Does anyone; else get tired of writing disclaimers saying they don't own Yu-
Gi-Oh.
Bakura slammed the door shut and quickly walked down the hallway. He was rather pissed off at Malik, thinking that he could control him like some kind of pet dog. He kept pace and shot a hateful look at the part of the apartment he and Malik had.
Slowly the fork was lifted off the floor as Malik turned and began walking towards the sink. He dropped the fork in the sink and released a long sigh. "What was Bakura thinking?" he wondered. He was still puzzled why he had gotten so angry when he had done the right thing (in his eyes). He shook his head; he'd never really been able to completely figure out Bakura.
Bakura came home around 3:30 today. He had long since forgotten about his problems this morning and was actually enjoying himself currently as he quietly sung Duvet to himself. He thrust his case on a nearby chair and gave a gentle "hey" kind of smile to Malik. Unfortunately he couldn't see Malik in view. This was quite odd seeing as Malik was usually around this time of day. Then a swift flat object collided into his ass. Malik. Bakura stormed into the kitchen. Malik followed Bakura in there in complete silence. He couldn't believe Malik, he felt like he used him as a tool, and nothing more. He began to ponder if Malik even had respect for him. Malik peered from behind the corner at Bakura. He was quite annoyed at his lover for getting upset at such small unimportant things. The couch seemed appealing now, he decided to take a nap there and hope Bakura wasn't so pissy when he awoke.
Ungracefully Malik rose up from his slumber. He went to check on his lover to see if his mood had changed. He wasn't to be found inside. He became afraid, what if Bakura had gotten hurt or even worse killed. He roamed through the streets and alleys of Domino City. Nothing, no one had seen him. He searched the area and questioned again. Still though he found no clues to where his beloved was. He then chose to check Domino Park. He took a first glance and saw nothing. Wait his eyes told him, and they scanned back several feet. Malik saw him sitting on a bench looking down at the grass. Malik let out a sigh of relief; at least he knew where he was. Serenely Malik walked towards Bakura. Upon the crunch of a twig Bakura heard him. Bakura looked up at Malik, his eyes were watery and his face asked why he was so cruel to him. Malik continued forward but at a much slower pace now. The tears that ran down Bakura's cheeks slowed but were still present. "I promise I'll stop," Malik spoke in a soft sweet voice.
"D-d-don-don-'t l-lie to-to me M-M-Mal-Malih-k" cried Bakura in a scared tone.
Malik's soft gentle voice calmed Bakura even more, now especially with his arms wrapped around him as he spoke, "I'm not."
To be continued.
Bakura slammed the door shut and quickly walked down the hallway. He was rather pissed off at Malik, thinking that he could control him like some kind of pet dog. He kept pace and shot a hateful look at the part of the apartment he and Malik had.
Slowly the fork was lifted off the floor as Malik turned and began walking towards the sink. He dropped the fork in the sink and released a long sigh. "What was Bakura thinking?" he wondered. He was still puzzled why he had gotten so angry when he had done the right thing (in his eyes). He shook his head; he'd never really been able to completely figure out Bakura.
Bakura came home around 3:30 today. He had long since forgotten about his problems this morning and was actually enjoying himself currently as he quietly sung Duvet to himself. He thrust his case on a nearby chair and gave a gentle "hey" kind of smile to Malik. Unfortunately he couldn't see Malik in view. This was quite odd seeing as Malik was usually around this time of day. Then a swift flat object collided into his ass. Malik. Bakura stormed into the kitchen. Malik followed Bakura in there in complete silence. He couldn't believe Malik, he felt like he used him as a tool, and nothing more. He began to ponder if Malik even had respect for him. Malik peered from behind the corner at Bakura. He was quite annoyed at his lover for getting upset at such small unimportant things. The couch seemed appealing now, he decided to take a nap there and hope Bakura wasn't so pissy when he awoke.
Ungracefully Malik rose up from his slumber. He went to check on his lover to see if his mood had changed. He wasn't to be found inside. He became afraid, what if Bakura had gotten hurt or even worse killed. He roamed through the streets and alleys of Domino City. Nothing, no one had seen him. He searched the area and questioned again. Still though he found no clues to where his beloved was. He then chose to check Domino Park. He took a first glance and saw nothing. Wait his eyes told him, and they scanned back several feet. Malik saw him sitting on a bench looking down at the grass. Malik let out a sigh of relief; at least he knew where he was. Serenely Malik walked towards Bakura. Upon the crunch of a twig Bakura heard him. Bakura looked up at Malik, his eyes were watery and his face asked why he was so cruel to him. Malik continued forward but at a much slower pace now. The tears that ran down Bakura's cheeks slowed but were still present. "I promise I'll stop," Malik spoke in a soft sweet voice.
"D-d-don-don-'t l-lie to-to me M-M-Mal-Malih-k" cried Bakura in a scared tone.
Malik's soft gentle voice calmed Bakura even more, now especially with his arms wrapped around him as he spoke, "I'm not."
To be continued.