A/N
This is kind of an in between chapter, the next one will have more about the past between Marik and Bakura, explaining why Marik dislikes him so much.
Again.. forget about any grammar flaws and just enjoy!
Marik stumbled up the stairs to the door of his apartment.
Not needing keys he kicked the door open.
Okay… where… are… the… damn… aspirins…
Waking up at the side of the road that morning had left poor Marik with a hangover big enough to brake his last personal record.
Come on! There have to be some left.. right?
His vision was getting blurry so without caring to watch his step he, somehow, made his way to his bedroom, throwing off his clothes on the way there.
Hours passed and finally, when the sun was already setting, Marik slowly cracked one eye open.
He moaned into his pillow realizing his hangover wasn't quite over yet.
He lazily got up and made his way to the bathroom sink.
Feeling the ice cold water run over his face and through his hair, he started to feel a bit more awake.
"I need to stop doing that" he chuckled looking up at the messed up image that resembled his face in the mirror.
But it was damn good yesterday.. too bad those freaks threw me out…
"Bakura" he whispered slowly, remembering the previous night.
I wonder what he was doing there… accept for stealing, of course.
The truth was, Marik didn't really care.
You could certainly say that he and Bakura had a long history together.
But it was not a very pleasant one.
He never liked Bakura, too damn slick and bitchy for his taste.
"Stupid Bakura" he spitted, turning around to start his day… by making himself some supper.
Meanwhile, in a better part of town, the smell of a freshly baked steak filled the air of a neatly looking apartment.
Bakura let out a deep sigh before sitting down at his diner table, to enjoy his meal.
Today wasn't a good day, he disliked the way his mind kept wandering to one person constantly.
But on the other side he wanted to make up for lost time, so badly he was willing to put all his other plans aside for a while.
He loved the way Marik still loathed him… I guess time doesn't heel all wounds…
Perhaps Bakura was just as dark as Marik, only the way he himself presented it was a little more… subtle perhaps?
He shook his head slowly, silvery hair slowly falling past his shoulders.
I will find a way to get through to you, Marik… just wait.
The young man let out a quiet laugh, before starting his dinner.
He was pleased with himself right now, Marik always sparked his interest so the following time promised to be a good one.
Back in the shaggy part of town Marik had just finished his meal and he was now sitting lazily on his couch.
This place is a mess… maybe I should clean?
"No… I like it this way" he said aloud to convince himself.
Stepping past a bunch of empty beer bottles he made his way to the shower, because he couldn't start his day smelly… right? You never know who you might run into…
The water was cold, but Marik liked it that way.
Feeling the icy streams running down his back made him feel awake… alert.
A feeling he knew he would lose again as soon as he had a couple of drinks. But that wasn't going to stop him, It hadn't stopped him from drinking for a long time, he just loved that feeling of slowly slipping away.
Resting his head against the cold wall of his shower he grinned.
Tonight…
Getting out of his shower Marik didn't bother getting dressed just yet.
Making his way to the fridge naked and dripping with ice cold water he grabbed himself a beer equally cold.
The truth was, Marik didn't really like wearing clothes.
Being naked just felt… better.
But even he knew that getting out of his home only wearing his gold was a little too shocking… even for his usual style.
So after three more beers he slowly got up and got dressed.
Walking outside, he walked fast, making his way to those streets he had come to love and just like last night he took in the scent of the air when he was getting closer to his destination.
It was then that Marik discovered he was being followed and he instantly felt a large grin appearing on his face as he kept on walking briefly, pretending he was completely unaware of his silent stalker.
Walking into a small alley Marik suddenly turned around, but shifting his gaze around he didn't discover anyone else there.
Come on… where are you hiding… I'll find you one way or another…
Slowly turning around again Marik was about to continue walking when he heard an arrogant laugh behind him.
"you!" Marik snapped staring into the dark eyes of someone he had hoped not to run into again.
"Well hello, Marik… what a pleasant surprise"
"Not really" Marik said on a dark tone.
"Why were you following me?"
"I wasn't following you…" the silver haired thief said innocently.
That was enough to make Marik's blood boil.
"Shut up!" he whispered harshly, grabbing Bakura's shirt tightly while shoving him roughly against a wall.
"I'm only telling you this once, thief, stay away from me or you'll regret it, I promise"
Bakura only laughed at Marik's angry statement, knowing it would piss him off even more.
"Tell me… Marik… what are you going to do to make me regret? I am quite curious now"
Marik let out a low growl before pushing Bakura harder against the wall.
With his face only a few inches away from Bakura's he slowly whispered
"You'll regret ever coming back here because…"
But Marik never got to finish his treat, since as he was all caught up in anger a complete different feeling had taken over the senses of his silver haired companion.
Watching Marik so angry made Bakura more and more aware of the delightful but dangerous being Marik truly was.
His eyes furious and squeezed into narrow slits and the corners of his mouth curled down with dislike.
Bakura couldn't help himself, and even though he had planned on doing things differently with Marik, he no longer could control as his mind took over and he roughly placed his lips on Marik's.
A/N
Ooh! Cliffhanger!... sort of…
I already have another chapter thought up but I might not upload it until I get some reviews (that's a hint by the way)
So review! It helps ;)