*dies* I got twelve reviews!!!!!!!! Oh my god, I'm so happy.... twelve reviews... in one day.... *dies again* I will now be a good authoress and answer all your wonderful reviews, before being an even better authoress and giving you the next chapter, from Malik's POV.
Eternal-Darkness -Like Bakura/Yami pairing? Um... I personally don't support it, but you're free to support what you will. (as long as it's not Tea/anything but death and pain) I am posting more! Whee!!!
Blue-Kool-Aid -I know! I was personally amazed that I managed this much fluff with Bakura and Malik. And here we have more!!
Cypress -Thankies for your review!! Yeah, I don't really like Avril that much... but, like I said, inspiration must be listened to. So here's what I got, and look! 12 entire reviews!
ShadowPhoenix- Yeah, I know! He is so cute....... *goes off to happy dream land*
Yami -Not into yaoi? But you like this? Oh, I'm so happy!! ^___^
Sailor Batgurl Beyond -Ish. I loves the word ish. It ish so... so... ish. Um... yeah.
Diamond -Wonderfully to-the-point review. And I will most certainly keep writing.
Alina- Thank you so much. And here we have another one!!!
Cat- Well, since you asked so politely, I'm contiuing.
Yami Jess- I actually started before I got the reviews... so it wasn't "now" it was... before now. Of course, I wrote more after all my wonderful reviews, and finished the chapter in record time.
Yay!!! And to all of you again, thank you so much!! I forgot something last chapter didn't I? Yeah, the disclaimer... *glances nervously towards angry lawyers* Right... I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or "I'm With You." I do, however, own the poem "Dream" at the beginning of this chapter. I wrote it. Therefore it is mine. Have fun!!!
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A crystalline statue to be looked at from afar
From the shadows which are my dwelling
I watch you from this place of dark
Trying not to hear what my heart it telling.
All the while I keep on reminding myself
That you will never be mine to hold
Though this is something I've never felt
Feelings are not things to be told
At some point it was simply admiration
But now it is so much more
Still going over the obvious explanation
Leaves me feeling empty and sore
Sometimes I still let myself dream
That you will love me someday
However real this dream may seem
I know inside there is no way
Because I am broken in mind and soul
I'm broken far beyond all repair
It's simply you I wish to hold
Behind this mask I always wear
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A/N: I wrote this about a week or so ago, but it fits so great with this chapter I just had to use it.
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So here I am in my living room, with Bakura sitting on my couch. It's taking about all my willpower not to pounce on him, but I can see he's not feeling well. He looks like he's been crying, and it almost breaks my heart. I wish I could kiss away those tears, yet I know he'd never accept me. I've expressed hatred for him so many times, he probably hates me now. But I've never hated him. He's been my angel for so long....
It's laughable, really, to call the young man sitting next to me an angel. After all the lives he's taken, evil he's caused, all those things, he's anything but an angel. But right now, with his eyes closed and his pure white hair plastered over his face, he almost looks like he could be.
Yes, 've had time to think sode odd thoughts lately, ever since I met Bakura. It hadn't been odd, at the moment, that I was attracted to a man. It was odd that hte feelings were turned toward this particular one, the one who was was supposedly my greatest enemy, apart from Phaoroh.
"Malik?" he said my name softly, putting a hand lightly on my shoulder, "Are you okay?" It just occured to me that I probably looked like a zombie, staring into outer space with my thoughts like that. But why was he asking anyway? Why would it matter to him?
"Yeah, I'm great. You want something to drink?" I was being rude, I realized, just sitting there while there was obviously something wrong with Bakura.
"Oh, right. Um... I'll have a cup of tea," he said, reddening slightly, "I've become addicted to it while I've been living with Ryou." Ryou? Oh, right, his hikari. I wonder if there's anything between them. WIth my luck, there probably is. It would figure that the man I was in love with had someone else.
"Of course," I said, still trying to get the tremor out of my voice, "I'll go get it." I walked into the small kitchen of my apartment, and put some water into the electric teapot. I can't cook for the life of me, but tea I can do. Hopefully.
"You want sugar in it?" I called into the living room, realizing I should have asked a while ago.
"No, I like it bitter," he yelled back with some strain in his voice. Oh, Bakura, what's wrong? You sound so upset, I wish I could do something about it. I wish I knew what to do. But I don't know anything, or even you, for that matter.
The pot was boiling now, and I turned it off. Slowly I poured some water into a cup, trying not to spill any on the hand holding it, but (just my luck) some spilled anyway. "Damn!" I yelled, and stuck my hand under the faucet, turning the water to cold.
"What's wrong? Is everything okay in there?" shouted Bakura, speaking to me with concern, more than I've ever heard from anyone apart from my sister Isis. It's amazing he would worry about be, since he probably hates me. He's probably worried about his tea, yeah, that's got to be it.
"I'm okay, just got a little burn!"
"Do you need any help?" His voice sounded nearer, and when I turned around he was standing in the doorway to the kitchen. He swiftly walked over to me and grabbed my hand, examining it for burns. I stood stock still, being too shocked by the close proximity to do much. I probably resembled a fish by now.
"You're okay. You really should be more careful," he said, "I wouldn't want you to get hurt." What? I think I must have fallen over, because the next thing I remembered was Bakura's arms around me, apparently trying to decide what to do. I was about to push myself up, but it felt so good to be there, and I knew I would probably never get this privilege again.
So I just pretended that I was unconcious, relaxing into his warm embrace. This is all absurd, of course, and I'm probably dreaming. To think Bakura, Bakura that tomb robber, would ever purposefully _hug_ me, is just about the silliest thing in the word. Then again, I had not expected him to come along so easily to my apartment. In fact, I didn't even know why I'd invited him in the first place, or why we were out there at the same time at the dock. But I'd leave that for another time. Now I just wanted to enjoy this rare moment of happiness.
"Malik? Are you awake? Malik?"
Damn. I barely picked up my eyes, looking into his. It struck me again now breath-takingly gorgeous they are, deep pools of chocolate, clouded over at the moment with concern... concern for me... no. Not for me. I don't matter to him, of course, don't deserve his concern. He's a tomb robber. My family guards a tomb. There's no way it could ever work. We're enemies, by nautre, and that's all there is too it. Not that I want this, but I've grudingly come to accept it over time. There is no way we would ever be together, no matter how much I wished for it. I'd be better off if I didn't. The gods hate me, after all.
"I'm okay." And then my stomach gave off a low rumble. When was the last time I ate, anyway? Yesterday, or so. It's not like it matters to anyway. Even my stupid rare hunters don't care. They just follow me for the money. Pity they always fail.
"When did you eat?"
"Um... yesterday, maybe," I replied, pushing him away. He looked back at me, a little hurt, for reason I couldn't discern.
"What?!" he sputtered, "You need to et some food in you. It's a wonder you're still concious. Go sit down somewhere and I'll make you something." Whoa. When did he switch to over protective mother mode?
"But-" I tried to protest, about to say that I was fine and had gone longer without food in the past.
"No "but"s, sit down," he ordered, and led me over to a chair in the kitchen. Then he began looking through my kitchen, trying to find something edible. Or course, there are few edible iterns here, but now that I think of it, I am a little hungry.
"Jeeze, what do you eat?" he muttered, "My Ra, there's nothing!" After looking around for a while, he finally came up with a loaf of bread and some cream cheese I didn't even know I had. He cut into the loaf, slicing off a piece, and spread some cream cheese on it. He pushed it roughly into my hands and said, "Eat," imperiously, and I could do nothing but take a bit, still wondering just why he ws so concerned.
"Thank you," I muttered, swallowing the first bite. Yeah, I realized I was _really_ hungry. Come to think of it, why hadn't I been eating? When did this start, anyway?
"Are you better now?" he asked, still looking a little flustered.
"Yeah, of course. Let's get back to you," he said, "Why were you out there on the dock. It was freezing!" He had worried me so much when I'd seen him out there, shaking violently in the cold. That was probably why I'd asked him to come along in the first place, wanting to find out what was wrong, because something obviously was.
"Well, I... I was taking a walke," he stuttered, looking a little uncomfortable.
"A walk?! You could have caught pneumonia!! What were you thinking?! A walk?!" I think I even surprised myself there. Since when did I go into overprotective mother mode? This is getting really pathetic. Leader of the Rare Hunters, indeed.
"Well, I... I... Why does it matter? It's not like you care!" he spat. I flinched at that. I felt crushed. He really thought I didn't care... why? Yeah, right, I don't think I've ever actually shown any signs of caring before, so why would he know...? I'm confusing myself.
"Of course I care!"
"What...? Y-you do?" he asked, with a look of shock and... relief?
"Yes, of course I do! How could I not care?" I think I'm crying now. I don't care. I look up and see Bakura is crying too. What now?!
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Whee! It's the evil cliffie!! (no, i'm not being evil, i just have no way to continue this in malik's pov) Review and there will be much much more!!!! Bye!!!
-Alona.
Eternal-Darkness -Like Bakura/Yami pairing? Um... I personally don't support it, but you're free to support what you will. (as long as it's not Tea/anything but death and pain) I am posting more! Whee!!!
Blue-Kool-Aid -I know! I was personally amazed that I managed this much fluff with Bakura and Malik. And here we have more!!
Cypress -Thankies for your review!! Yeah, I don't really like Avril that much... but, like I said, inspiration must be listened to. So here's what I got, and look! 12 entire reviews!
ShadowPhoenix- Yeah, I know! He is so cute....... *goes off to happy dream land*
Yami -Not into yaoi? But you like this? Oh, I'm so happy!! ^___^
Sailor Batgurl Beyond -Ish. I loves the word ish. It ish so... so... ish. Um... yeah.
Diamond -Wonderfully to-the-point review. And I will most certainly keep writing.
Alina- Thank you so much. And here we have another one!!!
Cat- Well, since you asked so politely, I'm contiuing.
Yami Jess- I actually started before I got the reviews... so it wasn't "now" it was... before now. Of course, I wrote more after all my wonderful reviews, and finished the chapter in record time.
Yay!!! And to all of you again, thank you so much!! I forgot something last chapter didn't I? Yeah, the disclaimer... *glances nervously towards angry lawyers* Right... I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or "I'm With You." I do, however, own the poem "Dream" at the beginning of this chapter. I wrote it. Therefore it is mine. Have fun!!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A crystalline statue to be looked at from afar
From the shadows which are my dwelling
I watch you from this place of dark
Trying not to hear what my heart it telling.
All the while I keep on reminding myself
That you will never be mine to hold
Though this is something I've never felt
Feelings are not things to be told
At some point it was simply admiration
But now it is so much more
Still going over the obvious explanation
Leaves me feeling empty and sore
Sometimes I still let myself dream
That you will love me someday
However real this dream may seem
I know inside there is no way
Because I am broken in mind and soul
I'm broken far beyond all repair
It's simply you I wish to hold
Behind this mask I always wear
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A/N: I wrote this about a week or so ago, but it fits so great with this chapter I just had to use it.
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So here I am in my living room, with Bakura sitting on my couch. It's taking about all my willpower not to pounce on him, but I can see he's not feeling well. He looks like he's been crying, and it almost breaks my heart. I wish I could kiss away those tears, yet I know he'd never accept me. I've expressed hatred for him so many times, he probably hates me now. But I've never hated him. He's been my angel for so long....
It's laughable, really, to call the young man sitting next to me an angel. After all the lives he's taken, evil he's caused, all those things, he's anything but an angel. But right now, with his eyes closed and his pure white hair plastered over his face, he almost looks like he could be.
Yes, 've had time to think sode odd thoughts lately, ever since I met Bakura. It hadn't been odd, at the moment, that I was attracted to a man. It was odd that hte feelings were turned toward this particular one, the one who was was supposedly my greatest enemy, apart from Phaoroh.
"Malik?" he said my name softly, putting a hand lightly on my shoulder, "Are you okay?" It just occured to me that I probably looked like a zombie, staring into outer space with my thoughts like that. But why was he asking anyway? Why would it matter to him?
"Yeah, I'm great. You want something to drink?" I was being rude, I realized, just sitting there while there was obviously something wrong with Bakura.
"Oh, right. Um... I'll have a cup of tea," he said, reddening slightly, "I've become addicted to it while I've been living with Ryou." Ryou? Oh, right, his hikari. I wonder if there's anything between them. WIth my luck, there probably is. It would figure that the man I was in love with had someone else.
"Of course," I said, still trying to get the tremor out of my voice, "I'll go get it." I walked into the small kitchen of my apartment, and put some water into the electric teapot. I can't cook for the life of me, but tea I can do. Hopefully.
"You want sugar in it?" I called into the living room, realizing I should have asked a while ago.
"No, I like it bitter," he yelled back with some strain in his voice. Oh, Bakura, what's wrong? You sound so upset, I wish I could do something about it. I wish I knew what to do. But I don't know anything, or even you, for that matter.
The pot was boiling now, and I turned it off. Slowly I poured some water into a cup, trying not to spill any on the hand holding it, but (just my luck) some spilled anyway. "Damn!" I yelled, and stuck my hand under the faucet, turning the water to cold.
"What's wrong? Is everything okay in there?" shouted Bakura, speaking to me with concern, more than I've ever heard from anyone apart from my sister Isis. It's amazing he would worry about be, since he probably hates me. He's probably worried about his tea, yeah, that's got to be it.
"I'm okay, just got a little burn!"
"Do you need any help?" His voice sounded nearer, and when I turned around he was standing in the doorway to the kitchen. He swiftly walked over to me and grabbed my hand, examining it for burns. I stood stock still, being too shocked by the close proximity to do much. I probably resembled a fish by now.
"You're okay. You really should be more careful," he said, "I wouldn't want you to get hurt." What? I think I must have fallen over, because the next thing I remembered was Bakura's arms around me, apparently trying to decide what to do. I was about to push myself up, but it felt so good to be there, and I knew I would probably never get this privilege again.
So I just pretended that I was unconcious, relaxing into his warm embrace. This is all absurd, of course, and I'm probably dreaming. To think Bakura, Bakura that tomb robber, would ever purposefully _hug_ me, is just about the silliest thing in the word. Then again, I had not expected him to come along so easily to my apartment. In fact, I didn't even know why I'd invited him in the first place, or why we were out there at the same time at the dock. But I'd leave that for another time. Now I just wanted to enjoy this rare moment of happiness.
"Malik? Are you awake? Malik?"
Damn. I barely picked up my eyes, looking into his. It struck me again now breath-takingly gorgeous they are, deep pools of chocolate, clouded over at the moment with concern... concern for me... no. Not for me. I don't matter to him, of course, don't deserve his concern. He's a tomb robber. My family guards a tomb. There's no way it could ever work. We're enemies, by nautre, and that's all there is too it. Not that I want this, but I've grudingly come to accept it over time. There is no way we would ever be together, no matter how much I wished for it. I'd be better off if I didn't. The gods hate me, after all.
"I'm okay." And then my stomach gave off a low rumble. When was the last time I ate, anyway? Yesterday, or so. It's not like it matters to anyway. Even my stupid rare hunters don't care. They just follow me for the money. Pity they always fail.
"When did you eat?"
"Um... yesterday, maybe," I replied, pushing him away. He looked back at me, a little hurt, for reason I couldn't discern.
"What?!" he sputtered, "You need to et some food in you. It's a wonder you're still concious. Go sit down somewhere and I'll make you something." Whoa. When did he switch to over protective mother mode?
"But-" I tried to protest, about to say that I was fine and had gone longer without food in the past.
"No "but"s, sit down," he ordered, and led me over to a chair in the kitchen. Then he began looking through my kitchen, trying to find something edible. Or course, there are few edible iterns here, but now that I think of it, I am a little hungry.
"Jeeze, what do you eat?" he muttered, "My Ra, there's nothing!" After looking around for a while, he finally came up with a loaf of bread and some cream cheese I didn't even know I had. He cut into the loaf, slicing off a piece, and spread some cream cheese on it. He pushed it roughly into my hands and said, "Eat," imperiously, and I could do nothing but take a bit, still wondering just why he ws so concerned.
"Thank you," I muttered, swallowing the first bite. Yeah, I realized I was _really_ hungry. Come to think of it, why hadn't I been eating? When did this start, anyway?
"Are you better now?" he asked, still looking a little flustered.
"Yeah, of course. Let's get back to you," he said, "Why were you out there on the dock. It was freezing!" He had worried me so much when I'd seen him out there, shaking violently in the cold. That was probably why I'd asked him to come along in the first place, wanting to find out what was wrong, because something obviously was.
"Well, I... I was taking a walke," he stuttered, looking a little uncomfortable.
"A walk?! You could have caught pneumonia!! What were you thinking?! A walk?!" I think I even surprised myself there. Since when did I go into overprotective mother mode? This is getting really pathetic. Leader of the Rare Hunters, indeed.
"Well, I... I... Why does it matter? It's not like you care!" he spat. I flinched at that. I felt crushed. He really thought I didn't care... why? Yeah, right, I don't think I've ever actually shown any signs of caring before, so why would he know...? I'm confusing myself.
"Of course I care!"
"What...? Y-you do?" he asked, with a look of shock and... relief?
"Yes, of course I do! How could I not care?" I think I'm crying now. I don't care. I look up and see Bakura is crying too. What now?!
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Whee! It's the evil cliffie!! (no, i'm not being evil, i just have no way to continue this in malik's pov) Review and there will be much much more!!!! Bye!!!
-Alona.