Bonjour! Salut! Buenos Dias! Kia Ora! n.n;; Anyone who knows what the last language is gets a PRIZE! hehehe
Well... it was been awhile since I have updated, huh kiddies? n.n;; So sorry... But I am currently working my arse on a hug project, that will be unvield on September Second! n.n Who cant wait til then! (i am wondering if I can get the day off from school... hehehe) Happy borthday Ryou! -throws confetti- Ahem, yesh... So... Check it out on September the Second, lurvley surprise for you all (Hiro, dont tell) -waves- Onwards with the fic! I actually like the way I portrayed Bakura in this... n.n;;
Disclaimer: No Own, no sue.
"What?" Ryous father slammed his fist down on the table, furious.
"Th-They're gone… left… You shouldn't have scared him!" Izumi stood up. "You threatened to separate the two of them, of course he didn't take it well. He LOVES Ryou!"
"He does not." He spat, his face contorted in anger. "That crazy Psycho does not love my son, he-he…"
"He loves him." Izumi said softly. "I've seen it, the way he cared for Ryou. And of course Ryou is going to love him back, he's had no-one to depend on him since…" She trailed off, gazing at the table.
"I'm calling the cops." Mr. Bakura stood up, and stalked over to the phone.
"No!" Izumi said. "He hasn't done anything wrong, he wont hurt Ryou!"
"He's kidnapped my son." The man replied with his teeth gritted in anger. "Im sending him off to jail so he can never bother us again."
Izumi sank into a chair, her hands over her face as she began to silently cry.
When Ryou woke up, it was cold. Although his vision was dark, he could sense from the chilly air and weak sunlight on his exposed skin that it was early morning. He righted himself from Bakuras chest, and rubbed his eyes, wishing so much that he could see. He would give anything to be able to see.
Ryou shook Bakura, after trying the mental link several times, and finding it blocked. Unable to wake him, Ryou leaned down and kissed him tenderly on the lips, finally feeling him wake up in the back of his mind.
Bakuras eyes snapped open, as he felt Ryous soft, sweet lips press on his. Bakura moaned, his hand going to the back of Ryous head, entwined in his locks as he deepened the kiss, until finally they broke apart for breath. Ryou panted, his face flushed a very cute bright red. The darkness grinned, looping his arms around the boys' chest, pulling Ryou closer to him.
/Yami/
/hmm/
/I love you so much. I-I don't care of you separated me from my father, I guess it was for the best… I don't want to go to a fancy school, I want to be with you/ Bakuras heart nearly melted, as he idly ran his fingers through Ryous long gorgeous hair.
/I love you more than life itself Ryou…/ He smiled at the boy, who relaxed under his hold. /now, lets get out of here…/
"Oh nooo, nuh-uh." Malik shook his head, his amethyst eyes lingering on the trembling Ryou.
"Listen, Malik, you owe me, so move your ass, and just let us stay for awhile. Please." Malik blinked, more than slightly surprised. Did Bakura just say please?
"I don't want the cops coming around, Bakura, I mean it."
"Look, they won't come near here. I'll make sure of it. I just need Ryou to stay here while I sort out a place for us to stay." Malik sighed, the door half open as he decided. "Malik…" The Egyptian rolled his eyes, opening the door fully and standing aside to let the white haired teens through. Bakura flashed a small smile, slowly guiding Ryou through the doorframe and onto the couch. Malik followed them, as he sat on the couch beside Ryou.
"I-I have to go… Don't worry Malik, Ryou knows its you." Bakura bent down, giving Ryou a quick kiss on the forehead and a nod to Malik, before leaving. Malik sighed, as he gazed at Ryou, who was sitting on the couch, looking down at his knees, sitting on his hands. What was he going to do with a blind boy who couldn't hear or speak to him? He placed a gentle hand on Ryous shoulder, gazing worriedly at the boy. Ryou froze for a second, but relaxed, and surprisingly, he pulled Malik into a tight, secure hug. Malik smiled, tightly wrapping his arms around Ryous thin chest. This really wasn't fair, Ryou didn't deserve this. He was the kindest, sweetest most adorable guy to walk on the planet, and here he was, left completely helpless. Malik instinctively tightened his hold on Ryou, the latter relaxing in his hold.
Oh man, Ryou and Bakura were both royally screwed.
"Hey, Malik." Bakura said tonelessly, walking into the room and flopping on the couch beside Ryou, who was curled up like a cat, dozing slightly wrapped in a small blanket. Malik stood up, confusion etched on his caramel face.
"What? How did you…" He ran over to the door, astonished to find it wide open. "I thought I locked it…."
"You did." Bakura said casually, setting his feet on the coffee table. Ryous stirred, sensing his yamis presence beside him. He sat up, a huge smile on his childish face as he threw his arms around Bakuras middle, gently nuzzling his neck. Bakura rolled his eyes, tightly wrapping his arms tightly around his hikari.
"Bakura…. If you've busted my locks, I am going to kill you." He marched into the room, and glared at the pair, his arms crossed. His amethyst eyes softened when he gazed at Ryou, who was actually looking happy and relaxed, a smile on his ivory face.
"Oh well." Bakura said nonchalantly, idly flicking through the T.V channels. "I didn't break the locks, you weirdo, I'm better than that." Malik rolled his eyes and snorted, sinking down into the armchair and gazing at the pair.
"You're a fucking paradox, Bakura, you know that, right?" He laughed dryly at the spirit, who merely snorted. "I mean it. I can't get my head around you. One moment, your this cold, sadistic bastard who never cares about anyone or anything apart from your precious millennium items, but whenever Ryous in the picture, you're a completely different person." Malik shook his head.
"I-I just care about him, okay?" Bakura said angrily, his hold on Ryou tensing. "I have to… no one else does…" Malik frowned.
"And yet a few short months ago, you attempted everything in your power to mentally break Ryou, because you were a self-centered bastard to wanted a spineless host who never questioned your will." Malik pointed out. "You've changed?"
"I don't know…" Bakura said softly, looking down. "I-I mean, I will never hurt Ryou again, never. It makes me sick to remember what I've done to him. I know it's hypocritical, coming from me…"
"But?" Malik asked, encouraging Bakura on. Bakura sighed.
"Well, I mean… I dunno, one day… I just didn't find it fun, hurting Ryou. And then… I got these weird feelings, and well…. When I found out how much he hated me… It hurt Malik, It really hurt. I was so confused, I never actually thought I had a crush on him." He sighed, looking down. "I was too wrapped up in myself, to see how much I had hurt Ryou." Malik frowned, but let him continue. "And then when he ran away like that… I felt like a part of me had been ripped out, I literally went even crazier. Malik, I was prepared to kill myself. I'm just fucked up, that's what is." He fell silent for a moment, looking at a point in the universe only he could see.
"Why do I love him, Malik?" He asked out of the blue. "I mean, yeah, he's totally gorgeous, and I've seen him grow up from a wimpy little sniveling kid to a wimpy little sniveling teenager. But he's my light, the complete opposite of me. I should hate him. Part of me still does, a bit." He admitted, letting out a long sigh.
"Ever heard the saying, 'opposites attract?'" Malik inquired, raising an eye at Bakura. The spirit scoffed, and rolled his eyes.
"Whatever." He said, toying with the remote. "Fuck, I need a beer." He stood up, disentangling himself from Ryou and heading off to the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with a Budweiser ((The Czech one, not the American one….Inside joke, don't worry (Hiro! n.n;;))). He flopped back on the couch, gazing vacantly at the T.V.
"Where did you go?" Malik asked a few minutes later, shifting his gaze from the T.V to the spirit. Wordlessly, Bakura dug a black leather wallet from his pocket, and threw it on the table. Malik frowned, and folded it open.
It was stuffed with hundred dollar bills. Malik raised an eyebrow at the darkness, who didn't respond, only taking a swig of the beer.
"You're fucked up." Malik said casually, settling back in his chair, looking back to the T.V, and replacing the wallet on the low wooden table. "You know that?"
"Yep." Bakura said, scooping the thick wallet back into his pocket. "Not that you can talk. You're the crazy schizophrenic who tired to take over the world, remember?" Malik only rolled his eyes and snorted.
"Hey, I lost count of the evil plots you've formulated to gain all of the Millennium items and get world domination." He frowned. "You know there's greater power out there, right?"
"Yeah." Bakura said, taking another sip of beer.
"Then… Why are you so dead on the items? You'd have to go through Shadii, Yugi and me to get to them." He frowned, his gaze on the spirit tensing.
"One question, Malik." Bakura said, his knuckles white. "How was the millennium Items created?" Maliks eyes widened, as he gazed at Bakura in a whole different way.
"Man… Are you even sure if that would work? You could be wasting your time-"
"Don't say that." Bakuras voice was full of venom, his tone colder than Malik had ever heard before. "Don't you dare fucking say that, Malik." The Egyptian froze, raw fury and hate coming off Bakura in waves. For the first time, he was actually scared of the spirit. He was silent for a long time.
-waves- I will be seeing you all soon! n.n -rushes off to work on project- Aurevior, Sayonara, Abentiot, and Haere ra! (Again, guess the language, and I will give you a prize!)