Ch. 6 Tension
A slight movement underneath him woke Yami. He realized his lips were still planted on Malaya's. Guilt and shame washed over him as he remembered she had no realization as to what he was doing. So, however reluctantly, he pulled away from her and began to watch her sleeping form. 'I'm a beast… I can't believe myself…' he thought, ashamed. Suddenly, "…Yami? You're finally awake?" Malaya's voice was quiet and concerned. "Yes." He whispered, not meeting her eyes. "Oh, let me see your wound." She stood, not noticing his sadness for her and pulled open the robe that had been placed over his nude body (A/N: "Girls stop drooling." Begins mopping up drool from under female readers) "What happened to me?" he asked nervously, "You were indirectly hit by an arrow, it grazed your stomach… And it was poisoned… You had a fever, so I lay beside you to overheat the fever, and it seems to have worked." She muttered quietly, gently touching the wound. He moaned at the pain of her cleansing. She gently leaned towards him, "You're okay," she crooned softly. She finished re-bandaging him, "I hope you will feel better, My Pharaoh…" she disappeared out the door.
For days Yami was still weak, so he would tire easily. Yet he avoided Malaya, still guilty about the secret, stolen kiss. Even though he knew it was inevitable that he would see her again. One day, he knew he would have to tell her. So the fates decided to force him intotelling. As he was walking around a corner, he slammed into another body, landing on the lighter person. "Ouch…" he murmured looking down at the person with whom he had collided. "Malaya!" he cried nervously as the other person stared embarrassedly up at him. "My Pharaoh…" she nodded, "You have been avoiding me as of late, why?" he began to sweat profusely at her statement, "Well, w-when y-you w-w-were s-sleeping n-n-next to m-me I-I Ikissedyou…" "What was that last part?" she asked, squirming beneath him. " I-I k-k-kissed y-you…" he whispered, watching her pale face for any emotion, "Oh… Is that? All? " She asked gently, her eyes were soft, yet hurt. "I'm sorry… Malaya." He whispered, holding back tears of self-hate and shame. "I'm so… sorry," he pulled off of her, ignoring her mild protests. He turned and walked slowly away, "Wait!" Malaya called, but he began to run, and disappeared into his chambers. Once there, he began to punch the wall repeatedly, his angry cries echoing through the empty room. 'Empty… Like my life without her…' he thought sliding down the wall and to the floor. He hadn't heard the door open in his tirade, nor had he seen the dark shadow enter the room. He now sat on the bed, "She must hate me now…" he whispered roughly. "I do not." Argued a voice beside him, "Ah!" he fell of the bed, "Don't do that!" he spat, clutching his heart. Malaya stared down at him, "Damn, Pharaoh, you scare too easy." She chuckled. "Well," he flushed for the millionth time that day, "You saw the whole thing, didn't you?" "Yes. Yami, you know that you pulled me out of the wild, correct?" he nodded, "Well, what you did is not the worst thing I have endured…" her eyes were gentle, "Here." She held out her hand to him, helping him up. "Yami…" she laughed as his eyes flashed with shock, "I thought were one of those men who gave his love to other men, so now I'm sort of relieved…" she smiled as he blushed. He smiled, "I'm so… happy…" "You're happy at being called queer?" "NO! It's just; you've never opened up to me so much…" she smiled again. "So?" Seto interrupted her by opening the door, "My Pharaoh, I heard yells, what's-?" He froze upon seeing Malaya and Yami sitting on the bed, each flushed with embarrassment. "Well… Yami… I'm… Sorry… To… Interrupt…" "Wait! Its Not What It Looks Like!" both cried. "I was just leaving," Malaya said, racing through the door. Seto closed it behind her, "So…" "Hm?" "You DO love her, eh?" Yami blushed, "You mean?" "Yes, I followed you when you two ran here, heard the whole conversation… Hey, I hate to say this, but I thought you were queer, too. Yet you have to love Malaya because your sorrow was that of a man in love." He smirked, "When's the wedding, Yami?" Seto laughed as the pharaoh's face turned pale, "Just joking…" Seto sighed as Yami glared angrily at him. "Hey… I should tell her for you, my pharaoh… That way you are saved the embarrassment…" "You… Wouldn't… Dare…" "Really, Yami… Let's not discuss what I would or would not 'dare' to do…" his arrogant smirk flashed darkly. "See you, Pharaoh." He gracefully exited, leaving Yami to ponder on his love for Malaya.
"Lady Malaya?" "Yes, Lady Ender." "Do you… Feel for the Pharaoh?" Malaya, who had been drinking water, suddenly had liquid spilling from her soft nose. "What! Are you sick, Ender?" "No. I feel fine." The older woman stated. "Well, the Lady Ender and myself were wondering about his future, and we have a match…" Tibia answered from the doorway.