Dark or Light?

Chapter 2

A beautiful Saturday morning was at bay, with birds chirping happily and the warm sun peeking through a certain albino spirit’s window. Bakura shifted in his bed, pulling the soft and warm blankets over his head with a disgruntled grunt as the bright rays starts to wake him. “Stupid sun...” he mumbled to himself as he layed half asleep “When I take over the world...block out sun...kill...”. He started to drift off back to sleep, smiling as the splendid world domination plots filled his still head.
He was still somewhat awake though, to his great disappointment...but that allowed him to smell breakfast ‘ Ryou must have cooked ‘ he thought ‘That kid maybe be a crying wuss but he sure can bake good food... hmmmm I love food’

Before more incoherent and half-slumbering thoughts could drift him back to sleep, Bakura suddenly jerks awake hearing a loud screaming and an even louder crashing sound, followed by roaring cursing. He blinked and jumped out of bed, not exactly used to waking up this way ever since he took Ryou as a vessel for his spirit. “What the hell? That sounded like Malik.”

He ran downstairs to check it out, onlyfindfind Malik under a pile of pans and pot looking quite enraged and, well... comical Bakura blinked some more at the rather unusual sight. “Malik? What the fuck happened to you? And are you doing here this early?”

The blonde Egyptian boy looked up at him and realising that he now had an audience, he quickly got up and dusted himself a bit. “I tried opening that stupid cabinet and everything fell on me, this thing a fucking death trap!”

The yami laughed at the other’s indignation and nodded “Yeah, I was thinking of putting a warning there...but still, why did you open that cabinet in the first place?”

“Well…I…I cooked you breakfast “ Malik said trying the hide the hesitation in his voice as he pointed to the table, which was filled with strawberries, pancakes, waffles and other delicious sugary treats. “And it’s not that early moron, it’s 11:30. “ Malik had tried to make his voice sound detached during that last comment, but it was quite futile seeing that when he turned his eyes to Bakura, he blushed faintly at the sight. You see Bakura was wearing nothing but his boxers since he ran down stairs before he could get dressed, thus leaving very little to the imagination. Yet, the boy’s imaginativeness still ran wild and he had to look away, afraid that if he stared any longer he might lose control over his body.

Bakura rubbed the back of his head, trying to make sense of the situation. It’s not that Malik was in his house in the morning that he found odd, the guy and his yami practically lived there, but his friend had never done anything this...nice for him. The only food Malik actually provided him was a half eaten Twinkie, and he only gave it to him because it was 2 weeks old and he dropped it under the couch. He wondered if this was trap, the fooybe ybe was poisoned or something and his friend would just laugh at him for being gullible enough to eat it.

“Why would you do that?...And since when do you cook?” asked in a suspicious tone Bakura, a brow arched.

Malik averted his lavender eyes to the ground, blushing further more and spoke “I don’t know, I just felt like doing something for you, why is it so weird?”
Bakura chuckled “Because you never do anything for me... It’s not in your evil psycho villain habits. ” He blinked a bit, wondering if he saw right, was Malik…blushing?

The blond Egyptian looked at him and chuckled a bit himself “Well then, I guess it’s about time I did. “ Seeing that Bakura seemed to have gone down a nudge or two of paranoia, he walked over him and took his arm gently to pull him over the table.

The tomb robber was about to question Malik further more but he has he saw all the mouth-watery food his friend has made he decided to forget it. Even if he did do something to the food he could take it, he ate bloody raw steaks for Christ sake. He sat down, a pleased grin on his face “Wow! You even made cream puffs!!!!” And with that, he started shoving down everything, without using a fork or anything. He stops to catch his breath and he looks at Malik, who was busy watching him eat with a mixture of amusement and fear that he might choke on something.

“Malik! This is the most delicious breakfast I’ve ever had in both my lives!!!” He gobbled down some more pancakes before he looked at the blonde again, he says his mouth full “Aren’t you going to eat?” He picks up a bowl of cut strawberries and offers it to him.

Malik laughed “I’m glad you like it...and no thanks I already ate with Ryou before you woke up” He smirked, adding mentally ‘beside if everything goes well, I’ll eat those off you soon anyways…Hmmmm, eating off Bakura... licking whip cream off Bakura’ Our Malik was off fantasizing about a certain gorgeous albino spirit.

Bakura quirked a brow at him again, not sure he liked the look and smirk he was receiving and the fact that Malik didn’t want to eat the food but he shrugged it off, he ate it and nothing happened. He finished everything and contentedly rubbed his now faintly bloated stomach “That was great.” he looked at Malik, his head tilted somewhat. “I Still can’t believe you of all people would do something this thoughtful for me.”

Malik smiled to him, and deciding this was the perfect time, he moved his chair closer. “Well, I’m glad you liked it...You know Bakura, I’ve been...”

But he doesn’t have time to finish his sentence, for a loud thudding at the front door is heard, followed by stomping of steps. Marik barges in the kitchen, looking extremely furious... he even had the Eye of Ra starting to glow on his foreheadand and one of his eyes twitching. He glared dangerously at Malik and yelled “YOU!!!”

Malik, not even surprised or impressed by his yami’s anger, smiled innocently. “Oh, sorry Marik, looks like you’ve missed breakfast.”

Bakura blinked at the sight “Woah, what happened to you?”

Marik currently looked like he’s lost a fight with a tornado. His wrist and hands where red from rope burn and his ankles didn’t look that good ether, he was dirty with dust and grass stains and part of his clothes were a bit ripped. Marik growled menacingly and points to his hikari, looking very close to murdering him.
“That little fucker tied me up and looked me in a closet!!! He took the millennium rod to make sure I couldn’t escape and put taped my mouth shut so that I couldn’t call help from Isis!”

Malik mumbled under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest “Yet apparently you did…damn.”

Marik continued “And then, I finally managed to undo the ropes and break down the door, I went outside, and stupid Malik have set the neighbour’s Pitbull free! The goddamn animal chased me and almost killed me!!!”

Bakura looked at him, feigning seriousness for a moment but he found himself unable to do it and then bursted out laughing, ignoring the death glare he was getting from the poor yami. “Oh Ra, I wish I would have been there to see it!”

Malik looked up at him oozing with fake and mocking innocence. “But, why would I do such an evil thing to my beloved yami?”

Marik glared even more, if that’s possible. If looks could kill, all furniture and appliances in the kitchen would have shrivelled away. “You know exactly why! Don’t fake ignorance with me you little bastard!!! Don’t think I won’t get my revenge for this, if I were you I wouldn’t go to sleep for a couple of weeks!”
After his enraged rant, the angry Marik walked over Bakura who was still snickering at him and pulled him by the arm. “Get your sweet ass out here! We’re going for a nice walk in the park!!!!”

Bakura practically eeped has he was being pulled over the front door, completely took off guard by the sudden act “What?! Why!!!”

Marik yelled, still pissed “Because it will be lovely!!! And Malik can’t stop me!!!”

Bakura tried his best to wiggle his way out of the other’s grip but found himself unable to. It’s amazing how strong the yami can get when he’s angry. “But but but…I’m still in my fucking boxers!!!” But it’s too late; Marik as already dragged him out and closed the door behind them.

Malik smiled evilly at the more than amusing sight “Hehehe, this is going to be even easier then I thought…”

Ryou chose that moment to walk in the kitchen, thus hearing Malik’s words. He tilted his head innocently and curiously at him. “What is?”

The blonde practically jumped out of his chair out of surprise by the sudden presence and blushed. ‘Damn...I have to stop blushing all the time like a giggling school girl!’ He shaked his head “Nothing.”

Ryou laughed and smiled gently to him, walking over to poke the tip of his nose teasingly. He is one of the few who is considered close enough to the dangerous Egyptian to tease him this way. “You have got to learn how to make better excuses, Malik.”

Malik groaned a bit and slanted in his chair, when has he lost his ability to lie and make up flawless excuses? It used to be his speciality, he must be out of practice. Ryou sits down next to him, staying quiet for a moment before speaking in a soft, knowing voice. “You like my yami don’t you, and so does Marik.”

Malik side glanced at him, knowing that at this point there was little hope in denying it, so he nodded “Yeah...I do. So, how long have you known?”

Ryou laughed a bit again “Well you’d need to be blind to not know! It’s so obvious you want him, you’re always staring at his butt, space out randomly into what I believe are fantasies when he does anything remotely stimulating without realising it. Marik does the same thing as you, don’t you worry.” He ponders a bit, putting one slim finger to his chin. “Well, it’s easy to notice except for Bakura apparently. I don’t understand how a legendary tomb robber that used to call himself ‘King of thieves’ can be so clueless at times.”
Malik chuckled and looked to the ground, feeling quite embarrassed at the moment “We’re that obvious?” He gazed up at Ryou “Say…you wouldn’t happen to know if he if he likes me or my yami back?”

Ryou thought a bit, then shakes his head “I’m sorry, but don’t know if he does. The only thing I know is that he’s gay. I’ve caught some of his thoughts and daydreams that...well that I wish I sometimes wished haven’t.” He giggle and winked to Malik “And there was even a couple that were about you or Marik. He finds you both very attractive if that reassures you. ”

Malik grinned brightly and had to restrain himself from lunching on the white haired boy and hug him to death. ‘Bakura thinks I’m hot!!! Score!’ he looked at Ryou and sighed happily “Yeah that does make me feel better, thanks.“

Ryou smiled gently “No problem Malik, you’ll have to excuse me but I should go now. I’m suppose to meet Yugi and the others at the arcade...” He got up and glanced at the tanned boy with a wink before exiting the kitchen. “Don’t worry, I wont tell Bakura.“

Malik sat there, thinking about what Ryou had just said as well as the other ways he could admit his feeling and get in Bakura’s pants, but he blinked having just realized something “...Marik is taking Bakura to the park in his boxers.”