Evil harRy: Ok, this is kind of short. Just what happens to Bakura since pplz wanted to know. Enjoy and hope ya'll like. I didn't find a song to do with this chapter. But if anyone thinks they know one that would go good
Chapter 7:
(Bakura's P.O.V)
I smiled. Yes I Bakura, the tomb robber, smiled.
Day before
The night air was warm and dry as it came in through the apartment window. I was currently staying with Malik in the extra room of his apartment. It had been a couple months since I moved in with Malik. I couldn't stand being in that house anymore.
Life wasn't so bad right now. I had Malik, we were there for each other. I still have those damned nightmares though ... I haven't told Malik of them.
I heard the door of the apartment open and I instantly closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. Malik had been getting on my case lately about my sleep habits. I heard him walk down the hall to the kitchen. The fridge door opened and closed a minuet later. I could hear him walk through the small living room, towards my room.
I kept my breathing slow and even. He walked in up to my bed and sat down on the floor beside it. I heard a small sniffle. Is Malik crying? … He is … Why?
I didn't move though, I didn't want him to know I was still awake or he would just get mad at me. I didn't like it when Malik was mad at me.
Small sobs started coming form Malik, but I stayed still. I heard him whisper something; I couldn't make out the words.
I felt soft lips brush against mine in a quick, sweet kiss and like that they were gone. Malik stood up and my eyes opened. I grabbed his wrist as he turned and he gasped. Violet eyes wide he turned to me. "B-bakura …" was all he could say as I stared up at him. Tears slowly started to flow from his eyes. I sat up, a hand still holding firmly. I pulled lightly on his wrist, making him sit down on the bed beside me. He instantly looked at the floor, as if it was very interesting all of a sudden.
"Malik, " I said softly, "Why …are you crying?" He didn't look away from the floor, and I sighed. I put my other hand lightly under his chin, making him look at me. His lavender eyes were wide with sorrow and fear.
I didn't like it when they looked like that.
"Please, …," I said and lightly wiped the tears that fell down his cheeks, "Tell me what's wrong?"
Malik shook his head and looked back at the floor. "Don't be like that Malik." I whispered and pulled him into a hug. He snuggled up against me, nuzzling his noise against my neck.
I felt myself blush slightly. (Slightly!)
He had never done that before. Kind of felt nice.
The next morning I awoke, Malik snuggled up against me. He was still asleep, blond hair, messy and wildly spread over his face.
I smiled. Yes I Bakura, the tomb robber, smiled.
Gently I brushed the hair from his face and sighed.
I think maybe, things are gonna get better from now on. I hope things keep gonna on how they are right now; then life… would be pretty damned good. Worth living. I feel whole now.
Everything is better now.
"I love you Baku," I heard Malik whisper.
I smiled again, "I love you too."
Evil Harry: that's it, that's all. Hope ya'll like lol. :P please review. I know this chapter was short, but you all got your happy ending, so don't complain too much okies? was actually gonna make the ending sad :P anyhows, REVIEW! Lol ♥.
PS: writin' a new fic. real soon, to the song, "one week", barenaked ladies, sing that right? Anyhows, hopefully have a chapter up by next week. Heh;;