Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Internal Scars ❯ To Tie Up The Ends ( Chapter 2 )

Author: Whoa! I'm on a real writing spree here! It's my drawing that has been slacked off lately…no inspiration. I'm still pissed at the teeny weeny amount of space I have in my gallery now on mediaminer. Damn…and all I have are cruddy pictures up, I need to draw more or I ain't gonna make anymore money,

Bakura: Please please please drawing inspiration, come back.

Author: But at least I'm writing again, that's a good thing.

Bakura: Damn T_T

Author: Quiet you! You should be honoured that you're my main character.

Bakura: I wish that you'd write a fanfic starring Malik instead…

Author: I thought you LIKED pain!

Bakura: To a certain extent.

Malik: Well I would like to star in one of her stories.

Bakura: PLEASE take my role!

Author: Awwww Malik baby actually likes my stories *glomps Malik*

Malik: *likes all the attention he's getting*

Bakura: He's going to be so sorry he said that ><

Anyways, heading onto chapter two, I hope this writing spree of mine keeps up. Out of all the writing I've done the only fics I've ever finished is one shots of Pokémon!!! ><;;; and that was only ONE fic!

Wow I'm such a moron.

*cough cough* Okok…on with the story before I die of an ulcer or my inspiration dies of one or something…

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Ryou ate quietly with Bakura at a fast food restaurant. His yami seemed to be apologetic as to what happened in the morning because he wouldn't let go of his left hand, keeping their fingers entwined across the table. Even when Ryou finished Bakura wouldn't let him leave to throw the hamburger wrapping out, stubbornly clinging on the boy's hand and not letting go. So Ryou sat quietly, the silent moments that passed seemed to get more and more uneasy.

Finally Bakura gave a loud sigh, took a deep breath and said, "I really love you Ryou, I adore you."

Ryou could have been killed right there and then and he wouldn't care, what he heard made his heart double his speed and he could feel the heat rising rapidly into his neck and cheeks. It was a moment to remember. Bakura rarely said those words to him and when he did, it was in the privacy of their room under the blankets, whispered out quickly before a passionate kiss. But the words were said, rolling out of the thief's lips and boldly left in the air for Ryou to absorb. The only logical ting that Ryou could think of saying back was, "I love you too."

Bakura smiled gently and bringing Ryou's hand up to his lips he kissed each knuckle gently.

This caused a few people to stop and stare, maybe even glare; but at the moment, neither of them noticed, lost in their own little globe.

"I would never try to hurt you intentionally Ryou."

"I know…but-"

"I know what I did to you in the past was horrible and you don't know how happy I am that you forgave me and actually returned my feelings," Bakura gently nipped at Ryou's fingertips.

The soft haired hikari was mesmerized by Bakura's mouth, watching it move over his fingers and the tingly sensation every time it slid over a fingertip. "The feelings were mutual Bakura," Ryou was beginning to concentrate on keeping his breathing normal; Bakura was NEVER this bold in public before, "I'm just happy to hear you say them for yourself."

Bakura stood up and gently pulled Ryou up after him, "Come darling, let's leave." With his free hand he tossed the wrappers into the garbage then he very openly placed his arms around the smaller boy's waist and led him out of the restaurant.

Ryou's heart was turned to mush at Bakura's charming actions. Why he was doing them he didn't know, but all he knew is that Bakura really loved him, and is not trying to hide anything from him without a good reason. "I've been selfish," Ryou thought, "I always knew he was uneasy about exposing himself but I kept on trying to force his reasons out of him. He'll tell me one day, I know it."

Upon leaving, they bumped into Yami, who was just stepping into the fast food restaurant. Ryou instantly stopped in the doorway to say hello, "Hi Yami! Never thought I'd see you come to a place like this!"

The young pharaoh smiled at Ryou, completely ignoring Bakura, "Yugi is always telling me how great the hamburger tastes, so I decided that I should come and try out one of the things."

Ryou laughed light heartedly, "Well I hope you enjoy them," feeling Bakura tug on his arm slightly he took it as a cue to leave, "I'll see you later ok? Tell Yugi to give me a call or something."

"Will do," they went their separate ways.

Yami ordered the hamburger Yugi always got and sat down alone, looking out the window as he watched Bakura lead his blushing, giggling hikari down the street, arm in arm. He couldn't see how someone as sweet as Ryou could go out with someone as dark as his yami, the two and two just didn't seem to fit. He felt jealousy, he knew it, and what was disturbing was, that he wasn't jealous of Bakura, he was jealous of Ryou. It was disturbing him for a few weeks now. Whenever he sees those two together, he wants to hit Ryou for being with his wild haired yami. Such thoughts made Yami ashamed of himself; Ryou was so kind and gentle towards him and tries really hard to be his friend. Meanwhile, Bakura does the exact opposite. The pharaoh was frustrated, how comes he has mixed emotions then? He dislikes the one who is friendly to him and is attracted to the one who wants him dead. He should hate Bakura and he knows it. Bakura is a thief and a stealer of souls. That male takes pleasure in seeing others in pain; this he knew, especially all the times he used to abuse Ryou. So why in hell is he feeling attracted to him? Yami blocked out those thoughts, shoving the hamburger down as quickly as he could, trying to concentrate on the burger more than these thoughts which are beginning to haunt him more and more frequently.

Bakura was seething inside; just seeing that man's face ruined the rest of his day, despite Ryou's bright smiles. He knew he couldn't stop Ryou from befriending Yami, he just hates looking at them being friendly towards each other.

His arm unconsciously tightened around Ryou's waist, "Where shall we go now?"

Ryou seemed to be still lost in his happy bubble from what happened earlier, "H-huh? Where? Ummm…." He began to think of somewhere appropriate to go to, then flushed, "Well…it sounds a bit cheesy…but do you want to come to my secret spot? I go there to think and no one else knows where it is. Oh it's such a cheesy idea…I-" his words ended when Bakura smothered his lips with a kiss. The little white haired boy was bright pink by the time they pulled away; once again Bakura surprised him. His yami NEVER kissed him in public.

There were a few observers, dismissing them as being, "European, they are all intimate like that…"

Ryou giggled, a newfound energy surging through him as he pulled Bakura's arm, "Come on! I'll show you!"

Malik was placing dishes away in his cupboard, finding calmness in his silent cleaning when his yami strolled in, a bottle of beer in his hand, "Cleaning fetish of yours taking over again?"

Malik let out a loud sigh of exasperation, "For the last time I clean because it's calming and it's nice to not have a mess unlike you," he noticed the bottle, "Don't tell me you managed to unlock the liquor cupboard!"

Marik stared at the bottle in his hand, "No I got it from the corner store."

"How?"

The wild haired youth reached behind his back to display his Millenium Rod, "This."

The other Egyptian promptly snatched the item from him, "Dear Ra Marik! I told you time and again to not fool with it anymore, especially when you stole it from my room!"

Marik coughed, "Technically it's mine as well you know. You are beginning to sound like that bloody Pharaoh, hanging around him all the time." He took another swig from the bottle.

"I don't sound like Yami for Ra's sake! Why must you always get in my way?! Fuck off!"

Malik's yami pretended to be offended, backing off, "Looks like someone is in a shitty mood today, what climbed up your ass?"

Malik ignored his other and finished putting the dishes away before stalking to the couch and throwing himself on it, finding interest with watching blankly at a crack in the wall.

Marik followed his hikari and sat down beside him, finishing the rest of his beer in silence. After a couple of moments he said, "You can't hide it from me for too long you know, hikari."

The young Egyptian sighed again, giving up and placed his head on his yami's shoulder for comfort, "It's Bakura."

Malik's other seemed amused by this, "Bakura? You actually notice what goes on in his life? I thought hanging out with Yugi and his little gang keeps you too occupied."

Malik sounded offended as his replied, "Of course I notice him! He's my best friend for Ra's sake!"

"Sure have a funny way of expressing it," his yami drawled.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean," Marik tossed his empty bottle into the garbage, listening to it shatter as it hit the bottom before responding, "that Bakura thinks that you don't like him anymore, especially the only thing you ever say to him is `hi'."

Malik looked down at his feet, "I-I didn't mean to… of course I care about him…I…"

"You love him, don't you?"

"Do you have to be so direct about it?" Malik flushed in embarrassment, "I do…and I haven't been able to let him go either. After I found out he cared for Ryou, I knew I couldn't push it. Can't you see? I can't look at him in the eye anymore, that's why I avoided him."

Marik rubbed his hikari's back in comfort, "Alright, now I understand; but how come you hid it all from me?"

"Because you would probably laugh."

"What the hell is that?" Marik leaned forward towards Malik, "I may be a complete psycho sometimes, but you're still my hikari. I may have laughed at you in the past, but I wouldn't do such a thing anymore. I really care about you."

Malik's breathing became heavy, trying to calm himself down from bursting into tears, "I guess I should've believed Bakura when he said that you've changed; I was just a little too jealous to admit that he's been hanging with you more than me."

The wild haired yami burst into a small bark of laughter, "Hikari, the only reason why is because you have been neglecting him. Anyways, now that it's been all solved, back onto the main topic; what about Bakura?"

Happy to know that Bakura didn't hate him and that his yami was actually a caring person, Malik answered, "Haven't you noticed his behavior lately? Around Yami I mean, it's almost as if he's paranoid of him."

Marik nodded, "I noticed that for a long time now. I knew that Bakura hated the guy, but ever since I told him that the pharaoh's memory is coming back, he's been acting as if he's scared instead."

"It's subtle, but I have seen it as well…and I don't know why he's so scared. Do you know?"

His other shook his head, "I may be a yami, but I was created when you were 10. That was barely 5000 years ago. Whatever must've happened took place in ancient Egypt I presume." Marik lifted his hikari's face up to meet his eyes, "How about you ask him? You ARE still his closest friend. He won't tell me, but I think he'll trust you more. You two were pretty close before…you entrusted him with the secret of the carvings on your back, I'm sure he'll trust you with whatever secret he has."

Malik tried to lower his eyes again, "But Bakura…is different with these sort of situations."

"No he isn't. Not if you are his closest friend. Ask him, it'll maybe do him a bit better to tell."

"He probably told Ryou already…" Malik sounded mournful as he said this.

"He hasn't. He told me he hasn't told anyone. Please Malik, give it a try; it'll make me feel a lot better to him let it out and you a bit happier."

Malik was touched, "Alright…I'll give it a try then." He stood up.

Marik stared questionably at his other, "You're going now?"

"Better now than later," Malik left.

Marik watched the door as it closed, and continued to stare at it for awhile after, "Yes, it would make me feel a lot better to see you happier…"

Bakura was tugging undergrowth from his hair as Ryou dragged him under many canopied bushes, "I can't believe they have a forest like this in the middle of a city!" He grumbled to himself.

"Sorry," he heard Ryou say sheepishly as he continued to lead his other through the dense undergrowth, "It IS a private place after all, no on else knows of this place at all; I just happened to be at the right place at the right time." He suddenly stood up; disappearing from Bakura's sight and only the view on his behind remained.

Grinning, Bakura ducked his head and still bent over, charged the last few steps and butted Ryou out from the opening and tumbled out after him.

"Bakura!" Ryou rolled to save himself from being squashed by his yami, "You nearly killed me!"

As Bakura turned to make a smart remark he froze, his mouth frozen midway. Somehow in the middle of all the dense and crowded bushes and small trees he fought through was a small bubble of space of which he stood in. Other than the hasty doorway that they made themselves as they tunneled through, the whole place was sealed up by the surrounding thick leaves and braced by branches. "Holy shit…how in hell did this happen?"

Ryou sat down on the ground, soft from fallen leaves, "I don't know really…I just fell off a tree in the forest one day and I thought I was doomed because the bushes were just underneath me, but then I fell through into this dome," he picked at the leaves playfully, "Maybe there was something here before that prevented growth or something."

Bakura sat down beside Ryou and gathered the boy into his arms, "Such a peaceful place, no wonder you're such a happy kid," he stroked his hikari's hair lovingly, "You know…no one would be hearing you scream in here…"

Ryou gazed up into his lover's eyes, "H-h-huh?"

Bakura flipped Ryou quickly on his back and tore at his shirt, "I mean, think about it. It's secluded and private and cozy, doesn't that make you think of something?" Diving down he took the smaller boy into a deep kiss, finally getting his shirt open.

Understanding what Bakura meant, Ryou kissed his yami back, his hands exploring his other's body tenderly as they made love in the secluded spot of the forest.

Malik sat there at Ryou's doorstep, waiting for the two white-haired boys to come home. She sun was halfway down towards the horizon when the two finally came into view, the hair tangled with branches, their clothes bedraggled and both looking a mess. "Look what the cat dragged in," Malik teased and poked Ryou as he came near.

Ryou squeaked, "Malik! Why would you come here?"

"Just for a visit. I haven't talked to you guys in a while and I thought maybe I could stop by, but looks like you guys had some other plans." He smirked at Bakura, who glared back.

"Well….I…um…" Ryou flushed and tried to change the subject, "Well, how about you come in for awhile? Stay for dinner?"

Malik shrugged, "Why not? I've got nothing better to do with my life." He followed the two into the house.

"I'm going to use the shower first," Ryou announced.

"I'll go with you," Bakura began to follow but Ryou pushed him back.

"Not today, I plan in cleaning up quickly," Ryou's comment made Malik laugh, "Besides, I have to make dinner for the guest. So you'll just have to wait awhile."

Bakura furrowed his brow in frustration, "Fine!"

Ryou giggled and ran up the stairs, "Lighten up Bakura! You can talk to Malik! I'm sure you two have stuff to catch up on."

"You go ahead Ryou," Malik called after him, "I'll entertain Bakura down here. Besides, I want to speak with him about something anyways."

As soon as Ryou left Bakura sat down on the couch in a huff and Malik sat across from him, "What made you come here anyways? Not like you ever talk to me anymore."

Malik appeared hurt, "I-I'm sorry Bakura…really…it's just…I don't have much time."

"Yea, hanging out with the Pharaoh's friends."

The young Egyptian looked down, as if ashamed, "I know I haven't been spending much time with you Bakura. I'm sorry, really I am. That's why I came over, to catch up…"

"Magically?" Bakura knew he was being rude, but Malik HAS been ignoring him for awhile now, and he deserved a little attitude. "Suddenly, after ignoring me for a few months you suddenly want to talk to me again? Did Yugi's friends ditch you?"

Malik's head snapped up to face him, his eyes wide, "No! It's nothing like that Bakura! I just needed to get better acquainted with them! And you got Ryou! That's why I didn't want to interfere because you two were always together! And I…"

"You suck at lying…"

"I…" Malik's eyes suddenly teared up and he turned away.

Bakura knew he has gone too far, he really didn't mean to upset his best friend that much. He sighed, "Ok ok…sorry, I was getting carried away there, but I was pissed at you for ignoring me."

Malik sniffed, "I know…that's why I came, to apologize, and hoping that we would catch up on the old times and all…and…Marik was getting worried about you and so was I."

"Huh?" the pale youth became confused, "Worried? About what?"

The tanned boy wiped his eyes and moving to sit beside Bakura he continued, "Your behaviour lately, don't think I haven't noticed."

"Huh?" was the only response again. Bakura gave Malik an awkward hug to calm him down, feeling really uncomfortable with the boy suddenly breaking down on him and all, "I'm fine, really. What makes you think that I'm having problems anyway?"

Malik faced Bakura after staring at his hands for awhile, "It's…." He trailed off and twiddled his thumbs again.

Bakura sighed, "Hello Malik! I'm your best friend! You can tell me anything and I'll answer."

"Yami…"

"What?"

Malik cleared his throat, "It's you and Yami. I know you hate him, a lot too. But how come…lately, you seem to be on edge."

Bakura gritted his teeth and for a moment Malik thought he would burst, "He's getting his memory back…"

"And…"

"That's a bad thing."

Malik was confused, and it bugged him a bit because he was one of the people who helped with his memory, "But…why would it involve you that much? Sure…your village…and all…but…"

Bakura sighed and put his head in his hands, "There was more to that than just the basic shit. Oh yea, I was involved in a whole lot more that just the normal crap that everyone knows about."

"Is it…that…bad?" Malik was beginning to feel bad to helping Yami get his memory back.

"It's not your fault, you didn't know." Bakura patted the Egyptian's back, sensing the other's discomfort.

Malik planned his next words carefully, "Can you…please tell me about it? I just want to help you through it…that's all. If you don't want to tell…"

Bakura considered this carefully, "I know I've shared everything with you Malik, but…" he thought it over, "I don't know how people will think of me."

"You know very well I won't think any more different than I think of you now. You KNOW that Bakura!"

Sighing in defeat, "You can't breathe a word of this to any soul, not even to Ryou."

"Why not him though?"

"Because," Bakura faced Malik again to show that he's serious, "it's just not a good time right now; plus I've been meaning to forget about it."

Malik nodded, "I swear to Ra with every scar I have on my back that I won't betray your trust."

The white haired yami leaned back, satisfied with the response, "Alright…well…let me start at the beginning then…"

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Author: Well I think that's enough for now… Heh…cheese was good in this chapter…if Bakura was such mushy little sweetheart…but I guess I needed some way to tie up the loose ends.

Malik: Ok…so now I'm a character…why am I so uke and mushy?

Author: Cause I like it! Besides, you ARE mushy!

Malik: Am not!

Author: Whatever….yea…I was too lazy to do a lemon scene this time so next time…ehehehehe… ><;;;;

Bakura: It's the only thing I like!

Author: *sigh* Please R&R! Constructive criticism welcomed and flames for Bakura to cook his meat before he eats it!

Bakura: But I like my meat raw!