AN: I changed this category from 'romance/ tragedy' to 'romance/hurt/comfort', for reasons. -grins-
Disclaimer. I really wish I did, but I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
"M—Marik?"
"Yeah. I'm here"
Marik made to comfort Bakura, but was surprised when a pale hand pushed his away from his shoulder, not unkindly however.
"You're…really here?"
"I am."
"Not an illusion…"
Bakura sat there for a full 5 minutes, just staring at Marik, trying to comprehend everything.
Marik, thinking Bakura was drinking in his features, offered the latter a weak smile, telling him everything would be ok.
He didn't smile back.
"Marik…you. Scared. THE. FUCK OUT OF ME. You DIE on me, and you…you come back…!"
Bakura was so enraged, he couldn't find the words to string together a coherent sentence. For every word Bakura said, a punch was thrown into Mariks' chest.
"Ow, Bakura! What the fuck? What IS your problem?"
"I just told you, you dim-witted fuck head!"
"How can you blame ME for what happened?"
"Fine. Explain."
"Well…I did die. But I guess I was…up Above? I mean…I looked down, and I could see you, I could see you in that hospital, and I could see me…in this little room, but I was…broken, and blood covered. And I saw you run home and fall asleep in the front steps. And I was…well of course; I was heartbroken, because I couldn't be there with you to help you through the pain…the pain that I caused. Then you woke up, and I watched you come in here, and go insane, and destroy our stuff…and it just…it killed me to see you like that. And then…I fell. I mean…I felt my body literally fall out of the sky…and I ended up right outside our apartment. Then…well, this happened."
Bakura could only sit there.
"Marik…I'm sorry."
He rose up off the floor and made his way to his bedroom and slammed the door shut, leaving a hurt Marik behind.
Bakura threw himself down on his bed in sheer confusion.
How does this even happen? Does the Rod have anything to do with it?
Bakura sat up suddenly.
That was it. The Rod.
Bakura suddenly burst out of the room and into Marik.
"Marik! Where's the Rod?"
"Um…right here, Bakura. Why-?"
"Give it to me!"
He examined the Rod, looking for something, anything, that could be a sign.
He was thinking of Mariks' Dark Side. Mariku.
They had banished him to the Shadow Realm about a half a year ago, after Battle City, and Bakura was glad he was gone for good. Mariku had tried, and almost succeeded, in tearing up Marik and Bakuras' newly formed relationship, by killing Bakura. So, Bakura obviously had a good reason for despising the darker half.
At last, after groping every inch of the Millennium Rod, he felt it.
A sudden change in the Rods energy. This must have been how Marik returned. Bakura used the power of his Millennium Ring to tap into the powers of the Rod, and, from what he could tell, this energy was not dangerous. It just seemed like a harmless bit of magic, for which he was grateful.
He turned around to face Marik, to apologize for earlier.
"Marik…I'm so sorry for how I reacted earlier. I thought I'd lost you. I thought I'd never get to see you again. The shock of looking up to see you standing in front of me was too much. I'm…sorry…"
He walked over to Marik, putting his arms around him waist and slipping the Rod into his back pocket, and kissed him softly on the lips. He was just as warm as Bakura remembered. He backed away from Marik and announced that he was now going to make a special meal, Mariks' favorite, ice cream with almonds. Bakura always said that ice cream didn't count as a meal, and had never made it as one. Marik usually had to make it himself. But today was special. Today Bakura got his Marik back.
"Marik! I have your ice cream!"
"Bakura."
Marik sat in the couch, his face hidden in shadow.
"Bakura…do you really love me?"
"What kind of question is that?"
"Just answer it…please."
"Of course I love you Marik! Now take your ice cream."
He took it, and he and Bakura ate in silence for a while.
Bakura couldn't help but notice that Marik was starting to act like he did when Mariku possessed him. He was sullen; it seemed that nothing would make him happy. Not even Mint Oreo ice cream with almonds made him happy. Bakura even told him he loved him, and he barely cracked a smile. He thought nothing of it, however. He figured it was just stress, of everything that was going on.
"Marik, you seem really sad and tired…what's up?"
"I don't, know, I think it's just the stress. It was really stressful sitting up there, watching you. And I've felt really tired ever since I arrived here…"
"I think you need to go to bed."
"Oh I will Bakura, just let me finish my ice cream. You go on to bed. I'm sure you're tired too."
"Alright. If you're sure. I love you Marik."
"I love you too Bakura."
Bakura smiled and turned away, entering his room and shutting the door.
Marik smiled darkly.
Then, all of a sudden, a dark shadow swept over Marik as he suddenly changed expression from stressed and tired to evil and manipulative.
"Fool…" Mariku muttered.
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