-walks in- Hii... -looks around- All right. WHO DIDN'T REVIEW? -cries- Five! I felt so unloved... -sniff- Meh. You know who you are... Muaha! I know people who write better for less anyways.
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Now. Apparently page breaks arent working, so we are just going to have to make do. M'kay?
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Ryou hummed lightly u to himself as he continued to slice the vegetables for dinner. The apartment was silent as he sliced the remaining carrot, and the whitenette's mind couldn't help but wander.
It had been three weeks since Bakura had accepted Ryou's proposal, and in all honesty, both of them couldn't be happier. The feeling of fear, of walking on eggshells had dissolved completely, and all Ryou ever felt anymore was happiness. Bakura was trying. He was really, really trying. He attended two-hour anger management sessions twice a week to prevent him from going off the rails at Ryou, and also control his excessive drinking. The demon also acted extremely chaste towards Ryou, and it was a week before Bakura managed to even kiss Ryou on the cheek. For a short time, it seemed as though the demon was scared of him. Ryou actually thought what it was, but it took a while for him to realize he was scared of losing Ryou. It shocked the teen at first- He was confused that Bakura would be so careful. In reality, Ryou actually thought that Bakura would mess up in less than a week. Not that he wanted him to- He was extremely relieved that nothing had gone wrong. Ryou sighed, wondering how long it would last.
"Hi Ryou." There was a smile on Bakura's face as he closed the door behind him, hanging up his coat. Ryou grinned, setting the knife down on the chopping board and running to the yami, flinging his arms around his neck. Bakura's eyes widened as Ryou hugged his small, but wiry, muscular form. The demon broke into a small grin, cautiously ruffling soft white hair.
"How was your um… Session?" Ryou broke apart, keeping his eyes downcast. Bakura bit his lip, but forced a smile. "Oh… If you don't want to talk about it, Bakura I understand, I mean…"
"It's okay." Bakura said reassuringly, placing a light kiss on Ryou's perfect pink lips. "Apparently it's good for me to talk about how I feel and all of that crap." He released Ryou's arms, and the light sighed, giving Bakura another short embrace before returning to his vegetables.
"Well, how do you feel?" Ryou inquired, slicing through an onion. Bakura kicked off his boots and hitched himself up on the kitchen counter, leaning against the wall with a sigh. "Bakura? Are you all right?" The demon let out a long sigh, raising his eyes to the ceiling.
"Yeah." Bakura muttered, rubbing his forehead. "I'm okay. It wasn't so bad I guess… I just… Ugh. I hate talking about all of my personal feelings like that to someone I barely know. Y'know?" Ryou nodded in understanding and flashed a small smile.
"Yeah. I know." The whitenette sniffed wiping at his eyes. "Just the onions." Ryou reassured his other. Bakura nodded and swallowed, drawing his knees to his chest. Ryou frowned slightly, but didn't say anything, and continued to slice the white vegetable. "It's just… Having to tell her all these personal things is… Degrading. Telling her everything about you, about Malik, about that stupid arrogant Pharoah and his bitch, about… About…"
"You didn't." Ryou dropped the knife. "Oh Bakura… You didn't…" The demon let out a long sigh, and bowed his head, silver bangs falling into his eyes.
"I told her my parents and older brother were shot in front of me." Bakura bit his lip. "You think I'm that stupid?" Ryou swallowed, pressing his lips together and keeping his eyes downcast. "Come on Ryou. This is just how that woman was acting. I'm over it, okay? Well, not over it, but… It's not like I cry myself to sleep every night or anything." Bakura frowned, staring over at Ryou. "Ryou?"
"I-I'm okay." Ryou held his hands over his face, his shoulders shaking. "Ugh, stupid onions!" Bakura let out a long sigh, and slid off the counter, taking Ryou in his arms and cradling the boys' frail form against his chest.
"Oh Ryou." Bakura sighed, closing his eyes. Ryou was sobbing weakly into his hands, pressed against the demons chest. "Come on… Come on, Ryou, it's okay… It's going to be okay."
"I-I'm okay." Ryou finally managed to control his tears. He wiped angrily at his eyes, clenching his eyes in agony. "It's these onions… They burn so much!" Bakura looked on sympathetically as the small boy continued to wipe at his eyes. "Oh man."
"It's okay." Bakura whispered, stroking long white hair. "Come on, Ryou, it's okay."
"It's the onions!" Ryou protested, glaring up at the demon. "Please, Bakura, it really is." Bakura snorted, messily ruffling the light's hair. "I mean it."
"Sure it is." Bakura said smoothly, lifting Ryou's chin with a finger to stare him in the eye. "Come on Ryou, you're a frigging crybaby." The demon smirked, cupping a soft jawbone.
"Not." Ryou protested, pouting cutely. "It's the onions." Bakura laughed under his breath, pulling the boy into a soft, chaste kiss.
"Sure Ryou. Blame it on the onions."
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"And it seems this heatwave is not going to let up for at least another couple of days. Temperatures have soared above forty-five degrees Celsius in many regions of Japan, and water levels are dangerously low. People are advising to limit their water usage-"
"Ryou! Shut that crap off!" Bakura hollered from the bathroom. Ryou giggled, a wide smile spreading across his face as he switched the channel. The whitenette turned his head and rolled his eyes at Malik, who was currently sprawled on the couch beside him. Both were wearing long cotton shorts, and Ryou was clothed in a white singlet, while Malik decided to go shirtless. Both of the boys were panting and sweating, and although the doors to the apartment porch was flung wide open, as well as all the windows, they both could not keep cool. Malik groaned, shading his eyes with his hand.
"I hope he isn't too long in there." Ryou bit his lip. "Ugh. I really need to shower." Malik smiled at the cute scene of Ryou wrinkling his nose, pushing himself up into a sitting position. "I'm so hot and sweaty and ick."
"It's a heat wave." Malik sighed, leaning against the back of the couch. "Of course it's supposed to be hot. We should go down to the ocean tonight- When it's less sunny, I mean. I'd hate for you to get sunburned." Ryou giggled, sticking out his tongue at the Egyptian.
"Just because you don't have to worry about getting burned," Ryou prodded Malik's bare arm. "I'd like to see you survive an English winter." The Egyptian stuck out his tongue in return, and just as Ryou was about to retaliate, the bathroom door swung open, and Bakura raised an eyebrow at the pair.
"Shower's all yours." Bakura muttered, zipping up his fly. He stared strangely at Malik for a moment, before heading towards the open laptop on the kitchen table. Ryou squealed happily and bounded out of the fluffy white sofa, running across the lounge and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Bakura snorted, and started typing furiously into the black plastic keys, so fast, his fingers were almost a blur. Malik sighed, and rolled over onto his stomach to look at Bakura, half-lidded eyes focused intently on his bare chest and back (Ryou was the only one modest about his body amongst the three). Bakura continued to type, pausing occasionally to frown at the screen. Malik stared at him for a few minutes, allowing a dreamy, love struck look to cross his features. A soft sigh spilled from his lips, and he cupped his chin in two hands. Bakura continued to type on the laptop, unaware that he was being watched, and it wasn't until he heard Malik sigh when his fingers hesitated over the black keys, and the demon turned his head to look at the Egyptian. Malik's eyes widened, and he instantly sat up, tearing his eyes away from Bakura's muscled back, rippling as he moved. A blush formed across his face, and he looked down at his twisting hands. Bakura stared at Malik for a long moment, crimson eyes narrowed in thought and suspicion, but turned back to his keyboard, muttering under his breath as he continued to type.
"Shoot." Malik muttered ten minutes later. Bakura raised an eyebrow, but continued to type, although his fingers were noticeably slower, and every so often, the demon paused, and frowned at the screen.
"What." Bakura's mahogany orbs never left the screen for a moment, fingers steadily clacking. "Don't tell me you have to go to the bathroom, Malik." The Egyptian blushed, scratching the back of his blonde head. "Oh no."
"U-Um, yes?" Malik squeaked, ducking his head. Bakura let out a long, exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes heavenwards. "Crap. I'm frigging busting…"
"Idiot." Bakura muttered, his nose wrinkling. Malik opened his mouth to say something, but paused as a grin flitted across the demons face for a moment. The Egyptian gritted his teeth, glaring at the demon.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Malik muttered, rubbing his temples. Bakura snorted, finally tearing his gaze away from the computer screen.
"Look, Malik. Just knock on the door and go in. Ryou's been in there for twenty fucking minutes. If you're not going to do that, piss over the balcony or something." Malik rolled his eyes, but stood up, shuffling over to the bathroom door. He placed a few knocks on the wooden paneling. "Ryou? Ryou, I really need to pee. Can I come in?" Malik pressed his ear against the door. He thought he heard an 'okay', over the running water, so he grasped the doorknob and gave it a turn. The room was thick with steam as Malik closed the door behind him, perspiration instantly forming on his brow. He squinted through the furling steam, trying to find the white porcelain toilet through all of the steam. The blonde struggled to wave away the moisture with his hands, still struggling to see in the white room.
His eyes fell on the shower. Malik's eyes widened and his mouth fell open as he stared at Ryou, who was showering with his back to the Egyptian. The glass door was clear and only slightly foggy, and Malik couldn't help but drink in Ryou's slim form as he reached for the bar of soap on the shower caddy. The blonde could hear Ryou humming gently over the sound of the shower running, and stared at the water running through his hair, down his back, his arms, his thighs. He was stunning… A soft groan slipped from Malik's lips, and the Egyptian clapped a hand over his mouth quickly, his heart seizing in fear. Thankfully, Ryou hadn't heard, and was now reaching for the washcloth. As he did however, the peach-coloured bar of soap slid from the whitenette's hands, and dropped to the floor, swishing around the floor before resting at Ryou's feet. Malik gulped, lavender eyes widening as the teen made a small sound of annoyance. Bend down and pick it up already, Ryou! The Egyptian mentally screamed. He got his wish. Malik couldn't help but keep his eyes fixated on Ryou's perfect little rear as he bent down, grasping the soap in one fine-boned hand. Oh my God...
Wait… Why was a certain area between his legs starting to feel suspiciously warm? Please say I peed myself. Please, for the love of all things holy say I peed myself... Malik looked down, the flush on his cheeks deepening. Nope. Ryou's naked bathing right in front of Malik had aroused something… Literally. I have to go to the bathroom and take care of this- Shit! I'm in the frigging bathroom! Not good, not good... Malik's breathing grew faster as he raised his eyes to Ryou again, who was humming as he rinsed his hair under the shower. Get out of here you idiot! Malik couldn't do anything but bolt, the circular brass doorknob slipping under trembling fingers, damp from condensation. The Egyptian slammed the door behind him, and ran to the safe haven of the couch, instantly drawing his knees up to his chest to hide his little 'problem'. Shit shit shit…
"So he let you in?" Bakura had never moved his eyes from the computer screen, but Malik noted the frown that knitted his eyebrows together. "You look pretty flushed."
"It's hot in there." Malik said defensively. "Like a frigging steam room." Bakura snorted, the pace of his fingers over the black keys quickening. "Nah, Ryou let me in fine."
"I'll bet." The demon continued to type. Malik frowned, but shook his head, drawing his knees tighter to his chest. The Egyptian opened his mouth to respond, but before he could utter a word, the bathroom door swung open, and Ryou gently stepped out, a towel wrapped around his waist, leaving the door wide open so the steam could evaporate properly. "Hey Ryou." Malik looked on rather jealously as Ryou flashed Bakura a smile. "Good shower?"
"Not really." Ryou wrinkled his nose. As soon as I got out, I was sweating again. I hate this stupid heatwave." Bakura grinned, and the youngest of the trio stuck out his tongue, before heading to his bedroom. "I'm going to get dressed." Bakura nodded, and drew his eyes away from the screen, staring not at Ryou however, but at Malik. He noted how the Egyptian flushed when Ryou grinned at him, and the way his lavender eyes seemed to linger on the whitenette's rear, and the way he continued to hunch into himself.
"Okay Malik." Bakura's voice broke the silence as soon as Ryou entered his room and closed the door behind him. Malik blinked, and directed his gaze to Bakura, who had actually pushed down the screen on the laptop, and shifted in his chair so he could properly look at the blonde. "Cut the crap, and tell me what the hell is going on." Malik's eyes widened as Bakura stood up, crossing his arms, and his heart began to beat faster.
"Wh-what?" Malik gulped, struggling to feign innocence. "B-Bakura, what the hell are you talking about?" Bakura snarled, and annoyance began to cross his face. The Egyptian looked away, drumming his fingers on his kneecaps to try and calm his nerves.
"Do you think I'm as naïve as Ryou?" Bakura spat, his hands now on his hips. "Do you honestly believe I'm so stupid?" Malik gulped, his eyes widening. Oh shit. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I-I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, Bakura!" Malik retorted, crossing his arms and glaring at the demon. "If you're going to accuse me of something, at least explain yourself properly!"
"Okay then, Malik." Bakura seethed, eyes narrowing dangerously. "Let me put this in a way you can comprehend. Stop hitting on Ryou!" Malik's mouth fell open.
"Look, Bakura, I-I don't know what you-you're talking about! Ryou is a friend. My best friend. And just a friend. H-He's with you-"
"Oh, and I suppose you act like a lovesick teenager around all of your friends then, Malik!" Bakura interjected. "Is that it, huh?"
"No!" Malik would have stood up, if it were not for a certain handicap. "I-It's not! A-And I don't know why I'm doing it, Bakura! Hell, half of the time, I don't even realize I am doing it! Look, I'm sorry. I know Ryou's with you, and I don't want to ruin it, it's just…"
"Just what?" Bakura's voice was slightly softer, less angry, and his hands slid from his hips and down at his sides. "Malik? Just what?"
"I don't know." The Egyptian admitted. "I didn't mean to like, fall in love with him, you know? It just happened." Bakura nodded.
"Malik, I know exactly what you mean." Malik blinked at the demons tone. He sounded so… normal. "You have no idea how many girls -and guys- have fallen in love with him. You just got caught in his web. It's not like he casts it on purpose."
"Who casts what?" Ryou frowned, standing in the doorway. Malik jumped, and Bakura blinked. "What are you two talking about?"
"Nothing important." Bakura said shortly, leaning into the couch. "Never you mind your pretty little head about it." Ryou stuck out his tongue, and giggled, a grin spreading across his face.
"You guys." Ryou giggled. Bakura rolled his eyes. Malik blinked as Ryou continued to banter and prattle, but he wasn't listening to the whitenette talk. He was watching the way his liquid brown eyes lit up when he smiled, the way the sun would catch his long white hair, making it shine a silvery-gold. He was staring at Ryou's body, how his thin waist curved inwards almost like a woman's, how long and pale and creamy is legs looked in those light blue shorts that ended at his lower thigh. He was staring at Ryou's smooth, unblemished neck and shoulders, revealed by his rather low-cut singlet, the sleeves constantly sliding off slim rounded shoulders. Oh Ryou, you're so beautiful…
"Quit it." Malik gasped as a sharp punch was delivered into his side, the two words hissed into his ear. The Egyptian blinked at the demons words, the firm blow bringing him back to reality. Right. He had to watch himself if he didn't want to slip up again. This time, it might be Ryou that finds out… Oh, that would be so embarrassing…
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"So… Malik can sleep on the couch, and Bakura can drag the mattress out onto the floor here. Is that okay with you guys?"
"Yeah."
"Sure." Ryou grinned at the pair, Bakura sprawled out along the better part of the two-seater couch, Malik stretched out amongst the last remaining space, long bare legs along the floor. "It's so hot." Malik moaned, brushing damp sweaty bangs out of his eyes. "I hate this hot weather…"
"You're from Egypt." Bakura raised an eyebrow. "And you hate hot weather?" The blonde tossed a mock glare in the demons direction.
"Oh shut up."
"You wanna bring it?"
"Guys!" Ryou complained from the floor. "It's way to hot to argue. Please, can you wait until it cools a bit?" Bakura snorted, and Malik sighed, but couldn't resist jabbing the spirit in the side.
"We're just joking around, Ryou." The blonde reassured him. "It's okay. I just… Ugh. I can't take much more of this… You have sunblock, right Ryou?" The whitenette nodded, staring up at the older boys. "Well, can you just put a hell of a lot on so you wont get sunburnt? It's so hot… I really need to go to the bathroom."
"Yeah."
"Bakura…" The demon grinned, and finally managed to pull himself up from the couch, giving a playful kick at Ryou on the way to the bathroom. "You guys aren't fair. You know that, right?" Ryou complained from the floor. Malik smiled, and let out a large yawn, arching his back in a stretch. Bakura soon reappeared from the bathroom, and tossed the SPF 50+ sunscreen to Ryou. Although Ryou outstretched his arms, he missed by a mile, and got hit squarely on the nose. The whitenette cried out, rubbing at his bruised appendage. Bakura snorted in laughter, and Malik chuckled, leaving Ryou to glare (Not that it worked) at the pair of them, somewhat hit.
"Just put it on." Bakura headed into the bedroom. "It's too hot." Ryou sat up, opening mouth to respond. All he got, however, was a 'but-' before the door was slammed shut.
"What about my back?" Ryou whimpered. "My arms aren't freakishly long, you know. I can't reach it there. Who's going to get it?" Malik blushed from the couch, and decided it was time to play the knight in shining armor, and rescue the damsel in distress.
"Well, I can get it, Ryou." The Egyptian offered, a faint rose blush tinting his cheeks. Ryou turned his way, and a wide grin spread across his angelic features. "I-I mean, if you want me to." Malik rubbed at the back of his neck, which was feeling oddly hot.
"Oh, thank you!" Ryou sighed, and picked up the bottle of sunscreen, throwing it to Malik, who managed to catch it. The blonde slid onto the floor, crawling over to sit behind Ryou, who was in the act of tugging his shirt on over his head. Malik's breath hitched as he stared at Ryou's flawless back, only marred very faintly by scars. He looked for a long moment before catching himself, shaking his head to drag himself out of his torpor.
"No problem." Malik flashed a somewhat shaky smile, pooling some of the liquid onto his palm. He dipped two fingers into the mixture, and ran it along Ryou's back, the light arching his back at the low temperature. He began to rub the small amount in along Ryou's spine, the whitenette tense at the touch.
"It's probably a better idea if you just slather it on with both hands, Malik." Ryou suggested, sweeping his white curtain of hair over one shoulder. Malik paused, but nodded, rubbing both of his hands together, and running his hands along Ryou's back, starting at his shoulder blades. Malik closed his eyes as he ran his hands along the contours of Ryou's perfect back, his feminine waist, his still slightly exposed ribs, his rounded shoulders, and the curve in his back before his rear. Malik went down as far as he dared, making sure he rubbed in the white cream as thoroughly as he could. Ryou sighed, allowing his eyes to close as Malik continued to rub the liquid into his skin. It was a few minutes later when Malik finally brought his hands away with reluctance, mentally going over in his mind how it felt to be touching such a personal part of Ryou for so long.
"Well… There you go." Malik feigned a smile. Ryou grinned, and turned around, grasping the bottle of sunscreen.
"Thanks Malik." Ryou said softly, beginning to rub it over his arms. "I mean it. Bakura has this thing about stick liquids. I don't understand it… Malik? Are you okay? Are you going to go weird on me again?"
"What? N-no." Malik assured the younger boy. "Just thinking." About you. "I'm sorry."
"Oh, don't be sorry." Ryou shrugged, starting on his legs while Malik stared. "You know, I worry about you sometimes, Malik." The Egyptian stuck out his tongue. Ryou laughed.
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