Thanks to those who reviewed! I luv you guys! As to WHAT happened during
the night, well, I'll let all your imaginations wander. In this chapter
Bakura does a lot of limping around so that has to give it away O.o Sorry!
Don't hate me! It shall all be revealed eventually. (It's not anything
stupid like, they fell off the bed?) have I confused you? I know of some
people who add dumb twists like that. This story has a nice, if not
adorable "twist."(I wouldn't actually call it a twist, just, um, the
'answer' maybe?) Ok, now I've confused myself. Just read! (
Well here's the next chapter, enjoy!
Chapter 2
Marik grabbed one of the sheets and stood up wrapping it around him. "Who's in whose house here?!"
"Don't even blame this on me!" Bakura yelled, almost mirroring his actions.
"Well, somehow YOU got into MY room."
"You think this is MY fault?!"
"I never said that-"
"You didn't have to. It could've been YOUR fault ya know!"
"Mine?! Right, like I could manipulate you."
"You might've used your Rod on me."
Marik laughed, "It does seem that way doesn't it?"
Bakura blushed for probably the shortest second ever then grimaced. "Marik, this is NO time to be joking around! We HAVE to find out what is going on here! I can't believe this has happened again!"
"How do you even know that anything 'happened'?"
Bakura narrowed his gaze for a moment. "I just know."
"Well, um, your clothes are somewhere around the house I guess. Feel free to pick them up," Marik said smiling. He found this situation amusing and he wasn't really sure why.
This wasn't the first time this had happened. The last time, roughly around two months ago, Bakura woke up and had almost killed him. There were no clues anywhere. They just woke up in the same bed- naked. ((AN: .lol))
Marik walked around his room grabbing some pants and a shirt and headed to the bathroom to change. He was feeling strangely giddy which was not his style. He wanted to believe that nothing had happened but, well, it didn't really look that way. Once he was dressed, he left the bathroom to find Bakura still sitting on the bed, only this time he was fully clothed.
"You know Marik, I've been thinking. I really do want to get to the bottom of this, and soon. Maybe it'd be best if you stayed at my house for a while, or at least until we solve this problem."
"S-Stay with y-you?" Just great, he stuttered. He had to be joking.
"Yes, but if you don't want to it's fine." Bakura straightened up and looked away, "It's not like I want you to stay with me or anything! Don't go getting the wrong idea."
Marik sighed, "of course not. Alright then, I'll stay with you." Maybe he was dreaming. If so, he didn't want to wake up.
Bakura was surprised and relieved when agreed to stay with him. 'I'm relieved? No that can't be right! Only reassured,' he thought to himself.
/Don't those two words mean the same thing?/ Ryou asked while slightly yawning.
//Don't even start Ryou.//
/Well, at any rate, good morning!/
//The last thing I need is to be greeted by anyone right now.//
/Rough night?/
//Just stay out of it. Wait, what are you suggesting?!//
/Nothing, nothing at all./
//You don't think that we did anything do you, 'cause we didn't!//
/Sure, I believe you./
//No you don't, I can tell.//
/No, I honestly believe you./
//Riiiiight. I bet you slept just fine.//
/Actually I did, no thanks to you./
Marik interrupted his thoughts, "Talking to Ryou I see."
"Yes, not that it's any of your concern. Get some clothes packed and meet me at my house after school today," he said, then stomped out. The was a very visible limp in his walk.
"Oh, that's how you know. Bakura, are you going to be able to make it home alright?" Marik asked smirking. He was going to get himself killed one of these days.
"Marik, don't even start!" he said and slammed the door.
Marik only smiled, but this time it was a kind smile. He really did feel bad about 'making fun' of the situation but, sometimes he just couldn't help himself. It was as if something inside him was turning him into a bad person.
He rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock. "8:45, just great. I'll be late for school." He ran around the house searching for his school clothes and once he was changed into them, he ran outside and to his bike. It was now that everything began to sink in- well, the seriousness of the subject at least. He suddenly didn't want to go to school anymore. He didn't want to see Matsuke, he definitely didn't want to see the principal, and he didn't know if he could face Bakura. He took a deep breath, and started up his motorcycle, and set off in the direction of school.
Bakura, on the other hand, was already there. He had walked directly from Marik's house to his first period class without really even noticing it. It was almost unbearable. The PAIN! Every step sent a stinging jolt up his back. No, No, NO! He refused to believe it! Why was HE the one in pain? "I wish Marik had to go through this!" He almost yelled, then he stopped. 'No I don't.'
Marik sloppily parked his bike and ran into the school. The only way to get into first period was with a note- from the principal. Marik stopped right in the middle of the vacant hallway. He didn't want to go in there at all. Principal Satome just- freaked him out. His words from yesterday echoed in his mind:
"It seems that your attire may not be the only thing causing you problems while you're here."
He shook his mind free of his thoughts and slowly walked to the Principal's office. The room still had its blinds drawn allowing no light in or out. 'Come on, get your act together,' he thought to himself. 'Bakura wouldn't chicken out like this.' He straightened up and opened the door.
Almost immediately a voice asked, "Ah, Marik. Late are we?"
Marik stopped accidentally letting the door close. "Y-Yes Sir. I've come to obtain a pass."
"Very well. You know Marik, I do hope this won't become a reoccurring theme," he held out the pass.
"Of course not."
"Why didn't you stop by yesterday like I asked you to? You know, I was really looking forward to seeing you."
Marik was beginning to panic. What was with this guy? "Sorry Sir," he grabbed the pass and ran out the door.
Running was definitely part of his plan. Running into someone was not. After he slammed into the unknown person he ricocheted back off of them onto the floor. "Sorry," he spouted out before looking up. He gasped.
"Are you alright Marik?" the person asked holding a hand out to him.
He took the person's hand and stood up. "Yes. Ryou, where is Bakura?"
"He needed some time to rest. I told him I'd take over for a little while."
"Oh." Marik wasn't really used to Ryou. He had never ever talk to Bakura's hikari before so this was a bit strange for him.
Ryou looked at his watch, "Well, we don't have much time to talk now, would you like to meet up after school?"
"Of course," this idea intrigued him. Maybe he'd be able to find out some things from Ryou about Bakura.
"I'll see you then." Ryou smiled before he turned and left.
Marik sighed. They really were alike- Ryou and Bakura. He turned in the opposite direction and headed to class.
Soon the lunch bell was ringing. Marik went out into the schoolyard and took a seat under one of the tall oak trees and fiddled with his bracelets.
"Yep, you're definitely a friend of Bakura's," a voice said.
Marik turned to see Matsuke with a smirk on his face. "Why do you say that?"
"Well, you stick to yourself just like Bakura. Sure I'm his friend and all but he doesn't like it when I hang around him too long."
"That's Bakura alright. He never lets anyone 'in.' He has to do everything on his own. I wish he'd at least talk to me instead of yelling all the time."
"Yeah, well, I'm sure he doesn't mean to hurt you. He may be mean, but he's not merciless."
"Heh." 'Not merciless? That's all I see when I look at him. I wish I could believe that he wasn't but how can I after the way he treats me and everyone for that matter ?' "Well," he stood up, dusting off his pants, "I'll see ya later Matsuke."
"Just call me 'Mat.' See ya around Marik."
Marik sighed and began to walk towards the school, then stopped. 'I definitely don't want to go back in there yet. I just can't deal with Principal Satome.' He turned around and continued his walk in the opposite direction. All around him leaves were beginning to golden and redden and some had even begun to fall. Autumn was quickly approaching.
"Marik, what's wrong? Are you upset again? You really shouldn't torture yourself like this."
Marik turned quickly. Who had just said that? There was no one around that the voice could have possibly come from, yet, it sounded like it was right next to him. No, even closer, right inside him. 'Just great, the last thing I need is to be hearing voices.'
Elsewhere, Ryou sat next to the pond that set next to the school. He loved that pond. It was always sparkling no matter how bad of a day it was. If only Bakura's personality was like that: Always shining. ((AN: Yes, I'm aware of how corny that sounded.))
/Bakura, are you feeling any better now?/
//No! Leave me alone! I'm staying in here forever!//
Ryou, despite the seriousness of the subject, lightly chuckled. /Bakura you can't stay in there forever./
//Oh yes I can!//
Ryou looked into the pond and saw not his, but Bakura's reflection. [1] He had that same angry look on his face which rested sloppily in his hands. /Bakura, a lot of people would miss you,/ he said, 'speaking' to the reflection.
Bakura turned to look at Ryou and glared. //No they wouldn't.//
/Marik would miss you./
Bakura's reflection laughed bitterly. //I highly doubt that. Speaking of Marik, he'll be staying with us for a little while.//
/Really? Why?/
//Just some business we have to clear up. Nothing to do with you!//
/Bakura-/ Ryou stopped wondering if he should continue, but decided that this matter definitely needed to be spoken about. /Bakura, have you told Marik yet?/
For a moment the reflection looked sad. Then, in a instant, the look was gone. //No,// was all he said. //I- don't know what you're talking about.// In truth, he did.
Ryou sighed, then stood up. /You can do it Bakura, I know you can./ That was all he said before he left the pond to go back into the school.
The first bell rang indicating that it was time to go in. Marik entered the school and headed to his 4th period class. How was he going to explain why he had not been there yesterday? Oh well. He'd think of something.
--
Marik walked out of the school, no, barged out of the school. He was NOT happy. He held a detention slip in his hand scheduled for the next day. Obviously his excuse was not good enough. He looked at it again and read it aloud, "'Detention for skipping!' How stupid is that?! 45 minutes?!" He kicked his kickstand up and got on his bike.
"Marik, wait up!" someone yelled.
He turned and bit his lip as Ryou stopped at his side almost out of breath. "I'm sorry Ryou, I had forgotten."
"No, it's fine. Besides, it's not me I wanted you to talk to."
"Well then, who is it?" He looked around but found no one. "Ryou who---" he stopped, for Ryou was no longer standing there, Bakura was.
"Marik, move, I'm driving."
"YOU are?" This thought sort of alarmed him. Did he even know how to ride a motorcycle? That thought didn't stop him from moving though.
"Marik, I hope you have your stuff with you," Bakura said while swinging one leg over the bike.
"Um, actually-"
Bakura rolled his eyes. "Let me guess. You don't." Marik shook his head. "Come on then!"
Marik nodded and took his place behind Bakura. He tried hard not to touch him. He didn't want to anger him more. ((AN: For safety purposes, yes, they're wearing helmets :P))
"Marik, you'll fall off if you do that! You're gonna have to hold onto me."
"Um, right." Marik slid his arms around Bakura's waist. He was almost afraid to hold on at all.
"Well then, let's go."
--
Bakura was more than half way to his house when he felt the figure behind him go limp. He turned quickly only to see that Marik had fallen asleep. "Just great." He pulled the bike over to the side of the rode and adjusted Marik's sleeping form back onto the bike and threw the duffle bag that he had brought along over his shoulder. He then continued on his way towards his house.
The bad had been filled with a variety of Marik's clothing. Oh yeah, and jewelry. Did I mention extra snacks? Plus a pillow, more food, and just random stuff. Bakura had forced Marik to write his sister a note telling her that he would be gone for a 'little bit' but he was careful not to add with whom he was staying with. She probably wouldn't have been too happy to read: "Oh by the way Sis, I'm staying with a former tomb-robber." They had pretty much been in and out and they were now on their way to Bakura's house.
Roughly five minutes later, Bakura had the bike in the garage and the duffle bag in the house. There was only one thing left: Marik. "How am I going to pull this off?" He grunted and walked over to the sleeping teen and for a moment felt like just pushing him off the bike. What was stopping him?
/Bakura, why don't you just carry him inside? I'm sure he'd appreciate it,/ Ryou suggested.
//Stay out of this Ryou! I'll do as I please. I might as well leave him out here!// he turned and began to walk into the house.
/But, is that what you want to do?/ Ryou asked.
Bakura stopped in the doorway. 'Do I? Yes. Do I really?' He sighed, 'No.' //Curse you Ryou!// He trudged over and gently lifted Marik off the bike. At first he paused to look down at the face of the teen in his arms. "Marik- " he whispered under his breath. He then proceeded to carry him into the house.
The house was dark, except for a small lamp back in the study room. Ryou's father wasn't home and wouldn't be for a couple more weeks. He was off on another of his expeditions leaving the house and it's care to Ryou.
Bakura carried him down one of the halls and into one of the rooms. It was a somewhat small room with a bed, desk and closet occupying its space. The bed had remained untouched for years and the closet had space that longed to be filled. 'I think this is what Ryou called a Guest Room,' he thought and tried in vain to hold onto Marik and pull back the sheets of the bed at the same time. Once that little 'obstacle' was overcome, he laid the sleeping teen on the bed and covered him up. Thank goodness no one was around to see this side of Bakura. They would be awed to death. Not even he himself knew he could be so 'gentle.' What was it about Marik? He made him feel at peace; at ease. He no longer wanted to be harsh or cruel or put people down. Why wouldn't his heart allow it?
He shook his head free of his thoughts and quickly exited the room. 'What am I thinking?!'
In the Guest Room, a deep lavender light began to pulsate around Marik's body. It was small at first, then it began to expand. It formed a dome shape over the sleeping form, then proceeded to close in on him.
Elsewhere, Bakura nodded off into sleep-
-But, he really should've stayed awake.
---TBC---
[1] In this story, whenever someone who has a 'Yami' looks into some type of water, they will see their Yami's reflection instead of their own. The reflection can talk back to them as well. It HAS to be water. A plain old mirror won't work.
Well, I hope ya liked the chapter. I don't like where I ended it so now I'll go on a mad dash to do the next chapter. If I had continued it, it would've taken a while to get where I would've wanted to have stopped.
===Next Chapter: Another interesting morning and, a first kiss? Plus, detention is served!
Please Review! *puppy dog eyes* It helps a lot ( Thanks!
```AmethystRoze```
Chapter 2
Marik grabbed one of the sheets and stood up wrapping it around him. "Who's in whose house here?!"
"Don't even blame this on me!" Bakura yelled, almost mirroring his actions.
"Well, somehow YOU got into MY room."
"You think this is MY fault?!"
"I never said that-"
"You didn't have to. It could've been YOUR fault ya know!"
"Mine?! Right, like I could manipulate you."
"You might've used your Rod on me."
Marik laughed, "It does seem that way doesn't it?"
Bakura blushed for probably the shortest second ever then grimaced. "Marik, this is NO time to be joking around! We HAVE to find out what is going on here! I can't believe this has happened again!"
"How do you even know that anything 'happened'?"
Bakura narrowed his gaze for a moment. "I just know."
"Well, um, your clothes are somewhere around the house I guess. Feel free to pick them up," Marik said smiling. He found this situation amusing and he wasn't really sure why.
This wasn't the first time this had happened. The last time, roughly around two months ago, Bakura woke up and had almost killed him. There were no clues anywhere. They just woke up in the same bed- naked. ((AN: .lol))
Marik walked around his room grabbing some pants and a shirt and headed to the bathroom to change. He was feeling strangely giddy which was not his style. He wanted to believe that nothing had happened but, well, it didn't really look that way. Once he was dressed, he left the bathroom to find Bakura still sitting on the bed, only this time he was fully clothed.
"You know Marik, I've been thinking. I really do want to get to the bottom of this, and soon. Maybe it'd be best if you stayed at my house for a while, or at least until we solve this problem."
"S-Stay with y-you?" Just great, he stuttered. He had to be joking.
"Yes, but if you don't want to it's fine." Bakura straightened up and looked away, "It's not like I want you to stay with me or anything! Don't go getting the wrong idea."
Marik sighed, "of course not. Alright then, I'll stay with you." Maybe he was dreaming. If so, he didn't want to wake up.
Bakura was surprised and relieved when agreed to stay with him. 'I'm relieved? No that can't be right! Only reassured,' he thought to himself.
/Don't those two words mean the same thing?/ Ryou asked while slightly yawning.
//Don't even start Ryou.//
/Well, at any rate, good morning!/
//The last thing I need is to be greeted by anyone right now.//
/Rough night?/
//Just stay out of it. Wait, what are you suggesting?!//
/Nothing, nothing at all./
//You don't think that we did anything do you, 'cause we didn't!//
/Sure, I believe you./
//No you don't, I can tell.//
/No, I honestly believe you./
//Riiiiight. I bet you slept just fine.//
/Actually I did, no thanks to you./
Marik interrupted his thoughts, "Talking to Ryou I see."
"Yes, not that it's any of your concern. Get some clothes packed and meet me at my house after school today," he said, then stomped out. The was a very visible limp in his walk.
"Oh, that's how you know. Bakura, are you going to be able to make it home alright?" Marik asked smirking. He was going to get himself killed one of these days.
"Marik, don't even start!" he said and slammed the door.
Marik only smiled, but this time it was a kind smile. He really did feel bad about 'making fun' of the situation but, sometimes he just couldn't help himself. It was as if something inside him was turning him into a bad person.
He rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock. "8:45, just great. I'll be late for school." He ran around the house searching for his school clothes and once he was changed into them, he ran outside and to his bike. It was now that everything began to sink in- well, the seriousness of the subject at least. He suddenly didn't want to go to school anymore. He didn't want to see Matsuke, he definitely didn't want to see the principal, and he didn't know if he could face Bakura. He took a deep breath, and started up his motorcycle, and set off in the direction of school.
Bakura, on the other hand, was already there. He had walked directly from Marik's house to his first period class without really even noticing it. It was almost unbearable. The PAIN! Every step sent a stinging jolt up his back. No, No, NO! He refused to believe it! Why was HE the one in pain? "I wish Marik had to go through this!" He almost yelled, then he stopped. 'No I don't.'
Marik sloppily parked his bike and ran into the school. The only way to get into first period was with a note- from the principal. Marik stopped right in the middle of the vacant hallway. He didn't want to go in there at all. Principal Satome just- freaked him out. His words from yesterday echoed in his mind:
"It seems that your attire may not be the only thing causing you problems while you're here."
He shook his mind free of his thoughts and slowly walked to the Principal's office. The room still had its blinds drawn allowing no light in or out. 'Come on, get your act together,' he thought to himself. 'Bakura wouldn't chicken out like this.' He straightened up and opened the door.
Almost immediately a voice asked, "Ah, Marik. Late are we?"
Marik stopped accidentally letting the door close. "Y-Yes Sir. I've come to obtain a pass."
"Very well. You know Marik, I do hope this won't become a reoccurring theme," he held out the pass.
"Of course not."
"Why didn't you stop by yesterday like I asked you to? You know, I was really looking forward to seeing you."
Marik was beginning to panic. What was with this guy? "Sorry Sir," he grabbed the pass and ran out the door.
Running was definitely part of his plan. Running into someone was not. After he slammed into the unknown person he ricocheted back off of them onto the floor. "Sorry," he spouted out before looking up. He gasped.
"Are you alright Marik?" the person asked holding a hand out to him.
He took the person's hand and stood up. "Yes. Ryou, where is Bakura?"
"He needed some time to rest. I told him I'd take over for a little while."
"Oh." Marik wasn't really used to Ryou. He had never ever talk to Bakura's hikari before so this was a bit strange for him.
Ryou looked at his watch, "Well, we don't have much time to talk now, would you like to meet up after school?"
"Of course," this idea intrigued him. Maybe he'd be able to find out some things from Ryou about Bakura.
"I'll see you then." Ryou smiled before he turned and left.
Marik sighed. They really were alike- Ryou and Bakura. He turned in the opposite direction and headed to class.
Soon the lunch bell was ringing. Marik went out into the schoolyard and took a seat under one of the tall oak trees and fiddled with his bracelets.
"Yep, you're definitely a friend of Bakura's," a voice said.
Marik turned to see Matsuke with a smirk on his face. "Why do you say that?"
"Well, you stick to yourself just like Bakura. Sure I'm his friend and all but he doesn't like it when I hang around him too long."
"That's Bakura alright. He never lets anyone 'in.' He has to do everything on his own. I wish he'd at least talk to me instead of yelling all the time."
"Yeah, well, I'm sure he doesn't mean to hurt you. He may be mean, but he's not merciless."
"Heh." 'Not merciless? That's all I see when I look at him. I wish I could believe that he wasn't but how can I after the way he treats me and everyone for that matter ?' "Well," he stood up, dusting off his pants, "I'll see ya later Matsuke."
"Just call me 'Mat.' See ya around Marik."
Marik sighed and began to walk towards the school, then stopped. 'I definitely don't want to go back in there yet. I just can't deal with Principal Satome.' He turned around and continued his walk in the opposite direction. All around him leaves were beginning to golden and redden and some had even begun to fall. Autumn was quickly approaching.
"Marik, what's wrong? Are you upset again? You really shouldn't torture yourself like this."
Marik turned quickly. Who had just said that? There was no one around that the voice could have possibly come from, yet, it sounded like it was right next to him. No, even closer, right inside him. 'Just great, the last thing I need is to be hearing voices.'
Elsewhere, Ryou sat next to the pond that set next to the school. He loved that pond. It was always sparkling no matter how bad of a day it was. If only Bakura's personality was like that: Always shining. ((AN: Yes, I'm aware of how corny that sounded.))
/Bakura, are you feeling any better now?/
//No! Leave me alone! I'm staying in here forever!//
Ryou, despite the seriousness of the subject, lightly chuckled. /Bakura you can't stay in there forever./
//Oh yes I can!//
Ryou looked into the pond and saw not his, but Bakura's reflection. [1] He had that same angry look on his face which rested sloppily in his hands. /Bakura, a lot of people would miss you,/ he said, 'speaking' to the reflection.
Bakura turned to look at Ryou and glared. //No they wouldn't.//
/Marik would miss you./
Bakura's reflection laughed bitterly. //I highly doubt that. Speaking of Marik, he'll be staying with us for a little while.//
/Really? Why?/
//Just some business we have to clear up. Nothing to do with you!//
/Bakura-/ Ryou stopped wondering if he should continue, but decided that this matter definitely needed to be spoken about. /Bakura, have you told Marik yet?/
For a moment the reflection looked sad. Then, in a instant, the look was gone. //No,// was all he said. //I- don't know what you're talking about.// In truth, he did.
Ryou sighed, then stood up. /You can do it Bakura, I know you can./ That was all he said before he left the pond to go back into the school.
The first bell rang indicating that it was time to go in. Marik entered the school and headed to his 4th period class. How was he going to explain why he had not been there yesterday? Oh well. He'd think of something.
--
Marik walked out of the school, no, barged out of the school. He was NOT happy. He held a detention slip in his hand scheduled for the next day. Obviously his excuse was not good enough. He looked at it again and read it aloud, "'Detention for skipping!' How stupid is that?! 45 minutes?!" He kicked his kickstand up and got on his bike.
"Marik, wait up!" someone yelled.
He turned and bit his lip as Ryou stopped at his side almost out of breath. "I'm sorry Ryou, I had forgotten."
"No, it's fine. Besides, it's not me I wanted you to talk to."
"Well then, who is it?" He looked around but found no one. "Ryou who---" he stopped, for Ryou was no longer standing there, Bakura was.
"Marik, move, I'm driving."
"YOU are?" This thought sort of alarmed him. Did he even know how to ride a motorcycle? That thought didn't stop him from moving though.
"Marik, I hope you have your stuff with you," Bakura said while swinging one leg over the bike.
"Um, actually-"
Bakura rolled his eyes. "Let me guess. You don't." Marik shook his head. "Come on then!"
Marik nodded and took his place behind Bakura. He tried hard not to touch him. He didn't want to anger him more. ((AN: For safety purposes, yes, they're wearing helmets :P))
"Marik, you'll fall off if you do that! You're gonna have to hold onto me."
"Um, right." Marik slid his arms around Bakura's waist. He was almost afraid to hold on at all.
"Well then, let's go."
--
Bakura was more than half way to his house when he felt the figure behind him go limp. He turned quickly only to see that Marik had fallen asleep. "Just great." He pulled the bike over to the side of the rode and adjusted Marik's sleeping form back onto the bike and threw the duffle bag that he had brought along over his shoulder. He then continued on his way towards his house.
The bad had been filled with a variety of Marik's clothing. Oh yeah, and jewelry. Did I mention extra snacks? Plus a pillow, more food, and just random stuff. Bakura had forced Marik to write his sister a note telling her that he would be gone for a 'little bit' but he was careful not to add with whom he was staying with. She probably wouldn't have been too happy to read: "Oh by the way Sis, I'm staying with a former tomb-robber." They had pretty much been in and out and they were now on their way to Bakura's house.
Roughly five minutes later, Bakura had the bike in the garage and the duffle bag in the house. There was only one thing left: Marik. "How am I going to pull this off?" He grunted and walked over to the sleeping teen and for a moment felt like just pushing him off the bike. What was stopping him?
/Bakura, why don't you just carry him inside? I'm sure he'd appreciate it,/ Ryou suggested.
//Stay out of this Ryou! I'll do as I please. I might as well leave him out here!// he turned and began to walk into the house.
/But, is that what you want to do?/ Ryou asked.
Bakura stopped in the doorway. 'Do I? Yes. Do I really?' He sighed, 'No.' //Curse you Ryou!// He trudged over and gently lifted Marik off the bike. At first he paused to look down at the face of the teen in his arms. "Marik- " he whispered under his breath. He then proceeded to carry him into the house.
The house was dark, except for a small lamp back in the study room. Ryou's father wasn't home and wouldn't be for a couple more weeks. He was off on another of his expeditions leaving the house and it's care to Ryou.
Bakura carried him down one of the halls and into one of the rooms. It was a somewhat small room with a bed, desk and closet occupying its space. The bed had remained untouched for years and the closet had space that longed to be filled. 'I think this is what Ryou called a Guest Room,' he thought and tried in vain to hold onto Marik and pull back the sheets of the bed at the same time. Once that little 'obstacle' was overcome, he laid the sleeping teen on the bed and covered him up. Thank goodness no one was around to see this side of Bakura. They would be awed to death. Not even he himself knew he could be so 'gentle.' What was it about Marik? He made him feel at peace; at ease. He no longer wanted to be harsh or cruel or put people down. Why wouldn't his heart allow it?
He shook his head free of his thoughts and quickly exited the room. 'What am I thinking?!'
In the Guest Room, a deep lavender light began to pulsate around Marik's body. It was small at first, then it began to expand. It formed a dome shape over the sleeping form, then proceeded to close in on him.
Elsewhere, Bakura nodded off into sleep-
-But, he really should've stayed awake.
---TBC---
[1] In this story, whenever someone who has a 'Yami' looks into some type of water, they will see their Yami's reflection instead of their own. The reflection can talk back to them as well. It HAS to be water. A plain old mirror won't work.
Well, I hope ya liked the chapter. I don't like where I ended it so now I'll go on a mad dash to do the next chapter. If I had continued it, it would've taken a while to get where I would've wanted to have stopped.
===Next Chapter: Another interesting morning and, a first kiss? Plus, detention is served!
Please Review! *puppy dog eyes* It helps a lot ( Thanks!
```AmethystRoze```