Sicky
By OtakuChild
DISCLAIMER: Malik does not wear midriffs on the show, so obviously I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Chapter two is here! YAY! And there be lots of Malik/Bakura fluff! Come get your fluff! waves lavender clouds
Anyways, yeah, enjoy!


Chapter Two: The Sickness

"Oooarrgh...my throad hurds."
Yugi was lying on the couch, nose stuffy, thorat sore.
"Yes," Yami said into a phone, "Yugi has gotten much worse. I don't know when he'll be back at school...yes...yes, I will do that. Thank you Mrs May." He hung up the phone, finished with talking to Yugi's biology teacher.
"Yugi, I'm calling a doctor. You're getting worse." Yami poured more cough medicine.
"I'b dooooot sick...I feel fiiide...loog ad all da preddy colors..."
Yami let out a sigh, and went to go call the doctor.

Meanwhile...at Malik's pad...

"NO! You come back here!" Bakura was chasing after Malik, white sheet in hand, wearing nothing but pajama bottoms. They were black silk. Malik was laughing maniacally.
"You'll never catch me!!" Malik screeched. He made the Woody-Woodpecker sound(A/N: oO) and ran up the stairs. He was wearing only boxers. The boxers were a red plaid(A/N: Yum...).
"Now I've got you!" Bakura ran up the stairs, laughing evilly. "You can't escape me now!" Bare feet pounded loudly up the stairs.
Malik flew into the laundry room, and shut the door. He crawled into the dryer and shut the door(1). He heard Bakura's steps and cackling. Oh, Kura. You can be surefooted when you want to be. But this, this loud...nonsurefootedness, this will be your downfall, he thought. Bakrua's footsteps echoed by the laundry room door, then they stopped. He heard muffled sounds of the laundry room door being flung open, and louder footsteps.
"Oh, Maaalik? Where aaaaaaare yoooou?" Bakura crooned in a singsong voice. Malik had to bite his hand to contain his giggling.
More footsteps. "Are you in the washing machine?" Malik heard the opening and the thunk of the washing mashine door closing.
"Nope, not in there. I know you're in here somewhere..." Malik knew what was coming next, and braced himself.
"I think that maybe you are hiding...in HERE!" He flung open the door of the dryer. "HA! There you are!"
Malik took the opportunity to leap out of the dryer, slide in between Bakura's legs(1), and shoot out the door. He took off down the hallway.
"HEY!" Bakura took off, and soon caught up with Malik. Malik was about to go down the stairs but was blocked as Bakura managed to wedge his way in and block Malik's path. "There's no escape." It was said in a low growl, one that sent happy shivers down Malik's spine. Malik paused for a second.
"Hey!" he blurted out, pointing. "Is that Ryou? And I think he's stripping!"
"WHAT?" Bakura whirled around, only to find there was no stripping or naked Ryou in the living room. He turned back around, only to find Malik gone.
"You little sneak!" He took off in a random direction, not finding the blonde Egyptian anywhere. He ran into Malik's room, and took a look around.
The walls were white, a contrast to the walls in Bakura's room, which were black. Posters of favorite bands and anime lined the walls, and collages, with pictures of various bands and anime characters. Every so often there was a bumper sticker or patch. The room was immaculate, all the CDs, books, graphic novels, and magazines sorted alphabetically, and the Rolling Stone Magazines were sorted by release date. The bed was perfectly made, with dark green sheets, and a green comforter. There wasn't a speck of dirt anywhere. Bakura headed for the closet, and, once there, flung open the door. At first glance his boyfriend was nowhere to be found. He was about to shut the door when he heard a tiny squeak among the perfeclty folded sheets and cleaning supplies. His gaze went to the left, and he stuck his head in.
And there stood Malik, a mischevious glint in his eyes. An evil grin found it's way to the former tomb robber's face.
"I found you."
Malik started to squirm. Bakura leapt on top of him and he squimed more, and somehow managed to struggle out of Bakura's grasp, and ran off towards the stairs. He was stopped when Bakura tackled him to the floor, and started wrapping the sheet around him. The rolled over and over and struggled, until Bakura wrapped him up so snug he couldn't break free. Once done, Bakura started tickling Malik furiously. Malik started laughing hysterically. And he wiggled and squirmed.
"Nnonono! Stoppit! Stoppit! Bakura! Lemmegolemmegolemmego!" He continued laughing.
"Oh, no, Malik. You know you like it." He continued tickling Malik with renewed force. Malik started howling.
"NONOONONONONONONONONOOOO! That tickles!"
Bakura stopped the tickling and tangled himself in the soft sheet with Malik. They wrestled, until Bakura pinned him to the ground. Malik was reduced to giggles, Bakura was laughing, and both were grinning madly. Bakura tightened his hold on Malik, and planted little kisses all over Malik's cheek. Malik lost himself in the feeling, the thrill of being in love. Bakura moved his kisses from one cheek to the other, and then planted a passionate kiss on Malik's lips. Malik kissed back fiercely, and let Bakura's tounge in. The two played tongue war for a bit, and then Bakura pulled Malik on top so that his head was resting on Bakura's chest. Malik nuzzled in. Bakura stroked Malik's hair.
"I love you," he said.
"Love you too Kura."
They stayed that way until they heard the phone rang. Malik stumbled down the stairs, dragging the sheet with him, and picked up the reciever.
"Wet Jimmy's Gourmet Assmeats!" He said in a funny accent. "'Dis be pickup or 'dis be delivery?"
In the bedroom, Bakura was burying his face in a pillow to muffle his laughing.
"Delivery." Yami's voice was flat and unamused.
"Oh! Hiiiiii Yami-cha-kins!" Malik crooned. "And what may we do to serve the pharoh?"
"Pick up Yugi's homework for him at school, and drop it off at the game shop."
"I don't go to school!" Malik protested. "I do home study! Isis tutors me!"
Yami let out a sigh. "Nevermind."
"Oh, is Yamcha sad?"
"QUIT CALLING ME YAMCHA!"
"But it suits you beautifully," wailed Malik.
"It does not."
"Oh! While I got you on the line, I need to ask you something." Malik grinned madly.
There was a sigh on the other end of the line. "What?"
"You got any lube?"
Click.
Malik hung up the phone, and lazily drifted back up the stairs.
"Well?" Bakura held outstretched arms, and Malik climbed back into his lap.
"He hung up on me."
"Figures." Bakura wrapped up Malik in a warm embrace.
"He wants Kaiba."
"Oh yeah."
They drifted off into a nice little afternoon nap.

> > > >

"Hey! Where's Mr. Sicky?"
Tea entered the Turtle Game Shop with a large paper grocery bag.
"He's in his room, in his bed, WHERE HE BELONGS," Yami answered, directing the last part of the sentence towrads Yugi's room.
"I'b dot SICK!" Yugi yelled.
Silence.
"Is that Tea?"
"It's me!" Tea called.
"Teeeeaaaa, come up the stairs," Yugi wailed.
"I will, just a sec." Tea fumbled through the grocery bag before setting it on the counter.
"What's in the bag?" Yami asked.
"Soup. It needs to be heated up. Oh, and here's Yugi's homework." She took a manilla envelope. Yami took the envelope, and set about heating up the soup.
"Teeeeeaaa!"
"I'm coming!" Tea skipped up the stairs, and into Yugi's room.
Yugi was tucked in up to his chin, and was pale and sweaty. His eyes were closed, and his nose was stuffy and red.
"Hey there," said Tea. She sat down on the bed. Yugi uncovered himself a bit and sat up. Tea took his hand and squeezed it. "Yami tells me you're not feeling well."
"By dose is all stuffy ad by throad hurds ad I'b tired all the tibe," Yugi sniffled.
"Yami says you're being stubborn about it."
"Well yeah, I'b always stubbord aroud hib. Id's a way of life." Yugi grinned.
"It won't last, Yugi, you'll feel better soon." Tea gently held his hand.
"Well, I feel bedder now, 'cuz you're here." Yugi smiled, and sniffled.
Tea's cheeks flushed. Does he really think that? She thought. No, he doesn't like me. Not like that. He's just sick. Tea mentally sighed. Yugi didn't crush on her, or love her, not like that. She was sure of that. It saddened her a bit, because she liked him a lot.
"You're sweet," Tea murmured.
"Really? You thing I'b sweet?" Yugi asked.
"Yeah."
"I thing you're sweet too, Tea."
"Thank you, Yugi."
They looked into each other's eyes.
"SOUP!" Yelled Yami.
Yugi rolled his eyes.
Tea brought him the soup, and they talked while he ate it. She put a cold compress on his head to cool him down, and he finally went back to sleep. Yami informed her that her mother had called, and that she needed to come home for dinner, and that she hoped Yugi was feeling better. Tea stood up, and looked at the sleeping figure.
He's so cute when he sleeps. Kinda like a cute angel.
Without thinking, she placed a chaste kiss on his lips.
"Feel better soon Yugi. I love you."
Then she went home.

YAY! Chapter two is up! Um...lesee...banana hammock! Yeah...anyway, footnotes:
(1)In a lot of the Bakura/Malik fics I've read, Malik is taller than Bakura. I've never looked at them that way. I always thought of Malik as kind of a shortie, and flexible, thus making him able to hide in the dryer, which is something I can't see Bakura doing. I see Bakura as the tall one. I have a couple of pics where the angle makes it look like Bakura has really long legs, and he looks taller than Malik. Soo...that's how I'm going to write them in my fics.

Soo...Bakura/Malik fluffyness! And now the story is actually going somewhere! Lotsa fluff! And the fluff isn't ending anytime soon! Read and review! Ja ne!
-OtakuChild