Clash
by Lethe Seraph
Chapter Six: Confessions to the Other
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Beware the run-on sentences and odd/overdone use of semicolons and commas. -_-;;
But enjoy! ^_^ ::glomps::
Sorry to end things with a semicliffie, but it was getting long and the night late…
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How can I find out?
How can I find out what is going through his head?
Words are too flimsy, and his pride too strong; he will deny any questions I ask of him.
Only one way comes to my mind.
Shall I use it?
Of course.
I am the tomb robber, after all.
If there is any opportunity, then it is there for my use.
This way, I will obtain the answers I yearn for.
He won't know what hit him.
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"Damn it," said Bakura, voice quiet, still in his strange suggestive position on top of Malik. "I want to know why you act this way towards me."
What could he do?!
"What way is that?" Malik attempted to remain composed, calm-voiced. Was he being too obvious? Could Bakura see through him?
Could he…
Malik gazed up into the confused blood-red irises, knowing that this could full well be the last time he would be able to see them so close.
Suddenly, Bakura smirked, and Malik was brought out of his daze. "What…?" he began, before-
Bakura leaned down and kissed Malik.
Stunned – was Bakura really kissing him? – Malik couldn't move.
He memorized the sensation, so soft and demanding, yielding, sweet; painful in the confusion it brought; the yearning, hunger, sadness and impossibly overwhelming ecstatic joy for which there was no comparison – texture smooth, only slightly chapped, but that made the feeling so much more real…
Malik's lips were brought apart by a forceful tongue, and his body finally reacted.
He moaned softly and tangled his fingers in Bakura's hair, returning the kiss with all of his ability.
It seemed to last forever, that kiss, and Malik would never forget the feeling.
They finally broke apart. With the loss of contact, Malik's senses returned to him, and his eyes grew wide. "Bakura…. you…"
"I…?" Bakura's lidded eyes were strangely seductive; Malik wanted to kiss him again.
"You… kissed me," he managed through pounding heart and quickened breath.
Bakura smirked again. "So it wasn't just a dare, was it, Malik?"
His breath caught in his throat. What did it mean? Bakura hadn't known? Was that why…?
"What do you mean?" said Malik faintly.
"You kissed me back."
"You started it," said Malik. He sounded so childish. He was a fool, wasn't he?
"You didn't push me away," said Bakura plainly. "You kissed me in the restaurant. You spared my life."
Well, if he hadn't figured it out before, he certainly had now.
"Bakura, I… I wasn't… don't think…" he stammered – what was he doing? He could confess now and be done with it. He was so afraid…
A strange smile touched upon his pale face.
He reminded Malik of an angel… a fallen angel, perhaps – white hair, pale face, but spirit so entangled in shadow - "I wasn't, you know, I… just… caught up in the moment…" Dark, light, beautiful in simplicity – so complex, so confusing. Why couldn't he just say it?
"Malik," he said – Malik was thrown into even greater turmoil-joy-amazement at the use of his name – "just say it."
"But…" said Malik. His voice dropped to a whisper, overwhelmed. "I don't know what your feelings are."
Bakura touched his forehead to Malik's and sighed, looking directly into the violet eyes. "You, Malik-baka, are afraid."
"No, really?!" cried Malik, jumping to his feet. "How can I not be afraid?! I don't want to be alone, I don't want you to reject me, and here you are giving me that goddamned look that makes me want to-"
Bakura rose from his position on the floor to stand facing Malik. He was silent.
In that silence, Malik realized what he had said. He buried his face in his hands. "Gods… I am such a fool…"
"You aren't," said Bakura. "Just tell me everything. Let it out."
Malik swallowed, and looked at Bakura defiantly. "Fine. Do you really want to hear?" Do I want to know what you think?
"I do," he replied, brushing a strand of bright hair out of his face. "Why else would I ask?"
"Fine," repeated Malik. "Bakura, tomb robber, spirit of the Millennium Ring…"
His expression didn't change. He just watched Malik, listening, even though it was completely obvious now.
"Bakura, I am in love with you."
A pale hand reached up to Malik's face-
-and slapped him.
It hurt.
"Wha…?!" Then Malik noticed.
The boy's eyes… when had they changed?
"What are you doing in my house?" The voice. Not the thief's. It was too … polite.
"I…" began Malik, searching his mind hastily for an explanation. "Uh, I…"
The innocent chocolate eyes widened in fear. "Get out of my house."
"Don't tell me you don't remember-"
"Remember what? I was at school…!" Then something clicked, and the light sank to the carpet – the same spot where, a moment ago, his darker half had been probing the insides of Malik's mouth. "You were with him," said the boy numbly.
"I'm kind of… his friend," explained Malik. "You know about him?"
Ryou nodded. "But it's hard… I can't remember… what happens when he takes over."
Malik was curious. "What's it like?"
"Dark, misty. I can't feel…" He shrugged it off. "It's more like I'm asleep than anything else. I have a question now."
"All right," said Malik edgily.
"When you said that you were in love with me, you were talking to 'him', weren't you?"
Malik blushed. As painful as it was to admit to the spirit himself, this was something else altogether. "I…"
Ryou smiled encouragingly. "It'll feel better if you tell me, you know."
"Okay," Malik nodded. It was only fair. "I was. I do love him. I think of him all the time, but it was so hard for me to say it..."
"What's he like?"
Malik blinked in surprise. "What's he like?" he repeated. "Um… he's…"
He drew in a breath. "He's sarcastic. Sharp-witted. He has a tendency to play with spoons when he's bored. He's kind of frightening if he's mad at you, but if you know him well, then you can tease him without getting killed. He loves competition." Malik smiled slightly. "He has crimson eyes, but the same hair that you have. He's… beautiful…" He trailed off.
"Sounds nice…"
"But why are you here?" said Malik.
Ryou thought. "I have a theory, but it may not have basis in fact," he warned.
"Go ahead," said Malik.
"Perhaps, when you were about to confess to him, he was so overwhelmed that his grip on my body weakened and I unconsciously took over," suggested Ryou.
Malik began laughing. "That would only happen if he actually felt something for me!"
Ryou smiled.
"…You think he does?"
"I wouldn't know," said Ryou innocently. "But have you done anything that would imply it?"
An embarrassed pause. "I kissed him."
"And what happened?"
"…He invited me here?"
"There you go," said Ryou.
He couldn't possibly…?
No…
…why would he love me…?
"I'm going to see if there's a way to get him back out here," said Ryou cheerfully, closing his eyes.
"Wait-"
The eyes opened again, the bright crimson that he loved so.
"I'm back."
