A/N: What do you know, I ran out of angel food cake just before the first review. ;P Got this chapter up quick, didn't I! Quicker than usual anyway. - Good job for me!
"Uhhh…"
Marik didn't realize it, but that nervous whistle was coming from his own lips. He tried to starve the anxious feeling in the pit of his stomach. Yugi was there; so what? As far as Marik could discern, they were still on unfriendly terms, and there was no room there for whatever the hell Malik and Tea thought there was.
Right?
Marik raised an eyebrow at Yugi. "Thinking about me?" he joked. This was not starting off well.
Although Yugi laughed a tiny bit at the entirely too-unfunny joke, he grabbed his stomach lightly when it started to hurt. He had felt a little sick; he hadn't completely lied to Joey after all. And why would he have? Joey was his friend. Marik, in contrast, was not his friend. Memories of Joey. Thinking of Joey. Happy Joey. Good cheering-up-person.
Arg, this wasn't helping. He had ditched Joey.But he was Joey! He would never completely lie to Joey, because Joey was his friend!
But I did leave to come back here, Yugi admitted guiltily to himself. To preserve a memory. But of what? "Yeah, right, baka. Like I'd ever slep with you."
Did I just say slep? I just said slep! He's affecting my speech! Ohh… This is bad. This is very, very bad.
Marik's face fell. "My better self told me some things," he admitted; a blush rose warmly on his face. It was interesting how fast the yami could become rosey.
"Yeah?" Yugi shifted uncomfortably. And then a blush flared on his face. Kuso! I'm sitting on a bed! How wrong does this scene look! Why do I care? There's nobody here to see… To see what? Damn it Yugi stop thinking that way.
…………………………………Images.
Eeep!
"You think Malik's your better half, huh?" Yugi joked.
"I'm told so by many people." Marik grinned wickedly, and he even went so far as to introduce the facial stretch and protruding tongue that had, Ninja Froggy had noted, been sorely missed in the duration of this fanfiction. He walked over towards Yugi. Sit next to him on the bed so he'll have to listen. Kill him. No, just tell him what Malik said… His gaze softened. "Um, um, Gaki-me, Malik told me… uh…"
Don't sit next to me please don't please don't, Yugi inwardly prayed.
Malik didn't. He stopped in front of Yugi. Gaki-me has his eyes squelched shut. He looks sick. Marik bit his lower lip. "Er, Gaki-me, listen. Malik told me that Tea called him and said that we were doing stuff. What's that term? Oh… doing stuff… together."
Yugi's same confession came pouring out in a gush: "Tea attacked me in my room and told me that she thought we were… yeah," he admitted bitterly. "Well, no… actually she just said that we were dating. But whatever! She asked. Isn't that rude?"
Yugi inwardly cursed himself for sounding so bitter. Kuso! I sounded so annoyed. Is that bad? Why is this so much harder, liking a guy? WAIT A SECOND! When did I decide I liked him? On the way over here? Just like that? Was there a PTO meeting about it? Why don't I know? Is the Chinese government trying to hide their problems? Why didn't the Astros win the World Series? This is hard. Why does it have to be so different and wrong? Just like Marik usually is. I… I can't open my eyes.
He didn't want open his eyes, because the New Yugi was not going to, could not, falter, and he was afraid that he would if he did. His eyes opened slightly, but he shut them tightly again soon after this. Marik was staring at him, arms crossed, a bored expression on his face.
"So?" the Egyptian prompted.
Yugi's eyes snapped open. "So what?"
"So what am I supposed to say now?"
"We are supposed to laugh at them!" Yugi said. He forced himself to keep his eyes open and look at Marik, in the eyes, in the eyes… He was this close from a nervous breakdown, and needed more time to file the loose sheets of paper in his heart than he needed to do his physics homework. Or maybe he just need Marik to move away from the bed! "We're supposed to laugh, and then—"
"Dame mas gasoline!"
Music played rather suddenly. Marik took a few steps back, away from the bed. "What the heck?" Marik looked startled. Yugi laughed a bit.
"Oh, that's the radio," he explained, and he felt better. "I found it. I didn't think it was working, though. I'll—I'll shut it off." Although he stood up and hastily scrambled towards the radio, Marik took two steps towards him and grabbed his shirt easily. "Gaki-me, chotto matte—"
Yugi pulled, hard, as if he was struggling to get away from Marik. Marik lost his footing. Yugi spun around, surprised that the pressure on his shirt had slackened, and then he raised up his hands to keep Marik from falling on him. It was too late; they ended up crashing to the floor. Yugi's hands, he couldn't help noticing, were on Marik's chest.
Mo kuso, Yugi cursed. "Ow…"
Marik had had the breath knocked out of him, and although he tried to get up right away, something unbelievable happened.
…
…
…
…
…
…
…
…
…
…
…
…
…
…
…
…
Oh, you actually wanted to know what it was? Yugi kissed him. …That's all.
About five seconds later…
"You're an unbelievable asshole!" He shoved Marik away with just as much anger as he felt. Marik fell over backwards; this was an astounding feat when one considered that he had just been delicately balanced on top of a hottie ½ his size. Yugi could be strong when he was mean.
Yugi stood up and he glared at Marik. Marik could do little but stare at the arresting look in Yugi's violet eyes. Purple swirled vehemently like a whirlpool under the influence of an angry water god. His face was a solid scarlet. Was he blushing? It didn't look the same… He looked angry.
"Gaki-me—"
"Stop calling me Gaki-me!" Yugi shouted angrily. "And for that matter, stop talking to me! Just stay away from me! Idiot!"
Oh.
Marik sat there, repeating that to himself. "Stupiiiiiiiid…"
The Old Yugi and the New Yugi worked together to slam the door shut on his way out.