~ I'll Give You the World ~
Bakura stood in the doorway staring open mouthed at Ryou sitting with…another Bakura?!? What the hell was this? It was definitely arousing suspicion in his mind. That woman told him that Ryou would be here…with an imposter…and she was right.
"Ryou, what are you doing?" He yelled approaching the two. "And who the hell are you?" He added looking at the spitting image of himself. Bakura grabbed on to Ryou's arm and pulled him away from the table. "Lets go!" He didn't want to be here a moment more than he had to. After all, he had murder plans to finish.
Ryou wouldn't budge…there was some explaining to do and he wasn't leaving here until then.
"Ryou, I said lets go!" Bakura tugged on him harder, but the little white haired boy stayed put.
"No." He stated simply.
Bakura widened his eyes. Ryou had never told him no before. "Don't you tell me no!" Bakura pulled on him again, but this time, the other Bakura stood up and grabbed onto Ryou's other arm.
"He's not going."
"Who the fuck are you? You better step out of this before things get nasty…and why the hell do you look like me?"
"Give me a moment." He reached for the vile of red liquid that was sitting on the table, popped open the lid and put it to his lips, swallowing its contents.
Both Bakura and Ryou gasped as the imposter Bakura began to change right before their eyes. His hair color changed ever so slightly as his eyes went from a dark brown to a light purple. His skin was getting darker by the second and he grew a few inches. Where Bakura once was, Malik now stood, with a wicked smile on his face.
"Hello Bakura."
Bakura felt his face grow hot. He placed himself between Malik and Ryou, who now had tears in his eyes.
"How could you?" Ryou asked Malik through his tears. "You tricked me…and you made me say all that! You told me Bakura was dead!" He grabbed on to Bakura's robes and buried his face in them. He couldn't believe that Malik would stoop that low…but…his heart lightened slightly when it finally registered that he was clinging to the real Bakura…he was still alive. But why? Why did Malik spare him?
Malik's expression changed ever so slightly as he glanced at Ryou. He didn't think that it would him that much. It didn't matter though; he wasn't about to say sorry.
Ryou lifted his head again, his face was moist with tears, but now he looked more angry then upset. "Why?" Was all he could manage to ask.
Malik opened his mouth in response. How could he answer that? 'I wanted you to be able to really talk to me.' Or 'Because I wanted to find out what you thought about me.' Somehow…none of those seemed like good answers, but before he got a chance to say anything Bakura pulled himself free from his love's grasp and advanced towards Malik.
"You bastard!" And that was that. Bakura had waited for what felt like an eternity for this moment. All of his anger and hatred towards Malik had been cooped up for far too long. All the pain, the fury, the rage, it all surged through him that moment and caused his hand to go into a tight fist. Then it made harsh contact with Malik's face, making the young Pharaoh stumble backwards slightly and kneel down as he put a hand to his face. That really pissed him off. Bakura just made him look like a fool in front of Ryou. He was lucky that the tavern was empty, or there'd have been hell to pay. But still, somewhere down deep inside, he knew he deserved that. It hurt, his head was throbbing. He had never actually been hit before.
Ryou looked on in horror as Bakura walked over to Malik again and latched onto his hair, pulling the boy up slightly. 'Don't hurt him Bakura.' He thought. But he could never say that aloud. Bakura would never forgive him. But wait, why did he think that? What did he care if Malik was hurt? Or killed? He most definitely deserved it. Or…did he…
"How do you like it?" Bakura sneered, pulling Malik's face up closer and licking up some of the blood that was on Malik's face. He then brought his lips to Malik's and kissed him harshly, just as Malik had done to him, biting the Pharaoh's bottom lip hard, drawing some more blood before pulling away. "I think you should feel some of what I felt…but you'll never know the full extent because you can never love…or be loved."
That was the last straw for Malik. He brought his elbow up and rammed it into Bakura's stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Then, when he was free from the tomb robber's grasp he reached inside his cloak and pulled out a long shiny gold scepter.
Bakura was still on the floor looking down, trying to take in a deep breath, and didn't notice what Malik was doing, and before he could regain his footing, Malik was already on top of him.
Bakura looked up just in time to see Malik slam his foot down on his chest, pinning him to the ground.
Malik's lips curled up into an evil grin as he put more pressure on Bakura's chest, causing the boy to close his eyes and grit his teeth. He felt as if his ribs would break.
Ryou started forward, he had to do something to save Bakura…he was sure that Malik would kill him, but Bakura thought otherwise.
"No…" He wheezed. "Ryou don't come any closer."
"But-"
"I said no!"
Ryou stopped and continued to watch as Malik was putting his love through pain. It was almost impossible to stay still.
"Aww…how sweet…little Ryou wants to save you." Even though Malik made a nasty comment about it…it pained him that Bakura had hit him and Ryou said nothing. All the more reason for him to kill Bakura…and now he had his chance.
He took his sennen rod and unscrewed the end, revealing a sharp spear at the end. In a flash the point was at Bakura's neck, pressed tightly against his flesh.
"When I kill you. I'll be getting rid of so many of my problems." He said to Bakura, who could only laugh in response.
"I don't think I'm your problem Malik." Bakura sneered nastily.
"Shut up!" Malik narrowed his eyes, pressing the end of the sennen rod harder into Bakura's neck. He swallowed hard. He knew that once he got rid of Bakura, nothing would be solved, he was just trying to justify his actions. If anything, Ryou would think him to be more of a monster than he already did.
He made a quick glance sideways and saw Ryou; looking at him like he was some kind of demon. He hated being looked at like that by Ryou, for some reason it hurt him.
"It's time to get this over with." He lifted the sennen rod up and hesitated slightly before he started to bring it down.
"No!"
Malik was moments away from plunging the spear though Bakura's neck when Ryou; not caring what Bakura said; ran up and pushed his body against Malik's, sending the Pharaoh and himself careening to the floor. Ryou landed on top of Malik with a thud sliding the sennen rod across the floor.
"What are you thinking?!" Malik asked nastily as he gripped the boy tightly by the shoulders. Ryou's eyes started to fill with tears again as he gazed into Malik's eyes.
"Malik." He gasped, gazing into his violet orbs. "Please."
Malik's eyes widened a little as the two lay there on the floor where Ryou had fallen on top of him. He could feel Ryou's body, and for once, he wasn't shaking. Ryou wasn't looking at him like he was a monster, but he was pleading. There was hurt, and pain in his eyes. Malik…couldn't hurt Ryou any more than he already had. But what could he do?
"Ryou, what do you want from me?" He whispered so that only Ryou could hear him. Bakura was still on the floor, trying to catch his breath. "I'll give you anything. Gold, riches…Egypt, anything…just ask me and there's nothing I cant give you." Malik was almost pleading with Ryou. Begging him to reconsider, and hoping that Ryou didn't think him to be a monster. He wanted Ryou desperately and this was his last chance, he didn't care that he was begging, and he didn't care that he was showing emotion. He…needed Ryou.
Ryou sat there on top of the Pharaoh too shocked to answer. Why was Malik saying these things? Had Bakura truly punched him that hard? Or…did he really care? Was he even capable of such an emotion? All it took for Ryou to answer his own questions was to gaze into the Pharaoh's misty eyes. Again he saw what other people would have overlooked. Malik was just as pitiful as the poorest serf begging for some money on the streets of Thebes. He had it all, yet at the same time, he had nothing. In fact, he probably would have had more had he been that beggar.
But as Ryou sat there, he knew what he wanted from Malik, there was only one thing…that's all it had ever been.
"Bakura."
"W-what?" Malik could hardly believe his ears. He had offered this boy his kingdom, and yet…what he wanted was sitting on the floor next to them wheezing in pain.
"I want you…to leave me and Bakura alone." Ryou said that, not knowing if that's what he really wanted. How could he say such things to a man who, up until this point had done nothing but evil, and now, would have done anything for him? It made his heart break, but there was nothing else he could do. "Please." He begged.
"Fine." Malik said nastily as he pushed Ryou off of him. He stood up, walked over to his sennen rod and placed it back in his cloak.
Malik started towards the door and turned around. There was Ryou, down on the floor helping Bakura get to his feet. He didn't even want to say good bye.
Malik gritted his teeth. His outward expression showed nothing but anger and rage, but inside he was feeling nothing of the sort. He just wanted to go somewhere in some corner alone and die. Which is probably how he would end up dying anyway…alone. His whole life was going to be like this. Looking at life from somewhere far away. Almost like he wasn't even really living.
Realizing his fate, he knew that no amount of force was going to bring Ryou back with him. So he stepped out of the tavern alone and made his way back up to his palace, accepting the inevitable, what was meant for him.
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Ok…wow. I was on a roll when I wrote that. Seriously I sat down and in like an hour BAM I was done. Woo Hoo!! I felt like I had to tho because Isabel put me so far behind. No electric for four days! I was so bored that I started drawling pictures of Malik using a kerosene lamp. Yea…can you say pioneers? Oh well…it was kinda fun…tee hee I got to ride a canoe down the street in P.P. Can't say I've ever done that before.
Malik: She's easily excited.
^_^; ………and?
Y. Malik: Woo Hoo! I knocked down all the power lines!! They think it was Isabel…tee hee…but it was really me!!
Thank you
Y. Malik: Huh?!?
Thanks to you we all got out of school!
Y. Malik: *looks devastated* Wha?…you mean…I made…people happy?
Yup.
Y. Malik: *about to cry**Feels sorry for him* uuuh..shh..it's ok…there's plenty of people who are totally pissed off…and…uuh, hey! We were in the dark for four days thanks to you!
