I Cry Tears Of Blood

Chapter 10: Out of the frying pan ... and into the fire.

The officer motioned for Marik to sit down, "Upon immediate examination of the corpse ... "

Marik prayed silently to Ra, 'Ra-Horakhti ... Lord of Light ... please ...'

" ... we found no fingerprints whatsoever. So, Mr. Ishtar, you are neither innocent nor guilty. But you are not off the hook yet."

"I didn't do it," responded Marik defiantly.

"You might well be lying. But we have no way to prove you wrong or right. That is all."

Marik didn't know whether to be relieved, or worried as he stood up and walked out of the office.

Ryou was waiting for him, "Hey Marik! What happened! Tell!"

Marik looked at him, "How'd you manage to come ...? You didn't ditch, did you?"

"No, I got the hall pass for the bathroom! But, stop changing the subject! How'd it go!"

Marik grinned, "They can't prove shit. No fingerprints."

Ryou flung himself at Marik, "YES! That's great!"

Marik was pinned to the wall; he laughingly hugged Ryou back, "Yeah, that is great."

Ryou smiled up at him, "Why weren't you happy when you came out then?"

Marik sighed, "Well, because ... that dude said I'm not off the hook yet. I don't like the sound of that ..."

Ryou shrugged, "As long as you're still here and not in some filthy jail cell, I'm happy."

Marik laughed, "Ryou, you like ... being close to me, right?"

Ryou blushed, but didn't move away, "Why ... you're uncomfortable with that ...?"

Marik frowned, "Well ..."

One look at Ryou's face made him stop before blurting out, " ... I prefer Bakura."

Instead, he finished, "Not at all."

Ryou leaned up, "That's ... that's good ..."

Marik tried to move away, but found himself cornered, literally.

Ryou moved to kiss him, "Marik ...? Do you want this ...?"

Marik didn't really know what to say, 'Wouldn't this be betraying Bakura ... but ... Bakura hasn't really made it official ... we're not going out or anything ...'

"Ryou ... I ... "

Then Ryou pressed his lips against Marik's. Ryou clung to Marik's shirt, deepening the kiss, pressing against Marik's warm body. Marik too responded. He grabbed Ryou's hair with one hand, pulling him closer; his other hand around Ryou's waist.

But instead of thinking about Ryou, how sweet he tasted, how passionate he was behind his innocent face ... he thought of Bakura ...

Bakura.

Bakura.

Bakura.

"Bakura ..."

Ryou pulled back, looking hurt, "What ...?"

Marik looked pale as he turned Ryou around, "Bakura. He's right there."

Indeed, Bakura was at the other end of the hall, watching them. He did not look happy at all.

A/N: Ack! So short!But intresting right? Right? "Cough"But … on another note: And NOW what's going to happen! "wink" Review and find out next time on, 'I Cry Tears ... of Blood!'