A/n: Thoughts are gonna be written with only one quotation

Chapter 2

"I need ice cream" Bakura started as he rushed into the house. Pulling a Popsicle from the freezer, he glanced to the clock on the wall above the counter. '5:00, good I don't have to meet Malik until 9:00' he thought. "That gives me 4 hours to figure out WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON WITH ME!" Bakura yelled angrily to himself as he flopped to the couch. He sucked quietly on the end of the fruit flavored frozen juice. 'What the heck is so great about him any ways?' he thought. 'I mean sure he has cool hair, I mean who wouldn't think that? And yeah, he does have a real alluring attitude about everything, and sure he's got amazing eyes you could just fall into, an yeah, he's got an amazing body and perfectly toned skin, and…' "OH GOD!! What an I thinking?" Bakura cried, jumping up off the couch. Putting his figures to his temples he muttered repeatedly, "I'm not gay, I'm not gay, I'm not gay, I'm not gay…Oh who am I kidding, I'm gay." he confessed, dropping submissively back on to the couch. Holding his head in his hands, he whispered, "besides, even if I'm gay, that doesn't mean he is. God, I'm such a screw up." A tear rolled silently down his creamy white cheek to plink quietly on the floor.

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"Okay, here's the park," Bakura whispered to himself. "Come on old boy, be strong." Tentatively walking down the gravel path to the center of the park where they agreed to meet, Bakura ran over in his head what he had planned to say. It all seemed so logical in his head, but when it came out…
Suddenly he stepped into the clearing. There he was, sitting on a white park bench; his hands folded in his lap, waiting, for him. All rational thoughts Bakura had planned vanished. Malik wore a plane white silk shirt whose two top buttons were opened to reveal his pristine neck line and caller bone. His gold choker glinted in the weak moonlight. Standing, his baggy, loose pants UN-crumpled from his waist together at his ankles. Bakura's chest seemed to contract. Walking toward him, his hips moving with the easy grace of a cat, Bakura desperately scrambled for something to say. Malik stopped a foot away from him. To Bakura it seemed a mile. "So" Malik questioned, resting a perfect hand on his jutted hip. "Got any ideas?" Bakura was at loss. "Ideas..." he repeated blankly, entranced with Malik's teasing eyes. "About the pharaoh, you ignoramus!" Malik snapped, his voice taking on a harsh tone. That only made Bakura more desperate. "I've been thinking," Malik said, this time with a softer tone. "Maybe if you distract them, I could walk right up to him and…"

"NO!" Bakura yelled, throwing his arms around the blonde Egyptian's neck, pulling him into a protective embrace. His hands sifted into Malik's hair as he whispered; "I don't want to see you get hurt." Frozen for a moment, Malik suddenly pushed away from Bakura, backing away a few feet. "W-What?" he stammered. "Can't you see it?" Bakura said taking Malik's hands. "Don't you know?" "K-know what?" Malik whispered. "That I'm in love with you! I always will be! I realize now I always have been!" Malik stared. Bakura caught his breath. "I love everything about you! You hair! Your eyes! The way you talk! Everything!" tears welled in Bakura's eyes as he pored out everything that he felt for the stunned teen in front of him. "The Gods know I love you more than life! I'd die for you god, I'm so sorry!"
Malik, eyes wide, frozen in shock, blinked. He turned away, and dashed into the woods behind him, away from the teen who'd just lost everything.
Bakura's eyes closed as he sank to his knees. His head lowered to the grass, tears falling, only to slide down the thin stalks. "I'm sorry" he whispered as he held his forehead in his hands, starring down. "I'm so sorry…"

A/n: Kymo: Well? Huh, huh? What do ya think? Kinda angst, but hell, I like it! What cha like? Come on, tell me! If you really liked it tell me and I'll make Dark Witch upload the next chapter!
Dark Witch- *Whispers* good luck trying to make me type MORE!
Kymo - thanks!

Dark witch- grrrrr….