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Taski: … Er, yeah, she finally got of her lazy butt and finished this chapter, only, it drained everything out of her.Chibi B: …must…finish…fanfics…::gurgle::
Taski: I think she's gonna try to work on ToCN for all those vampire loving fans, but, not sure if she can do it yet. School has been hard on her too, it's quite amusing!But, yeah, anyways, here's the next chapter of HA. It's not exactly 6000 words long, it's a thousand short, but, get over it and be happy!
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With a grunt, Honda sent another well aimed kick to Malik's already battered and bruised body, which was now lying on the cold floor, unmoving. Honda had beaten him so hard that the rope holding him up the ceiling had broken, causing his bound body to fall on the floor with a dull thud, as Honda continued to beat him mercilessly. Not a sound escaped from the tortured teen's lips.
"Hn. Bastard." Honda cursed, and spat on Malik's prone figure. He casually stepped over the body, ignoring the vast quantities of blood pooling on the ground, and made his way over to where he had set Ryou down earlier. The drug should be wearing off any second now…
"Unnngh."
Honda smirked. Ryou was waking up right on time. The teen's eyes fluttered open, trying to focus themselves on the figure standing above him.
"Malik?" He whimpered, straining his eyes. He heard a low growl and his eyes snapped wide open when he realized who the person was. "H-Honda!? What's going on?"
"Hey there, Ryou-chan." Honda grinned widely, sitting down next to the boy and brushing his hair back gently. Ryou stared at him fearfully, the expression on Honda's face making him nervous. His eyes flickered over the other's body, and they widened when he recognized blood on his hands and shirt.
"Where's Malik?" He asked hoarsely, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Deep down, he knew that was his fellow hikari's blood, but, he didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to… Honda sighed.
"It's just you and me now, Ryou." He grinned. "Malik's not here anymore." Ryou's throat constricted painfully, and he swore his heart stopped dead in his chest. With strength he didn't know he possessed, he pushed Honda away from him and stood up, looking behind the couch frantically, searching for his lover. His eyes widened when they fell upon the motionless figure in the corner of the room, and he screamed.
"MALIK! Oh God, Malik! No! Nonononono!" Ryou wailed, rushing over to the fallen figure, nearly slipping on the pools of blood in his path. "Malik! Please tell me you're okay!" He cried, cradling the teen's head in his lap. Ryou screeched when he was suddenly violently pulled away by his hair, Honda spinning him around to glare at him.
"Now that he's out of my way, it'll be just you and me, Ryou." He pulled the resisting body against his own, leaning down to lick the side of the white haired boy's ear. "Finally, after all this time…" Ryou froze, staring ahead of him in undisguised shock and horror. When Honda began to trail tiny kisses along the side of his neck, he began to struggle to pull away desperately.
"Let go of me! I don't want this, Honda! Let go!" He cried, squirming out of the other's grasp. Honda growled, and cuffed the side of Ryou's head, momentarily stunning him. Using that to his advantage, he dragged the hikari to the couch once again, pushing him down and straddling him while pinning his arms above his head.
"Only I deserve you, Ryou-chan." Honda purred, once again kissing and licking Ryou's neck. "Can't you see that? Why won't you understand? We're perfect for each other!"
"No!" Ryou sobbed, thrashing frantically. "I hate you! Let me go! I have to help Malik! Please I-Ahhh!" Ryou cried out in pain when Honda bit down on Ryou's shoulder, growling lightly.
"I don't want to ever hear that little prick's name again, understand?" He spat hatefully. "He's as good as dead. And even if he does somehow survive, he won't ever be the same mentally! So, you might as well except the fact he's gone!"
Ryou sobbed and shook his head in denial, tears falling freely down his face. Malik wasn't dead! He couldn't be, not after all they went through…Not like this!
Ryou? Ra, hikari, please answer me! Ryou?!
Bakura! Ryou sobbed back, somewhat hysterically. Malik! He's- A sharp slap to his face brought the hikari back to reality. Honda glared at him threateningly.
"Don't even think about talking to that bastard yami of yours!" He warned, bringing one of his hands down from pinning Ryou's arms up to slither up Ryou's shirt. "I don't want him interrupting us." Ryou let loose another desperate sob, struggling to get as far away from Honda's hand as he could, whimpering when the other just slapped him again. "Don't make this difficult." He hissed, and Ryou went limp in defeat, staring tearfully at the ceiling. Why? Why did this have to happen again? Why him?
Why was it always him?
"Hurry the hell up!" Bakura raved, the short conversation he had with his light frightening him more than he wanted to admit.
"It's right up here, Bakura." Yugi said, pointing to his right. "See that driveway? That's it!"
Isis turned the car sharply, then hit her brakes. Bakura shot out of the car, Marik following behind him, a little bit slower since he was still suffering from earlier, followed by Rishid, Isis, and Yami, who had taken control of Yugi the minute he stepped out of the car.
Bakura ran up the porch steps and slammed open the front door and ran inside, freezing at the sight he was presented with. His eyes wide in horror.
An almost fully unclothed, sobbing Ryou lay underneath an equally as undressed Honda, the brunette's hands currently tugging on Ryou's jeans, an indecent grin on his face. Ryou turned, hearing the noise, and let out another choked sob as his eyes met his yami's, before he closed them, too ashamed to do anything else.
Bakura saw red.
"GET THE HELL OFF OF HIM!" He roared, racing over and punching Honda with such force his body flew off over the back of the sofa. He continued throwing various punches and kicks at the other, until he was pulled away by two strong hands. "Let me go! I'll kill him! He hurt, Ryou! He touched my hikari!!!"
"Settle down, Bakura! You're not helping Ryou at all!" Yami commanded, a sharp tone to his voice. He looked at Honda, disappointment and betrayal shining in his eyes, before he turned his attention back to a more calmed down tomb robber.
Bakura shrugged himself out of Yami's grip and kneeled down next to his crying light, gently brushing back his hair.
"Ryou, it's okay, koibito. We'll get you and Malik out of here. It'll be okay…"
"Malik…" Ryou whimpered weakly, staring at his yami pleadingly. "M-Malik…" Bakura's head snapped up, and he looked around for Marik, finding him on his hands and knees in the corner. It was then he caught the unmistakable scent of blood.
"Oh by the gods! Brother!" Isis screamed, rushing over to where Marik lay with his light's head balanced on his lap. "Someone call an ambulance! Please!" Isis cried frantically, reaching over to check for a pulse, but was shoved away viciously.
Two piercing lavender eyes glared back at her coldly, snarling warningly at the woman as he held his precious hikari close to his chest. Malik was fine…His little light was okay, he was just resting…Just resting…
Who was he kidding? His light's life was slowly slipping away in his arms, and he didn't know what to do, couldn't think straight. He could only stare in fascination at the blood on his hands, and all over Malik's body.
"Marik."
His head snapped up to meet Bakura's concerned face.
"Heal him." Bakura said gently. "With the Rod. Hurry." Marik nodded his head, coming back to reality and quickly brought his Millenium Item out from his back pocket. He held the item against Malik's forehead, and closed his eyes, chanting a few words. There was a bright glow, then a dull thud as the Rod slipped out from Marik's fingers and on to the floor next to Marik, who had passed out from the exhaustion of healing all of his light's physical wounds.
Bakura smiled sadly at the two blonde's unconscious forms before heading back to Ryou, who was still curled up on the couch.
"Hikari…"
"Take me home." Ryou whimpered, his eyes clamped shut, tears spilling out relentlessly. "Onegai. Take me home…"
"Alright, Ryou." Bakura choked, feeling a few of his light's depressing thoughts through his link. "But first." He snarled, turning to face Honda once again. "I'm sending you into the deepest pits of the Shadow Realm! Where you'll spend eternity there, tortured by duel monsters of every kind!"
"What?! No!" Honda shouted frantically, turning his eyes towards Yami. "You can't let him do this to me, Yugi! Yami!" The pharaoh just shook his head and looked away sadly. He knew that it had to be done. Plus, he couldn't deny fact that Honda deserved much more than torture for hurting two hikaris like he did.
Bakura's ring began to glow, and he glowered fiercely at Honda, his palm stretched out.
"Be gone!" He shouted, and there was a scream as Honda's soul was sent into the other dimension, his body being discarded to the shadows as well. Silence blanketed over the room, only broken by Ryou's soft sniffles and sobs and Isis's cries of grief over her brother's former condition.
"Well, I think it's time for us to head home." Yami said quietly, breaking the silence.
"Agreed." Bakura sighed softly, and walked back over to his hikari. "Ryou-chan? You ready to leave?" His heart nearly shattered as Ryou's grief stricken face rose to meet his own.
"Is M-Malik okay?"
"He'll be fine after a few days rest, koi." Bakura assured, leaning down and gently grabbing hold of Ryou's hand. "Why don't you go into the Ring and rest? I'll get us home safely, okay?"
Ryou nodded his head, too tired to argue, and retreated back into the Millenium Ring, where he curled up in his soul room, knowing that it was the only place that made him feel completely safe.
"Let's go, Pharaoh." Bakura muttered, now controlling his light's body. "Rishid, do me a favor and grab Malik?" Rishid nodded his head compliantly and bent down to gently life his brother's body into his arms without any trouble. Marik, however, was heavier than Malik, so Bakura had a tough time carrying him back out to the car.
He placed the yami on his lap, to once again save space, as Rishid slid in with Malik as well. This time, Yami stayed in control of Yugi's body, and sat in the front seat, calmly waiting for Isis to start the car.
"Bakura," Isis asked, gaining the white haired yami's attention. "Will my brother be okay?"
He sighed, and glanced over at the said light, reaching a hand out to brush back the other's hair.
"I can't say yet, Isis. Honda's words hurt him so bad last time, I don't know how long it will take for him to recover…"
"You and Marik keep saying that Honda attacked him before, when did this happen?" Isis demanded, pulling out of the cabin's driveway and steering back towards home. Bakura sighed and took a deep breath, preparing to explain everything to the elder sister.
"It happened the day before you came to pick him up…"
"And that's that." Bakura finished tiredly, resting his head against Marik's hair, inhaling the spicy scent of the other yami. "Hopefully, Malik won't react as bad as last time."
Isis was silent, focusing on the road and her thoughts. Her little brother had been hurt by that man? She wouldn't have been able to tell with how happy he had been when the three lovers were at their house. She glanced in her review mirror to catch Bakura gazing longingly at Malik, their hands entwined, his thumb caressing them softly.
A groan pierced the sudden silence that fell over the room, and Bakura brightened considerably as Marik opened his eyes, peering up at him dazedly.
"Hey, Marikky-chan." Bakura choked, a relieved smile on his face. "How are you feeling?"
"Like shit." Marik answered gruffly, and surprised Bakura by burying his head in his neck. "How's Ryou?"
"Sleeping." Bakura stroked Marik's back, trying to relax him. Marik lifted his head up to look at his lighter half, swallowing down a cry when he noticed that Malik had yet to open his eyes.
"How long have I been out?" Marik questioned, slumping back into Bakura's welcoming arms.
"Just an hour or so. We'll drop Yugi and Yami off first, then go back to our house." Isis informed. Marik grunted in acknowledgement, and groaned. He was still tired out from using his energy to heal Malik, and needed rest.
"Kura? I'm going back in the Rod, okay?" Marik said, not waiting for an answer and disappearing into his Millenium Item.
Bakura sighed at the emptiness in his arms, and leaned back further in his seat, his hand still connected to Malik's. He brought the limb up to his lips, and kissed it lightly.
"You wake up soon, okay Malik?" he whispered, closing his eyes and leaning his head on Malik's shoulder.
"Wake me up when we get back." Bakura muttered, before falling into his own troublesome sleep.
"Bakura…"
Someone nudged his shoulder gently, and he frowned, swatting away at the prodding hand with irritation.
"Bakura, wake up!"
Grumbling, Bakura finally opened his eyes and blinked at Isis's face, pushing her away none too gently.
"What do you want?" He snapped.
"I need you to help carry Malik inside, he keeps thrashing around in his sleep."
"Thrashing?" Bakura perked up, feeling his heart begin to beat a little faster as he glanced at the teen next to him. "Really?"
"Yes," Isis looked at Bakura weirdly, "and this is a good thing, why?""Because last time he was totally unresponsive, and he would barely move." Bakura informed, slipping out of the car and around to the other side to help his lover out.
As he gently slipped his arms under Malik's body, the blond hikari began to whimper and move away, kicking and swatting at Bakura's arms, making the yami frown.
"Shhh, Malik..It's okay, you're safe now." Bakura cooed, slowly lifting him up in his arms, trying to calm down the unconscious teen by whispering soft words in his ear. "Shh…I love you, everything's alright now, you're safe, shh… " Bakura murmured, following an amazed Rishid and Isis to the front door. He tiptoed inside, and up the stairs, still murmuring sweet words into Malik's ear before depositing him on his bed.
Malik groaned, and rolled over, his eyes twitching in his sleep. Bakura couldn't help but smile and run his fingers through the Egyptians gold locks. A flash of light informed him that Marik had exited the Millenium Rod, and was now standing behind him.
"You feel better?" Bakura asked, keeping his voice down so as not to arouse the resting figure on the bed. Marik stood next to Bakura and nodded silently, reaching over to grab the other dark's wrist.
"Go check on Ryou. I'll stay here with my light." Marik whispered, not looking directly into the other's eyes. Bakura sighed, frowning thoughtfully. He really should be checking on Ryou…he hadn't heard a word from him since he left to his soul room."Thanks, koi." Bakura smiled, and kissed Marik's cheek, before sitting on the floor Indian style, leaning his back against the bed as he concentrated on getting to his soul room.
Marik sighed as there was a flash of light, and Bakura's body lay limply on the floor, his eyes shut as if he were sleeping. He brushed away the white bangs lovingly, before placing a chaste, warm kiss to the others forehead.
Hearing a groan, he froze, and turned to the bed. Malik was moving! And he made sounds! Marik concluded that that was definitely a good sign.
"You're safe now, hikari." Marik murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed and lacing his hand with Malik's. "You're safe. I won't let anyone hurt you." Malik let out another soft whimper, and tightened his grip on Marik's hand, making the older yami smile happily.
"Do you think he'll be alright?"
Marik's head snapped to the doorway in surprise, not hearing anyone there before. His eyes met Isis's and he snorted, turning his attention back to his light.
"He'll be fine. He's strong." He answered proudly, a small smile on his face.
"You'll call me when he wakes up, right?" Isis asked, watching the way Marik seemed to treat her brother as if he were so fragile that he'd break.
"Hn. You actually trust me enough to leave me alone with him?" Marik sneered sarcastically, still keeping his voice low.
"Yes. I do." Isis sighed, noting Marik's shocked look as he spun around to look at her. "But I swear, if you hurt him in any way…"
"I won't." Marik answered quickly, looking back down at his life. "Malik is my whole world."
"Good." Isis smiled. "And you're his world as well." With that said, she closed the door behind her, leaving yami and hikari alone in the room, and let out a long sigh.
"Do you trust him now?"
Isis jumped, and whirled around to face her adoptive brother.
"Rishid! Don't frighten me like that." She paused, "And no, I don't trust him completely, I don't think I ever will, but, I will tolerate him. He makes Malik happy." Rishid smiled.
"And Master Malik's happiness is important."
Isis's lips twitched up into a half grin.
"Yes. Malik's happiness is very, very important."
"Ryou? Can I come in?" Bakura called gently, standing on the other side of Ryou's soul room, his hand rapping lightly on the door. "Ryou?"
The door opened with a soft click, and Bakura carefully stepped into his light's room, immediately spotting Ryou curled up in the corner, his face buried into his knees. He rushed over to him and knelt down, being careful not to startle him too much.
"Ryou-chan?"
The hikari peeked out hesitantly, showing his puffed up eyes. He sniffled and launched into Bakura's arms, his body quaking with barely suppressed sobs.
The yami barely had time to catch his crying light, surprised out of his mind that Ryou was actually willing to let him touch him. Bakura shook all those thoughts out of his head, now concerned only with Ryou.
"Shhh, hikari," Bakura whispered soothingly, stroking Ryou's snow white hair lovingly. "Everything's okay now, everything's okay…"
Ryou's sobs seemed to only be growing in force as he clutched to Bakura's shirt, wailing miserably and making Bakura struggle to stay calm himself.
"Ryou-"
"Why me, yami?" Ryou interrupted, his voice hoarse and choked with tears. "Why did this have to happen to me? D-Did I do something wrong? Am I being punished?"
"No, Ryou. You didn't do anything wrong…" Bakura shook his head and squeezed him gently, his eyes clenched shut in agony over what his hikari was thinking. "None of this was your fault."
"But why me?" Ryou whispered, his sobs finally ceasing, but tears still trailed endlessly down his face.
"I don't know, Ryou." Bakura choked, his hands now shaking as they rubbed soothing patterns up and down the teen's back. "But, it's over now. You're safe, he didn't fully…"
"I know…" Ryou sniffed, nuzzling against Bakura's chest. "Is he…?"
"Gone. Forever." Bakura growled.
"And Malik?" Ryou asked quickly, remembering the battered and bruised body of his other lover. "Is he okay?"
"Marik healed him," Bakura murmured, then hesitated, not sure what else to tell his light.
"What about mentally?" Ryou questioned worriedly, his grip on his darker half's shirt tightening. Bakura sighed.
"It's difficult to say, but, he was moving around and making sounds, so, I'm guessing he'll be fine." Ryou let out a breath of relief and leaned more fully into Bakura's arms.
"How's Marik handing this?"
Bakura shrugged."I'm not sure, he's been pretty quiet…" He glanced down at Ryou. "You ready to leave?" He felt Ryou nod his head, and smiled. "Alright. I'll meet you outside. Love you." He kissed Ryou's forehead before the teen disappeared back to his body, Bakura following afterwards.
Marik's eyes darted to Bakura's body when the other twitched slightly, and brown eyes opened to reveal it was Ryou who had gone back to his body. After another flash of light, Bakura appeared as well, and helped his light up. Marik strained a smile when Ryou glanced at him, and was greeted with the same thing, before Ryou rushed into his arms, kissing Marik's face desperately. Marik's calm façade slowly broke apart, until he tightened his hold on the teen, his eyes clenched shut.
Whispered confessions of love and comfort were repeated constantly as the two kissed and held each other closely, knowing each of them needed to be comforted.
Bakura joined the two, wrapping his arms around both of them and murmuring words of reassurance.
"You feeling alright, Ryou?" Marik whispered hoarsely, not letting loose his hold on the fragile boy. Ryou nodded his head against the other's chest, one of his hands clenching his yami's who was holding both of them together against his chest.
"Yes."
"I'm glad." Marik chuckled humorlessly, and pulled away from the two white-haired teens, plopping down on the bed next to Malik, his hand running through the light's hair.
"Any sign of consciousness at all?" Bakura asked, pulling up a chair to the side of the bed, watching the blond hikari's face carefully. Ryou sat down on the floor, and tentatively rested his head on his yami's lap, making the dark smile and stroke Ryou's silvery white hair lovingly.
"Actually, yes." Marik answered, shocking both of them. "I can sense a lot of mental activity, and he keeps moving around in his sleep."
"Well, that has to be a good sign." Bakura smiled, letting out a sigh of relief, Ryou murmuring the same thing.
"It is." Marik confirmed. He glanced over at Ryou once again, noting a bit of blood on the collar of his shirt. "Ryou? You're bleeding…"
"Hm?" Ryou blinking, tilting his head to the side and looking down at what Marik was pointing to, wincing as it brought up unpleasant memories. He tugged the shirt up self consciously, not meeting the other's eyes.
"Ryou…" Bakura murmured, his brows furrowing in concern. He gently pried Ryou's hand away from the clothing, and tugged it down, biting back a string of curses at what he saw.
Bites and bruises littered Ryou's shoulder and neck. And Bakura could only guess there were equal amounts of marks on the hikari's other side. He growled, and placed his palm over the blemishes healing them quickly before moving to the other side.
"Why didn't you tell me you were hurt…?" Bakura snapped, his voice soft despite the hurt tone. "I could have healed you…"
"I…" Ryou stuttered, turning his head away from his yami. "I didn't want you to see…" He finished, blushing shamefully, and started to scoot back away from the chair Bakura was still sitting on. Bakura's eyes softened and he grabbed on to Ryou's arm, pulling him up on his lap.
Marik gazed at them somewhat longingly, and turned back to his own light, silently pleading with him to wake up. He stiffened in surprise when Malik murmured something, his eyes twitching open.
"Malik!"
Marik's cry caught Ryou and Bakura's attention, and the two peeked over at the bed, letting out twin cries of shock when Malik fully opened his eyes, blinking slowly at the ceiling. There was something wrong though…
His eyes were blank.
"Hikari?" Marik grasped his lighter half's hand, his voice trembling with worry. Malik flinched and blinked once again, cocking his head to the side.
"Why are the lights off?" He asked hoarsely. "Wh-Where am I?
"Malik…" Ryou said softly, his eyes betraying his worry. "Th-The lights are on…And, you're at your house."
"Ryou? What are you doing here?" The scratchy voice asked again. Malik licked his dried lips, wincing when he swallowed. Ryou looked at him confusedly, wondering why Malik would ask something like that.
"I was worried about you, of course." He said, an uneasy feeling making him feel more and more anxious."We were all worried." Bakura spoke up, and frowned when Malik stiffened on the bed, his eyes wide.
"Yami B-Bakura?"
"Yeah…" He scowled when Malik seemed to start shaking, his eyes still dull.
"Wh-Who's holding my hand?" He asked, as if almost afraid of the answer. "I-Isis?"
"No, Malik, can't you see me?" Marik looked worried, and then hurt when as soon as he finished his sentence Malik jumped away from him, slamming into the side of the wall farthest away from everyone.
"What's going on?" He demanded, his body tense and alert. "What happened? Why can't I see anything?"
"Malik! Calm down!" Ryou pleaded, not wanting the other to hurt himself.
"Why are they here, Ryou?" Malik asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "What do you mean? They're here because they were worried about you, like me! Honda hurt you so badly…""Honda?" Malik blinked, momentarily stunned. "I thought Marik did this."
Marik looked heartbroken at his light's confession, turning to look at Bakura hopelessly.
"What's wrong with him?"
Bakura glanced over at Marik, then to the blond haired hikari on the bed, his face grim. He had a suspicion on what was up.
"Malik? What was the last thing you remember?"The light frowned, eyeing where he thought the voice was coming from, his gaze wary.
"Marik beating me to a bloody pulp again."
"Malik, he didn't do this to you, Honda did! Remember?" Ryou begged, reaching out to palm Malik's cheek, letting his hand drop when the other flinched away.
"I don't remember Honda at all!" Malik screamed, scooting back further. "Someone turn on the lights, I'm sick of not being able to see anyone!"
"The lights are on, hikari." Marik mumbled, "I'm going to get Isis and Rishid." He stood up quickly and rushed out of the room to call up the two older siblings.
"Malik, settle down, it's okay." Bakura tried as hard as he could to try to calm Malik, who now seemed to be on the verge of hyperventilating."I'm blind." He gasped, his breathing erratic, his dull lavender eyes moving around frantically. "I'm fucking blind!"
"Malik…" Ryou muttered, tears spilling out of his eyes. "It's going to be alright…"
"No it's not! I'm blind, and I can't seem to remember what happened to me! I'm anything but alright right now, Ryou!"
"Don't yell at him, we're only trying to help!" Bakura snapped, reaching over to pull Malik away from the wall.
"No! Let me go! Don't touch me!" Malik screamed, thrashing around in Bakura's grasp. "Let go of me!"
"Malik! Settle down!" A new voice cried out, making Malik go limp in the former thief's grasp.
"Neesan?"
"Oh Ra, Malik, what happened to your eyes?" Isis gaped, rushing to her brother's side, telling Bakura to release him.
"I can't see anything." Malik sniffed, his eyes filling with tears as he tried to stare up at where he thought his sister was standing.
"We need to get him to a doctor." Isis muttered, petting Malik's hair gently to calm him down.
"He doesn't remember Honda taking him." Marik spoke up, making the light tense in his elder siblings arms once again. "He thinks I did this to him."
"Malik, is this true?" Isis questioned, "Do you think he did this to you?"
"The last thing I remember was coming home late and him hurting me." Malik sniffled, burying into Isis's arms. Across the room, Marik paled, and looked as if he were in shock.
"What is it?" Bakura asked urgently.
"That, that happened two weeks ago." Marik whispered. "He was shopping, and didn't come back till around eleven, and I…" He trailed off, and turned his head away shamefully.
"Two weeks ago?" Malik whimpered, shaking his head. "What do you mean? It just happened a few hours ago!"
"Malik, hush." Isis soothed, then turned to Rishid who was standing in the doorway and looking at Malik worriedly. "Call the doctor, make an appointment later on, it's too early in the morning for this, and everyone needs to rest."
"Of course." Rishid said, hurrying downstairs to phone their physician. Isis turned back to her brother, carefully lying him down on the bed.
"Get some rest, I'll wake you up when it's time to leave." She murmured, drawing the blankets over him and kissing his forehead lovingly. Malik let loose another soft sniffle, and curled up facing the wall away from everyone, pulling the covers up over his head.
"Night, Malik-kun." Ryou said quietly before he left the room, Bakura echoing his words.
"Goodnight, hikari. Rest well." Marik whispered, as he too left the room, even more worried than before of his light's health.
Malik sighed in relief when the door finally shut, and slowly let the tears trail down his face. He was blind now, and had apparently lost part of his memory, something that shocked him deeply. Not only that, but Marik and Bakura were both acting weird. They seemed, dare he say it, nice, to him. Ryou sounded extremely worried about him too. What could have happened those two weeks that was so important as to change Marik and Bakura's behavior? It didn't make any sense.
He stiffened when he heard the door being pushed open again, and pretended like he was sleeping, slowing his breaths down and keeping his eyes closed.
He heard soft footsteps slowly making their way to his bed, and deep breathing.
"Malik…"The hikari could barely contain his shock, and fear. It was his yami!
"I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you…I couldn't protect you from that bastard…"
Malik could hear the sadness in his darker half's voice, and almost fainted when a hand brushed against his hair gently.
"Get better soon, hikari. I love you." And with that, the dark placed a feather light kiss on Malik's cheek, before leaving the room just as quickly and softly as he entered. Once the door had shut, Malik sat bolt upright in bed, a hand palming his cheek in complete shock. Marik had kissed him! And, said he loved him too!Flopping back down on the mattress, his mind spinning, Malik was now more resolute than ever to recover his lost memories. With determined thoughts running through his mind, the blond haired hikari fell into a troubling sleep, filled with odd dreams of Honda and his yami, and a gleaming syringe…
Chibi B: Mrf…it's done! ::cries happily:: Must start next chapter…x.x
Taski: I couldn't decide whether to make Malik loose his memories, or his eyesight, so, I decided on both. ::grin:: Chib's isn't going to get started on the next chapter for a while, despite what she thinks. She's got a total blank after this.
Chibi B: Nuuuuu! A block!
Taski: Yeah. So, we're gonna switch back to ToCN again, hopefully.
Chibi B: I love you reviewers! You're my lifeblood!
R&R