Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Sing Down the Moon ❯ Sing Down the Moon 03 ( Chapter 3 )

A/N: ::sighs:: Well, here it is…the third installment of Sing Down the Moon. I hope you guys like this chapter…I sure don't. I hope you're not disappointed…I'll try to have a longer chapter next time. It just seemed like a good place to stop.

Again, thanks to all my wonderful reviewers. I appreciate all these reviews so much. ::cries:: It helps me to write, especially when I feel like all I can write is crap.

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Malik was stunned. Bakura had been living here? For how long and why? Bakura had said he was leaving for good. Didn't that mean out of the town? Maybe even out of Japan? Yes, Malik thought back to that day that seemed so long ago…

"Bakura, what are you doing here? Didn't Mariku tell you he was going out tonight?" Malik asked as he landed spread-eagle on his yami's bed, where Bakura was packing his things into a suitcase. "What are you doing?"

The white-haired boy forcefully shoved a shirt, which seemed to be the last item, into his suitcase and tugged hard at the zipper. "I broke up with Mariku."

"You what?!" The blonde exclaimed, hurriedly trying to push himself up. "Why?"

"We got into a fight. He didn't like it that I had to cancel plans with him so we started yelling at each other. Mariku was pretty mad and he told me to gather up my stuff and leave." Bakura inhaled deeply and sat next to Malik.

"You-you know how Mariku is. You know he doesn't really mean it when he says that stuff. I can't believe you're actually listening to him."

"It will be better this way¾ "

Malik interupted him. "How can you say this stuff? How can you tell me that it will be better? Damnit, Bakura, you're leaving! And this is supposed to be better?" He fell back onto the soft bed and curled up on his side, making sure that his back was to Bakura. He began again, softer this time. "It's not going to be better…because I won't be able to see you."

And a lone tear fell from his eye, slowly sliding across his nose and creating a wet spot on the comforter.

That had been a long time ago: nearly two years. Two long, lonely years. However, it didn't mean that Malik had stopped missing Bakura. In fact, he thought of him every day, wishing that he would come back.

So, why was it so hard? Why did Malik feel it was hard to talk to Bakura now? It was never a problem trying to speak with Bakura before. Malik wracked his brain for something -anything-to say. What, he thought, do you talk about to someone who you haven't seen in years? Maybe it was because in that time, Malik had changed immensely. He had changed, but what about Bakura?

Well, there's only one way to find out. Malik took a deep breath. "I've missed you, Bakura." It was said simply, but it the words had come straight from his heart. It was the truth: nothing more and nothing less.

"I've missed you, too," Bakura responded slowly, as if he were surprised.

In one movement that was as quick as lightning, Malik flung himself at the yami. He couldn't help himself. He knew he must have been grinning like a total idiot, but he couldn't help it. "I've missed you so much," he murmured against Bakura's hard chest. "When you left, everything fell apart. I felt like I had lost a part of myself. You were my best ¾only-friend. You were like a brother to me. No one cared about me like you did."

"Mariku did. Mariku cared about you."

"No! He didn't! He's never cared about me. I am his host and that is it. He has never felt anything more for me. He¾"

"Malik! I got the ice cream! I hope vanilla is okay with you!" Ryou called out happily as he entered the room carrying two small dishes of ice cream. His face fell immediately when he saw his yami and the boy he had admired for what seemed like forever in such a close embrace. "Uh…was I interrupting anything?"

Malik and Bakura broke apart rather quickly and both laughed nervously.

Ryou set the bowls down on the table, trying to act calmly and ignore what he had just seen and failing miserably. "If I were sure you two didn't know each other I would do introductions, but I have a feeling you're already quite acquanted." He said it in a way that made Bakura wince. His hikari had been so touchy lately. He wished he knew the reason for it…it might make his life a whole lot easier. Living with a grumpy Ryou was like living with a woman. Bakura never did understand females¾they were always emotionally troubled about something.

"Malik, do you want some chocolate syrup on our ice cream?" Ryou asked somewhat impatiently. When the blonde nodded and smiled, Ryou made sure to escape to the kitchen as quickly as possibe.

"What is wrong with me?" he voiced angriy. Silently, he wished someone were there to answer for him. When he had seen Bakura and Malik so close, Ryou couldn't hep the jeaousy that had coursed through his veins. He knew Malik didn't belong to him ¾and more than likely never would¾ but to see him with Bakura hit a nerve inside of him…

No, Ryou thought firmly. I deserve to be with Malik. I don't care how selfish it seems.

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After Ryou and Malik had eaten their ice cream in an uncomfortable silence ¾Bakura had politely excused himself from the room and left the two alone¾ Malik stood.

"I hate to say this," Malik announced with sincere regret, "but since I didn't tell anyone I was going to be at a friend's after school, I better head home."

"Yes, I understand. It's really okay." Ryou stood also and pushed in his chair. He couldn't say he was that disappointed to see Malik go, but he was disappointed that having his "idol" over hadn't been anything like he had hoped for. Ryou led Malik to the door, where they exchanged "good-byes" and "see you laters."

"Ja!" Malik shouted one last time and ran down the sidewalk in a hurry to get home.

As Ryou closed the door, a loud and drawn out sigh of relief fell from his lips. Now that Malik was gone he could finally interrogate Bakura. As he scrambled upstairs to Bakura's room, questions ran through his mind in an endless array. He wanted to know the answers to all of them as quickly as possible. He wanted to be able sate his curiousity and douse the flames of the uneasiness that filled him.

Without even as much as a knock, Ryou burst into Bakura's room. When he found himself staring into a pair of cocoa eyes, so like his own, he had second thoughts. Even though Ryou was close to Bakura, it seemed awkward to ask such questions. So as they stood there unmoving and silent, Ryou's mind began to wander once more. Wait a second. Malik was hugging Bakura and…I don't think I've ever seen Bakura so happy. Does that mean…Bakura and Malik are…lovers? I would have known for sure, right? I should know…but I don't…

He was scared by that proposition. He felt a sharp pang of jealousy hit him. However, it quickly turned to anger. I want Malik to be mine. I can't believe Bakura wouldn't have told me before…I tell him everything!

And in a flurry of whirling thoughts, Ryou lashed out. His open hand connected quarely with Bakura's cheek and the slap resounded off the walls of the quiet room. The spirit stumbled backwards and tripped over a chair that was behind him, caushing him to fall to the floor quite painfully.

Bakura hissed and brought a hand up to cup his injured cheek. He couldn't believe what had just happened. Ryou, his hikari of all people, had just slapped him! Something was definitely wrong…

His gaze fell on his lighter half and their eyes met for a moment. The room was silent, save for Ryou's harsh, shallow breathing. It was then that Ryou realized what he had just done and fled from the room completely mortified.

Why can't I do anything right for once?

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A/N: ::pulls out her hair:: This is horrible! I cannot believe I just did that. But anyway, I messed around with the spacing a bit so I hope it's better now. ^^

~StrawberryPocky <3