Sitting upon the arm of the sofa perched the blonde yami who had told me to remain quite until he given word that I could speak once more. It had been almost half an hour since we had gotten back to the Ishtar residence and yet we still remained in silence. What could he wish to tell me?
My mind rattled about with riddles of what Marik could possibly want to say but most of the things that came to mind were all negative. Sadly, with the luck I had been experiencing ever since I joined the Egyptian family, it would be of terrible and grave news. What if he wanted to have me leave or something of that nature?
Looking up from my seat in the chair across from my silent friend, I brushed back a few stands of pale silver hair behind one ear as somewhere in the distance, a clock tolled. The noise it produced was the only thing to break the long lived silence…
Dong… Dong… The blonde lifted his head as the final ring faded off into the night. It was near the only motion I had seen him do since he had told me to be silent. Had he not moved, I would have sworn he had fallen asleep during the taboo of talking we had made.
"You can talk now but before you do, I would like you to answer a question for me," he murmured. His dark eyes gleamed in the soft moonlight that spilled out through the open blinds. My stomach tightened with every word to pass his lips, my throat seemed to be doing the same so I nodded to show I was listening. "Ryou, I need to know. What is love?"
My lips parted as the question was now out in the open. He didn't know what love was? If that was the case, then-then there was no way… "Love is a feeling," oh good god; how was I even talking when my heart raced as if I just completed a five mile run with no rest. "That one has for someone or something…"
His shimmering violet eyes narrowed, making the ridge of his nose wrinkle like a kitten who had something on it's face. "What kind of feeling?" he grunted lowly. The Egyptian allowed himself to rest his chin on a set of curled fingers while his legs folded up on the arm rest beneath him.
Why was this suddenly becoming so much more difficult? "It's a… good feeling." Was that all I could truly come up with? Oh how I wish I could have said more but words seemed to fail me and run off like a game of tag. Seems the only ones I could catch were 'It's a good feeling' and even at that I was struggling to find that to say.
"Alright then. Do you love me?" My eyes widened from shock that I actually saw white for half a second. Had he-Had he truly asked me that? "No? I didn't think so. It's not possible for anyone to," he sighed out while uncrossing his legs and then arose out of his seat.
"Wait, you didn't let me answer!" The hammering in my chest was growing harder to where I could feel myself growing faint as I drew another breath. The dark spirit froze in place, craning his head over one shoulder to look in my direction. "I-I… I uh…" This wasn't working! Where did my voice run off to?
I watched as he closed his eyes and started to walk away once more without saying another word. 'You surrender or run away from your problems' the phrase that the fleeting Ishtar before me echoed in the end of my thoughts…
'Tell me… What is it that you see in me? You don't see anything but what everyone else does do you?' The figure before my person was vanishing off into the darkness in a slow pace. Had he just said that right now? No, they were all words he had said in the past. 'What is love?' His voice danced about in my mind like leaves scattered in a windstorm. 'Do you love me?'
Yes, Yes I love you Marik! The beating organ within my chest was going off the walls with it's pounding. My nervousness seemed to send my thoughts into a downward spiral as his last words repeated faintly in the background noise; Do you love me? Such a simple and innocent question…
"Marik, I'm sorry…" Each word quivered under my breath once I had came to the realization that he was no longer there. It seemed that he had been through on waiting for me to gather up the courage to even utter out a simple yes or no. Bugger! Why couldn't I have just said yes? WHY!
"This isn't fair!" Sneered the Egyptian. A heavy thud came from down the hall with a splintering crack that soon crept out from the darkness. "I thought that he was- RA!" The deep snarl he produced was unnatural by the standers of a common frustrated person.
With caution, I made way down the shadow filled corridor, the light was just enough to identify the outline of every object in the varieties of deep navy blue. "Marik, what's wrong?" Asking if he was alright would have been a foolish question for it was clear that he wasn't so. "You can tell me anything," I assured in a tiny voice. If he heard me or not, I wasn't sure…
Silence then took over the facilities until the ghastly sound of wood scraping against wood reverberated down the hall getting ever closer. Along with the sound drew an increasing large object aimed square at me. What was that thing? Bounding off to the right, I had just managed to avoid the item that the other had kicked across the wooden hallway floor and crashed into something further behind me. My body however ran directly up against the hard drywall.
The side of my head throbbed while I leaned up against the wall for support. What did I do? "Marik, what-what's wrong with you?" The lad took a step back as I stumbled forwards, tripping upon my own foot yet somehow managed to keep up against the wall. "Did I do something to offend you?"
Every step I took towards the other, he merely took another back until he finally stood in place with both hands curled up into fists at his sides. The dark spirit wouldn't even look at me. What on earth did I do to make him so ticked with me?
It took a bit of effort but once I was sure that my foothold would allow me to stand, I pushed myself away from the wall in an attempt to reach out for him. "Ryou, leave me alone." His tone was deep with fiery rage that was begging to be released. The faintest hint of sadness was hardly even recognizable…
Though I truly wished to stay and comfort him, the tan fists that shook at his sides from the pent up rage he concealed with great effort was more then enough to tell me that one more step closer could be my death. Backing out the way the flying object went, I was about to turn around and leave but delicate whispers swirled in the night air only to take refuge in my ear.
"If love is a good feeling then… What is this? Why do I hate myself even more? Nah!" A harsh thud rang throughout the house that was then followed by with deadly silence. How long I stood frozen in place didn't matter since all of time seemed to have stopped before two more deep thuds finally filled the air with an inhuman growl.
Hatred dripped and seeped in through every fiber of the atmosphere. Its source was hidden deep in the rich blue shadows of the corridor before me. The negative aura was so thick with hate, anger and burning regret along with each and every revolting feeling anyone could think of; from jealousy to down right envy and lust.
The sensation was to much and yet I couldn't move. "Oh Ryou, are you still there?" Drawing one hand up over my heart in silence. "I bet you still are… Poor Ryou. You should have left when I told you to." How could one's voice drip with blood boiling venom and at the same time sound so-so sincere?
"Ma-Mar-Marik?" I stuttered at a loss of words. Quite frankly, it was a miracle that I even gotten his name correct on my third attempt. My friend and crush started to chuckle like he was having fun, playing a game he knew all to well and was about to win.
"I don't know what love is and I doubt I ever will," he mused. His voice carried down the halls but it appeared to be getting louder like he was coming closer. "Someone as kind as you could never fall for a wretch such as myself anyway, no matter how hard I've prayed."
I shook my head solemnly. "That's not true. In fact, I do love you." there, it was out at long last. My voice had trembled a bit but it was out all the same.
"You act as if you're lying. Now, now little one, you'd know better then to lie to me," the yami hissed out coldly yet a bit amused by the way his words rose up higher like he was about to laugh. Demonic snickering came ever nearer as at last a shadowed figure stood out in the open with a shadow that covered the majority of the Egyptian's face like a sinful colored veil.
Perhaps it was a good time to pull out and hall tail out to the room I was staying in lately… The lad took another step closer, the silver moonlight that poured in softly through the blinds revealed the lower half of the other's face. "I'm not lying. I never would lie to you and I never have but if you want me to go, then fine…"
"By all means, go! Did I not tell you to before?" he sneered while drawling one arm up. The effect sent a chill through my spine to the core of my body. Was he to beat me if I stayed in his presence? "Run Ryou, run before I decide to do something… deadly." He then licked his lips as if the thought was a savory meal placed before him.
I wanted to say something by my breath was caught, dead center in my throat so I turned around at long last and went running through the living room, just avoiding the coffee table only to trip on my own two feet once more. Scrambling up onto both feet, I somehow managed to run in through the kitchen and down the other hall to the room I retired to.
Wrenching the door open, I slipping inside, hitting my hip against the door. Numbing heat inched itself out from where I had accidentally ran into the door after I had sealed it shut and leaned against the door itself. I could hear myself panting from a mixture of sorts; pain, exhaustion, humiliation, and fear.
What had I done to deserve this? Why did he not believe me when I said that I… That I loved him? Better yet, how could he ask me what love was and then turn on me like that? So many questions needed to be answered but I didn't dare to open the door, not until morning when I knew that Malik would be up. Until then, maybe I could just kind of rest my eyes and try to figure things out.
Slipping my arms about my sides, I held myself in hopes of finding so form of comfort. It wasn't nearly as nice as it would have been if someone else were to be the one holding me. That very thought made my eyes fog over with tears as I wished a certain blonde would do that for me but it was quite clear he didn't want to be near me. Sniffling to myself, I closed my eyes and sat in the dark…
Once the freaked out little hikari had ran off for their room, the blonde Egyptian stepped out into the moonlight living room with a triumphed grin. A sun caressed hand ran down through the side of his limp golden hair, removing the little tangles from the soft strands. "That went rather well, don't you think?
Further down in the hall, another voice answered the proposed question. "Oh yes. It's such a lucky break that you look so much like Marik when in the darkness and that fool's personality is so easy to copy since you've shared a body for only so long," the voice finished with a little bout of snickering.
"Yeah, lucky…" Malik rubbed his throat tenderly. The inside felt raw since he had to change his voice to that like his yami. "What did you do with the body?" the little tan light asked as he finally moved his hand away, putting it down to his side.
A sharp canine tooth hang out over the thief's bottom lip. "The body… It's just fine. For now," he finished. A milky white hand reached down and stroked the unconscious lad's forehead that was bleeding off to one side. "He's kind of innocent looking when he's so helpless," the other yami murmured to himself. His hand moved further on up and brushed some of the platinum blonde bangs out of Marik's face.
The Ishtar lad let out a soft sigh before making his way to the others. One of the tomb keeper's eyebrows raised up curiously as he watched the two on the floor with mild interest. "I've done my part and these clothes are killing me." Violet orbs flashed from the pale tomb robber over to their owner's darker self. "I'll get the door and you can set things up as you wish over at your place for part two."
Bakura nodded his head but once before he arose; one of his arms were slipped in under the bleeding demon's armpit, pulling the chap up. With a grunt, he noted for Malik to help him. The two convicts handled Mariku's body like a bag of stolen loot. Arranging it upon Bakura's backside with little care for real treasure had no feelings and as far as they cared, neither did Marik.
Standing in the doorway to the outside world, the pale lad glanced back to his partner in crime with a sinister grin, much like a vampire. "I'll inform you of everything before I do anything, to drastic. Night Malik and take a shower of god's sake. You look like the piece of filth that I'm taking out," he spat before walking out into the night. The sun would be rising all to soon and time was off the essence.
Not intentionally meaning to, Malik pulled his eyes away from the past tomb robber's ass and closed the door. This was proving to be a hellish night and the deeds he had just done was already beginning to cause the little tan hikari much stress. Shouldn't he be happy about this? Yes, it was for the best! Ryou and the whole world would be better off if Marik was out of the way. Right?
The Ishtar lad went about face and out into a bathroom to wash up after he had fixed up and cleaned up the evidence in the hall so no one could put two and two together. Hot sudsy water ran over the golden haired boy's body. Had what he don't been the right thing after all? The majority of him said yes while there was this other side that suddenly regretted the entire thing. Well, it was to late to go back now, wasn't it? Well, wasn't it…
(Well, what do you think of this little twist, eh? TELL ME! Sorry this was late but, was this chapter worth the wait? Tell me please, ja.)