Chapter 2: A Step Into the Past
clank clank "Hey!! Bakura! Wake up! Wake up!" Stones hit against a small window in small, white two-story house. "Lets go to the secret spot!" clank clank "Wake up sleepy head!" clank A sleepy Bakura walked towards his window and wiped his eyes.
"Huh? Whose there?" The night wind blew through the window. The cold breeze sailed through the trees and Bakura's hair. Bakura looked down to see a good friend of his, nine years old, two years older than Bakura to be exact. "Oh Malik! Its you!" Bakura carefully covered his mouth as to whisper. "What are you doing here? Its so late." Malik held his arms in the cold wind.
"IâI couldn't sleep." Bakura looked down at him with concerned eyes.
"Oh really? So you snuck out of the orphanage?" Malik nodded.
"I needed to see you. I was hoping we could go to our secret spot tonight." Bakura looked down at him and smiled.
"Sure! I'll be right down!"
Bakura slowly opened his eyes. His vision was blurred and eyes were wet. "Mmm" He blinked a few times until his vision was clear. "OwâMy head" His head was pounding like one thousand jackhammers in his skull. He closed his eyes tightly and sat up on his mat, holding his head with his right hand. "My headâit hurts" He stood up slowly and stumbled to the wall as he fell down to the wooden floor. He rested his back against it with one hand on his head, and one between his legs. He was in so much pain. His underwear was in the middle of the floor and his shirt was unbuttoned but still on him. His body was hot and he was breathing heavily. He closed his legs as a shot of pain went through his legs and up to his crotch. "Ouch! Ow...ow...ow" It was hard for him to move with out feeling the slightest it of pain. He looked at his torso and between his legs. "OwâI've got bruises on my bruises nowâAt least he didn't use a belt this time" Bakura's nose flinched and he sniffed the air in his room. The odor was so bad. His door was closed all night, and his window. The least Malik could do when he was done was leave it open. This sickened him. He crawled his hands up the wall and made his way to his feet. "Ouchâmy legsâmy headâmy everythingâ." He gave out a heavy sigh as he made his way to open the window.
"Bakura! Get your ass down here!" Bakura's whole body flinched at the sound of his voice. Bakura attempted to answer through his soar throat from screaming in pain last night.
"I'm coming" He slowly made his was across the room. He picked up his underwear and slipped it on. But before he could reach the door, he slipped on the floor on a wet spot. "GAH!!! OOOOOOWWWW!!!!! MY BUTT!!" He held it from behind. "Ouchâit's already bruised enough as it is" He took his socks off and flung them to the middle of the floor and made his was slowly and carefully down the uncarpeted wooden steps. "Yes Malik? What is it?" Malik was by the door putting on his shoes. "Are you going somewhere?"
"Yes." Malik said as he tied up his shoes.
"Really? Where to?"
"Where I go to is none of your concern." Bakura sighed and walked around the corner as Malik said, "Ill be there in a moment." Bakura grabbed a large band of metal chains and walked to the basement. Whenever Malik was to go out, that is where Bakura had to go. Bakura sat by a wall with metal rings hanging from it. Malik made his way to the dark basement. There was a light, but it didn't work, so he had to stay in the dark. Malik knew Bakura liked the dark, so he wanted to get the light fixed up soon. "Hand me your chains." Bakura sat on the ground as he handed Malik the heavy chains. Malik hooked the chain to the collar on Bakura's neck and then to a ring on the wall.
"You knowâI could do it myselfâI meanâI could save you the trouble" Bakura's sentence stopped as Malik tightened the collar around Bakura's neck.
"I like to do it. Now sit here like a good little boy. I'll be back when I do. I don't know how long I will be, so entertain yourself somehow." Malik began to make his way to the stairs.
"Wait! I meanâPleaseâummmâwhile your outâdo you think you couldâmaybeâget me a new pair of socksâthe ones you gave me has holes in them now" Malik stopped and turned to Bakura with a dull expressionless look on his face.
"Oh, and do you have money?" There was a pause for a couple of seconds, then Bakura looked to the side and shook his head. "Then I guess you won't be getting new socks." Malik went upstairs and out the door. Bakura sat there, alone, by himself, in the cool basement. He rested his head on the ground and faced the ceiling. He let out a long sigh and closed his eyes.
"Malik, help! My foot! It's stuck!" Malik looked down at Bakura's foot. His shoe was caught under a tree branch. Malik let out a cute little giggle and bent down.
"Hold on Bakura, Ill get it. Sit down for a sec." Malik untied Bakura's shoe and held it tight. "Ok, now take your foot out of the shoe." Bakura's foot slipped out of the shoe and Malik pulled the shoe from the branch. "See? I got it." Malik sat down next to Bakura, "Let me see your foot." Bakura stuck out his pale foot as Malik applied pressure with his finger. "Does it hurt." Bakura made a face like he was about to cry as he shook his head.
"Uh-uh. I'm fine." Bakura stood up. "See? I'm Fi—"Bakura fell back down to the ground. "Owwie." Malik had to laugh at that. Malik picked up Bakura's shoes and held them in his hands. He then reached his hand out and helped Bakura up. He bent down and said,
"Here hop on"
"Wha--?" Bakura tilted his head to the side in confusion.
"It's a piggy back ride dummy." Malik smiled so sweetly Bakura felt his face flush with a blushy pink.
"Oh..h..umâok.." Bakura hopped on and wrapped his arms around Malik's neck.
"Ok now, we're almost there. Were almost at our secret spot"
I miss you. I want you. I love you.
TO BE CONTINUED