a black zippered jacket that had a pair of small belts at the collar of it that served as a button for the collar. The jacket also happened to have identical pairs of buckles at the end of the sleeves of the jacket. Both the buckles and belts were made of silver metal. Light but effective.
Speedily putting the clothes on, he finished it with a pair of black boots and light black eyeliner. Yes. Ryou actually /wears/ eyeliner.
He scrambled out of the house in a hurry with his wallet that held money. Soon he slowed to a stop when he reached the movie theater. Ryou leaned against the wall, arms crossed, awaiting the arrival of his friends that was sure to come. Right? Right?
Nope. Later on, Ryou happened to get a call on his cellphone that says that it was canceled. He sighed, watching as the breath he let go as a sigh became visible in the cold air of mid-winter. Shaking his head he decided to go and watch a movie anyways. He was already here.
/An Hour or so later/
Ryou had ditched the movie that he paid ten bucks to get in only to enter a bar that no one noticed that he was underage to begin with. Getting drunk with a few drinks, -More like ten!-, Ryou staggered home, eyes dulled with confusion and lack of focus. Soon he reached his home only to fumbled with the keys he had in his pocket, trying to figure out which one would open the door to his home.
It took a while for Ryou to open the door. Grunting softly as his vision became dizzy, he blinked for a moment or two, trying to see which of the doubles was the original one, before getting his boots off and running to the living room which was the closest room currently. Falling asleep as he fell on the couch, he did not hear the sound of the door opening once more nor did he hear the sounds of silent footsteps that approach the place he currently was sleeping in.
Ryou did not see the tan figure of a certain somebody. A certain somebody with interesting violet-colored optics and blondish spiked hair. No. Ryou did not notice the figure that leaned down and place a gentle, chaste kiss on his lips before disappearing in a swirl of shadows. And the figure did not hear the one word that was muttered by the sleeping snow-colored haired youth. The figure did not hear the whisper of a name: Marik.