Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ How to Save a Life ❯ How It Is: Over ( Chapter 11 )

Malik awoke the next morning to an empty bed. Lavender eyes narrowed slightly, a dark hand coming to rest against his forehead as the young man slowly regained consciousness, the sleep gradually retreating from his hazy mind. He yawned, dragging a long arm across the length of the bed, feeling the cool rumpled sheets underneath his fingertips. Coming across an odd stain, his brows furrowed.

 

What...?

 

Bringing his hand close to his face, he sniffed the residue on his fingers cautiously before his eyes widened in recognition. Semen! How had he not noticed sooner? Furthermore, when... and who... how?

 

Last night?

 

He did not have to think long to recall the events of the previous evening. As soon as he saw the white undershirt haphazardly dangling off foot of the bed (that obviously did not belong to either himself or Garrett, considering its tiny size) everything clicked into place. Lavender eyes widened. Did he really...? With Ryou Bakura? Did it really, finally happen? After so long desiring to feel that baby-soft skin again, touch those rose petal lips with his own once more... did it he finally get his chance?

 

Judging by the state of the bed, Malik guessed so.

 

He grinned and sat up, pushing the sheets off of his body and hurriedly getting out of bed. He glanced around the room frantically, searching for any signs of the white-haired man. But no trace of Ryou remained in the room, other than the shirt forgotten on the bed.

 

Malik shrugged this off and hurriedly threw on a shirt and pair of boxers from his pajama drawer, eagerly calling out the name of his former-lover. (Could he once again call Ryou his lover? They had evidently made love, after all, so technically they were. Malik smiled at this pleasurable thought.)

 

“Ryou!” he called, exiting his bedroom, nearly tripping on a pair of trousers that rested outside the door.

 

He glanced down the hallway, quickening his pace and once more crying out the other man's name. Where could Ryou have gone? In the kitchen, perhaps. Ever since they were teenagers, the kitchen had always been Ryou's favorite room in the house - because, Malik recalled with a wry grin, Ryou loved food.

 

Doesn't show at all, he thought, licking his lips as his mind conjured the image of Ryou's delectable pale body.

 

Much to the Egyptian's chagrin, the kitchen was devoid of Ryou's presence, as was the dining room and the lavishly-decorated sitting room. As lavender eyes turned to the front door, he noticed Ryou's coat missing. But there was a note taped to the door that he had not noticed the previous evening.

 

A sudden knife of fear jabbed through his heart and he found his nerves jumping. A note taped to the door... that was ominously familiar to the blonde-haired male.

 

Last night...

 

As he approached the door, Malik was able to make out his name printed neatly across the top of the scrap of paper, written clearly in Ryou's unmistakable hand.

 

Ryou --

 

Things aren't working out.

 

-- Malik.

 

Was this his punishment? Was Ryou getting back at him for that?

 

... Last night... Ryou...

 

“Say you love me.”

 

“I love you... I love you -”

 

With a shaking hand, Malik snatched the note from the door, reading it over quickly with anxious lilac orbs.

 

“—oh, Goddamn, I LOVE YOU, RYOU!”

 

Malik -

 

Please don't think I'm doing this to spite you. I just couldn't bring myself to tell you to your face. I'm a coward, and you looked so beautiful when you're sleeping.

 

Last night meant more to me than you could ever imagine. I wasn't lying when I said I loved you... I do love you. I haven't ever stopped loving you, and I probably will continue to love you until I die. But we can't be together, and I realize it now.

 

You're engaged, Malik. You're engaged, and there things about me you don't know - things I could never tell you, because I'm a coward and I'm afraid that you'll hate me if you find out. I've done so many awful things, including what I did last night. It was beautiful, and I loved every moment of it... but it shouldn't have happened. I'm sorry.

 

I have a favor to ask you... If you really love me like you said, please forget last night ever happened. Forget about me and marry Garrett and have a happy life together. Its better that way, trust me.

 

I have to go now. Thank you for last night.

 

Don't try looking for me, please.

 

-- Love, Ryou.