The Caged Rose
Disclaimer: I'm afraid YGO still doesn't belong to me. Sorry guys. No sexy boys making out on TV today.
Pairings: Malik/Ryou, Bakura/Marik. Some others later on.
Warnings/Other: Yaoi, Yuri, angst, school-fic, maybe some OOC, completely disreguards story line.
Summary: Ryou is a depressed yet caring loner who just wants some love. Malik is a popular, 'egotistical' honours student. Malik has a secret crush on Ryou, whose trust is literally impossible to gain. The rest is up to fate when they bump into eachother in the halls. YAOI, YURI.
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Before Ryou had an adequate chance to respond, Malik shook his head and waved his hand to get Marik and Bakura's attention. Once he had sucsessfully got his older brother and said older brother's boyfriend to look in his direction, he drew them over to his bedside with a flick of his wrist. "Hey, guys? Can you leave for a second, please? I want to talk to Ry... alone."
Ryou's eyebrow arched curiously at use of the nickname "Ry." His father had called him that years ago, now that he thought of it.
"But Malik-" Marik started, sending a less-than-friendly glare in Ryou's direction.
Malik's tone become softer than before, "Please, brother. This means a lot to me."
Bakura nodded to Malik and led Marik out of the room, lacing his fingers with the spiky-haired Egyptian's. The door closed behind them with a 'click'ing sound, and Malik turned his attention back to the boy with silver hair sitting beside him.
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"Malik?" Ryou asked, broken. "I... I'm so sorry... This was never supposed to happen..." He shook his head, "Damnit, it's all my fault you're even here in the first place. I'll understand if you want me to go away now..." Ryou reluctantly let go of Malik's hand and motioned to rise to his feet.
"Hey, hold on a second," Malik said, carefully sitting up. Pain shot through his abdomen and chest, but he ignored the excrutiating pain as best he could. He hunched over and reached out for Ryou's hand. "I don't want you to leave. I want you to stay with me." He pulled Ryou's figure closer to him, until Ryou was almost sitting on his lap. Resting his chin on Ryou's shoulder, he slowly wrapped his arms around the boy's slight frame, subconsiously claiming him as his.
Ryou stiffened and tensed his shoulders as Malik's arms snaked around his waist. The feeling of being held so tenderly gave him a sense of security, a kind of feeling he hadn't even thought of in ages. "Malik...?" He felt Malik's breath on his neck, "I... There's something I have to tell you," Despite his desire to feel this comforting touch, he gently untangled himself from Malik's embrace. Already he missed the warm, safe feeling the hug had provided as he stood facing Malik, tears stinging the backs of his eyes.
"What d'you have to tell me, Ry?" Malik asked, amethyst eyes shining with concern.
A tear began to streak its' way down Ryou's face, and he jerked his body around, so that his back was facing Malik. His shoulders shook momentarily before he spoke. "It can't ever be."
Malik blinked, "What can't ever be?"
"You... Me... 'Us...'"
"Oh..." A frown crossed the Egyptian's face. "You don't 'swing that way?'"
He fought down the blush that rose in his cheeks, even though he knew Malik couldn't see it. "Th-that's not it,"
"I'm not your type? You have someone already?"
"No..."
"Then what's wrong, Ry-chan?"
Silence, as a shudder passed over Ryou's frame. "I-I can't say. Just please, Malik... I'm sorry. More sorry than I've ever been." He dried his eyes and turned back around, half wanting to slip his usual mask of indifference back on, but knowing the situation was too far gone to try and hide behind his walls anymore. "I'll try to come and visit you if I can..."
"Wait, Ryou, what's going on? What happened?"
A shake of the head, and Ryou left the room. He pushed past Marik and Bakura, keeping his eyes on the floor. Still, he didn't dare look at Marik after the other had nearly slammed him head-first into the wall of Malik's hospital room. Once he made it past Marik and Bakura, he began his path down to the main lobby on the ground level. Ryou found a comfortable- looking chair that was thankfully unoccupied, and crawled into it, curling into a ball and wrapping his arms around his knees.
//
Once Ryou had left Malik's hopsital room, Marik rushed inside and took Ryou's old spot beside his brother's bed. Malik was still pale underneath the dark complexion of his skin, but at least the sixteen-year-old was concious and sitting up. "What did you do to Ryou?" Malik asked the older Ishtar brother, mild resentment in his eyes.
"What?" Marik asked, shooting a curious glance at Bakura. "I didn't do anything to him." Said the spiky-haired Egyptian.
Malik's eyes narrowed. "You must have, Marik. He was acting really strangely."
Marik parted his lips as he prepared a comeback, but Bakura interrupted him. "He overreacted a bit," a pause. "Ryou took it kind of harshly." The glare Bakura got from Marik failed to faze him as Malik grew angry with his brother.
"Marik, why do you hate Ryou so much? You know how I feel about him,"
"I /know/ how you feel about him," Marik snapped, "But it is because of him that I almost lost my little brother."
"And since when do you care? You're always out with Bakura, or that Kaiba friend of yours."
"Seto," Marik corrected.
A sigh. "That's not important. You wouldn't understand. You're never home anymore. I know Bakura means a lot to you, and he is a great guy, but what about saying goodnight to me like you used to? Or helping me with homework I don't understand? Or just being my brother?"
Marik remained silent as he contemplated Malik's words. Those words were correct. Lately, all time to spare had been devoted to spending time with Bakura or Seto, or even both sometimes. Bakura stepped up behind Marik and slid an arm around the slightly shorter boy's waist.
"Marik," Bakura said quietly, "Why don't you settle this another time? Your brother is in the hospital. When he's out and healthy again, you can discuss this, but as for now just leave it be. I'm going to go find Ryou and see if he's alright, for your brother's sake." His pale arm left Marik's waist as he nodded to Malik and exited, leaving an angry and awkward silence between the two Egyptians.
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Footsteps echoed throughout the hospital lobby as Bakura absentmindedly searched for Ryou. Finally, he found the boy hunched over in a large chair, shoulders shaking slightly. Gently, he reached out and tapped the boy's shoulder.
"What?" the silver-haired youth asked as his red, tearstained eyes met Bakura's almost lazily confident brown orbs.
"You okay, kid?" Bakura asked as Ryou wiped at his tears.
"Y-yeah, I'll be alright."
"Good."
Silence reigned over the next few moments until it was dethroned by Ryou. "D'you think Malik will be okay?"
Bakura shrugged. "That depends on the quality of the doctors taking care of him." Noticing the subtle glare he received from the boy who looked so much like him, Bakura continued, "Of course, for your and Marik's sake I'm wishing for the best."
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"Are you going to listen to him?"
Malik's less-than-friendly question bit through the void that had marked its territory in the room over the past twenty minutes. The words broke Marik out of his world of thought, drawing his attention over to his younger sibling. With arms crossed, Marik leaned back against the wall opposite Malik's bed.
"Well? Are you?" Malik was becoming more impatient and less sympathetic.
"And what's it to you?"
"The fact that you're trying to emotionally murder the one who I just /happen/ to be in love with is a little more than a small deal to me."
Marik glared. He didn't like accusation. "Do you not realize that it is because of him, you're even here in the first place?"
A glare. "Tell me something, Marik. Why are you trying to blame everything on Ryou? I just don't understand it. You're getting mad at me for falling in love with someone, and wanting to spend time with them, when you're never even home for more than a day a week?" Malik clenched his fist. "I fail to understand your logic. Is it that you're jealous of Ryou because at this point in time his presence is more inviting to me than yours?"
"No," Marik snapped back.
"Whatever." Malik grumbled. "I'm still trying to figure out where things with us went wrong. We used to get along so well, but now it's like we've been constantly upset with eachother ever since Father died."
Marik pushed off the wall. "Don't get off topic."
"It doesn't matter if I stay on topic or not. What's done is done."
Violet eyes narrowing in anger, Marik answered his brother with silence as he tried to figure out what exactly was going on. He knew he probably shouldn't have reacted to Ryou the way he had, but was that really worth getting in another argument with Malik? Marik also hadn't expected the younger Ishtar to get so upset over what seemed to him like a minor blockade in a relationship. Then again, maybe he just didn't care enough about how Malik felt.
With nothing else to do, Marik voiced the first words that came into his mind. "You're making me out to be some kind of common criminal."
"That's your own assumption." Malik growled. He was quiet for a few moments, before he raised his line of vision until it was level to Marik's. His eyes were alive with fury. "Goddamnit, Marik, you always fuck everything up for me! Always! Even when Father was still alive, you always took everything away from me- my friends, my romantic relationships or lack thereof, everything! I don't understand where all this is coming from! You're already the oldest out of the both of us and because of that you always got privliges I only dreamed of... Always! I–"
Malik suddenly stopped yelling as he hunched over, clutching his side. His breath was coming in as short, painful gasps. After a few moments of tense silence, he looked up to Marik with glazed eyes. The expression on his face was blank with pain as a fiery, burning sensation snaked through his insides.
Marik took this as a sign of surrender, although the look of physical torment in his sibling's eyes uneased him a bit. He watched with silence has Malik's eyes lowered and stared dully into the light blanket that covered the lower portion of his body.
"Y-You idiot! Get a damn nurse!" Malik hissed as his side continued to burn in pain.
"Fine," Marik muttered, as he briskly walked out of the room.
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But Marik didn't go get a nurse. Instead, he made his way down to the lobby where Ryou and Bakura were still sitting facing eachother, each lost in his old world.
"You." Marik send, pointing his index finger in Ryou's direction. Once he had the boy's attention, he gestured upstairs with his thumb. "Upstairs."
Without hesitation, Ryou quickly rid himself of Marik's intimidating presence and headed upstairs. Bakura arched an eyebrow at Marik, arms folded as they so often were.
"May I ask what that was all about?" Asked Bakura as he followed Marik outside the lobby.
Marik glared.
Bakura rolled his eyes, "Idiot. I told you not to start a fight with Malik until he was at least not at risk of having something happen again."
"Lay off." Marik said angrily.
"So now you're taking your anger with your brother out on me." Bakura stated calmly. It amazed Marik how Bakura just about always managed to keep himself under control.
The Egyptian stopped walking and spun around to face Bakura. "That was the second time within five minutes I was called an idiot."
"With the way you've been acting lately, quite frankly I'm not suprised. I suggest you wait a little while before making it up to Malik. He is your brother after all, but he might not want to speak to you right now."
For not the first time that day, a glare set itself on Marik's face, but he didn't respond. He knew Bakura was usually correct in whatever he said, and because of that, Marik simply resorted to silence as an answer. The glare was assuaged as Bakura's arms snaked around the shoulders of the slightly shorter boy. "It's time you let Malik have someone all his own."
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"Malik?" Ryou asked, peeking his head into the boy's room. "You okay? Marik looked kinda upset..." He took a step inside, and when he saw Malik hunched over and obviously in pain, he ran the last few steps to Malik's bedside. "Malik?"
Malik looked up, and almost frowned when he didn't see a nurse. "Ry... Get a nurse for me, please..." He choked out. Anger was still burning inside him along with the immense pain, but he didn't want to snap at his beloved.
Nodding, Ryou dissapeared for a few moments as he caught the attention of the nearest nurse he could find. He reappeared a minute or so later with a nurse not too far behind.
In her hands, the nurse carried a bottle of pain killers and cup of water. It wasn't what Malik or Ryou had had in mind, but it didn't matter to the former right now, as long as he could get in a sentence without worrying about his side exploding in a surge of pain.
The pain killers had also made Malik very tired, so once he had made Ryou promise not to leave, he carefully laid down and relaxed his muscles as he allowed sleep to claim him for the night. It wasn't too long before Ryou found himself falling victim to sleep as well, and he drew a chair up beside Malik's bed. He adjusted the position he was sitting in until he was comfortable.
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He woke up early the next morning, as he always did. The first thing Ryou thought of was Malik's health, and as he looked to the blonde Egyptian's sleeping form, he couldn't help but smile. Almost timidly, Ryou reached out and gently shook Malik's shoulder. When the other wouldn't wake up, Ryou guessed that Malik was just a deep sleeper, and shook the bronze shoulder a second time. But Malik didn't wake up, still. Now Ryou was starting to get worried; what if something had happened overnight and he had been asleep?
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Shori: Mneh.
Bakura: ?
Shori: I got 10 hours of sleep last night and I'm still tired _
Bakura: ...
Shori: -__-;; Oh, in case you all were wondering, the fight between Malik and Marik could be simplified down to pure sibling rivalry, with other factors included. I dunno. I have a headache now and I'm still sorta sick so *shrugs* Hope you all like!
Bakura: The quote of the week is "You are not our patron goddess of love and sex." said by Shori
Shori: Greek Mythology test, anyone?
Disclaimer: I'm afraid YGO still doesn't belong to me. Sorry guys. No sexy boys making out on TV today.
Pairings: Malik/Ryou, Bakura/Marik. Some others later on.
Warnings/Other: Yaoi, Yuri, angst, school-fic, maybe some OOC, completely disreguards story line.
Summary: Ryou is a depressed yet caring loner who just wants some love. Malik is a popular, 'egotistical' honours student. Malik has a secret crush on Ryou, whose trust is literally impossible to gain. The rest is up to fate when they bump into eachother in the halls. YAOI, YURI.
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Before Ryou had an adequate chance to respond, Malik shook his head and waved his hand to get Marik and Bakura's attention. Once he had sucsessfully got his older brother and said older brother's boyfriend to look in his direction, he drew them over to his bedside with a flick of his wrist. "Hey, guys? Can you leave for a second, please? I want to talk to Ry... alone."
Ryou's eyebrow arched curiously at use of the nickname "Ry." His father had called him that years ago, now that he thought of it.
"But Malik-" Marik started, sending a less-than-friendly glare in Ryou's direction.
Malik's tone become softer than before, "Please, brother. This means a lot to me."
Bakura nodded to Malik and led Marik out of the room, lacing his fingers with the spiky-haired Egyptian's. The door closed behind them with a 'click'ing sound, and Malik turned his attention back to the boy with silver hair sitting beside him.
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"Malik?" Ryou asked, broken. "I... I'm so sorry... This was never supposed to happen..." He shook his head, "Damnit, it's all my fault you're even here in the first place. I'll understand if you want me to go away now..." Ryou reluctantly let go of Malik's hand and motioned to rise to his feet.
"Hey, hold on a second," Malik said, carefully sitting up. Pain shot through his abdomen and chest, but he ignored the excrutiating pain as best he could. He hunched over and reached out for Ryou's hand. "I don't want you to leave. I want you to stay with me." He pulled Ryou's figure closer to him, until Ryou was almost sitting on his lap. Resting his chin on Ryou's shoulder, he slowly wrapped his arms around the boy's slight frame, subconsiously claiming him as his.
Ryou stiffened and tensed his shoulders as Malik's arms snaked around his waist. The feeling of being held so tenderly gave him a sense of security, a kind of feeling he hadn't even thought of in ages. "Malik...?" He felt Malik's breath on his neck, "I... There's something I have to tell you," Despite his desire to feel this comforting touch, he gently untangled himself from Malik's embrace. Already he missed the warm, safe feeling the hug had provided as he stood facing Malik, tears stinging the backs of his eyes.
"What d'you have to tell me, Ry?" Malik asked, amethyst eyes shining with concern.
A tear began to streak its' way down Ryou's face, and he jerked his body around, so that his back was facing Malik. His shoulders shook momentarily before he spoke. "It can't ever be."
Malik blinked, "What can't ever be?"
"You... Me... 'Us...'"
"Oh..." A frown crossed the Egyptian's face. "You don't 'swing that way?'"
He fought down the blush that rose in his cheeks, even though he knew Malik couldn't see it. "Th-that's not it,"
"I'm not your type? You have someone already?"
"No..."
"Then what's wrong, Ry-chan?"
Silence, as a shudder passed over Ryou's frame. "I-I can't say. Just please, Malik... I'm sorry. More sorry than I've ever been." He dried his eyes and turned back around, half wanting to slip his usual mask of indifference back on, but knowing the situation was too far gone to try and hide behind his walls anymore. "I'll try to come and visit you if I can..."
"Wait, Ryou, what's going on? What happened?"
A shake of the head, and Ryou left the room. He pushed past Marik and Bakura, keeping his eyes on the floor. Still, he didn't dare look at Marik after the other had nearly slammed him head-first into the wall of Malik's hospital room. Once he made it past Marik and Bakura, he began his path down to the main lobby on the ground level. Ryou found a comfortable- looking chair that was thankfully unoccupied, and crawled into it, curling into a ball and wrapping his arms around his knees.
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Once Ryou had left Malik's hopsital room, Marik rushed inside and took Ryou's old spot beside his brother's bed. Malik was still pale underneath the dark complexion of his skin, but at least the sixteen-year-old was concious and sitting up. "What did you do to Ryou?" Malik asked the older Ishtar brother, mild resentment in his eyes.
"What?" Marik asked, shooting a curious glance at Bakura. "I didn't do anything to him." Said the spiky-haired Egyptian.
Malik's eyes narrowed. "You must have, Marik. He was acting really strangely."
Marik parted his lips as he prepared a comeback, but Bakura interrupted him. "He overreacted a bit," a pause. "Ryou took it kind of harshly." The glare Bakura got from Marik failed to faze him as Malik grew angry with his brother.
"Marik, why do you hate Ryou so much? You know how I feel about him,"
"I /know/ how you feel about him," Marik snapped, "But it is because of him that I almost lost my little brother."
"And since when do you care? You're always out with Bakura, or that Kaiba friend of yours."
"Seto," Marik corrected.
A sigh. "That's not important. You wouldn't understand. You're never home anymore. I know Bakura means a lot to you, and he is a great guy, but what about saying goodnight to me like you used to? Or helping me with homework I don't understand? Or just being my brother?"
Marik remained silent as he contemplated Malik's words. Those words were correct. Lately, all time to spare had been devoted to spending time with Bakura or Seto, or even both sometimes. Bakura stepped up behind Marik and slid an arm around the slightly shorter boy's waist.
"Marik," Bakura said quietly, "Why don't you settle this another time? Your brother is in the hospital. When he's out and healthy again, you can discuss this, but as for now just leave it be. I'm going to go find Ryou and see if he's alright, for your brother's sake." His pale arm left Marik's waist as he nodded to Malik and exited, leaving an angry and awkward silence between the two Egyptians.
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Footsteps echoed throughout the hospital lobby as Bakura absentmindedly searched for Ryou. Finally, he found the boy hunched over in a large chair, shoulders shaking slightly. Gently, he reached out and tapped the boy's shoulder.
"What?" the silver-haired youth asked as his red, tearstained eyes met Bakura's almost lazily confident brown orbs.
"You okay, kid?" Bakura asked as Ryou wiped at his tears.
"Y-yeah, I'll be alright."
"Good."
Silence reigned over the next few moments until it was dethroned by Ryou. "D'you think Malik will be okay?"
Bakura shrugged. "That depends on the quality of the doctors taking care of him." Noticing the subtle glare he received from the boy who looked so much like him, Bakura continued, "Of course, for your and Marik's sake I'm wishing for the best."
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"Are you going to listen to him?"
Malik's less-than-friendly question bit through the void that had marked its territory in the room over the past twenty minutes. The words broke Marik out of his world of thought, drawing his attention over to his younger sibling. With arms crossed, Marik leaned back against the wall opposite Malik's bed.
"Well? Are you?" Malik was becoming more impatient and less sympathetic.
"And what's it to you?"
"The fact that you're trying to emotionally murder the one who I just /happen/ to be in love with is a little more than a small deal to me."
Marik glared. He didn't like accusation. "Do you not realize that it is because of him, you're even here in the first place?"
A glare. "Tell me something, Marik. Why are you trying to blame everything on Ryou? I just don't understand it. You're getting mad at me for falling in love with someone, and wanting to spend time with them, when you're never even home for more than a day a week?" Malik clenched his fist. "I fail to understand your logic. Is it that you're jealous of Ryou because at this point in time his presence is more inviting to me than yours?"
"No," Marik snapped back.
"Whatever." Malik grumbled. "I'm still trying to figure out where things with us went wrong. We used to get along so well, but now it's like we've been constantly upset with eachother ever since Father died."
Marik pushed off the wall. "Don't get off topic."
"It doesn't matter if I stay on topic or not. What's done is done."
Violet eyes narrowing in anger, Marik answered his brother with silence as he tried to figure out what exactly was going on. He knew he probably shouldn't have reacted to Ryou the way he had, but was that really worth getting in another argument with Malik? Marik also hadn't expected the younger Ishtar to get so upset over what seemed to him like a minor blockade in a relationship. Then again, maybe he just didn't care enough about how Malik felt.
With nothing else to do, Marik voiced the first words that came into his mind. "You're making me out to be some kind of common criminal."
"That's your own assumption." Malik growled. He was quiet for a few moments, before he raised his line of vision until it was level to Marik's. His eyes were alive with fury. "Goddamnit, Marik, you always fuck everything up for me! Always! Even when Father was still alive, you always took everything away from me- my friends, my romantic relationships or lack thereof, everything! I don't understand where all this is coming from! You're already the oldest out of the both of us and because of that you always got privliges I only dreamed of... Always! I–"
Malik suddenly stopped yelling as he hunched over, clutching his side. His breath was coming in as short, painful gasps. After a few moments of tense silence, he looked up to Marik with glazed eyes. The expression on his face was blank with pain as a fiery, burning sensation snaked through his insides.
Marik took this as a sign of surrender, although the look of physical torment in his sibling's eyes uneased him a bit. He watched with silence has Malik's eyes lowered and stared dully into the light blanket that covered the lower portion of his body.
"Y-You idiot! Get a damn nurse!" Malik hissed as his side continued to burn in pain.
"Fine," Marik muttered, as he briskly walked out of the room.
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But Marik didn't go get a nurse. Instead, he made his way down to the lobby where Ryou and Bakura were still sitting facing eachother, each lost in his old world.
"You." Marik send, pointing his index finger in Ryou's direction. Once he had the boy's attention, he gestured upstairs with his thumb. "Upstairs."
Without hesitation, Ryou quickly rid himself of Marik's intimidating presence and headed upstairs. Bakura arched an eyebrow at Marik, arms folded as they so often were.
"May I ask what that was all about?" Asked Bakura as he followed Marik outside the lobby.
Marik glared.
Bakura rolled his eyes, "Idiot. I told you not to start a fight with Malik until he was at least not at risk of having something happen again."
"Lay off." Marik said angrily.
"So now you're taking your anger with your brother out on me." Bakura stated calmly. It amazed Marik how Bakura just about always managed to keep himself under control.
The Egyptian stopped walking and spun around to face Bakura. "That was the second time within five minutes I was called an idiot."
"With the way you've been acting lately, quite frankly I'm not suprised. I suggest you wait a little while before making it up to Malik. He is your brother after all, but he might not want to speak to you right now."
For not the first time that day, a glare set itself on Marik's face, but he didn't respond. He knew Bakura was usually correct in whatever he said, and because of that, Marik simply resorted to silence as an answer. The glare was assuaged as Bakura's arms snaked around the shoulders of the slightly shorter boy. "It's time you let Malik have someone all his own."
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"Malik?" Ryou asked, peeking his head into the boy's room. "You okay? Marik looked kinda upset..." He took a step inside, and when he saw Malik hunched over and obviously in pain, he ran the last few steps to Malik's bedside. "Malik?"
Malik looked up, and almost frowned when he didn't see a nurse. "Ry... Get a nurse for me, please..." He choked out. Anger was still burning inside him along with the immense pain, but he didn't want to snap at his beloved.
Nodding, Ryou dissapeared for a few moments as he caught the attention of the nearest nurse he could find. He reappeared a minute or so later with a nurse not too far behind.
In her hands, the nurse carried a bottle of pain killers and cup of water. It wasn't what Malik or Ryou had had in mind, but it didn't matter to the former right now, as long as he could get in a sentence without worrying about his side exploding in a surge of pain.
The pain killers had also made Malik very tired, so once he had made Ryou promise not to leave, he carefully laid down and relaxed his muscles as he allowed sleep to claim him for the night. It wasn't too long before Ryou found himself falling victim to sleep as well, and he drew a chair up beside Malik's bed. He adjusted the position he was sitting in until he was comfortable.
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He woke up early the next morning, as he always did. The first thing Ryou thought of was Malik's health, and as he looked to the blonde Egyptian's sleeping form, he couldn't help but smile. Almost timidly, Ryou reached out and gently shook Malik's shoulder. When the other wouldn't wake up, Ryou guessed that Malik was just a deep sleeper, and shook the bronze shoulder a second time. But Malik didn't wake up, still. Now Ryou was starting to get worried; what if something had happened overnight and he had been asleep?
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Shori: Mneh.
Bakura: ?
Shori: I got 10 hours of sleep last night and I'm still tired _
Bakura: ...
Shori: -__-;; Oh, in case you all were wondering, the fight between Malik and Marik could be simplified down to pure sibling rivalry, with other factors included. I dunno. I have a headache now and I'm still sorta sick so *shrugs* Hope you all like!
Bakura: The quote of the week is "You are not our patron goddess of love and sex." said by Shori
Shori: Greek Mythology test, anyone?