So let's review, Bakura want to be with Ryou who is torn between his friendship with Yuugi and Bakura. Yuugi is unaware of Yami's desire to be with him and instead is under the false impression that he likes Ryou. Jou knows that he wants Seto but doesn't know that Seto is with Ryuuji who was going with Anzu who is now confused about her love life. Mai doesn't know where she stands and Mariku has yet to pick a love, or maybe even lust, interest! Malik has deduced that Bakura wants Ryou and that Yami wants Yuugi, he also knows that Yuugi is wrong about thinking he liked Ryou.
So what are they going to do, especially when somebody new walks into the picture!
Deceptively soft brown hair protruding forwards into a point; brown eyes scanned the passing crowds as this young man walked in the opposing direction to the vast majority with his hand sin his black jacket pockets. His black pants hugged his legs lightly but mostly hung loose, flowing backwards from the wind pushing against them.
His white shirt was slightly un-tucked and he was blissfully unaware of nearly all surrounding him. But he was so caught up in the random thoughts drifting through his head that he hardly noticed the blonde speeding towards him until they collided with a force that sent them both back-the-ways.
The brown haired man stumbled back a few feet but the blonde bounced off him and fell backwards onto the street. "Yo kid, you okay?" asked the brunette as he stretched his hand out to the blonde before him.
"Yeh," Malik replied as he tried to assess this stranger whose emotion he couldn't read. Purple met brown and Malik froze a minute, there was a connection but he couldn't figure out what it was, "Who are you?"
"My names Honda and you are?" 'Honda' asked Malik had to hold back a snort; this guy's dad had to have been a car enthusiast to have names his son after a brand.
"Malik, Malik Ishtar," Malik replied, eyeing Honda carefully, all to aware of the older man, Malik didn't trust people easily and it had taken his sister, Isis, forever to get him to go to school, he wasn't what you would call social.
"Well, it's nice to meet you Malik," Honda said nodding.
"Yeh, suppose," Malik replied eyes narrowing, he didn't get it, this, Honda, was making him feel strange and almost venerable, that wasn't on for Malik, he either had to be in complete control or he had to be able to interpret people, which he wasn't doing a very good job off.
"Oh come on, don't give me that look, I'm not going to jump on you and bite you, you know!" Honda said jokingly giving Malik a mini-punch, Malik managed to crack a grin. "So, where you heading to?" asked Honda smiling at Malik now that he had managed to get the blonde to lighten up a little bit.
"Well, I wasn't going anywhere as such, but I was getting away from my angry sister," he confided and Honda laughed.
"Family problems eh?" he asked and Malik nodded.
"Yeh, you could say that, so how about you?" Malik asked as he began to walk with Honda.
"I'm looking for someone," Honda said causing Malik to cock his head to the side in question, "an old friend."
"Oh okay, I get it so you from round here or what?" Malik pressed.
"You know I was just about to ask you the same thing," Honda said as he came to a stop just outside a pair of double glazed glass doors forming the entrance to a tall building with several windows up the front, a block of flats.
"Well I live near Hoshi High with my sister; I go to school there," Malik explained, following Honda without realising it, he shivered din voluntarily from his short sleeved shirt and the cold weather.
"Well I live in an apartment here," Honda said pointing at the floor for some obscure reason, "and you look cold, come on, come with me and I'll get you something warm to drink." Malik nodded appreciatively at Honda's hospitality following the taller, older boy up some flights of stars up to a dark brown door with gold numbers hanging near the top, number '69'.
Unlocking the door Honda stepped in and held it open to give Malik save passage into the 1 bedroom apartment
When one came through the door you were met by a beige coloured living room with a tan sofa and matching chair with wooden coffee table in the centre. A television was there also and a small, round toped, three-legged table stood in the corner sporting a blue vase. Small aluminium kitchen with adjoining dining table with four chairs and a small bedroom with a chest of draws, inset wardrobe, fairly large bed and a window with gold trimmed curtains.
"You sit there," Honda said pointing at the sofa, "use the T.V if you want but you can't get channel 2, let me just go get some hot chocolate."
"Okay," Malik said smiling and sitting down, grasping the remote in one hand he switched the T.V on. It was one of those American soap operas, 'Friends' or was it 'Neighbours' personally he thought they were both stupid. A girl with long blonde hair and rather straight face was talking with a rather dopy looking brunette boy. "But why Phoebe?" the guy asked and Malik switched channels, he couldn't stand these annoying characters.
Next came a well muscled cartoon character, anime character to be more precise, with pure black hair and eyes. He was wearing and orange and navy blue suit, with blue wrists bands and black boots that clicked. A white circle was imprinted on the orange of his uniform on the left hand side of his chest with black kanji on it. Suddenly he started yelling something and a blue tinted white beam of light shot out of his hands.
Almost interested but still cold and bored he turned the T.V off just as Honda came back in with two steamy mugs of hot chocolate, his favourite hot drink next to coffee.
"Here you go," Honda said smiling and offering a mug to Malik who took it gratefully, smiling back and blowing gently making the steam role and the surface of the deep brown liquid ripple.
"Thanks," Malik said blowing again before taking a very small sip, drawing away almost instantly because it was so hot it almost burnt his tongue.
"Watch it," Honda warned a little bit too late, he chuckled and Malik mock glared at him.
"Thanks for the tip, not!" Malik grunted still looking put out but Honda just chuckled harder, downing his hot chocolate, Malik glanced at him and then at his own and did the same finding that it had cooled down enough to be able to drink it at high speed and not burn ones tongue.
"So, who are you searching for?" Malik asked placing hi smug on the coffee table next to Honda's.
"Jounouchi, Katsuya," Honda said and Malik did a double-take, had he heard right? His Jounouchi Katsuya?
"Do you mean Shizuka's brother? Blonde hair, brown eyes, tall?" Malik asked.
"Hai, you know him?" Honda asked putting his face right in front of Malik's so that there noses touched.
It was at that moment, when their noses touched and Malik felt Honda's hot breath flow over his lips that a shiver ran up and down his back. He gulped and nodded slightly, giving the indication hat he knew but, like magnets, he and Honda could not, no; would not move apart.
"H-Honda," Malik gasped, but was met with a soothing 'shh' as a pair of lips found his own pushing against him lightly so he sank back into the couch.High
1. I was considering room number 13, but 69 was just so funny at the time! :-)
2. Sorry all Neighbours and Friends fans, I don't mean to dis!
3. Please read and review!!! ^_^