You guys are great! I couldn't ask for a better group of people to read this story and I'm glad you guys like it. I know I said the last chapter was demented, but that was just because it was so freaking hard to write. Iwould like to appologize for not having titles for my chapters. Writing the story is hard enough for me already.I'll shut up now. Catch you at the bottom!
Mariku reached out to Bakura again and gently put his hand down on Bakura's own. The tomb raider looked down at Mariku's cold, pale hand; his long silver bangs fell down over his eyes and swayed slowly in front of his face.
"I needed…to hear that…." Mariku said in a mere whisper. Bakura looked up ever so slightly and his eyes met Mariku's dimming purple orbs. "That's all I wanted…that and your cute ass…." Mariku said in an attempt to break the silence with a pathetic joke that Bakura didn't appear to find funny.
The tomb keeper drew his hand away from Bakura's and wrapped his around his stomach which appeared to be where his pain was coming from. "You need medical attention," Bakura stated and stood from the step.
"No, I don't…" Mariku reached up and grabbed the stair railing and attempted to steadied himself on his unreliable legs. "But Mariku, I can't do anything for you and"
"I know, and I don't want you to have to do anything. I am happy now…I don't need anything more…"
"You idiot! You're bleeding to death and you pass it off as mere scratch when it is much bigger and a lot more deadly!" Bakura raged at the other with so much passionate concern behind his eyes. Mariku looked at Bakura quite surprised at his reaction to his wanting to die so nothing else could go wrong between them.
"But…Bakura, I—" Mariku began.
"No excuses! You need medical attention! And don't even ask me to heal you, because my powers aren't nearly strong enough to take care of this fucking mess you have gotten yourself into!"
Mariku was again surprised by Bakura's almost touching words. He smiled thinly at him and leaned against the railing. The raider jumped over the railing of the stairs and fell to the ground landing flawlessly. He grabbed the little, black cordless phone from atop a small table held fast against the wall and out of way.
He began to dial in the number for an ambulance when the phone began to melt in his hands. The heat was too much for the robber and he was forced to throat it to the ground. He glared at Mariku who's hand was held out in his direction and it was apparent that the melting of his phone was his doing. "You're replacing that you know."
"I know, and I will, but I'm not going back to that horrible white place. It refuse to go." Mariku made quite clear to Bakura. The raider recalled hearing something similar to this coming from the once forgetful keeper.
"Don't you fucking pull that again. Now, come on so you don't die in my house. Besides, you can't die yet because we haven't had any real 'fun' yet…" Bakura said in his most sexiest of his dark voices. Mariku could feel himself blushing and Bakura could see it.
He snapped out of his dreamy gaze and shook it off. "I meant it, Bakura. I'm not going back there." Bakura bent himself on a slant and rested his hand on his hip whilst tapping his foot angrily on the hardwood floor. "Well, I won't have you dying on my floor in my house." Bakura repeated with emphasis on the fact that this was his house.
Mariku began his decent down the few steps he had already been up, and was making his way towards the door when he suddenly collapsed out of weakness and was only a few feet from the door. Bakura shook his head and rolled his eyes. "See, I told you. You need medical attention, you stubborn bastard." Bakura said almost playfully, but was meant to sound more serious than it did.
Mariku coughed up more blood than usual which meant that things were worsening for him and that time was running out for him. Bakura picked him up and carried him to the couch, laying him down carefully. "What the hell are you doing, Bakura?" Mariku inquired with confusion and pain heavy on his features.
Bakura rolled up his sleeves and shook his arms to loosen the stiff joints. "Well, if you aren't going to go to a hospital, I'm going to have to give healing you a try. I'm not about to let you die and leave me alone in this godforsaken world of human filth."
He knelt down beside the couch and put his hands on Mariku's stomach, which made Mariku jump as a ticklish sensation coursed through his body. "Stop wiggling and hold still." Bakura griped.
"Bakura, if you kill me, I'll haunt you for the rest of your existance." Mariku threatened, but playfully. He really did have faith in Bakura's abilities, he just liked to joke just to mask his pain and fear.
Bakura scoffed and flicked the tip of Mariku's nose. "Bullshit, like I would kill you this way."
"Hmph…" Mariku closed his eyes and relaxed his pained body. Bakura focused his energies to that one part of Mariku and released them into the other's body. The keeper felt a warm sensation course through his torso; it kind of tingled in a delightful fashion.
Just then, the warm sensation began to weaken and Bakura let out a faint moan that Mariku was at least able to hear. The keeper opened one eye and looked up at his perspiring lover. "Stop Bakura…" He whispered.
"Just do as I told you, and hold still, Mariku." Mariku did so, but watched as Bakura grew ever weaker. The raider began to waver and his vision began to blur, but he did not once think of pulling away from Mariku.
"Damn it! I said stop, Bakura!" Mariku yelled just as Bakura had finished and collapsed and had passed out. The keeper jumped off of the couch and knelt down beside his lover, resting the raider's head on his lap. His face was slightly red and his body was over heated from the strain of his powers being used to their fullest.
"You—You cute idiot…" Mariku brushed silver tendrils from Bakura's face and stroked his warm cheeks as he gazed so very lovingly at him. Feeling stronger than ever, Mariku lifted Bakura from the floor and struggled to get him onto his back. He crept up the steps to Bakura's room. The raider was bigger than Mariku in size which made it harder to carry him.
They finally got into the room, and Mariku, as carefully as he could, eased Bakura off of his back and onto the bed. He resituated the other's limp body on the bed and covered him with his black comforter.
He scurried onto the bed next to Bakura and settled down with the thief's head laying comfortably on his chest. Mariku gazed at his unconscious lover with a caring look in his eyes. "I told you to stop…so that you wouldn't become as weak as you have…but I'm greatful." He touched his lips to Bakura's forehead and sighed. "I love you…" He whispered in Bakura's ear and drifted off into a wonderful sleep.
Not long after Mariku had nodded off into a world of dreams, Bakura shifted quite a bit to get comfortable. Mariku stirred and slowly came to life, seeing that he was still holding Bakura closely, but now the raider was sleeping and snoring which meant he was going to be just fine.
He sat up a little bit further in the bed and leaned back against the head board of the king sized bed. There he sat for quite a while and brooded, forgetting where he was and drifting off in his thoughts which were being organized. One thing he couldn't understand was the large gap in time that seemed strange to him.
The thief moaned softly and stirred again. He opened his eyes slowly and allowed his eyes to wander around the room to figure out where he was. His eyes finally came to rest upon the keeper who was staring at him and smiling very warmly. "Are you all right, Bakura?"
The tomb robber sat up slowly because he was still too weak to actually move about as he pleased. "I am fine…" His limbs trembled as they tried to hold the robber in a more upright position. "Right…" Mariku said sarcastically and eased Bakura's body back down and placed his head on his lap. "No, I'm fine…" Bakura objected and attempted to sit up again.
Mariku embraced Bakura's arm carefully. "Bakura…" The raider looked back at him with a brow cocked high on his forehead. "What?"
"I have been thinking…about everything you said," Mariku began. Bakura leaned back on Mariku's lap because he was too weak and too tired to try and get out of talking with his lover. "Like what?" He inquired groggily.
"Well, about how you wanted to be left alone, how you said I had amnesia, how you have feelings for…me…" Mariku paused and tried to think of everything else he had thought about earlier. Bakura glanced up at the unsure keeper who was staring off at the wall in the other direction.
"Sounds like you've had a lot to think about, but when did you actually get the time to think?" Bakura inquired further. "I was thinking while you were sleeping."
"Bakura…do you really want me to go away? Am I really making you that miserable? Do you hate me?" Mariku inquired all at the same time. Bakura tried to think of an answer to each question. At the moment, however, he could only think of the easiest answer for the same question that Mariku had asked him when he had amnesia.
"I don't hate you, and…I don't want you to go away. I am…I am just not used to all of these things that have happened to me. It makes it difficult to express such feelings that I have never had before." Bakura explained to his distraught egyptian boyfriend.
"Its all new to me as well…" Mariku commented in a small tone. "Tell me, what was I like with amnesia?"
Bakura chuckled and closed his eyes. "You acted like a damn kid, and you sure bugged the crap out of me. You know, I'm not good with kids. In fact, I don't really like them at all."
Mariku chuckled as well and seemed almost embarrassed now to hear about himself acting as a child would. "God, I was a little monster when I was a kid," he joked at first. His laughter calmed and he looked back at Bakura. "I'm sorry…"
"It's over, and there is no need to appologize. You couldn't do anything about it. You had amnesia." Bakura said in a very understanding way. He put his arms behind his head and relaxed on Mariku's lap, heaving a very weary sigh.
Mariku leaned over Bakura and brought his lips to the other's. Bakura lightly kissed him back with a slim and sexy smile on his face. Mariku could feel tears welling up in him and pulled back from Bakura. He replaced his lap with a pillow for the pallid-hair to lay his head on and disappeared downstairs.
He sat back on the couch and held a pillow over his already tear-stained face and sobbed quietly into the pillow. Bakura was confused by Mariku's sudden expulsion from his bedroom. He stood up out of bed not only to go find out what was wrong with Mariku, but to also prove that he was just fine and able to get around.
He descended the stairs very carefully so as to not go tumbling down the stairs and need to take another trip to the dreaded hospital. He glanced into the living room around the corner of its entrance and spotted Mariku turned about with his face shoved into a pillow. "Mariku, are you okay?"
He heard Mariku gasp as he spontaneously pulled his face out of the pillow. The keeper tried to wipe away his visible tears, then sniffled in an adorable way. "Yeah, I'm just great…" Mariku tried to calm himself to stop the flow of tears.
Bakura entered the room fully and leaned back against the wall for some much needed support. "Are you really sure you are okay?" Bakura basically repeated.
"You should be laying down…" Mariku commented without answering the other's question.
"I'm just fine, Mariku."
"Stop trying to put up a strong front." Mariku stared at Bakura with red eyes and a fake, thin smile gracing his sad features. Bakura's first mistake was stepping away from the wall without thinking of the consiquences of his actions. "Okay, don't say that something isn't wrong, because I can tell by—" Bakura collapsed to the ground before he could finish his sentence. "Damn it…" He cursed.
Mariku leapt from the couch to aid him, but was held off by the robber. "I can get up…" He commented and used the end of the couch to pull himself to his feet.
"Be careful, Bakura."
"I am being careful." Bakura hissed and brushed himself off. Mariku crossed his arms and looked at Bakura slyly. "Then why were you on the ground?"
"Because I lost my balance." Bakura lied and flipped his hair out of his face.
"You are the most agile man I know and you can't manage to stay standing." Mariku knew that Bakura was still weak and he also knew that Bakura was most likely not going to admit to his latest weakness, which enabled Mariku to play around with him.
Thinking that Bakura was going to revert back his question of why Mariku had been crying, the sandy-blonde yami walked past Bakura and walked to the kitchen to get something to drink since he was now officially dehydrated.
He searched several cupboards for a glass and quickly became frustrated because he was unable to do so. Bakura smoothly stepped into the room and pulled a blue glass from the cupboard nearest the entrance of the kitchen. He handed it to Mariku and leaned back against the counter. "Thanks," Mariku said quickly and turned away to get a drink.
Bakura's silence was unnerving the keeper. He was having trouble getting the glass to hold still under the running tap water. Once the glass was at least half full and dripping wet, Mariku turned off the water and zoomed past Bakura to the living room. He sat down and turned on the television. He was going to do everything and anything to avoid an embarrassing conversation with Bakura.
The curious tomb robber stepped back into the living room and stood off to the side of the couch. "Why were you crying, Mariku?"
"Look, there's a great program about fish," Mariku interrupted and pretended that he didn't even hear Bakura.
"That was a pathetic attempt to avoid my question." Bakura sat down very close to Mariku on the couch and scooted a little bit closer to him. The sandy-blonde started nervously and rapidly flipping from channel to channel. "Just tell me," Bakura continued to press.
The flipping of the channels became annoying to the raider who snatched the remote control away from Mariku and turned off the television. He slipped the remote into his back pocket where Mariku couldn't get to it and now he had to give Bakura an answer.
Mariku slouched down on the couch and let his hair fall over his face. Bakura reached over his hand and rested it on Mariku's. "Just tell me already."
"Do you really want me crying like a girl?" Mariku tried to joke even though the tears were again forming in his violet orbs. Bakura clenched Mariku's hand more tightly, "I don't care if cry, I just want you tell me what's wrong."
Haha! I leave you all there, but it won't take long for me to get to another chapter because I have plenty of time thanks to Spring Break which just barely began for me! Peace, love, and padded walls!