Wow, thank you all so much for the reviews! I am one happy camper. Here's
the next chapter.
Oh yeah, No, they're not sleepwalking! I'm not that cruel! I said that I wouldn't make it anything completely "weird." Ehem, "stuff" actually is happening at night time. 'Mature' stuff! You know, *cracks up* sex! There, I said it, I thought I had made it clear earlier. It's happening though without either Bakura or Marik finding out O.o. Don't worry, you'll get it soon. Lol, *falls onto the ground* keep reading :)
Chapter 6
There was nothing Ryou could do. His father opened the door, turned on the light, and walked in.
"OH MY!"
Ryou inched away from the door. Just great, how was he going to explain this? 'Um, father, yes, my other self, wait, did I mention I had another self?, well, he uh, yeah, no, wait, um, that guy, he's um, my friend? Yeah, no, yes, and um, about him, well uh, it's actually my fault really,' he stopped.
"Ryou, get in here now!"
Ryou gulped, "Y-Yes father." He walked slowly into the room.
"Ryou, I love what you've done with this room! The colors, the arrangement! It's wonderful. Good job, my boy."
Ryou looked quickly at the bed. No one was there. He scanned the rest of the room, but found no one else in it.
"Well Ryou, let's go eat breakfast," his father said.
Ryou breathed a sigh of relief, "Alright father."
Both of them exited the room, with Ryou closing the door.
Marik slowly slid out from under the bed. Thank god that was over. He grabbed his clothes, quickly threw them on, and slinked over to the door. When he opened it and looked out, he saw Ryou and his father in the dining room right away. He quickly shut the door and walked over to the bed and practically fell back onto it.
'Why did I have to do that?' he thought as he slowly remembered the morning's events. 'What id he going to think of me now?'
"Heh, Heh, Heh, oh Marik, I wish you could see yourself. You're acting pathetic. Come on, this isn't your biggest problem right now."
Marik shot up. "Who said that?" He looked around, but there was no one there. "Who the heck keeps talking to me?"
The door opened and Ryou walked in. "Marik, how did you do that earlier?"
Marik looked at him questioningly, "do what?"
"Hide so well," he closed the door.
"I was under the bed, that's all."
Ryou sighed, "Well, my father has gone out to shop for a few things, so, you've got a while to do whatever you want with Bakura," he smiled.
"What are you saying!?" Marik asked.
"Oh nothing," he waved his hands in front of him. In a flash of light, Ryou was gone and Bakura stood in his place.
"Bakura, um, good morning--- again," Marik said and tried to suppress the blush that was spreading across his face. He was having no luck.
Bakura was going to say something negative, but stopped. "Yeah, good morning," he grumbled. What should he say?- 'Hi Marik, I don't want to admit it but, I think I'm falling in love with you.' Ha! Riiight. He was a cold hearted tomb-robber, nothing more. He would allow no one to change him, not even Marik, and there was only one way to do that--- by being mean to him. "Why are you looking at me like that you idiot?" he asked but immediately regretted it. 'No! I can't feel bad!'
Marik quickly looked away. How could he be so cruel? One minute he's on top of him and kissing him no less, and the next, he's acting like nothing happened. That was probably Bakura's solution to any problem--- ignore it.
Bakura sighed and walked over to Marik. "Come on, let's go get some breakfast."
Marik looked up at him with a surprised expression. "Alright."
Breakfast was--- interesting. Both Marik and Bakura kept stealing glances at each other and then quickly looking away.
Bakura kept musing on how wonderful it felt to finally kiss Marik. His skin was like soft petals, and just as delicate. He wanted to touch him again, if only for one moment, but he knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself if he did.
Marik was remembering the soft brush of Bakura's lips on his skin. Bakura had given away too much of himself. He had showed Marik that yes, he had a gentle side. It was in the way that he touched him- tenderly and also making sure that he didn't hurt him. Marik didn't understand. Him and Bakura, that had actually happened, and yet, they were acting like it hadn't. He just had to bring it up somehow.
"Bakura, what happened this morning?"
Bakura looked up from his cup, "What happened?" He sat back, "I was hoping you could tell me."
"It's not my fault," Marik said quickly.
"Who kissed who first?" Bakura asked.
Marik felt like disappearing. He had forgotten about that. "Bakura, I don't know why I did that," he said shamefully.
Bakura straightened up, "So you're saying this morning was just some freak accident?" He looked away while muttering, "Fine, I agree."
Marik looked at him with a shocked expression. How could he say that? He stood up and said sadly, "No, I guess it was a mistake." He sat his cup on the counter, grabbed his coat and left.
Bakura pushed his own cup aside and practically slammed his head on the table. 'Me and my big mouth.'
/That's exactly right! Bakura, why did you have to say that?/ Ryou asked.
Bakura mentally cursed. //Leave me alone.//
/Bakura, none of this madness will end unless you admit to your feelings./
//Admit to my feelings? Ha! That's easy for you to say Ryou. You don't have anyone that you care about so much it hurts. You have no idea what I'm going through.//
/Actually--- yes, I do. I've gone down this path once before Bakura. It's not an easy one. It takes time./
//You don't think I know that? And who have you "gone down this path before" with?//
/Um, no one in particular---/
//Obviously it is! Who is it Ryou?//
/I can't tell you./
Bakura cursed once again, but decided not to press the matter further--- for now. //I'm going out to find Marik.//
/Good luck./
--
Marik had wandered out to the school. As he looked around, he began to get an eerie feeling. Actually, the place had an overall scariness about it. It was that damned Principal. What was his deal anyways?
An attempt to stop thinking of Bakura failed when he remembered the way Bakura made him feel like so much at one moment and nothing the next.
"Marik, wait up!"
Marik stopped and turned unexpectedly to face Bakura. "What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I came to--- uh---," he stopped. 'I can't show him that I care, I just--- can't.' "I came to make sure you hadn't gone and done anything stupid."
Marik faced forward and continued walking. 'Figures.'
Bakura turned slightly and noticed that he was beside the pond. It let out it's usual glint and glimmer and Ryou's reflection stared back sadly.
//Ryou, don't say a word.//
Another person's reflection appeared in the water beside Ryou's.
/Bakura, watch out!/ Ryou yelled.
But it was too late.
In one quick movement, the stranger had struck the back of Bakura's head, knocking him out, and pushed him into the pond.
Marik heard the splash and quickly turned around. Bakura was nowhere to be seen.
"Bakura, this is no time to be joking around," he said as he spotted the pond.
Wait.
Bakura didn't joke.
Marik sped off in the direction of the pond and immediately stopped once he had reached its edge. The water was deep, making it impossible to see anything. Marik didn't have a choice. He dived into the water and swam until he had almost reached the bottom. Still, no sign of Bakura. He went all the way to the bottom and caught ahold of something--- Bakura. He took his chances and swam back up to the top, holding the limp body in his arms.
Marik pulled both himself and Bakura back onto the dry ground. Thank goodness, by some miracle, Bakura was still breathing. Marik gently tapped Bakura's face in an effort to wake him up.
"Bakura, come on," he said. "You have to wake up."
Bakura groaned for a moment but still didn't awaken.
"Bakura please," Marik urged.
Bakura slowly opened his eyes and looked up. The face he saw was angelic. "M-Marik?"
Marik smiled, "Yes, it's me. What happened Bakura?"
Bakura rubbed the back of his head. "S-Someone hit me, then pushed me into the water."
"Someone did this to you?" Marik asked.
"Well, I didn't do it to myself that's f-for sure."
Marik, who noticed Bakura was shivering, took off his coat and covered Bakura up with it. "It's pretty cold out here already. You should try and stay warm," he said and held Bakura close.
Bakura was going to resist, but couldn't really bring himself to do it. He was cold after all, but that wasn't the point. He wasn't supposed to be letting someone be so kind to him. It made him look--- weak.
Then Bakura remembered one very important fact: Marik had saved his life.
"Um Marik?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you--- for saving me," Bakura said.
Marik slightly smiled. "You're very welcome."
"You know, I really didn't need your help or anything."
Oh yeah, you really had the situation under control, didn't you."
Bakura pulled back slightly and smiled, "Yes, I planned on swimming back up any moment," he said and, after quickly getting cold again, snuggled back into Marik's embrace. He couldn't help but think, 'I've been reduced to a softie.' "Now you'll know if I suddenly develop hydrophobia."
Marik laughed a little and looked back at the pond. It was as if freak incidents only seemed to bring them closer. His reflection wavered slightly in the water as ripples formed from the softly blowing breeze. "Wait---" he said as he looked closer. It was his reflection--- it wasn't HIS.
Bakura looked up again, "What is it?"
"Huh?" Marik looked at Bakura then back at the water but the strange reflection had disappeared, replaced with Marik's. "Nothing. I'm just seeing things I guess."
--
Marik and Bakura returned home after that. And not too long after that happened, Ryou's father said his goodbyes and left as well. He never stayed too long.
Once again, Bakura and Marik were alone in the house.
"Marik, what is it?" Bakura asked. Marik had been strangely silent after they had gotten back from the school.
Marik looked up quickly, "Oh, nothing."
"Marik, you can't lie to me. I know that something is wrong."
"I'm just--- nervous about school that's all."
"Marik! Don't lie. Now what is it?" Bakura asked, then frowned, "Is it something you can't tell me?"
"No! It's just that--- I can't believe this. I had to have been seeing things."
"Seeing what? What did you see?"
"It was my reflection."
"What about it?" Bakura asked.
"Bakura, what did you tell me about seeing your 'other self' in reflections?"
"Anyone who has either a hikari or yami can see their "mirror image" in reflection created by water. Why? What does that have to do with anything?"
Marik took a deep breath and said, "When I looked into the water--- I saw Yami Marik."
---TBC---
grr--- an annoyingly short chapter. Please forgive me -_- I also screwed up with the whole Marik and Yami Marik thing. In this story I was originally gonna make it 'Malik' instead of 'Marik' but I must have gotten sidetracked or something. Now I have to call the 'evil' Marik 'Yami' Marik. How weird does that sound?
===Next Chapter: More lime--- between 2 unexpected people and -_- another run-in with the principal.
This story is getting close to the end. I think there's only around 2 to 3 chapters left.
On a more random note, at around 2AM, the phone rang at my house. Now I'm afraid to leave the computer room O.O
Please Review! Thanks A LOT for reading!
```AmethystRoze```
Oh yeah, No, they're not sleepwalking! I'm not that cruel! I said that I wouldn't make it anything completely "weird." Ehem, "stuff" actually is happening at night time. 'Mature' stuff! You know, *cracks up* sex! There, I said it, I thought I had made it clear earlier. It's happening though without either Bakura or Marik finding out O.o. Don't worry, you'll get it soon. Lol, *falls onto the ground* keep reading :)
Chapter 6
There was nothing Ryou could do. His father opened the door, turned on the light, and walked in.
"OH MY!"
Ryou inched away from the door. Just great, how was he going to explain this? 'Um, father, yes, my other self, wait, did I mention I had another self?, well, he uh, yeah, no, wait, um, that guy, he's um, my friend? Yeah, no, yes, and um, about him, well uh, it's actually my fault really,' he stopped.
"Ryou, get in here now!"
Ryou gulped, "Y-Yes father." He walked slowly into the room.
"Ryou, I love what you've done with this room! The colors, the arrangement! It's wonderful. Good job, my boy."
Ryou looked quickly at the bed. No one was there. He scanned the rest of the room, but found no one else in it.
"Well Ryou, let's go eat breakfast," his father said.
Ryou breathed a sigh of relief, "Alright father."
Both of them exited the room, with Ryou closing the door.
Marik slowly slid out from under the bed. Thank god that was over. He grabbed his clothes, quickly threw them on, and slinked over to the door. When he opened it and looked out, he saw Ryou and his father in the dining room right away. He quickly shut the door and walked over to the bed and practically fell back onto it.
'Why did I have to do that?' he thought as he slowly remembered the morning's events. 'What id he going to think of me now?'
"Heh, Heh, Heh, oh Marik, I wish you could see yourself. You're acting pathetic. Come on, this isn't your biggest problem right now."
Marik shot up. "Who said that?" He looked around, but there was no one there. "Who the heck keeps talking to me?"
The door opened and Ryou walked in. "Marik, how did you do that earlier?"
Marik looked at him questioningly, "do what?"
"Hide so well," he closed the door.
"I was under the bed, that's all."
Ryou sighed, "Well, my father has gone out to shop for a few things, so, you've got a while to do whatever you want with Bakura," he smiled.
"What are you saying!?" Marik asked.
"Oh nothing," he waved his hands in front of him. In a flash of light, Ryou was gone and Bakura stood in his place.
"Bakura, um, good morning--- again," Marik said and tried to suppress the blush that was spreading across his face. He was having no luck.
Bakura was going to say something negative, but stopped. "Yeah, good morning," he grumbled. What should he say?- 'Hi Marik, I don't want to admit it but, I think I'm falling in love with you.' Ha! Riiight. He was a cold hearted tomb-robber, nothing more. He would allow no one to change him, not even Marik, and there was only one way to do that--- by being mean to him. "Why are you looking at me like that you idiot?" he asked but immediately regretted it. 'No! I can't feel bad!'
Marik quickly looked away. How could he be so cruel? One minute he's on top of him and kissing him no less, and the next, he's acting like nothing happened. That was probably Bakura's solution to any problem--- ignore it.
Bakura sighed and walked over to Marik. "Come on, let's go get some breakfast."
Marik looked up at him with a surprised expression. "Alright."
Breakfast was--- interesting. Both Marik and Bakura kept stealing glances at each other and then quickly looking away.
Bakura kept musing on how wonderful it felt to finally kiss Marik. His skin was like soft petals, and just as delicate. He wanted to touch him again, if only for one moment, but he knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself if he did.
Marik was remembering the soft brush of Bakura's lips on his skin. Bakura had given away too much of himself. He had showed Marik that yes, he had a gentle side. It was in the way that he touched him- tenderly and also making sure that he didn't hurt him. Marik didn't understand. Him and Bakura, that had actually happened, and yet, they were acting like it hadn't. He just had to bring it up somehow.
"Bakura, what happened this morning?"
Bakura looked up from his cup, "What happened?" He sat back, "I was hoping you could tell me."
"It's not my fault," Marik said quickly.
"Who kissed who first?" Bakura asked.
Marik felt like disappearing. He had forgotten about that. "Bakura, I don't know why I did that," he said shamefully.
Bakura straightened up, "So you're saying this morning was just some freak accident?" He looked away while muttering, "Fine, I agree."
Marik looked at him with a shocked expression. How could he say that? He stood up and said sadly, "No, I guess it was a mistake." He sat his cup on the counter, grabbed his coat and left.
Bakura pushed his own cup aside and practically slammed his head on the table. 'Me and my big mouth.'
/That's exactly right! Bakura, why did you have to say that?/ Ryou asked.
Bakura mentally cursed. //Leave me alone.//
/Bakura, none of this madness will end unless you admit to your feelings./
//Admit to my feelings? Ha! That's easy for you to say Ryou. You don't have anyone that you care about so much it hurts. You have no idea what I'm going through.//
/Actually--- yes, I do. I've gone down this path once before Bakura. It's not an easy one. It takes time./
//You don't think I know that? And who have you "gone down this path before" with?//
/Um, no one in particular---/
//Obviously it is! Who is it Ryou?//
/I can't tell you./
Bakura cursed once again, but decided not to press the matter further--- for now. //I'm going out to find Marik.//
/Good luck./
--
Marik had wandered out to the school. As he looked around, he began to get an eerie feeling. Actually, the place had an overall scariness about it. It was that damned Principal. What was his deal anyways?
An attempt to stop thinking of Bakura failed when he remembered the way Bakura made him feel like so much at one moment and nothing the next.
"Marik, wait up!"
Marik stopped and turned unexpectedly to face Bakura. "What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I came to--- uh---," he stopped. 'I can't show him that I care, I just--- can't.' "I came to make sure you hadn't gone and done anything stupid."
Marik faced forward and continued walking. 'Figures.'
Bakura turned slightly and noticed that he was beside the pond. It let out it's usual glint and glimmer and Ryou's reflection stared back sadly.
//Ryou, don't say a word.//
Another person's reflection appeared in the water beside Ryou's.
/Bakura, watch out!/ Ryou yelled.
But it was too late.
In one quick movement, the stranger had struck the back of Bakura's head, knocking him out, and pushed him into the pond.
Marik heard the splash and quickly turned around. Bakura was nowhere to be seen.
"Bakura, this is no time to be joking around," he said as he spotted the pond.
Wait.
Bakura didn't joke.
Marik sped off in the direction of the pond and immediately stopped once he had reached its edge. The water was deep, making it impossible to see anything. Marik didn't have a choice. He dived into the water and swam until he had almost reached the bottom. Still, no sign of Bakura. He went all the way to the bottom and caught ahold of something--- Bakura. He took his chances and swam back up to the top, holding the limp body in his arms.
Marik pulled both himself and Bakura back onto the dry ground. Thank goodness, by some miracle, Bakura was still breathing. Marik gently tapped Bakura's face in an effort to wake him up.
"Bakura, come on," he said. "You have to wake up."
Bakura groaned for a moment but still didn't awaken.
"Bakura please," Marik urged.
Bakura slowly opened his eyes and looked up. The face he saw was angelic. "M-Marik?"
Marik smiled, "Yes, it's me. What happened Bakura?"
Bakura rubbed the back of his head. "S-Someone hit me, then pushed me into the water."
"Someone did this to you?" Marik asked.
"Well, I didn't do it to myself that's f-for sure."
Marik, who noticed Bakura was shivering, took off his coat and covered Bakura up with it. "It's pretty cold out here already. You should try and stay warm," he said and held Bakura close.
Bakura was going to resist, but couldn't really bring himself to do it. He was cold after all, but that wasn't the point. He wasn't supposed to be letting someone be so kind to him. It made him look--- weak.
Then Bakura remembered one very important fact: Marik had saved his life.
"Um Marik?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you--- for saving me," Bakura said.
Marik slightly smiled. "You're very welcome."
"You know, I really didn't need your help or anything."
Oh yeah, you really had the situation under control, didn't you."
Bakura pulled back slightly and smiled, "Yes, I planned on swimming back up any moment," he said and, after quickly getting cold again, snuggled back into Marik's embrace. He couldn't help but think, 'I've been reduced to a softie.' "Now you'll know if I suddenly develop hydrophobia."
Marik laughed a little and looked back at the pond. It was as if freak incidents only seemed to bring them closer. His reflection wavered slightly in the water as ripples formed from the softly blowing breeze. "Wait---" he said as he looked closer. It was his reflection--- it wasn't HIS.
Bakura looked up again, "What is it?"
"Huh?" Marik looked at Bakura then back at the water but the strange reflection had disappeared, replaced with Marik's. "Nothing. I'm just seeing things I guess."
--
Marik and Bakura returned home after that. And not too long after that happened, Ryou's father said his goodbyes and left as well. He never stayed too long.
Once again, Bakura and Marik were alone in the house.
"Marik, what is it?" Bakura asked. Marik had been strangely silent after they had gotten back from the school.
Marik looked up quickly, "Oh, nothing."
"Marik, you can't lie to me. I know that something is wrong."
"I'm just--- nervous about school that's all."
"Marik! Don't lie. Now what is it?" Bakura asked, then frowned, "Is it something you can't tell me?"
"No! It's just that--- I can't believe this. I had to have been seeing things."
"Seeing what? What did you see?"
"It was my reflection."
"What about it?" Bakura asked.
"Bakura, what did you tell me about seeing your 'other self' in reflections?"
"Anyone who has either a hikari or yami can see their "mirror image" in reflection created by water. Why? What does that have to do with anything?"
Marik took a deep breath and said, "When I looked into the water--- I saw Yami Marik."
---TBC---
grr--- an annoyingly short chapter. Please forgive me -_- I also screwed up with the whole Marik and Yami Marik thing. In this story I was originally gonna make it 'Malik' instead of 'Marik' but I must have gotten sidetracked or something. Now I have to call the 'evil' Marik 'Yami' Marik. How weird does that sound?
===Next Chapter: More lime--- between 2 unexpected people and -_- another run-in with the principal.
This story is getting close to the end. I think there's only around 2 to 3 chapters left.
On a more random note, at around 2AM, the phone rang at my house. Now I'm afraid to leave the computer room O.O
Please Review! Thanks A LOT for reading!
```AmethystRoze```