Title: Poor Malik!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Nothing I say!! Unfortunately =( :runs away sobbing:
WOW! :Grins like a dumbass: Thanks for all the reviews! I really didn't expect to receive as many reviews as I did if any at all!! I mean.7 reviews within one hour of posting a new chapter??? You guys are AWESOME. Hear me?! Ahhh.now I'm afraid to disappoint you all! Er.I guess this story has been a little strange, for me anyways ^^'' The story might actually stray a little from the title or something.man, I'm having trouble thinking about what this story is going to focus on =\ I'll appreciate any suggestions, but if not, then you'll have to deal with my crappy productivity! ^^'' Oh and, I'm going to cut the craziness a bit, but not entirely! =) R/R!
Chapter 3: Emotions
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Malik stared down at the sleeping Ryou in his arms as he approached his own house.
Flashback*
"Ryou? Ryou.onegai, stop crying." Malik pleaded desperately. Ryou brought the back of his hand to his face to wipe his dampened cheeks. His silent tears had turned into choked sobs and now he was calming down a bit.
"Gomen.Malik" Ryou whispered again. "I just wanted to-to." He let out a trembling breath. ".But Bakura's right." He muttered. Malik pulled back, staring in surprise.
"Right about what?" Malik asked. Ryou didn't seem to hear him and pulled his knees closer to his chest. Why.WHY was he so torn up about this? After a few more moments of silence, Malik spoke up again. "Ryou.do you want me to take you home?" Ryou's head snapped up.
"Iie!" He shook his head frantically.
"But Ryou."
"No.please Malik. Bakura's worried sick. I can feel it through the link. He won't be too happy." He turned his head away. "Especially since I was crying." Ryou added silently.
Pity tugged at Malik's heart as he watched the white-haired boy's worn expression turn into fright.
End Flashback*
Shifting Ryou's weight onto one arm, he turned the knob and walked in slowly.
"Malik?" A voice came from the kitchen. Yami Marik walked in, munching on a sandwich.
"Marik? Is that my." Malik's eyes widened. "You Ra-damned yami! That was supposed to be my dinner!" Marik shrugged.
"Found it in the fridge. Not much of a dinner." He smirked and tossed the last bit of sandwich in the air while trying to catch it with his mouth. It plopped onto the floor.
"Nice try." Malik snickered.
"So whatchu got there?" Marik questioned as he picked up the fallen piece and shoved it in his mouth. Malik made a face.
"You know I don't clean floors, Marik. How can you eat off of it?"
"Simple, it's food."
"Pig."
"Baka."
"Urusai." (Shut up)
"So come on, what is that?" Marik peered curiously at the bundle in Malik's arms.
"Nothing." Malik said as he held Ryou protectively.
"Oh come on." Whined Marik.
"No." Malik said firmly and started to trod up the stairs. Marik came up from behind and pulled off the cape that Malik had draped over Ryou. Marik gaped.
"You-you kidnapped Ryou?" Marik began laughing.
"I didn't!" Malik snapped back as he continued up the stairs.
"I'm not surprised." Marik grinned, ignoring Malik's reply. "But I never knew that you had a thing for Ryou. Bakura's going to blow a fuse when he finds out." Malik gently placed Ryou onto his bed and turned to face Marik.
"I don't have a thing for him." He growled. "And I only brought him here because he's afraid to go back home!"
"Sure." Marik rolled his eyes. "I'll be downstairs if you need me." Marik walked out chuckling to himself in amusement as Malik glared into Marik's retreating back. He turned back to Ryou and stared his sleeping form. Malik sat on bed and leaned against the wall.
"Doushite." Ryou whimpered in his sleep. Carefully, Malik pulled Ryou into his arms and watched, as Ryou's troubled expression seemed to relax. Malik brushed his lips gently across his forehead and stroked his soft hair.
"Maybe you don't know it." He said softly. "But I think you're beautiful."
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Yuugi sat in his room, fingering the puzzle, his eyes red from crying. "I guess Yami deserves better than me, better than a coward." He thought to himself. "I couldn't even tell him how I feel." His eyes trailed across the room, spotting his notebook. Yuugi stood up and grabbed it, staring at it for awhile. Then he dropped it as he sunk back into his chair. The notebook fell open to a page where Yuugi had drawn him and Yami together. Yuugi stared angrily at the picture.
"I hate you." He whispered to the notebook. "I hate you." His voice grew louder. "I hate you! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!!!" He leapt from his seat and snatched the notebook, ripping out the pages in fury. As pages flew up in the air and drifted back down, Yuugi stopped and broke down into sobs.
Downstairs, Yami winced as he heard angry thumps coming from upstairs. He walked up the stairs slowly as the noises disappear. Pressing his ear against the door, Yami stood still while listening intently.
".Yuugi?" There was no reply. "Yuugi.onegai.Have I done something wrong? I would never mean to hurt you. You know that." Silence. Sighing, Yami sat by the door, resting his head against the wall. Suddenly, the knob turned and Yami jumped up.
"Yami?" Yuugi looked up.
"Yuugi!" Cried Yami, stricken with grief. Yuugi threw himself into Yami's arms, sobbing uncontrollably into his chest while mumbling incoherent words. "What's wrong hikari." Yami murmured softly. Yuugi slowly calmed down to a whimper and eventually fell asleep.
Yami carried him back into his room and laid him down on the bed, taking care to cover him up properly. As his eyes turned to the room, he could see pieces of ripped paper, strewn over the room. Picking up a piece gingerly from the floor, Yami narrowed his eyes to study it. His eyes opened wide as he saw a hand drawn picture of him and Yuugi. He quickly scanned the other pieces of paper; each seemed to be marked with the name Yami. Not knowing what to do, Yami stuffed the piece of paper in his pocket and backed out of the room.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
"Ryou!" Called Bakura. The silence of the dark greeted him. "Where in the name of Ra is that hikari?!" He was nearly tearing his hair out. A dim light caught his view. "Marik!" He thought. In a few strides Bakura was at the door, pounding with urgency.
"Marik! Marik! Open this Ra-damned door right now!" Finally, the door gave way as Marik opened it.
"What?" He said blandly.
"Ryou!" Bakura gasped. "You have to help me find him!" Marik suddenly remembered. He smirked. Bakura narrowed his eyes. "You know something don't you!" He grabbed Marik by the collar. "Tell me!" He barked.
"Whoa whoa whoa. Calm down there. What is this? 'Snap at Marik' day? Where's the love?" He said sarcastically. Bakura snarled.
"Hey Malik!" Called Marik as Bakura released him. "Huh. That's weird. No reply?" Marik walked up the stairs as Bakura followed. Opening the door to Malik's room, the two yamis gaped at the sight of their hikaris, curled up against one another.
"Ryou!" Bakura cried and ran up to him, dragging him up and embracing him.
"Huh?" Ryou moaned groggily. As his vision focused, he saw his yami hugging him. "Bakura?" Bakura looked down at Ryou as his mouth pulled down into a frown.
"Where did you go? You worried me like that! Didn't I tell you to always stay in touch?! You worthless little hikari!" Ryou covered his eyes.
"Ahhh, stop it Bakura!" Bakura paused.
//Hikari?//
/I know, I know. I'm a useless pathetic wimp who wastes your time, making you worry all the time./
Bakura blinked.
//That's not true hikari.// Bakura said softly.
/It's ok.you don't have to lie./
//No hikari.I never really meant it.it's just that I don't want you to get hurt. You're not worthless.you're my Ryou, no matter what I say.//
/.Do you mean it?/
//Hai.//
Ryou clung onto Bakura in an embrace. Malik slowly stirred from his slumber. Bakura took notice of this and glared.
"No one makes my hikari cry."
"Bakura." Said Ryou. "He didn't." Bakura ignored him and walked out stiffly.
"Let's go Ryou."
"Arigatou." Ryou said softly to Malik before following Bakura out the door.
"So." Said Marik. He smiled. "When's the wedding?" Malik stood up and smoothed down the sheets. He began walking out of his room but paused in front of Marik. "What?" Marik snickered. And he fell back with a yelp as Malik punched him square in the nose. Satisfied, Malik stalked away, leaving Marik to tend to his bleeding nose.
"Why is it always me?" Moaned Marik.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Malik sighed dejectedly as his thoughts turned back to his motorcycle. His hands tightened into a fist.
"The Pharaoh will pay." He thought firmly. "He has caused pain.so much pain.why I oughta-Ow!" He tripped over a tree root. "Stupid Pharaoh." He looked up at the sky and cursed angrily in his native tongue.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
"Bakura.Malik didn't hurt me." Ryou whispered softly to his yami. Bakura sighed.
"I know Ryou. It's just that I get so worried sometimes. And sometimes you're just so.vulnerable." Ryou looked away. He looked ready to cry again.
"I am weak." He whispered. "You admit it." Bakura stared at him.
"No Ryou! It's not like that."
"Stop it. You don't need to explain."
"Ryou." Bakura pleaded. Ryou shook his head.
"Gomen, Bakura."
"For what?"
"For being stuck as your whiny hikari." And with that Ryou walked into his room, closing the door gently behind him.
As he clutched onto the warmth of his blankets, his thoughts drifted towards Malik. "Like Malik would care for someone like me." Ryou said aloud, scoffing to himself. Bakura listened from outside, a faint smile playing on his lips.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Kaiba paced back and forth in front of his desk.
"Nii-sama?" Mokuba poked his head into the room.
"Nani?"
"What's wrong?"
"My blue eyes." Kaiba growled. "They've disappeared." Mokuba's eyes widened. Suddenly a screen pulled down from the ceiling. "Have you found my blue eyes yet?" Kaiba snapped.
"N-no. Not yet. We're scanning the whole area."
"Well look harder! OR I'LL FIRE YOU ALL!" Kaiba raged.
"Y-yes sir." The screen blanked out. Bleep bleep. Went the computer. Kaiba raced over to his desk and stared intently at the screen.
"They've picked up a signal! My blues eyes were fused and played in the last battle. And.they've lost??? WHAT KIND OF AN IDIOT COULD LOSE WITH AN ULTIMATE DRAGON?!"
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
What's Yami going to do NOW? What's Bakura smiling about? What's Malik planning on doing to the Pharaoh? What about poor Ryou and Yuugi? Ahh.it's not just Poor Malik, it's poor everyone!!
Well.that seemed more angsty to me =\ Sorry guys, I'll keep it lighter if you people want next time ^^ Just speak up! And once again, thanks for the great reviews! I really appreciate it!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Nothing I say!! Unfortunately =( :runs away sobbing:
WOW! :Grins like a dumbass: Thanks for all the reviews! I really didn't expect to receive as many reviews as I did if any at all!! I mean.7 reviews within one hour of posting a new chapter??? You guys are AWESOME. Hear me?! Ahhh.now I'm afraid to disappoint you all! Er.I guess this story has been a little strange, for me anyways ^^'' The story might actually stray a little from the title or something.man, I'm having trouble thinking about what this story is going to focus on =\ I'll appreciate any suggestions, but if not, then you'll have to deal with my crappy productivity! ^^'' Oh and, I'm going to cut the craziness a bit, but not entirely! =) R/R!
Chapter 3: Emotions
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Malik stared down at the sleeping Ryou in his arms as he approached his own house.
Flashback*
"Ryou? Ryou.onegai, stop crying." Malik pleaded desperately. Ryou brought the back of his hand to his face to wipe his dampened cheeks. His silent tears had turned into choked sobs and now he was calming down a bit.
"Gomen.Malik" Ryou whispered again. "I just wanted to-to." He let out a trembling breath. ".But Bakura's right." He muttered. Malik pulled back, staring in surprise.
"Right about what?" Malik asked. Ryou didn't seem to hear him and pulled his knees closer to his chest. Why.WHY was he so torn up about this? After a few more moments of silence, Malik spoke up again. "Ryou.do you want me to take you home?" Ryou's head snapped up.
"Iie!" He shook his head frantically.
"But Ryou."
"No.please Malik. Bakura's worried sick. I can feel it through the link. He won't be too happy." He turned his head away. "Especially since I was crying." Ryou added silently.
Pity tugged at Malik's heart as he watched the white-haired boy's worn expression turn into fright.
End Flashback*
Shifting Ryou's weight onto one arm, he turned the knob and walked in slowly.
"Malik?" A voice came from the kitchen. Yami Marik walked in, munching on a sandwich.
"Marik? Is that my." Malik's eyes widened. "You Ra-damned yami! That was supposed to be my dinner!" Marik shrugged.
"Found it in the fridge. Not much of a dinner." He smirked and tossed the last bit of sandwich in the air while trying to catch it with his mouth. It plopped onto the floor.
"Nice try." Malik snickered.
"So whatchu got there?" Marik questioned as he picked up the fallen piece and shoved it in his mouth. Malik made a face.
"You know I don't clean floors, Marik. How can you eat off of it?"
"Simple, it's food."
"Pig."
"Baka."
"Urusai." (Shut up)
"So come on, what is that?" Marik peered curiously at the bundle in Malik's arms.
"Nothing." Malik said as he held Ryou protectively.
"Oh come on." Whined Marik.
"No." Malik said firmly and started to trod up the stairs. Marik came up from behind and pulled off the cape that Malik had draped over Ryou. Marik gaped.
"You-you kidnapped Ryou?" Marik began laughing.
"I didn't!" Malik snapped back as he continued up the stairs.
"I'm not surprised." Marik grinned, ignoring Malik's reply. "But I never knew that you had a thing for Ryou. Bakura's going to blow a fuse when he finds out." Malik gently placed Ryou onto his bed and turned to face Marik.
"I don't have a thing for him." He growled. "And I only brought him here because he's afraid to go back home!"
"Sure." Marik rolled his eyes. "I'll be downstairs if you need me." Marik walked out chuckling to himself in amusement as Malik glared into Marik's retreating back. He turned back to Ryou and stared his sleeping form. Malik sat on bed and leaned against the wall.
"Doushite." Ryou whimpered in his sleep. Carefully, Malik pulled Ryou into his arms and watched, as Ryou's troubled expression seemed to relax. Malik brushed his lips gently across his forehead and stroked his soft hair.
"Maybe you don't know it." He said softly. "But I think you're beautiful."
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Yuugi sat in his room, fingering the puzzle, his eyes red from crying. "I guess Yami deserves better than me, better than a coward." He thought to himself. "I couldn't even tell him how I feel." His eyes trailed across the room, spotting his notebook. Yuugi stood up and grabbed it, staring at it for awhile. Then he dropped it as he sunk back into his chair. The notebook fell open to a page where Yuugi had drawn him and Yami together. Yuugi stared angrily at the picture.
"I hate you." He whispered to the notebook. "I hate you." His voice grew louder. "I hate you! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!!!" He leapt from his seat and snatched the notebook, ripping out the pages in fury. As pages flew up in the air and drifted back down, Yuugi stopped and broke down into sobs.
Downstairs, Yami winced as he heard angry thumps coming from upstairs. He walked up the stairs slowly as the noises disappear. Pressing his ear against the door, Yami stood still while listening intently.
".Yuugi?" There was no reply. "Yuugi.onegai.Have I done something wrong? I would never mean to hurt you. You know that." Silence. Sighing, Yami sat by the door, resting his head against the wall. Suddenly, the knob turned and Yami jumped up.
"Yami?" Yuugi looked up.
"Yuugi!" Cried Yami, stricken with grief. Yuugi threw himself into Yami's arms, sobbing uncontrollably into his chest while mumbling incoherent words. "What's wrong hikari." Yami murmured softly. Yuugi slowly calmed down to a whimper and eventually fell asleep.
Yami carried him back into his room and laid him down on the bed, taking care to cover him up properly. As his eyes turned to the room, he could see pieces of ripped paper, strewn over the room. Picking up a piece gingerly from the floor, Yami narrowed his eyes to study it. His eyes opened wide as he saw a hand drawn picture of him and Yuugi. He quickly scanned the other pieces of paper; each seemed to be marked with the name Yami. Not knowing what to do, Yami stuffed the piece of paper in his pocket and backed out of the room.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
"Ryou!" Called Bakura. The silence of the dark greeted him. "Where in the name of Ra is that hikari?!" He was nearly tearing his hair out. A dim light caught his view. "Marik!" He thought. In a few strides Bakura was at the door, pounding with urgency.
"Marik! Marik! Open this Ra-damned door right now!" Finally, the door gave way as Marik opened it.
"What?" He said blandly.
"Ryou!" Bakura gasped. "You have to help me find him!" Marik suddenly remembered. He smirked. Bakura narrowed his eyes. "You know something don't you!" He grabbed Marik by the collar. "Tell me!" He barked.
"Whoa whoa whoa. Calm down there. What is this? 'Snap at Marik' day? Where's the love?" He said sarcastically. Bakura snarled.
"Hey Malik!" Called Marik as Bakura released him. "Huh. That's weird. No reply?" Marik walked up the stairs as Bakura followed. Opening the door to Malik's room, the two yamis gaped at the sight of their hikaris, curled up against one another.
"Ryou!" Bakura cried and ran up to him, dragging him up and embracing him.
"Huh?" Ryou moaned groggily. As his vision focused, he saw his yami hugging him. "Bakura?" Bakura looked down at Ryou as his mouth pulled down into a frown.
"Where did you go? You worried me like that! Didn't I tell you to always stay in touch?! You worthless little hikari!" Ryou covered his eyes.
"Ahhh, stop it Bakura!" Bakura paused.
//Hikari?//
/I know, I know. I'm a useless pathetic wimp who wastes your time, making you worry all the time./
Bakura blinked.
//That's not true hikari.// Bakura said softly.
/It's ok.you don't have to lie./
//No hikari.I never really meant it.it's just that I don't want you to get hurt. You're not worthless.you're my Ryou, no matter what I say.//
/.Do you mean it?/
//Hai.//
Ryou clung onto Bakura in an embrace. Malik slowly stirred from his slumber. Bakura took notice of this and glared.
"No one makes my hikari cry."
"Bakura." Said Ryou. "He didn't." Bakura ignored him and walked out stiffly.
"Let's go Ryou."
"Arigatou." Ryou said softly to Malik before following Bakura out the door.
"So." Said Marik. He smiled. "When's the wedding?" Malik stood up and smoothed down the sheets. He began walking out of his room but paused in front of Marik. "What?" Marik snickered. And he fell back with a yelp as Malik punched him square in the nose. Satisfied, Malik stalked away, leaving Marik to tend to his bleeding nose.
"Why is it always me?" Moaned Marik.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Malik sighed dejectedly as his thoughts turned back to his motorcycle. His hands tightened into a fist.
"The Pharaoh will pay." He thought firmly. "He has caused pain.so much pain.why I oughta-Ow!" He tripped over a tree root. "Stupid Pharaoh." He looked up at the sky and cursed angrily in his native tongue.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
"Bakura.Malik didn't hurt me." Ryou whispered softly to his yami. Bakura sighed.
"I know Ryou. It's just that I get so worried sometimes. And sometimes you're just so.vulnerable." Ryou looked away. He looked ready to cry again.
"I am weak." He whispered. "You admit it." Bakura stared at him.
"No Ryou! It's not like that."
"Stop it. You don't need to explain."
"Ryou." Bakura pleaded. Ryou shook his head.
"Gomen, Bakura."
"For what?"
"For being stuck as your whiny hikari." And with that Ryou walked into his room, closing the door gently behind him.
As he clutched onto the warmth of his blankets, his thoughts drifted towards Malik. "Like Malik would care for someone like me." Ryou said aloud, scoffing to himself. Bakura listened from outside, a faint smile playing on his lips.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Kaiba paced back and forth in front of his desk.
"Nii-sama?" Mokuba poked his head into the room.
"Nani?"
"What's wrong?"
"My blue eyes." Kaiba growled. "They've disappeared." Mokuba's eyes widened. Suddenly a screen pulled down from the ceiling. "Have you found my blue eyes yet?" Kaiba snapped.
"N-no. Not yet. We're scanning the whole area."
"Well look harder! OR I'LL FIRE YOU ALL!" Kaiba raged.
"Y-yes sir." The screen blanked out. Bleep bleep. Went the computer. Kaiba raced over to his desk and stared intently at the screen.
"They've picked up a signal! My blues eyes were fused and played in the last battle. And.they've lost??? WHAT KIND OF AN IDIOT COULD LOSE WITH AN ULTIMATE DRAGON?!"
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
What's Yami going to do NOW? What's Bakura smiling about? What's Malik planning on doing to the Pharaoh? What about poor Ryou and Yuugi? Ahh.it's not just Poor Malik, it's poor everyone!!
Well.that seemed more angsty to me =\ Sorry guys, I'll keep it lighter if you people want next time ^^ Just speak up! And once again, thanks for the great reviews! I really appreciate it!