Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Promiscuous Love ❯ Overwhelming Emotions ( Chapter 5 )

Author's Notes: Eepit! Sorry about not posting to this in awhile. I was introducing my Yami into Yu Yu Hakusho and Christmas was a big disaster time for me though she picked me up like she always does. I also have classes back in order so that is a `jolly good time'—the schedule is awesome in I get a four day weekend but still—it's classes…ugh…

 

Anyways, here's the next chapter to this story.

 

 

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Malik fidgeted a bit with the silk covers trying to stop the same scene from replaying within his mind over and over again. Everyday those images haunted him and he made attempts to get rid of them by relying heavily upon drugs and being with many different partners praying the sexual highs would black out his mind even if for awhile. Though neither really did any good, Malik continued to head in that direction praying eventually the images would leave him.

 

Mokuba was still waiting for his answer on why Malik was so bad off. Leaning forward just a bit to eye the nervous Egyptian, he cocked his thin, coal brow at Malik, “Malik? Are you okay?”

 

“Y—Yeah…,” Malik stuttered softly before rolling his fingers through his messy, dusty blond hair. “To make a long story short and to answer your question…Isis died…not too long ago.”

 

“Died—how?” Mokuba pried, jolting back from the impact of that answer.

 

“Car accident,” Malik answered quickly, looking off to the side a moment. “We got into a car accident and though they managed to pull me from the car, they couldn't get Isis out in time and it—exploded.” Having to think of that time once more made Malik squint at his body having to remember the sudden intense flames that engulfed the car and Isis' form as his was pulled from the burning vehicle. Shaking his head a moment, he cupped his hands about his eyes to stop the images from coming at him and to prevent Mokuba from seeing his breaking expression.

 

Before Mokuba could reach over to make sure he was okay, the door eventually opened catching both of their attention. Seeing that it was just the fair skinned Ryou, Mokuba relaxed though felt the need to excuse himself so that he could go check on Seto after the fight the two had going on downstairs.

 

Watching the youngest Kaiba exit the room leaving the two alone, Ryou looked over at Malik who knew he was in for it. “Come on, Malik, we're going home,” Ryou sighed forlornly at the look of his roommate. Pulling the covers off of his body, Ryou reached for Malik's hand to help him to his feet. “I finally got Seto to get us a ride home so you won't have to walk all the way there. And good thing too because you don't look too well,” Ryou sighed, placing the back of his hand to Malik's forehead to feel how warm he was. “And you don't feel it either.”

 

“Ryou…something happened today,” Malik breathed softly, eyeing Ryou wearily.

 

“You'll have to tell me when we get home,” the boy insisted helping Malik out of the room and down the steps so they could leave Kaiba's Mansion.

 

 

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Ryou had to make Seto suck it up that Malik couldn't make it to work for awhile. Even if he was a soft spoken person, he didn't want to back down and make Malik get worse. Not wanting to leave his roommate alone, Ryou called in to work to let them know he would be held up for awhile since he couldn't let Malik stay home alone. Besides, in all honesty concerning what had been said and done, he didn't trust Malik at home alone anymore.

 

Fixing the items on the tray just right, Ryou headed down the hallway to Malik's bedroom. Sticking his foot in the crack of the door, he managed to open it up and get into the dark bedroom that he illuminated with a flip of the light switch. “Wake up, Malik,” Ryou insisted softly as he came over to his bedside trying to avoid the mess on the Egyptian teen's floor. “I have brought you something to eat.”

 

Groaning at the sound of someone entering his room and the added piercing light that soon followed, Malik hid under the covers a bit more not wishing to move since he was exhausted. “Ryou,” his muffled groan remarked from under the covers, “it's way too early to eat!”

 

“Malik, it is a little after ten in the morning,” Ryou sighed hoping he would eat unlike what he had been doing which was skipping out on meals. “I think it is more than an appropriate time to eat breakfast.”

 

Finding that it would be pointless to try and sleep now without at least satisfying Ryou's want for him to eat, Malik threw the covers off of his body in an irritated manner before forcing himself to sit upright.

 

Placing the tray over Malik's lap, Ryou stayed in the chair that he had next to the Egyptian's bedside watching from where he sat attentively.

 

Eyeing Ryou and the way he was eyeing his breakfast and every move he made towards the orange juice and grits and toast, he couldn't help but cock a brow at his friend, “Is there—a problem?”

 

“Malik, I am not stupid,” Ryou confessed quietly so only they could hear. “I know what you will do if I leave this room and I won't let you do it. Now eat, please.”

Like any person who didn't want to be force-fed and didn't want to intake the food just the same, Malik would either hide it till he got the chance to throw it out or flush it down the toilet and claim he had eaten it. Ryou had eventually caught onto his tricks and he wasn't going to stand for it much longer especially with that scare he got today with Malik's dangerous actions. “Ra, I feel like I am in prison,” the former tomb keeper complained grabbing the spoon to toss about his grits.

 

“There was something you wanted to tell me yesterday, so tell me,” Ryou insisted since Malik was obviously uncomfortable with just the silence between the two. When they got home yesterday, Malik was still under the weather and so Ryou just escorted Malik to his bedroom and watched over him till he finally woke in the middle of the night. He knew there was something Malik was worried about and it just now hit him. “What was it that had you so concerned yesterday?”

 

Remembering what he was going to tell Ryou, he put down the spoon a moment that he was using to stir his breakfast with a saddened sigh. “Ryou—it happened again. Yesterday…he tried to surface and I had to fight to keep him at bay. I think I won but I am not too sure since I blacked out from the affects of—.”

 

“Affects of what?” Ryou pried, lifting his silver brows at him when Malik's voice trailed off. “Malik, what did you take that got your body so shaky and in such a mess?”

 

Malik avoided his roommate's expression knowing he was accusing him with it and at that very moment he thought he had the energy to just get up and run from that house until his fatigue came back over him.

 

“Malik, stop treating me like I am a fool! I know what you are doing,” Ryou demanded, standing up from where he once sat as he placed his hands upon the comforter of the bed. “I know what you have been doing out there. As much as I wish I could baby-sit you all the time, I cannot because one of us has to pay for this house, and I know you too well and know what you have been doing behind my back no less.”

 

Looking back at Ryou's determined russet eyes, he frowned for a moment at his friend's choice of words. “If you know, then why are you badgering me to tell you?”

 

Knowing it wasn't going anywhere, Ryou ran his fingers through his wild white hair releasing a frustrated sigh. Cupping his hands before his mouth as if he were praying, he swallowed any words that would surface and anger Malik as they normally did. “Malik,” Ryou began as subtle as could be, “if you do not watch yourself, Mariku is going to come back out and you will be in BIG trouble as will everyone else.”

 

Turning his attention back at his breakfast, he was suddenly not feeling very hungry as usual though he picked up a bit of grits on the spoon regardless to take a bit in continuing to listen to Ryou though he made attempts to act as though he couldn't care less.

 

“I understand Mariku has threatened to come back after Isis' death but you have to understand that he's feeding off of your negative emotions and if you don't straighten up, he will take over,” Ryou remarked as stern but none threatening as possible.

 

Taking the orange juice and holding it with both hands, Malik looked off to the side a moment not wishing to look Ryou in the face. Downing what he could of the morning drink, he put it back on the tray. “I am full.”

 

“Don't be that way,” Ryou begged knowing he was doing this out of spite.

 

“Ryou,” Malik began rather angrily before mellowing down a little bit, “I am not hungry and I want to be alone…okay?”

 

Taking the tray for a moment, he stood to his feet knowing if he stayed against Malik's will, things would get troublesome and Malik would lash out at his friend and things would be said and done that would hurt one or the other. Heading to the door, he nodded before stepping into the doorway to look back at his hurting friend. “Alright, I will put this in the refrigerator just in case you change your mind. If you want to eat anything else, I can make it for you and I will be just down the hall in the living room if you need me.”

 

All the Egyptian could see fit to do was wave Ryou away since he wasn't in the mood at the moment to converse with anyone.

 

Closing the door behind him when balancing the tray he had in one hand, Ryou could only look down at the barely touched breakfast before him as he headed back to the kitchen to put it away. After doing so, he walked back to the living room to turn on the TV for a moment but he kept the volume on low just in case something was to go on with Malik. Resting his entire body on the sofa, he crossed his arms while attempting to watch whatever he turned on but had a hard time concentrating on it thanks to the problems swarming Malik.

If he would just come out and talk to somebody, Mariku's existence wouldn't be an issue, Ryou thought with a heavy sigh through his nostrils. Knowing there was no easy way to talk to Malik about it, Ryou stayed planted on the sofa letting the former tomb keeper cool off till Ryou could dare to confront him again.

 

 

 

Malik stayed in his bedroom for awhile, leaning on the windowsill to stare up at the night's full moon as the wind caught his dusty blond hair. Looking through his flowing bangs, he narrowed his eyes a moment in thought. Is she really up there watching me? It would be nice to believe that she is…I wonder if it's better up there…

 

The phone soon ringing caught his attention and prompted him to shift over to his nightstand where his cordless phone was. Pushing off of the windowsill and heading over to the other side of his bed, he looked at the caller ID to see that it was Yugi. About to grab the phone, Malik suddenly went against it and withdrew his hand from the ringing phone. Ryou didn't hear it for he passed out on the sofa after awhile of boredom so the phone continued to ring until the answering machine got it. Looking back at the window before him, Malik sighed before heading back towards it to heft himself out his only exit.

 

Moaning from his nap, Ryou eventually came to his senses when he heard Yugi's tone over the answering machine. Massaging in between his eyes, he made the room focus before turning off the TV to listen to the machine where Yugi's voice was coming from. I fell asleep…? Was all he could seem to think at the moment.

 

“—I haven't seen you all day,” Yugi's voice remarked almost sadly on the answering machine that was resting near Ryou's head. “Where are you?”

 

Reaching over his head, Ryou grabbed the phone to interrupt Yugi and turn off the recording of Yugi's message. “Hello, Yugi?”

 

“Ryou?” Yugi asked, sounding a bit surprised since he figured he would be at work still concerning the hour. “How are you?”

 

“Malik is here, I am just baby-sitting him at the moment since he went through a hard time at Kaiba Corp yesterday and his darkness—nearly overcame him,” Ryou explained wearily concerning the nap he just woke from.

 

“Is he okay now?” Yugi pried with a perturbing tone.

 

“I dunno, I think so. I accidentally fell asleep while watching him,” Ryou explained hefting himself off of the sofa with the cordless he held to his ear. “I can go get him if you want but whether or not he will want to speak is beyond me.”

 

“Thank you,” was all the little Yugi could say at the moment.

 

Walking to the back room on the left, Ryou knocked on it first before opening it just a bit to peer into the dark room. “Malik,” Ryou called pressing the phone to his chest so whatever would be said between the two roommates would stay there. Feeling a cold chill in the room, Ryou opened the door further to see that the window was wide open and the bedcovers tossed about to indicate that nobody was clearly there. “Malik—?!” Hurrying over to the opened window, Ryou cursed at himself realizing that Malik escaped while he was sleeping. “Yugi, Malik left and I know where he went so I have to run and fetch him.”

 

“What—why—what's going on?!” Yugi asked wondering what was wrong since he didn't like the fear in Ryou's voice.

 

“I can't talk about it now, I will have to call you back, bye,” Ryou insisted, hanging up on Yugi before hurrying out into the hallway. Dropping the phone on his way to grab his jacket that could weather the cold outside, he threw open the door to hunt down Malik.

 

 

 

Ryou hurried down to the docks once he took the bus halfway there. Malik always went there as if to stare back in the direction of home which was Egypt. He was forced to stay with somebody in America after the accident there when Isis and Malik came to visit and he was known to stand upon the docks to think to himself or talk aloud to Isis.

 

Running towards Malik which he could just see at the end of the pier, Ryou finally got there breathlessly and scared half to death. “Malik, what are you doing out here?” Ryou demanded to know before placing his hands on his thighs to catch his breath a moment.

 

Malik stood there letting the wild sea wind caress his tangled mess of hair before turning to look out at the endless ocean. Shaking his head a moment, he embraced his torso standing there as his plaguing memories continued to attack him more forcefully than before. “I can't take this anymore. It's driving me crazy, all of it!”

 

From the sound in Malik's voice, Ryou could tell he was rattled and it started to worry him and tug at his heart. “Don't talk like that,” Ryou begged reaching for Malik's wrist. “Come here and I will take you home—.”

 

“No!” Malik growled stepping back, closer to the end of the pier.

 

“Malik, get away from the edge,” Ryou ordered softly still reaching out for his partner.

 

Malik continued to shake his wild hair to indicate a `no' threatening to jump off into the cold water if Ryou continued to come closer. “You don't know what it's like,” Malik growled, pointing angrily at his roommate. “You don't know what it's like to watch the one person you care for to be there for you one day and disappear the next!”

 

Blink softly and trying to think of what to say to that since it drudged up unpleasant memories for himself, Ryou sucked in his lower lip before looking to Malik to face him down and get him out of this decision he had made. “You don't know much about me, Malik,” Ryou assured him before placing his hands in his pockets to warm them a moment. “I had a mother and a little sister and you want to know why I never spoke of them or wrote either one since they live in England? It's because they are dead, Malik.”

 

The answer seemed to explode right into Malik's face as well as kick him in the stomach. He never really stopped to get to know Ryou even if he was best friends with him and visited him whenever Malik stopped by America to see everyone when he was able. Looking at the water beneath him and then to Ryou, he still threatened to jump over if his friend wasn't careful with his next batch of remarks to him.

 

“They died in a car accident just like the same thing that happened to Isis, Malik,” Ryou continued, walking slowly towards Malik knowing if he came any faster it would startle the young man. It felt as though he was trying to ease a wild stallion that threatened to buck any minute.

 

“That doesn't change anything!” Malik ended up shouting over the crashing waves, his expression breaking into a sobbing anger. “I watched my sister die and you hardly saw your family so how close could you possibly be with them?!”

 

His words cut like a knife for Ryou since it was mostly true. “I wrote to them frequently so I had about the same relationship you did with your sister. But to know my mother and sister died without my being there to be by their side killed me further…”

 

“What are you saying? That watching Isis die was a blessing for me?” Malik asked sounding a bit offended in that assumption.

 

“I am not saying it's easier either way,” Ryou clarified coming closer to the edgy Ishtar to where he was finally face to face with Malik. Trying to look into his mauve eyes, Ryou eventually got his friend to do so by gently pressing his hand to his ivory cheek. “Malik, I am sorry for what you lost but killing yourself won't make things better for you…or for anyone else for that matter.”

 

“Anyone else?” Malik reiterated with a morbid sob filled laugh since he was now crying over the feelings that were invoked in him. “Who else would care if I did anything?”

 

“What about Yugi and Atemu?” Ryou asked before cantering his head to the side a moment, “What about me?”

 

Hearing him say that made Malik hitch in breath a moment starting to rethink his decision a moment. A part of him wishing to jump and another pleading with him not too though the dark voice was banging in his head to go ahead and do it. Flinching a moment at the conflict inside of him, he grabbed onto his hair on both sides of his skull, releasing a muffled scream into his clothed biceps.

 

Ryou watched as Malik made his way down to the wooded berth beneath them to collapse on his knees a moment. Kneeling down next to him shortly after, he helped Malik stand back to his feet as he furrowed his brow in worry at the stage Malik was in.

 

“It's just not fair,” Malik eventually sobbed out.

 

“I know it's not,” Ryou whispered keeping a firm embrace upon Malik's back so he could guide him back home. “Come on, let's get you back in bed. It's been a long night for you already and I worry for you…” Walking slowly down the creaking planks beneath them, Ryou helped his distraught partner back to their house they shared even if the walk was hard for Malik to endure.