Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Liberi Fatali ❯ Rose ( Chapter 2 )

Liberi Fatali
by Fat Cat Buyo (/Lionheart)

Disclaimer: In no way do I own Yugiouu or any of the characters. I don’t own Egypt or even any of the songs that I randomly insert into this story. Oh yeah, and I stole the title from Final Fantasy VIII. Got any problems? Please contact me and I shall try to change them as soon as possible.

Note: Ugh. This chapter... I just kinda blanked on it... because the action-y stuff basically begins in the next chapter, which should be a lot of fun! Please read, and if you like where it was going with chapter one, please stick around x.x

*~* Chapter Two *~*

When Bakura entered the kitchen, he came face-to-face with Isis, Malik’s older sister. She smiled pleasantly at him and pushed him aside.

“Hey! Watch where you shove, wench.” He growled. He heard the soft sounds of her feet padding across the dirt floor stop and his heart froze. “Oh shit.” He whispered under his breath, before ducking. Right where his head had been earlier, was a knife, with Isis’s hand holding onto it. Bakura stared up at her, wide-eyed, from his spot on the ground.

“You must be... Bakura.” She spoke, in clear Japanese, placing her hands (knife attached) on her hips.

“Uh...” He babbled, trying to find words. “Yeah... yeah, that’s me.” Shaking his head, he pushed himself up and scurried toward the opposite end of the kitchen.

“Call me a wench again,” She started, her eyes holding what could be personified as dancing fire, “And you won’t be so lucky....” Placing the knife back into the holder on the wall, she dusted her hands off and placed a pot of something on the stove.

“Yes’m.” Bakura muttered under his breath, taking a seat by the counter.

“So, how far have you gone with my brother?” She asked, bluntly, not even looking over at the albino.

“Far?” Bakura’s eyes narrowed as he tried to piece together the question. Finally, it dawned on him. “Far?! I’m only here on... business.”

“Business. Of course. How silly of me.” She turned and smiled at him before leaving the kitchen once more. The albino spirit was beginning to feel a tad restless and wanted to do some exploring or something of the like. His eyes wandered toward the window with a view of nothing but the desert wasteland. He watched the purpled sky as the sun set on the horizon, boredly, before standing up.

Just as he was walking outside, he ran into Malik. A very shirtless Malik. The Egyptian was muttering something under his breath and scratching the back of his head, therefore not really knowing where he was headed and ran into Bakura, falling backwards, with the albino crashing on top of him.

“Feisty now, are we?” Malik asked, grinning coyly from beneath Bakura. The albino in question tried to scramble up, but only succeeded in crashing down on top of Malik once more, this time with his chest pressed between Malik’s spread legs. The Egyptian could only cover up a gasp and giggle, while a very flustered Bakura picked himself up and stormed away to Ra knows where.

About an hour of so later, Bakura finally reappeared, just in time for dinner. Malik was humming happily and sucking on a slice of watermelon while Isis cut the fruits. The only things that they were eating were fruits, breads and cheeses, which made Bakura cringe.

“Do you guys have any... meat?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. Isis shot him a glare and pulled an animal hide out of a drawer. Unwrapping it, she pulled out a few pieces of dried and salted meat and placed it on Bakura’s plate, along with a few bananas, a papaya and a grapefruit.

Malik was happily biting into his watermelon piece, some of the juice dribbling down his chin. As Bakura passed him with his plate, he used his hand to wipe away the juice. Malik’s eyes widened as he did this, but Bakura didn’t pause, only sat down at the table and stuck two fingers in his mouth, tasting the watermelon, as well as Malik’s own taste, which was like desert flowers and a mixture of Egyptian spices. After he sucked his fingers clean and Malik seated himself at the table, he realized what he had done.

“......”

*~*

After dinner, Malik headed straight for his bedroom, leaving Bakura with Isis, who glared at him and demanded that he helped with the dishes.

‘I really think she doesn’t like me.’ He said, his facial expression as neutral as ever. When he finished with that, he made his way toward Malik’s bedroom. It was getting relatively colder, he noticed, as he pushed back the curtain that acted as a door between the hallway and Malik’s bedroom. His eyes widened as he entered the room.

Malik was standing near the open window, gazing up at the stars. He was completely shirtless and for pants, he wore a very tight pair of jeans with the legs cut off all the way to the top of his thighs, leaving nothing for the imagination. The cold breeze rustled his hair and he smiled contentedly, much like a child.

Bakura cleared his throat, trying to pry his eyes away from Malik’s backside, and Malik could only laugh. “What are you wearing to sleep?” He asked, eying Bakura’s choice in clothing.

Bakura shrugged casually and walked over to his duffel bags before zipping them open to paw through them. The Egyptian boy walked over to his dresser and began searching through it. Pulling out a knee length pair of silk pants, he tossed them on Bakura’s head, smiling innocently.

“Those should work. Jeans aren’t really comfortable for sleeping in.” He said, before sitting down on the bed. Out of the corner of Bakura’s eye, he couldn’t help but oogle at the expanse of tanned flesh that was just... sitting there, begging to be touched. Unbuttoning his pants, he was about to pull them down when one thought struck him.

‘Aw shit, I’m not wearing any underwear.’ Bakura mentally slapped himself for his stupidity. Since Malik was apparently a mind reader, he began lauding and laid down in his bed.

“We’re both guys, you know.”’ He said, shaking his head. Quickly, Bakura pulled off his jeans and pulled on the silk ones. Sitting down on the bed while pulling off his shirt, he noticed that Malik was staring.

“Like what you see?” Bakura asked, emotionlessly, as he laid down as well. Malik smirked.

“Never seen someone as pale as you before.” Malik whispered, snuggling closer to Bakura because of the smallness of the bed. Bakura grunted and stayed stationary, even if he was practically falling off of the bed. When Malik was finally asleep, he draped an arm around the Egyptian’s waist and pulled him closer.

‘I’m becoming soft already.’ He thought, shaking his head before drifting off.

*~*

Wow, I really, really don’t like this chapter. I have big plans for upcoming events, as well as some yaoi, when that comes along! I like character development, and usually I don’t try to rush a relationship unless... I just want to? XD

Anyway, if you like the BakuraxMalik pairing, then check out my other fanfic, Colour Me Blood Red, which is included in that one >.> *almost done with the lemon*

x.x Please don’t kill me for this chapter! There’s a lot of interesting stuff coming up soon!!

Love,

A very distressed Buyo