Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Troubles of Love ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Troubles of Love

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Chapter 2

Bakura sighed and drunkenly downed another bottle of beer as he sat in the bar and thought about Malik. `I don't understand,' he thought, `why should I care this much whether or not he's okay?' He glared at the empty bottle in his hands before grabbing someone else's and drinking it down in a few gulps. He frowned as thoughts of both Malik and Ryou plagued his mind. Why couldn't he get those two out of his head?

"Bakura?" A voice questioned behind him, "Is that you?"

Bakura turned around to see none other than Marik standing there, staring at him questionably. `Oh boy,' Bakura thought with a mental eye roll, `just what I need, another sexy Egyptian to plague my dreams.'

Yep, you guessed it; Bakura was also attracted to Marik. He loved the other yami's evil tendencies and similarities towards Bakura. Bakura would have probably screwed around with him, but for some reason, Bakura didn't feel like going behind Malik's back and fucking someone else. Marik probably wouldn't even go with Bakura; the other was so distant and rarely showed any emotion.

"Who does it look like moron?" Bakura replied back, "The tooth fairy?" `Smooth one Bakura…' he thought sarcastically to himself,

"Ha ha, funny," Marik spat out at him, "What are you doing here anyways?"

"Getting away from Malik," he answered, then mentally slapped himself. `Why did I answer him?'

Marik raised an eyebrow, silently demanding an explanation. Bakura just sighed, swallowed another gulp of his beer, and confessed his problems to Marik.

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Malik slowly opened his eyes, trying to remember where he was at that exact moment, when he heard a yelp and a loud crash coming from the kitchen. Startled, Malik ran into the kitchen, only to find Ryou glaring at a frying pan with his finger in his mouth. Ryou stopped his glaring when heard Malik giggle from the doorway.

"Have a fight with the frying pan and lose?" Questioned Malik who was still snickering quietly.

"Oh hush," Ryou blushed, "I burnt myself while trying to make you something to eat for lunch."

"Aww, how sweet!" Malik cooed, "Ryou was going to cook me a meal!"

Ryou just glared at him as Malik started to chuckle once again. Malik couldn't help himself; it was comical to think of Ryou, who was an excellent cook and a master in the kitchen, burning himself while trying to make a simple meal. Then, he pictured Ryou glaring at the pan as if it was the pans fault Ryou had burnt himself.

"I don't see what's so funny here, I'm injured!" Ryou pouted while holding up the finger he burnt.

Malik giggled a little more before beckoning Ryou to follow him into the bathroom. There, he pulled out a first aid kit and asked Ryou to show him his injured finger. He spread some burn salve on it, and bandaged it up carefully. Ryou blinked at him, and Malik was surprised to find that he had been staring into Ryou's soft brown eyes. Wait a minute, when did he start fantasizing about Ryou?

"Wow, when did you become such a medical expert?" Ryou asked curiously.

"I don't know," Malik shrugged, "I guess I've always been good at first aid."

Ryou nodded before heading back into the kitchen to attempt to make Malik another meal. Malik shook his head while smiling, and followed Ryou into the other room.

"So," Ryou asked as he was making grilled cheese sandwiches, "are you going to tell me what's bothering you?"

Malik looked away from him as Ryou set the finished lunch in front of him.

"I, really don't feel like talking about it…" he admitted as he nibbled his sandwich, "It's complicated…"

"Malik," Ryou sat down across from him, "I'm sure talking about it will make you feel a little better, it isn't healthy to keep your feelings bottled up inside." Ryou gave

him a sad smile, "Trust me, I know."

Malik shook his head, "I-I can't, I'm, I'm just so confused! I'm not used to having feelings like this!"

"Feelings like what?" Ryou asked, wanting to know what was causing his secret crush so much pain. It hurt to see one of the most insane and happy people he knew all of a sudden become sad and depressed. "Please Malik, I want to help!"

"You don't understand!" Malik shouted, his eyes tearing up, "You can't help me! I don't think anybody can!" Ryou just stared at him, hurt shining in his emotion filled eyes.

Malik immediately felt guilty. "Look Ryou, I'm sorry for snapping at you, but, you have to understand that I myself am confused at what's wrong with me."

"I understand Malik," Ryou said quietly, "Does Bakura know anything about it?"

Malik snorted, "Of course he doesn't, at least I don't think so." He got a confused look from Ryou. Malik tried to explain what he meant, "I mean, I think he knows something is wrong, but he doesn't know exactly what that thing is." Ryou nodded in understanding.

"I take it you don't want me to tell him?" asked Ryou.

"No! Please don't tell him!" pleaded Malik, worry now showing in his eyes. "He absolutely can not know!"

"Alright, I won't tell him anything," Ryou smiled, "But please Malik, I don't like seeing you like this, if you don't want to tell me what's wrong, then at least go and tell someone else."

"It's not you Ryou, I just can't explain what's happening." Malik sighed and rested his head on his arms.

Ryou shrugged and started up another topic of conversation, trying to get Malik to forget about his problems and relax.

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"-And I've fallen in l-love with three people and, and, I-I'm so confused!" Hiccupped a drunk Bakura as he sobbed onto a wide-eyed Marik. "I mean, I'm n-not even s-supposed to know how to l-love! So why do I c-care so much about y-you Malik and Ryou?" Bakura mumbled a bit more before suddenly passing out on Marik, who was shocked into silence.

"…I think, that I should take you home now." Muttered Marik.

He picked up the unconscious white haired tomb robber, threw him over his shoulder and headed towards Malik and Bakura's apartment. He had a lot to think about on the walk there. Bakura had actually said that he could love, and that he loved three people, him included! Of course Marik was attracted to Bakura, who couldn't like the sadistic tomb robber? And Marik cared for Malik too; Malik was his light so there was always some sort of attraction going on between the two. And Ryou? Well, he supposed he did care for Ryou; he looked just like Bakura, but was a more innocent and pure version. He continued pondering on the new turn of events as he slowly walked to the apartment building.

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Ryou and Malik both talked for hours about the little things that have been going on for the past few months when Ryou embarrassedly admitted he was hungry. The two boys had been so busy conversing with each other that they didn't watch the time. It was well past seven o' clock at night. Malik didn't feel like cooking or making Ryou cook, so he ordered some pizza for the two. While they waited, they started chatting again.

"Hey Ryou?" Malik asked, "Why don't you just stay here for the night? I really don't want you to have to walk home alone at night."

"No, it's alright," Ryou replied, "I don't want to intrude on yours and Bakura's privacy."

"Believe me, you won't be intruding on anything," Malik stated grimly, "I'm not even sure if he is going to be back tonight, he might of passed out drunk at the bar again."

Ryou blinked up at him. "How do you know he went to the bar?"

"Whenever he gets upset, he either heads to the bar to get drunk, or, he tortures innocent people by flicking tiny rocks at them." Malik grinned at the thought of Bakura sitting in a tree shooting pebbles at an old lady. "But I'm pretty sure he went to the bar."

"I see…" Ryou said, sweatdropping while imagining Bakura laughing psychotically as he threw huge boulders at harmless bystanders and watching them being crushed to death.

"So, will you stay the night and keep me company?" Asked a hopeful Malik.

"Well, alright," Smiled Ryou, "I suppose I could stay if it will make you happy."

"Yes!" Shouted Malik as he jumped up and down in excitement. Ryou giggled at his friend's actions when they were interrupted by a knock at the door.

"It's probably the pizza guy." Observed Malik as grabbed his money and headed towards the door. He opened it to reveal a passed out Bakura thrown over a rather annoyed Marik.

"Can we come in?" Marik asked impatiently, shifting uncomfortably from the weight of the yami slung over his shoulder.

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Chibi B: Ack! This chapter is worst than the first one!

Taski: Actually, I think they both suck…

Chibi B: Your so encouraging…

Taski: Why thank you! ^.^

Chibi B: -_-…Anyways, please R&R!