Show Me the Way from Crazy
Ten
Time is Eternity
(a.n. – Wai! I am back. I did come back Saturday . .
. but my computer has hated me ever
since. Every now and then I get kicked offline for no particular reason. It's
really quite annoying, but I should have time to post this. So I'll try.
However . . . I really don't think that I can reply to the reviews. I'll try
when I'm finished typing. But for now . . . the story begins.)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything . . . merely the idea.
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?
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Herm. Maybe
people have been asking me about the quotes. If they can have
them and stuff. I forget who did recently, but it was someone. So to
save everyone the trouble: Go on, take them! They aren't mine. You're only
stealing from me who stole them from other people. Yes. And no thought is an
original thought so they must have
stole it too. So never fear: we're all a bunch of kleptomaniacs! Fun, ne? *Looks at all the scared readers* I'm sorry . . .
*Goes and hides in corner*
"Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love – time is eternity."
Ryou's POV
He said it. He told me that he loved me, and now he was holding me, probably thinking that I was asleep – considering how I had closed my eyes just to take in the sheer bliss of it all.
This must be a dream. I might wake up any minute now to find myself all alone. I don't care though. As long as I can remember this dream – the feel of his lips on mine – I can go on being with him without actually being with him for longer then I could have before.
"Malik?" I mumbled, still nuzzled into his chest.
"Hm?" He asked.
"Am I asleep?"
He stopped, and there was a thoughtful silence. "No . . . why?"
"Just making sure."
"Mm-hmm." He might think I'm insane now – I don't care, I've always thought he was insane – in an affectionate way, of course.
I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He looked tired. I wondered what time it was, and glanced over at the clock to discover that it was well past midnight.
"Tired?" I questioned, not wanting to keep him up.
"A bit," He responded truthfully. "Are you?"
"Hai."
"Wanna go to bed?"
"Hai . . ." I muttered once more, this time more sleepily. I did wish to get some shut-eye, but I didn't want Malik's arms to leave from where they were.
"Okay." He responded, brushing my bangs out of my eyes.
Then, to my surprise, he laid down beside where I usually sleep on the bed.
"Why -?" I started, but got interrupted.
"Coming?" He asked expectantly.
"Oh . . . right – ah . . . pajamas . . ." I muttered incoherently as I grabbed them off of my dresser. Then I hurried off to the bathroom to go change.
I really couldn't care less whether I slept in my pajamas or not. I just needed some time to think. On our first day – not even a complete one – of going out, he wants to share a bed with me? I don't really mind as long as he doesn't, well, do anything, but it is a bit uncomfortable; with me never have dated anyone and all . . .
Sighing, I pulled off my clothes and soon after put on my pajamas. Carefully, I stared at myself in the mirror. What does he see in me? Oh well – as long as I have him – I'm happy.
Then, I quickly brushed my teeth in case well, you know, more of what happened before happens again.
I hurried back into the bedroom, worried that I had spent too much time and that Malik would be bored. I found that while I was changing, he evidently had too.
He was lying on his back, arms stretched out in back of his head. He was wearing a black tank top and red pajama pants that came down . . . quite low on his hips. He was showing a great deal of his tanned midriff, and quite honestly, I didn't mind. Soon, I caught myself staring.
Damn. He looks so hot. Suddenly, I became quite self conscious. I was wearing blue kimono pants, which were quite baggy and incredibly comfortable, and a white T-shit that was a couple sizes too large that I got from some school event or another.
When I started drooling over Malik again, I noticed that he had rolled over on to his side, and had propped his head up with his hand on one side; the other hand placed carelessly on the sheets. His eyes met mine and I suddenly became aware that he had been staring at me.
"You look cute." He said quietly, and I felt the color rise to my cheeks. God, I hate being so pale. He simply smiled at my blush.
What the hell do I say now? "Thanks," or something like, "You do too,"? God, I need a book called "Right Things to Say to Your Boyfriend for Dummies." Maybe when this is all over, and he's dumped me because I was a big loser, I'll be able to write that one. I'll just tell people to do the opposite of what I did, and they'll do fine. Ah, yes – I can see it now: "Dating Follies" by Ryou Bakura. The Tokyo Times bestseller, ne?
"You gonna go to sleep or just stand there all night?" I heard Malik say, and the blush on my face grew redder.
"Ah – right . . ." I said slowly, and climbed into bed. Now what the hell do I do?
Luckily, I didn't have to do much, as Malik snaked his arms around me, and soon his chest was my new pillow. Quite comfortable, really.
Soon after that, I became less and less self conscious, and just enjoyed having Malik so close to me.
Malik's lips were caressing mine once more, and this time the kiss lasted longer then the previous time. When we eventually did pull apart, I knew that he was grinning. It was hard to tell, really – because I had flipped the lights off previous to climbing in bed – but it just seemed like it was a situation in which he would do that. His smile is heaven . . .
And so I entertained thoughts of his cute grin as I drifted off to sleep, probably to have dreams about Malik, too. I hadn't wanted to fall asleep, for this was like a waking dream, but I was fighting a losing battle against the rest of my tired body.
"RYOU BAKURA!" A very loud shout awoke me the next morning, probably breaking all of the fragile things in the house, along with successfully waking me.
I opened one sleepy eye and glaring sun beams greeted me. Reluctant to be blinded, I closed it again.
Why the hell was my dad yelling at me? It was Sunday – I didn't need to go to school. I rolled over and suddenly realized who I was sleeping on.
Shit. The first day my dad gets back, he sees me sleeping in the same bed as Malik. I can only imagine what thoughts are running through his head. At least we're both fully clothed.
I reluctantly opened my eyes, deciding that pretending to be asleep would only get me in more trouble, sat up and sheepishly looked at my dad.
He looked extremely pissed off. "Explain yourself."
"He – well – um . . ." I stuttered, not knowing how to phrase this. I looked down at Malik and wished I could be him – sleeping through the whole thing.
"Is this the "friend" you were talking about, or just some ten cent street corner whore?" My dad said snidely, looking Malik up and down.
I was shocked. Who was he to jump to conclusions? He wasn't even around half of the time. Stupid bastard. The anger was really boiling up inside me.
However, shouting only leads to more trouble for me. So instead of telling him what was on my mind, I stated calmly, "Dad, he doesn't sell himself for money, and yes, this was the friend that I was telling you about."
He looked at me disbelievingly. I don't think he wanted to accept the fact that he had a gay son. "You never said anything about a boy . . . a . . . a – boy . . . friend." Nah – he wasn't liking this at all.
"Well," I started to defend myself, "We only started going out last night . . ."
"AND YOU'RE ALREADY SLEEPING WITH HIM?!" My dad exploded. Wrong move telling him that. Whatever fragile things that had not been broken the first time were certainly smashed now. And still, Malik slept on.
"Well – I – we weren't sleeping together. In the literal sense, I suppose we were, but we didn't do anything last night, if that's what you're worried about."
"And how do I know that?" My father asked faintly, "I always thought you were a good kid, Ryou. Oh God I need a drink." And so he stumbled off to find the kitchen. With luck, he'll find Bakura's liquor stash, get shitfaced, and forget all of this.
When Tou-san was well away from my room, I flopped down on top of Malik, hoping to wake him up by "accident." However, he didn't move at all, and made me wonder whether he was really asleep or not.
Gradually, Malik woke up, and eventually those lavender orbs that I love so much were staring at me.
"Ah – well, good morning Ryou! I'm not much of a morning person – so don't expect too much," He stopped talking to look at the clock, "Ah! Evil! You woke me up before noon! I'm going back to sleep . . ."
"My dad's home." I said bluntly.
Malik blinked, "Okay . . . so I'll just go to my room before he comes up here?"
"He already came in."
"Ohh. Bad reaction?"
"He went to go get a drink."
"Eep. I'm sorry, Ry. I should have slept in my own bed."
"No, no, it's fine . . . I liked having you in my bed." I said shyly, the blush I've grown used to by now was currently covering most of my face.
Malik grinned. "Your bed is comfier than mine, anyway."
I sighed. Normally I would be happy, but Tou-san's reaction was not a good one. "He thinks you're a street corner whore."
Malik laughed at this. "Let him think that, I don't really care all that much. Not the first person who's said that, either . . ." Malik got a sort of pensive, nostalgic look on his face.
"Well, I suppose you being you doesn't help." Bakura muttered as he barged into the room, white hair swishing behind him from his sudden movements.
Malik glared at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh – nothing. And Ryou – your dad's an ass. He's drinking my vodka and probably on his way to the amaretto by now." Bakura said bitterly.
"Your own damn fault that you keep it in such an obvious spot." I shrugged.
"Shut up. And why is he all upset?"
"He walked in on me and Malik sleeping together."
"Oh yay! My little Ryou, having sex on the first night. I'm so proud!" My yami cried has he hugged me. I rolled my eyes.
"Bakura. I didn't mean it like that. We really were just sleeping." I sighed.
His arms detached themselves from around me. "Oh. Well that's no fun."
My yami the idiot. Malik was merely smiling at the whole situation, seemingly finding it entertaining.
"So that's what he's got a stick up his ass about?" Bakura asked bluntly, sounding like he didn't think it was an offensive thing at all.
"Well – if you wish to phrase it like that – yes." I replied.
"What an asshole."
"Bakura! Be nice – he's my dad!"
He rolled his eyes, "Can I kick him out of his own house? Pretty, pretty please!" He attempted to look innocent, but I don't think Bakura can ever look innocent.
"No."
"You're no fun."
"Thanks."
I heard Malik laugh a bit. "I am so glad I decided to stay. This is quality entertainment."
For a moment I was going to roll my eyes once more, but then something Malik said stuck out at me. 'I am so glad I decided to stay.' When was he leaving?
"You were . . . gonna leave?" I eventually interrogated.
Malik's eyes grew a bit wide as he seemed to have realized what he just said.
"I – um – well – only for a little bit . . ." He said slowly.
Bakura snorted. "Only for a little bit? You were all packed up and ready do go. You even had a note written to Ryou and everything!" Malik was glaring daggers at him, while Bakura's slanted brown eyes were shining in the excitement of causing trouble. He really can be annoying . . . but you gotta love him.
I looked over at Malik. "Why did you want to leave?" Maybe I did something wrong that he didn't like. But then . . . why had he asked me out?
He sighed, "Thanks, Bakura."
"Anytime." Bakura replied as he leaned up against the wall that was opposite the windows.
"Well," Malik started, turning to face me. "I was worried that you wouldn't love me. So . . . I was depressed and everything. But, luckily Bakura's a persistent bastard and wouldn't let me leave until I told you how I felt." He smiled a bit, and Bakura was grinning in the background, seemingly happy about being called a "persistent bastard."
I could tell that he was holding a small piece of information back, but I didn't really press on the matter. For the moment, I was ecstatic! He really cared about me that much!
I smiled warmly at him, "Yeah. Bakura can get like that sometimes."
He stood up and enveloped me in a hug. Then, he kissed the top of my head. This is where I want to be. With Malik. Forever. I can deal with Tou-san later. He's probably passed out by now, anyway.
"Love is when you don't want to sleep because reality is better than your dreams."
(a.n. – Heh heh. Okay – random notes: Obviously "The Tokyo Times" isn't a real newspaper, I posered it off of "The New York Times." Yep, that's crappy American thinking for ya, mates. ^_~ Urm . . . and I do put Bakura as the comic relief . . . because I like him like that. Anyone agree with me? Hope so. Just yell at me if you don't – I won't really change anything, but I might have a good laugh. [Most flamers really need to spell check their reviews. And they call *me* a crappy writer.] Urm . . .and we have an appearance from the notorious [but lovable!] Yami Malik next chapter. Yaaaaayyyyy! I'll try to get that up as soon as possible. *Kicks computer* WORK!)