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Authoress Note: Sorry for the sap you anti-sap people ::nudges Atsuko:: Well this is where the triangle starts as well as the angst. Oh yeah.
It was a bright day that sent rays of sunlight pouring inth the white room. Ryou's eyes opened and insantly squinted against the blinding assualt. After a moment, his eyes reopened again. It was silent save for his own slightly labored breathing and the throbbing of his heart in his ears. But there was another sound. Another rhythm of breaths. His eyes shifted a little and it sent the word spinning, making his stomach flip. Another moment passed before everything went still and the image of a blonde head resting against his good arm came into focus. It took a moment for the identity of this person to make itself clear.
"Malik?" Ryou muttered quietly. What was Malik doing there? He was in Egypt performing his Tomb Keeper's duty or something like that, wasn't he? The figure groaned and lifted their head. Sure enough, the soft lavendar eyes of the Egyptian met his own.
"Ryou... I was coming to visit you and when I got to your house you weren't there. There was a note from Bakura saying you were here. I heard what happened." His tanned hand rested on Ryou's bandaged wrist. There was a tight silence between them until Malik broke it with a single question. "Why?"
It struck Ryou hard; not because he didn't think that Malik cared, but more from the fact that he didn't have an answer. Or a least not one that could be acceptable. Instead, he tried to change the subject. "Where's Bakura now? He was here, where'd he go?" His voice turned frantic. there had been doubt in his yami's voice when the act was commited. And he was certain that he'd heard his voice once, reassuring him. But where was he now? "Where is he?" he asked again.
"Shh... calm down. the doctors shooed him out, saying he wasn't giving you any breathing room." Malik's hand reached up and touched the side of the Brit boy's face. "He's probably at your house as we speak." His lavendar eyes ran over the boy's appearance. His soft, pale skin; his full cheeks, beautifully pinked lips, and large brown eyes. in that instant a lust grew in he Tomb Keeper that he could hardly control. Sure, lust wasn't anything new to him, but never was it this strong. He'd never felt such a thing toward anyone to this magnitude. Ryou looked so worried, so completely frightened. For who or what Malik could no longer recall. All he knew was that the boy was scared; he was terrified. The desire to comfort the boy was overwhelming. His hand held Ryou's tightly, his thumb rubbing over the back of his hand.
Ryou's eyes watched other other carefully. Suddenly Malik seemed lost. Not in a physical sense, but rather a mental one. "Malik? Are you alright?" His hand gently gripped the one in his.
"Yes." the Tomb keeper spoke gently, leaning up to hover his face just inches from Ryou's. "I'm just worried. That's all." His hand drifted up to touch the baby soft, white cheeks. He watned to taste that lovely flesh not only with his eyes, but his mouth as well.
"I-I'm sorry..." Ryou muttered lightly. He knew that Malik liked him and had liked him for a while; but this? It was hard being so close to Malik. Seeing as Ryou himself had had a crush on the boy for some time. Those pretty eyes staring at him so fiercely that it almost made him shudder. He wanted those lips so badly. It hurt him when he realized that Malik would probably want nothing to do with him. Seeing as no one else in the world did. Ryou's face became warm with a blush that colored his cheeks. He got his arms to work enough to at least pull away a little so that they weren't so close.
Though Malik seemed to sense his doubt and leaned in, suddenly captured the Brit's lips. The moment hung between them for what seemed to be a very long time. Ryou was the one to pull away. Though it had been a fairly innocent kiss, the boy's lips were full and pink with the action.
"W-What was that Malik?" Ryou questioned breathlessly. Not that it was a bad thing, but it wasn't everyday that someone like Malik up and kissed him.
"What do you mean? You know what that was. It was a kiss."
"I-I know that," he stuttered. Malik was still so close to him. "But why?" The question came across gently. He didn't quite know how the other boy was going to take it, but Ryou hoped he didn't seem too hateful or offensive.
"Well..." It seemed to take Malik a moment to think and give his thoughts words. "I'll give you an answer to that when you answer my question." A small smile spread over his lips.
"Y-Your question?" Ryou blinked momentarily before understanding. That seemed fair. Malik would tell him why he kissed him if Ryou told him why he had ended up in the hospital. It was a difficult decision though. Ryou would hate himself if Malik found out he was addicted to self-mutilation. It would hurt them both far too much.
Another Authoress Note: TBC!!! YAAAY! I hope you like, please review.