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Chapter 5: Saturday, September 4th 2004
Marik had collapsed onto the couch in the living room and didn't move until eleven o'clock the next day. Ryou had prodded him awake and handed him a cup of strong coffee.
"Thanks Ry." He sipped the coffee and savoured the rich taste. Ryou was busy making lunch while humming to the radio that was playing his favourite song, 'how you remind me' by Nickelback.
Marik marvelled at how good Ryou sung. He was amazing but never admitted it, he was so modest. Marik moved into the kitchen to listen to Ryou while nursing his coffee.
"You're good Ry." Marik commented when Ryou finished the fading note.
Ryou blushed and looked away. "I'm not…" Marik smiled at the modest Britain.
"Good morning, Babe." Bakura wrapped his arms around Ryou and nuzzled his cheek.
"Good morning, honey." Marik mocked purred back.
"Shut up." Bakura glared at him and protectively kissed Ryou's cheek.
"Aww I'm hurt Kura!" Marik left the room while Ryou and Bakura got all mushy.
He wondered idly if Yami would be up. He knocked on his door and waited.
"Go away!" The voice was muffled and Marik could hear faint giggles.
He rolled his eyes before yelling back. "You better keep your hands of Mouto, unless you want his Grandfather hunting you down, again." He walked off grinning.
Malik was taking aspirin and listening to his messages.
"Malik, have you found him yet? You better hurry up; you have till August you know." Isis, always the caring one.
He sat at his new table and dug into the pre-heated noddles. He could only remember parts of the consort and didn't bother sorting through his hazy memory. Although he could smell the lingering scent of exotic spices that made his heart race and his stomach to knot.
Hurriedly dumping the dish in the sink he grabbed his coat and left the apartment, headed out to get some coffee.
There was a small café down the street that was never busy and was always warm from the many coffee machines. Malik took a seat at the back in a small two seat table and pulled out a book.
He spent most of his time reading, to escape the world and the things that had happened. He was reading 'The Black Angel'-1- hen a waiter came to take his order.
"What will it be?" He seemed bored as he took out a pad and pen, ready for the first order of the day.
"A straight black coffee." Malik answered briskly, he liked the bitter taste of a straight black coffee, it matched his life, black and bitter.
The man walked off and reappeared latter with the coffee. Malik was left alone with no noisy except the light hum of the machines and the low talking of the employees.
He was surprised when the door opened and someone entered. He didn't think anyone would want to come here.
"Could I have a coffee?" Malik's ears pricked at the familiar voice, he peeked over his book and saw…the guy he ran into last night. He felt heat rising to his golden-tan cheeks and blamed the heat of the café.
He didn't seem to notice Malik as he waited for his coffee. Just humming to himself and tapping his foot.
Malik had to time to admire his looks, the soft sandy-blonde hair that spiked unnaturally, the sharp violet-red eyes that were intense and dangerous, the dark skin that was muscled nicely and moved with a lethal grace. Malik thought idly that he could be a good assassin, maybe with some training and he's have to lose some muscle.
"Here you go, sir." He was handed the steaming cup and nodded his thanks, turning to leave, Malik quickly hid back behind his book and waited for the door to close before removing it.
He realized his heart was hammering and he took a few deep breaths to calm him and to think properly.
Marik was to say the least surprised when he walked into the café. Nobody came to the small place; he only came every Saturday morning to boost his caffeine system.
But sitting at a table, hidden behind a book was a customer, someone who had actually came. He didn't think many people knew about this place. It was so small in between the huge buildings that only a small handful of people came in a week. Sometimes it would go days without someone coming.
Marik just shrugged to himself and kept walking back to his house, he liked the walk because it took him forever to get to the once place and back, besides his car had another flat tire and he was in no mood to fix it.
When he opened the door he found Yami, Yugi, Bakura and Ryou settled in the small living room watching animes. Marik slowly drank his coffee and went about taking off his shoes and coat and grabbing some food before sitting down as well to watch the end of 'DN Angel.'
"Where were you?" Ryou asked Marik. He already knew but he always asked anyway.
"Getting coffee." Marik refused to get coffee anywhere but at 'The Black Bean'. They had strong coffee, much stronger than other places and he enjoyed the small area with little to no costumers.
They had decided to spend the day watching the collection of movies that Yami, Bakura and Marik owned. Starting with 'The Mummy' they went through, eating three packets of popcorn, a box of splits, there bottles of lemonade and two packets of chips.
Through '10 Things I Hate About You' Marik couldn't shake the image of the boy he'd run into at the consort. He was so beautiful and Marik's arms ached for his body warmth. He knew nothing of him not even his name. He would just have to change that…
"Marik, why are you smirking?" Yami's suspicious voice reached Marik who looked up to find everyone looking at him.
"Huh?"
TBC…
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HD: Sorry this chapter is so short, I wanted to post it soon.
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