Sorry, day late! I've been busy as hell this past week - volunteering at the Fringe all week. Then yesterday I started, but my mom was performing live on SL, and her mic is EXTREMELY sensitive and my typing's loud so...I wasn't allowed to finish.
Done now though! Next one should actually be up soon-ish, cuz I have an idea for it
Disclaimer: If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh, Marik and Bakura would probably be the main characters....And the main couple
The silence that followed was the most suffocating thing he had ever experienced. Every second that ticked by twisted the knot in his stomach tighter, head spinning as the fear sank deeper into his veins. As much as he tried, Bakura was unable to meet the other's eyes, fixing his gaze on the ground.
Finally he couldn't stand it anymore, hands curling into fists. "Well!?" The Moon snapped, jerking his head up to glare into the purple eyes of the Sun; the gaze was held for all of a second before Marik jerked his head down. An action that only further dug the knife into his heart. "Oh." Bakura whispered; the silence, the avoidance, was more then enough to give him his answer.
"Bakura..." Marik started, only to break off, uncertainty and guilt clear in his voice. It was that fact that forced Bakura to face the painful truth; no.
"I see." Letting the hurt seep from his voice to be replaced by icy cold, Bakura rounded his shoulders. "Fine. I should have...fine." Hands clenched so tight his nails drove ten crescent moon shaped marks into his palm, the Moon spun sharply on his heel, turning his back to the other.
A pained gasp came from behind him. "Bakura, wait-!" Marik began, voice desperate and panicked, but Bakura didn't wait for him to finish. Bitter and hurt he stormed off, ignoring the shouts of his name. When his ears detected the sound of feet hurrying after him, the albino did the first thing that came to mind; he vanished.
For most people, it would have taken an effort to do - for him all it took was the briefest of thoughts, and suddenly he was standing in the billowing winds of the arctic. This was the place he had chosen for several reasons; one, he was a being of the cold. Night and cold went hand in hand, so naturally Bakura was the most comfortable in the bitter chill. Secondly, the Sun loathed the cold. So, with any luck, it would be one of the last places to check.
Because at that moment, Bakura really, really needed to be alone. Allowing himself to sink into the knee deep snow, unharmed by the freezing icicles that clung to his body, the Moon curled his knees to his chest. That done, he allowed the first wretched sob to wrack through his form.
Marik didn't love him - them damn it, why the fuck hadn't this been brought up sooner!? Then again, it really wasn't much of a mystery as to why nothing had been mentioned before. After all, Bakura had made quite the effort to avoid the whole thing at all costs....because he had a feeling it was going to end like this.
Resting his chin on his knees the Moon gazed blankly into space, tears making their way steadily down his face; humourlessly he noted that he was one of four beings in the world who could cry in the freezing cold, and not have their tears turn to ice.
After all, the cold knew better then to do such a thing. If the Moon wanted to cry, he was going to fucking cry until he was good and ready to stop. Or until Marik found him, but with any luck, he had at least an hour before the blond found him. If he was even looking...that thought was like a slap in his face. Stomach wrenching uncomfortably Bakura clamped his eyes closed, trying hard to fight off the sudden nausea raising in his belly.
It was at that exact moment, it suddenly dawned on him that maybe Marik wouldn't come looking for him. After all, the Sun didn't love him, right? So why would he waste time searching for him? Suddenly it was incredibly hard to keep the bile down.
"Master Bakura...?" The hesitant yet deeply concerned broke through the silence, and Bakura's eyes snapped opened. Who..? Blinking the tears back he slowly tilted his head to the side, eyes locating and focusing on the form standing behind him.
Short brown hair fell loosely over similar coloured eyes; pale blues and whites decorated the female's form, billowing untamed in the harsh winds. Oh. Of course. Who else would be out here in the freezing cold!?
"Hello, Anzu." Bakura greeted politely, earning a nervous smile from the Winter; out of the four seasons, he was most acquainted with her. Which was to be expected, since they both shared the same love for the cold and snow. Once again silence fell over his head, but for some reason it didn't feel quite as heavy as it had before - Bakura didn't even bat an eye when a sign of movement announced Anzu had moved to sit beside him.
Though he could feel her curious gaze on him, Bakura wasn't worried about her questioning the tears staining his face. Like most other beings, the Winter knew her place; which was a good couple stories beneath the Moon. "Anzu..." The name was said almost as a sigh, startling both of them; Bakura hadn't even intended to speak, so it was just as surprising to him as it was to her.
"Y-yes Master B-Bakura?" She stammered in response, obviously having not expected him to address her. That made two of them. However, despite being just as taken aback as she was, Bakura didn't have any hesitations on what he said next.
"You've experienced unrequited love before, haven't you?" He murmured; the words drew a startled gasp from the season sitting beside him, and the Moon could feel shocked eyes gazing at the side of his head. Of course, they both already knew the answer - that conversation had been many years ago.
The Winter had been hopelessly in love with a certain lighthearted entity; however, due to her own insecurities and fear of said entities guardian, she had spoken her feelings to no one. It was by pure observation that Bakura had taken note of her feeling and, being the helpful and ever so caring Moon that he was, told her to stop being a moron and tell Yugi.
Needless to say, Anzu had freaked out before even saying 'hello'. However, simply because he felt like somewhat of a kindred spirit to her - relatively speaking - Bakura had chosen not to scorn her for it. Instead he had sat her down for an entity to season talk, which had probably been one of the most awkward talks he had ever had up until he and - don't think about him right now! - well...anyway's.
Ever since then, he and Anzu had been kind of sort of maybe friends. Much like Yami and Kaiba. Only without the occasional random desire to implant ones fist into a very annoying Mist's face. Hey, why the fuck didn't he do that instead of coming here? Punching someone would help relieve the tension, and especially someone who forgot his place so them damned ofte - Anzu was looking at him strangely now.
Shaking his head, Bakura realized he should really focus. Just throwing something like that and then not explaining it? Yeah, smart. Of course if he really wanted to he could get up and leave right now without ever explaining himself because, once again, he was the fucking Moon, but he kind of enjoyed her occasional company.
Releasing a heavy sigh the entity once again let his chin rest on his knees, arms curling around them protectively. "It's just....How did you cope with it?" A small pause, and then Anzu made a small sound of sad understanding.
"You and Master Marik are having problems, aren't you?" She murmured softly, and Bakura's eyes briefly flickered over to look at her before refocusing elsewhere. "Look, Master Bakura...I don't know what you want me to say. I know it hurts a lot, loving someone and knowing they don't return it. But...I guess just over time, it gets easier. Time heals all wounds, right? It never stops hurting, but it gets more bearable...le....oh."
Something about that last word caused an unpleasant churning in his stomach; as did the sudden wideness of the Winter's eyes, and the unnatural heat that suddenly began to wave through the area. "...Fuck." Was all Bakura managed to groan before burning hands gripped his arms and jerked him to his feet, spinning him on the spot so he was gazing deeply into dark purple eyes.
In that instant, the horrible realization of exactly what he had done sank into the Moon's mind. He had stormed out - on the fucking Sun. The same Sun known to light fire to people because they spoke a tick to loudly while he was sleeping, the same Sun who still tended to flip on him when they had a bad argument, the same Sun who had nearly mangled him a good billion times!
And now Bakura was face to face with a snarling, fuming, royally pissed off Marik. Upon reflection, maybe disappearing like that hadn't been such a good idea. One does not walk out on the Sun and get away with it.
There was a flare of heat and suddenly Bakura found the snow beneath his feet replaced by warm wood; oh, Marik had brought them 'home'. Lovely. "Marik, I-" Bakura began, desperate to try and do something before the blonde ripped his head off.
He never got the chance; instead he found all attempts to speak useless - after all, it's rather hard to speak when someone's kissing you with such desperation you might think they were under the impression you'd die if they stopped.
Okay, so maybe Marik wasn't as mad as he thought. Of course, the bruising grip on his arms was kind of contradictory to that statement....
Yes another cliffhanger kind of x: Also, Anzu is introduced! NO I WILL NOT BE BASHING HER ANYTIME SOON SO TO BAD -_- I don't /mind/ Anzu; I kind of like her, to be honest. She can be a bitch, but overall, she's an okay character =/
