Envy (Revised)
Alpha Fish
I started this fic a while ago and I Wanted to finished so I thought I'd just start over.
Bakura's Mistake
It had been one of those days. One of those dull boring days for which there was no cure.
Malik, Bakura, and Ryou sat in Ryou's living room watching hours of mind-numbing television. It was nightfall now and not one of them had moved all day.
" Well, its been fun guys, really, but I think I'm gonna retire for the night" Ryou announced.
Bakura didn't bother to turn around, he simply acknowledged Ryou with a quick wave of his hand. Ryou stood up from the chair he was sitting on and headed toward upstairs.
"Goodnight Ryou." Malik said softly
"Goodnight Malik"
With that Ryou left.
An hour or so had passed and Malik and Bakura still sat ther, staring at the television, which had now become a dull droning. Bakura laid across the couch with his head back on the armrest. Malik sat on the floor, propped up against the couch. Bakura shifted a little and Malik had turned around to look at him. Bakura's eyes were half lidded, and his shirt was twisted up, revealing a portion of his abdomen. Malik hadn't realized he was starring. Bakura nudged him with his foot.
"What are you thinking so hard about?" Bakura asked, not really caring
"Um…." Malik thought about his choice of words. He sat up on the couch next to Bakura.
"I" Malik paused "I, you know, was just thinking, about us and all, and …I realize that I really, I really like you, you know like more than a friend"
Malik looked up at bakura, he was looking at the floor a moment ago. Bakura gave Malik an emotionless stare. Malik continued.
"Anyway, if you felt the same way or something, maybe we could hook up or go on a date or something, whatever, I mean if you like me" Malik had finished.
Bakura shifted a little. What was he supposed to say, sure he thought Malik was attractive, sexy even, but that was all, he just didn't have those types of feelings for the boy, he was happy having Malik as his partner in crime, nothing more.
"Malik" Bakura said dryly." I don't like you like that, you're nice, but your my friend and I want to keeps things that way, I hope this doesn't fuck up our friendship."
There was a brief silence
"I understand, Bakura, it's ok, this won't change anything, just forget I said anything at all." There hurt in Malik's voice was obvious.
" So what do you want to do now?" Bakura asked, attempting to make things less awkward.
" Nothing, it's late. Isis will want me home anyway, I'll call you tomorrow though." Malik got up and headed toward the door.
"Do you want me to walk you home?" Bakura asked, he thought it was the least the could do
"No, I'm fine. Thanks though" and with that said Malik left.
Why do I get the feeling I just fucked something up. Bakura thought as he leaned back into the couch.
It had been about a two weeks since Bakura had turned Malik down. Bakura was home alone and once again bored.
Bakura's POV
I absolutely hate being alone and more than that I hate being bored. What do I usually do when I'm bored? Perhaps I will go see Malik. Wait. Come to think of it I haven't seen that fucking idiot since he told me how he was all in love with me and shit. I hope I didn't hurt him too bad. What the hell am I talking about, I'm sure he's over it. But if he's over me then why hasn't he called me so we can go back to normal. Maybe I should call him.
Bakura called Malik's cell, but got no answer.
Stupid fuck is not answering his phone. Maybe I'll just go over there, it will give me something to do.
Bakura got dress and headed out towards Malik's apartment. He had spent most of the walk thinking about what Malik could have possibly been doing these past weeks where he didn't have the time for Bakura. Bakura was a little upset that Malik had ignored him. Malik hadn't even had the decency to give him a phone call.
Bakura's decided to cut through the park, for it was the quickest way to Malik's place, and plus the scenery was nice. Across the way Bakura thought he saw someone who looked like Malik, but he couldn't be sure because it had looked as if that person was having his or her face eaten. Bakura squinted.
That's Malik, I'd recognized that ass of his anywhere. Is someone hurting him?
Normal POV
Bakura quickened his paced toward Malik. He had a mild feeling of worry and anger, which is if someone was hurting his friend.
The image had become completely clear. He stopped behind malik, and was at a loss for words.
Malik could sense someone behind him, so he turns around.
" Mm oh! Bakura! Uh Hey!" Malik said, a bit surprised by Bakura's sudden presence. Bakura didn't respond, he just stood there unable to comprehend what he was feeling at the moment.
"Hello Bakura" a deep raspy voice said, it had belong to Rishid. The same Rishid that Bakura had always hated. The same Rishid who had his arm snaked around his best friends waist.
"What is this?" Bakura asked, a hint of anger in his voice.
"What do you mean?"
"This" Bakura responded, obviously referring to Rishid clinging on to him.
"Oh. Wel-" Malik was cut off
"No. Malik you don't have to respond to that tone, and frankly what 'this' is, is none of his business." Rishid asserted. He tightened his grip around Malik's waist.
Malik had an uncomfortable look on his face. He was obviously nervous and didn't know what to say. A few seconds passed.
"So your not going to explain to why, I haven't heard from you in weeks and I find you hugged up on this pervert, what's going on?" Bakura demanded.
" I've been, occupied" Was the best answer he could come up with. He didn't want to tell Bakura that him and Rishid were dare he say 'lovers' and had been intimate with each other quite a few times these past weeks.
Bakura gave Rishid a look of absolute disgust. Bakura wasn't an idiot, he see exactly what was going on.
"You actually like this pervert. This old, bald, asshole who knows he couldn't find a guy his age if his life depended on it" That was directed at Rishid. Malik pulled from Rishid's hold and stepped closer to Bakura. Malik looked directly in Bakura's eyes. Bakura's look of disgust softened.
"Bakura, I'll call you tonight, and I'll explain everything"
"Malik." Bakura used a softer tone "I thought we were friends, why didn't you just tell me about him. I'm surprised you would leave me hanging for a guy like him. We are friends remember, best fucking friends"
"You're right, we are, I was afraid of what you'd think, that you'd-"
"Save it Malik…I'll catch you later" With that said Bakura turned back, and headed home.
Bakura felt sick and angry, and even a little betrayed. He wanted to throw up at the mental image of Rishid all over his friend, kissing him, touching him, and only god knows what else. What did Malik see in Rishid. Rishid is old and not very attractive. Maybe he has one of those things people call a good personality. But how would Bakura know. Bakura thought that Malik had better taste for Bakura himself was nothing like Rishid. It wasn't like he cared whom Malik dated, or at least he didn't think he did.