Show Me the Way from Crazy
Seven
Those Who Cry

(a.n. – OH YAY! I'm back. Sorry it took me a sort-of-while to get this chapter uploaded. It's kind of soon for my slowness – but some authors update very quickly. I don't know how you people do it. All the same, this is the next chapter. It's kind of weird. I don't know what I was on when I wrote it. Kidding, I don't do drugs. So yes – this chapter. Number seven. The furthest I've ever gotten. THANK YOU ALL!)
Disclaimer: I don't own. If you feel the need to sue: go for it, love. Can't guarantee you'll get anything worth having though.
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: Again, as usual.
//Yami no Malik to Malik//
/Malik to Yami no Malik/
\\Yami no Bakura to Ryou\\
\Ryou to Yami no Bakura\
Ignore the weird references to the yamis. I like saying it like that. ^_^;;

Review Replies: (89?! Goddess, I feel so special. ^_^)
Evaru: I would want Ryou around 24/7. Heehee. I have beautifully detailed plans to kidnap him one day. Now – it might just help if he didn't only exist in the pictures on my wall or on the TV. ^_^;;
Assassin of the Shadows: Ehhh . . . some of this is loosely based on my feelings. And Yay! Cookie! *Runs off glomping it* Ta for being added to the list.
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"Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried. For only they can appreciate the importance of the people who have touched their lives."

Malik's POV

            Idiot! "Can you show me around the city?" What kind of lame question is that? Oh well. For some reason . . . when I was actually going to tell Ryou about how I felt, I froze. That's never happened to me before. When did I get so damn shy?

            Oh well. Maybe when he's showing me around I might be able to tell him. I wish that he was mine right now. It takes lots of self-control, something I could use more of, to be able to sit next to him and not want to pounce on him and ravish his mouth with kisses.

            Out of the corner of my eye I saw white hair pass by. My lips formed a smile, because my thoughts were that it was Ryou. But when I turned to face the door, I noticed that it was Bakura who had passed by. Ryou did say that he was acting weird . . .

            "Bakura!" I eventually called out. I heard a grumble from the other side of the wall, and then he backtracked into the living room.

            "What?" He asked in a tone of annoyance.

            "Are you mad at me?"

            He rolled his eyes. "Gods, now you sound like Ryou. I'm not mad at you or him."

            "Well – he just said that you were acting weird . . . so I thought it might have something to do with . . ."

            "I don't have much of a problem with you liking Ryou," He interrupted me, and I cringed. I seriously hope Ryou didn't hear that. "I guess . . . I'm just over protective of him because he's my hikari and all."

            So he thought that being a yami meant being nice to his hikari. Well my yami doesn't think like that; I wish he did though.

            //Wishes get you nowhere and dreaming is for fools.//

            /I'm not in the mood to deal with you./ I mentally sighed.

            //Now, now,// I could just feel his voice dripping with mockery. //You better be nice to me or else I'll kill them both tonight.//

            I sighed. Was I ever really going to get rid of him? I saw Bakura staring at me weirdly.

            "Oh – sorry," I said hurriedly, "I was just zoning out . . . again."

            "Mm-hmm . . ."

            "Well – I guess I'll be going to bed now." I said and then dashed up the stairs. I could still feel Bakura's questioning eyes on me until I was safely in my room,

            Oh, what the hell was I going to do? I flopped down on the bed. I can't tell Ryou how I feel. If for some weird reason he did want to date me, I'd have to save him from myself.

            //You have to save him from yourself anyway . . .//

            Ah. The weekend. Finally here. I have grown to live for these two short days. No school. And this weekend Ryou was supposed to take me out. I grinned at the thought of it almost sounding like a date.

            While I was waiting downstairs for Ryou to come down, I was aimlessly walking about the hallways. His house was quite large. I had reached a part of the house, the back of the house to be more exact, that I wasn't too familiar with.

            I was passing by a room that looked quite untouched, yet had lots of things in it – like someone had once lived there – when I noticed a large floor-to-ceiling mirror. Quietly walking up to it, I pressed my hand against the cool glass.

            I've never seen anything quite like it before. It was beautiful; breathtaking. As soon as I saw my own reflection in it, the image became distorted.

            I saw myself, but differently this time. Ryou was with me, and he was smiling; looking like the happiest person alive. We were sitting on the front hall steps, simply enjoying each other's company.

            I leaned down and placed a quick kiss on Ryou's lips, and he looked even happier than before; I didn't think that was possible. Now I knew this had to be a dream in the waking state.

            But the dream went away and turned into something else. The image of me and Ryou sitting together was changed into a scene of despair. Ryou was backed up against a wall, begging me to do something, but I couldn't hear him.

            I saw the other me, the person who is inside me and taunts me each passing day, advancing on poor Ryou with that evil glint in his eyes. He pulled out a dagger, the one from the Sennen Rod, and brought it up to Ryou's neck.

            I couldn't do anything to stop him as the tears flowed freely down Ryou's flawless face. He had taken over my body, and I was powerless to do anything that would stop him.

            My yami dragged the knife along Ryou's neck; slitting his throat. Ryou fell to the floor, slowly dying with every second that passed. After He made sure that Ryou was dead, he let me back in control of my body.

            My hands . . . they were covered in the blood of my koi. And I was falling, falling . . .

            "Malik? Are you okay?"

            I snapped back into reality. I was on my knees, hand still pressed against the mirror, although the glass no longer felt cool at touch. Again, my own scared looking reflection greeted me, no disturbing images, and I could see Ryou behind me. His concern was evident in his eyes.

            "I-I'm fine. I don't know what happened . . ." I said slowly, standing up and going to Ryou's side.

            When we were back out in the hallway, Ryou spoke quietly, "That room . . . it was my mom's. I haven't really been in there since a long time ago."

            Ryou had told me not too long after I came here that his mother had died when he was younger, along with his sister.

            "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have been in there. I was just waiting for you to come down, and – and I was just wandering around and I saw the mirror and . . ."

            "It's quite all right," Ryou cut off my stuttering excuse, smiling, "You can go in there whenever you want. It's not restricted or anything."

            "O-okay . . ." After that whole thing with the mirror, I'm not sure if I want to go back in there. But that could have easily been my yami's doing.

            "Ready to go?" Ryou asked, and I nodded. Then we headed out the door.

            "What do you want to do now?" Ryou asked me as we were sitting at an outside café.

            We had already gone to the museum, the mall, some historic landmarks, and some other places.

            "You know this place better than I do." I replied, looking around a bit.

            "Okay . . .  how about we go see a movie to rest from all of the walking we've been doing?" Ryou suggested.

            Hmm. Movies. They're dark. And a good place for making out. And if you sit in the back, no one will notice you doing anything. Damn. But if he wants popcorn or something, then it'll spill. Oh fuck, what the hell am I thinking?! I mentally slapped myself. I can't rape Ryou in a movie theatre!

            "Sure." I responded after that insane train of thought.

            We were now maybe half an hour into the movie. It was some action thing; I wasn't really paying attention. How could I when I had the world's cutest bishounen sitting next to me? Hell, the fact that our arms were touching on the armrest was putting me into a state of bliss.

            Ryou had wanted to sit in the middle, because "that's where the best seats are." Yeah. If you want to watch the movie. He had also gotten popcorn and a slushie thing. That ruins my plans. Yeah, I know I said I wouldn't rape Ryou, put I was considering my options.

            His eyes were concentrated on the screen, and his hand went up to his mouth every now and then for popcorn. Also, he had this weird habit of leaning down to sip his drink rather than picking it up. When he drank, he'd bite the straw, then take a drink, and then put his tongue over the top of the straw to stop the flow of the blue liquid. How cute. I wonder what he does with blow jobs . . . right. Stopping the perverted thoughts. Yes, I was watching Ryou instead of the movie.

            I leaned in slowly towards him, and if he noticed me, he didn't make any note of it. I was so close I could smell his hair. It smelt quite nice, like peaches and cream.

            No, I couldn't kiss him now. If I did, I don't know if I could stop myself. So I pulled myself away reluctantly, the sweet smell no longer clouding my senses. Oh, how I wish he was mine . . .

"It's funny how someone lives each and every day of their life, not knowing that their existence is the reason you live."

(a.n. – Wa-hoo. Seven down . . . who the hell knows how many to go. I can promise that it'll be many. Meep. I'm happy I got this done in time so I can still go to class. (Night class. Religion. Heehee – don't worry – it's a cool religion: wicca.) So yes . . . bwah. I don't know when I'll post up the next chapter . . . hopefully soon. Please respond to the poll below! And review! (Well . . . respond IN your review.) ^_^;;)

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