Title: Knowing
Pairing/Character/s: Marik, Bakura
Word Count: 574
Warning/s: None
Summary: Bakura is an enigma to everyone around him, except for Marik...but as Marik muses he realizes that maybe he doesn't know Bakura as well as he thinks he does. Bakura-centric.
A/N: My first fanfic, please enjoy, and I'd love it if you'd leave a little review telling me what you thought of it. And thank you to the lovely Shiro Ryuu who took her time to run through it to help me out, thanks.
Bakura's insane, driven by meaningless anger and senseless hate, or, at least that's what everyone thinks. Everyone thinks that Bakura is one-dimensional, that he can't see past the red-black rage that clouds his eyes, and that not even for a second can he be human. They think that he isn't human and, to be honest, they actually are quite right. Then again they think that Bakura is a monster, as they make up deliciously evil, but ultimately wrong stereotypes for the ancient tomb thief.
Everyone thinks they know what Bakura's all about, but Marik doesn't think, he knows.
He knows that Bakura most certainly is not one-dimensional and sometimes the things they talk about confuse even him, and when he looks deep into Bakura's eyes and sees the swirling chocolate-red sadness that is there more often than not, he knows that Bakura thinks deeper than the Pharaoh's cheer squad could ever think.
Bakura thinks of death and dying, and thinks of his mother, whom he allowed to die by being a coward and hiding in the shadows while he watched them kill, no, murder her.
Bakura's eyes are full of regret, sadness, loneliness, and that little spark of hope that Marik knows he can see when he makes Bakura laugh.
And Marik likes his laugh, his real laugh, and not the maniacal Battle City laugh that spoke nothing more and nothing less than of the side of Bakura that really is insane. No, Marik likes his real laugh, when his eyes light up, and his nose scrunches in a way that can only be described as cute, no matter how aggravated by this his friend was when Marik first told him.
Inside, Marik knows that Bakura is more human than anyone he's ever met, and he can tell when he sees flashes of 'happy-loving-cheerful-joy' whenever he surprises him from behind, picking him up and twirling him in the air, he can see Bakura's humanity. And he thinks that it's worth it when Bakura hits him over the head for it. And most certainly worth it when he can see the light tinge of pink on Bakura's cheeks that he knows he would deny if he ever mentioned it.
Everyone thinks they know Bakura, because the Bakura they think they know is the only one they ever see, and Marik supposes the same could be said of him because he knows that no one would ever believe it if they were told that Marik was actually quite tame and domestic, and Marik thinks that Malik would just about have a heart attack if Bakura ever told him that Marik makes a mean chocolate cake.
Although, now that Marik thinks about it, he guesses that the heart attack would probably come from the fact that Bakura was actually talking with him, and not sending him on a one-way trip to the Shadow Realm, yes...that's exactly what Marik thinks.
Everyone thinks that Bakura is a monster, but Marik knows they're wrong. Bakura is bittersweet, the embodiment of the world they live in, he's vengeful yet kind, sadistic and yet -not that Bakura would let anyone know- has an interesting like for soft, furry objects.
Marik knows that everyone's wrong, and that if you think you know Bakura then that all the more proves that you don't. Marik knows he doesn't know Bakura, but what he does know he remembers, just because Marik knows he should.
-BeautifulSilverSilence
