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Gomen! I'll do my best to update as soon as possible. Anyways, on to the
next chapter, once more this will be in our beloved Ryou's POV.
Warnings: Yaoi between Malik/Ryou, and very slight between Bakura/Marik. Remember Malik is the yami and Marik is the hikari. *************************************************************** *************************************** The next morning when I woke up, I lay in bed and stared up at the plain white ceiling. Should I go to the Ishtar's today? I mean I have been going everyday for a month and maybe their tired of me being there all the time. Maybe I should stay home and do.nothing. I'll find something to do. As I was running a brush through my tangled locks I smile sadly at my reflection. Except for the hair length difference, I look exactly like mom. She had the same sad eyes and the silvery hair. She was pale too, but she was beautiful. I was just plain with my looks. Just everything wasn't right on my face, it was just all plain. (A/N I don't mean it!!!) Not mom, she was beautiful. When I was a little boy, I used to think she was an angel. It made me so proud, because I had an angel for a mother. Except when she died, I realized she couldn't be an angel, because you see angels don't die. I twirl a lock of hair in my fingers and stare hard at my reflection. I think I look too much like mom. Yes, too much. You see I think that's why father hates to be home, why he never looks me in the eye, why he always seems to tear up when he looks at me. I wonder if father reminisces about Amane, like the way I reminisce about mother when he looks in the mirror. I mean Amane always did look exactly like father, the same bluish hair and the brown eyes. Well I think everybody has brown eye in the Bakura family. I'm beginning to think it's a curse. But anyways, it doesn't matter; I doubt he looks in the mirror anymore. I know I barely do, I mean the only mirror in this house is in the bathroom. I've learned to hate mirrors with a passion. Just one peek sends me into a million flashbacks and memories. All too painful memories that reminds of what I no longer have. I remember when Bakura first noticed we didn't have any mirrors in this house. He thought it was strange to have only one mirror even though he didn't ask, I think he figured it out. It's not that really hard, all you have to do is take a peak at our family portrait and see how much we all look like one parent. Even though I hate mirrors, it seems that pictures hold a different meaning. I have so many pictures all over the house; everywhere you go you can see pictures of the good times. Good times when we were all together and happy. I sigh and walk back to my room, thinking of the better times I had. I'm too deep into my past that I don't hear the phone ring for awhile. Of course a good smack from walking into the wall cured that. Rubbing my poor forehead I ran to get the phone before the machine did.
"Moshi-moshi?"
"Ryou?
I feel my eyes widen as I hear the all too familiar soft yet confident voice. It can't be, you of all people? I realize that I've been silent for awhile now and your still on the phone.
"Malik?"
"Ummm.hi?"
"Oh um gomen, I didn't expect you to call."
I feel incredibly lame and very very stupid. Or as Bakura likes to put it, "You just redefined the meaning of baka, Ryou"
"Well, um.Bakura called last night. Wanted to make sure you were coming, that's all."
"Oh, I thought I might not come over today."
"Why? Is something wrong?"
The sudden concern in your voice catch's me off guard. I feel myself smile despite the fact you can't see me. Then scowl at myself for thinking too much of it. He probably only thinks of you as his friend, if even. Well you can always hope right? The little optimistic voice calls out in my head. Oh shut up. Oh kami! I'm having a conversation with myself! Wait, Malik's still on the other line! Maybe I should answer now. I can imagine you looking at the phone weird waiting for me to answer it.
"No, it's just that, I've spent so much time at your house, I though maybe you would want some time to your self."
I hear a pause, was I right then? Was I spending too much time at your house?
"You don't bother us Ryou. What made you think that?"
The little voices in my head.
"How about I come over then? Hn? Marik's kinda busy anyways and I haven't been able to know you that well, so how about we spend some time together? How about I come over and bother you today?"
I have to laugh at this. At least he has good humor.
"Okay."
"Good, I'll see you soon then. Ja."
"Ja."
I hang up and jump up in ecstasy. Malik of all peo-er spirits, wants to know me better! I can't get rid of the smile on my face as it threatens to split my face. And here I though he never paid any attention to me! Ha told you so you little pessimistic voice in my head I talk to! See you were wrong! Hahahahahaha! Okay maybe I should calm down a bit, I mean I'm laughing at an imaginary voice in my head. Hm.isn't talking to your self the first signs of insanity? Well, insanity is anger put to good use I guess. Okay, maybe I really should calm down now. I mean he's just coming over, it's not like he likes me more then a friend. Don't you dare start in there again! I yell silently at my thoughts. I let my mind wander over the living room. Soon it rests on the grand baby piano, my mother's most prized possession. Yeah, music is said to calm the beast, or in this case random voices in my head. I sit on the overly polished bench and let my hands rest on the shiny white and black keys. Now, what's a soothing song I can play? Oh, I know! How about Pachabel's cannon in D? Yeah, I like that song. At the first chord of the song, I feel my soul become lulled by the gentle music. I feel myself being spirited away as the calming effects of the song take a hold of my body. I can almost feel my mother's presence next to me, smiling down at me as she too hums along with her favorite tune. *************************************************************** *************************************** So that's the end of the chapter yay! No, Ryou is not insane, he's just having a conversation with well, I guess you could call it his good side and bad side really. It's not really important, just some comic relief. Anyways, the next chapter will be in Malik's POV, so please read and review! Until the next chapter, Ja ne ^_^!
Warnings: Yaoi between Malik/Ryou, and very slight between Bakura/Marik. Remember Malik is the yami and Marik is the hikari. *************************************************************** *************************************** The next morning when I woke up, I lay in bed and stared up at the plain white ceiling. Should I go to the Ishtar's today? I mean I have been going everyday for a month and maybe their tired of me being there all the time. Maybe I should stay home and do.nothing. I'll find something to do. As I was running a brush through my tangled locks I smile sadly at my reflection. Except for the hair length difference, I look exactly like mom. She had the same sad eyes and the silvery hair. She was pale too, but she was beautiful. I was just plain with my looks. Just everything wasn't right on my face, it was just all plain. (A/N I don't mean it!!!) Not mom, she was beautiful. When I was a little boy, I used to think she was an angel. It made me so proud, because I had an angel for a mother. Except when she died, I realized she couldn't be an angel, because you see angels don't die. I twirl a lock of hair in my fingers and stare hard at my reflection. I think I look too much like mom. Yes, too much. You see I think that's why father hates to be home, why he never looks me in the eye, why he always seems to tear up when he looks at me. I wonder if father reminisces about Amane, like the way I reminisce about mother when he looks in the mirror. I mean Amane always did look exactly like father, the same bluish hair and the brown eyes. Well I think everybody has brown eye in the Bakura family. I'm beginning to think it's a curse. But anyways, it doesn't matter; I doubt he looks in the mirror anymore. I know I barely do, I mean the only mirror in this house is in the bathroom. I've learned to hate mirrors with a passion. Just one peek sends me into a million flashbacks and memories. All too painful memories that reminds of what I no longer have. I remember when Bakura first noticed we didn't have any mirrors in this house. He thought it was strange to have only one mirror even though he didn't ask, I think he figured it out. It's not that really hard, all you have to do is take a peak at our family portrait and see how much we all look like one parent. Even though I hate mirrors, it seems that pictures hold a different meaning. I have so many pictures all over the house; everywhere you go you can see pictures of the good times. Good times when we were all together and happy. I sigh and walk back to my room, thinking of the better times I had. I'm too deep into my past that I don't hear the phone ring for awhile. Of course a good smack from walking into the wall cured that. Rubbing my poor forehead I ran to get the phone before the machine did.
"Moshi-moshi?"
"Ryou?
I feel my eyes widen as I hear the all too familiar soft yet confident voice. It can't be, you of all people? I realize that I've been silent for awhile now and your still on the phone.
"Malik?"
"Ummm.hi?"
"Oh um gomen, I didn't expect you to call."
I feel incredibly lame and very very stupid. Or as Bakura likes to put it, "You just redefined the meaning of baka, Ryou"
"Well, um.Bakura called last night. Wanted to make sure you were coming, that's all."
"Oh, I thought I might not come over today."
"Why? Is something wrong?"
The sudden concern in your voice catch's me off guard. I feel myself smile despite the fact you can't see me. Then scowl at myself for thinking too much of it. He probably only thinks of you as his friend, if even. Well you can always hope right? The little optimistic voice calls out in my head. Oh shut up. Oh kami! I'm having a conversation with myself! Wait, Malik's still on the other line! Maybe I should answer now. I can imagine you looking at the phone weird waiting for me to answer it.
"No, it's just that, I've spent so much time at your house, I though maybe you would want some time to your self."
I hear a pause, was I right then? Was I spending too much time at your house?
"You don't bother us Ryou. What made you think that?"
The little voices in my head.
"How about I come over then? Hn? Marik's kinda busy anyways and I haven't been able to know you that well, so how about we spend some time together? How about I come over and bother you today?"
I have to laugh at this. At least he has good humor.
"Okay."
"Good, I'll see you soon then. Ja."
"Ja."
I hang up and jump up in ecstasy. Malik of all peo-er spirits, wants to know me better! I can't get rid of the smile on my face as it threatens to split my face. And here I though he never paid any attention to me! Ha told you so you little pessimistic voice in my head I talk to! See you were wrong! Hahahahahaha! Okay maybe I should calm down a bit, I mean I'm laughing at an imaginary voice in my head. Hm.isn't talking to your self the first signs of insanity? Well, insanity is anger put to good use I guess. Okay, maybe I really should calm down now. I mean he's just coming over, it's not like he likes me more then a friend. Don't you dare start in there again! I yell silently at my thoughts. I let my mind wander over the living room. Soon it rests on the grand baby piano, my mother's most prized possession. Yeah, music is said to calm the beast, or in this case random voices in my head. I sit on the overly polished bench and let my hands rest on the shiny white and black keys. Now, what's a soothing song I can play? Oh, I know! How about Pachabel's cannon in D? Yeah, I like that song. At the first chord of the song, I feel my soul become lulled by the gentle music. I feel myself being spirited away as the calming effects of the song take a hold of my body. I can almost feel my mother's presence next to me, smiling down at me as she too hums along with her favorite tune. *************************************************************** *************************************** So that's the end of the chapter yay! No, Ryou is not insane, he's just having a conversation with well, I guess you could call it his good side and bad side really. It's not really important, just some comic relief. Anyways, the next chapter will be in Malik's POV, so please read and review! Until the next chapter, Ja ne ^_^!