Chapter 2: A Little Closer
A/N: ^^ I forgot to put mention something in the first chapter. Malik and his Yami will be making quite a few appearances.. Malik Ishtar is known as Malik Ishtar, and Yami Malik is known as Marik. Got it? Good! On with chapter 2! ^.~
"Ryou!" Bakura cried out.
Ryou continued his tumble backwards, his eyes widening in fear.
Bakura quickly shot forward and grabbed Ryou's arm, pulling hard.
Ryou cried out as slight pain shot through this arm. "Bakura!" he panted.
Bakura managed to pull Ryou to safety. They both collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.
"Why'd you do it?" Ryou asked, his breath coming out in short puffs.
"." Bakura didn't say anything. He found the situation extremely awkward, as he was the one to shove Ryou towards the edge in the first place.
Ryou glared at the ground. He got up, anger pulsing through his veins. "Screw this."
Bakura looked at Ryou sharply. "You shouldn't have been back talking to me."
"I'm glad you hate me," said Ryou turning around. "'Cause you don't exactly impress me either."
Bakura was shocked by Ryou's change in attitude. Ryou never used to say what was really on his mind. He would just go along with whatever Bakura said or did.
The dark half scowled at Ryou, his eyes wavering maniacally. "I can hurt you, Ryou. And you're right. I'm a sadistic psycho. So you had better watch it when your back is turned."
"Shut up, Bakura," Ryou snapped and walked home. 'I wonder what he'll do to me when he gets home,' Ryou thought scornfully. 'Beat me with the Millennium Ring?' He chuckled to himself, then stopped when he realized that could be quite an open possibility.
Bakura stood up, the scowl still planted on his face. "What has gotten in to Ryou? Why is he acting so different? He usually welcomes my beatings with open arms! He never questions me, or back talks the way he did," Bakura pondered out loud.
Bakura wandered through the small forest that was located to the left of the ravine. A small sigh escaped his lips. Bakura stared at the ground, oblivious to everything around him, when he bumped into something soft and warm.
"Watch where you're going," Bakura snapped.
"What crawled up your ass and died, Bakura?" said the person Bakura had bumped into.
Bakura looked up and into the violet eyes of Malik Ishtar. "Haha, you're so funny," said Bakura sarcastically. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"It's a free country," said Malik, pretending to be hurt.
Bakura rolled his eyes. "I'm not in the mood for your shit today, Ishtar."
"But maybe I'm in the mood for your shit," said Malik, his eyes glinting mischievously.
Bakura crossed his arms over his chest. "I do not feel like screwing, either, Malik."
"Who said I was even going to suggest that?!" Malik said defensively.
"I can see it in your eyes. Go find Marik and do your business with him," replied Bakura.
"I can't find Marik," said Malik miserably.
"Well, then find another-'' Malik pressing his lips to his own cut off Bakura.
'Awh, what the hell,' said Bakura as he kissed Malik back.
Malik grabbed Bakura's arm and pinched it harshly.
Just as Malik has thought, Bakura cried out in pain, thus opening his mouth. Malik immediately gained entrance with his tongue, and began to explore the other's mouth.
Bakura let out a low moan as he began to feel the heat rise in his body.
Malik smirked and continued to kiss him.
Bakura finally pushed away, feeling slightly breathless. "Malik, you son of a bitch. My arm is going to bruise from that pinch," he said, in a slightly whiny tone.
Malik rolled his eyes. "That's only way I could get you to open your damn mouth. You don't like being submissive."
"Damn straight," said Bakura.
"Well, I've got to get going. Isis wants me over for dinner tonight."
Bakura sneered. "Awh, how sweet. Sibling love."
"Can it, Bakura," were the last words out of his mouth as he walked the other way.
Bakura turned the other way. 'Guess I should get home and have a little talk with Ryou,' Bakura thought, smirking mentally. 'He could use an attitude adjustment.'
With that, Bakura walked home, still slightly energized from Malik's kiss.
Disclaimer: I do not own, "Yu-Gi-Oh!" although I wish I did. ^_^ Kazuki Takahashi does. ^_^
A/N: I hope you enjoyed the second chapter. ^_^ I had fun writing it. o.O;; Yes, I know I am freakish. :P
I'd like to give many thanks to my two reviewers, Alyia and Yami Tsuki Tenshi. ^_^ -huggles them and gives them candy- Love ya! ^~
I'll try and get chapter 3 up ASAP! Until then, please R&R! ^_^
~Blue-Kool-Aid~
A/N: ^^ I forgot to put mention something in the first chapter. Malik and his Yami will be making quite a few appearances.. Malik Ishtar is known as Malik Ishtar, and Yami Malik is known as Marik. Got it? Good! On with chapter 2! ^.~
"Ryou!" Bakura cried out.
Ryou continued his tumble backwards, his eyes widening in fear.
Bakura quickly shot forward and grabbed Ryou's arm, pulling hard.
Ryou cried out as slight pain shot through this arm. "Bakura!" he panted.
Bakura managed to pull Ryou to safety. They both collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.
"Why'd you do it?" Ryou asked, his breath coming out in short puffs.
"." Bakura didn't say anything. He found the situation extremely awkward, as he was the one to shove Ryou towards the edge in the first place.
Ryou glared at the ground. He got up, anger pulsing through his veins. "Screw this."
Bakura looked at Ryou sharply. "You shouldn't have been back talking to me."
"I'm glad you hate me," said Ryou turning around. "'Cause you don't exactly impress me either."
Bakura was shocked by Ryou's change in attitude. Ryou never used to say what was really on his mind. He would just go along with whatever Bakura said or did.
The dark half scowled at Ryou, his eyes wavering maniacally. "I can hurt you, Ryou. And you're right. I'm a sadistic psycho. So you had better watch it when your back is turned."
"Shut up, Bakura," Ryou snapped and walked home. 'I wonder what he'll do to me when he gets home,' Ryou thought scornfully. 'Beat me with the Millennium Ring?' He chuckled to himself, then stopped when he realized that could be quite an open possibility.
Bakura stood up, the scowl still planted on his face. "What has gotten in to Ryou? Why is he acting so different? He usually welcomes my beatings with open arms! He never questions me, or back talks the way he did," Bakura pondered out loud.
Bakura wandered through the small forest that was located to the left of the ravine. A small sigh escaped his lips. Bakura stared at the ground, oblivious to everything around him, when he bumped into something soft and warm.
"Watch where you're going," Bakura snapped.
"What crawled up your ass and died, Bakura?" said the person Bakura had bumped into.
Bakura looked up and into the violet eyes of Malik Ishtar. "Haha, you're so funny," said Bakura sarcastically. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"It's a free country," said Malik, pretending to be hurt.
Bakura rolled his eyes. "I'm not in the mood for your shit today, Ishtar."
"But maybe I'm in the mood for your shit," said Malik, his eyes glinting mischievously.
Bakura crossed his arms over his chest. "I do not feel like screwing, either, Malik."
"Who said I was even going to suggest that?!" Malik said defensively.
"I can see it in your eyes. Go find Marik and do your business with him," replied Bakura.
"I can't find Marik," said Malik miserably.
"Well, then find another-'' Malik pressing his lips to his own cut off Bakura.
'Awh, what the hell,' said Bakura as he kissed Malik back.
Malik grabbed Bakura's arm and pinched it harshly.
Just as Malik has thought, Bakura cried out in pain, thus opening his mouth. Malik immediately gained entrance with his tongue, and began to explore the other's mouth.
Bakura let out a low moan as he began to feel the heat rise in his body.
Malik smirked and continued to kiss him.
Bakura finally pushed away, feeling slightly breathless. "Malik, you son of a bitch. My arm is going to bruise from that pinch," he said, in a slightly whiny tone.
Malik rolled his eyes. "That's only way I could get you to open your damn mouth. You don't like being submissive."
"Damn straight," said Bakura.
"Well, I've got to get going. Isis wants me over for dinner tonight."
Bakura sneered. "Awh, how sweet. Sibling love."
"Can it, Bakura," were the last words out of his mouth as he walked the other way.
Bakura turned the other way. 'Guess I should get home and have a little talk with Ryou,' Bakura thought, smirking mentally. 'He could use an attitude adjustment.'
With that, Bakura walked home, still slightly energized from Malik's kiss.
Disclaimer: I do not own, "Yu-Gi-Oh!" although I wish I did. ^_^ Kazuki Takahashi does. ^_^
A/N: I hope you enjoyed the second chapter. ^_^ I had fun writing it. o.O;; Yes, I know I am freakish. :P
I'd like to give many thanks to my two reviewers, Alyia and Yami Tsuki Tenshi. ^_^ -huggles them and gives them candy- Love ya! ^~
I'll try and get chapter 3 up ASAP! Until then, please R&R! ^_^
~Blue-Kool-Aid~