Author Note: Ok, first of all, I'm really sorry about the incredibly long wait everyone. But you can't rush talent, right? So here's the next chapter! Enjoy!
It was morning. Sunday morning to be exact, and nothing quite like it. I got up off the sofa and yawned, giving my back a quick arch to loosen up. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock on the wall; it was 9:36. I made my way to the bedroom, and to my surprise, Marik was still asleep. I shook my head and smirked. He had his head under a pillow and the rest of his body buried in the covers. Yep, thats the tell-tale sign of a hangover. At first I was going to let him rest, but this is an opportunity I couldn't pass up. I snatched the pillow off his head and opened up the curtains. He flinched when the sunlight hit his face.
"What the hell, man?", he groaned quickly pulling the sheets over his face.
"Come on, its time to get up!", I said nudging him.
"Fuck that, my head is killing me!"
"Congratulations, you're having a hangover!"
"You act like its something to celebrate! This is painful!"
"You should drink more often!", I joked.
"Whatever."
Marik rolled over on the bed, turning his back towards me. It was obvious he wasn't getting up any time soon, so I decided to leave him alone for now. I walked out of the bedroom with a satisfied look on my face. 'Yep, hangovers are alot of fun!', I thought to myself as I laughed. I walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on, setting the water to hot. Steam slowly surrounded me as it emanated from the hot sprinkles of water coming from the shower head. I looked in the mirror and flicked my hair around a little. Then the thought of Marik came to mind again. What was it about him that made everything go wrong? I shook my head and sighed, undressing as I stepped into the shower. If only this shower were like rain to help me think clearer.
After my shower, I stepped out into the hallway with a white towel wrapped around my waist. I stroked the water-flattened white locks of hair from my face. "Now where did he put my clothes?", I mumbled. I walked into the bedroom and noticed Marik still hadn't gotten out of bed yet. The top of his head was just barely poking from under the sheets as he lied down. I walked over to ruffle his hair before he tucked himself under the sheets further, completely hiding himself.
"You're going to have to get up sometime."
"Don't plan on it.", he mumbled.
I just shrugged and walked over to the dresser. "Um, where did you put my clothes?"
"Second drawer to the left."
I opened the drawer and found that all my clothes had been neatly folded and sorted. Not wanting to make a mess by rummaging through them, I grabbed the first thing on top; jeans and a white and blue striped shirt. As I closed the drawer and turned around, I saw the bed sheets quickly being tossed about as Marik rolled over. Or, pretending to roll over is how I should have put it. Seriously, if he wanted a good look of me, he really didn't need to act like he was shy about it. I mean, after all, this is his house. Suddenly a smirk ran across my lips as I remembered a certain similar situation.
"Enjoy the view?", I asked in the same manner he did when we were at the museum that night.
He didn't respond.
Obviously, Marik was trying to avoid me. It didn't really make sense to me, but I just wondered how long he could keep it up. It was a bit unlike him to ignore me, especially after everything we've been through. Not to mention the fact that he always latches on to me with talk about love and all that crap. Then it hit me, could he be avoiding me because of that? The kiss I gave him last night? No, what am I thinking. He was dead asleep! If anything, he was probably still stunting about the kiss in the park, which gave me a new reason to hate ducks. I heard the sheets ruffle again as he moved slightly. Suddenly, a lavender eye peeked from the darkness underneath.
"Hey, Bakura..."
"Er, what?", I asked snapping out of my thoughts.
"Did... you, uh...", his voice lowered.
"What? Speak up!"
"Did you enjoy yesterday?"
I blinked a few times. "What do you mean?"
"You know, did you have a good time?"
"Uh, yeah I guess."
"Thats good."
"Though to be honest, you had a better time than I did!"
"Sh-shutup!"
"Why are you asking all of a sudden?"
"Um, no reason."
I raised an eyebrow. "Sure."
I walked out of the bedroom, immediately ending the conversation. I sighed in relief. Good, he didn't seem to know about last night. That was just a mistake! Yeah, it was the alcohol! I knew I couldn't carry on lying to myself. Ok fine, I'll admit it, maybe I do like Marik, but that doesn't mean I'm in love with him! Fuck, I can't be in love! But I wont deny that there was something special about him that me kind of attracted me to him. His company, perhaps? Or maybe it was the way that he would always keep things cool between us no matter how awkward they would get later. After I was done getting dressed, the phone in the living room suddenly rang.
"Um, Bakura...", Marik called from the bedroom.
"What?", I responded.
"Could you answer the phone for me? I don't think I have the strength to get up yet." I heard him let out a nervous chuckle.
"Sure."
Quickly making my way to the living room, I picked the phone up and greeted with a curious, "Hello?"
"Hello!", the person responded in a sing-song tone.
Somehow I recognized this voice. It was a bit more high-pitched than I remember, but I knew this person. "Um, hi. Who is this?", I asked.
"This is Yugi! Is Marik there?"
"He's lying in bed right now."
"Oh. Well may I ask who's speaking?"
"Bakura."
"Oh, its you! You better tell that blonde traitor he's gonna pay for ditching me like that yesterday!", he joked.
"I will."
"But I finally got together with Atem! I'm so happy!"
Ah great, here comes the babbling and bragging. I sighed and just replied to the conversation with a few mhm's trying to sound like I actually cared. Whats so great about getting together with somebody anyway? You switch a few lovey-dovey words, kiss, go out, have sex, and break up. The process continues, but not always in that order. And then there's the people who want a serious relationship. And then they become all clingy and want to get married; yeah, I know how it goes. In my eyes, theres no such thing as a "serious relationship". Everyone's goal in life is simply to get laid and move on. Children? Yeah right! But of course, there's always that one person who is truly devoted to the one they love. But you never really know if you love them back or not.
"You and Marik..."
I snapped out of thoughts. "I'm sorry, what did you say about me and Marik?"
"Oh, uh, I was just saying that you and Marik really make a nice couple."
"A couple? Look, kid, I don't who the bloody hell lied to you, but we are not going out!"
"Oh, sorry. I guess its just the way you two act towards each other."
"What do you mean?"
"Come on, you two hang out with each other, eat breakfast together, and hey, you even live under the same roof! So, when you think about it, its like you're kinda going out..."
"Yeah, but we're NOT!" My heart skipped a beat when I said that.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to offend you."
"Uh, no, its ok..."
"Well, look, just tell Marik I called, ok?"
"Sure." We hung up.
I placed the phone down and put my hand on my chest. My heart was still beating rapidly when I denied that Marik and I were going out. But its true, we're not going out, so why the hell am I so surprised? In all honesty, I don't care what people think about us, but when it came to something such as a relationship, it made my spine quiver. So what if we're living under the same roof? And so what if we eat together? That doesn't mean we're necessarily going out! Don't associates take walks in the park to spend time together, and stay at each other's houses? But then, there was one thing we did that separated a couple from friends: kissing. Ugh, the word made me want to throw up. How could I forget that we actually kissed! Ok, the first time was an accident; accidents happen! But the second time, there was no denying that it was my intentional doing. Ok, so what if I kissed him? That still doesn't mean we're going out! Suddenly, I heard footsteps litter the hallway. Marik stepped out of the shadows stretching one arm up in the air and his other covering his mouth as he yawned.
"Ah, I think my headache's gone now." He made his way into the kitchen. "Coffee?"
"Uh, yes!", I walked into the kitchen as well.
"So, who was that on the phone?"
"It was Yugi."
"Oh that short bundle of randomness. He didn't talk you to death about him getting together with Atem, did he?"
"No. He was far more annoying."
Marik chuckled as he poured coffee grains into the filter and clicked the coffee machine on. "Yeah, thats Yugi for you." Marik sat down at the kitchen table and rubbed his forehead. "Ugh, that is the last time I ever go out drinking with you!"
"Oh whatever! Admit it, you completely enjoyed that experience!"
"Not as much as you enjoyed that kiss."
My eyes widened and I jumped around to look at the now smirking Egyptian blonde at the table. My mouth dropped slightly.
"Oh, you thought I didn't know that?" He got up and grabbed a mug. "Well, I may have been a little under the influence, but I know what a kiss feels like!"
Marik had a big grin on his face as he poured coffee into his mug. He chuckled and refused to say anything else after that. Ok, I take back everything I said! I hate this kid! Why I ever thought I liked him was beyond me! This kid is nothing but a bunch of mind games made to make my life hell! Oh sweet, sweet alcohol, I shall be seeing you again soon!
