The sound of his footsteps echoed down the street each time they hit the road, his hart pounded in his chest and his legs ached.
'Damn it Bakura!' the lavender eyed boy mentally screamed, not only had he come home to find Bakura in bed fucking around with Marik, but Bakura had also told him that Ryou hadn't come home for a good few hours and that wasn't even the start of it.
He skidded around an alleyway corner; he knew where he was going. Bakura had managed to get off his Yami long enough to fill him in on the current situation;
"Damn it!" the blonde cursed again. The park was looming up ahead in the distance, it looked deserted, but he knew looks could be deceiving. Footsteps thudded softly over the grass as lavender eyes scanned the park looking for a familiar bench, a familiar person.
"Ryou?" Malik questioned as he skidded to a halt a few meters in front of one of the parks benches a white haired boy was lying draped along it,
"Ryou!" Malik called out rushing to the pale boys side after seeing the dagger, the moons light reflecting off it into his eyes. He knelt down on the ground in front of the boy, he sighed in relief as he heard the young boy whimper; he was still alive.
Ryou opened his teary eyes only to find himself looking into a pair of caring lavender ones.
"Malik?" Ryou asked questioningly, Malik smiled reaching out and running his hand caringly up and down Ryou's arm,
"Bakura... he told me where to find you," the Egyptian told his friend while he watched the pale boy sit up.
Malik sat down beside Ryou whom moved to sit in the older boys lap so he was straddling the others waist.
"Why didn't he come?" he sobbed rapping his arms around Malik's neck, the blonde sighed, 'why did I have to be the one to tell him' Malik thought while wrapping his arms around his friend in hope of comforting him. 'What should I tell him? Should I tell him I found Bakura fucking my yami,' Malik shook his head at the thought, that would be stupid.
"He didn't know how to tell you... he didn't want to hurt you because he's been seeing Marik," Malik said after some time spent gazing around the darkened park.
Ryou let out a choked sob and started crying into Malik's shoulder,
"no one cares," he whimpered, however Malik shook his head slightly,
"I do," he whispered looking down at the boy in his arms. Ryou lay as silent as he could in the older boys arms listening to the beating of his heart remembering all the times the two of them had come here before, that's when he realised something that had been bothering him not so long before. However, Ryou didn't have time to dwell on this because Malik was talking again.
"That's why I came to find you, its because I care, so now that you know you cant say that know one cares," Malik smiled as he told Ryou who, now calmed down somewhat, looked up at him as though he just remembered something. His cheeks shone wet with tears in the moonlight but Malik could tell that his friend had stoped crying,
"Weren't you... weren't you and Marik..." Ryou tried to ask; his voice was soft though Malik still heard him clearly.
"No..." Malik replied softly, his hand trailing lightly up and down Ryou's back as he continued, "we decided against it when Yami and Yuugi got together... he still cares he's told me so but I think its more of an over protective brother thing. It doesn't matter though, he was always into Bakura and I was... well I was really interested in him in that sense," Malik said with a soft sigh.
"So...So you're not... you're not gay?" Ryou asked in a somewhat amazed yet disappointed voice, Malik on the other hand looked shocked,
"No! No no, you've got it all wrong," Malik said quickly so as not to give Ryou the wrong idea, "I just wasn't interested in Marik... I was interested in another guy..." Malik trailed off deciding to look up at the moon at that moment as he could already feel himself beginning to blush. He wasn't planning on telling Ryou that it was him who he had been interested in atleast until he had time to get over Bakura's rejection.