ello again! -bows- Sorreh this is so short, but I had to post something...heheh
By the way, I have a big long chapter up my sleeve. (Its part of the surprise) Ryous Birthday soon! YAY!
Disclaimer: Dont own
"Oh, and before I forget," Malik said tentatively, half an hour later., breaking the stony silence "You better get your arse out of here by six. Isis gets home then, and she been really pissed since she found out there's an arrest warrant out for you-"
"WHAT?" Bakuras head snapped over to Malik, cold fury in his dark chocolate eyes. Malik looked down, and nodded.
"U-Um, yeah…" He said softly. "The cops showed up here and hour before you did. Apparently I am supposed to tell them of you come over here." He flashed a small grin. Bakura was furious, as the now empty bottle he was clutching literally shattered under his grip. Maliks eyes widened, as he backed away form the spirit, fear in his eyes.
"That bastard." Bakura said low and evenly. "That sneaky, underhanded bastard. I'll kill him! That-"
"Who are you talking about?" Malik demanded, a frown on his attractive face. Bakura growled.
"Ryou so-called father. He hasn't got the balls to accept the fact me and Ryou are together, so he tried splitting us apart by trying to send Ryou off to some school for the blind in Tokyo. I had to get out of there." He sat back down, placing his head in his hands. "Fuck. What am I going to do, Malik?" He asked, and to Maliks surprise, and Bakuras shame, there was a hitch in his harsh voice. "What the fuck to I do!"
"I don't know." Malik said honestly, his eyes fixated on his feet. "I'm sorry Bakura, I just don't know." Bakura sighed, leaning back on his chair and holding a hand to his eyes.
"Fuck Isis." He said shortly. "I need I.D to get in a hotel, and the place I was planning on crashing at for a bit wont be empty for awhile." He removed his hand from over his eyes, and for the first time, Malik saw… fear. "I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe Ryous father would go this far. It's just…." He put his head in his hands. "I don't know what he's playing at, I've been treating Ryou better these past six years than he has!" He scowled, raking his fingers through his snowy locks, making them stick out even more on end.
"I-I don't really know what to say, Bakura." Malik said softly, as he began to morosely pick at a hole in the chair. "Except…. You're not going to like this… But maybe you should just give yourself up."
"What?" Bakura yelled, glaring at the tomb keeper. "You think I'm just going to give up and let Ryous father send off across the country?"
"Face it, Bakura, You CAN'T get out of this! You dig yourself into a deeper and deeper hole, and this is the biggest yet. There's nothing you can do! For Ras sake, stop doing this to Ryou!" Malik sighed, looking down. "I know you aren't going to listen to me, but please… Don't hurt Ryou."
"I would never do that." Bakura snarled. "I will never ever hurt Ryou. And I won't let anyone else hurt him. Tearing us apart, sending him away to a place where he can't communicate with anyone, that's going to hurt him. It could kill him!" Malik froze, staring dumbfounded at Bakura, as real tears glistened in his eyes. The egyptian cast a gaze at the sleeping form, cuddled into Bakura, who occasionally moved in his sleep, and sighed.
"Okay… We can think of something." Malik rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. Why did he get the feeling they would both be pulling an all-nighter here?
R&R!