Yes, I apologize for the mistakes in the last chap as my editing had changed for the faster and turned out very poor indeed, yes I will get around to fixing it, not saying when, but I will….

Warnings: M for the safety side and some bad language for now … I own nothing!!

Chap 5: Seeing You.

Ryou winced again as Marik slammed something down or slammed something closed, mumbling angrily under his breath as he stormed about the apartment doing things that weren't necessary for him to be doing. Ryou heard the names; Yugi and Righteous Bastard with a string of curses and an even louder bang as if something heavy hit the ground.

Marik stormed passed the living room and Ryou didn't dare move as he just watched the other walk into the kitchen. He ripped open the fridge door making the shelves rattle inside. How dare Yugi bring up such things that happened so long ago, he didn't even know half of what was really going on back then, Yugi only knew what he and Bakura wanted him to know, but then again everyone told Yugi what they thought he should know.

Marik narrowed his eyes, wondering why he was staring into an empty fridge, he really had to buy food, but he wasn't much of a cook, so what was the point? Why did he still have his head in the fridge? He was about to pull out and find something else to do, when arms wrapped about his waist and a cheek nuzzled into him between his shoulder blades, "I'm sorry Marik if he made you angry." Ryou mumbled, Marik's grip on the handle of the fridge tightened, it was as if Ryou was pressing every inch of himself onto his back in a hug.

Marik was fighting down the urge to push the other away and run, but he had to remind himself that contact from others wasn't such a bad thing… well maybe it was, but it coming from Ryou was kinda nice. "Why are you apologizing for him?" Marik growled out but found he enjoyed the hug Ryou was giving him and slowly found himself relaxing into the hold, but still very weary.

"Well." Ryou breathed out and paused for a second, his right cheek rested on Marik's back, Ryou found it quite comfortable to hug the other. "He said he was my friend and he made you upset."

"Gee, you can tell?" Marik snapped sarcastically and once again tensing up and he felt Ryou flinch and the boy's arms loosened from around him. Feeling a little guilty and Marik hated feeling guilt grabbed onto both Ryou's wrists and pulled his arms back into their original place and a little tighter around him and held them there, glad when Ryou didn't fight him and went back to hugging him almost contently. "I'm sorry, there is just history there between us and it wasn't the best as we were never friends." Marik admitted as he closed the fridge door.

"I won't think any differently of you because of what he said," Ryou mumbled. Marik bowed his head and found that his fingers had intertwined with both of Ryou's; Marik only snorted and narrowed his eyes at the fridge door. "He seemed so…"

"Full of himself?" Marik smirked; helping out with filling in the blanks that Ryou seemed to lack the wording for describing someone like the Righteous Bastard. "Just wait until you meet his other half." Marik rolled his eyes. "You think Yugi was bad." Things may heat up just a little when the Righteous Bastard found out that he was very much alive and kicking.

Suddenly Ryou was in front of him looking up at him from under his blonde bangs, eyes wide and curious and then narrowed slightly. "Yugi has another like this Bakura and you?"

"Oh yeah just ask him who he is and he'll give you all the details of his glory days as Pharaoh and how it all came about," Marik rolled his eyes, "He's a pompous, idiot."

"Then if he is like you and Bakura then wouldn't he be able to help me?" To Marik's surprise Ryou was still hugging him and he was staring into those endless depths, Marik looked away, something crept up within him and he was angry that Ryou had even mentioned the name or getting help from that Bastard.

"I don't want you anywhere near him!" Marik snapped venomously and Ryou instantly pulled away with a gasp, his back hitting the fridge. Marik knew just what would happen if Ryou ran over to that house and asked the Righteous Bastard for help or information, it made his blood boil and it would happen all over again and Marik wasn't going to be apart of it.

"I just thought he would be…"

"He doesn't know anything!" Marik bit back, "He's a lying deceitful bastard and all he's interested in is reaping what he can from others to benefit himself." Marik was not in the mood for that contact and stepped away before he did something that he would regret later on. Ryou had given off a soft whimper. Marik paused near the door and looked over his shoulder and now feeling guilty as Ryou hung his head and lent completely against the fridge.

Marik heaved a sigh and said with a harsh cold tone. "Just do whatever you think will help you." Marik walked into the living room and sat down on the couch, Ryou had followed him a few minutes later and hesitated for a second before sitting down next to him.

Was Marik jealous? Ryou reached out and turned Marik's face to look at him better, but the older male had snapped his head about, his eyes narrowed in a furious anger that made Ryou pull his hand back and look away. "You don't have to worry, I'm planing on staying here with you." Ryou said. "And besides I didn't really like that Yugi." Ryou frowned bitting on his bottom lip as Marik turned his dark eyes to glare at something else in the room.

Ryou broke the silence once again. "Did you see him with all those cuts and bruises?"

"I did." Now that he thought about it, he now wondered what had happened to the Host to make someone to do that to him. Marik still stood by his original thoughts that the Righteous Bastard had done it… damn, what was wrong with everyone? He only verbally abused his Host or threatened if he didn't do what he was told, but that had been afterwards, before his Host had betrayed him. His Host was easy to suppress and manipulate like everyone else around him at the time, which was until his Host's Sister came long and Marik after time had just faded into the background to the point that he was forgotten.

Marik glanced down as Ryou wedged his shoulder under Marik's arm and rested his head on his shoulder and sighed. "I still find all this hard to believe." Ryou mumbled. "This amnesia, I couldn't even tell you if we were friends like he said." Marik rested his left cheek on top of Ryou's head as they both fell into a comfortable silence.

Marik's anger had subsided a little after a while and he let Ryou flick through the channels of the tv. Both glanced up and in the direction of the ringing phone, Ryou frowned as he had to move in order to let Marik up and answer it and watched the older male walk over to the kitchen bench.

"Hello?" Marik spoke and Ryou shifted on the couch hoping to catch a little of the conversation, though it was a little hard as Marik was just listening to whoever was on the other line. "Alright I'll be there soon." Marik said as he hung up and turned about to face Ryou. "I have to go." He said as he walked by him and down the small hallway, into the bedroom, then into the bathroom.

Ryou bit his lip waiting and wondering where Marik had to go, he laid on the couch watching the tv. It had been the sweet yet musky smell to the air that got Ryou's attention and he sat up in time to get a good look at Marik and his mouth dropped open and such thoughts filled his head.

"I'm not sure what time I'll be home." Marik mumbled as he looped his belt about his hips. Marik was dressed in a white sleeveless top that stood out nicely against his tanned skin, sinfully tight black leather pants with silver chains hanging from pocket to pocket and images of how Marik wriggled his way into them was something Ryou found himself wanting to see. Marik was also wearing something that he hadn't before and that was a gold choker, wrist cuffs, armbands and earrings, even the marks under his eyes were more profound then before, his eyes seemed darker somehow and his hair more wilder. "Ryou?!" Marik watched as the boy seemed to snap out of it and tore his eyes away from Marik's lower body to his eyes. "Did you hear me?"

Ryou with his mouth still agape didn't have a comeback, Marik smirked as he walked up to the boy and lifted his chin up as he bent down and their faces were close enough to feel the others breath on their lips. "I said, keep the door locked and don't answer it to anyone." Ryou's face felt as though it was on fire and his cheeks were so red.

Marik knew the look so well that Ryou had given him and was still giving him, he received that same lustful stare or want from women and men alike, there was no missing such a look.

Marik though wouldn't have minded to taste those lips against his own or to feel that body pressed against him… The small intake of air from Ryou's slightly parted lips and Marik pulled away and thought better of it not to act on his thoughts.

Ryou blinked a few times as nothing had happened and he stared wide-eyed at Marik. "I have to go." With that Marik left he apartment the lock made the final sound of snapping into place that no one would be walking back through that door for another few hours.

Marik's mood had darked as he neared the bar he worked in, the phone call had been for him to replace one of the others that was sick. Marik walked right by the few people that stood outside the door smoking with drinks in their hands, they waved in a friendly and drunken way to Marik, then went back to talking to each other.

Marik took a right into the alleyway, passing the woman that lent against the brick walls waiting for night to completely fall before selling themselves out on the street or advertising for the bar they worked in. "Oh hey Marik." One of them waved at him, he just nodded his head in greeting, most of the girls that worked here were friendly enough. He passed the large dumpsters and walked right by the bouncer that was fast asleep beside the back entrance door.

Marik walked down a long hallway he passed the storeroom door, the bathrooms and the managers office, passing another two bouncers that stood at the bottom of the stairs that Marik passed that led to the second floor for the private shows the clients paid for. Marik pushed open another door and found himself out on the floor beside the stage.

He started to head for the bar that was across the body filled room. "Hey Marik." Said a young girl that started crawling on her hands and knees on the stage and followed him.

"Hey." Marik glanced at her; she was wearing a red bikini with high heels and fishnet stockings, make-up and hair done, she and like most of the women here were poster girls for the bar and the moneymakers that kept this dump afloat.

"The boss is out for the next two weeks." She said as her body dipped and moved much like a stalking cat, stopping for a second to snatch up the money held out for her by a few patrons. "He left his bouncers in charge." She was still following him on her hands and knees.

Great! Just what Marik needed was a steroid muscle bound guy throwing about his new appointed authority. He already hated working here, but the cash that he got at the end of the week paid his rent, his second job paid for everything else.

Marik slipped in behind the already crowded bar and started his work, his mind the whole time was on Ryou.

Without missing a beat or messing up orders that were now screamed at him from the drunks that were to interested in the girls poll dancing and stripping on stage to face him and tell him what they wanted. "I'm going for my break!" Marik called out as he threw down his towel, orders were still being called for him to fill. He couldn't give a fuck, his feet hurt and he reeked of the alcohol that had spilt while working, which happened often.

He passed the dance floor that was full of people dancing to the fast beat of music or should it be trying to have sex with clothes on and in public? Because that's all he saw when everyone crammed in on one spot and started the act of seducing each other, what was the point when there were women on stage, naked?

Marik pushed his way through wanting a little air when someone tapped him on the shoulder. Now Marik was used to the clients asking him for all kinds of things from private dancing to sex upstairs in the few rooms that were available to those who could afford it. Marik had so shamefully lowered himself for such a thing for the money to put food in his stomach and to get what he needed, all of them had been women and a few of the men wanted him to do them, that had been so long ago and he didn't need to do such things anymore. Marik had never taken anyone's offer no matter how much they were willing to buy him for, a place or position Marik would never find himself in again.

Marik turned to give them the brush off and his eyes met dark brown almost black that was hidden under a vale of white wild hair, staring at him. "Bakura?!" Marik backed up taking in his appearance, blood stained his hair and skin, no shirt on and his chest was lined with bruises and cuts, lose blue jeans that were torn up and bare foot, he looked like a ghost, he looked like he should be dead. "Where the hell have you been?!" Marik yelled at him over the music, shocked and worried at seeing his old partner again, Bakura turned without a word and started to walk back the way Marik had come.

No one seemed to notice him at all. "Bakura! I'm talking to…" Marik had grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him around, it had been the look that Bakura gave him that caused Marik's words to die in his throat and pull his hand back.

"Ryou." Bakura had whispered the word rang clearly in Marik's ears, the look was so haunting and Marik had never thought that he could have pulled off such a look; there were no words to describe it.

"Ryou's fine." Marik said as he took a step closer, not wanting Bakura to know just yet on where the boy was until he knew what had gone on between them. "What happened to you? What happened to him?" Bakura turned away from him and Marik went to follow, a group of people walked by blocking his way.

"Wait! Bakura!" Marik called out and once the group had passed the Dark Soul was gone. Marik searched the place and asked the girls if they had seen him, he came up with nothing.

TBC

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