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Watch Me
Marik watched through the window of the small coffee shop. It was a drowsy day and nothing truely exciting had held his attention, previous to his visit to the midtown cafe. There were lots of people there today. It was a great day for business. But of all the people within the building, one had kept his attention.
Marik loved watching him work. In that cute waiter's apron with his silver white hair swishing behind him as he turned, and that smile. Gods did he love that smile! He greeted people with such a warm smile, which no one ever thought he could have.
He walked from table to table delivering and picking up orders, working steadily with no sign of fatigue. Tall and absolutely beautiful. Marik could not help but find him self gazing in that window at the same time everyday.
Many times he wanted to walk in there, but decided against it. He didn't want him to know that he was watching him. One day he would walk in there though, but he wanted the joy of watching mother nature's greatest creation at work, for just a little longer.
Bakura waited patiently for the costumer. Sometimes his job was too much of a hastle. He sometimes went back to the thought that stealing was easier. But his job had its rewarding moments. You'd be surprised the amazing stories and conversations you can get into with people, who you don't even know.
It was a gloomy day, with clouds covering the sky, threatening to open up and pour down rain. Days like these were the busiest. Several people had to be called in to work and the employees were still having a difficult time. But he forced a smile.
Despite the less rewarding moments, he liked his job. He was lucky to get the job. His Hikari, Ryou, had known the manager and helped him get hired. He had made Ryou very happy that day, he wasn't sure why, but it probably had something to do with his leading a more honest life.
"Hey sweety, can you get my a refill on my coffee?" A man asked as he walked by. The man was a regular customer and was full aware that Bakura was a man. It didn't bother the white haired yami, though. He got all sorts of compliments from people, both Male and Female.
"I'll be back in a minute sir." He smiled, walking into the back room. He grabbed for the coffee pot. He looked at it and set it down. He pulled another pot and began to brew a second pot of coffee, knowing he would need it soon. He grabbed the first one and proceeded out.
He thought about the relief he would have when he went home. He'd worked hard and would enjoy snuggling up with his lover on the couch, watching tv, maybe a comedy or romance movie, which ever his lover felt up to. He just had to make it through the next few hours.
Marik smiled as he watched Bakura go back and forth. People had begun to think he was weird, standing outside watching a guy at work, but he didn't care. He and Bakura had met almost a year ago. And for almost a year Marik had failed to show Bakura how he truely felt. He wanted so bad to say those three little words. He just didn't know how to say them. He wasn't exactly one for acting out romance. That was more Bakura's thing.
People thought Bakura was a bad guy. And well, maybe he used to be, but what's past is past right? He still had that 'bad' streak, where he would do something crazy for the hell of it. But he was a little more mellowed out, which Marik found actually very sexy.
He looked in the mirror longingly and on a whim he walked into the cafe.
Bakura ran back and forth growling at the people who waited until he walked away to call for him. But he bit his tongue and continued to smile. He heard the door chime go off and sighed knowing that there would be one more customer to tend to. He didn't bother looking up, he was just too busy. He was greatful though, he would be getting his break soon.
He walked to the counter to give the lady the order and picked up several other orders to take. He swished around walking back in the general direction he had come from.
He tended more tables. He heard the chime for the door go off again. 'Damn it!' He thought. 'There are just too many people here.'
He passed a table with a piece of paper folded. He picked it up. And saw one simple sentence. 'Meet me outside on your break'. The handwritting didn't look familiar. He thought. He questioned whether he should go outside. Why not? He could protect himself if need be.
Marik stood outside the building with his back to the window watching the cars pass. He hoped Bakura had seen his note. He wrote as neatly as he could. He wasn't very good at Japanese, but he'd been practicing. He was anxious. He hadn't planned on saying anything at that point, but he already wrote the note.
The door opened and Marik's head turned. He was irritated yet somewhat relieved when it wasn't Bakura. His heart pounded harder as time went by. He stared out at the traffic, which was backed up.
"Marik?"
He turned his head so quickly he almost passed out. He hadn't even heard the door open. He froze up, not knowing what to say. Well, he knew, he just was unsure of how to say it.
"Did you leave this note?" Bakura asked holding up the peice of paper. Marik gulped and nodded.
Bakura was a little disturbed. Why was Marik, crazy egyptian who wanted world domination, being so meek? He walked closer to Marik.
"I just...I uh..." Marik stuttered.
"What is is?"
"I just...I LOVE YOU!" Marik screamed at the top of his lungs for the whole world to hear. Bakura's eyes widened and he stepped back.
"I'm sorry..." Marik said softly.
"Marik, you should know, that I have a lover. And he's loved me for a long time. And you know something?" Bakura walked up to Marik and put his hand on Marik's face lovingly.
"What?" Marik choked, feeling his heart sink.
"He has this funny little habit, everyday, he stands at this window and guess what he does? You'll never believe it! He watches me."
Marik's eyes widen in realization. Bakura knew! Should have figured as much, but still! He put his hand behind Bakura's head and pulled him into a hard kiss, Marik dominating over Bakura.
The two lip locked boys pulled apart. Marik looked down at Bakura. He saw that smile again. The one that melted his normally cold heart. Even an evil psycho was allowed to be happy.
"Marik, I've waited for you to say that for a long time."
"I know...I just, you know, I'm not good at the whole love thing..."
"I'll be back in a minute Marik." Bakura ran back in side and immerged several minuites later with his coat.
"Together for a year, Marik. That's the best anniversary present you could have given me.I knew you did, I just had to melt you enough to get you to say it. Now what do you say we go home and cuddle on the couch?"
Marik smiled. That had been easier than he thought. He was afraid that maybe Bakura would be frightened off. But Bakura really meant all of those I love you's. He felt that it wouldn't be so hard anymore. One year together...And many more to come.
"Marik! Let's go do something crazy!"
"You're too much of a good boy to do that now!" Marik smirked, knowing Bakura was definately no goody-goody. He just liked ruffling his feathers.
"You watch me Marik! You'll see just how bad I can be!"
"You're right, koibito, I do watch you and I love every minute of it." He smiled following Bakura.
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