Chapter 5: The path from darkness

Why everything in me hurts so much? Why can't I feel peace? Just this time. Only for once in my life. It's as if I was about to cry. The pain isn't physical. It's rather emotional. But from where it comes from?

It's weird. As if a part of the pain wasn't mine but someone else. Someone who is very close to me. Who it can be? I'm sure I should know that person. Is that pain because of me? Did I hurt that person? Why can I remember? And why the thought that I hurt you causing more pain? Who are you? I wish I could know … or at least remember.

Somebody was crying. Somewhere near to him was somebody who was in a deep emotional pain. Through the darkness, which was surrounding him, he couldn't see who it was. Everything looked so sad. He couldn't see and the only thing he could do was listening the painful cry. It was hurting him and he wanted to make it stop. He would do anything to make it stop. Without knowing why, he wanted to comfort that person. He wanted to do anything for that person. Anything. If only he could see through the darkness.

"Malik, stop that snivelling. It making me crazy!"

Another voice shoot in the darkness. This voice was different. He knew it wasn't voice of the crying person. The name – Malik – sounded familiar. But the meaning of that name was slipping through his grip no matter how desperately he wanted to hold it. That name meant something very important to him. He just couldn't remember.

"But he almost died, Bakura! And I don't know why he wanted it. What if it is because of me?"
This is his voice. The crying person is Malik. Who are you, Malik? Why are you so important to me? Why do I wish to comfort you? Why I can't remember. Please, somebody answer me.

"Who knows what is inside of the insane brain of his! Face it. He is insolent, not thinking and spoiled brat with an attitude problem. It's impossible for anybody to understand him. It must be in your family. I'm going out. There is nothing to do anyway. If you need something call me, ok?"

There was heard of closing door and another crying. He guessed that Bakura must made Malik more upset. Something what Bakura said stuck in his mind. Family. The darkness disappeared. Everything was clear.

"Malik?" he could see his brother next to his bed. Malik's face was worn out, tears running down his cheek and deepening his frightened face. In Marik raised guilt for making his brother worry. He remembered what happened. His depression for the past three weeks and his obviously unsuccessful attempt for suicide. Everything was back and he felt even worse that before. Once again he made his brother cry and worry.

"Marik, you idiot! What were you doing?" Malik threw himself on his brother chest and started cry harder so his words were almost impossible to understand. "I was so scared that you were gonna die! If Bakura didn't come home in time you would be gone by now."

Marik hissed in pain. His body was still weak from the blood lost. Even if he was enjoying Malik half lying on him, he needed to get him off. Marik touched the trembling shoulder of his brother. The small movement took almost all of his power. Malik looked up his eyes full of tears and worries.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to worry you!" his voice was so weak it was mere whisper. In his brother's eyes appeared something new. Disbelief.

"You tried to commit suicide and you didn't mean to worry me? What are you talking about? I want you to live. To be here with me. I was so scared that you would die. I don't want you to die." Malik was sobbing again. He felt relieve for Marik being here with him again but it hurt that he couldn't understand why his older brother tried to kill himself. Malik wanted to know but he feared that he was the reason.

Marik gently patted his head. Not even this could cheer the younger boy up. Malik wanted him to live. He wanted him … he didn't really know what he wanted. But he was sure that if his brother were about to die it would devastate him.

Bakura was quickly heading for his final destination – Ryou's house. He couldn't wait to see the younger boy. After all the troubles with Marik all he needed was to hold Ryou in his arms. He didn't know how, when or why it happened but it was there. Bakura fell for Ryou. It sounded impossible but it was the truth. That gentle, kind and polite boy was able to conquer Bakura's heart. The same heart many people were saying he didn't have.

It was already night but Bakura was sure that Ryou is still awake. Today was Friday and Ryou always stayed awake longer when there wasn't school to attend. Bakura rolled his eyes. He didn't go to school too often. It was miracle when he showed up one day in a whole week. He never considered it as an important thing to do. But when Bakura thought about it, he didn't expecting Ryou to become a club owner and a thief like he was.

Ryou was Bakura's opposite side. His better half. Maybe not stronger but definitely better. And it was an old truth that opposites attract. Bakura only hoped that he would not ruin Ryou's life. He truly wished for that teen to be happy.

The lights of Ryou's house appeared in his sight. Almost unwillingly on the thief's face raised a smile. That boy had a magical affect on him. Bakura's smile turned to a frown when he remembered Marik. He cursed his insane personality and speed up. Marik stupid acting was nothing he would like to think about. Not now.

In no time, Bakura was standing in front of the door. With a grin he opened them. Ryou stopped to lock them. That gesture of trust left Bakura speechless when it happened for the first time. He just didn't understand it. He tried to convince the smaller teen to be in safe but he refused. In their argument Ryou insist that he know Bakura come and there is no point in locking door. It was driving the thief crazy first but not anymore. He loved him and that was all the matter.

When Bakura stood inside he took a deep breath. The smell that was unmistakably Ryou's home made him calmer.(1) When he kicked his shoes off Ryou's head appeared from his room and on his young face appeared wide smile. Then he half closed his eyes in some kind of dreamy face. Bakura swallowed at this sight.

Damn him. He can't be so innocent as he pretends to be. Does he understand what is he doing to me? If he keeps doing this I will take him! Bakura moved forward embraced Ryou and crushed lips with his. The Ryou's taste was something he couldn't fully pointed out but it didn't matter. If he wants to play then let's play. Bakura smirked through the kiss and took the smaller one into the room where he laid him on the bed. Without breaking the kiss Bakura quickly unbuttoned Ryou's shirt and let his hands dancing across the tender flesh. The young one's body arched when Bakura 'accidentally' stroked sensitive nipples.

On the thief face appeared infamous smirk when he left Ryou's now swollen lips and moved to his neck. He could feel the smaller boy's body arching and almost screaming for more. I give him a game that he will be sorry for what he was doing to me three days after I finish with him. Bakura sucked hard on Ryou's neck and left a red spot. With even wider smirking he turned to his collarbone and let resting one of his hands so 'innocently' on Ryou's thigh. Damn, I should keep in my mind that this is only a play. Nothing more. Though, Ryou don't look as if he complained. Bakura moaned when two smaller hands pressed its finger into his back. His mind started be dangerously clouded and it took more of his self-control not to take the boy under him. It was very hard because Ryou's hips kept bucking into Bakura's.

One last kiss and Bakura briefly pulled away. His gentle love didn't look innocent at all. The thief chuckled when he saw the swollen lips, flushed cheeks and heels pressed into the bed. Bakura let his body rest next to the other one still smirking. Yup, that was definitely fun. Ryou calmed down and looked disappointedly at him. The older man started laugh when he saw his love gave him the you-are-so-mean-to-me look. With a gentle kiss he whisper to his ear.

"That was for seducing me in the hall." Ryou reached for his notebook and quickly write something. Bakura frowned when he read it and then smiled.

"Hmm, I think it a good think you can't speak." He tightly hugged the teen who had a confused look on face.

"Because," another kiss, "if you could speak there would be no difference between you and angel. And I don't think I could defend you if the God came here and wanted to take you back to heaven."(2) Bakura finished with a deep kiss before he looked into Ryou's eyes. The said eyes were clouded but still shined with happiness.

Dear heaven I would do anything for him.

Marik was still weak. It was two days since he woke up but the change in his condition was only small. His brother was always there to talk to him and tried to cheer him up but it wasn't working. In Marik soul reappeared the old depression. He wanted his brother but he knew it was impossible. He felt like an idiot. He desperately wanted to save his brother form any possible harm but keep hurting him with his silence. There was simply nothing he could do.

The door opened and Malik walked in with a tray where was some food. Marik closed his eyes. He wished Malik would go away and let him alone. It hurt but more hurt to look at him and knowing that he can never have him. But why …

"Marik, I brought you dinner. How do you feel?"

"You asked me twenty minutes ago and I feel same. Weak." He could tell that Malik was slightly taken back from his cold voice. He silently left the tray on the night table. With a hesitation he sat down next to Marik on his bed.

"Marik, did you…" Malik bite his lips before he was able to continue. "Did you tried to kill yourself because of something I did. You know if I hurt you or did anything wrong I'm sorry for that." Marik looked at him.

What in the seven hells he is talking about? He didn't do anything wrong. Shit, stop hanging you head like that, Malik. I don't want to see it. It makes me sad. And what worse… it makes me want you even more. Without thinking Marik grabbed Malik's hand and made him laid on the bed next to him.

Damn it all to hell.

Because I'm an ass I'm ending this chapter here. You will have to wait for the rest. Hope you are angry enough :).

Also I can't believe I was able to write this chapter anyway. Being lazy as I am it's quite hard. But … I hope you like it. I'm bowing to you all who sent me a review. Consider this chapter as a gift for you.

(1) I didn't make this up. You have to notice that after you return home from holiday or wherever else you can smell the originality of your home. And I don't talk about your brother's boots.

(2) I can't believe I wrote something like this. If my brother finds out I will be damned.

Murail