Chapter 2

Several days later and Marik found his progress in research had gotten him nowhere, he felt bad that his goal was far from being accomplished. He had lost more and more sleep with each day and night that passed him. The less sleep he found himself with, the more frustrated he was at himself, as if he was at the brink of insanity. It had only been a year that Ryou had disappeared, but to Marik it felt like a millennium. "I don't know how much longer I can keep this up.." He shook his head as he laid on the floor in the corner. Ryou was the most precious thing the little bird ever had, losing him was to lose a part of his own soul.

Bakura watched Marik in his deep depression from the crack in the door. He knew it killed Marik on the inside to lose his dear Ryou. I did this for you. Bakura closed the door gently and sat on the other side of the door. My little bird, won't you see what I've done for you? He lingered on the floor for a moment more and then left the building. Marik awoke from his bed, he had fallen asleep again. Since he ran on so little, his body had developed to shutting off every now and again to refill what little stamina he had to function on. Though he didn't remember how he got onto his bed from the floor, he didn't want to question it. Knowing sitting around wouldn't help, he got up and went out for a walk to brainstorm alone. Alone. What a funny word he thought to himself and he knew well what it meant. Even when he was alone, he knew Bakura was always there in the shadows, giving him miserable comfort.

Marik stepped outside, it was pouring hard rain. He knew he should have brought an umbrella, but the depression told him otherwise that it didn't matter. He was wearing dark blue jeans, and a long black sleeved shirt, of course with some converse shoes. He looked up at the blurred and gray sky, soft drops of rain touched and ran down his face like the single stroke of a hand. He closed his eyes and let the rain comfort him, the rain felt warm and gave the same effect to himself. He stepped further out into the street and wandered for a destination.

A few blocks away, Bakura exited the cemetery with a medium sized bag. He was wearing a black buttoned up trench coat that stopped at his hips, slick black gloves, blue jeans, his usual white tea which was covered by the coat and some black shoes. He knew he had to do the right thing, even if it cost him the little happiness he had. He thought he'd be a bit more content with the plan he had manipulated, but it had seemed to make things worse.

On his way back to the apartment, he saw Marik across the street at the park. He was huddled under a tree shivering. My little bird found his way out and now he suffers in the cold with broken wings. He hurried over to the park and brought his umbrella over Marik's drenched body, letting the full force of the wind and rain hit him. Marik looked up, almost scared at first until he saw who the umbrella bearer was.

"Now your stalking me?" Marik turned his head to the other direction.

"Actually I was doing a bit of errand shopping." Bakura muttered. He shook his head, letting the rain fall from his hair.

"Oh? What's in that bag of yours?" Marik shifted his gaze to the bag Bakura had been holding.

"It's really none of your concern. I'm sure you'll find out soon enough anyway," He tightened his grip on the bag. "So what are you doing here in the middle of this storm? The weather channel said there's a chance of small flood in the street."

Marik frowned, still wondered what Bakura was up to. "Well thanks for the hourly check-up but I think I'll be fine, it's just water."

"People die from drowning all the time you know." He stated.

"You think I'll drown in 3-5 inch water?" His expression turned sour.

Bakura stood silent for a while, not sure if he was making matters better by annoying Marik furthermore. The storm had grown worse and the rain was pouring harder now. He was still holding the umbrella over the injured bird. He lifted Marik's hand and looked at him. Marik looked startled at first and gave him a questioning gaze as Bakura took his hand and opened his grasp then slipped the umbrella handle over his hand and closed the grasp. "I should get going, I'll be at the apartment if you ever need me." He started to walk away when he felted a tugging on his tench coat and low murmur. He turned partially to see Marik's other hand clutching his coat, his face looked so sad and beautiful at the same time. Bakura looked into the face he had fallen in love with and asked Marik to repeat what he had uttered in a low tone.

"I said..don't go." He looked distressed, he pulled at Bakura's coat again. "You can stay here you know, I mean it's not that bad outside."

"Well it is kinda nice out here.." Bakura managed to speak, he was surprised at the sudden change of Marik's mood. "Scoot over then," He gently nudged Marik to make him move over. They sat under the soaked tree, huddled under the small umbrella together, taking each others heat in the now hard and freezing rain.

After a while of listening to the soothing sounds of rain drops hit spring leaves and feeling the warmth Bakura had to give, Marik had fallen asleep in Bakura's arms. Do you still hate me, my little bird? Bakura held tightly to the warm being lying in his arms and rested his head against Marik's then started to drift into a content sleep.

Could it be? o:
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