Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Half Full or Half Empty? ❯ Good Things Take Time ( Chapter 30 )

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Good Things Take Time
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It was late in the morning when Shika woke up. She was lying in her bed, bored. She was feeling kind of down at the moment; her life had hit rock bottom. If it weren't for Ryou or Bakura, she felt her life was pointless. She had a bad heart; her dad was a murderer, who was now six feet under; Mai was dead; school was hell, and Ryou was found to be prone to severe anxiety attacks. There was only about seven months to go, too, until Ryou and Bakura returned to the United Kingdom. The thought of that didn't really ease Shika's perception much, either.

The violet-haired girl sighed and went into the kitchen where Afet was sorting through some mail. She went and sat down by her mother up at the kitchen table. "What's up, Mom?"

Afet didn't respond right away, but instead ripped open an envelope, read quickly over it and went bug-eyed. "Oh no! No, no, no, no, no!"

Shika raised an eyebrow. "Mom?"

"Shika… this letter is from the landlord." Afet said lowly. "They're giving us two weeks' notice…"

Shika looked bewildered. "For what?!"

"To move out!" Afet cried. "What are we going to do?!"

"Give me that." Shika said sternly, snatching the letter from her mother and reading it over. "What bullshit! We've lived here for five years and haven't done a damn thing to deserve this!"

"We're going to have to move out…" Afet sighed, rubbing her temples. "This is the last thing we need. We can't afford a new house!"

"…I know someone who can." Shika said, a sly idea popping into her head.

"And who might that be?" Afet asked skeptically.

"Paul."

"Shika!"

"What?! You're damn well dating him, Mom. And he's a doctor for Ra's sake! He can afford it!" Shika cried.

Afet narrowed her eyes at her daughter. "That would be our absolute last resort, Shika."

"Well unless you can come up with a better plan, I don't see why not."

"Don't be so arrogant, Shika." Afet said. "We can't take advantage of Paul's money just because he can afford more than we can."

Just then, Ryou and Bakura came through the door with a ton of shopping bags in their arms. Afet had sent them off earlier in the morning to run some errands and pick up a few things at the grocery store. Ryou's eyes shined brightly, but soon dulled upon seeing the blue expressions upon Shika and Afet's faces. He put down the shopping bags and approached them.

"Is everything alright? I didn't forget something, did I?" Ryou asked as he looked down the grocery list that Afet had given him.

"No, no, Ryou. It's not that." Afet reassured. "It's just that… well; we're going to have to find a new home - within the next two weeks."

Ryou and Bakura's mouths dropped open. "What?!"

~*~

Shika's POV…

The shock of it all wore off after a while, but we were still devastated about what to do. I just hoped my mother wouldn't get any ideas about moving back to Turkey. There was no way in hell I would move back to that hot, barren country infested with disease and poverty, and crammed with millions and millions of people. Japan was a much nicer place to live; my life was here, and I couldn't just drop everything and go. Too many people I love were here, and I wouldn't leave them for any high price.

Ryou and Bakura were packing away the groceries into the cupboards when I was feeding Harry. Mom had left and gone to see if she could compromise with our landlord about the whole moving out issue. I hoped they could agree on letting us stay here; this house had been my home for too long, and I would miss it a lot if we had to leave.

The phone then rang from the coffee table in the lounge. I quickly closed the terrarium and went to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Shika…"

"Malik?" Bakura jerked his head up from the kitchen and frowned at me. "What's up?"

"Um well I was wondering if we could meet up. I want to talk to you about something… just you, nobody else." He replied.

"Sure… What's on your mind?" I asked, trying my best to be understanding.

There was silence for a moment. "I'll talk to you about it when I see you. Come over as soon as you can, okay?"

"Alright then, Malik. I'll be over soon." I replied, feeling more than confused.

"Awesome. See ya soon."

I hung the phone back up on the hook and sat down on the couch, confused as hell. I wondered what Malik would want to see me about; and alone too… I sighed and went to get changed. Bakura followed me into my bedroom and leant up against the doorframe. I took out my favourite black Korn tank top from my drawer and put it on. Bakura smirked in watching me undress.

"What are you going to see that punk for?" He asked.

I shrugged. "I have no idea. It sounded kind of important… I won't be long though, I promise."

"You better not be." He said in his dark, sinister voice as he closed the door and approached me.

I backed up a little and bumped into my dresser. I should have known by now that I was a completely vulnerable target for Bakura while I was on my own - especially if I was partially naked. It wasn't anywhere near as frightening as it had first been when I began to date Bakura though; he had scared me to death with his sexual tactics initially. But now… it almost turned me on. He looked incredibly seductive and tempting when he moved toward me in an almost feline type of way, and I found myself unable to resist.

"You're not in any hurry, are you…?" Bakura whispered as he placed his hands onto the warm flesh of my hips.

"Not… really," I replied. "But now isn't exactly the best time, Bakura…"

"And why not?" He purred as he brushed my hair aside and nuzzled my neck.

I breathed in a quick, jagged breath as I felt his lips connect with the flushed skin on my neck, and suddenly the butterflies in my stomach went wild. I was beginning to feel lightheaded as the familiar feeling of syrupy romance began to spark within me. Bakura's feathery light touches began to wander down from my neck to my waist where he tugged at the hem of my tank top that I had not long ago put on.

Gently he removed all my clothing and his own until we were standing blissfully naked opposite each other. He licked his lips hungrily and moved me onto the bed and pressed down on top of me, settling between my parted legs. His hard erection poked the inside of my thigh, making me squirm.

"Mmm… you're so beautiful Shika…" He whispered huskily as he fondled my breasts with utmost tenderness.

"Only because you make me feel beautiful…" I replied.

He stared down into my eyes as if they were open doors, and kissed me roughly. My eyes watered as I felt his fangs prick into the delicate flesh of my lips and draw blood. He licked the blood off of my bottom lip and kissed me quickly again, indicating he didn't mean to be so forceful. I noticed his eyes were already glowing deathly scarlet in colour; a signal he was more than ready to make feral love.

I ran my fingers through his metallic white hair and pulled him down into another bruising kiss while my other hand snaked down and began to pump his length. He moaned deeply and slipped a finger inside of me, causing me to whimper at the delightful ache that was so welcomingly familiar. Bakura added a second finger and started to rub my clitoris with his thumb.

I began to moan increasingly louder at the euphoria-like realm that Bakura and I were residing in. He withdrew his fingers from me and smoothly eased the tip of his erection into me and thrust right the way in. I screamed both in pain and in pleasure but was quickly drowned out as Bakura invaded my mouth once again with his tongue.

Hands of rapture embraced us both as we felt the first waves of pleasure overcome us in an all-too-familiar way. Bakura's thrusting was causing me to cramp up in signal that I was about to explode with fulfillment. The way that Bakura's hair began to rise higher toward the ceiling and how his fangs were fully bared indicated he was near his peak too. He began to speed up in attempt to intensify the ecstasy as much as possible before the final blow, and cried out before biting hard down on my shoulder as he came.

I screamed piercingly as I came with him and also because of feeling of all four of his fangs sinking deep into the delicate flesh around my collarbone. My eyes watered rapidly with the pain that began to surface.

"I'm sorry…" Bakura mumbled.

"It's no matter… I love you."

"And I love you." He replied and withdrew from me.

I sat up and noticed blood was trickling down out of the four bite marks on my shoulder swiftly. I lay my head back down on the pillow and applied pressure to the bite marks with my fingertips and closed my eyes. Bakura lifted his head up and kissed me so lightly it sent shivers all over my skin.

All of his weight suddenly lifted off of me, causing me to open my eyes. I found him levitating a few inches above me, now in his spirit form. The transparent aura that surrounded him was enchanting in a ghostly type of way. He leant down and brushed the delicate scar on my cheek beneath my eye; the touch felt tingly and cold.

"I had a scar just like this, back in my day." He whispered. "Only it wasn't directly beneath my eye… and it had two other smaller scars running through it horizontally."

"So I heard." I replied.

"Who told you?" He asked, looking puzzled.

"Ryou." I said. "He's told me a lot about you. You must have led an extraordinary life… How did it happen?"

"What? How did I get the scar, you mean?"

"Yeah,"

His chocolate eyes cast downward, as if remembering all that had happened. "It happened not long after the incident at Kuru Eruna…"

**F*L*A*S*H*B*A*C*K** Bakura's POV…

I was hiding in the shade of a palm tree next to a small desert oasis a few miles north of Kuru Eruna. I was the only one that had escaped the murderous killing spree two nights prior and I'll be damned if I get caught and slaughtered like the others. I might only be eight, but I sure had my wits about me. My father took no mercy in raising my sister and I; he taught us how to steal, break into places, the human pressure points, and, most importantly, how to go days without food. That happened naturally of course - we weren't the most noble of families in Egypt. But what do you expect when you live in one of the only villages occupied entirely of thieves? Extreme poverty, of course.

I saw my whole family killed right before my eyes. If Aloli hadn't run out from our hiding spot then she'd be alive too… But she was only running to try and save our mother. Our father was the second killed; of course he didn't go down without a fight, though. He choked one of the swordsmen to death before his own life was claimed. In seeing this horrifying murder, Aloli ran out screaming in terror and sorrow for the loss of our parents and was murdered along with them.

I cupped my hands over my mouth to stop the shrill scream escaping my mouth and fought back the tears as hard as I could. I quickly waited for the guards to pass before I did a runner. There was no way I could go back to say goodbye one last time to my family without being also killed.

I ran for two days on end, not knowing where I was going, or if I was going to make it that far. I had absolutely no resources with me (save for a few quid of silver), and the extreme heat of the day was overbearing, along with the bitingly cold desert nights after sundown. I was delirious, hungry, and had a fever. Maybe being killed instantly was better than slowly reaching your end and letting the desert claim your life. My face was stinging like no other, too.

In the beginning of the massacre, the swordsmen had set fire to the village huts to get everyone outside, making them easier targets. Our house was set aflame and it burnt down quickly, taking all of our possessions in the fire. Our father led us out of the house and down a back alley, but to no avail - there were palace thugs in every corner of the village. That is where my mother, father and Aloli were killed - in the alleyway. Aloli and I ran as far as we could, but she went back from them. Had I gone too, I would have ended up just like them…

In running out of the burning village, a tree that had caught fire fell down right before me. One of the branches snapped off and flung up and burnt my face. It barely missed my eye, but it burnt through the delicate flesh of my skin quite deeply, causing me to shriek in agony. I covered my wound with one hand and continued to run until I could run no more. That is how I ended up here - in this lonely, near-dry desert oasis.

The morning sun stirred me from my sleep. I thanked Ra that I had lived another day and said my morning prayers before making my way to the edge of the oasis to have a drink and clean my face. I decided that staying out in the desert would only lead to my death - I had to find food and proper shelter as soon as I could, but there was no way I could return to Kuru Eruna, or even Memphis. In fact, being as far away from either of those places where nobody would know me sounded like the best plan.

Slowly I summoned my strength and began the long hike through the desert, back eastward toward the Nile. If anything, I'd make it to a small town like Ashmūn or Minūf and be able to stop for a while to get my strength up. I wasn't sure how much I'd be able to afford with the little silver and lapis lazuli I had in my possession, but all I knew is that I needed food and medicine, and possibly a one-way ticket to as far away as possible.

*E*N*D* *F*L*A*S*H*B*A*C*K*

I could hardly find the right words to say. To have gone through something as traumatizing as that at such a young age must have forever scarred Bakura's memory. "But… you're alright now?"

"Yes, of course. I haven't got the scar anymore, do I?" he asked, smirking.

I rolled my eyes. "I guess you can thank Ryou for that. But I have to go anyway; Malik's probably getting pissed off."

"Alright, take care."

I slipped my long black coat on over my shoulders. "I will."

~*~

I arrived at Malik's house about twenty minutes later from walking. I had to walk briskly due to the cool nipping autumn breeze trying to reach through to my bones. I quickly brushed my fingers through my hair before pressing the doorbell. Almost immediately Rishid came rushing to the door looking exhausted.

I thought I knew why too, and if what I was thinking was true, it was quite heartwarming, if not a little wrong to some people at the same time. I had heard through the grapevine that Isis had fallen pregnant to someone but I wasn't sure to whom or whether it was true.

"Hi Rishid, how's it going?"

"A little tiring to say the least," He near panted with a weary smile.

I smiled. "Isis giving you trouble?"

"You have no idea what it's like to live with a pregnant woman." He said. "I suppose you're looking for Malik?"

"Yeah, is he in?"

Rishid nodded. "He's been locked in his bedroom getting ready for you all morning. Come in and take a seat, I'll go and fetch him."

As soon as I stepped inside, a sandy-coloured American Pitbull puppy with a black nose and amber-coloured eyes came rushing at me wagging her tail tremendously. Her name was Sahar*, and she just about gave herself a hernia every time a visitor came to the house. She wasn't so small now though, but she wasn't fully grown yet either. I took a seat on the couch and she jumped up on me wanting nothing but cuddles.

"Sahar, get off of her!" Malik shrieked as he came downstairs. Sahar immediately jumped off of me and went and jumped up on Malik's leg instead. He shunted her off and smiled at me.

"Are you heading to a cocktail party?" I asked, looking him up and down. He was clad in tight black leather trousers and a slightly transparent white silk shirt with all of his gold jewellery on. He looked incredibly done up, and I instantly recognized mild aftershave he was wearing.

"What? Isn't a guy allowed to look nice when he's got visitors?"

I stood up. "I suppose. But from memory you only wore that aftershave when I was coming over."

He went quiet and scratched the back of his head. "I guess you got me there…"

"I WANT SOME WATERMELON RA DAMMIT!!"

I jumped in a split second of fright from the loud voice booming down the stairs. I switched my gaze to Malik and he rubbed his temples in frustration. I giggled.

"Let's get outa here… Isis is driving everyone mad." Malik muttered quietly as he ushered me out the door.

We walked outside to where his motorbike was parked and got on. I put on the helmet he handed to me and wrapped myself up tighter. I was shivering inside my coat, even though I had about four layers on plus a scarf. I didn't even know where we were going or why I was here, so I decided to speak up.

"Uh, where are we going?"

"Well, hot chocolate sounds good right about now, don't you think?" Malik suggested, starting up the engine.

I put my arms around his waist. "You got that right."

Riding briskly into the city centre of Domino, we arrived at a small coffee house that was hugely popular, and it wasn't Starbucks either. Malik held the door open for me as I rushed in and pulled the hood on my jacket off of my head. We sat down on a set of loungers around a small glass and marble coffee table and made our orders.

"So… talk to me, then." I said, looking directly into Malik's heliotrope eyes.

"Alright… firstly, I don't want you to think I'm trying to suck up to you here, I'm simply apologizing. I'm probably going to sound like I'm talking to a priest here but anyway…"

I smiled. He still had his sense of humour even throughout our times of distress together. I let him continue.

"I want to say sorry for the way I've been acting since you started to date Ryou and Bakura. I guess I was just jealous, you know? I had no right to try and snatch you off of them…" He sipped quietly on his mocha and watched me for a reaction.

"I'm glad you've finally confessed you were wrong," I said. "Ryou and Bakura never meant any harm… and they certainly weren't out to get you."

"I know," Malik said. "I acted like a total, jealous, rampant idiot, and I'm sorry. I was kinda… you know… wondering if I could make it up to you…?"

I creased my brow a little. Malik sure must feel bad about this; when we were together he would never lift a finger to help anyone. "What do you want out of this?"

"Our friendship." He stated. "I miss you Shika, even if it just means being strictly your friend from now on. It sucks - I've been living in this sort of… depression, since we broke up. Just knowing that you're there for me, even as a friend… would mean so much."

I sighed. "Malik… if you want to become friends with me again, then that would mean you'd have to at least tolerate Ryou and Bakura to some degree, too."

"I know," He said. "That's what I want, though. I want to be able to get along with them. I feel like the odd one out, you know? Even Marik gets along with them. I'm the only one out of all of us that's… you know what I mean."

I nodded. "I guess you have a point… but we weren't trying to exclude you. You could have asked me about this a long time ago, Malik."

"I guess I was scared…" He sighed. "Bakura scares the crap out of me, to be honest. He gave me a bloody nose and I bet that's only the start of what he's capable of. He's so damned protective of you… I don't think he could forgive me so easily."

"He'll listen to me if I talk to him about it. Ryou - no problem. He wants to be your friend, I think." I laughed a little.

Malik laughed too, and finished down his mocha. "Well… if you could talk to them about this and tell me about it at school sometime then I'd be grateful. I really want this to work out, Shika, so things can go back to the way they were."

We stood up and put our coats back on. "They will, Malik. Even if it doesn't happen right away, it will happen eventually."

He nodded. "Yeah."

The ride back was brief, and as I was wrapped around Malik's back, memories came back from a long time ago. It all felt so familiar, but it had died long ago, and my time with Ryou and Bakura had only just begun.

We pulled up outside my place and I hopped off, handing him back my helmet. We stood in awkward silence for a moment before Malik broke the ice.

"I guess I'll be hearing from you, then."

I nodded. "Yeah… and just remember - good things take time, right?"

"That's true."

"Alright… goodbye, Malik."

"Goodbye and thanks."

I smiled. "No problem."

With that said, he revved the engine and rode off down the street back toward his house. I sighed and went up to the house, preparing myself for the arguments that were yet to come.

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*= My friend has got an American Pitbull bitch called Sahar, and she's GORGEOUS. My boyfriend and I are getting one (a puppy though) when we move out of home soon ^^

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