You always said you'd say goodbye
Silently Broken
Disclaimer: Don't own yugioh.
Malik Hakari
Marik yami
Ryou hakari
Bakura yami
Remember, this is Non yoai
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Malik's pov
How stupid of me. Really stupid. How could I be so blind?
Bakura was depressed. Really depressed. I know this because he comes over every night. Forgive me, he used to come over every night. And it's all my fault.
Bakura used to be my friend and we were really close. Not so close that he would tell me his deepest secret, but close enough so that we went motorcycling together. This probably came from sharing a body together.
I could see it in his eyes. Instead of having their brown sparkle, they were dark and gloomy orbs leading into the darkest pits of his soul. A soul that was dark from depression. He would tell me that he didn't belong here, how this world like an awful sequel to the one he had always know. He also said, the only thing that kept him here was Ryou. He was Ryou's guardian. If Ryou ever hated him, he didn't know what he would do in this world. Unfortunately, I mistook this confession as a passing phase or some indirect way of informing me about an augment with Ryou, that would hopefully clear up the next day. How wrong I was. His last departing words to me were it was nice having me as a friend and to tell Ryou that he loved him.
I haven't completed that wish.
The next time I saw him was at the funeral. Even then, I didn't see him because the casket was closed. Marik saw, but he wouldn't tell me. "Remember what he looked like the last time you saw him", was what he told me. But the last time I saw him, he looked like the living dead!
What is what he was, but that beside the point.
Something keeps nagging at my soul though. Begging me to do something, but I haven't figured out what.
I cried, after the funeral, but it was from my own self - pity. Many mistook it for grief. Marik, my dark counter part, even took it for grief.
Was it then, truly grief? From what? We weren't the greatest of friends. But..why am I still crying? Alright, I'll admit it, Bakura was the first person who wasn't my family and wasn't a mind controlled goon to talk with me with no hatred. We were partners, yes, ready to double cross each other, but he allowed me to reside within when my body was taken over by Marik. He was the first, the very first…
That nagging feeling, like a broken promise…that's it! I forgot Bakura's promise! I promised to tell Ryou. I felt tears fall down my cheeks. I should have told Ryou about how much Bakura treasured him. This would have never happened if I had told Ryou. Thus, the only thing left to do was tell him and confess everything.
3rd person pov
Malik looked up at a gentle knock at the door. Clearing his throat he called, "Come in!" Marik opened the door and looked at Malik. He said, "You haven't visited Ryou yet." It was a statement, not a question. Malik tried to smile and said, "I going right now." Marik nodded and left, while calling over his shoulder, "Yugi has just left. He tried to comfort Ryou, but it didn't work. The Pharaoh and I thought that the hakaris should stick together and perhaps you could help Ryou and cheer him up." Malik watched Marik leave and grabbed his helmet. As he mounted his motorcycle and sped off to Ryou's house, he thought of what to say. His hands were sweating and shaking as he rang the doorbell. A shuffling of feet was heard and a voice, thick with tears was heard as the door swung open.
"Yes?", asked Ryou. Malik could see the tears still falling. Ryou wasn't crying as much as when he received the news, but anyone could see he was still grieving.
Malik cleared his throat and said, "Ryou, I've got something to tell you…."
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Yea! Another chapter finished! Inspiration has finally come!! ( D