Waiting

Pairing: Thiefshipping

Rating: K

Warnings: none really

Disclaimer: You all know how the show would be if I owned Yugioh…

Gentle sunrays grazed the ocean's surface, bright light beams reaching areas far beyond. Schools of fish busily floated through their wet home, laughing happily along the way. A boy playfully nudged his best friend, a young manta, and pointed at a female of the same species.

"Look, she's there! If I were you, I'd ask her out right now!" he exclaimed, his long purple fish tail twitching excitedly.

"Malik, you know I can't! She's way out of my league. She's the mayor's daughter! And I'm just…" mumbled the manta unhappily.

What he wasn't expecting was his friend's reaction to those words. An angry scowl made its way onto the boy's face, fury vibrating through his entire form.

"At least you have a chance! Look at me! I'm neither fish, nor human. No sane fish would want me! And the one I love isn't even allowed to know I exist…"

Angry tears threatened to fall from the merboys lilac eyes, tanned hands clenched into fists. The manta, who went by the name Odeon, bit his bottom lip and tried to comfort his friend by gently nudging him with his grey nose, but Malik turned and swam away as fast as he could, knowing that his grey friend couldn't keep up with him.

Finally he reached his destination: the surface. Like so many times before he hid behind a rock near the beach. Maybe the one he desired to be with would be here?

Malik's favourite pastime was to watch the fascinating human. But it seemed he was not there that day.

As sad sigh escaped the merboy's lips, his fingers digging painfully into the stone he chose as a hiding place. He wouldn't cry. Not over a human. A creature of the earth, not made for the water.

Suddenly something touched Malik's shoulder and he whirled around.

"Odeon, please leave me be!" he exclaimed.

Then his breath caught in his throat. His eyes didn't lock with his best friend's grey ones, but with confused red hues. Right in front of him was the object of his affection.

The white haired human asked something, but the merboy didn't know the rough language the creatures of the surface spoke. He shook his head to indicate he didn't understand.

A silver eyebrow rose and the pale boy began to say something yet again, but Malik prevented him from talking by touching a tanned finger to pale pink lips.

"I am sorry, but I don't speak your language…" he whispered and understanding dawned on the human's face.

A small smile found its way onto the merboy's face and he pointed at himself, slowly saying his name.

"Malik… ich hätte mir nie gedacht, dass ich jemals so tief sinken würde… mein Name ist Bakura.", the human mumbled and then pointed at himself, "Bakura." (1)

Malik smiled. Finally he knew his love's name. Not really thinking he threw his arms around the other, intertwined his fishtail with Bakura's legs and pressed his lips to the human's.

The white haired boy's body went rigid, russet eyes as big as dinner plates. The last thing he expected was to be kissed by some random stranger. And the slippery thing touching his legs didn't help either. The tan boy did look good, that was for sure, but the fishy texture rubbing across his skin was creeping the albino out.

Suddenly the stranger hopped onto the rock behind him and revealed a dark purple fish tail that sprung from his waist instead of legs, the light caught by the tiny scales causing them to look like crystals. The water droplets cascading the tanned chest giving the being an ethereal look.

Bakura climbed onto the big stone next to Malik and reached out to softly touch the tail, his fingers tenderly making contact with the wet surface. It was softer that he had imagined, the scales not as hard as they looked. On a whim the human leaned down and touched his lips to the tail which in turn wrapped around him. The merboy said something in that melodic language of his and then kissed him again. And this time Bakura responded, even deepened the intimate contact.

The boy tasted of salt and ocean and something unique that was only him. The albino wanted to never let go of the blonde and much too soon they had to break apart for air. Their gazes met and the fish boy smiled. Then he jumped back into the water, briefly resurfacing to wave a tan hand and then disappearing into the waves.

Bakura stayed on that rock for a long time, thinking about the beautiful creature of the ocean he had met, before swimming back to the beach. He knew he would come back the next day to swim. And he also knew that Malik would be there, waiting for him.

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Bakura says in German: Malik… I would have never thought that I'd ever sink so low… my name is Bakura.