Show Me the Way from Crazy
Six
The Most to Say

(a.n. – WAHOO! I'm out of school. . . for about two months. That's it. I hate it. I hate school. But that's okay! Maybe I'll finish this whole thing in the summer. Who knows, I don't even know where the hell I'm going with it. But thanks to everyone for reviewing. ^_^ It makes me happy. It's also quite hot. -_- *Dies* So for all I know – this chapter is a result of a heat stroke. Don't blame me – blame the heat!)
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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: Herm. In this chapter – it's:
\Ryou to Bakura\
\\Bakura to Ryou\\

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"He who is quietest, often had the most to say."

Ryou's POV

          There. It's almost perfect. Sometimes extra credit can be quite annoying and then you don't even get enough credit for it, but I always do them anyway. I'm not so sure why . . .

          I wonder what Malik's doing . . . last time I checked he was reading on the couch. I still feel guilty about getting him in trouble; I should have said something. I hope he's not mad at me. Lately I've been thinking about him a lot. I'm not so sure why, but I think I've grown quite fond of him. Wonder how he feels . . .

          Maybe I should go down there. It's probably not safe to leave him and Bakura alone for too long. They're so much alike they're bound to fight.

          Putting my 3D periodic table project aside, I exited my room and bounded down the stairs. I noticed that Bakura was walking from the living room.

          "Is Malik still in there?" I asked him, and he nodded silently. I wonder if something's wrong with him. "Everything okay?"

          "Everything's fine. I'm just having trouble dealing with the fact that soon enough, you won't come to me for solutions to your problems."

          What is he talking about? Of course I'll always come to him to talk to. He's my yami; the only one who knows everything about me. I was about to say something, but he was off; meandering towards the basement.

          I hope I didn't insult him or anything . . .

          \Bakura? Are you mad at me?\ I tried the mind link.

          \\No, not mad at all.\\ I heard his response, and then he cut off the link.

          I couldn't really tell is he was telling me the truth or not. Oh well, I'll talk to him in a little while, and he'll tell me eventually.

          So I went into the living room. Malik was just sitting on the couch, staring into space.

          "Malik-kun?" He snapped out of his trance.

          "Oh – hey, Ryou." A slight pink tinge appeared on his cheeks.

          "Do you know what's wrong with Bakura?" I asked, thinking maybe he would know.

          "There's something wrong with Bakura?"

          "Yeah, he was acting weird and now he won't talk to me. Something about how in a little while, he won't be the one I turn to for my problems."

          Malik looked a little shocked, but the emotion was only there for a quick moment and then it was gone. I'm not even sure if it was there, thinking about it.

          "Oh. I don't know what's wrong with him, but I'm sure it'll all come out in the wash." He reassured me, and I hoped that he was right. I hate it when people are upset with me.

          "Mm – I hope so . . ." I mumbled, staring at Malik. He was so perfect in every way. The light from the floor lamp hit his sun-kissed hair in a way that made it shine. His skin was the perfect mocha color, which made his hair stand out all the more. And as if to emphasize his exotic appearance, he had those beautiful lavender eyes that sometimes even changed color with his mood. I've noticed so many things about him . . . I wonder if it's growing into an obsession.

          "Ryou . . .?" Malik asked tentatively, looking at me warily and breaking me away from the sight that I was drinking up.

          "Yes?" I replied, wondering what he wanted.

          "Would you maybe want to – to," He started, seeming quite nervous. It's hard to believe that someone usually so nonchalant could get nervous. "Um – would you maybe want to show me around the city over the weekend?"

          Was that all he wanted to ask me? That's really nothing to be nervous about. I think he already knows that I will. He knows that I do absolutely nothing almost every single day of the week. Still, I might as well answer him.

          "Of course I will. It's kind of a big city though . . . so it might take the two days." I replied, smiling.

          "Oh! If you have anything to do over the weekend, you don't have to . . ." He started, but I cut him off.

          "Nope. I'm free; don't worry about it."

          He looked distraught somehow, that he was somehow angry with himself about something. I wonder if he really wanted to talk about something else with me.

          "So . . ." I said, trying to fill in the crevice of silence that was slowly closing in on us.

          "So." He said with an air of finality, and then the silence came once more.

          But this time it was a comfortable silence. One that if filled with anything else, would not have felt right. Everything just felt . . . right at that moment. I was glad that Malik was here; glad that he was now a part of my life. I never wanted him to leave, although I'm sure he'd have to eventually.

          Right now, the only thing I wanted to do was curl up against him; lean my head up against his chest and listen to his heart beating. I wanted to know that he was for real, and not some walking dream that would fade the minute my alarm clock brought the horrors of the real world back to me.

          I wonder how he tasted. Truthfully, I've never kissed anyone in my life, so I had no idea how anyone tasted. I hadn't even dated anyone. No, I'm too shy for that.

          And yet, I found myself longing for Malik. It was something in between lust and true love. It was too real and deep to be called lust, and yet so unreal and just a tad too shallow to be called true love. After all, I was admiring from afar.

          Is this where I take a rain check from the real world and go completely into this dream world that is entirely Malik-centric? Personally, I would go only willingly. Whether this Dream God accepts me or not is entirely undecided. I doubt he would though.

          "I – um, I'm gonna go finish my project." I mumbled, going to exit the room.

          "Okay. If I don't talk to you before you go to bed – sweet dreams."

          They'll only be about you; of course they'll be sweet. "You too."

          And with that, I hurried up to my room. I looked over at my unfinished project and decided to put it off a night. It could wait.

          I stared at myself in the mirror. No, he would never want me the way I wanted him. Hell, he can get any girl he wanted; so why would he consider me?

          My white hair hung limply around my shoulders. My eyes reminded me so much of small pools of mud. Nope, there was nothing special about me. My personality was even boring. I really did nothing, just sat around and did all of my homework like a good boy. He would probably want someone more exciting in his life.

          Yes, so for now I'll remain in my dream world. Where Malik loves me and holds me whenever I need to be comforted. He kisses away all of my tears and makes my loneliness dissipate. This is my dream world. Please . . . no one wake me up.

"Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale."

(a.n. – Bwah hah hah. And so ends the sixth chapter. Wow – I'm getting far. ^_^ Thanks to the reviewers – I'm only continuing because of you. Blah. It was kind of short though. Hopefully you'll all find kindness in your hearts and forgive me. And just to clear something up, Bakura does NOT like Ryou in that way. He's just over-protective of him because he's his hikari. ^.^ Yes – so please review. All flames will . . . aw, fuck. I hope I get no flames. It's already too hot. *Dies of heat stroke*)