It's official. I'm completely insane. There isn't any other explanation for what's going on. It is three weeks now. And I continue to do it. Everyday when I have time I'm waiting for you. Everyday I know you little more than before. The insane thing is I cherish every second of it.
Bakura was resting against old oak in the park and relaxing. Through the leaves was shining afternoon sun and the wind made shadows of the leaves dancing on his face. He came there to collect his thoughts. Three weeks during which he was seeing Ryou. He couldn't help himself. The sense told him to leave the white haired teen and never return back to him, but he couldn't do it. To put it simply he deeply enjoyed his presence. The presence of someone who understand him.
Behind the tree were heard voices. Bakura frowned he didn't want anybody to disturb his peaceful moment. He tried to ignore it but not for long. One of the voices caught his attention and Bakura felt his blood boiled.
"So Ryou, we didn't see you for a very long time. I actually heard that you find yourself a friend. It's wonder that he doesn't mind a mute and stupid freak like you." There was laugh and the white haired thief started to see red. Nobody would call his little angel a freak. He slowly rose from the ground while the bullies continued.
"You know, Ryou. Because of your new friend we didn't have the time to remind you the golden old days." Kuro smiled at the frightened teen who was in the middle of the circle." Maybe we should beat you up so you would remember. Or maybe…"
"Or maybe," was heard a freezing voice behind Kuro, "you should get lost before I kill you, imbeciles!"
Ryou's POV:
Kuro and his friends caught me in the park. I was in a hurry because I hoped to meet Bakura. In the three weeks after he brought me home and tend my bruise we spent a lot of time together. I was still little uncertain what I felt towards him but I tried to find out very hard. I was looking forward every time we could be together. I blushed slightly when I thought about the time I was with him.
Because of it I didn't notice Kuro and his friends. I literally run into them. It made me wish I wouldn't get up from bed that morning. In the three weeks I spent with Bakura I wasn't beaten or anything else but now it seemed to be certain. I wasn't truly listening when Kuro talking to me. But the thing when he said if Bakura didn't mind a freak like me, made me sad. I was worried what if it was true. I saw Kuro raise his hand to hit and closed my eyes. Then I heard a familiar voice.
"Or maybe, you should get lost before I kill you, imbeciles!"
Normal POV:
Bakura was now holding Kuro's wrist with force, which almost broke it. Kuro's face was full of pain. Bakura's face, on the other hand, was full of despite and rage. He let go the hand and within a second hit Kuro with his fist. At the sound of braking jaw Bakura smiled.
"Get lost, guys!" he nodded towards whimpering and bleeding Kuro. "And take this shit with you." After they were gone Bakura looked at Ryou whose eyes were wide but that was before the smaller teen looked away. Bakura frowned it never happened before for Ryou to don't look into his eyes. He gently touched his shoulder.
"Lets go!"
"Marik, why don't you tell me what is going on?" once again Malik was on the edge of crying. The young Egyptian boy was resting his head against the door, which were hiding his older brother who, for reason completely unknown, decided don't to speak to his twin. "Marik, please, answer me!" there was overwhelming silence and Malik tried to suppress his sobs. "I'm going to make diner, all right?" with this he turned and walked into the kitchen. When his footsteps disappeared Marik raised his head inside the room. With angry growl he wiped his own tears from his face. It was tearing him inside to hear his brother like this.
Don't worry, Malik. Soon it will be all right. Everything will be fine. I promise. Soon!
Marik looked at his hand, which was heavily bleeding. Lazily, he wrapped a piece of cloth around it and let his head rested against the wall behind him. The three weeks since the incident he tried to avoid his brother as much as possible. It wasn't only because of the incident in the kitchen. It was because of what happened after it.
Flashback:
Seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to hours. As the time slowly passed nothing moved in the dark room. Tall and tanned Egyptian boy was watching over the other one in absolute silence. The chest of the boy lying on the bed was slowly rising and falling. After five hours and Malik still stayed unconscious.
Marik didn't move his eyes fixed on the sleeping form of his brother. His back and legs hurt and were stiffed but Marik didn't pay it attention. After a few moments his prays were granted. The one he loved more than anything else woke up. Malik lavender eyes slowly opened and blinked.
"Marik?"
Instantly, Marik bent down and hugged his brother. He whispered comforting words to Malik as he gently stroked his hair.
"I'm so sorry, Malik. I didn't mean it. I wanted to hit Bakura not you. I swear! I would never,…"
Malik silent him with his fingers softly pressed on the lips. He hugged his brother back. "I know. Don't worry about it. I know you didn't mean it. Ouch!" Malik hissed. His face hurt when he was talking too much. Without thinking Marik pressed his lips on the purple bruise and gently sucked it. With the tip of his tongue he ran around it to comfort the pain. When he pulled away he met the shocked eyes of his brother.
"Marik?"
End of Flashback:
Since that Marik was avoiding his brother. He couldn't deny that he wanted much more than just made the pain go away. More than anything else he wished to ravish his brother right there where he was lying. To touch him… To love him… To have him. With a heavy sigh he buried his head once again in hands. He needed to finish it. He must to let his brother free.
On the night table was innocently lying a knife. Marik put it there a long time ago. It seemed that now was the right time to use it. He looked at his reflection on the bluish blade and bitterly smiled.
Finish it.
Marik smiled. When it ends his brother will be finally free. Almost gently he cut over his veins. Deeply, to make sure that it will really end here.
"Oi, what's wrong, Ryou?" Bakura started to be annoyed. The silence around the smaller boy was deeply different from the usual one and he didn't understand why. For the first time, Ryou was avoiding his look. Bakura looked at the boy who was sitting on the bed.
"Why don't you just…" Bakura stopped talking when he spot tears on the smaller one's face. In no time Ryou jumped from the bed and hide himself in Bakura's arms. His sobbing was hurting Bakura and the worst thing was he didn't know what to do. Gently he wrapped his arms around the smaller boy in a poor attempt for comfort. He had to fighting the urge to start kissing Ryou. Or something more.
How it comes that even when he is crying he looks so delicious. No matter what his body is always warm and soft. Damn. I wish he would shiver from something else than crying.
"Stop crying, Ryou. What's wrong?"
Ryou gently pulled away from him and reached for his notebook. Wiping tears from his face he started write down on the white page.
I WAS AFRAID!
Bakura looked at him dumbfounded. He had no idea what Ryou was meaning. "What?" he asked confused.
I WAS AFRAID THAT EVERYTHING KURO SAID IS TRUE. THAT I … Ryou couldn't continue when tears started pouring from his eyes again. Bakura, on the other hand, was breathing heavily. He couldn't believe it. How could Ryou be afraid of something like that?
I know I should kill that bastard. Never mind I will do it later when I find him. Instantly Bakura grabbed Ryou's notebook and threw it away across the room. While the item was flying he grabbed the smaller teen and pulled him into a heated kiss. The hand of the thief painfully gripped in Ryou's hair and made him gasp. Taking advantage on this Bakura slipped his tongue into the hot cavern of Ryou's mouth.
Damn, he tastes good. Even better than I imagined. Damn I know I shouldn't be doing this but I just can't help it. Damn it all to hell.
As the kiss continued Bakura could feel Ryou's hands stroking his back. He moaned into the smaller one's mouth when he felt the gentle and long finger caressing his muscles. Bakura moaned again and moved his lips on Ryou's earlobe.
Ryou was breathing really heavily. He didn't trust to his own legs they would be able bear his weigh if Bakura didn't support him. The fact that his body was pressed to Bakura's left his mind dizzy. He desperately wanted say something. Anything, what would make the white haired thief to stay with him. Ryou gripped Bakura's jacket more tightly to gain at least some support at his own.
Bakura chuckled and continued to nibble Ryou's earlobe. The hot and short breathing against the skin on his neck almost pushed Bakura over the edge. The angel, he was holding in his arms was too sweet sin. Again he considered staying here but he decided against it. He couldn't hurt that mute boy in such way. Ryou went through hell and Bakura didn't see reason why to add another pain and suffering. He was sure that this something what Ryou didn't really want and what he will regret later. The white haired slowly pulled away and made Ryou look into his eyes.
I can't do this. I can sleep with him. No matter how much I wish it there is no way. I can't hurt him. Not him damn!
"I got to go. It will be for the best. Otherwise I could do something what would we both regret. Besides I don't hurting people like this." He wanted to pull away but Ryou didn't let him. His grip at Bakura's jacket tightened when he rapidly shook his head. No, please, don't go. I need you. I don't want you to leave me like everybody else. I … love you. Ryou didn't know how to show him that this was something he exactly wished for. This and nothing else. Quickly he reached and kissed Bakura again. He wasn't sure if he gets this massage. He was afraid to write into his notebook like if in that short time Bakura could disappear. When they parted in need for air Bakura's will was almost broken.
"Ryou, trust me. I don't want to hurt you and this would hurt you. Damn it, you are only seventeen."
In the eyes of the younger boy appeared tears. That sight hurt Bakura deep in his soul. Gently he touched Ryou's cheek.
"Ryou, you are the only person who I don't want hurt. I … am not sure what exactly is happening but I'm so afraid that … " Bakura let rested his forehead on Ryou's. "I'm afraid that you will disappear and I will never able to find you. I'm afraid that I accidentally hurt you and because of it I will loose you." Whispered softly before kissing Ryou with such gentleness, which would nobody expecting from him. Never before had Ryou hated the fact he can't speak so much. He looked into sharp eyes of the man in front of him and smiled.
This hurts, but to loose you would hurts much more. So please stay with me and don't leave me, Bakura!
Geez, another chapter done. Many big thanks for all of yours reviews. I'm sorry for putting Marik and Ryou through such shit. If you want to kill me for this, please, wait until I finish this story. I really didn't mean to let Marik committed suicide. It just happened.
Anyway I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please review and tell me what do you think. Flames are as usual welcomed.
Murail