Hey everyone..... sorry for not updating in a really, really, really long time. I have had a very busy summer heh. Well here is chapter three heh
Chapter 3 Runaway Hikari
Lightening crackled through the sky lightening through the dark clouds that littered the once beautiful sky. Rain poured from the clouds drenching everything below, not leaving one thing dry. A figure walked through the park trudging down the walk way, which was muddy. The boy shivered slightly rubbing the sides of his arms as he kicked off some of the mud that clung to as high as his knees on his pants.
"Why does it rain every time someone runs away... it's like an unwritten law of nature or something" Malik grumbled as he pulled his long soaked hair out of his face. Looking around at his current surroundings then walked towards the closet bench and sat down drawing his knees up to his chest and rested his forehead on them. Everything seemed to be falling down in a spiral motion until he was left with nothing. He smirked softly at the image he came up with in his mind; all of his friends were being swept into the current and pulled into the darkness which appeared to be the end of a giant toilet. Nothing seemed to be going his way these days and his arguments with his sister had been getting frequenter. It was all easy to tolerate until his yami was brought into this mess deeper then before. Lifting his head, he blankly gazed forward, his face devoid of any emotion at all. He stiffly brought a frozen wrist up towards his face reading the time; 8:30. Letting the arm drop back down to his side a rush of sadness threatened to drown him. What was he going to do? The last thing he wanted to do was go back home to face his yami and sister. He knew Isis wanted what was best for him but she never did consider what he wanted for himself. Marik wanted to protect him and help him carve out his own path but it was something he wanted to do on his own. Sure Marik was a part of his divine plan along with Bakura and Ryou but there were just some things he had to do on his own. Fighting with his sister wasn't going to help, even though Marik was defending him. He started to drift off into a deep sleep, which he knew if he let it take over he may not wake up from it. As he tired to fight off sleep, he heard voices coming towards him.
"You really didn't have to walk me home it's so far from your house" a soft voice spoke suddenly. The sound of the splashing of their feet through the mud came to his frozen ears as they approached him.
"I wanted to" a deeper voice replied. Suddenly there was a loud meep then the sound of a splash was to follow. Malik only knew one person who meeped when they were caught off guard, Ryou.
"Are you ok?" the other voice that Malik wasn't sure who it was yet asked sounding slightly panicked. The sloshing of mud and water came to his ears as the sound of someone else falling to the wet ground came to him. He didn't know what was going on but he wanted the two to find him. 'Ryou please... help find me I can't do this on my own' he tired to form the words but his lips were so frozen from the rain he could only think the words.
"Malik? Is that you?" Ryou called somewhere near him. He wanted to raise his head to answer but he was so cold that he was unable to move. Suddenly he felt someone pick him up into their arms.
"He's really cold like he's half frozen" The other person spoke seeming very shocked. Feeling someone run their fingers over his forehead sweeping away his bangs he heard a worried sigh was heard after.
"My house is very close let's hurry! Malik please hold on" Ryou spoke softly then it was the last thing Malik heard before he drifted off to sleep.
The crackling from a fireplace was all Malik could hear as he lay with his eyes closed. His whole body felt numb as he laid there, feeling as if his whole body was frozen in ice. He heard the door close suddenly then the soft sound of voices somewhere near him.
"Malik.... wake up Malik..."he heard Ryou call softly. Malik groaned softly as he forced his eyes open, his vision started to focus slowly as he lay there. He saw Ryou sitting on the floor in front of him, looking at him with concern. Malik noticed Ryou was dripping wet with mud all over his clothes and hair.
"Are you ok? How are you feeling?" He asked quickly, almost to fast for him to comprehend. Malik slowly pulled himself into a sitting position, making his head spin slightly.
"I'm a bit cold..."He muttered rubbing the sides of his arms. This with this said, Ryou to jump up suddenly heading for the kitchen for something. Then out of nowhere Malik was bombarded with warm fuzzy blankets.
"Here use these" a hoarse voice called from behind him. Malik turned to see Bakura standing in the doorway leaning against the frame. The yami looked a bit paler then usual and as if he hadn't slept in a few days.
"Wow you sound horrible Bakura" Malik said as he grabbed the blankets wrapping them around himself. He heard the tomb robber scoff slightly, casting him a wicked glare.
"Thanks for pointing out the obvious fool...." Bakura snapped sharply then coughed sickly. Malik shivered slightly then looked back towards the fireplace, hoping to warm up. Ryou walked back holding two cups of what looked to be as tea then handed one to him. Nodding his head in thanks Malik took a small sip, then heard a pair of footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Ryou?" a deep voice called carefully. Malik turned to see Seto Kaiba standing at the bottom of the stairs with towels in his hands. Ryou jumped up hurrying over to the taller boy, taking a towel from him.
"Thanks Seto... you didn't have any troubles finding them did you?" Ryou asked as he dried his mud caked hair. Seto shook his head as he continued to dry his hair getting some of the mud out of it.
"Oh here I made you some tea, just tell me what you like in it and I'll get it for you!" Ryou smiled as he put the towel around his neck. Seto told him that it didn't matter so Ryou quickly brought a cup to the brunette. When Ryou passed Seto the mug their hands brushed against each other, causing them to blush softly. The whole time Bakura watched the two like a hawk, giving Seto a stony glare.
"Uh... if we go upstairs I can lend you some dry clothes..." Ryou smiled as he led him upstairs. Malik heard Bakura grumble slightly, watching him sit down in the armchair tiredly.
"Hikari wants me to tend to you as he takes care of Kaiba ... so why were you being stupid and sitting in the rain?" Bakura took a sip from his tea then held it in his hands carefully. Malik looked down at his cup, feeling it warm up his frozen hands and watched the steam rise from it.
"Isis and I got into another fight" he replied softly. Malik watched a slight smirk cross his features then faded when he started to cough uncontrollably. This caused the spirit to drop his cup, shattering on the hardwood floor. One arm clutched his side and the other covering his mouth. Ryou had told him Bakura was sick, but not this sick.
"Are you ok?" Malik asked carefully, not watching to upset the spirit, who was usually pretty touchy. The tomb robber looked over to him sharply as his coughing started to ease down slightly.
"Do I sound ok? Ra what a stupid question, no I am not ok. I haven't slept properly for a week" The spirit barked between coughs. Malik watched as Bakura settled down, bringing his breathing back to normal. Just as Bakura calmed down Ryou came running down the stairs, with a worried look plastered on his pale features.
"What happened? Is everyone alright?" He asked, looking at Malik then Bakura. The thief sighed softly, gesturing towards the broken mug on the hard wood floor. Malik watched the two silently send each other mental messages, as Ryou started to pick up the prices of glass. After Ryou cleaned up the mess he gave Bakura a new mug of tea and handed him a pill, then ran back upstairs. The spirit frowned at the pill then popped it into his mouth, taking a sip from his new mug.
"Well what was the fight about this time? I swear that women is pmsing every day" The spirit grumbled gruffly, breaking the silence over the room. Malik frowned, looking down at his mug, taking a sip from it then looked back over at Bakura.
"It was about Marik and about me..." the Egyptian replied softly. The spirit seemed to smile to himself, chuckling gently.
"Correct me if I am wrong but Marik finally let you know how he felt and Isis didn't approve?" Bakura said simply, smiling to himself.
"Uh ... yeah... how did you know?" Malik asked sounding a bit shocked himself. It always shocked him on how much the spirit knew when for all he knew the guy didn't leave the house to much.
"Marik came to ask me for advice, which was funny thing to ask someone who hasn't ever been in love and never will be" Bakura stated, shaking his head. It was his turn to smile, since he knew something the other didn't. This however didn't get past the thief, causing a dark glare to be sent his way.
"What are you smiling about? What do you know that I don't?" Bakura snapped angrily, sitting forward in his seat. Malik just merely smiled, adding in a shrug of his shoulders. Why should he tell Bakura that in fact there was someone out there who cared for him? Even if he told the spirit he wouldn't believe him if he told him who it was. It was fun that for once he knew something the tomb robber did not.
"Oh you will find out... eventually" Malik gave the spirit an evil smirk, which could rival the spirit, in his opinion. Obviously to sick and tired to carry on, Bakura just shrugged his shoulders, mutter a simple 'Whatever Mortal'. The sound of footsteps carried through his ears as Ryou and Seto came back down the stairs. Seto seemed to be dressed in some of Ryou's father's clothes, since the brunette was far too tall to wear anyone else's. Malik watched the two exchange a few words, listening closely with Bakura to hear what was said.
"Are you sure you don't want to spend the night here? We have a spare room and the couch bed" Ryou said softly, with a slight blush on his cheeks. Seto seemed to smile nervously and rest a hand on Ryou's shoulder, which didn't go unnoticed by Bakura, who growled softly.
"I wouldn't want to impose... you already have a guest, who seems to need to stay here far more then I do...I will see you tomorrow then?" He asked sounding slightly hopeful. Malik could tell Seto was trying to hide his nervousness, which he failed at miserably; this guy had it bad for his little white haired friend.
"Of course...."Ryou replied happily as Seto walked out the door, back into the rain. Smiling, Malik watched Ryou close the door behind Seto and walk into the living room.
"Like hell you will be going over there again...."Bakura snarled, taking another sip from his tea. Ryou looked at Bakura in annoyance, as he sat down on the couch beside Malik.
"I have to Bakura... and it's not your decision anyways" Ryou shot back calmly as possible. This comment seemed to ruffle Bakura feathers, causing the spirit to put down his tea loudly.
"Excuse me? I will not have some rich arrogant asshole hitting on my hikari like that! Also I don't want him touching MY hikari!" Bakura all but frothed in anger. Malik sighed softly and shook his head at the two; Bakura was the overly protective Yami, while Ryou was the hikari that got into the least bit of attention. At school everyone ignored Ryou basically, except for himself, Malik, of course.
"Seto isn't an arrogant asshole nor was he hitting on me! He doesn't even like me!" Ryou exclaimed shaking his head at his yami.
"Heh I beg to differ on that one" Malik tossed is quickly before letting Ryou continue with his rant. The fellow hikari gave him a short glare, which wasn't really a glare at all, before speaking again.
"Whatever Malik... but Bakura all he did was put his hand on my shoulder do big deal" Ryou stood up from the couch, heading towards the stairs. Bakura shot up out of his seat and followed Ryou.
"Don't you walk away from me like that" the spirit bellowed as the sound of a door slamming was heard shortly after. Grumbling in frustration Bakura walked back over to Malik and coughed slightly.
"The spare room is yours.... goodnight..."and with that Bakura walked upstairs to his room, shutting the door quietly behind him. Laughing softly to himself Malik was happy to know it wasn't only just his family who fought like that.
Well I hope everyone enjoyed it.... and please review