The Tomb of Fate
Chapter 5
WARNING: This is a Malik/Bakura pairing fic. If you don't like them together, or think shounen-ai is sick, you might not want to read. But if you're a Malik/Bakura fan, go ahead.
NOTE: This fic takes place in a different world than Yu-Gi-Oh. Bakura and Malik are NOT from ancient Egypt, and they do NOT know each other already or any of the other YGO characters.
REVIEW REPLIES:
Look out your window: No! Not the brains! You know what; I actually stared out my window when I read your review.
Kotori-chan: Yes, Malik and Bakura make a lovely pairing, don't they?
Slave of Darkness: You don't have to apologize for not reviewing. I like reviews, but I don't want to make my readers feel like they are obligated to give me their blessings. (Or whatever reviews are for!)
DarkAngstKoi: Kool! 'Kura tis cute… yup.
SisteroftheOrichalcos: No idea? Well.. I'll just have to decide for you. Let's go with Bakura for now, shall we?
BakuraxMalikNum1Fan: They are so great together, aren't they?
LAST CHAPTER'S REVIEW QUESTION:
Just for fun: Which character do you like more, Malik or Bakura? The answers I get might affect whose point of view I will tend to take… so if you want to see more of either, just say so!
RESULTS:
Malik: Two votes.
'Kura: One.
Well, looks like Malik will prevail… for now! Mwahahahahahaaa… ahem.
AUTHOR NOTE: Hey guys, I'm back! Yes, I know the last time I updated anything on was months ago, and I still probably won't update that often, but hey, anything is good, right guys? Sorry to keep you all waiting… I apologize if any of you lost interest in this fic since. Also, looking back, I realize how barbarically short my first chapters were… if you can even call them that! Technically, they shouldn't even count. I'm writing longer chapters now, so you guys will have something to sink your teeth into. Until I finish writing, ta ta!
Bakura leaned in, taking in a deep breath as he prepared to kiss Malik.
How perfect… he thought, imagining how life would be if Malik loved him back. Right now, he was not sure what the consequences of his actions would be, but he didn't really care right now. The only thing he cared about was…
Click. Click, click, click.
Bakura froze, less than a hairbreadth from Malik's tender lips, listening to the sounds coming from their door. He knew that noise. He lay still for a few more seconds.
Click. Click, click.
Yes, he definitely knew that noise. In fact, he heard in almost every day. It was the sound of lock picking. Someone was trying to break into their room.
Quickly and quietly, he shook Malik to wake him from his slumber. Malik's eyes slowly opened, but when he saw that it was still dark, he shook himself awake.
"Huh? Wha-''
Bakura quickly silenced Malik by putting a finger on his lips. Malik frowned, but stopped when he saw Bakura's look of urgency.
Malik followed Bakura's eyes on to the door, which he now realized a tiny clicking noise was coming from.
Malik understood at once what was going on. Being a famous speaker and quite rich, his mansion had been broken into on numerous occasions. He perceived that the culprits that were right outside the door were after his money.
After all, Malik had nothing other than money of value on him. He carried no important legal papers, no ancient artifacts, or anything else. And the thieves certainly couldn't be after his clothes. Well, his suit was quite expensive, but he doubted the thieves would want to be seen running around town with a Gucci suit on. They would stand out like blackheads.
So they must be after more than just money, thought Malik. But what else could they possibly want? And what else would we have for them?
His head raced to reach a conclusion before their unexpected visitors broke entry, but to no avail. Malik had convinced himself that nobody would care about some old tomb that a couple of knowledgeable people (okay, so maybe only one) were coming to explore merely for the sake of the historical community… as his thoughts wandered to his surroundings, he became increasingly aware of the fact that Bakura, that thieving pig, was no longer laying next to him on the bed. He was no where no be seen.
Oh no, Malik thought, maybe he found another way out and is going to take on the robbers by himself! Malik was about to call out warning to Bakura, but he reassured himself quickly that Bakura was safe. I mean, he had said that he could move silently, right? He was probably somewhere in the room, hiding from the enemy.
But Malik knew that Bakura wasn't the type to run from a fight. He's probably lying in wait so that he can surprise our opponents, Malik assumed. But what if Bakura wasn't on his side anymore? What if he wasn't on his side from the start? What about those sly comments about murder? Malik thought that there was even a possibility of Bakura planning this whole thing… maybe he was from the same organization as the robbers? No… he couldn't be… Malik tried to convince himself of Bakura's loyalty, but he could not remove the small belief that Bakura was not who he thought he was.
Just as Malik was attempting to form a new plan of action, he felt jolt from beneath the bed. Were there robbers under there? Or maybe even… the monster under the bed? Don't be silly, that's a children's story, Malik told himself, as he shifted over to the other edge of the bed. Before thinking twice, he lowered his head over the edge of the mattress to peek underneath, but as soon as he could see, all there was was the abundance of bright, white light. Has it eaten me? Am I dead? In heaven? No… it's not possible… what about Bakura?
"Stop staring at my hair," whispered Bakura in a rather disapproving tone to Malik's blank, upside-down face. "Get under here already." Malik seemed to snap back to reality, and proceeded to slide noiselessly underneath the bed. Or at least with as little noise as a rich historian can make while slipping to the underside of a bed.
"Was that you, Bakura? The bumping?" Malik's scared face was obvious even in the almost pitch-black room. "Yes, of course it was me. I was trying to get your attention. And, apparently, it worked." Malik nodded.
Bakura's attentive nose was becoming increasingly aware of the musty, suffocating smell under the bed. Malik's presence did not help that fact; He took up more oxygen than Bakura would by himself.
Click, click, click, click…
The noises from the door were louder now. Malik's face began to show fear and apprehension, but Bakura was as cool as a cucumber. (?) His nerves were built for moments like these, as he experienced them several times daily in his usual lifestyle. He slowly shuffled to one side of the bed, not close enough to be seen, but not too far to be rendered useless in an important situation.
Click… click, click… CLICK!
That was it. They were in. Bakura's ears listened to the creak of the wooden door as it slowly swung open on its rusty hinges.
Well, hey, it could have been worse. A little short still, but not too boring.
REVIEW QUESTION:
It's catchphrase time! What should Bakura's favorite one-liner be? I'll probably use it for the rest of the story.
Examples: "I'll be back." "Yo dog, Bakura's in da house!" "I'm as cool as a cucumber." "Cheese? WHERE?"