Chapter 3

The rain had ceased and what was left in the aftermath was soaked with cold rain water, yet the sun still remained behind the gray clouds. Marik was the first to wake from the warm nap. He opened his eyes and looked up at Bakura, his eyes were closed but his lips were spread into a small smile. He laid there for a moment, thinking whether it felt right or not. He thought he hated Bakura, but the person he was so closely cuddled up to emitted a sweet feeling to Marik, as if hate didn't exist anymore. He glanced over at the bag next to Bakura, he wondered if he should reach for it to see the contents that lay inside. Before he could think of even moving his arm, Bakura stirred and slowly opened his eyes, the smile disappearing as he stared down at Marik. Although the smile had faded, Marik could see the expression before him was not of disappointment but of curiosity.

"Comfy?" Bakura asked calmly, though a bit of pleasure escaped his tongue.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that." Marik trailed off, staring deeply into the inquiring eyes staring back. "Why are you giving me that look, is there a bug on my face or something?"

Bakura stared at Marik a moment longer before speaking, "No, not a bug. I'm just..surprised."

"About?" He stretched the word out, waiting for the answer.

"You're still in my arms."

Marik looked where he was and remembered. He moved out of Bakura's lap and sat up beside him. "Well...I-" He tried to think of an excuse, there was none and if there were, he knew it would not be believed anyway. "Well I don't know, you're just comfy is all," His face turned red.

Bakura smirked at Marik's frustration, "You don't need to fret about it, I was only playing."

"I know." He turned his gaze to look at their whereabouts and stared at the gloomy gray sky.

"Marik," Bakura started, then held his tongue.

"What?"

"Do you still hate me?" The words escaped him and bit the air around them.

Marik turned his gaze back to Bakura, he was speechless. His eyes focused on the figure next to him, who was facing the other way and looking at the muddy ground. "Why did you take him away?"

"I told you-"

"No, not that bullshit story. I want to know why. The real reason, Bakura."

"You really want to know?"

"Please." Marik's voice filled with resentment.

"I did it for you."

"...What?"

"It was so I could be with you. I watched from his eyes and saw you, the only thing that made me want to live again.."

"Bakura..I-"

"To be with you, to get out of that prison. I envied him. Everyday he had the luxury to be happy with you while I watched, tortured by the sight," He took a deep breath and faced himself towards Marik, staring into his confused eyes. "Then one day, I got out. I turned the tables on him. He's not dead, he's here." He pointed to his heart. "But if only you could see...see how happy I was inside to see you in person. Though I had to act like him for a while until I slipped up and you saw me as the monster I really am." He clutched his head in his hands. "I'm sorry Marik." He shook his head in his trembling hands.

Bakura's hands were taken from him and into the hands of warmth. He looked up at the serious face Marik wore, it pierced his heart and made it race. He was afraid of what would be said next.

"Bakura," Marik gripped tighter to the hands he held. "I don't hate you.." He pulled Bakura closer to him and into his arms. He hugged Bakura close to him, Bakura could hear Marik's soft heart-beat dance within his chest. Bakura burrowed his face into Marik's chest as he was held in a warm embrace.

"You still love Ryou though instead of me, don't you?" The unstable voice asked.

"I've forgiven this, but I don't know if I'll ever forget what you did." Marik's voice trailed blankly, yet it still felt comforting. He looked down and stroked Bakura's wet hair as he spoke, "But I do know I want to be with you and only you."

"I'm yours and only yours." He brought himself closer to Marik, he clutched the warmth's head and kissed his lips with all the passion he had for this man. In the exchangement, he received a kiss filled with something he had never felt in return, love.

After several moments of gentle kisses, they stopped to breath once more. Marik noticed the bag next to Bakura, "So what were you doing with that bag?"

Dazed from the romance, Bakura took a moment to regain his senses. His expression was serious again as he spoke, "I was going to bring Ryou back to you. To not bother you anymore and let you be happy with your previous lover."

Marik studied the bag, "You were going to do that for me?"

"As I've said earlier, I did everything I could for you." His voice was calm.

"But, I am happy already." Marik smiled and brought Bakura into his arms again. "I'm happy with you."

"And I you."

And that's the end of the story, I decided to keep it short and sweet instead of long and boring .
Any way, comment on what you think! Thanks for reading the short story of: Tearing at his Soul! :3