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Fandom: Yugioh
Characters: Yami Bakura/Malik Ishtar
Prompt: #14: Green

Word Count: 2,136
Rating: M

Chapters: 4/100

Summary: "Stay as long as you need too, I really don't mine." He offered, Bakura gave a soft smile and started to drift off to sleep.

Warning(s): M. Language. AU. No spoilers.

The dawn was almost here and the light fall of snow came down, he exited the factory he worked in. He spent his hours here making wooden and metal crate boxes for overseas shipment for eleven hours, then he would go home sleep for a few hours and be back doing it all over again.

The sun peeked over the horizon making the already frigid air even colder, if that was possible. He staggered on his feet while he coughed into his gloved hand for a few moments. His body ached like never before, his chest felt as though someone had hit him with a sledgehammer and his brain felt four times too big for his head… more to the point he just felt like crap… "Bakura!" He stopped walking and groaned, it was too much effort to turn about to listen to some bullshit complaint his Forman had about him.

He turned about anyway, pain shot through his body like a million small knives stabbing him in his joints and head. It was the boss-man himself, he had managed to pull himself out of his nice heated office to mingle with the slaves of his factory. He was standing here, by the large doors. Gloved hands tucked under his arms, a jacket that made him look four times bigger, a woollen hat, a scarf that covered his neck and half his face… the boss reminded him of Malik, who didn't like the cold at all and wrapped himself up the same way. The boss had a rather unhappy look on his round flushed face. "If you don't pull your weight tomorrow, you can forget about coming back." He snarled then turned finding another target to threaten. He was on a power trip, again.

Bakura just walked off, he couldn't give a shit, he was over worked and underpaid, trying to keep a roof over his head, not that it was much of a roof, but it kept him from living on the streets. The sudden coldness hit his feet making them numb and causing him to shiver. The puddle of melted snow got through the hole in his shoe.

He growled irritably and kept on walking, hearing the sounds of police or ambulance sirens somewhere close by. He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets even more and hunched his shoulders to help block out the cold wind. Home wasn't that far, only a few blocks away. In this neighborhood a walk at this hour was like throwing raw meat into prana infested waters.

Two blocks later and all he could think about was curling up and going to sleep once he got home, or better yet, curling up with his boyfriend and going to sleep, even better would be a mild brake-in into his boyfriend's apartment and sleep a few hours in a real bed with heating. Besides all that, Malik was away overseas attending some family thing that he wasn't invited too. Bakura coughed once again into his hand making him feel dizzy and the throbbing in his head worsened along with his chest. Besides Malik lived on the other side of town in a luxury apartment building and the security there would have him arrested if caught.

It was just better to go home since it was closer and sleep.

Bakura walked into the lobby of his building, passing the wall of mail-boxes that were over stuffed with unread junk mail. The walls were a dark green and needed a repaint, the holes in the floors and carpets. Women sat about on worn out couches or lent against the walls. A few boys were among them and Bakura doubted they were of legal age. They all talked with each other as they too were returning home from a night of work. The small caged room the Super sat in glaring at everyone that was coming and going, barking for rent to be paid even if it wasn't due.

"C'monHiroto." A tall brunet pleaded, leaning on the counter giving a good full view of her breasts in the one-size to small corset top. "You'll have fun, I guarantee it." This argument wasn't anything new, the girl was interested, but the guy was too dense to notice and they spent more time arguing like an old married couple then being civil to each other.

Bakura walked by them. "Hey Anzu, Honda!"

"Bakura," She smiled generally happy to see him, though it was quickly replaced with a frowned of worry. "You look like shit! In fact the thing my cat dragged in looked better then you." She said not moving from her spot and Hiroto wasn't taking any notice of her flirting like always.

"Are you alright?" She asked moving away from the counter, her high heel boots clipped dully against the rotting floor.

"Nothing a few hours of sleep won't cure." He said over his shoulder as he vanished through the stairwell door since the lifts were death-tarps.

Anzu shot her boyfriend-to-be a worried look. "Leave it alone," He warned her, he could hear her mind ticking over.

"I wasn't going to do anything." Anzu protested, before looking once more over her shoulder. "Maybe I might take some soup up to him later."

Malik sighed heavily as the call he was making rang out with no answer and went onto voice mail. "Still nothing?" Seto asked placing down two cups of hot coffee.

"Nothing," He sighed placing down the cell and picking up the coffee. "He was meant to be here. When was the last time you saw him?" Malik asked. Seto pulled a slight face of disgust at the question, everyone knew that he didn't care much for the almost homeless-guy.

"I haven't." Seto pulled off his black leather gloves.

Malik sighed as he tried calling again; he had bought Bakura a new cell-phone a few months back and he kept finding it somewhere in his apartment after the other had left, all Bakura could say was that he had forgotten it…damn he was so stubborn. He would never accept any form of help or gifts for that matter. Hell, Malik had even offered for the older male to move in with him. Bakura ended up in one of his moods, saying that he could make his own way in the world. Malik admired him for it, since he had come from a very wealthy family and was attending the best collage the city had to offer and he was living independently so it was no big deal for him to help the other out.

"I knew if I didn't stay he would work himself to death." Malik hissed, Seto just raised an eyebrow. Ishizu had dragged him away for a few weeks back to Egypt to visit family members, truly a boring and uneventful trip that sadly forced him to leave Bakura behind.

"I don't know why you don't ditch the vagabond lover and find someone who's…"

"Of our class?" Malik jumped in, eyes narrowing as he started to shake out of anger.

"Well, I was going to say me… you can't do better than me." Seto smirked smugly. "But then I would think, everyone is of better class then Bakura. And your family would have given me an open invitation if we were dating."

"Stick it Kaiba." Jou said sitting down, before Malik could react. "A relationship with you would be like watching paint dry. Sex would be pencilled in with your daily manicures and massagers and appointments with clients."

"Says the guy that would fuck anything in a back alley." Seto sneered.

"At least it would be fun." Jou threw back and then said to Malik. "I saw Bakura about a week ago. He looked alright. He said that there was no point in hanging about if you weren't. But if you ask me he just didn't want to put up with, him." Jou nodded towards Kaiba.

"Why don't you two see him for the little gold-digger that he is?" Seto took a sip of his hot coffee. "It wouldn't surprise me if you ended up being murdered by him." Seto gasped standing up when Malik deliberately knocked the hot cup coffee into his lap.

"Why I'm still friends with you is behind me." Malik stood up; he was so tired of always defending his lover against the always jealous driven Seto. "I don't want to see you again." He took his hot drink and left while pocketing his cell phone. Jou in the mean time was doubled over with laughter.

"Shut up Jounouchi!" Seto huffed turning and leaving as well, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed in a number that he had been saving for such an occasion. Let's see how Malik would still like Bakura after he had no job at all.

Malik was seething; it didn't matter to anyone that Bakura had saved him that night almost a year ago. He had gotten lost and ended up getting mugged. The next thing Malik remembered was waking up on a beat up couch with a serious concussion and that his rescuer had been looking after him for four days. Still unable to move he spent another two days on that couch being watched over … He had learnt so much about the other in that time as well and Malik had fallen hard for the blunt, though still shy Bakura. In a whim he had giving himself to Bakura who had taken him on that couch in an almost caveman like fashion; damn it had been the best two days of his life. He would never have experienced anything like that in his proper world of etiquette.

The few people that stood outside the almost condemned apartment building didn't even look twice as the black stylish sports car pulled up to a stop and Malik got out of the driver's side. He ignored the comments for a good-time from the new girls to the building.

Honda spotted the male entering his lobby and rushed over as Malik made his way to the stairwell. "Just so you know that Bakura is behind on his rent by four months, I'm issuing an eviction today."

Malik stopped walking he was so used to Honda trying to get money out of him by using his lover. "Bakura always pays his rent on time… but if you wish to take it further I'll have my lawyer contact you."

Honda backed off, "I was kidding," he laughed it off.

"I wasn't." Malik snapped.

"Hello Malik," Anzu greeted approaching. "I'm glad you're here, Bakura looked so horrible that I'm even worried about him." He turned and pushed the door open to the stairs.

Malik had to step over a few residences that were passed out in the hallway, either from alcohol or drugs. It made him all the more determined to get Bakura out of here. He knocked on the apartment door rather hard and called out his name… no answer came from inside. So Malik pulled out his cell phone and dialed Bakura's number again, he glanced at the door when he heard the ringing from inside. He sighed, whether Bakura was sick or not he might have gone back to work… Anzu's comment made him more anxious to find him. Satisfied that Bakura wasn't home Malik left, leaving instructions for Anzu to call if his lover turned up.

Malik was soon walking into his apartment, he would shower and change and go back to Bakura's apartment and wait there. What Malik didn't expect upon walking in through his front door was to see Bakura's beat up boots laying before the door for anyone to trip over and his jacket was thrown over the counter. Malik sighed as he kicked the boots out of the way and headed down the hallway.

Malik pushed open the door to his bedroom and approached the bed; Bakura slumbered so soundly, tissues littered the bed and floor along with their empty boxes. Malik crawled onto the bed pushing aside the crumbled tissues. "I broke in, hope you didn't mind." Bakura opened an eye; his cheeks were flushed with a fever.

"Not at all," Malik whispered brushing the hair from the other's face.

"I'll be gone by morning."

"Stay as long as you need too, I really don't mine." He offered, Bakura gave a soft smile and started to drift off to sleep. Malik would keep his lover here as long as he could.

Well, it didn't turn out as what I was hoping it would. Seto I don't think came off as the very stuck up girly rich-boy –shrugs- I donno, I might pull it down and give it a better go some other time. Review, (Love and Cookies)