Show Me the Way from Crazy
Five
Never an Assurance

(a.n. – Woot woot. Back with the 5th chapter. This is honestly the most successful piece of work that I ever written. Thank you so much for all of the responses. I love all of you reviewers. *Glomp* Yeah – and don't expect any more updates until AFTER the 23rd (of June) because I have finals coming up and I do greatly need to pass them. You all should feel special. I wrote this while I was supposed to be taking science notes. (I'd much rather write this, anyway.) ^_^;; Yeah. So – um . . . I think that's it. ^.^)
Disclaimer: I'm too tired to come up with anything creative today, so: I don't own it. ^_^;; Gomen everyone.
Note: This is completely AU. Nothing in the series has happened in this. Well . . . kinda. Everything up to Battle City has . . . I guess. But besides that – nothing! Heh heh – just to clear up confusion . . . Oh! And another thing, I will be switching the point of view every chapter (don't worry – only between two people) because well, it's better to get everyone's perspective, right? Heh heh – and this is shounen-ai . . . if you have a problem – why the hell are you reading it?
Key: The usual.
//Yami to Hikari//
/Hikari to Yami/

Notice to all reviewers: BWAH! I love you all so, so much. Especially you that reviewed when all of the reviews were getting deleted. I appreciate it lots. Ta. ^.^

"Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they'll love you back. Don't expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their hearts. But if it doesn't, just be glad it grew in yours."

Malik's POV

          Why does everyone care so much? It was only a chemistry lab, and no one got hurt. The kids weren't so mad; they got a day off of school. The teachers were the ones getting all anal about it.

          Currently I was in the office of Domino High School. The "officials" were deciding what to do with me. Personally, I think that they only got their positions because they knew somebody. They really are quite stupid.

          //Want me to get rid of them for you?//

          Crap. He was back when I was in school. This probably wouldn't lead up to a good thing.

          /Go away./

          //Why should I? Don't you want me to get rid of them for you?//

          /Not in the way you plan to do it./

          //Well, fine.//

          And after that he was gone. I don't understand why he left so easily; it usually takes a lot more than that to get rid of him. I'm not sure whether or not I should be relieved about this or scared of what he might do later on.

          "Ishtar-san." The voice of the vice principal brought be back to being in tune with my surroundings.

          "Hai?" I replied idly, wanting to get the hell out of this place.

          "We have decided that since today was only your first day here and you've only been home schooled before, you weren't fully aware of your actions,"

          What the hell is he babbling about? I knew damn well what I was doing.

          He paused, searching me as if by doing so he could tell if I was paying attention. My lavender eyes never left their narrowed state, so I was focusing on one thing; glaring at him.

          He coughed a bit and continued. "In analyzing this information, we have decided not to punish you, but instead to simply watch you. So make sure that you're on your best behavior the next couple of weeks. But I'm sure that you will be anyway."

          Yeah, sure, whatever. In one ear and out the other. Well-behaved people never made history, anyway.

          "You are free to leave." He sighed, probably knowing by now that I didn't care what the hell he said.

          Hm – damn. It would have been funny if I had gotten expelled on my very first day. And I wouldn't have to go to such an Evil place anymore.

          Walking out the door without so much as a 'goodbye,' I made my way back to Ryou's house. When I arrived, his nerves seemed quite frazzled.

          "I'm sorry! I should have told you not to do that or something!" This kid realizes it's not his fault, right?

          "Its fine; not your fault at all." I might as well reassure him anyway.

          "You didn't get in much trouble, did you?" Ryou asked, his eyes still wide with worry.

          "Nah. I'm just going to be "monitored" the next couple of weeks."

          "Oh – well, that's good. Just don't do anything wrong then."

          I pouted. Was I really expected to be a goody-two-shoes? "But that's no fun!"

          Ryou sighed, "You don't want to be expelled, do you?"

          "I wouldn't care. No more crap from that place if I do." I shrugged. Who really wanted to spend six hours a day in a hell hole?

          "Fine. Do whatever you want. But I'll be sad if you leave me all alone in school." Ryou pouted, his eyes downcast.

          He looked extremely cute like that. It's really too bad that I have so much to worry about when I get close to people.

          Fine. I'll try this thing. For him. "Okay – maybe I'll try it for a little while. No promises, though."

          Ryou beamed. He looks cute when he's happy, too. "That's good to hear. Now why don't we go and do homework?"

          Homework?! Damn it all . . .

          It was after dinner and I was lounging around in the living room on the blue plush couch, reading some boring classic book that I was assigned in Literature class.

          Bakura was sitting in the corner in a reclining rocking chair, doing nothing but staring into space, looking quite pensive. Ryou was up in his room, working on some extra credit project; like he needs it. I couldn't be bothered.

          I turned a page, Bakura's head turned up from its downward position and I could feel his eyes boring into the side of my head, even though I hadn't lifted my eyes from the tiny, black text.

          "Yes?" The question was directed towards Bakura.

          "You have a hard time saying no to Ryou." He stated bluntly, and I wondered what the hell brought that up.

          "So?" I questioned defensively, "You do too!"

          "It's an instinct of mine as his yami to take care of him."

          "Well – I'm just being nice to him and everything because he was kind enough to let me stay here." There was no way I was telling him the real reason, even though I wanted to tell someone so badly.

          "Is that all?" Bakura raised a questioning eyebrow.

          "Yep." I stated simply, trying not to seem too suspicious.

          "Mm-hmm . . ." Bakura's voice trailed off, and he got up to exit the room.

          "It's just that . . ." I began, and he stopped at the doorframe, turning around to look at me. "I look at him, and he looks back at me with his beautiful eyes and smile, and it pathetically makes my day." I had to tell someone. Granted, Bakura might kill me because of it, but I couldn't keep it inside for much longer.

          "So you like him?" He asked, and his voice was surprisingly calm.

          "Well, yeah. It's hard not to . . ."

          "So it would seem."

          "But – I can't . . ." My voice grew quiet and soon after was silenced as the sentence diminished.

          "Why not?" Bakura seemed to have heard my unspoken words.

          "Because . . . because he's too pure, and I don't want to be the one to taint him. I'd hurt him too much, and if I hurt him . . . I couldn't live with myself." I confessed and the room was so quiet you could have probably heard a pin drop.

          "If you care that much about him . . . it should be evident that you're meant to be together." Bakura said softly, and I looked at him in shock.

"You ever feel like the world's a giant game of musical chairs and the music has stopped and we're the only ones without chairs?"

(a.n. – Yay. That's all for chapter 5. Expect the chapters to be coming a lot faster when I'm out of school. I plan on having one for you guys the 24th. As a cool 'I'M OUT OF SCHOOL – YAY!' celebration. Heh heh – right. Anyway, that was incredibly fluffy. I didn't even know I could write such stuff. I hope everyone liked this. Please read and review!)