-waves- Hellohellohello!
As I was writing this, I realised something.
This fic is beginning to draw to a close. I really really really mean it this time. There will be a few more chapters, and it will be over, (with an alternate ending, of course). I have another fic idea ticking in my brain that I will write, and will probably end up maybe this size again.. -hopehope- (Muahaha, I know AphroditeLove will likeit xDD) -cough-Umm, yes. I had a hard time writing this, it didn't come easy. so yes, this will soon be over, and I will begin something else... There may be a sequel to this, I dont rightly know yet... -thinking-
Disclaimer: I dont own it. I think we established in the first chapter I dont own it. Honestly...
And onwards, for currently the longest chapter in the entire story so far! (and done in two days! -dies-)
Ryou sobbed as he stumbled along the sidewalk, his arms tightly wrapped around his slim torso, his arms clinging tightly to the sleeves of his shirt. His head was still bleeding, but he didn't care, as he continued to slowly walk along the wet street. It had begun to rain, the cold water streaking down his hair and limbs, but he paid no heed, eyes trained on the ground as his exhausted feet carried him further and further away from his best friend and his lover- who didn't even want him. Ryou whimpered at this thought, fresh tears stinging his eyes as he began to jog, snowy soaked bangs in his chocolate eyes. He pushed them away anxiously, as he turned the corner, his feet slowly leading him to the Kame game shop. Yugi had to help him now, there was nowhere else to go…
Ryou pressed his hand desperately against the cool glass, shaking his head in misery and despair at the 'closed´ sign on the door, and the dark windows. Sobbing, the light sank to his knees, one hand still pressed against the glass. Yugi, his lifeline, his last hope, wasn't around to save him. Bakura was right. No one loved him, no one cares, he was destined to be alone… always alone…
The light cried alone in the darkened, silent street.
Bakura leaned in the doorway of the apartment, smirking at Malik, who was standing transfixed opposite him, his mouth slightly open.
"Wh-Where's Ryou?" He whispered softly, his lilac eyes wide in fear. "I heard screaming…"
"He left." Bakura smirked. "Didn't want to be around either of us, for some odd reason." He stalked over to the couch, and flopped down on the purple velvet. Malik, on the other hand, was enraged.
"What the hell happened to no strings attached!" Malik demanded, his hands balled into fists. "What happened to not letting Ryou know! You sicko, you knew this would hurt him!" Bakura merely grinned stretching out on the couch.
"Don't worry, Malik, he won't be gone for long. As soon as he realizes no one else gives a shit about him, he'll come crawling back here." He snorted, raising his eyes to the ceiling. "He's so pathetic…"
"Don't say that about him!" Malik yelled, glaring at the yami. "He's my best friend!"
"Not anymore." Bakura sneered. "He doesn't want to be near you right now. And I don't blame him. How could you betray him like that Malik?" He smirked, a sadistic sheen in hardened brown eyes.
"You're twisting it all around!" Malik yelled, tears forming in his eyes. "I didn't mean to, I didn't, I just… Got caught up in the heat of the moment… I didn't mean to! I didn't! I DIDN'T!"
"I'm just stating what Ryou is thinking." Bakura smirked. "How his best friend betrayed him…"
"Shut up!" Malik screamed, standing up and glaring at Bakura "Shut up shut up shut up!" He held his head in his hands, struggling to control his breathing. "I hate you…"
"No you don't…" Bakura smirked, standing up and walking over to the Egyptian. "You don't hate me…" He reached out a pale, slim hand, gently running fingers through sandy locks. "Do you?" He whispered into the Maliks ear, the blonde arching his back and shuddering as cold, bony fingers began to stroke the hot caramel skin under his shirt.
"N-Noo…" Malik moaned softly, his face flushed, and breathing harsh and unsteady, he bowed his head, eyes gently fluttering closed. "B-Bakura please…" He whispered, his face buried in the demons shoulder. Bakura smirked, and released the hold he had on the younger boy, who gasped and fell to his knees, breathing harshly.
"I have you wrapped around my little finger, don't I?" Bakura smirked, crouching down to meet Maliks eyes. The Egyptian growled, and struggled to his feet, still breathing heavily.
"N-No…" Malik protested weakly, stumbling over to the couch. "No you don't…" He bit his lip, gazing at clenched fists. Bakura smirked, sitting beside the caramel-coloured boy.
"When is Isis due home?" He whispered into Maliks ear, the latter gasping at his soft touch.
"I-In an hour…" He whispered raggedly. Bakura smirked, and began to run his fingers under Maliks shirt, the blonde moaning softly. The demon smirked, and ran his tongue along the Egyptians bottom lip, Malik crying out at the touch.
"Plenty of time," Bakura whispered against Maliks lips before he shoved his tongue down the youngers throat.
The cold seemed to seep right into Ryous bones, through his thin cotton clothing. He shivered, curling tighter into himself, swallowing his tears. He couldn't cry anymore, he wouldn't. He had done that enough. The light sighed deeply, and lifted his snowy head, red-rimmed eyes lowered slightly on the wet ground. He let out a deep shaky breath, running his fingers though heavy wet hair. Ryou sighed, and after a few moments, pulled himself to his feet, leaning against the door for a minute or so to recover the use of his shaky legs. The light took a few stumbling steps, resting heavily against the shop window, before he began to walk towards the direction of Jous small apartment.
Malik felt like crying as le lay stretched out on his bed, rage and guilt running through his veins. He buried his head deep into the thick feather pillow, struggling to control his breathing. The Egyptian knew that what he was doing was sick and wrong, but he just couldn't resist it. He adored Bakura, he loved him.
And what he was doing was destroying Ryou. He knew that. But he just couldn't stop.
Bakura shuffled slightly beside him in a light sleep, a soft growl emitting in his throat. Malik sighed, lifting his head from the white cotton, and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Why was this hard? Why was having what he wanted…. Why didn't it feel right? He held his hands over his face, letting out a soft moan of frustration. What was he going to do?
"U-Um, hello…?" Ryou nervously knocked on the apartment door, fear and trepidation running through him. "I-Is anyone home?" The trembling light took a step back, and made to walk away dejectedly, but the door slowly swung open, a middle-aged man swaying slightly on the threshold. A rancid odor of alcohol and nicotine met his nostrils, and Ryou held a hand over his node, struggling to keep a straight face.
"What do you want?" Jous father slurred, bloodshot eyes glaring at the trembling boy.
"U-Um, I-Is Katsuya home?" Ryou stammered, subconsciously backing away from the man, who grinned, and snorted.
"That bitch?" He sneered. "He's gone. Long gone. Didn't ya know? He took off a couple of weeks ago. And a good thing, too." He snorted. Ryou's eyes widened, as he let out a choked gasp.
"B-But, did he say where he was going?" Ryou stammered anxiously, tears welling in his saddened chocolate eyes. "P-Please, I need to find him…"
"Look, I don't know where he is, you little runt, so buzz off!" The drunkard yelled angrily, slamming the door hard with a resounding BANG. Ryou jumped, and took a step back, holding a hand over his mouth. Oh god what was he going to do now? Yugi wasn't home, Jou had run away, Honda was dead, and he never even knew Anzus address…
Ryou let out a long despairing wail, and sank to his knees, holding his head in his hands. He felt so alone, so miserable. This pain, it was like a curse, constantly hanging over him. The light curled tightly into a small ball, leaning against the wall as tears ran down his face.
So much for not crying anymore.
Ding dong
Malik lifted his head from his hands, and frowned softly. Isis had her own key, Rishid wasn't going to be back in domino for days, and he didn't really have any friends apart from…
The Egyptian bit his lip, and gulped as the bell rang again. Oh man, Ryou wasn't going to walk in and find Malik and Bakura naked in bed together was he? This wasn't fair… Malik looked over at the demon, who was laying on his stomach, the sheet draped around his waist. He sighed and stood up, pulling on a pair of pants
As he opened the door nervously.
His heart melted at the softly sobbing boy in front of him, his sopping hair and clothes puddling water on the floor. Ryou sniffed slightly, rubbing red-rimmed eyes trained on the floor.
"Y-You wanna come in?" Malik said softly to the light, who hiccupped and nodded, following the Egyptian inside.
"M-Malik?" Ryou stammered softly, looking into lavender eyes.
"What?" Malik inquired in return, biting his lip softly. Ryou sighed softly, and without warning, he punched the caramel teen hard in the jaw. Malik screamed and staggered back a few paces, whimpering as he held a hand over his bruised jawbone.
"That's for sleeping with Bakura." Ryou said lowly, anger evident in his voice as he walked over to the velvet couch, setting himself on the soft fuchsia.
"I deserved that, didn't I?" Malik said bitterly, looking sadly at the younger teen, who slumped into the couch with his arms crossed. Ryou nodded stonily, eyes determinedly set on the wall. "Are you going to talk to me?" The light didn't answer. "I'll take that as a yes then." Ryou sat immobile.
Bakura groaned softly, rubbing his eyes as he sat up in the bed, his wild hair even more on end as he pulled himself out of bed and pulled on some clothes. He headed into the lounge, and froze when he saw Ryou curled up on the couch, crying quietly.
"Well, look who came crawling back." He smirked, stalking over to the light, who whimpered softly and curled tighter into himself.
"Go away." Ryou whispered softly, holding his head in his hands.
"Why don't you?" Bakura smirked, perching himself on the couch beside Ryou. "Oh, that's right, nobody wants you, do they?" Ryou whimpered softly, beginning to shake.
"Please, Bakura, just stop…" The young light whimpered, lifting his head from the comfort of his soaking knees. "I don't want this right now. I just want to eat, and sleep, and relax… Please, just stop." Fresh tears coursed down his face. Bakura sighed, and got up off of the couch, heading into the kitchen where he found Malik busy at the stove.
"What are you doing?" Bakura asked, raising an eyebrow at the Egyptian.
"Cooking for Ryou." Malik replied angrily. "Why the hell do you care?"
"What-"
"You've been bloody starving him, Bakura! He hasn't eaten in days! Do you have any idea how bad that is for his system? Do you know how much pain he's in? How could you do this, Bakura! How could you!" Malik raged almost tearfully. "He trusted you! He loves you! And you treat him like crap! He doesn't deserve you, Bakura, no one does!" Malik slammed down the spatula and placed his hands over his face. "Oh gods… When I talked to him, he told me about everything you did to him, you sick bastard! I don't even know how he manages to put up with your bullshit!" At this, Malik sank down to the floor, leaning against the cupboards. "You've fucked him up for life, did you know that?" His voice cracked, and the Egyptian began to cry, struggling to control his breath. Bakura merely swore under his breath, and kicked a cabinet.
"I know."
-wipes forehead- I am beat. Now to go to bed and wake up in the morning with a turckload of reviews. -smiles-
R&R!