Wasabi everyone? (what's up?) I am so sorry that I couldn't finish this chapter sooner. mutters Damn writer's block... Well, at least I got it done. I could've just tossed it all out the window and said, "aw screw it" but I didn't.My shoulder isn't screwing me over anymore and I feel great. Enough of that. Enjoy the chapter and please read and review if you wouldn't mind.
Mariku glared at the theif angrily and pushed his battered Hikari out of the way. "Now you want to talk? You wanted nothing to do with me an hour ago. Why now?"
Mariku again struck his Hikari. He went into a fitful rage and struck his Hikari again and again. Bakura grabbed his arms and held tightly behind his back, restricting his movements. He glanced down at the cowering male. "Ryou's waiting for you at my house."
Malik did not hesitate in leaving with his things carelessly shoved into the backpack. He limped out of the room and made for the door, closing it behind him, and limping down the sidewalk to Bakura's house.
Mariku forced Bakura off of him and stomped off fuming to his own bedroom. Bakura followed and closed the double-doors of Mariku's master bedroom. Mariku was pouting on the ceilng already.
With the use of his magic, a few small objects had floated up to the ceilng, all happening to be glass. Tears were streaming from his purple orbs. He pointed at Bakura, sending an object flying in his direction, which he easily dodged. "I wish you would make up your damn mind!" Mariku yelled, sending another item flying more quickly at Bakura, which he was barely able to dodge, but had managed.
"I just want to talk!" He retorted angrily. Mariku shot off a few more rounds of glass objects until he had nothing more to throw. Bakura dodged as many as he could and was only hit by one. Bakura looked up and arched a fine brow. "Get your ass down here and talk to me," he said, further annoyed than he originally was.
Mariku decended from the ceiling with an innocent and upset look plastered to his face accompanied by the stain of his tears. He allowed himself to drop down into the flood of gold fabric, and large pillows almost twice his size, in a rough fashion.
Bakura casually walked over to Mariku's bed and sat on the edge. He looked back at Mariku who was struggling to get out of the mess of pillows. "I wanted to ask you…again…why do you insist on being around me?" Bakura said sounding hesitant to talk and also more serious than before.
"I told you," Mariku groaned. "You lit some sort of passion in me that not even I can explain."
"You didn't feel this way before, why now?" Bakura questioned more curiously.
"If you must know, I think that you have changed from what you once were." Mariku whispered, tears continuing to exist.
"What did I used to be? I don't recall changing…ever."
Mariku climbed out of the pit of pillows and crawled over to the edge of the bed opposite the side Bakura was sitting. "To me, Bakura, you were merely a pawn in my sick games that I played against the pharaoh…" Mariku shifted and looked back at Bakura who's back was still turned to him. " You may not notice that change, but I have…"
Bakura shed the black trench coat that he had been wearing the entire time and draped it over one of the bed posts. He had worn it to keep Mariku from thinking anything dirty whilst they had this conversation. He was wearing tight leather clothing that barely allowed any movement whatsoever and it was amazing that he dodged the objects he did earlier.
"Well, I'll cut to the chase. I don't understand it…" Bakura shrugged. Mariku closed his eyes and sighed exhaustedly," Let me guess, a sudden change of heart," he thought to himself. Bakura leaned his chin on his hand and closed his delicious chocolate orbs as well.
"Mariku, ever since I ran into you that white winter's night, I felt different," Bakura openly admitted.
"Elaborate…" Mariku turned and looked back at him. "Well, its like you said. I lit some stupid passion within you, and I guess you could say you did the same for me… I just didn't want to admit it," Bakura explained.
"I never said it was stupid…" Mariku muttered and slumped over onto the palm of his hand. Bakura stood and grabbed his trench coat. "Well, I have wasted enough of your time as it is…I will just let myself out."
Bakura opened the double-doors a tad bit, then paused," Oh, and by the way…that thing we did, it wasn't a dream," Bakura admitted.
Mariku appeared in front of him and slammed the door shut angrily. "What do you mean it wasn't a dream? You said-"
"I lied, Mariku."
Mariku shuddered as anger pulsed through his body. He was quick to act out and punched Bakura in the stomach. The silver-haired theif bent over with his arms held over his stomach. "What the hell was that for?" He groaned.
"For lying to me. You told me it was all just a dream, and I was stupid enough to believe it."
Bakura straightened up and shook off the minimal amount of pain. "Well," he shrugged, "as I said before, I wouldn't admit anything like that. To me, it seemed to be no more than a dream."
Tears crept upon Mariku once again. He did not waste any time pulling Bakura into a very passionate kiss which did not last long. Mariku's lips seperated from Bakura's, their bodies close, and their fingers entangled in one anothers.
"I didn't want it to be a dream…" Mariku mummbled.
The theif's longing lips trapped Mariku's in yet another kiss similar to the first. He bit the lower of his soft lips and bit down gently bringing Mariku enjoyment and utter bliss. The tomb keeper moaned and his body quivered in anticipation.
The fridged breeze whipped Malik in the face as he hobbled down the street to Bakura's house. He suddenly wished that he had remembered to grab a coat before running from the house in panic. He knocked on the door of the old house and leaned against the side to wait for an answer.
The silver-haired Hikari answered, dressed in black, with a bowl of strawberries in his hand and a strawberry in the other. It was unlike him to ever snack or to ever wear anything the color of black. Malik looked at him oddly and watched as he popped the juicy delight into his mouth.
"Hi, Malik," he moved aside to let Malik in, "Make yourself comfortable. I'm just finishing my snack and putting away the groceries." Malik walked into the wonderful warmth of the house. Ryou returned to the kitchen to finish what he had started.
Malik dropped his backpack near the door and slowly, but painfully walked to the living room and fell back on the couch which he soon regretted as the pain pulsated through his body.
Ryou finished his chore and walked into the living room with a smile plastered to his face. However, the large grin faded away at the site of Malik. Ryou had not been paying attention whilst munching and had not noticed that Malik had had the crap beaten out of him.
"What the heck? Are you okay?" Ryou sat down next to Malik on the couch. He sat in panic as he over looked Malik's body.
"Its nothing…Mariku was just upset."
"How did you get away?" Ryou inquired as calmly as possible.
"Bakura stopped him…" Malik uncomfortable shifted his weight on the coach and flinched. "Strange…I thought Bakura was in his room…I guess he wasn't."
Ryou and Malik went over all of the sandy-blond's wounds, and then Malik was given painkillers and a glass of water. Whilst Ryou worried, Malik watched with interest. The Hikari's pants were tighter than usual, less conservative. Ryou stood and took the empty glass of water from him. As he turned, he was surprised to feel the slightest tweak of his butt. Malik had pinched him playfully.
"Ow," Ryou turned at an angle. He was very skinny but oh so sexy in Malik's eyes. "What was that for?" He blushed furiously and his eyes were wide with surprise.
"I may have just gotten my ass kicked, but I can still play…" he smirked. The tenacious material of Ryou's pants was giving Malik a few ideas.
Ryou blushed badly, and Malik did the same. This was all new to them both. Ryou was very cute when flustered. "Um…uh…" Ryou stammered and was at a loss for words.
Malik stood, holding back expressions of pain and slowly approached Ryou. He took the empty glass from Ryou's hand and set it on the coffee table. Ryou looked at Malik in a confused way. Suddenly, Malik slammed Ryou's hips to his own and brushed lips with the other Hikari.
Malik pulled away slowly, as the pain was becoming unbarable once again. He took a step back from Ryou and leaned against the wall as smoothly and cool as possible. "I'm sorry," he appologized, seeming embarrassed, but not in pain like he was. Ryou looked down, and was doing his impression of a tomato. "Uh..n-no…you were…I mean its fine…really," he stuttered.
Malik again took a seat on the couch and groaned. The very sexy Ryou sat down next to him and gave him a more seriously worried look. "Are you sure you are okay, Malik?"
Malik again eye-balled Ryou's slim figure and quickly averted his eyes, "Restrain yourself," he thought. His body quaked at the many thoughts running through his mind.
Ryou waved his hand in front of Malik's face to check for any signs of life as Malik gazed unbrokenly at the fireplace across the room. "Malik? Are you?"
Quickly, Malik forcefully pushed Ryou back on the couch and ambushed his neck with delicate kisses, putting one hand on Ryou's chest and placing the other just above the button of the tight black leather jeans. Ryou was dazed and just as confused. "M-Malik?"
"I'm sorry, Ryou…I'm trying to hold back as…much as possible…" he appologized between each kiss.
Eeeek! I love the ending of this chapter, I hope you do too. Betcha can't wait for the next chapter to see what happens! Only Megan and I know, you have to wait. I'll try to hurry for you. I'll just remind you, review plz!