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Malik stood alone in the kitchen of the small apartment. Bakura was at school with Ryou and would not be back for some hours. He stood alone, perfectly alone. He was standing in front of the sink a small kitchen knife in his hand. It would be over quickly. He could do it. And no one would miss him. Bakura might, but only for awhile. Thief king Bakura didn't care for anyone unless they were useful. And Malik wouldn't be of any use to him dead, so what did it matter. He stood looking at his hands, white from clutching the knife so hard, for a long while. Once he glanced back at the clock, it was already almost two o'clock If he did it, he had to do it now, before Bakura got home in an hour.
He turned around, knife in hand, and slowly slid down onto the floor. He smile and looked at his wrist. That would be a good place to do it. Quick and painless. Yes painless. No one would now Malik to be afraid of pain, but he was. He had been afraid of pain…and knives in fact, since he had gotten the tattoo when he was ten.
He shook his head. Stop thinking of the past, you have to do this now, he told himself. Now. He took the blade down, and there was a spurt of red that splashed onto Malik's face. His expression was shocked. The knife had not cut tan skin, but pale white. He looked up to see the face of Bakura, a look of complete fury on his face. All Malik could do was look into the cold brown eyes of the enraged Yami. He couldn't look away. He was glued to those eyes. Bakura was home far to early.
"Don't you ever think of doing that again." Bakura yelled as he stormed out of the room, throwing the knife in the floor so hard that it shattered.
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Malik was glued to the spot on which he sat, his eyes never leaving the spot Bakura had just stood at. His eyes started to water and he looked down. He smiled. He didn't think it was possible. Could Bakura actually care about him? Malik stood up shakily and carefully picked up the broken knife. He washed Bakura's blood off the floor and then walked over to Bakura's room.
The room was dark and Bakura sat on the bed wrapping a bandage around his hand slowly and deliberately. Malik stared at him. Bakura practically melted in with the darkness. His brown eyes looked red in the poor light and the unbuttoned dark blue uniform that was Ryou's looked black. Malik slowly knocked on the open door for permission to come in.
"Come in" said Bakura without looking up from tying the bandage.
Malik slowly walked in and sat on the opposite side of the bed from Bakura. He sat cross-legged with his hand in his lap. He kept his eyes downcast. He didn't want to look a those eyes again. He felt the bed shift as Bakura crawled over to him. He looked up just as Bakura collapsed on top of him. Bakura hugged Malik and gave him a small kiss on the lips.
"Don't you ever do that to me again" he murmured as he fell asleep.
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Ryou was sitting in math class. He had learned this stuff the other day, but some of the slower kids still didn't get it.
Ryou sighed and closed his eyes and decided to give Bakura a visit. The Ring glowed warmly for a second before going back to plain cold metal. He knocked on the door to Bakura's soul room. He heard a faint reply from the room and he opened the door. Bakura sat on a pile of fancy silk pillows, of the kind you might see in an Egyptian palace (wonder why --). Bakura sat cross-legged and had a troubled look to his eyes, though it didn't show on his face.
Ryou sat down on the pillows, too. He looked at Bakura for a moment before asking, "is something wrong?"
Bakura looked up at him quickly. "Nothings wrong. Why would you think something was wrong?"
Ryou scowled, showing he disagreed.
Bakura looked like he was about to disagree, but let it drop. He sighed and looked up a Ryou, a look of concentration on his face.
"I feel like something's wrong. I can't explain it. I just feel that way" he explained to Ryou.
Ryou looked at Bakura curiously. "well, what do you feel is wrong?" he asked, semi-concerned that Bakura felt worried.
"Well, I'm not entirely sure. I just have a bad feeling about today," Bakura explained leaning back on his little pillow/bed.
Ryou looked in thought for a moment. He looked up after awhile.
"Bakura, do you want to go home to check if everything's all right?" Ryou asked slowly, as if deciding if it was a good idea even as he said it.
Bakura looked up quickly. "Really? You mean it?" he asked, in an almost childlike manner.
Ryou laughed at Bakura's behavior. "Yes I mean it. I mean, you're never worried, so if you are, something must be really wrong." he explained matter-o-factly.
Bakura nodded quickly. Ryou got up and left the soul room. He opened his eyes again back to the waking world. He looked at the clock. 2:30. He knew the lesson and his last class was a free period. He could leave now to check on things at home without getting in serious trouble. He raised his hand and told the teacher that he needed to go to the nurse. Yuugi, who was in the same class, looked up as Ryou left the class room. Right before the door closed, Yuugi could see the faint glow of the Ring as Bakura took control.
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Bakura opened the door to the apartment building he and Ryou lived in. Every step he took closer to his house, he felt more worried, and Bakura hated being worried. In his soul room Ryou could sense Bakura's uneasiness. He didn't like it either. Bakura was never worried. In Ryou's life with Bakura, he only remembered Bakura being worried once. It was when Bakura had dueled Yami no Malik on Kaiba's blimp. He was fighting for Malik's Sennen rod and Malik's life, and ever then he didn't show it as much as today.
By now Bakura was at the door of Ryou's apartment, and his worry was ever increasing. He finally found the key and opened the door. He walked into the sitting room of the apartment. It was very quiet, which added to Bakura's nervousness. He walked over to the kitchen slowly. When he saw Malik on the floor, knife in hand, his worry quickly faded into anger. He grabbed the knife just as Malik was about to cut his wrist.
Malik quickly looked up at Bakura. Bakura could tell by Malik's face that he looked furious. That was to be expected, Bakura was furious. How could Malik try something like this?
"Don't you ever think of doing that again." He tried to keep his voice calm, but failed, and ended up yelling instead. So he turned around and stormed away, shattering the knife on the ground to slightly quell his anger.
Bakura sat in his room. The lights were off, yet he could plainly see the bandage he was wrapping around his hand. He hadn't noticed the deep cut until he got to his room, and while it didn't really bother him, he wanted it to heal for Ryou. He sat their for a while, aimlessly bandaging his hand, taking it off, re-doing it, etc. When he heard a knock on his door, he didn't even bother to look up.
"Come in" he said dully. He was tired from his panic and anger today, and he just wanted to go to bed. He glanced at the clock for a split second out of the corner of his eye. 7:30. How had it gotten so late? It was almost winter in Domino, which made it darker earlier. This only added to his sleepiness. He felt the bed shift as Malik sat down. He moved over and collapsed on top of him. He gave Malik a small kiss, the action only emphasizing his fatigue, the great Bakura would never show outright affection.
"Don't ever do that top me again." He stated before succumbing to sleep.
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From his soul room, Ryou smiled. He had never seen Bakura this tired, worried, angry, and scared ever in his life… let alone in one day. Ryou wanted to see both Bakura and Malik happy, they were the only real friends he had, and he knew that was the same for them as well. Ryou smiled contently as he watched Malik fall asleep, before falling asleep himself. It had been a long day for everyone.
Uhhhhhh I have NO excuse for not updating, it was due to pure LAZYNESS! Well, I have one or two excuses. My computer was in Chicago for the entirety of the summer, I started high school this year, and I had Major writers block. I really hate this story. Well, I like it, but I don't like where it's going and stuff, but my sister WILL kill me f I don't finish it. Soooo yeah. I'll try to update soon, if anyone really cares that is. If I don't get any reviews, I will assume no one want me to continue and I won't. Ja Ne.
Um and to the people who did review for the first chapter, I am eternally grateful. It feels so great to get a review and I'm glad you cared enough to tell me what you thought. And I don't accept flames, just constructive criticism.