Ryou, Marik soon found out did not like to fly. This fear of heights became apparent when Ryou (after burring his head Marik shoulder for the take off look up and caught a small glimpse of the ground. He promptly passed out. Marik sighed a little and aroused the boy.
"Sorry."
"Why didn't you tell me you didn't like flying?"
"I normally don't inform strange men of my fears."
"What about the men you sleep with?" Marik asked loud enough that several people broke off from their conversations to listen in on the two boys.
Bakura meanwhile was staring at them with a shocked expression. "But... he... we never... married first ... slept with... HIM... so soon!"
Malik shook his head before trying to talk some sense into Bakura. "Hold on a minute, it's not any different than what we did, just calm down a second."
"Ryou isn't a horny slut. I would jump anything that moves. Especially if it looks like you do."
"Excuse me..."
"Shut up so I can hear what their saying."
Malik stalked off obviously hurt and pissed off.
Marik dropped his voice and turned to Ryou after shooting a disapproving glance at everyone listening to them talk. "I do not like dishonesty. This is completely unacceptable."
"I'm sorry I didn't think it was such an issue."
"Of course it is! It involves your health."
"I just keep forgetting that you're not Bakura." Ryou looked up at Marik, who seemed speechless. The blond turned away. Bakura stepped forward to go to Ryou; then stopped. He moved past the two and followed Malik. He found him sitting at the back of the plane where two stewardesses were gossiping.
"Malik I didn't mean..."
"I'm not sure what you meant; I just want to know how you could say that. Could you say that to Ryou?"
"That's not the point here."
"Could you?" Malik asked again looking wide-eyed at Bakura.
"No, I couldn't."
"Then why waste your time with me? I have no interesting in being your bitch Bakura."
"Please let me apologize. I made a mistake. I'm infuriated and confused. This is a little difficult to handle. I don't know if being with you is the right thing to do."
Malik stood up. "Does that matter? Do you think Marik or Ryou asked themselves if they were doing the right thing? No, we are dead. What they do can't affect us and what we do can't affect them."
Marik had turned back to Ryou. "Is that why you're still with me; because I remind you of him?"
"No Marik that's not what I meant."
"Then tell me what you meant Ryou because I'm having a hard time believing I could have possibly loved you."
"I love you." Malik was standing beside Marik. "I loved you so much.
Bakura had edged his way closer to Ryou. "Babe it's okay. If you love him, tell him. If you want to be with him then it's fine. I'll be waiting for you to come back to me, and I hope that one day you will. I love you Ryou."
"Marik, I just don't know what I haven't told you. Bakura knew everything about me, that's the difference six years makes.
Bakura and Malik watched as the other two worked things out. Bakura wrapped his arm around Malik as Ryou rested his head on Marik's shoulder. The two blonds smiled waiting for the flight to end.
