Sunday Morning

I know who I am, but who are you?
You're not looking like you used to You're on the other side of the mirror So nothing's looking quite as clear

No Doubt

chapter five

Marik sat in his usual both at Hoshi ya Tsuki. It had become his routine to dine at the restaurant on Thursdays. He ordered the same thing every time; a steak as rare as it could be while remaining legal, mash potatoes, and wild rice. Yes, it was a European dish. It was the curse of having lived for a period with Bakura. He now had a hankering for it. Silently he began to eat his meal wondering at the silence of his Yami. It was unusual.
No more than what you are eating.> his Yami replied to the snatch of thought he caught. He yawned loudly from inside Marik's head. It had been the first bit of sleep he had caught since his return. He did not fear the nightmares. He would wake from those. It was the thought that this might be a dream, and his going to sleep would wake him up; return him to the torture of his stay in the shadow realm. Marik started slightly as his Yami separated from him and became semi-physical. It was a neat trick. He became real enough he could manipulate objects and you could touch him, but he could not be killed and looked smoky around the edges.

"Where were you today?" Marik asked curious, pushing some of his food in his Yami's direction. His Kuroi had a fondness for bloody food. The darkness took a bite, nodding in appreciation.

"Asleep. Just because I am not physical, does not mean I do not get tired. This is good steak. We should eat here more often," the Yami said. His light nodded, and proceeded to eat, all of his curiosity satisfied. The darkness watched him, thoughtful. He had a question on his mind.

"Why didn't you tell the Pharaoh about me?" Marik dropped his fork and looked up at the kuroi. Hadn't he just said he had been asleep?

"I told you once," he said his voice soft. He was not sure what had made him so determined to do this. Maybe it was the fact that he had lost him once already, and did not want to miss his chance. "I love you, Yami." Yami no Marik blinked and looked at the apprehensive face of his little piece of light. This was the second time he had told him that. This time however, he was not going to run. No, he was going to find out why. Why would anyone want him like that? He could understand if he was addicted to him. Yes, that would be so much easer to take. But, no, he said he loved him.

"Why?" the kuroi asked. It was Marik's turn to look confused. Why? He had never thought about why. It had simply been. True he had not woken up one day, and known that he was head over heels in love with this dark part of himself, but he had never questioned it. Seeing that his light was having trouble coming up with an answer, Yami no Marik rephrased his question. "What makes you feel like you're in love?" Marik smiled lightly. That he could answer.

"My first thought when I wake up in the morning is of you. Every thought during the day is in relation to you. What would he think? What would he do? When I am with you, I cannot get enough of you. You make me happy when you do nothing but are simply there. The last thought I have before sleep is of you. I dream about you. It's hard to explain," kare no Kanraku tenshi finished lamely.

"How do you know you're not simply obsessed or addicted?" Yami no Marik thought he had him there. Maybe he could convince kare no Kanraku tenshi that he was not in love with him. The light shook his head.

"I just know. I was not always sure. At first, I thought it was an addiction. A corrupt and strange one, but an addiction. Then he took you from me. Tore you away from me. Gave me no choice. At first, I was glad to be rid of you. I thought I had been forcibly cured of my addiction. But as more time went by, the ache left by you did not shrink. It grew. Larger minute by minute, until I couldn't think because of it. That's when I knew," Marik's voice was a soft whisper when he ended. The darkness felt the truth behind the words. His light was in love with him. Marik took a deep breath. He had to know. As much as the rejection would hurt, the not knowing for sure was driving him crazy. "How do you feel about me?" The kuroi was so caught by surprise, and in shock from what his haikri had told him, that he answered with the truth.

"I don't know, uchi no Kanraku tenshi," he said disappearing slowly into his soul room; he had much to think about. Marik watched him go, a small seed planted in his heart. It was so small he dared not acknowledge it; dared not notice it. The small seed was that of hope. Hope so fragile it would shatter if you breathed wrong. Hope so small it would disappear if you touched it. He grinned as he ate the rest of his food.

Maurelle: For a short chapter that sure had a lot of depth. grin the best part is Yami no Marik is questioning himself.

Yami no Marik: I am not. I'm just wondering how crazy my light can be. Love me?

Marik: comes up behind him and why is that so crazy? Hmm?

Yami no Marik: nervously It's not very believable…

Marik: Not believable is it? grins evilly we'll see who's sleeping on the couch… Walks off

Yami no Marik: runs after See here uchi no Kanraku tenshi…

Maurelle: Hopefully they'll patch things up by next chapter…yawns Later loves.