disclaimers: not mine, none of the trademarked things are either.
warnings: boy x boy love
Next chapter: Marik and Ryou see Bakura and Malik. O_O
Chapter 3
"Ryou," Marik's voice floated to me in my half-tranced daze. I blink, willing my eyes to meet his. I dont like this serious tone of his voice. It doesn't suit him. He comes to sit beside me as I finish my meal, shocked at myself for scoffing a plate full of pancakes. He seems uneasy, almost nervous. What have I done this time? And if I know Marik, he's going to cut straight to the chase. "Why did you kiss me?" Ah, leave it to him to not worry about tact.
"Seemed like the appropriate thing to do at the time." I shrug, as if clearing the matter up with that gesture. What else could I say? That I was beginning to feel more for Marik than friendly love? Yeah, right. He'd slap me in the face, tell me that I'm only wanting him as replacement, and then proceed to vacate the premises of my home. I'm not about to risk our friendship.
He makes odd little clicking noises with his tounge against the roof of his mouth as if deciding what to say. He's intelligent but thats outweighed by his intense 'blonde syndrome' as I've come to call his more flightly attributes. I sigh, rising to my feet and placing a hand on his shoulder. He blinks at me. How typical. "Marik, I'm sorry it disturbed you. Are you going to dwell on the kisses or are we going to the movies?"
His body loses the rigid and stiffness. He smiles wearily. "Yes. Thought about what you want to see?" he asks as he steps into the living room. You don't fool me Marik, you'll be thinking about the kisses for the next week. You shouldn't bother, you'll never figure it out and even if you did, you wouldn't approach me. I may be a love sick fool but I'm not stupid nor ignorant.
"-I was thinking about a comedy. We could both use that to cheer us up," he's still rambling. He does that a lot when he's nervous. When I'm nervous, I freeze my emotions and refuse to let others know how unsettled I really am. I think thats why I'm excellent at drama. I smile slightly at Marik. I could honestly love him if I wasn't commited to my soul mate. Example given: Bakura. Of course, we haven't went through the bonding rights but I can feel the pull of our two souls interconnecting when we speak telepathically, which is all too rare these days.
We get into his car, a sleek Audi that reminds me of Marik's personality. I wiggle against the comfortable leather seats, turning the CD player to the Secret Garden song by Gackt. The song's about the last secret space inside yourself, a space for your dreams and hopes. It's beautiful and Gackt's entire albums could be set to the soundtrack of my life, save the track Vanilla which is much too sexually explicit to describe my non-romance life. "Ryou, your starting to scare me with these bouts of depression." Yet again, Marik's frankness astounds me! His violet eyes flash and I can tell he isn't joking this time. "You hardly talk to me anymore and you rarely go out to do anything fun. Tell me why." Oh Marik...if only you understood. "Its too difficult to speak of yet. Give me time and I'll let you know, I promise." And, there you go lieing to your best friend. I smile, trying to summon a reassuring smile. ~ * ~ * We decided on Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. (I know its old but I loved it!) Marik and I agree that Draco Malfoy is one cute English boy. Thats beside the point. The point is, I'm completely serene with just Marik by my side. We hear whispers but we don't let it bother us. We're used to being mistaken as a couple. Wouldnt you if you saw two boys together who stand so close that their bodies touch, their hands sometimes clasp, their faces show concern and love? If you didn't notice that then at least Marik's clothes had to have given him away.
I hear a painfully familiar voice and I start to think I'm imagining it until a yell diminishes that brief flicker of insanity. "MARIK!!!" I turn with Marik to see a livid Malik and a disinterested Bakura. He doesn't even offer a glance in my direction. Malik marches over, snarling in rage at his hikari. He's much too possessive. "What the hell did you think you were doing?! You stupid ass! NEVER sever the connection again when I'm still speaking with you!!"
"I'll do what I damn well please Malik. Fuck you," Marik seethes, risking his psychotic yami's moods swings. I can almost see the fire emitting from their eyes and I know their arguing mentally.
"What brings you here, boy?" Bakura asks, surprising me with his question. He usually avoids me.
"We're seeing a movie, isn't it obvious to you?" I curse myself for saying it sarcastically. Bakura rolls his eyes.
"I think Marik's influence is causing you to grow a backbone."
"At least he's never hit me." There I said it. I grab Marik's arm and leave. I dont care it their not done arguing and I dont care if Bakura's sealing my fate. I'm not strong enough to deal with his shit or Malik's. This is my and Marik's day together and I'll be damned if I let them ruin our day like they ruined us.
~~
My eyes, floating in glass, only ever
Looked at you
As lips, which never showed a semblance of kindness,
Continued to speak of love repetitively
I tore out the plugs running from my body
Stood with my own legs once more
And looked up at the sky
The world that expands inside of dreams is . . . the last secret garden
I'm going to disappear from inside of you, but just don't forget
My name
In this distorted world
The knife that stabbed me in the back gives me wings
And I keep looking at the sky
In order to burn away the memories
Running through my body
I only looked at you . . .
The world that expands inside your arms is . . . the last secret garden
I'm going to disappear from inside of you, but just don't forget
The things that you embraced
Softly close your eyes
If you want to dream
Let the light fade
"But . . . they've already noticed . . . "
You, your waving hand, your everything
The world that expands inside of dreams is . . . the last secret garden
I'm going to disappear from inside of you, but just don't forget
My name
The world that expands inside your arms is . . . the last secret garden
I only looked at you
Only you
````````` I'm sorry I took so long and sorry it's so short but better than nothing, eh? Thanks for reviewing!!! ^___^
warnings: boy x boy love
Next chapter: Marik and Ryou see Bakura and Malik. O_O
Chapter 3
"Ryou," Marik's voice floated to me in my half-tranced daze. I blink, willing my eyes to meet his. I dont like this serious tone of his voice. It doesn't suit him. He comes to sit beside me as I finish my meal, shocked at myself for scoffing a plate full of pancakes. He seems uneasy, almost nervous. What have I done this time? And if I know Marik, he's going to cut straight to the chase. "Why did you kiss me?" Ah, leave it to him to not worry about tact.
"Seemed like the appropriate thing to do at the time." I shrug, as if clearing the matter up with that gesture. What else could I say? That I was beginning to feel more for Marik than friendly love? Yeah, right. He'd slap me in the face, tell me that I'm only wanting him as replacement, and then proceed to vacate the premises of my home. I'm not about to risk our friendship.
He makes odd little clicking noises with his tounge against the roof of his mouth as if deciding what to say. He's intelligent but thats outweighed by his intense 'blonde syndrome' as I've come to call his more flightly attributes. I sigh, rising to my feet and placing a hand on his shoulder. He blinks at me. How typical. "Marik, I'm sorry it disturbed you. Are you going to dwell on the kisses or are we going to the movies?"
His body loses the rigid and stiffness. He smiles wearily. "Yes. Thought about what you want to see?" he asks as he steps into the living room. You don't fool me Marik, you'll be thinking about the kisses for the next week. You shouldn't bother, you'll never figure it out and even if you did, you wouldn't approach me. I may be a love sick fool but I'm not stupid nor ignorant.
"-I was thinking about a comedy. We could both use that to cheer us up," he's still rambling. He does that a lot when he's nervous. When I'm nervous, I freeze my emotions and refuse to let others know how unsettled I really am. I think thats why I'm excellent at drama. I smile slightly at Marik. I could honestly love him if I wasn't commited to my soul mate. Example given: Bakura. Of course, we haven't went through the bonding rights but I can feel the pull of our two souls interconnecting when we speak telepathically, which is all too rare these days.
We get into his car, a sleek Audi that reminds me of Marik's personality. I wiggle against the comfortable leather seats, turning the CD player to the Secret Garden song by Gackt. The song's about the last secret space inside yourself, a space for your dreams and hopes. It's beautiful and Gackt's entire albums could be set to the soundtrack of my life, save the track Vanilla which is much too sexually explicit to describe my non-romance life. "Ryou, your starting to scare me with these bouts of depression." Yet again, Marik's frankness astounds me! His violet eyes flash and I can tell he isn't joking this time. "You hardly talk to me anymore and you rarely go out to do anything fun. Tell me why." Oh Marik...if only you understood. "Its too difficult to speak of yet. Give me time and I'll let you know, I promise." And, there you go lieing to your best friend. I smile, trying to summon a reassuring smile. ~ * ~ * We decided on Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. (I know its old but I loved it!) Marik and I agree that Draco Malfoy is one cute English boy. Thats beside the point. The point is, I'm completely serene with just Marik by my side. We hear whispers but we don't let it bother us. We're used to being mistaken as a couple. Wouldnt you if you saw two boys together who stand so close that their bodies touch, their hands sometimes clasp, their faces show concern and love? If you didn't notice that then at least Marik's clothes had to have given him away.
I hear a painfully familiar voice and I start to think I'm imagining it until a yell diminishes that brief flicker of insanity. "MARIK!!!" I turn with Marik to see a livid Malik and a disinterested Bakura. He doesn't even offer a glance in my direction. Malik marches over, snarling in rage at his hikari. He's much too possessive. "What the hell did you think you were doing?! You stupid ass! NEVER sever the connection again when I'm still speaking with you!!"
"I'll do what I damn well please Malik. Fuck you," Marik seethes, risking his psychotic yami's moods swings. I can almost see the fire emitting from their eyes and I know their arguing mentally.
"What brings you here, boy?" Bakura asks, surprising me with his question. He usually avoids me.
"We're seeing a movie, isn't it obvious to you?" I curse myself for saying it sarcastically. Bakura rolls his eyes.
"I think Marik's influence is causing you to grow a backbone."
"At least he's never hit me." There I said it. I grab Marik's arm and leave. I dont care it their not done arguing and I dont care if Bakura's sealing my fate. I'm not strong enough to deal with his shit or Malik's. This is my and Marik's day together and I'll be damned if I let them ruin our day like they ruined us.
~~
My eyes, floating in glass, only ever
Looked at you
As lips, which never showed a semblance of kindness,
Continued to speak of love repetitively
I tore out the plugs running from my body
Stood with my own legs once more
And looked up at the sky
The world that expands inside of dreams is . . . the last secret garden
I'm going to disappear from inside of you, but just don't forget
My name
In this distorted world
The knife that stabbed me in the back gives me wings
And I keep looking at the sky
In order to burn away the memories
Running through my body
I only looked at you . . .
The world that expands inside your arms is . . . the last secret garden
I'm going to disappear from inside of you, but just don't forget
The things that you embraced
Softly close your eyes
If you want to dream
Let the light fade
"But . . . they've already noticed . . . "
You, your waving hand, your everything
The world that expands inside of dreams is . . . the last secret garden
I'm going to disappear from inside of you, but just don't forget
My name
The world that expands inside your arms is . . . the last secret garden
I only looked at you
Only you
````````` I'm sorry I took so long and sorry it's so short but better than nothing, eh? Thanks for reviewing!!! ^___^