Title: I Hate You, Or Do I?

Disclaimer: I own nothing.nothing at all. I'm just a sad little girl who wishes that anime bishies would come to life. Don't sue. Especially mary sue! Haha.that was lame.

I figured I'd repost this story after it was deleted but I don't intending on updating it again because I'm just really too lazy to do so.

Chapter 3

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Malik walked out of the cafeteria with Ryou's books in hand. That crazy boy had left them behind. He scanned the empty hallway. Now where would Ryou go? Malik walked outside to the courtyard and found Ryou sitting on the ground, leaning against the school building with his eyes closed. Nervously, he began towards him, preparing to throw his books at him should escape be necessary.

'That-stupid baka! Was he purposely trying to insult me just because I'm gay? What a close-minded jerk!' Angry thoughts fumed inside of Ryou's mind. 'So what if I'm gay? I can't help it, can I?'

Blissfully ignorant of the thoughts running through the other boy's head, Malik sat down next to Ryou, watching him intently.

"Ryou?"

Ryou's eyes flew open and stared wide-eyed at Malik. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"What do you want?"

"I-I just wanted to apologize for what I said. I didn't understand what you were trying to say until Marik told me." Malik looked down at his shoes uneasily. "Gomenasai."

Ryou almost smiled. He had been expecting a string of insults from Malik, not an apology. Malik groaned inwardly. 'I must sound really stupid.' He thought. Pushing himself off the ground, Ryou stood up; Malik followed.

"It's ok." Ryou began. "I guess I didn't make it clear enough. Just forget about it, ne?" He started to walk back to the school building.

"Matte!" Malik called. Ryou turned around. "Ano, you left your books, so I brought them for you."

"Doumo." Ryou said as he took his books. "You didn't have to, I would have gone back for them anyway."

"Yea well.you seemed pretty mad, so I didn't know if you even wanted to come back at all." Malik rubbed his neck self-consciously. An awkward silence followed the movement. "But just to let you know, I'm not gay." Malik blurted out before a horrible realization hit him. 'Shimatta!' Malik cursed himself. 'I really have to watch what I say!'

Once again, Ryou shot a venomous look at Malik. "Are you saying that there's a chance I would ever like you?" He asked in a deadly calm voice.

"I-ie." Malik said lamely.

"I almost expected this." Ryou muttered, and stalked back into the building.

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Malik laid on his large bed, staring up at the plain ceiling. He realized that he had never really liked anyone ever before. So he couldn't be sure if preferred male or female. He HAD noticed that Ryou was attractive in a way. But in WHAT way? What was so alluring about this baka? Maybe it was the way those silver locks felt. Well, he never actually felt them, but he had imagined that they would feel soft and silky, running through his fingers. He thought about Ryou's pale, porcelain skin, how could he be so light? They would be smooth and pearly with a yielding feel to them, Malik decided. Ryou also had smooth chocolate colored eyes that smiled at everyone-except Malik. His eyes seemed to freeze every time his gaze fell on Malik.

Malik scowled. Here he was, having some strange fantasy about a guy he didn't even like. As he summed his thoughts up, Ryou was much like a girl. Did this mean that Malik liked girls? No, it couldn't be. He knew perfectly well that Ryou WASN'T a girl. So was he attracted to guys then? Malik shook his head and walked out of his bedroom as he heard a knock on his door.

Rishid appeared at the door. "Little master, it's time for dinner." Groaning, Malik closed the door behind him and went down to the dining room. Ryou was already there, sitting a bit uncomfortably at the oversized, lengthy dinner table. Malik always found this time of the day amusing.

He noticed that Ryou had no idea what most of the food was, didn't even know which utensils to use; yet he still did the best he could, finishing his entire supper. Which was a lot to go through really. Malik didn't even know why so much food was served. Sometimes Malik would notice that Ryou had something to ask Ishizu, but hesitated to. The reason being that Ryou was at one end of the table, while Ishizu was at the other end, creating approximately a 50-foot gap in between. One could understand why he wouldn't try to yell or walk all the way to the other side.

"You sister said she wouldn't be able to make it to dinner. She apologizes." A servant to Malik's right informed him. Malik decided to take Ishizu's seat, directly across from Ryou. Usually, he sat as far away from Ryou as possible. But then again, he didn't want to sit right next to his crazy elder sister either.

Malik looked at Ryou as the first course was served. Malik laughed silently to himself as his favorite meal was revealed. Ryou would never know what this is. Malik grinned slyly. This ought to be interesting.

Ryou simply stared down at the bizarre meal consisting of rice, pasta and brown lentils topped with fried onions and tomato sauce. He picked up a random fork-the wrong, Malik noticed, and dug it warily into the pile. He brought the fork up to his mouth and chewed slowly. Suddenly, Ryou yelped and jumped out of his seat, acting as if he was choking. Malik sprinted all the way to the other side of the dining room, right beside Ryou, patting his back.

"Ryou? Ryou? Daijoubu ka?" He asked worriedly. Ryou grabbed the glass of water that sat before him and gulped it down. Panting slightly, Ryou finally put down the glass and smiled at Malik.

"It was too hot." He stated with the air of someone commenting on the weather. Malik stood frozen, ready to smack himself for his sudden display of concern. He laughed nervously.

"Of-of course! That's why you wait for your food to cool down, you know." Feeling pathetic, Malik went back to his side of the table. He rested his head in his hand, elbow on the table and swirled his fork around in the meal. He glanced up to see Ryou digging his fork into the dish a second time. Interested, Malik watched. Once again, Ryou brought another forkful of food to his mouth, this time a bit more confidently. He chewed and swallowed. Another forkful. Chew and swallow. Again and again.

He could tell by the delighted expression on Ryou's face that he liked the meal. 'He looks cute when he smiles. Where did that thought come from?'

"Ano.Malik?" Ryou yelled out across the room.

"Hai?" Malik yelled back.

"What is this?" Ryou asked.

"Koshari."

"Nani?"

"Koshari."

"What? Codfish?"

Malik sighed and walked all way to the other side.

"Koshari." He repeated.

"Koshari?" Ryou asked, questionably.

"Koshari." Malik confirmed.

"Never heard of it."

"It's Egyptian. Nee-chan has the cook make it occasionally. It's called an Egyptian masterpiece. My favorite!" Malik ended with a dreamy look on his face. Ryou stared at Malik with sparkling eyes.

"It's really good." Ryou commented brightly.

"I'm sure you've never had food as rich as this before, being poor and all." Malik said while still thinking about his precious koshari. Suddenly he snapped out of his trance and realized what he had just said. He quickly covered his mouth with his hands. 'What's with me and these random insults?!' He cried in his mind.

Ryou's mouth drew down in a frown. "Compared to YOU, I might seem poor, but I actually lived very comfortably, thank you very much. I APOLOGIZE for not having money spilling out of my pockets. I'm SORRY for not being some inconsiderate, spoiled bastard!"

Malik cut him off. "I'm NOT some inconsiderate spoiled bastard! What about you huh? You look like some hobo who lived in a dump!"

"You're just jealous because I stole half of your fan girls." Ryou sniffed.

"I could care less!"

"Whatever." Ryou walked out of the room.

"By the way," Malik called after him. "You were using the wrong fork!"

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Ryou sat at his desk, doing literature homework. However, all Ryou could see was red instead of letters and words.

"Malik, ki-sama!" Ryou went into a fit of rage. 'Chikushou.I can't stand that ahou!' He stood up abruptly and stormed out of his room, deciding that he needed some fresh air.

As he stepped out into the back of the mansion, he glanced up at the dark sky. There were no traces of light to be seen. A large water fountain stood in the center, bubbling happily, surrounded by dim lights. Ryou sighed and proceeded to sit down at the edge of it until he noticed another figure on the ground, leaning against the fountain.

"O-omae wa?" Ryou stuttered. Had some thief managed to sneak in through the endless rows of guards and pointed metal fences? The person whipped around his head in complete surprise.

"Ryou?"

Ryou relaxed at the familiar voice, realizing that it was Bakura. Ryou sat down next to him and peered up at him curiously.

"What are doing here? How did you get in?"

Bakura grinned slyly. "I always come here when I'm bored. Malik doesn't mind. All I have to do is pick a few locks." Bakura shrugged. Ryou widened his eyes.

"But what about the guards?"

Bakura let out a laugh. "They're pathetic. But then again, you can't expect any less from the number one player of Tomb Raider!" He winked. "What about you? Shouldn't you be studying or something?"

Ryou shook his head. "I just wanted some air." Bakura nodded. The two sat in silence for a while.

"Malik, huh?" Bakura suddenly said.

"What?" Ryou looked up.

Bakura cocked an eyebrow. "Don't play dumb. He pissed you off again didn't he?"

Ryou sighed. "How did you guess?"

He smiled. "Because I know Malik."

"Why is he such a frustrating person?" Ryou asked miserably while staring down at his bare feet. "I thought he would actually be someone nice."

"He IS nice." Bakura insisted. "But everyone else annoys the heck out of him. They only like him because he's rich and down right sexy." He smirked and looked at Ryou.

"Don't you think so?"

Ryou's cheeks reddened as he struggled to answer. "A-ano." Bakura couldn't help but laugh.

"Even if you hate him, it's inevitable, ne?"

Ryou shook his head furiously. "I don't hate him.sometimes he's actually ok. Until he opens that big mouth of his and adds something." He sighed. "But I still don't think he likes me a lot."

Bakura rolled his eyes. "Oh come on. Just because he calls you poor and all? Look at Marik and me; we're not the richest people around are we? And you've even got your own little fan club, being the prettiest thing around." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pin, handing it to Ryou. Ryou's face turned into an expression of disgust as he looked down at the button that somehow had a picture of him on it, looking confused. He had remembered the day when a random girl had suddenly flashed a camera in his face and took off. And below the picture were the words, "Ryou is MINE!"

"That's sick." Ryou remarked as he handed it back to Bakura.

"Malik isn't spoiled either. Have you ever wondered why he's always in his room?"

Ryou thought about it. "No.now that I think about it, he IS always in his room."

"You should take a peek sometime." Bakura grinned deviously.

Ryou raised an eyebrow.

"Don't worry." Bakura smirked as he realized what Ryou was thinking. "It's not like he has PORN or anything in there. I wouldn't try to taint your innocent mind." He teased. "Well, I think I feel like going home now. You should go back too." Bakura picked himself up from the ground as Ryou followed.

"Oyasumi. Thanks.for the talk." Ryou's voice trailed off. Bakura shrugged.

"No problem. Night." Bakura disappeared into the dark and his soft footsteps slowly faded.

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Ryou was about to enter his room when he suddenly remembered what Bakura had said. Curious, Ryou's hand found it self placed on the knob of Malik's door, slowly turning. Surprised to find the door unlocked, Ryou opened it silently a crack and his eyes grew wide.

"1872, 1872, 1872, 1872!" Malik repeated to himself as he frantically ran a washcloth over the tiles of his bedroom floor, over and over again. "Stupid dust!" Malik cursed. "James Watt, Elias Howe, Nikola Tesla!" Malik cried to himself, miraculously cleaning and studying at the same time. Ryou looked down at the marble tiled floor. It was clean, TOO clean. The glare probably could have blinded someone. Ryou couldn't help but allow a giggle to escape at the comical sight of Malik on his knees, diverting his attention simultaneously, from the floor to the text, and from the text, to the floor. Oops. Too loud.

Malik's head snapped up. "R-ryou?"

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Just to inform you guys again.I most likely won't be finishing this story.sorry guys, I'm too lazy to be a fanfic writer. Maybe some other day. -_-