Hehe, any idea of what is next to come? Well, I'll just shut my mouth and let you read on because I know you are quite anxious to find out. Toodles until the bottom.
"I…I have to go…" Bakura said with a shaky voice. He quickly kissed Mariku and then backed off and walked away quickly. He was quite shaken up to see his lover after an entire year had gone by. It was just a bit too much for him at the moment.
Mariku touched his lips softly where Bakura had left his mark. He smiled thinly even though all it was, was a small kiss that must have meant nothing from the scared robber. "He looked at me as if I were a ghost," Mariku whispered and stood on his feet. He took the long way home and did a little thinking, unlike Bakura who was quick to return to his own sanctuary to hide from reality for the remainder of the night.
Three days had passed since that night and neither yami nor hikari had spoken to one another. While either hikari was able to get out in the world, the two yamis' had stayed pent up in their separate sanctuaries. Bakura moved more freely about his home, but Mariku had trapped himself in his room in a rather depressed manner than Bakura.
The sandy blond yami had been in his bed for each day without fail and hadn't budge for anything more than to go the restroom or to sneak something from the refrigerator down in the kitchen. Malik didn't much like that his yami was just laying there and sulking like he had been for the three days time. He didn't understand why he was acting this way either.
Malik approached his bedroom doors and knocked on them lightly, then peering into the room to see him turned on his side. The curtains were drawn and the room was dark and the air was chilled enough to make Malik shiver. He poked his head into the room. "I think you need to get out of bed already. Maybe you should go clubbing with me later. You can go pick up chics and stuff, just forget about Bakura, you know?" Malik offered.
Mariku turned to Malik and hurled a small marble statue at his door towards Malik who quickly drew his head out of the door and was against the wall opposite Mariku's room. "It's not that easy!" He heard from behind the doors.
"You know you want to, Mariku! Just get up and get dressed." Malik walked away from his doors and went to get himself dressed up for the occasion. Mariku stared up at his ceiling and thought for a good moment. "Well…I do need something to drink…" He considered and then got out of his bed to get dressed.
"Are you going to be okay, Bakura?" Ryou inquired and put his hand on his yami's shoulder. Bakura nodded and stood from his chair in Ryou's office in the back of the club. "Maybe you just need some time to think. I guess it wasn't very smart of me to drag you here when you aren't feeling up to it." Ryou shrugged and smiled slightly at Bakura.
Mariku walked in on the club scene to see that nothing had changed and that it was the same boring place he had come before only wanting to drown his sorrows in alcohol. He was ready to repeat last time only without the dancing with girls' part.
He got several glances from other girls in the club that he had never seen before. They were probably only looking at his drop dead gorgeous body. He was wearing a tight black shirt that mimicked a vest and left a slight midriff that showed off his great looking stomach; a pair of denim pants that had been dyed blood red and were low at the waist; and a pair of black leather boots that reached up just below his knees; and last but not least, his favorite gold bangles that completed ever single outfit he owned. He felt foolish in this certain outfit, but he hadn't bothered to say anything about it to Malik so that the hikari could have done it for him in time.
He took to a small booth that was somewhere very badly out of sight where sat himself and tried to flag down a waitress, which he did, and it was the same waitress he had encountered the first time he had come to this club.
"What can I get you?" She inquired and held out a small pad and pen to take his order.
"The hardest drink you have in this place and make sure to bring me more than one this time." He said and leaned forward on his crossed arms that were set on the table. "You got it," She said with a smile and went to retrieve his order.
He looked out to the dance floor. It wasn't as crowded as all of the other times he had come, probably because it was a weekday and those days usually weren't as busy as they would have been on the weekend. Standing out the most towards the middle of the floor was of course Ryou dancing with Megan just like always.
"Eh…if I know Ryou is here all of the time, why the hell do I bother coming here?" He thought to himself and looked away because the hikari only reminded him of his former lover. However, he did happen to glance back at them whilst they danced. "Dancing brilliantly as usual…gah…" he said quietly.
Through the well dressed doors came Malik who just happened to be wearing the exact same thing as his yami. He glanced off at the dance floor and spotted Ryou just like he always was able to. It was nothing new that Ryou was out there again on the floor.
"Ah, there is he again…dancing with Megan. Yep, he hates me for sure." He veered his sight away from the floor and somehow spotted Mariku in the furthest reaches of the room. "Wonder why he's all the way back there…" Malik shrugged and headed off for Mariku's table.
"Hello, Mariku. Mind if I sit down?" Malik asked and stood in front of his yami looking down upon the still depressed other.
"Yes, I mind. What the hell are you doing here?" Mariku snapped at his hikari. Malik sat down regardless of what Mariku had said and looked at him from across the table sympathetically. "I thought maybe you could use a drinking buddy."
Mariku mumbled something that didn't sound as pleasant as it should be, but Malik would expect that from his yami especial in the state of depression he was in.
Not far off of the dance floor, Megan had spotted Bakura sitting quitely at the bar by himself. He had a frosted tequila glass in his one hand and was leant back against the bar, looking out over the lighter crowd of the evening.
She left the dance floor and approached him carefully so as not to startle him or scare him away. "I know you are a good dancer, Bakura…would you like to dance with me?" She offered suddenly, causing Bakura to jump just ever so slightly, but not enough to be noticed.
His thin figure circled the rim of the green tinted glass boredly and glanced up at Megan who was wearing a whispful black dress with a black mesh fabric that ran the length of her long body. "I don't really want to dance." He said calmly and focused back on the glass.
"Tell you what, if you dance with me at least once, I won't bug you for the rest of the evening. Deal?" Megan held out her hand and waited patiently for Bakura to give her an answer.
Just then, Missy called to Megan from the other end of the bar and waved. Bakura took Megan's hand and shook it firmly, "Deal." He said and pulled her out to the floor. Missy had by then come over to that end of the bar and was pouting that Megan had walked off before she had even spoken another word to her, which made her feel ignored. "Meanie…." She crossed her arms and sat there to impatiently wait for their return.
Malik looked out over the room and then looked back at Mariku somewhat without making any actualy eye contact. "So, did you order a drink already?" Mariku nodded. "Mind if we share?" He asked again. Mariku cocked his brow at his hikari and looked at him more directly. "You've never had anything this strong to drink before, in fact, I highly doubt you've ever had anything to drink. I usually see you drinking soda or water." Mariku commented.
"Well, there was that one time when I popped the top on one of your wine bottles that was in the back of the—" Malik paused realizing what he had just told Mariku in order to defend himself. Big mistake. Mariku growled heavily at his hikari and looked ready to pounce and kill when the waitress came with Mariku's drink.
"Oh, hi, Malik." She said kindly as she set the frosted glass down on the glassy surface of the table. "Hi, Janie." Malik replied with a kind smile held on his own features. This was accompanied by relief that someone had interveined before Mariku could have skinned him alive.
"How are you today, sweetie?" She asked cutely and held her tray close to her body. "I'm doing fine, what of you?" Malik returned kindly. "Liar…" Mariku muttered and looked aside as he sipped his drink quietly.
"Do you want something to drink, Malik?" She inquired and held out her pad of paper and pen. "I'll have the usual, please." He winked at the waitress who winked back and went to get his order.
"Oh my god, you like her don't you?" Mariku all too quickly assumed. Malik looked at his yami with wide eyes and bright red tint to his cheeks. "I do not, we are just friends and nothing more." Malik said defensively.
"Sure, and I'm the great Pharaoh of Egypt, right…" Mariku taunted and sipped his drink with a smug look on his face as he knew this was getting to his hikari who looked most embarrassed and a bit upset that he was being teased over nothing.
Malik turned away from his yami angrily; Mariku only laughed. It was then that the hikari had spotted his lover's yami out dancing with another. He smirked and looked back at Mariku who gave him a confused look. He pointed out towards the floor and snickered. "Looks like you've got competition." He knew that this would most likely piss his yami off enough and that is what made him laugh inside.
Mariku sighed and leaned his head on the palm of his vacant hand. "Not anymore…I think he may have tossed me aside." He said sadly and encircled his finger around the rim of his own glass. "Then why don't you dance with one of the beautiful maidens in this room who are awaiting a knight in shining dance shoes?" Malik said almost jokingly.
"I don't want to dance with them…" He said softly. "I want to dance with him…" He looked out at Bakura and just stared longingly at him.
The music dimmed to an end and some were exiting the floor. "Thanks for the dance, you can go now if you want, Bakura." Megan said and smiled at him sweetly. "Megan!" Missy called from the bar now that she was sure she had her friend's attention. Megan glanced back at her and saw Missy saying something quite loudly pointing to the back of the room. "Look in the far corner at the booth!" She had yelled. Megan looked in the directed area of her friend's attention and spotted the two Ishtars sitting in a booth, Mariku slumped over on the table beside his hikari. "I didn't expect to see them here."
Megan started off towards their table with Missy not far behind her. They stopped in front of the table and looked cutely at both boys almost kind of shyly. "Hey Malik , wanna dance?" Megan asked first. Missy stomped her foot childishly and glared at Megan in a huff. "I want to dance with Malik. You can have Mariku." Megan and Missy exchanged harsh looks and even growled at one another.
"You can be so petty you little--!" Megan had begun to say when she was interrupted. "Ladies, please!" Malik said blushingly and tried to ease the tension between them.
"I said that you could dance with Malik." Missy retorted.
"I don't want to dance with Mariku. Besides, I asked Malik first." Megan returned.
Mariku rolled his eyes and just stared stupidly at the two girls. "I feel so loved…" He said to himself and sighed. Missy ripped Malik out of the booth aggressively and dragged the little hikari off. Megan flipped Missy off and looked back at Mariku with the sweetest and most adorable face, someone completely different than who she was just a moment ago. Mariku started to slide further into the booth just to get away from the crazed bipolar female.
"Do you want to dance then?" She reached out a seemingly gentle hand to him. "I don't much feel like dancing." He replied and again slide a bit further into the rounded booth. "I won't make you, but if you ever feel like dancing, just come and find me, okay?"
Megan turned and just as she had, Mariku had caught a glimpse of his former lover staring at him from the bar where he had been stationed before. The keeper saw this as an opportunity to make Bakura as jealous as he had been when he saw Bakura dancing with another person.
Quickly he grabbed Megan by the arm, her quickly glancing back at him quite surprised. Mariku smiled at her and cocked one brow slyly. "Actually, I'll take you up on that offer, right now." Mariku said. "That's the spirit," Megan replied with a happy little grin without seeing what he was doing.
They walked out onto the floor, Bakura's glance never leaving his tricky lover. He corked a brow and wondered what Mariku was up to; he had never seen his lover dancing with another female before since he thought that all women were repulsive and evil. Now Mariku had his attention.
To this certain song, Mariku began to play out some very heavy moves that he would have only used on Bakura and was actually feeling sick to his stomach for perfoming such moves on a woman like this. He would have much preferred doing this to Bakura, but that is who he was trying to make jealous. He glanced over at Bakura and saw that the thief was just staring at him blankly as if not fazed by any of this at all.
"Having fun?" He inquired of his dance partner. "I don't usually dance this provocative, but it's pretty fun." She smiled at him and started to pick up on some of the more naughty things he was doing to her.
Ryou walked up next to his yami and leaned over near him. "A spanish tune is coming up next, would you like to dance…even if it is with your hikari?" He smiled at his yami who rolled his eyes and accepted the invitation onto the floor.
The song ended bringing on another of which the two pallid haired males were to dance to. Mariku had exhausted himself quite a bit from trying to make his lover jealous which was obviously not going to happen. "Thanks for the dance, but I think I'll just slip out and go home."
Bakura and Ryou had just stepped out onto floor. This made Mariku nervous and wanting more to leave as quickly as he could before he had to face him again. It would only feel awkward between them both.
"Maybe I'll talk to you again." Mariku thanked her again and tried to step off, but found a rather strong grip holding him back, but the grip wasn't tight or hurtful, it was gentle and warm on his flesh. "Would you like to dance?" A deep and beautiful voice said to him.
"…Me? But you have Ryou and—"
"So? I would rather dance with you…unless you don't want to…" The thief said. Mariku began to tremble with excitement and also fear of what he might do if he turned to face Bakura. He was still terribly nervous.
"Well…I can spare one more dance." He said and turned to Bakura. They walked back towards the middle of the dimly lit floor. The thief gently wrapped his arms around Mariku's waist and pulled him a bit too close for it to be comfortable for Mariku at this moment in time. "H-How are you this evening?" He said thinking that it must have sounded so stupid to Bakura.
"I guess I can't complain," Bakura said and shrugged. "And you?" He questioned in return. "Same…" Mariku replied simply and was looking off away from Bakura. The thief tilted his head to the side and tried to catch Mariku's eye.
"Why won't you look at me?" He inquired with his soft chocolate eyes focused in on the other's nervous features. "I---" Mariku was only able to say in his loss for words and was blushing again.
Well, I shall leave it at that. I have no idea what has been up with fanfiction but it will surely get resolved and there will be more to come. Lata!