Sitting down next to him I was getting this odd vibe from him. This 'him' I keep referring to is none other then Bakura. My partner in crime for only so long, seemed a little annoyed. What was eating at his soul? Was Ryou being a pain again? I told him many times not to let that ever get to him. Ryou could be a pain without meaning to be and that could be a bit more then just annoying.
"Bakura what's wrong? Not that I care or anything," Hells, I didn't care but I needed to fill up the silence. I had enough of listening to the maddening sounds of nothing. I needed some kind of noise to happen or my urge to flip over the coffee table was going to take over and do just that.
"Nothing is wrong and even if there was I wouldn't tell you," snapped the thief. His words were cold and distant but I was used to such treatment that the effect it left on me was equal to that of a mosquito. Annoying at best but nothing a good swat couldn't fix.
"Nothing is something," it was always that simple. If someone ever told you that nothing was wrong it could only mean that something was indeed wrong and eating at them. Never was I ever to fall for such a lie as 'nothing'. This is how I got everyone, if they ever played the same card as Bakura just did I would always say my little quote; 'Nothing is something'.
The once great king of thieves did not seem to pleased with my wit and a icy glare was my reward. If he wanted to get back at me, glaring was never going to work. That was just like if he were to superglue his fingers together. It would only prove me smarter and give me something to laugh my head off at while he struggled to find a way to undo his own mistake.
"Are you going to tell me what the problem is or do I have to beat it out of you?" With that out I grabbed up a glass object that had a single lily flower in it and faintly waved it about. The white plant swirled about in the narrow glass object while the water in it jumped out a little and onto the floor. "I mean it Bakura, I have this… This uh.. Blunt object and I'm not afraid to use it"
An unimpressed look flashed over his face as he looked the item over in my grasp. "First off, that is called a vase. Second, if you don't stop swinging it about then you're going to spill water everywhere and I know you hate water." Ouch, that blow had a little sting to it. Seemed my mosquito like friend finally decided to bite. I could only hope he wasn't the kind to spread disease but knowing him he either would or he'd keep biting me till he sucked me dry. This only lead me to believe that I was right all, along as usual.
"A vase eh? Hm.. And don't pick on me for my dislike of water for I know you too hate it as well." Bakura was usually right and I had told him of my distaste for the water after he told me of his distaste for it as well. I lifted the glass up just in front of my eyes and glared into the glass, watching the liquid swirl about. It was amazing to be this close to something I hated so terribly much but at the same time it was attracting me to it. I didn't want to fear it. NO! Fear is not the right word, I fear nothing but I did despise it as if this inanimate object was like the pharaoh! I never feared anything and I never will as far as I was concerned on that issue.
I glanced over at Bakura then back to the vase in my hands. Bakura still seemed to be distracted but by what was still the question. Normally he was at least half way opened with me, he knew I had no one to tell things to anyway besides him or Ryou and Ryou always told Bakura everything. The runt never could keep a secret from his dark side so I finally gave up on asking any favors from the hikari.
"Marik.." Hm? What was this? He finally wanted to talk or something? To give him at least half of my attention I forced myself to place the vase back onto the coffee table and looked over at Kura with half opened eyes. "Have you ever wanted something so much that you knew if you ever had it, it would only hurt you but.. It is that very thought of pain that makes your crave for it even more?"
Ra, that was a weird question. It was as if he had just read my mind over my thought of water. I was drawn to it but never could bring myself to even attempt to try and enjoy it anymore. So why did he ask the question though? I didn't say a word, I sat perfectly still, not batting an eye. Just what could he want that would hurt him and cause him to crave more of it?
"I take that as a no. Thank you Marik…" Though his voice sounded just the same I could have sworn he was a little saddened. Just what did I do this time? I didn't even say anything to upset him or was it just my silence that did it?
".. Bakura.. Nothing matters, remember? We had that talk not even a week ago." He had to remember that, we both agreed on it. Nothing matters and nothing ever will or did. "Nothing matters," I repeated to settle it. That was my final decision., no, it was OUR final decision.
Looking back from the corner of my eyes I could see that Bakura was watching me. What for was a good question. Perhaps he thought I was going to jump up and try throwing him through the wall. Now why did I have to think of that, now it was almost tempting.. If only it were someone else of course. Though I knew that my thief king friend was no match for me in strength, it was more of his anger and wit that unnerved me. If he wanted he could put his mind to work and find some clever way to trick me to where I might be defeating myself and I couldn't let him pull that on me. This is one reason I didn't torment him as much as everyone else.
Something warm touched my thigh so naturally I looked down to see what it was. Seemed Bakura's hand decided to rest there as he leaned forward towards the wooden table and plucked out the white lily from the vase with his other hand. The one pale hand on my leg was removed and gently place to cradle the plant. I hate to admit it but I kind of liked the feel of heat that was momentarily there then lost.
"Marik, you remind me faintly of someone." He didn't have to say my name, I was indeed the only one there besides him so it was clear he was talking to me. Then again, by the way he was holding that flower close to his face it was almost like he was talking to it instead.
"Of who?" Who in the world was or could be like me or who was there for me be like them?
"Now that would be telling…" Of course he had to say that! Bakura too had his own little quote. He never liked sharing information he found important unless necessary to his liking. So.. Obviously now it was not time to tell. The next thing I heard was the sound of footsteps to loud to be that of a woman but almost to light to be that of a man.
With the squeal of door hinges in came someone to familiar to be forgotten, after all, this person only shared bodies with me for quite some time till I finally received my own.
"MY FLOWER!" I was about to ask him what about it when I received a sharp crack to the face from my hikari and glared at him when I turned my face back towards him. "You ruined my flower!" Malik hissed accusingly. The hikari's face was getting faintly red from anger as I looked over to Bakura to see that the lily was no longer in his hands. "Give it back to me you-you stupid brut!"
I never got the chance to deny that I didn't have it as he lent closer to me and something slipped from my hands. What, no way! That stupid plant was in Bakura's hands not mine just a moment ago. "Oh hells, you ripped half the petals off! Why do you have to be such a prick and ruin my presents! That was a gift from the pharaoh and you killed it!"
My other half went off on his rants of me being the most vile thing to ever be put on this planet. My thoughts were else where, how did Bakura get that plant into my grasp and why did he do so in the first place?
"I fucking hate you!" screamed my hikari. I looked up to argue and give the rightful blame to Bakura but instead was swatted across the face and viciously attacked with the dying plant. I never thought the steam was hard enough to sting like it did, it actually hurt! Rising from my seat to pelt the 'sweet' hikari of mine and show him true pain, the runt ran out of the room crying. His voice still reverberating in the halls as he ran on about how much he hated me and wished me death, all of this was done of course after he smacked me one last time with the bent stem of his precious plant.
"Bakura why did you do that?" I hissed with my attention now directed onto the other yami. "Do you want me to starve tonight because that is exactly what he is going to do!" I was going to miss out on another meal and though my hikari just barely knew how to cook, it was all I got. I had the feeling of hunger already building in my belly just thinking about it and it was enraging me all the more.
Shrugging at my questions and snarls, the male stood up from his seat so he could be at my height and level. "I am a thief. I'll pass all the blame onto someone else if it will get me out of harms way.." Bakura reached out taking my hand closest to him and placed something in it, curling my fingers over it so I couldn't see what it was. "And as a thief.. You can't leave things out in the open.. Or you just might find it missing." What did he mean? I swear the thief was speaking another language that only sounded like the one I knew for everything he said made little to no since at all.
What could he steal from me, I had nothing worth stealing but my millennium rod. I immediately reached down to my side with my other hand and felt the item was still there. This action only made the pale other chuckle.
"Not your millennium item… I am aiming for something a little more… challenging." The thief poked the left side of my chest with one finger before turning on heel and heading out the same door my hikari had burst out of just a little while ago. Turning his head back he added. "Don't put to much thought into it. You'll only end up hurting that thing you keep up here instead of a brain." tapping the side of his head he turned back around and left.
Just what was going on? Why was I always left out in this sort of thing? These two questions and more filled my thoughts as I looked down to my closed hand and uncurled it slowly. There laying in my hand were three long and slender white petals. All of this madness was making me wonder, what exactly did I miss from this picture?
That didn't matter.. I'd find out what I was missing soon enough and Bakura would be the one to tell me. Picking up one petal I examined it. The item was so soft to the touch and smooth. Funny how it looked almost exactly like Bakura's skin in color. This only lead me to wonder if the thief's skin was this soft and pleasing to feel…
I placed the item back with the others and turned my hand to the side. "No.." I couldn't allow myself to think such a thing. I could never allow myself to ever get that close to Bakura. With steady eyes I watch as the three silken petals drift onto the floor. Just like these petals, I will make the mighty king of thieves fall…