{Malik's P.O.V.}
I sat on the couch, watching Ryou hastily clean the kitchen. "Are you sure you don't want me to help? You look like you need it!" I called. Ryou shook his head, breathing deeply. "You're a guest, Malik." He gave me a soft smile, and cleaned the counter. I chuckled. My eyes searched the blank TV screen. A part of me wanted to go see Marik, and apologize for my stupidity. But another part of me said that I had to give him time.
I sighed deeply, getting up from the couch. Walking over to Ryou, I slammed my hand down on his working one. "Let me help," I said sternly. Ryou sighed, and looked up at me. "Alright, if you insist. Here." He handed me a dish rag, and pointed to the sink. "You can wash the dishes. Bakura's dishes," He said with a giggle. I groaned, knowing how dirty that guy can be when it comes to dishes. Walking over to the sink, I gave a long sigh. "You wanted to help," Ryou sang. I just chuckled, and shook my head.
"Malik, are you sure you don't want me to take you to Marik?" Ryou asked suddenly. I sighed, "No." Ryou saw past me, and came up behind me. I felt a hand on my shoulder. "I know how you two are, Malik. I know you don't want to admit you feel for him so badly. Marik is the same way, but you're stronger to admit it," He said. I shook my head, scrubbing something off one of the plates. Ryou took the plate from my hands, and threw it back into the murky water with disgusted face.
His hands grasped my shoulders, and he turned me to face him. "You love Marik. I know you do! Admit it," He said. His brown eyes searched mine, and a different emotion filled them. His eyes were stern, and it almost made me shiver. "You look like Bakura when you stare at me like that," I said. Ryou chuckled, but continued to stare at me in the Bakura-like way. "Admit it, Malik." I shook my head. "Admit it," Ryou growled. My eyes widened with shock and fear. "Umm, Ryou. Are you.. okay?" The teen chuckled, giving me a smile. "I'm sorry. I've been living with Bakura way too long," He said. I nodded, my eyes still wide with shock.
"Please Malik, just admit you love him. You'll feel so much better!" My eyes shifted to the ground. "I-I-I can't," I whispered. Ryou shook me gently. "You can, and you have to! How do you expect to get him back if you can't tell him how you feel." I looked back into his soft brown eyes. I then let our a long sigh. "I love-" Before I could finish my sentence, a loud knock sounded on the door. Ryou sighed, walking over to the front door.
"Who is it? Bakura!" Ryou yelled as he saw the familiar man at the door. "Where have you been!" He continued to yell. Bakura walked into the room, and gave Ryou a stern look. "Is Marik here?" He asked. Ryou raised an eyebrow. "No, Malik is, but Marik isn't. I thought you were with him! At least that's what I suspected." Bakura shook his head. "I woke up this morning and he was gone. I came here as soon as I realized something was up," He said. Both guys turned to me. "Can you think of where he'd be?" Ryou asked. I shrugged my shoulders. "Malik," Ryou said as he grasped my shoulders. "Go to him." I sighed, smiling up at him. I nodded, smiling back. "Here!" Bakura said, tossing me some keys. "T-This is my motorcycle keys!" I yelled. Bakura laughed, "Yeah. Now go!" I sighed, slamming the door behind me.
I couldn't think of anywhere Marik might have gone. I checked the park, movie theater, and ever convienent store in the city. Finally, I stopped my bike besides a dark alley, and saw a dark shadow in the darkest corner of it. I squinted to see what it was. It was a person's shadow, but just who was it. I continued to watch, unaware that the person was staring back at me. I hopped off my bike, and slowly entered the dark alley.
The shadow began to stand, and I sighed with relief. "Marik, what are you doing in there?" I called into the alley. Marik walked out of the darkness, to where I could see him. His eyes were blood shot, or where they just red. "Marik, have you been crying?" I asked. Marik shook his head, turning his face away. I stepped towards him cautiously. He continued to stare at the ground. "Marik, we need ot talk," I said. His eyes flashed up at me, and he frowned. "Let me guess. You want to talk about that night. You want to know just what I ment." I opened my mouth to speak, but Marik began speaking again. "I admited how I felt, Malik. I know I can't take that back," He said.
I sighed, walking closer to him. "Marik, I-I-I" I stammered. His eyes grazed me. "You what?" He grumbled. I watched as he circled me. His eyes searching my body. "I care for you more than you think," I whispered. Marik continued to watch me with unreadable eyes. "That's all you have to say?" He growled. Sighing, I grabbed his arm to stop him. "Will you look me in the eye for one fricken second!" He stopped circling, and stood in front of me. "I-I-I," I stammered. I tried to find the words, but nothing seemed to escape. Marik crossed his arms, and rasied an eyebrow. I could tell he was frustrated.
But couldn't he at least see how hard it was for me. Marik slowly shook his head. "I can't believe I thought something was actually happening between us," He growled. Slowly, he walked towards the entrance to the alley. I can't let him get away again, I thought. "I love you, Marik!" I yelled.
