Sorry that this is kind of late, lots of schoolwork I had to do (god dammit). But hey, it's the Easter holidays now, yay! And this is a new chapter, and my birthday is tomorrow! SO MANY GOOD THINGS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW! Anyway I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! and I never, ever will! All rights belong to Mr Kazuki Takahashi

Bakura looked out the window, sighing as he saw the cold rain pelting down on the glass. The Brit frowned and put some documents in a folder, then put them into his satchel and stood up, deciding it was time to leave.

He walked out his office door and to the elevator, pressing the button and waiting for the doors to open. He jumped slightly as a flash filled the room, hearing a large crack of thunder. Bakura just frowned and heard a ding noise, looking toward the elevator to see the elevator doors were opening. The Brit walked in and pressed the bottom floor, leaning against the elevator wall and letting out an exasperated sigh.

It had been a long day; he was still stuck on the poem and hadn't even written down a single word. So the whole day was spent filling in documents for the company and helping the other workers, which he hates with a passion.

As the doors were about to close he heard a yell from down the hall,

"Hold the elevator!"

Bakura quickly stopped the doors with his foot so they would open again. A blonde Egyptian ran in and fell against the wall, panting.

Bakura smirked at him "I thought that sounded like you, why were you running anyway?"

Marik quickly looked up at him and gave a nervous smile "I-it was nothing, just really wanted to get here since the elevator takes ages to come back up" Bakura just raised an eyebrow, not fully believing the story but shrugging it off. The doors closed and Marik straightened his posture "So how was your day? Write any poems?"

Bakura just sighed and crossed his arms "No, actually, and it was horrible"

the blonde also sighed "I don't blame you, it is a Monday. Pegasus made me run around all day since we seem to be behind on the magazine from last week, apparently Yami is really behind on the editing. Since he edits the whole thing we can't publish it."

Bakura just made a tsk sound "God damn Yami, I hate him. He was probably fooling around with Yugi again" Marik's head shot to the Brit, looking at him with wide eyes

"Yugi? What do you mean?"

Bakura just shook his head "They clearly have a thing for each other, walk past Yami's office and you'll always see Yugi sitting on his desk and laughing with him. Oh, and did you know his last name is Mutou?"

The blonde raised an eyebrow at him "Mutou? As in…Mr Mutou? The one that makes coffee?"

Bakura nodded "Yup, that's Yugi's grandpa. Mr Mutou has actually been wanting me to tell him about Yami since Yugi has never introduced them, that old man is crazy I swear" a small smile tugged at the Brit's mouth and Marik giggled

"Well you can't blame him, if Yugi has never introduced them then he probably thinks Yami's a bad gu-AH!"

There was a giant crack of thunder and the elevator lights went out, the whole elevator suddenly came to a violent stop. Marik, being unprepared for it, fell against Bakura who was leaning on the wall. Bakura, being just as surprised as Marik was, lost his footing and fell down to the elevator floor once the blonde fell on him.

Bakura groaned and opened his eyes, which he hadn't realized were closed, then looked around. Marik also groaned and lifted his head, looking straight into the Brit's eyes, being inches away from his face.

That's when the blonde had realized he was sitting in the poets lap, quickly jumping back with a red face "I-I'm so sorry! I j-just tripped!"

Bakura could feel his face heating up and quickly stood up, clearing his throat "I-it's fine, we both weren't expecting it." He looked around the elevator and groaned, walking over to the doors and trying to force them open. Failing, he turned around and threw his hands in the air "Great! Just great! The power's gone out and now we're stuck in an elevator!"

Marik's face reddened further "We're stuck…in here?"

Bakura nodded "Yeah"

"Alone?"

"Yup"

"With no power?"

"Yes we…wait, what are you suggesting?"

Marik quickly stood up and waved his hands around wildly "I-I'm not suggesting anything! Oh Ra why would you think that?! I-I was just wanting to know if we had any way of contacting someone!" Bakura looked at the blonde with a raised eyebrow for a second, until his eyes lit up and he quickly whipped out his phone. Marik almost sighed in relief as the Brit started dialing, glad that he was out of the awkward conversation.

It was silent as Bakura held the phone to his ear, silently waiting. He suddenly growled loudly and threw his phone on the ground, making Marik jump out of his skin. The Brit just sighed and fell against the wall, slowly sliding down it.

Marik looked down at the phone, then back at Bakura "Um…what's wrong?"

Bakura just banged the back of his head against the wall and closed his eyes "No reception, the whole city must have had a blackout. Dammit, this storm must be huge."

The blonde opened his mouth to talk but a loud crack of thunder was heard and he squealed, quickly falling to the floor and digging his face in his hands.

Bakura gave him a questioning look as the blonde started to shake "Marik, are you okay?"

The blonde looked up and gave him a shaky smile "Y-y-yeah I'm f-fine!"

Another crack of thunder was heard and he quickly bought his legs up to his chest and hugged them, resting his head on top of his arms so the sandy blonde hair would fall over his face.

Bakura's eyes widened at the Egyptian "That's why you were running to the elevator, you heard the thunder and got scared" Marik didn't say anything, just whimpered as a distant boom sound was heard. Bakura's eyes softened and he walked over to the boy, sitting down next to him and looking at him with sparkling eyes.

"Marik, look at me" the boy didn't even nudge, just held himself tighter "Marik…please."

The blonde seemed to loosen his grip around his legs and slowly looked up at the poet; Bakura was slightly surprised to see tears at the corners of Marik's eyes but didn't say anything.

"Marik if you lock yourself away from the thunder, you'll just hear it more clearly. Didn't I write a poem about thunder? I remember saying something like thunder will follow you if you hide from it, but if you just slowly walk away, it will leave."

Marik slowly nodded "Y-you did say that, b-but how do I i-ignore it? It's makes a huge sound that no one could ignore!"

Bakura smiled at him and pulled an iPod out of his bag, giving the two head phones to Marik. The blonde looked at him confused and the Brit told him to put them in.

Marik slowly put them in and could hear the song A Thousand Years by Christina Perri, "You like Christina Perri?" he asked. Bakura looked hesitant for a second but nodded, Marik smiled up at him "So do I."

The poet smiled back at him and put an arm around the blonde boy, pulling Marik closer to him. Marik' s eyes widened as he wasn't expecting it, but soon smiled and closed his eyes, letting his head fall on the Brit's shoulder and listen to the calming music.

After a while of silence, Marik took a headphone out from one ear and asked "Bakura is there anything you've ever wanted to do? Like, before you die? Something you've always dreamt of?"

The Brit looked down at him with a confused expression "What do you mean?"

Marik sighed "Well, like I said, something you've always dreamt of. For me it's walking through a forest."

Bakura raised an eyebrow at what he'd heard "Walking through the forest? But, isn't walking among trees in the park like walking through a forest?"

Marik giggled and shook his head "No, silly. Without barriers or buildings or anything like that. Just lush green grass for miles and feeling it tickle under your feet, tall trees making a sort of pathway as you walk through them. Small flowers of different colours in large groups meters away from each other, feeling so soft that you could just lie in them. Since I lived in Egypt, all there was, was sand. When I was little I found a magazine called Nature's Beauty, I would look at it every day and fall in love with the amazing pictures filled with beautiful forests. Then I moved up to New York, and there is grass and tress up here, but it's mostly just buildings. I've just always dreamed of waltzing through a forest, kicking off my shoes and feeling carefree, not a care in the world. Dancing and spinning around as the trees would sway with me…sorry, this probably sounds stupid, doesn't it?"

Bakura was speechless; everything that Marik said had intrigued him and now all he could do was sit there, frozen, wondering how strange yet fascinating this boy seemed to be.

Many other people would have dreams of owning lots of money, making their own company or living in a large house, but no, not Marik. He just wants to dance through a forest without a care in the world, feeling the green grass under his feet. In fact, by the sounds of it, Marik just wants to be free from society, to not be judged every day and work for some stranger.

No, he didn't want that at all, unlike everyone else Bakura had ever met; Marik just wanted the simple things.

The blonde looked up at the Brit after a long silence "Bakura?"

Bakura blinked and looked down at the blonde "Huh? Oh, no! It's not stupid, not stupid at all! It's a wonderful dream, Marik. I actually sort of…envy you"

Marik's eyes widened "Envy me?"

The poet smiled and let his head fall against the wall, closing his eyes "Yeah, I do, because I don't have a dream like that, I don't have one at all. Something that I want to do at least once in my life, a dream that I could make come true, and your dream is just so…simple."

The blonde looked up at him with sparkling eyes, feeling something he had never felt before. He had never felt like this around Duke, but why would he even think that? Bakura was just his friend, at least, that's what he thought. For all he knew Bakura could just think of him as a co-worker

Marik smiled and leaned back against Bakura's shoulder "You're kind of strange Bakura, but I…I feel like I can tell you anything, that you won't laugh at me or judge me. I feel like I can really trust you."

Bakura could feel his heart thud and his eyes shot open "T-trust?" he thought "But that's…that's another emotion of love! What the fuck is going on? First jealousy, then joy, caring, and now trust? But that's four things, and all of these emotions are from Marik."

The elevator lights suddenly came back on and it began to move, Marik smiled and took the headphones out of his ears, giving them to Bakura "Thank you for these Bakura, they really helped!"

Bakura just took them and stood up "Well, the power must be back on, thank god for that" the elevator dinged and the doors opened, revealing the bottom floor.

Marik ran out of the elevator and over to the reception desk, taking his bag and a few folders. Bakura walked over to him to see the blonde quickly packing up

"So you're going home to, huh?"

Marik turned and nodded "Yeah, with this thunderstorm I don't think I could really stay, it would just freeze me to the spot" he laughed nervously and slung his back over his shoulder.

Bakura just nodded and waited for Marik to walk up to him, then walked with him out the door. Once they got out the door the blonde hugged himself and shivered "Damn, I forgot to bring my jacket" he muttered through clenched teeth.

Bakura looked around for a second then said "Stay here" and walked next to the road. Marik watched curiously as he raised his hand so it was in sight of drivers, and his eyes widened as a taxi almost immediately pulled up next to him. The Brit opened the door, said something to the driver, and walked back to Marik.

"Come on" the poet said "you'll get a little wet but you just need to get to that taxi" Marik nodded and ran out to it, putting his bag over his head to try and stay dry.

Once he got to the taxi he jumped in and moved to the other side as Bakura jumped in next to him. The Brit closed the door and sighed, drenched from the rain.

Marik felt a tad guilty but looked up at the taxi driver and said is address, Bakura did the same and they drove off. Marik looked at the Brit and gave him a shy smile "Um, I'm sorry for getting you all wet"

Bakura looked over at him and chuckled "It's fine, I don't really care. I like the rain anyway; the cool drops really wake me up and make me feel more alive" Marik smiled and Bakura smiled back.

The Brits eyes suddenly widened and he started searching through his pockets and bag, Marik gave him a confused look

"What are you doing?"

Bakura growled and dropped his bag next to him "Dammit, I forgot to get my keys, I left them in the draw up in my office!" Marik seemed to think about this for a while, looking down in thought.

Soon he looked up at the Brit and said nervously "You…you can stay in my apartment tonight, if you really want to. I've got a, um, pretty comfy couch." Bakura's eyes widened and he looked over to the blonde, making Marik blush and look down "I-I mean, if you really want to, you don't have to!"

Bakura just smiled at the Egyptians discomfort and sat back "Well, if it's okay with you"

Marik looked back at Bakura and smiled, nodding vigorously.

The Brit turned to the driver and said "Forget about the second stop, we'll only be going to the first one."

Marik tried to hide his huge grin, feeling his heart pounding at the thought of having one of the people he admired the mot staying in his own apartment.

Bakura, on the other hand, was wondering if it was really a good idea

"I hope it doesn't get too awkward" he thought.

By the way, you can hear thunder from an elevator. Once when I was in one, there was a storm and I could hear a really loud boom, it was definitely thunder. But the power didn't go out so lucky me. And I know this is New York and I'm pretty sure the power basically never goes out but I don't care! It's still a city with electricity and it's my story, so blaaaaaaa!

Thanks for reading!