Friends, Enemies, or More?
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Friends, Enemies, or More?
Chapter One: Deja Vou?
Shadows covered the already dark and foggy park. It was late October, just near Halloween. Cold gusts of wind blew across Domino City Japan every few minutes, making it even colder then it already was. Leaves and other garbage left by people blew around in the harsh winds, flying up into the air before dropping back to the ground.
A single dark figure walked along the park's path, his long black jacket billowing out behind him because of the wind. Bakura placed his frozen hands into his jean pockets, trying to get them to warm up. This cold was NOT helping, and his last nerve was being plucked right now. 'This place is deserted, I need SOME…'
Before the tomb robber could finish, another figure wearing a long purple cloak passed by him. The eye of Ra flashed on the hood, making Bakura growl at the figure, who turned around to face him. The hood fell down to reveal the oh-so-familiar face of Malik Ishtar.
"Malik, what the hell are you doing here?" Bakura said, glaring at him, memories of Battle City re-playing themselves his mind. This bastard, or his dark side, was the one who messed up his plans to gain the Millennium Items AND gave him a one-way trip to the Shadow Realm.
"Bakura?" Malik said hopefully, smiling. The smile quickly fell as he realized this wasn't the kind British boy, "You’re the tomb robber, the one from Battle City. I didn’t know you lived around here."
"Well I do, and I thought you were supposed to be helping the damn Pharaoh and guarding his tomb, Ishtar," Malik noticed Bakura's voice was one of hatred, and took a step back. The last thing he wanted was to get this spirit madder than he already was.
"I…I see. You know quite well that my job as a tomb keeper is done since the Pharaoh gained his memories back," Malik's voice raised a bit, trying to sound strong.
Bakura laughed at Malik's attempt to stay calm and act tough. A shiver ran down Malik's spine at that laugh, it was so similar to Marik's… he shivered again.
"Are you scared of me, Ishtar? You seem a bit…shaken up," Bakura mocked, smirking at him (M).
"N…no of course not! Why would I be scared of you?" Malik said with as much bravery as he could muster. Suddenly Bakura's face leaned forward, only inches from Malik's. Malik's heart jumped and sped up, beating faster than it should have, but he couldn’t tell why.
"You should be afraid of me Malik, be afraid of darkness." Between Bakura's voice, along with the dark fog that had fallen around them, the park now seemed eerie. Malik shivered, backing away from the spirit. Bakura laughed, seeing and sensing his (M) fear.
"I…it was good to see you Bakura. Go…good night…" Malik stuttered, backing away. His voice wouldn’t stop shaking for some reason, so he stopped talking for the moment. He grabbed the millennium rod from his back pocket, quickly teleporting back into his room.
Once there, he gripped his heart, which was still beating fast. He breathed slowly in and out, finding it almost hard to breath. 'What…what happened back there? Why did my heart suddenly start beating fast…could it be…?' he thought, then quickly shook his head, 'No that couldn’t be it, it had to be the cold or something…'. Malik sighed, laying down on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
Ishizu knocked on his door, "Malik! Get to bed, you have school tomorrow!" she yelled at him.
"Okay Ishizu! I'm going I'm going!" Malik yelled back at her, walking over to his dresser. He was just about to reach down and grab a pair of boxers to wear to bed, when he caught a glimpse of red. He looked up and almost yelled out in shock. His face was a dark crimson, not from fury but from blushing. Realizing this, Malik's face turned a deeper red. 'What? Why am I blushing?' he wondered, trying to calm himself.
After a while, the red finally disappeared into a small dash of pink on his face. He breathed in and out slowly, trying to stay calm. His heart had returned to its normal pace, which had calmed Malik down a bit. He changed into his boxers and slid into bed, staring up at the ceiling once again.
'Why me?' he thought, thinking back to that moment when Bakura had put his face only inches from his. His face went hot again and he quickly dismissed the thought. Only a few minutes later, he soon fell into a troubled sleep, still pondering that moment earlier.
***
Bakura made his way back to his house, his long black overcoat billowing out in the wind. He laughed slightly, remembering Malik's fear of him.
Something in his chest throbbed, forcing him to stop laughing. It wasn’t funny, he realized; it almost hurt to see that look in Malik's eyes as he had backed away from the thief king. He growled at himself, the pain willowing down to nothing. 'Damn, there's no way. The cold must be getting to me' he thought, entering the dark, but warm house.
He laid down on the couch, facing toward the ceiling. His stomach growled at him, since he hadn’t had any dinner. The thief king slowly got up and walked toward the kitchen, grabbing a steak from the fridge. He grabbed a knife and fork and started to eat it, blood dripping freely from the raw steak.
Suddenly, his stomach growled in protest to the steak, something it never did. Bakura looked down at it "Hey what's your problem? You never complained about it before…" he eventually gave up on the steak and went to get a bag of chips from the cupboard.
Bakura took off the long black coat, hanging it on the banister of the stairs. He flung himself down onto the couch and flipped on the TV, going immediately to his favorite show: Next, but something didn’t feel right about laughing and tormenting the people who got Nexted tonight. Bakura mentally slapped himself "What the hell is wrong with me?" he said, glaring at the TV like it was its fault.
He turned off the TV and grabbed his deck from the coffee table. He scanned through it until he came upon the card he was looking for: The Winged Dragon of Ra. Bakura smirked at the card as he found the other Egyptian god cards, which he placed next to Ra. Bakura was proud that he himself had stolen it from the hawk-like eyes of the Pharaoh.
Something in Bakura's chest throbbed again as he looking at the card. This was Malik's card, but why should he care? He was a thief and a thief took what he wanted without any regrets. Then why was his conscious telling him otherwise?
After he placed the card at the top of his deck and placed the deck aside, the pain retreated again. The thief made his way upstairs and into his room, leaving the half finished bag of chips on the couch. He changed into black sweatpants and a tight black shirt and got into his cozy bed. He set his alarm for the next day; a school day. He growled remembering this, but fell asleep an hour later with high hopes that tomorrow would be a better day than today.
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Shadows covered the already dark and foggy park. It was late October, just near Halloween. Cold gusts of wind blew across Domino City Japan every few minutes, making it even colder then it already was. Leaves and other garbage left by people blew around in the harsh winds, flying up into the air before dropping back to the ground.
A single dark figure walked along the park's path, his long black jacket billowing out behind him because of the wind. Bakura placed his frozen hands into his jean pockets, trying to get them to warm up. This cold was NOT helping, and his last nerve was being plucked right now. 'This place is deserted, I need SOME…'
Before the tomb robber could finish, another figure wearing a long purple cloak passed by him. The eye of Ra flashed on the hood, making Bakura growl at the figure, who turned around to face him. The hood fell down to reveal the oh-so-familiar face of Malik Ishtar.
"Malik, what the hell are you doing here?" Bakura said, glaring at him, memories of Battle City re-playing themselves his mind. This bastard, or his dark side, was the one who messed up his plans to gain the Millennium Items AND gave him a one-way trip to the Shadow Realm.
"Bakura?" Malik said hopefully, smiling. The smile quickly fell as he realized this wasn't the kind British boy, "You’re the tomb robber, the one from Battle City. I didn’t know you lived around here."
"Well I do, and I thought you were supposed to be helping the damn Pharaoh and guarding his tomb, Ishtar," Malik noticed Bakura's voice was one of hatred, and took a step back. The last thing he wanted was to get this spirit madder than he already was.
"I…I see. You know quite well that my job as a tomb keeper is done since the Pharaoh gained his memories back," Malik's voice raised a bit, trying to sound strong.
Bakura laughed at Malik's attempt to stay calm and act tough. A shiver ran down Malik's spine at that laugh, it was so similar to Marik's… he shivered again.
"Are you scared of me, Ishtar? You seem a bit…shaken up," Bakura mocked, smirking at him (M).
"N…no of course not! Why would I be scared of you?" Malik said with as much bravery as he could muster. Suddenly Bakura's face leaned forward, only inches from Malik's. Malik's heart jumped and sped up, beating faster than it should have, but he couldn’t tell why.
"You should be afraid of me Malik, be afraid of darkness." Between Bakura's voice, along with the dark fog that had fallen around them, the park now seemed eerie. Malik shivered, backing away from the spirit. Bakura laughed, seeing and sensing his (M) fear.
"I…it was good to see you Bakura. Go…good night…" Malik stuttered, backing away. His voice wouldn’t stop shaking for some reason, so he stopped talking for the moment. He grabbed the millennium rod from his back pocket, quickly teleporting back into his room.
Once there, he gripped his heart, which was still beating fast. He breathed slowly in and out, finding it almost hard to breath. 'What…what happened back there? Why did my heart suddenly start beating fast…could it be…?' he thought, then quickly shook his head, 'No that couldn’t be it, it had to be the cold or something…'. Malik sighed, laying down on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
Ishizu knocked on his door, "Malik! Get to bed, you have school tomorrow!" she yelled at him.
"Okay Ishizu! I'm going I'm going!" Malik yelled back at her, walking over to his dresser. He was just about to reach down and grab a pair of boxers to wear to bed, when he caught a glimpse of red. He looked up and almost yelled out in shock. His face was a dark crimson, not from fury but from blushing. Realizing this, Malik's face turned a deeper red. 'What? Why am I blushing?' he wondered, trying to calm himself.
After a while, the red finally disappeared into a small dash of pink on his face. He breathed in and out slowly, trying to stay calm. His heart had returned to its normal pace, which had calmed Malik down a bit. He changed into his boxers and slid into bed, staring up at the ceiling once again.
'Why me?' he thought, thinking back to that moment when Bakura had put his face only inches from his. His face went hot again and he quickly dismissed the thought. Only a few minutes later, he soon fell into a troubled sleep, still pondering that moment earlier.
***
Bakura made his way back to his house, his long black overcoat billowing out in the wind. He laughed slightly, remembering Malik's fear of him.
Something in his chest throbbed, forcing him to stop laughing. It wasn’t funny, he realized; it almost hurt to see that look in Malik's eyes as he had backed away from the thief king. He growled at himself, the pain willowing down to nothing. 'Damn, there's no way. The cold must be getting to me' he thought, entering the dark, but warm house.
He laid down on the couch, facing toward the ceiling. His stomach growled at him, since he hadn’t had any dinner. The thief king slowly got up and walked toward the kitchen, grabbing a steak from the fridge. He grabbed a knife and fork and started to eat it, blood dripping freely from the raw steak.
Suddenly, his stomach growled in protest to the steak, something it never did. Bakura looked down at it "Hey what's your problem? You never complained about it before…" he eventually gave up on the steak and went to get a bag of chips from the cupboard.
Bakura took off the long black coat, hanging it on the banister of the stairs. He flung himself down onto the couch and flipped on the TV, going immediately to his favorite show: Next, but something didn’t feel right about laughing and tormenting the people who got Nexted tonight. Bakura mentally slapped himself "What the hell is wrong with me?" he said, glaring at the TV like it was its fault.
He turned off the TV and grabbed his deck from the coffee table. He scanned through it until he came upon the card he was looking for: The Winged Dragon of Ra. Bakura smirked at the card as he found the other Egyptian god cards, which he placed next to Ra. Bakura was proud that he himself had stolen it from the hawk-like eyes of the Pharaoh.
Something in Bakura's chest throbbed again as he looking at the card. This was Malik's card, but why should he care? He was a thief and a thief took what he wanted without any regrets. Then why was his conscious telling him otherwise?
After he placed the card at the top of his deck and placed the deck aside, the pain retreated again. The thief made his way upstairs and into his room, leaving the half finished bag of chips on the couch. He changed into black sweatpants and a tight black shirt and got into his cozy bed. He set his alarm for the next day; a school day. He growled remembering this, but fell asleep an hour later with high hopes that tomorrow would be a better day than today.
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