Thanks A LOT for the reviews! Here's the next chapter as promised.
Oh yeah, this chapter begins the SAME morning as chapter 3 BUT it's different cuz of what Yami did and stuff.
Chapter 5
Marik rubbed his eyes and slowly opened them. Why did he feel so strange? He felt almost bad with a tint of regret. He stretched his arms out and yawned. "Hey- wait a-" he sat up quickly and looked around. Bakura wasn't there! A smile slowly crept across his face. Maybe it was all over. Maybe he and Bakura had no more to worry about. Maybe everything was back to normal.
He sat up and swung his legs off the bed and cautiously looked around. Still no sign of Bakura anywhere. This was good.
"Oh yeah," he said looking down. He still had his school clothes on. 'Well then, how did I get into bed?' He stood up and headed out into the hallway at a somewhat fast pace. Where exactly was Bakura anyways? Usually he was up yelling or something. He had to stop walking again. 'How did I even get in here?'
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"
Marik swung around fast to face Bakura. "Oh, there you are. I was looking for you."
"You know, it's not nice to wander aimlessly around people's houses," Bakura said with a slight smirk.
'He sure seems to be in a good mood, I hope he stays this way.' "Bakura, what's for breakfast?"
"Do I look like a waiter to you? The food is in the kitchen, stupid," he turned and disappeared into a room.
Marik stretched and made his way into the kitchen. Today felt weird. He really couldn't explain it. Well, today WAS weird. Bakura was actually 'talking' to him for once.
As he entered the kitchen, he noticed Bakura sitting at the table drinking tea. "Marik, why didn't you tell me you had a detention today?" his face had become angry again.
Marik bit his lip, "Um, yeah, about that. Uh---"
Bakura set his cup on the table and sat back, smirking again. "Go ahead, but the excuse you make up had better be GOOD."
"Right. Well, you see, I kinda, sorta, might've, skipped class yesterday."
"What kind of excuse is that!? IT almost sounds believable."
Marik didn't say a word.
"Wait," Bakura sat up, "You're kidding right?"
"Um, not exactly."
"Marik! School is important! Hasn't your sister ever told you that!"
"You're beginning to sound like my sister," he mumbled.
Bakura stood up and made his way over to Marik. "Well then," he said and placed his hands on his shoulders. "What did you say?" he asked in a dangerous tone, though the smirk still remained.
"Heh," he went to back away, "I said nothing."
"Really now," he leaned in closer, "don't lie to me."
Marik couldn't breathe. Bakura's face was so close. Inches, no, centimeters apart. How easy would it be to just reach out and touch his face? 'Dangerously easy.' He froze. He did it. He had accidentally touched Bakura's cheek. What was worse was the fact that he couldn't seem to move his hand.
Bakura's expression was priceless. He was just as shocked, if not more. Without really thinking he brought his fingertips under Marik's chin and gently lifted his face up towards his. He went to lean in and happened to glance at the clock. "Oh my god!" he pulled back. "Marik, we'll be late for school if we don't leave now."
Marik snapped back to reality. "Yes, of course. Let's go then."
Both of them headed out to the bike, which Bakura once again drove.
--
School went surprisingly well for both of them. It was as if someone was giving them a break from their troubles.
Lunch was even better. Marik explained a lot of his past VERY discretely to Matsuke and his two friends. The most they got out of it was that he was a guy who liked tombs.
Bakura just kind of hung out by the pond by himself as usual. That was the way he liked it though.
/Bakura, you seem to be in a good mood today, did something good happen?/ Ryou asked.
//Even if something did, do you think I would tell you?// Bakura asked while looking into the pond.
Ryou smiled. /Probably not. You wouldn't have to though. I can sense your thoughts, remember?/
Bakura sighed. //How could I forget? Is anything sacred anymore?//
Through one of the school windows, a dark figure observed Bakura. From where they were, they couldn't see who or what he was talking to, but that didn't matter to them. The figure only wanted to watch. They had big plans for Bakura. Big plans indeed.
"Well, thanks for explaining that stuff to us Marik, we'll see ya later," Matsuke said and left, along with his two companions.
Marik sighed and slumped down. 'Thank goodness that's over.' A blush spread across his face when he suddenly remembered the morning's happenings. 'What on earth persuaded me to do that?' he thought and slumped down even further. 'Now he probably hates me.' His face twisted into a confused sort of look as he remembered something else. 'So then, why did he almost kiss me?'
His shook his mind free of his thoughts. 'Right. Like that would ever happen.' He stood up, brushed his pants off, and walked on back towards the school.
As he got closer and closer to the school, he began to get a bad feeling. It wasn't really something he could've explained. He spotted Bakura by the pond and the sensation was gone.
Bakura seemed to sense him because he turned and got up, walking in Marik's direction. When he reached Marik, he stopped and sighed. "Well, I have decided on something."
Marik itched his forehead, "What's that?"
"I'm going to stay after school and wait for you today, but ONLY today. Don't expect this to be an every day occurrence mind you," he crossed his arms. "And your detentions had better not be either, understand?" then he added, "because I don't have all this extra time to be wasting on you."
"Heh, of course not."
"Fine then, goodbye," he quickly walked away.
Marik was really confused. What was going on today? Life was going GOOD for once.
--
The day dragged on slowly for Marik. One, because he dreaded detention, and two, because he wanted to hurry up and get through detention so he could hang out with Bakura. Well, they probably wouldn't be hanging out--- ever, but as long as he was in the same room as Bakura, he was happy.
--
As soon as the dismissal bell rang, Marik dragged himself to the detention room. When he got there, he noticed that the room was empty except for a single teacher with glasses sitting at the front desk.
"Um, Sir, is there where I am to serve detention?" Marik asked.
The teacher looked up from the papers he was reading and lowered his head so he could look over his glasses. "Are you Marik Ishtar?"
"Yes I am."
"Well then, you're in the right room. Take a seat anywhere," he instructed.
"Alright." He took his seat and sat down.
--
Wow. He never knew that anything could be so boring. By the time the teacher had dismissed Marik from detention, he knew there were 120 tiles that made up the ceiling, 40 large tiles that made up the floor, and 6 wads of gum stuck to the trashcan.
Right as he walked out of the front doors of the school, he spotted Bakura leaning up against the bike with his arms crossed. 'He really waited,' he thought. It's not that he doubted Bakura's word, it's just that--- ok, he doubted his word.
"Marik, what took you so long?" Bakura asked.
"Um, I just got out of detention 5 minutes ago."
"Well, what were you doing for the past five minutes?"
"Walking here."
Bakura sighed and got on the motorcycle. "Well, what are you waiting for?"
Marik smirked. "You know, I don't even know whose bike that is any more."
"Well, you better know that it's now mine as long as you're staying in my house. Just get on."
Marik slightly smiled and hopped on the bike behind Bakura. He was really happy. Bickering with Bakura was somewhat 'fun' today.
They reached Bakura's house not too long after. Marik finally received a formal showing of the house by Ryou so he knew where everything was. By the time that was over, he did his homework, and by the time that was finished, it was only 8 o'clock. Marik didn't have anything else to do so, he decided to go look for Bakura.
He walked on down to Bakura's room and knocked on the door. From inside he heard a mumbled: "come in" so he opened the door and entered the room. Bakura was stretched out on his bed doing his homework and eating a sandwich. He looked up as soon as Marik was inside.
"So, what do you need?" Bakura asked.
Marik couldn't help but stare. Bakura had a loose black long sleeved shirt on which was hanging slightly off his right shoulder and a pair of blue jeans. Marik quickly cleared his throat and began, "Yes, um, I was just wondering what you were doing."
Bakura looked on unbelievingly, "My homework, why?"
"Just wanted to know. Guess I'll go now," he turned to leave.
"Wait a minute Marik."
Marik turned slightly, "Yes?"
"Come here please."
"Um, alright," he walked slowly over to Bakura. "What is it?"
"Well," he sat back and crossed his arms, "Are you aware that today's lunch is smeared all over your shirt?"
"What?!" he looked down and sure enough, his shirt was stained with a variety of fodder. "Oh man, that was Matsuke's fault! I can't believe I didn't notice it before. I'd better go put this in the wash." He began to leave again but Bakura grasped his wrist and gently yanked him back around towards him.
Marik suddenly froze up as Bakura's hands came up to undo the buttons of his shirt. One by one, they came undone, and all Marik could do was wonder what was going on.
Bakura pulled Marik even closer as his hands slid up and around his neck to pull the shirt off. It fell silently to the ground.
Something must have snapped into Bakura because he suddenly straightened up and cleared his throat. "I'm taking this to the laundry room," he said and grabbed the shirt off the floor and left.
Ok, if Marik wasn't already confused, he was now down right bemused. 'What is going on?'
--
Bakura was equally befuddled. 'What am I doing?' He threw the shirt into the washer, poured in some detergent, and closed the lid. He couldn't help but wonder how so much had changed between them since Battle City. They were practically best friends. Bakura inwardly shuddered. 'Friends--- who needs them.'
He turned and left the room.
--
Marik had gone to his own room and changed into night clothes. He was ready for bed. He needed to sleep off the anxiety he was feeling- anxiety directed toward a familiar white-haired tomb-robber.
He rubbed his temples for a moment and snuggled into the soft cotton sheets.
It wasn't very long before he fell asleep.
--
Night passed by as it always did and soon, the morning had come. The early morning light was shining through Marik's eyelids begging him to wake. He rubbed his eyes and opened them.
NOT AGAIN!
Marik drew in a quick breath. Bakura was sleeping soundly in his bed!
For a moment, time seemed to freeze.
Marik didn't know how long he laid there. He didn't want to wake up Bakura- thus beginning the morning with Bakura's hollering. This was the 'crime scene,' the best thing he could do was take down clues in his mind. 'Ok then, we're here, he's there, I'm here, gah! This is SO HARD when your crush is laying on top of you!'
Bakura's hand was draped slackly yet possessively across Marik's chest. One of the only times when Bakura ever looked peaceful was when he slept. It was also one of the only times when he let his guard down.
Marik made the BIG mistake of sneezing, which in turn caused Bakura's eyes to shoot open. He quickly glanced up at Marik with a confused look, then at the bed and finally realization sunk in. "Not again." He looked at the clock which said they had 1 hour to get ready. "I hate school," he said and laid his head back on Marik's chest, which was a big surprise to him.
Marik thought for a moment, then said, "They have school on Saturday here?"
Bakura suddenly smirked, "No, we don't. What was I thinking? That means we DON'T have school today. Thank god, I need a break."
"Um, Bakura, maybe now would be a good time to start gathering facts," Marik suggested.
"Grr, fine." He sat up slightly propping his elbows on Marik's chest. "You and I have awoken in the same bed three times now. That's fact #1. What else?"
"Well, you and I have had no recollection at all of anything happening."
"True, and we're always clothes deficient."
"And, it only seems to happen some time during the night."
"Wait a minute, doesn't it only happen after we go to sleep?"
"Yes, why?" Marik asked.
"Doesn't that seem a little strange to you?"
"I suppose. One other thing is that I'm always holding you, never the other way around."
"What?"
"You're always in MY arms, never the other way around," Marik pointed out.
"Hey, that's true. Wow, we're still back to where we started," Bakura said annoyed.
Marik wasn't sure what compelled him to do what he did next, but whatever it was, he had no way of stopping it. He leaned up and pressed his lips softly to Bakura's.
Bakura almost immediately went rigid. That was *definitely* not something he was expecting. He made no effort to pull away though.
Marik, whose mind had abandoned all logical thought, drew an arm loosely around Bakura's neck pulling them closer together.
It was actually Bakura who deepened the kiss after that, enveloping Marik's bottom lip with his own. Marik's lips only hesitantly parted, due to the fact that he wasn't sure how this whole romantic blitz had begun. That was enough for Bakura though. His intrusive tongue darted into Marik's mouth sending temperatures skyrocketing.
With all common sense deserted at this point, Marik was quick to respond as their tongues began to skirmish in a mad, passionate dance.
Bakura's hands slid down Marik's sides as he continued to explore his ardor. He just couldn't get enough of Marik. His hair, his eyes, his skin. It was all too much. Either that, or not enough.
Marik raked his fingers down Bakura's chest stopping at his abdomen. Bakura's hands moved from Marik's thighs to take ahold of the smaller teen's hands, bringing them to rest on the pillow behind Marik's head. He then broke the lip-lock as he brushed his lips from Marik's mouth to his neck, making sure he kept Marik's hands pinned behind him.
Marik could only moan as Bakura continued to nip at his neck sending trembles of pleasure up his spine. Finally Bakura released his hands as he once again crushed their mouths together.
The little space that had been between them seemed to vanish as Bakura held Marik even closer. Marik gasped into Bakura's mouth at the sudden rise of heat. He tangled his trembling fingers into Bakura's hair while at the same time falling victim to his fervor.
The next thing both boys knew, the doorbell was ringing. Bakura shot up, grabbing the blankets around him, and Marik slinked down, slightly hiding himself in the sheets. For a moment, Bakura's face was filled with confusion and shock as if he didn't realize what had just happened or was just befuddled at why it did.
Marik, on the other hand, was wondering what in the world had compelled him to kiss Bakura! He slid even farther under the blankets as his mind began replaying the last few minute's events in his mind.
The doorbell rang again, shaking both teens out of their thoughts once more. Bakura hopped out of the bed holding one of the blankets to his waist as he walked to the window and looked out. "Holy hell! It's Ryou's father!"
Marik watched as Bakura disappeared into the restroom and Ryou exited--- fully clothed, mind you. Ryou ran towards the door and before he disappeared into the hallway yelled "Just stay in here Marik!" Then the door was shut and all was silent.
Marik could just barely hear the door opening, a bit of chatting, and then silence. Then there was a lot more talking which Marik could have sworn was getting closer and closer to the room he was in. 'No way.' The voices stopped right outside his door and were now clearly understandable.
"This room father? Oh, it's just an extra room now." That was clearly Ryou's voice.
The next voice that spoke was deeper and definitely had to be Ryou's father. "Really? Well, I like what you've done with the place while I've been gone. I'm just gonna drop off a few things in here."
"No dad! Not in there! How about in *my* room?" Ryou strongly suggested.
"Nah, this room's closer, and besides, this is just an extra room. I'm gonna leave my things in here."
Marik froze. He needed an escape. FAST. There were none close enough though. What was he going to do?
The doorknob was slowly beginning to turn and he currently had no way out!
What was he going to do?
---TBC---
Ok then. I like this chapter. It's all happy and stuff. About the part where Marik kisses Bakura--- yeah well, some unknown force does cause him to do that. It's not like he randomly did out of free will or anything, tho I'm sure he would've like to. :) All will eventually be revealed as I keep saying.
===Next Chapter: Um, how does Marik get out of this mess? Things are a bit awkward between Marik and Bakura. Also, a new 'piece of the puzzle' is found after a dramatic experience that will lead to a lot of dispute.
*Sigh* Thanks SO much for the reviews. Like I said, I'd make a happy chapter and I consider this happy. Do you? I should have the next one up some time next week.
Please Review! Thanks for Reading!
```AmethystRoze```
Oh yeah, this chapter begins the SAME morning as chapter 3 BUT it's different cuz of what Yami did and stuff.
Chapter 5
Marik rubbed his eyes and slowly opened them. Why did he feel so strange? He felt almost bad with a tint of regret. He stretched his arms out and yawned. "Hey- wait a-" he sat up quickly and looked around. Bakura wasn't there! A smile slowly crept across his face. Maybe it was all over. Maybe he and Bakura had no more to worry about. Maybe everything was back to normal.
He sat up and swung his legs off the bed and cautiously looked around. Still no sign of Bakura anywhere. This was good.
"Oh yeah," he said looking down. He still had his school clothes on. 'Well then, how did I get into bed?' He stood up and headed out into the hallway at a somewhat fast pace. Where exactly was Bakura anyways? Usually he was up yelling or something. He had to stop walking again. 'How did I even get in here?'
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"
Marik swung around fast to face Bakura. "Oh, there you are. I was looking for you."
"You know, it's not nice to wander aimlessly around people's houses," Bakura said with a slight smirk.
'He sure seems to be in a good mood, I hope he stays this way.' "Bakura, what's for breakfast?"
"Do I look like a waiter to you? The food is in the kitchen, stupid," he turned and disappeared into a room.
Marik stretched and made his way into the kitchen. Today felt weird. He really couldn't explain it. Well, today WAS weird. Bakura was actually 'talking' to him for once.
As he entered the kitchen, he noticed Bakura sitting at the table drinking tea. "Marik, why didn't you tell me you had a detention today?" his face had become angry again.
Marik bit his lip, "Um, yeah, about that. Uh---"
Bakura set his cup on the table and sat back, smirking again. "Go ahead, but the excuse you make up had better be GOOD."
"Right. Well, you see, I kinda, sorta, might've, skipped class yesterday."
"What kind of excuse is that!? IT almost sounds believable."
Marik didn't say a word.
"Wait," Bakura sat up, "You're kidding right?"
"Um, not exactly."
"Marik! School is important! Hasn't your sister ever told you that!"
"You're beginning to sound like my sister," he mumbled.
Bakura stood up and made his way over to Marik. "Well then," he said and placed his hands on his shoulders. "What did you say?" he asked in a dangerous tone, though the smirk still remained.
"Heh," he went to back away, "I said nothing."
"Really now," he leaned in closer, "don't lie to me."
Marik couldn't breathe. Bakura's face was so close. Inches, no, centimeters apart. How easy would it be to just reach out and touch his face? 'Dangerously easy.' He froze. He did it. He had accidentally touched Bakura's cheek. What was worse was the fact that he couldn't seem to move his hand.
Bakura's expression was priceless. He was just as shocked, if not more. Without really thinking he brought his fingertips under Marik's chin and gently lifted his face up towards his. He went to lean in and happened to glance at the clock. "Oh my god!" he pulled back. "Marik, we'll be late for school if we don't leave now."
Marik snapped back to reality. "Yes, of course. Let's go then."
Both of them headed out to the bike, which Bakura once again drove.
--
School went surprisingly well for both of them. It was as if someone was giving them a break from their troubles.
Lunch was even better. Marik explained a lot of his past VERY discretely to Matsuke and his two friends. The most they got out of it was that he was a guy who liked tombs.
Bakura just kind of hung out by the pond by himself as usual. That was the way he liked it though.
/Bakura, you seem to be in a good mood today, did something good happen?/ Ryou asked.
//Even if something did, do you think I would tell you?// Bakura asked while looking into the pond.
Ryou smiled. /Probably not. You wouldn't have to though. I can sense your thoughts, remember?/
Bakura sighed. //How could I forget? Is anything sacred anymore?//
Through one of the school windows, a dark figure observed Bakura. From where they were, they couldn't see who or what he was talking to, but that didn't matter to them. The figure only wanted to watch. They had big plans for Bakura. Big plans indeed.
"Well, thanks for explaining that stuff to us Marik, we'll see ya later," Matsuke said and left, along with his two companions.
Marik sighed and slumped down. 'Thank goodness that's over.' A blush spread across his face when he suddenly remembered the morning's happenings. 'What on earth persuaded me to do that?' he thought and slumped down even further. 'Now he probably hates me.' His face twisted into a confused sort of look as he remembered something else. 'So then, why did he almost kiss me?'
His shook his mind free of his thoughts. 'Right. Like that would ever happen.' He stood up, brushed his pants off, and walked on back towards the school.
As he got closer and closer to the school, he began to get a bad feeling. It wasn't really something he could've explained. He spotted Bakura by the pond and the sensation was gone.
Bakura seemed to sense him because he turned and got up, walking in Marik's direction. When he reached Marik, he stopped and sighed. "Well, I have decided on something."
Marik itched his forehead, "What's that?"
"I'm going to stay after school and wait for you today, but ONLY today. Don't expect this to be an every day occurrence mind you," he crossed his arms. "And your detentions had better not be either, understand?" then he added, "because I don't have all this extra time to be wasting on you."
"Heh, of course not."
"Fine then, goodbye," he quickly walked away.
Marik was really confused. What was going on today? Life was going GOOD for once.
--
The day dragged on slowly for Marik. One, because he dreaded detention, and two, because he wanted to hurry up and get through detention so he could hang out with Bakura. Well, they probably wouldn't be hanging out--- ever, but as long as he was in the same room as Bakura, he was happy.
--
As soon as the dismissal bell rang, Marik dragged himself to the detention room. When he got there, he noticed that the room was empty except for a single teacher with glasses sitting at the front desk.
"Um, Sir, is there where I am to serve detention?" Marik asked.
The teacher looked up from the papers he was reading and lowered his head so he could look over his glasses. "Are you Marik Ishtar?"
"Yes I am."
"Well then, you're in the right room. Take a seat anywhere," he instructed.
"Alright." He took his seat and sat down.
--
Wow. He never knew that anything could be so boring. By the time the teacher had dismissed Marik from detention, he knew there were 120 tiles that made up the ceiling, 40 large tiles that made up the floor, and 6 wads of gum stuck to the trashcan.
Right as he walked out of the front doors of the school, he spotted Bakura leaning up against the bike with his arms crossed. 'He really waited,' he thought. It's not that he doubted Bakura's word, it's just that--- ok, he doubted his word.
"Marik, what took you so long?" Bakura asked.
"Um, I just got out of detention 5 minutes ago."
"Well, what were you doing for the past five minutes?"
"Walking here."
Bakura sighed and got on the motorcycle. "Well, what are you waiting for?"
Marik smirked. "You know, I don't even know whose bike that is any more."
"Well, you better know that it's now mine as long as you're staying in my house. Just get on."
Marik slightly smiled and hopped on the bike behind Bakura. He was really happy. Bickering with Bakura was somewhat 'fun' today.
They reached Bakura's house not too long after. Marik finally received a formal showing of the house by Ryou so he knew where everything was. By the time that was over, he did his homework, and by the time that was finished, it was only 8 o'clock. Marik didn't have anything else to do so, he decided to go look for Bakura.
He walked on down to Bakura's room and knocked on the door. From inside he heard a mumbled: "come in" so he opened the door and entered the room. Bakura was stretched out on his bed doing his homework and eating a sandwich. He looked up as soon as Marik was inside.
"So, what do you need?" Bakura asked.
Marik couldn't help but stare. Bakura had a loose black long sleeved shirt on which was hanging slightly off his right shoulder and a pair of blue jeans. Marik quickly cleared his throat and began, "Yes, um, I was just wondering what you were doing."
Bakura looked on unbelievingly, "My homework, why?"
"Just wanted to know. Guess I'll go now," he turned to leave.
"Wait a minute Marik."
Marik turned slightly, "Yes?"
"Come here please."
"Um, alright," he walked slowly over to Bakura. "What is it?"
"Well," he sat back and crossed his arms, "Are you aware that today's lunch is smeared all over your shirt?"
"What?!" he looked down and sure enough, his shirt was stained with a variety of fodder. "Oh man, that was Matsuke's fault! I can't believe I didn't notice it before. I'd better go put this in the wash." He began to leave again but Bakura grasped his wrist and gently yanked him back around towards him.
Marik suddenly froze up as Bakura's hands came up to undo the buttons of his shirt. One by one, they came undone, and all Marik could do was wonder what was going on.
Bakura pulled Marik even closer as his hands slid up and around his neck to pull the shirt off. It fell silently to the ground.
Something must have snapped into Bakura because he suddenly straightened up and cleared his throat. "I'm taking this to the laundry room," he said and grabbed the shirt off the floor and left.
Ok, if Marik wasn't already confused, he was now down right bemused. 'What is going on?'
--
Bakura was equally befuddled. 'What am I doing?' He threw the shirt into the washer, poured in some detergent, and closed the lid. He couldn't help but wonder how so much had changed between them since Battle City. They were practically best friends. Bakura inwardly shuddered. 'Friends--- who needs them.'
He turned and left the room.
--
Marik had gone to his own room and changed into night clothes. He was ready for bed. He needed to sleep off the anxiety he was feeling- anxiety directed toward a familiar white-haired tomb-robber.
He rubbed his temples for a moment and snuggled into the soft cotton sheets.
It wasn't very long before he fell asleep.
--
Night passed by as it always did and soon, the morning had come. The early morning light was shining through Marik's eyelids begging him to wake. He rubbed his eyes and opened them.
NOT AGAIN!
Marik drew in a quick breath. Bakura was sleeping soundly in his bed!
For a moment, time seemed to freeze.
Marik didn't know how long he laid there. He didn't want to wake up Bakura- thus beginning the morning with Bakura's hollering. This was the 'crime scene,' the best thing he could do was take down clues in his mind. 'Ok then, we're here, he's there, I'm here, gah! This is SO HARD when your crush is laying on top of you!'
Bakura's hand was draped slackly yet possessively across Marik's chest. One of the only times when Bakura ever looked peaceful was when he slept. It was also one of the only times when he let his guard down.
Marik made the BIG mistake of sneezing, which in turn caused Bakura's eyes to shoot open. He quickly glanced up at Marik with a confused look, then at the bed and finally realization sunk in. "Not again." He looked at the clock which said they had 1 hour to get ready. "I hate school," he said and laid his head back on Marik's chest, which was a big surprise to him.
Marik thought for a moment, then said, "They have school on Saturday here?"
Bakura suddenly smirked, "No, we don't. What was I thinking? That means we DON'T have school today. Thank god, I need a break."
"Um, Bakura, maybe now would be a good time to start gathering facts," Marik suggested.
"Grr, fine." He sat up slightly propping his elbows on Marik's chest. "You and I have awoken in the same bed three times now. That's fact #1. What else?"
"Well, you and I have had no recollection at all of anything happening."
"True, and we're always clothes deficient."
"And, it only seems to happen some time during the night."
"Wait a minute, doesn't it only happen after we go to sleep?"
"Yes, why?" Marik asked.
"Doesn't that seem a little strange to you?"
"I suppose. One other thing is that I'm always holding you, never the other way around."
"What?"
"You're always in MY arms, never the other way around," Marik pointed out.
"Hey, that's true. Wow, we're still back to where we started," Bakura said annoyed.
Marik wasn't sure what compelled him to do what he did next, but whatever it was, he had no way of stopping it. He leaned up and pressed his lips softly to Bakura's.
Bakura almost immediately went rigid. That was *definitely* not something he was expecting. He made no effort to pull away though.
Marik, whose mind had abandoned all logical thought, drew an arm loosely around Bakura's neck pulling them closer together.
It was actually Bakura who deepened the kiss after that, enveloping Marik's bottom lip with his own. Marik's lips only hesitantly parted, due to the fact that he wasn't sure how this whole romantic blitz had begun. That was enough for Bakura though. His intrusive tongue darted into Marik's mouth sending temperatures skyrocketing.
With all common sense deserted at this point, Marik was quick to respond as their tongues began to skirmish in a mad, passionate dance.
Bakura's hands slid down Marik's sides as he continued to explore his ardor. He just couldn't get enough of Marik. His hair, his eyes, his skin. It was all too much. Either that, or not enough.
Marik raked his fingers down Bakura's chest stopping at his abdomen. Bakura's hands moved from Marik's thighs to take ahold of the smaller teen's hands, bringing them to rest on the pillow behind Marik's head. He then broke the lip-lock as he brushed his lips from Marik's mouth to his neck, making sure he kept Marik's hands pinned behind him.
Marik could only moan as Bakura continued to nip at his neck sending trembles of pleasure up his spine. Finally Bakura released his hands as he once again crushed their mouths together.
The little space that had been between them seemed to vanish as Bakura held Marik even closer. Marik gasped into Bakura's mouth at the sudden rise of heat. He tangled his trembling fingers into Bakura's hair while at the same time falling victim to his fervor.
The next thing both boys knew, the doorbell was ringing. Bakura shot up, grabbing the blankets around him, and Marik slinked down, slightly hiding himself in the sheets. For a moment, Bakura's face was filled with confusion and shock as if he didn't realize what had just happened or was just befuddled at why it did.
Marik, on the other hand, was wondering what in the world had compelled him to kiss Bakura! He slid even farther under the blankets as his mind began replaying the last few minute's events in his mind.
The doorbell rang again, shaking both teens out of their thoughts once more. Bakura hopped out of the bed holding one of the blankets to his waist as he walked to the window and looked out. "Holy hell! It's Ryou's father!"
Marik watched as Bakura disappeared into the restroom and Ryou exited--- fully clothed, mind you. Ryou ran towards the door and before he disappeared into the hallway yelled "Just stay in here Marik!" Then the door was shut and all was silent.
Marik could just barely hear the door opening, a bit of chatting, and then silence. Then there was a lot more talking which Marik could have sworn was getting closer and closer to the room he was in. 'No way.' The voices stopped right outside his door and were now clearly understandable.
"This room father? Oh, it's just an extra room now." That was clearly Ryou's voice.
The next voice that spoke was deeper and definitely had to be Ryou's father. "Really? Well, I like what you've done with the place while I've been gone. I'm just gonna drop off a few things in here."
"No dad! Not in there! How about in *my* room?" Ryou strongly suggested.
"Nah, this room's closer, and besides, this is just an extra room. I'm gonna leave my things in here."
Marik froze. He needed an escape. FAST. There were none close enough though. What was he going to do?
The doorknob was slowly beginning to turn and he currently had no way out!
What was he going to do?
---TBC---
Ok then. I like this chapter. It's all happy and stuff. About the part where Marik kisses Bakura--- yeah well, some unknown force does cause him to do that. It's not like he randomly did out of free will or anything, tho I'm sure he would've like to. :) All will eventually be revealed as I keep saying.
===Next Chapter: Um, how does Marik get out of this mess? Things are a bit awkward between Marik and Bakura. Also, a new 'piece of the puzzle' is found after a dramatic experience that will lead to a lot of dispute.
*Sigh* Thanks SO much for the reviews. Like I said, I'd make a happy chapter and I consider this happy. Do you? I should have the next one up some time next week.
Please Review! Thanks for Reading!
```AmethystRoze```