Hey people, I know it's been a really long time, and I'm so sorry! Please
forgive me, but I was working on my other fic's like the sign of the seer.
So anyways, this fic will be in Malik's POV and as a recap he was going to
visit Ryou. Well here he comes and on with the fic!
Hay-chan, Anime fan: Thanks! As for getting to know each other better? Nothing yet, but it will happen in the future!
Woodelf193: Thanks!
CopyCat4: Sorry about the delay in the update!
Aurora of the Moon: Thanks!
Autumns dusk: I did continue!
Darkgarden13: Don't worry I won't ditch this story! I like it too much, and yeah there needs to be more Malik/Ryou pairings out there.
BakaNeko-chan: Thanks! Good to know you like my work!
Warnings: Yaoi between Ryou and Malik with hints of Bakura and Marik. (Remember Malik is the yami and Marik is the hikari)
Starts off with Malik's POV and will switch to around a bit. *************************************************************** *************************************** I look up at the cloudless sky. It's odd to think that just yesterday it was flashing lightening and roaring thunder. It's amazing to see how nature can change moods so easily. I liked it better when it was flashing with lightening and thunder, it's more exciting then the boring clear day with fluffy clouds drifting lazily about. Shifting my gaze away from the sky above me I concentrate on getting to your house.
I wonder what made you think you were bothering us. I mean my hikari definatly enjoys your company and I can't say I don't, even if I don't really talk to you. It's just your mere presence that's comforting. With a sigh I let my hand run through my hair and I blink as I find myself in front of your door already. With a slight hesitation I knock softly on the door hoping that I'm not interrupting anything. After waiting a bit it's quite obvious that you're not coming out so I knock harder but still no answer. I try opening the door to find it open. I can't help but smile at your obliviousness to such things.
Stepping inside I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I hear the faintest tunes of a sweet melody and automatically think that you left the radio on. Stepping inside to the living room I can't help but blink. It's you! Sitting on the polished seat of the piano as your milky fingers dart over the ivory gleaming keys, silvery head bent and eyes half laden. Such beauty, such tranquility! I can feel my breath temporarily stop at the sight of you. The graceful curve of your back is traced by the sun spilling out from the window and I can see those full lips of yours curve up into a gentle smile as if smiling at someone or something. Oh and the sound! The heavenly sound made by you! I can't describe it; it's as if the Gods have lent their power to you to produce such beauty! All I can do is just lean against the wall and drink in the rich luscious sounds of the piano as I study your figure.
(Ryou) The piano always brought along with it's songs a sense of peace for me, always. After mother had passed away this was the only thing that was left to us that reminded me of her, well other then my features but like I said we have no mirrors. With a sigh I run my fingers through my thick mane of hair and flex my fingers. Father had tried to lock it away but I pried it open after he left, he noticed when he came back but he never says anything about it. I don't think he cares anymore.
"You play well."
Whipping around I see you lounging by the wall, arms crossed and dusky eyes staring at me with your usual sense of dreaminess. I can feel a blush paint my cheeks as I look down at the polished surface of the bench.
"Thank you."
"I only state the truth. I hope you don't mind, but your door was open and when I knocked you didn't answer."
Did I not lock the door? Great, I feel incredibly stupid now, how could I forget that?! Oh well, no harm done. Looking up I nod and get up.
"Please sit, would you like some tea?"
You shrug and I take that as a yes. I scurry over to the kitchen and set the kettle to boil. Taking out some fresh fruits I have around I cut them and place them into a spare bowl like a fruit salad. I can't help it if I'm a health nut, after staying with my yami and his raw meat eating habits it tends to turn me away from meat. Letting the scalding water stream into the mugs I add a drop of honey to the murky surface and mix it thoroughly. Balancing it all on a tray I set it on the coffee table, watching you study one of the many pictures that adorn the room. With a small smile you take the mug and sip it quietly.
"I hope you don't mind honey in it."
With an odd smile you just continue to drink it...okay I guess he doesn't mind. Taking my own cup I let the sweetened liquid flow smoothly down my throat.
"When was this?"
I peer over to see the picture he was studying and I can't help but smile. There I am with sweet little Amane and a fish caught in her hands, both of us dripping wet and laughing our head off.
"Awhile ago, it was after mother died. Father was still with us then, anyways we went to the park and Amane wanted to prove that you could catch fishes with your hands and well...she did."
I smile as I remember the day.
//Flashback// "Ryou look at all the fishes!"
"Pretty aren't they?"
"Yeah, let's catch them and show them to daddy!"
"But Mane, you can't catch fishes with your hands!"
"Can too!"
A loud resounding splash echoes throughout the park as both children tumble into the pond with their father hurrying to see if their okay only to find both kids laughing at the fish caught in between Amane's hands, scales flashing in the sun as the father takes out a camera and quickly takes a picture. //End flashback//
I let a small sad laugh bubble from my throat as I remember her smile and more importantly my father's smile. Letting out a little sigh I set my mug down and absentmindedly rub my scar. I do it often; it's like a comforting thing for me. I shake away the thoughts and focus on you for now. I see your dusky eyes studying me intently and suddenly I feel quite exposed for some reason. With a little quirk of the eye brows you take my hand in yours and I can immediately feel the heat rushing to my cheeks. Slowly you turn my hand around so it's palm up and then I start to pull away, but too late. With oddly smooth fingers I can feel you brush across the jagged scar. I shiver slightly and look at my lap.
"When did you do this?"
"When I first got the ring."
With a small sigh you let go and I pull my sleeve over my wrist.
"Why?"
(Malik) I feel scared seeing that pale scar around your wrist, it's so unbefitting. I can see your large orbs staring intently at the floor.
"Well it seemed like the right thing to do then. I was really unhappy because my father was never home, my mother and sister both died, and nobody could care less if I dropped dead."
"What about Bakura?"
A small wry smile tugs at your lips and beautiful eyes have an odd blank quality about them
"I though he was a hallucination. I though I was losing it."
I can feel the cold grips of horror chill me to the bone.
"I still think about it sometimes...I sometimes think about what would of happened if Bakura didn't come in and I died...would I be with my mother and Amane? Or would I be in hell for sinning?"
Impulsively I grab at your wrist and gently cradle it. I can see surprise written on your face.
"If you had died you wouldn't be here, and if you weren't here Marik wouldn't be here, and if Marik wasn't here I wouldn't be here...you know Ryou, you're the one that really pulled Marik into the good side and if Marik wasn't on the good side neither would I...I mean it."
I can see emotion creep into those large heartfelt eyes once more.
"I'm sorry."
I let a small smile adorn my face and I gently place a small kiss on your pale milky cheek.
"Never think nobody cares about you because we do and nothing will change that." *************************************************************** ************************************** Fluff! Sorry if it really sucked and sorry for not updating since ever. I'll try to keep this story going as well, so please read and review people! Thanks! Ja until the next chapter, which hopefully won't' be that long away...^_^
Hay-chan, Anime fan: Thanks! As for getting to know each other better? Nothing yet, but it will happen in the future!
Woodelf193: Thanks!
CopyCat4: Sorry about the delay in the update!
Aurora of the Moon: Thanks!
Autumns dusk: I did continue!
Darkgarden13: Don't worry I won't ditch this story! I like it too much, and yeah there needs to be more Malik/Ryou pairings out there.
BakaNeko-chan: Thanks! Good to know you like my work!
Warnings: Yaoi between Ryou and Malik with hints of Bakura and Marik. (Remember Malik is the yami and Marik is the hikari)
Starts off with Malik's POV and will switch to around a bit. *************************************************************** *************************************** I look up at the cloudless sky. It's odd to think that just yesterday it was flashing lightening and roaring thunder. It's amazing to see how nature can change moods so easily. I liked it better when it was flashing with lightening and thunder, it's more exciting then the boring clear day with fluffy clouds drifting lazily about. Shifting my gaze away from the sky above me I concentrate on getting to your house.
I wonder what made you think you were bothering us. I mean my hikari definatly enjoys your company and I can't say I don't, even if I don't really talk to you. It's just your mere presence that's comforting. With a sigh I let my hand run through my hair and I blink as I find myself in front of your door already. With a slight hesitation I knock softly on the door hoping that I'm not interrupting anything. After waiting a bit it's quite obvious that you're not coming out so I knock harder but still no answer. I try opening the door to find it open. I can't help but smile at your obliviousness to such things.
Stepping inside I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I hear the faintest tunes of a sweet melody and automatically think that you left the radio on. Stepping inside to the living room I can't help but blink. It's you! Sitting on the polished seat of the piano as your milky fingers dart over the ivory gleaming keys, silvery head bent and eyes half laden. Such beauty, such tranquility! I can feel my breath temporarily stop at the sight of you. The graceful curve of your back is traced by the sun spilling out from the window and I can see those full lips of yours curve up into a gentle smile as if smiling at someone or something. Oh and the sound! The heavenly sound made by you! I can't describe it; it's as if the Gods have lent their power to you to produce such beauty! All I can do is just lean against the wall and drink in the rich luscious sounds of the piano as I study your figure.
(Ryou) The piano always brought along with it's songs a sense of peace for me, always. After mother had passed away this was the only thing that was left to us that reminded me of her, well other then my features but like I said we have no mirrors. With a sigh I run my fingers through my thick mane of hair and flex my fingers. Father had tried to lock it away but I pried it open after he left, he noticed when he came back but he never says anything about it. I don't think he cares anymore.
"You play well."
Whipping around I see you lounging by the wall, arms crossed and dusky eyes staring at me with your usual sense of dreaminess. I can feel a blush paint my cheeks as I look down at the polished surface of the bench.
"Thank you."
"I only state the truth. I hope you don't mind, but your door was open and when I knocked you didn't answer."
Did I not lock the door? Great, I feel incredibly stupid now, how could I forget that?! Oh well, no harm done. Looking up I nod and get up.
"Please sit, would you like some tea?"
You shrug and I take that as a yes. I scurry over to the kitchen and set the kettle to boil. Taking out some fresh fruits I have around I cut them and place them into a spare bowl like a fruit salad. I can't help it if I'm a health nut, after staying with my yami and his raw meat eating habits it tends to turn me away from meat. Letting the scalding water stream into the mugs I add a drop of honey to the murky surface and mix it thoroughly. Balancing it all on a tray I set it on the coffee table, watching you study one of the many pictures that adorn the room. With a small smile you take the mug and sip it quietly.
"I hope you don't mind honey in it."
With an odd smile you just continue to drink it...okay I guess he doesn't mind. Taking my own cup I let the sweetened liquid flow smoothly down my throat.
"When was this?"
I peer over to see the picture he was studying and I can't help but smile. There I am with sweet little Amane and a fish caught in her hands, both of us dripping wet and laughing our head off.
"Awhile ago, it was after mother died. Father was still with us then, anyways we went to the park and Amane wanted to prove that you could catch fishes with your hands and well...she did."
I smile as I remember the day.
//Flashback// "Ryou look at all the fishes!"
"Pretty aren't they?"
"Yeah, let's catch them and show them to daddy!"
"But Mane, you can't catch fishes with your hands!"
"Can too!"
A loud resounding splash echoes throughout the park as both children tumble into the pond with their father hurrying to see if their okay only to find both kids laughing at the fish caught in between Amane's hands, scales flashing in the sun as the father takes out a camera and quickly takes a picture. //End flashback//
I let a small sad laugh bubble from my throat as I remember her smile and more importantly my father's smile. Letting out a little sigh I set my mug down and absentmindedly rub my scar. I do it often; it's like a comforting thing for me. I shake away the thoughts and focus on you for now. I see your dusky eyes studying me intently and suddenly I feel quite exposed for some reason. With a little quirk of the eye brows you take my hand in yours and I can immediately feel the heat rushing to my cheeks. Slowly you turn my hand around so it's palm up and then I start to pull away, but too late. With oddly smooth fingers I can feel you brush across the jagged scar. I shiver slightly and look at my lap.
"When did you do this?"
"When I first got the ring."
With a small sigh you let go and I pull my sleeve over my wrist.
"Why?"
(Malik) I feel scared seeing that pale scar around your wrist, it's so unbefitting. I can see your large orbs staring intently at the floor.
"Well it seemed like the right thing to do then. I was really unhappy because my father was never home, my mother and sister both died, and nobody could care less if I dropped dead."
"What about Bakura?"
A small wry smile tugs at your lips and beautiful eyes have an odd blank quality about them
"I though he was a hallucination. I though I was losing it."
I can feel the cold grips of horror chill me to the bone.
"I still think about it sometimes...I sometimes think about what would of happened if Bakura didn't come in and I died...would I be with my mother and Amane? Or would I be in hell for sinning?"
Impulsively I grab at your wrist and gently cradle it. I can see surprise written on your face.
"If you had died you wouldn't be here, and if you weren't here Marik wouldn't be here, and if Marik wasn't here I wouldn't be here...you know Ryou, you're the one that really pulled Marik into the good side and if Marik wasn't on the good side neither would I...I mean it."
I can see emotion creep into those large heartfelt eyes once more.
"I'm sorry."
I let a small smile adorn my face and I gently place a small kiss on your pale milky cheek.
"Never think nobody cares about you because we do and nothing will change that." *************************************************************** ************************************** Fluff! Sorry if it really sucked and sorry for not updating since ever. I'll try to keep this story going as well, so please read and review people! Thanks! Ja until the next chapter, which hopefully won't' be that long away...^_^