Disclaimer: It's been an aweful long time since I've written anything...
Thanks to all of you that have stayed by my side. I'm sorry I haven't been
keeping up my chapters... So, if I'm a little rusty... just bear with me.
Well, here we go.
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Falling Apart
Ishtar sat on the couch with a look akin to fear on his face. Bakura was sure to be back soon, and when he got there... Well, it would be bad. He watched the police talking to Ryou and Malik, and saw them glance his way. He scowled and looked to the floor. Bakura was definitely going to be pissed. Ishtar prayed to his gods in the back of his mind that Bakura would understand. There just wasn't any reasoning with the Hikari's. He continued to scowl at the floor as a police officer took his hand for fingerprints.
"Look, sir, you have to cooperate if you want this to go easily. OK?" The police officer tried to talk to Ishtar, who merely glared at him.
"No." he replied coldly.
The police officer gave up and walked away. Ryou stood to the side, watching Ishtar. He sighed and mentally kicked himself. He hadn't meant for things to go so far, but the Yami's had to understand that they couldn't rob people anymore. This wasn't Egypt. This was a city, with rules and punishment that was non existent in their time. They had to learn, and if that meant a trip to jail, then so be it.
The room suddenly took on a dark feeling as the door creaked open, revealing a rather disheveled Bakura. He looked around the room; his eyes landing on a shaking Ryou. Bakura's expession was unreadable as he walked slowly toward the boy. Everyone in the room froze. No one could tell what was about to happen, and none of them expected it. Bakura stood in front of Ryou, looking into his honey colored eyes. The ex-tomb robber let out a sigh, closed his eyes, and wrapped his arms around his other. Ryou stiffened from fear, but soon melded to his Yami. They held eachother for what seemed like eternity, no one daring to move lest they disturb the couple. Bakura let go and took a step back. He seemed not to trust himself for a minute, as his eyes flashed back and forth and finally to the floor. A slight rosy blush settled across his cheeks as he held onto Ryou's hands. He'd never felt this way before. Bakura let out another small sigh, and leaned forward. Neither were expecting the kiss.
Ryou felt as if his insides had all melted, and were sitting in a puddle in his feet. He felt so utterly warm and a little fuzzy. He was only aware of his Yami, and the feeling inside him. The rest of the world was worthless to him now. He felt Bakura stiffen a little, and he opened his eyes to see him looking down at him with love in his eyes. Ryou was taken aback; this had never happened before. He finally decided not to question it, and fell into his Yami's waiting arms.
Malik looked at Ishtar with a blush running over his own face. Why can't he be like Bakura? Is it too much to ask for him to love me? Malik sighed and walked out of the room, the police forgotten. He went to his room and locked the door. It wouldn't matter what Ishtar thought anymore. It wouldn't matter what anyone thought anymore. He went into his little bathroom and turned the water on in the tub, letting it fill all the way. He smiled slowly to himself, thinking of his plans. His thoughts shifted to Ryou, and how he had loved the Egyptian youth with no questions. He hadn't judged him when those little fits of insanity had hit, he only smiled and let it pass. Malik was at odds with himself. He couldn't very well go and leave his Ryou alone. But he won't be alone, will he. No. He has them... He doesn't need me anymore. He smiled bitterly as he heard a frantic knock at his door.
"I can hear what you're thinking Malik! You can't do this to yourself! You can't leave us, please!" Ishtar yelled through the locked door.
Malik ignored him and walked into his bedroom. He searched around for a few minutes until he found his sister's hair dryer. He then turned and picked up his television set. He carried them to the bathroom, where he plugged them in. He looked hesitantly at the water, unsure whether he really wanted to end it all. He stood there, the water starting to puddle at his feet, looking into the long since broken mirror. The image he saw was so thin and distorted, it seemed a demon stared back at him. He stepped closer to the mirror and put his hands up to the broken glass. The image didn't move. He jumped away from it, and fell backwards into the bathtub. He let himself sink under the water and stared at the moving blue ceiling. He felt as if he was falling deeper and deeper, unable to reach the surface. Then the door burst open, and he was dragged from the tub.
When Malik opened his eyes, he no longer saw the bluish light and movement, but a plain white surface that seemed totally untouched. Everything around him seemed bright and somewhat shiny. He head hurt as he turned to look around. Ishtar was sitting next to the bed he was on. The Yami looked up at Malik and smiled.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty."
I own nothing!
Falling Apart
Ishtar sat on the couch with a look akin to fear on his face. Bakura was sure to be back soon, and when he got there... Well, it would be bad. He watched the police talking to Ryou and Malik, and saw them glance his way. He scowled and looked to the floor. Bakura was definitely going to be pissed. Ishtar prayed to his gods in the back of his mind that Bakura would understand. There just wasn't any reasoning with the Hikari's. He continued to scowl at the floor as a police officer took his hand for fingerprints.
"Look, sir, you have to cooperate if you want this to go easily. OK?" The police officer tried to talk to Ishtar, who merely glared at him.
"No." he replied coldly.
The police officer gave up and walked away. Ryou stood to the side, watching Ishtar. He sighed and mentally kicked himself. He hadn't meant for things to go so far, but the Yami's had to understand that they couldn't rob people anymore. This wasn't Egypt. This was a city, with rules and punishment that was non existent in their time. They had to learn, and if that meant a trip to jail, then so be it.
The room suddenly took on a dark feeling as the door creaked open, revealing a rather disheveled Bakura. He looked around the room; his eyes landing on a shaking Ryou. Bakura's expession was unreadable as he walked slowly toward the boy. Everyone in the room froze. No one could tell what was about to happen, and none of them expected it. Bakura stood in front of Ryou, looking into his honey colored eyes. The ex-tomb robber let out a sigh, closed his eyes, and wrapped his arms around his other. Ryou stiffened from fear, but soon melded to his Yami. They held eachother for what seemed like eternity, no one daring to move lest they disturb the couple. Bakura let go and took a step back. He seemed not to trust himself for a minute, as his eyes flashed back and forth and finally to the floor. A slight rosy blush settled across his cheeks as he held onto Ryou's hands. He'd never felt this way before. Bakura let out another small sigh, and leaned forward. Neither were expecting the kiss.
Ryou felt as if his insides had all melted, and were sitting in a puddle in his feet. He felt so utterly warm and a little fuzzy. He was only aware of his Yami, and the feeling inside him. The rest of the world was worthless to him now. He felt Bakura stiffen a little, and he opened his eyes to see him looking down at him with love in his eyes. Ryou was taken aback; this had never happened before. He finally decided not to question it, and fell into his Yami's waiting arms.
Malik looked at Ishtar with a blush running over his own face. Why can't he be like Bakura? Is it too much to ask for him to love me? Malik sighed and walked out of the room, the police forgotten. He went to his room and locked the door. It wouldn't matter what Ishtar thought anymore. It wouldn't matter what anyone thought anymore. He went into his little bathroom and turned the water on in the tub, letting it fill all the way. He smiled slowly to himself, thinking of his plans. His thoughts shifted to Ryou, and how he had loved the Egyptian youth with no questions. He hadn't judged him when those little fits of insanity had hit, he only smiled and let it pass. Malik was at odds with himself. He couldn't very well go and leave his Ryou alone. But he won't be alone, will he. No. He has them... He doesn't need me anymore. He smiled bitterly as he heard a frantic knock at his door.
"I can hear what you're thinking Malik! You can't do this to yourself! You can't leave us, please!" Ishtar yelled through the locked door.
Malik ignored him and walked into his bedroom. He searched around for a few minutes until he found his sister's hair dryer. He then turned and picked up his television set. He carried them to the bathroom, where he plugged them in. He looked hesitantly at the water, unsure whether he really wanted to end it all. He stood there, the water starting to puddle at his feet, looking into the long since broken mirror. The image he saw was so thin and distorted, it seemed a demon stared back at him. He stepped closer to the mirror and put his hands up to the broken glass. The image didn't move. He jumped away from it, and fell backwards into the bathtub. He let himself sink under the water and stared at the moving blue ceiling. He felt as if he was falling deeper and deeper, unable to reach the surface. Then the door burst open, and he was dragged from the tub.
When Malik opened his eyes, he no longer saw the bluish light and movement, but a plain white surface that seemed totally untouched. Everything around him seemed bright and somewhat shiny. He head hurt as he turned to look around. Ishtar was sitting next to the bed he was on. The Yami looked up at Malik and smiled.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty."