Big ONE O! Yay! Ten yep… Hope everyones having a great day and what not? Hey lots of brotherly love in this chapter! Yay! Go Bronzeshipping! Anyway!

I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh and probably never will sadly.

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Chapter Ten~ Return from Narnia

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Mariku sighed leaning lazily on his black motorcycle, he hadn't been here too long but he just didn't like a bunch of noisy children. Small humans got on his nerves easily, he smirked lazily as he spotted the blond puff of hair he had been waiting for, he seemed to be with Starfish's group instead of 'Kura for a change. It was nice to see that Starfish didn't hate his brother because of him, Malik's face lit up at the sight of his brother. "Mariku!" Malik smiled happily, "bye Yuugi! Yami, Jounouchi, Honda, Otogi, Anzu, Miho!" he did a slightly bow and wave before racing over to his brother glomping him happily, "what'd brought you into town!"

"Hmm, missed my mini me," Mariku smirked slightly rubbing his brothers head lovingly, "how was school anyway?"

"Boring without you!" Malik teased happily.

"But Isis did want me to drag you back to my place for a while~ Did you want to hang out in town for a while. You can stay with your friends longer if you want." Isis had said she was going to working late today when they had lunch the other day and had asked him to mind Malik, he hadn't minded a bit. Plus Ryou seemed to have an obsession at the moment of racing around the house trying to find every camera he had. He had found five out of like twenty or more. But besides the point. So he hadn't been overly successful. He knew where all the ones in the basement were though. Just not the rest of the house. But it was probably safer to keep Malik out of his house for the day if it could be helped.

"Na, its cool," Malik smirked happily at his brother, "I want to hang with my big bro!"

"Hmm," Mariku smirked throwing his brother a helmet and sending a glare at Yuugi who was watching him cautiously, "come on. I'll even let you drive."

"Really!?" Malik asked excitedly his brother never let him ride his bike, plus apparently there was no need to since he had his own.

"Yeah. I heard yours in the shop still~" he smirked, "I'm surprised you've lasted this long without it."

Malik flushed slightly, "I do miss my baby."

"I figured as much~ Come on then," Mariku let his younger brother get on the front of the bike to ride, "you can pick where we go too~"

"You're the best Mariku!" Malik smirked happily driving off on his brothers bike, speeding down the street happily, he always loved riding motorcycles. It always managed to calm him no matter what mood he was in, Bakura hadn't shown up at school and he got in trouble for zoning out in class multiple times. Plus he had a test in a week. He had only been going to the school for about four or five weeks but it felt forever. He kind of felt bad for Kura though they still hadn't found his brother. He also had started missing more classes and got in trouble for arguing with the teacher the other day and starting a fight on the street and today he just didn't bother showing up. He really wished he could just find Ryou for 'Kura. Plus Bakura was his friend, and at the moment he was stressed out. Sure he joked around a bunch and shit did he had a massive knives collection. They actually looked pretty cool and shit, he had some with engravings. Curved blades, flip, long, short, skinny, wide, he even had different colours and metals. They were pretty cool. He liked this school and town in general. Even Mariku seemed happier? Or maybe that was just moving out or finishing school. But still he liked Domino.

Mariku glanced up as his brother parked the bike, "the park?"

"Hm!" Malik nodded happily latching onto his brothers hand dragging him away from his bike, "it's a nice day to be out!"

"Agreed," Mariku smirked lazily, "everyone being nice to you in school?"

"Oh… um, yeah," Malik rolled his eyes, "I'm fine! You don't need to worry, everyone's really nice here!"

"I'm always going to worry," Mariku glanced at his brother, well he did seem happy and that said something. But still. "But as long as you're happy, all your friends nice? What's their names again."

"Yuugi, Yami, Jounouchi but I've heard Yuugi call him Joey for short and then theres Honda and Otogi! and also Miho and Anzu! And of course Bakura!" Malik smiled happily, "a lot to remember?" he laughed slightly, "though Bakura doesn't really get along with the rest of the group so I don't normally see him when I'm with them."

"Oh, so that's why your little boyfriend wasn't with you," Mariku teased.

"He's not my boyfriend!" Malik flushed red as his brother burst out laughing.

"Holy shit! You're blushing for Ra's sake!" Mariku chuckled darkly not caring about the nervous stares he received, it was a normal reaction everyone was just intimidated. Weak humans. "You so have a crush for the snowball!"

"D-do not!" Malik spluttered shoving his brother to the ground who lost balance too busy laughing and collapsed to the ground, "shut up!"

"What!? Worried he might hear?" Mariku chuckled looking up at the sky, "so when you fought him and asked if it would be ok to be gay? You were bloody crushing on him!"

"Was not! and I'm not gay," Malik huffed.

"OMR! Your fucking red!" Mariku chuckled sitting up onto his elbows.

"A-am not!" Malik growled.

"You so fucking have a thing for him! You little shit!"

"You're making a scene!" Malik pleaded slightly.

"That means it's true!"

"Is not!" Malik's hands shot over his brothers mouth.

"Hey! Look he's coming," Mariku smirked mumbling into his brothers palm and pointing behind his brother.

"Shit! Kura! it's not what it looks like" Malik jumped and spinning around hastily before realising his mistake in trusting his brothers words as his brother crackle burst through the air before seizing to nothing.

"So what does it look like brother~" Mariku smirked at his brother off the ground as he spun back around and collapsed to the ground and hid his face in his brother's stomach murmuring more to himself rather than his brother. Mariku smirked slightly, so it seemed like his brother had grown a thing for snowball. It was his brothers first crush so he was sort of happy for him and so far there friendship hadn't affected his and Creampuff's situation so he doubted a relationship would. It might make Ryou happy to know his brother got with someone? Who knew, but then again that if his brother actually got out of the closet. He was practically at Narnia at the moment but maybe he was finally ready to rejoin the real world. Mariku sniggered to himself glancing at his brother still murmuring into his chest both just randomly lying in the park. "So, just so we are clear? Snowball is a boy," Mariku smirked at his brother who nodded, "and you're a boy?" Malik nodded again, "and you have a thing for Snowball."

Malik just moaned mumbling muffled words into his brother's chest not wanting to look up since he was quite aware he was still blushing like an idiot. He had been trying to deny that he saw anything in Bakura that was more than a friend. But it had been becoming harder as his friend loved to fake flirt on him and the only reason he was kind of saved was because his dark skin absorbed the light pink that always dusted his cheeks when Bakura got close. And his other siblings were suspicious when he would come home smirking like an idiot after walking home with him or smiling every time he called or actually trying to do the project which normally failed and they just sat around talking. It was seriously killing him, he had no idea what Bakura thought of him. He flirted so often, but he was pretty sure it was just jokey. Maybe that's all Bakura saw in him, a joke? something to mess around with, a single fling. Or just a friend. But it was so hard!

"Malik. I think your gay~" Mariku purred into his brother's ear nibbling on the top in an overly friendly manner. Malik shoved him moodily flopping his head onto its side to stare at his brother pouting, his tanned cheeks still dusted a cherry red.

"I'm not…" Malik protested slightly, but it sounded defeated even to his own ears.

"Look doesn't affect me either way," Mariku shrugged, "but just saying if you want him~ Get him. It's simple logic. There's a chance he wants you too."

"I don't 'want' him." Malik pouted, "and I'm not into guys. I want a girlfriend."

"Sure you don't," Mariku teased cheekily, "but human nature is weird. And you so want him and you know it. Snowball's girly enough for you."

"He's not girly!" Malik protested.

"OMR! Yours so gay for him!" Mariku announced all but quietly, "Malik has a crush~ Malik has a crush~" Mariku chanted cheekily, "Malik and Snowball sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N—G," Mariku rubbed his cheek pouting slightly, "have you gotten stronger?"

"No, you're going soft," Malik huffed, "and I do not have a crush on 'Kura! We're friends! Only friends!"

"That's why you smile every time his names mentioned," Mariku pushed himself back onto his elbows.

"I do not!" Malik flushed even deeper.

"Prove it."

"What, you're being stupid."

"You can't and you know it!"

"No! I can easy! 'Ku-Ku-Kura, shit!" Malik growled as a smile snaked onto his lips. "Maybe I'm a little gay…" he whispered finally.

"You don't say," Mariku teased smirking sitting up and nuzzling his brother lovingly, he really loved his brother. "My little Egyptian cutie has a crush on the kitty cat~"

"Shut up," Malik moaned in defeat. "But just say I did, do you think Isis and Rishid would mind?" Mariku shrugged, his sibling were traditional and shit but he would hope that they would get over that. "Well you're no help!"

Mariku smirked cheekily, "I'm not the one with a crush on snowball." Mariku paused before asking, "do you know how he feels?"

"No," Malik moaned, "he's constantly flirting on me, but I think he's just joking around and since he does it so often it so hard to tell if he's serious or what!?"

"Well there's always the option of asking straight out."

"I can't do that! What if he doesn't then I've just made it really awkward with my best friend!" Malik protested, "or he laughs in my face!"

"Wait until April first and say it," Mariku sniggered, "and if he rejects you say April fools and walk off."

"No way in hell am I doing that!" Malik shoved his brother, "we should start by getting off the ground though and out of public."

"Awe~ Don't want to be seen with me brother dearest," Mariku faked a hurt tone.

"No," Malik pouted, "I don't feel like discussing my love life in the middle of the park."

"Whatever," Mariku shrugged sitting up lazily, "what did you want to do then~ We can go find your little boyfriend~"

"NO!" Malik flushed cherry red again, damn it! He had just gotten rid of that colour. But he did have to think about what he was going to do for his little crush for Bakura. He was pretty sure it wasn't just a fling, and to be honest he really didn't want to be rejected. Really badly. But did Bakura even consider him like that, or did the teen not like serious relationships. And if he full out just said it and Bakura rejected him it could ruin their friendship and he would want to be comforted but he defiantly couldn't be comforted by the teen he knew he wanted to be the one to do it. And what if Bakura just laughed at him or just wanted a fling. But if he said yes they could improve their relationship. But still he didn't think he could look Bakura in the eye again if he said no. He defiantly couldn't tell the other teen. No. He wouldn't tell him yet, not until he had some proof the other teen had any chances of liking him back. But that was hard since he was Bakura's only friend was him so it wasn't like he knew how Bakura treated his friends.

"Your thinking about him again!"

"S-shut up!" Malik huffed pushing his brother forcefully again but this time he just continued standing up not fazed in slightest about his brothers attempts of shoving him over again.

"Did you want to go to the movies?" Mariku suggested finally. "They brought out some new superhero movie."

"Sounds like a plan!" Malik jumped at the offer at changing topic.

"Ok, you want to drive again lover boy~" Mariku purred, "pay attention to the road though."

"Yeah yeah," Malik smirked waving off his brother.

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"I'm home!" Mariku sighed walking into the house quietly not wishing to wake his pale houseguest if he wasn't asleep again, well it was quiet so maybe he was asleep. Well that would be a pleasant change. He froze slightly feeling something pressed against the back of his head, "Ryou?"

"Don't turn around," Ryou's voice was serious and Mariku rolled his eyes but stood still, "do you think this is a real gun?" he whispered into Mariku's ear the best he could. A bit hard since the height difference so even on his tippy toes he barely reached.

"Nope," Mariku shrugged, "I don't like guns. Don't have any and thus you wouldn't either currently."

"Meanie," Ryou pouted pulling the object away from the other head and shooting his back instead. "Still don't believe me?"

Mariku huffed being shot in the back with something and turning around, "what is that anyway?" Mariku eyed the yellow, green and orange looking gun, it was obviously plastic and way out of proportion. It looked fake, well that was mostly thanks to the colours? maybe if it was black and painted right? Yeah it could work… hm… Not very threatening in the slightest.

"A nerf gun," Ryou shot the others chest with another foam bullet as the other assessed the yellow, orange and green gun. "Malik left it here the other day and I was bored by myself for so long."

"I was gone for a few hours," Mariku huffed, "and I thought you were watching tv."

"I was but I got bored after my show ended. And why do you only own Disney!?"

"I do not!" Mariku huffed, "I just see it at the shops at lot and stuff so its easier to get and normally cheaper and shit… just shut up."

"You like Disney! Don't you!" Ryou jumped giggling cheekily flipping the gun and holding it at his side like he had seen so often done in western movies and shows or in his case looney toons. "What's your favourite!"

"I do not and 'Lilo and Stitch!' " Mariku protested flushing pink slightly as he realised he had still answered the questions.

"You do!" Ryou giggled, "big baddy Keky! Likes disney!"

"I do not," Mariku huffed, "and anyway it passes time! You can't tell me you don't have a favourite!"

"I like 'Beauty and the Beast'," Ryou giggled, "except I think he's cuter as a beast."

"Whatever," Mariku pouted snatching the nerf gun off his little captive. "No more shooting, this isn't a proper fight anyway." Ryou pouted childishly as his toy was taken away much like a five year old would when you said he couldn't have the toy he wanted. "Come on I'm making dinner? Unless you wanted to eat foam bullets instead?" Mariku raised an eyebrow curiously.

"Real food please!" Ryou smiled cheekily following the other too the kitchen taking one last glance back at the nerf gun. "You're not going to give that back to your brother are you?"

"Na," Mariku smirked, "it's ours now, plus I think he has enough to think about at the moment."

"Ooo! Why! I won't tell him promise!"

"Little nosey Creampuff~"

"Correction very nosey Creampuff! Your brother sounds nice," Ryou smiled sweetly, "I've heard you guys from the basement! You're a good brother!"

"I guess," Mariku shrugged but couldn't help smirking at the comment, he always worried he scared away possible friends for his brother. Except for that period when he didn't want anyone touching Malik. But after that it seemed like people had avoided his brother because of him, he always worried it might make him seem like a bad brother. But still. "And I'm not sure if you're going to be happy or what about it? So you sure you want to know?" Ryou nodded firmly determination, well a childish determination crossed his face puffing out in cheeks and holding his fists to his chest, "well my brothers recently developed a slight crush on his friend."

"Oh," Ryou blinked, "wow! Really! Who… wait he hangs out with my friends right? Is it one of them?"

"Not really, you know them," Mariku shrugged, "and he has one friend outside Starfishes group."

Ryou blinked blankly trying to figure out who it was screwing up his face in thought before a massive grin spread across his face, "Florence!" he said at last, "I mean Bakura…" He flushed slightly.

"Awe~ So that's his real name," Mariku sniggered, "but yeah."

"OMG! Really!?" Ryou was practically jumping with excitement.

"Yeah? I take that as a good thing?"

"Well not being mean to my brother or anything but I thought his asshole bitchy personality would leave him alone forever," Ryou looked at the ceiling, "again no offence to 'Kura."

"All good, I'm not going to tell him," Mariku chuckled, "what lovely things to say about your brother."

"Hey! I'm an awesome brother!"

"Not doubting that," the Egyptian shrugged lazily, "I question how it's going to turn out? Want to take bets since my brother's an idiot and plans on attempting to hide it?"

"Sure," Ryou shrugged, "wants the wager?"

"Hmm… whoever loses cooks dinner for a week. Or wait! The winner gets a anything card!"

"Whats an anything card?" Ryou asked curiously.

"You know. Anything the winner wants from the loser."

"Deal!" Ryou nodded firmly, "what do you think?"

"Hmm, Malik will probably be stupid and constantly avoid Bakura and make up random excuses and what not and your brother will get pissed they will have a fight and I don't know?"

"I think they'll be together before the end of the term."

"End of the year. You know you only have five weeks though?"

"Yeah." Ryou smiled cheekily, though from what he's heard his brother sounds like he likes Malik, he knew how how his brother acted and why so he wasn't overly hard to read. He guessed that Bakura probably already wanted to kiss the Egyptian. Or at least crossed his mind and he knew his brother wasn't patient. "So what's for dinner!"

"Umm…Curried Tofu square things with spices and like a stir fry and I'll probably give you pork and pasta?"

"Can I have your Tofu thing too!"

"Umm, I don't see why not?" Mariku glanced at Ryou curiously, "have you even tried tofu before?"

"Umm," Ryou paused, "nooo," he shook his head slowly, "first for everything! Please Keky!"

"Sure… go ahead. Did you still want the pork and pasta."

Ryou paused thinking, "no! I want what you have!"

"You sound like a five year old."

"Deal?"

"Sure, I'll make you pork and stuff if you don't like it. It won't take long," he shrugged, he figured the teen would probably be a picky eater up until now he only gave him basic foods to be safe. And he knew the teen couldn't eat avocado and he didn't like pumpkin. So far that and his huge sweet tooth he knew nothing about what the other really ate normally so he had been keeping it simple like chicken nuggets and stuff like that.

"No! I'm not a baby! You don't need to make me ten dinners."

"I wasn't offering ten," Mariku rolled his eyes, "I was offering two."

"Same thing!"

"Did you learn math in school?"

"I got an A in math!"

"Really," Mariku eyed the other teen suspiciously.

"Hmm, I'm an A grade student Mariku," Ryou giggled.

"Wouldn't have guessed, so you're good at school?"

"Yep, suckily enough I'm the teachers pet," Ryou rolled his eyes, "it's sort of annoying."

"I was good at school when I wanted to be."

"Oh," Ryou blinked, "I bet you would of been awesome!"

"Na the teachers hated me, I got expelled from three schools," Mariku smirked.

"That sucks they don't know what they were missing out on."

"I wanted to get expelled. Well one of them I did, two of them I just bashed some kids who pissed me off."

"Hey, I heard you got expelled within your first year of being here? That true?"

"It is, I sent some ass to hospital, he was in a coma for quite a while," Mariku shrugged awkwardly.

"I bet he was a meanie anyway," Ryou poked out his tongue childishly.

"He was the biggest of meanies," Mariku smirked.

"Can we have cake later?"

"You always link back to cake don't you?" Ryou nodded firmly, "sure… we can. Just make sure you do your teeth before bed."

"Yes," Ryou rolled his eyes, "you know you're only two years older than me."

"So?"

"Stop acting fifty!"

"Yeah because fifty year old's kidnap seventeen year olds and give them cake all day," Mariku eyed the other suspiciously.

"Sure they do," Ryou giggled, "cake is an essential part of kidnappings!"

"Well it's lucky I kidnapped a cake obsessed kid."

"You are very lucky," Ryou agreed, "I'm very popular for kidnapping."

"Is that true?"

"Yes."

"Well it's lucky I nabbed you when I did," Mariku raised an eyebrow at Ryou suddenly serious tone when he said that one word, "it's hard to find people who can eat as much sweets as you and be skinny as shit."

"It is!" Ryou said his cheerful voice returning instantly, "so what'd cha get up to with Malik?"

"Park, movies?"

"Ooo! What did you see!?"

"Some superhero film," Mariku shrugged.

"There should be a new horror film out at the moment," Ryou shrugged well he mostly just wanted to copy the other teen and he shrugged, "you should've seen that."

"I know," Mariku smirked.

"So why didn't you watch it?" Ryou attempted to smirk and failed horribly just turning into a confused smile.

"Malik can't stand them," Mariku glanced at Ryou trying to copy him and failing chuckling lightly at the horrid attempts, "but you know. I got you something?" Mariku fished around his bag slightly and pulled out a usb, "I hacked their systems. Want to watch it?"

"Really!?"

"Hmm," Mariku smirked, "thought it might be up you alley."

"Defiantly!" Ryou nodded firmly.

"Thought so, aren't I just the best kidnapper!"

"I guess so," Ryou smiled slyly, "though normally you don't leave your captives alone for so long."

"Firstly I live a long drive out of town and secondly and no offence," Mariku looked the other up and down, "I doubt you could just walk away. Your asthma would play up and you would be gone by now probably. So I'm pretty safe except from complaining that you're bored or lonely when I go out."

"Well you try being stuck in a house all day alone!" Ryou pouted but blinked blankly as Mariku just stopped and stared at him with a raised eyebrow. "What?"

"This is my house Ryou. You know that right. I live alone."

"Oh. Well you can still go into town!" Ryou protested.

Mariku rolled his eyes, "I guess. I only really go for food and family."

"Do you have any friends in town."

"No."

"When did you move here Mariku?"

"Earlier this year."

"Did you have friends in your last town."

"No, I had enemies. Ryou I don't make friends."

"What am I?"

"My Creampuff child."

"I think we're friends."

"You think so?"

"Yep! Why not? We get along and I can look past the whole kidnapping thing for now! But we have a lot of the same interest and I don't mind living with you so I'd say we're great friends!"

"Don't mind?"

"Well of course I'm still a captive Mariku!" Ryou practically teased, "I have my brothers to think about and school. And my other friends. That sort of thing?" he shrugged slightly.

"I see. Well I like having you here," Mariku said simply walking into the kitchen and cutting the conversation leaving Ryou standing alone in the others hallway. Ryou sighed slightly obviously Mariku didn't like the thought of him going home still he always got funny when ever he mentioned what he missed about home. Which meant he had no chance of taking him home soon, instead it seemed more of his home was coming here as Mariku tried to convince him it was nice to stay here and not be homesick by robbing his room constantly. He really kind of regretted telling his brothers to stay out of his room when he wasn't around. Since it meant they weren't noticing. It wasn't like he hated it here but he wanted to go home still. It was pretty nice here otherwise and probably wouldn't mind coming back on his own free will if he was allowed to leave but it felt like Mariku seemed to fear him leaving. He saw some thing flash across the other's face, like it stressed him, worried him? something. Fear? He seemed slightly possessive and thus was worried that he would lose him if he took him home. Ryou sighed heavily heaving his shoulders slightly and quickly following the other into the kitchen to help cook.

"So what do you want me to do Keky!" Ryou asked cheerfully and Mariku smirked turning to him. He always like it when Ryou called him Keky originally they had bugged him slightly but it normally meant to Ryou was happy or in a light hearted mood. Or teasing so he didn't mind.

"Can you cut those without cutting your fingers?" he pointed to a chopping board.

"Sure," Ryou smiled, "I still have ten fingers don't I? I've been cooking since I was like ten anyway!"

"I suppose that's true," Mariku smirked glancing at the teen, "also if you don't like anything. Just tell me and we can leave it out of the stir fry alright?"

"Deal!" Ryou smiled, "Mushrooms."

"You don't like them?"

"Yuck."

"Leave them out, simple," Mariku smirked, so pumpkin and mushrooms. Ok he was getting a bigger list of what the other ate and didn't that was good. Ryou smiled pushing them away and starting to cut an eggplant happily.

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Malik stared at his phone with a slightly goofy smile, he had been doing this for over an hour. After Mariku had dropped him home he had quickly done his homework and got some papers and other work he saved for Bakura since he was away which kind of got his mind stuck on the other teen he had tried eating but found the entire time he had been thinking about the white haired thief. He ran into the cupboard and had to get an ice-pack which was annoying and then he had attempted to distract himself with television but his phone caught his eyes and he turned it off instantly and began thinking again staring at the device, holding it in the air above him self as he contemplated whether to call his friend. To be a friend and nothing else just because he hadn't seen the other teen and yeah? Make sure he wasn't dead or actually life threatening sick. Wait! What if the other teen was sick and that's why he wasn't at school! No. He was overthinking it. But would it be weird to randomly call without a reason? Probably. Maybe he should come up with a reason. Minus the fact the teen was away, that seemed like a shitty reason and what if he was sleeping? Would Bakura be pissed if he called!? Oh no! He didn't want to wake up the other teen, still it was so tempting. And these had been his thoughts on loop for over an hour as a goofy smile snaked its way onto his lips. He swallowed slightly it was killing him! He had to call! No, it might make him seem clingy! No, he was being a caring friend! Yes. No. Maybe? Ok, he was getting absolutely no where right now. Bloody hell.

"AHHH! SHIT! FUCKING HELL!" Malik flew about ten feet into the air cursing randomly quiet loudly through the room as something tapped his foot gently. "Isis, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! I mean… um. What was it you wanted anyway?" he blushed embarrassingly at his major. Correction slight over reaction. Yes. Slight. He was going with that option.

"Are you alright Malik?" Isis asked carefully.

"Yeah. Why?" Malik frowned sending his sister a curious look with a raised eyebrow. Why wouldn't he be alright? he didn't feel sick or hot or anything like that, did he look it. Maybe. He had no clue, maybe he should check. Hm. He doubted that though. Maybe it was just a weird sister thing.

"You've been staring at your phone for quite a while and I've been calling dinner for the last ten minuets," Isis said carefully not mentioning his reaction to her trying to get his attention.

"Oh. Sorry I was um thinking? My friend was away and I wasn't sure if I should call to make sure they're ok and shit," Malik quickly pocketed his phone and jumped up, "so what's for din Isis!"

"Kosheri," Isis smiled.

"Awesome!" Malik smiled, his sister always made awesome food. Which was lucky because he couldn't cook to save anyone's life.

"So who's your friend Malik?"

"Hmm?"

"The one that was away."

"Just a friend," Malik quickly looked down and walked off not keen on telling his sister about his crush yet. Nope, he wasn't going into that. It was dinner time! Yep! Food! Yay! Cast away thoughts of his friend. Finally. He was just about to sit down as his phone rang, "I'll get it!" he said quickly.

"Its your mobile. I think it's for you anyway," Isis laughed slightly as her brother blushed embarrassingly quickly fishing for his phone and shoving it at his ear.

"Right! Forgot to press except," he laughed awkwardly. "I'll just take it in the other room, two secs!" He quickly pressed except, "hello Malik speaking!"

"It's your phone. What would you expect people to steal your phone and just accept every call that came through?"

"Ba-kura!" Malik jumped slightly but couldn't help at smirk at the sound of the others voice trailing him self to somewhere there conversation would be slightly more private.

"Yeah, who the bloody else would it be blondie," Bakura said snappily, "anyway Akefia kind of got pissed at me for skipping school. Did you get any of my work."

"Um… y-es!" Malik nodded firmly.

"You ok?"

"YES!" Malik practically screamed before his hands slapped over his mouth, "yep. Um, I just saw a caterpillar on my arm and it freaked me slightly. I flicked it away."

"Malik are you alright?"

"Yes Isis!" Malik held the phone away.

"What ever, that definitely wasn't girly," he could hear his friends eye roll, "could I come over and get it."

"Get what?"

"The work I missed. You noticed I wasn't at school right?"

"Yep!" Malik rocked back and forward on the spot slightly, "wait… you want to come over?"

"Yeah," Bakura sounded sort of bored, "in about an hour or so. Akefia just burnt dinner so we have to go get take out first."

"Oh, we're eating too," Malik flushed slightly at the idea of Bakura and him eating dinner together, he growled shaking the image from his head, "I don't see why n-ot!" Malik voice squeaked the last word.

"Caterpillar?"

"Yeah… ok! Have to go!"

"See you later? Just don't bash me with a bat in a random mood swing," Bakura huffed hanging up.

Malik huffed out a big breath he hadn't realised he had been holding in feeling his knees go weak he felt like collapsing, that was so fucking awkward! But instead he forced himself back to dinner. "My friends coming over to pick up some homework in about an hour or so? If that's ok?"

"That's fine Malik," Rishid laughed lightly, "you sounded nervous."

"He reminded me about a huge test coming up…"

"You two should study together if you're in the same class." Isis suggested.

Malik smirked slightly at the idea of spending more time with his classmate, "I'll ask him sometime maybe at school tomorrow." He quickly threw himself into eating to distract himself from thoughts of Bakura and to stop his siblings questions. "Delicious meal as always Isis!" Malik smiled sweetly taking his plate to the kitchen once he was done. Washing it peacefully.

Bakura pressed the other teens doorbell moodily, he didn't see why Akefia was so desperate for him to catch up. It was one bloody day. It was stupid but Malik seemed to be the one who would get work and shit. He blinked blankly up at the raven haired woman as the door was opened, her crystal eyes looking down at him as she greeted him with a sweet looking smile which he returned with a soft growl staring up at her with a lazy look, she did have big boobs. So it wasn't just another girly guy like Malik, Bakura sniggered to himself at that thought, but he had a real temptation to poke it. But he was pretty sure Akefia would scream his ear off if he tried so instead he waited patiently for the other to speak or let him in.

"Bakura! You're here!" Malik quickly came out of the direction of the Ishtar's kitchen.

"I said I would. Plus I'm pretty sure Akefia would've murdered me on the spot if I didn't find some bloody way of getting the work I missed today," Bakura said lazily, "going to let me in blondie?"

"Um… yep!" Malik jumped letting the albino in.

"You're acting weird today," Bakura raised an eyebrow, "you having a mood swing or is it just your time of the month?"

"I'm not a bloody girl!" Malik slapped the other moodily flushing a deep red.

Bakura huffed holding his cheek, "you sure as hell act like one." Bakura looked the other male up and down curiously, he was wearing a brown t-shirt and just some old looking jeans with his usual gold.

"Stop looking at me."

"What?"

"You're staring at me!"

"Oh really~ Don't flatter yourself," Bakura huffed but stalked closer to the other teen and leant in close so their noses touched and Malik held his breath slightly, "I already told you. If I wanted you, you'd be mine." Malik finally let out his breath as Bakura backed off and just stared at him lazily, what was he staring at? Bakura stared lazily at the other male's chest, he had boob? Flat, but still. He kind of wanted to still. He shrugged lazily poking the others boob, "boop."

"What the fuck!" Malik screeched Bakura had just stared blankly at him for five minutes and then what. He just poked his boob for no apparent reason.

"Well, your sister has big boobs but I figured I would get into more shit if I poked hers," Bakura shrugged, "why? are they sensitive~"

"NO!"

"Well then grow up," Bakura huffed crossing his arms, "can I get my work now?"

"Um… yeah," Malik looked at his feet, "it's in my room. I'll get it, you can wait here."

"No, I'll come," Bakura corrected following the other male up the stairs.

"It's ok, I'll only be a minuet." Malik protested.

"Unless you're hiding a mass murderer in your room I'm coming," Bakura said simply.

"I have a mass murderer in my room."

"Liar."

"How do you know!"

"I'm not in there yet~" Bakura smirked showing off his canine like teeth.

"Oh shut up," Malik huffed. "You're not a mass murderer."

"That is true," Bakura agreed, "but I am the 'Thief king.' "

"Whatever." Malik quickly went into his room and Bakura huffed but followed all the same curious to why his friend was suddenly so up tight. Like seriously, if Malik was going to be scared of him he should of been scared ages ago not now. Now was just weird. Bakura glanced around the room lazily shutting the wooden door and fiddling with one of the random items the Egyptian kept in his room. "It's just over on my desk," Malik shrugged going towards the pile he had organised earlier for the other teen and trying to get in check he knew he probably seemed weird. Bakura watched the other curiously as he seemed to run a nervous hand through his sandy golden hair. What was his problem anyway, he wasn't like this yesterday when he saw him at school. Did something happen today? or did he hear something? some dumb rumour because he was pretty sure about a year ago a rumour did go around that he killed someone. Which was obviously a lie but he had let the rumour spread being to stuck up to admit he didn't and the police had been informed and Akefia had been pissed to say the least. Ryou had to leave the room because he couldn't stop laughing that he had agreed to the rumour being to childish to say otherwise, making up creepy stories about it and it had escalated so quickly. And it had been a really long annoying conversation with the cop that is isn't funny to say things like that and blah blah blah. He kind of tuned out after the first three or five words in. He shrugged intent on finding out and stalking towards the other quietly not wishing for his increasing presence to be known yet. His prey unaware of the predators slowly closing the gap between them, before the pounce. "Got it!" Now! Bakura smirked as the other twirled around his golden hair flying around with him before his was pinned violently against the desk.

"Got you."

"Um… Kura, get off," Malik leant away from the other feeling the heat rise to his cheeks and wishing it wouldn't.

Bakura smirked letting off a dark crackle and licking over his pointed teeth, "make me pretty boy~"

Malik gulped slightly at the overall closeness and Bakura didn't seem intent on letting it grow as the other frowned slightly and pressed their bodies together placing hands on his desk which he was practically sitting on at this stage. How was he meant to get the other to move!? His breath hitched slightly getting caught in his throat as the other males hot breath danced down the part of his chest left exposed from his shirt and choker, "didn't you have to get home? Won't Akefia get annoyed?" he attempted to reason with the other teen.

"He can screw himself for now~ Malik dear," Bakura purred his voice laced beautifully with his British accent and the Arabic name. "Why? Do you have a problem."

"Per-son-al s-space," he attempted to lean back further but the teen kind of had him pinned so they were flushed together staring dangerously into his eyes.

"Claustrophobic," Bakura suggested, "or scared?"

"Well technically claustrophobia is a fear of small spaces," Malik attempted to glance away really hoping the other would back off or he could come up with some reason to get away.

"Are you scared of small spaces Malik?" Malik shook his head, moaning in regret at his mistake, "then this shouldn't bother you unless you scared of something else~ what are you afraid off?"

"I-I'm not scared," Malik protested, he wasn't really scared just flustered and embarrassed maybe a little scared he would do something dumb and scare off his friend, but still. He wasn't scared, what was there really to be scared of Bakura? He knew Bakura liked to boast and shit but he also knew he liked joking and talking himself up. Smug bastard. Maybe? But nothing to fear. Except him laughing in his face and rejecting him or making it into some twisted joke. Teasing.

"Malik?" Bakura glared slightly as the other drifted off into space, "are you listening?"

"Here's your work!" Malik pressed the work into the other trying to push him away and Bakura frowned slightly but backed off grabbing the work. Phew.

"I'll find out what spooked you another time," Bakura huffed, he hated to admit it he would hate for Malik to not like him he had grown accustomed to the blonde haired teen and at the moment with Ryou still nowhere in sight. He wanted that comfort the other teen weirdly enough gave him. "Bye Blondie," he spun around and left without another word.

Malik let out a nervous breath now that he and the other teen weren't breathing the same air. What was up with him anyway sure he had no respect for personal space but he seemed slightly off himself. No, he was just overthinking it. Bakura always acted like that. It was just kind of how he acted, Malik sighed running nervous fingers through his hair before collapsing onto the bed with a goofy smile at how close his crush had been. At the time it was obviously to close but right now that he was safe from Florence's view he was safe to sit around and think of how nice it actually felt to have the other close.

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Thanks For Reading!

So Malik finally admits it! Now… he just has that awkward 'I have a crush on my flirty suspicious friend' problem…

Also… yes Bakura is a weirdo… And Ryou probably too happy with his kidnapper? Hmm, besides the point! And Damn Caterpillar's! So annoying!

Word count~ 7,010

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"Malik's going to school right? I came to walk him."