Hi ya peoples! I'm totally pissed at myself for not getting this chapters up as fast as I would like to be doing so. My computer is being an ass at the moment making it hard to do anything and I sincerely hope this chapter loads.
Both ancient life forms had cleared out of the study with great haste; both being in as foul as mood as they were.
Bakura, who had left first, had detoured his way out onto the deck to calm down and also to think more of his nightmares now that Mariku was not around to taunt him as he had been doing.
Mariku had returned to his labors of cleaning up around the house, of course with magical aid in tow. The next thing on his agenda was the kitchen. The cleaning items went about the specifically assigned duties whilst Mariku sat down to the table to overlook them.
While he sat there, hunched over with is head propped up on one arm, he recalled his spat with Bakura in the study. He thought it more than pathetic of Bakura to worry about his damn dreams, no matter how good or bad. They were only dreams. He also thought of how he reacted in that situation.
He suddenly felt terribly guilty for disregarding anything Bakura had said and the guilt was killing him. Mariku stood and angrily pushed himself away from the table. His concentration the cleaning tools was cut off and they all plummeted to the ground making a loud crashing sound.
Mariku marched out onto the deck, nearly shattering the glass doors when he slammed them shut behind himself. Bakura had obviously been able to hear Mariku's noisy entrance and could only have guessed that it was him. "What do you want now?" He growled.
"You fag! You are the only snake alive that could ever make me feel this guilty over anything!" Mariku roared at Bakura. "Guilty? No one said you had to feel guilty," Bakura returned in his own icy tone that could send a shiver up any opponents spine.
Mariku grabbed Bakura by the shirt and whipped him towards the wall of the house, following up in a flash and shoving him hard against the cold surface. "You made me feel guilty because I did not take your fucking dreams seriously!" Mariku raged tightly to Bakura's body with a look to kill in his piercing lavender eyes.
Bakura put his hands tightly over Mariku's and gave him a most unpleasant of looks. "Listen, I never intended for you to feel any guilt or for you or anyone to take my nightmares seriously, but I however, intend to take them seriously. Now, release me at once." Bakura explained and then demanded for his release.
Mariku released his firm grip on Bakura and backed away from him. The pallid hair brushed the dust form his shirt and straightened himself out. "I appologize…" Mariku said in a whisper with sincerity intended. However, Bakura was in disbelief of his sincerity.
"Fine, I accept…now get out of my face." Bakura said as he brushed Mariku off and headed for a chair resting against the railing of the deck. Mariku's eyes narrowed to the thinest of slits, and he then grabbed the raider once again but this time boast him over the railng and into the snow below.
Bakura feel deep into the powder and a moment later sat up and brushed the snow out of his hair, shaking off the blow. He was unfazed by the magnitude of his long fall and was merely angry with the other that threw him over the edge of the deck. "What the fuck, Mariku!" He yelled up towards the deck where Mariku's was looming over the railing at Bakura and staring at him with the same narrowed glare.
"If you are going to be like that then I retract my apology! Maybe you should just stay put in the snow and cool down, and after that then we'll talk!" Mariku returned to the warmth of his home and stormed off to his bedroom.
"You are a real ass hole, Mariku Ishtar!" Bakura scram up at the open window of the keeper's bedroom. Just then, something crystal was cast out of the opening, hitting Bakura right between the eyes, knocking him back into the mound of snow he was still in. "I heard that, you bastard!" Followed up right after.
Bakura angrily went into the house and dressed into something that was more like what he would wear before he confronted Mariku's barricaded doors. "Well, I'm leaving now so that you won't have to feel guilty anymore! Perhaps then we can both 'cool down' as you put it!" The raider shouted through the closed doors. "Good! Get out already because I absolutely despise you now!" Mariku hastily retorted from behind the doors.
Bakura had nothing against leaving immediately and had left as quickly as he had come. He returned to the comforts of his own home, but only came upon the sight of the two hikaris being topless, and with one being without any form of trousers; that being Malik of course.
He gripped Malik's wavering limb tightly and tore him off of the couch away from Ryou. He picked up Malik's clothing and directed the nude male to the door with orders for him to leave the house immediately. "I'm not in the mood to watch a Mariku look-alike fucking my hikari. I want you out now!" He ordered keeping a firm grip on Malik as he escorted him to the front door.
"Oww…you're hurting me Bakura! What the hell's wrong with you?" Malik groaned as he tried to pull away. Bakura released him and watched as Malik tripped over himself and was on the hardwood floor in only a matter of seconds.
"That's none of your damn business." He barked at Malik. The sandy blonde hikari sat up and started to dress himself as he glared at Bakura who was glaring equally as much as he. "Boku, tell us what's wrong!" Malik blurted without a hint of thought put into his speech. He had called the already p.o.'d raider by his nickname given him by Mariku while he had been handicapped with his amnesia.
Bakura further narrowed his eyes at the other and tightened both fists hung down at his sides. "Call me that again and I'll kill you without hesitation." The other's threat was reason enough to never speak the name again. The raider turned and made his way up the tall staircase to his bedroom. "Bakura!" Ryou called, but was too late to say another word before the other had disappeared into his own little sanctuary. (aka his bedroom)
The pallid haired hikari lowered his yead and sighed most sadly. Malik sat on the floor, his mind trapped deep in thought for a short moment. Suddenly, he leapt up from the floor and darted up the stairs with a twistedly scared look on his features. He broke into the drafty bedroom that was without even the light of day.
Bakura was hunched over on the edge of his bed, his entire body turned front to the window and his back to the door. "What did you do?" Malik demanded, knowing something had most likely happened between the two ancient egyptians.
"What did 'I' do…?" He echoed in a whisper. He stood and turned to face Malik with narrowed eyes glaring at him intensely. He even bore his pearl white fangs at the innocent creature standing not far from him. His look was that of a murderer even though he had not killed…yet.
"What did 'I' do?" He echoed more loudly and angrily. "I have done nothing! Not a damn thing! All that I did was have a stupid dream that Mariku was going to kill me! I take great concern in my dreams, unlike Mariku who could care less." He continued to glare at the other with a look of malice that was frightening to the hikari.
Malik's body quivered with fear, but he wasn't about to run from anyone, especially Bakura who he had feared for far too long. "That's bull shit…" He retorted in a wavering tone.
"What did you say?" Bakura inquired in a whisper. No one had ever dared to speak back to him like this ever. It was strange that this little human had the nerve to continue arguing with Bakura.
"I said that its bullshit! He wouldn't harm you ever. I know how much he loves you and cares for you, and he loves you far too much to ever do such a thing to you!" Malik retorted with passion behind each word he spoke.
Bakura was in disbelief of what he was hearing. Was this minority of a human actually saying any of this to the raider? He again turned his back on Malik and returned to sitting down on his bed in a slumped over way.
Suddenly, the faint sounds of sobbing were emitting from the raider which was truly a rare and strange occurance to ever come about. "You have no idea…" Malik heard as a faint whisper coming from the crying yami.
Malik couldn't believe what he was now witnessing. Bakura? In tears? Malik pinched himself just to make sure he wasn't dreaming, and indeed he was not. He was very much awake. It was odd, at one moment the raider had a look of murder in his eyes and was on the verge of tearing off the hikari's head, but in the next he had broken down into tears.
"Bakura. They're only dreams and nothing more. Its just a bunch of silly dreams."
A voice echoed then in Bakura's head; Mariku's voice. "It's just a silly dream…" He had said to Bakura not but an hour ago maybe even less. The words seemed to grow stronger refusing to fade out or disappear. "Just a silly dream…" It echoed again bouncing around inside his head, taunting him so.
"Get out or I'll tear you into shreads of non-existance!" Bakura threatened in a risen and dangerous tone of voice.
Well, there you have it. Another chapter. All of you are like "finally she got another chapter up, god that took forever" well, I am sorry for taking so long.