Love is bitter sweet!

Disclaimer – I don’t own Yu-gi-oh or the song Bother by Corey Taylor




Disclaimer
– I don’t own Yu-gi-oh or the songs from “Queen Of The Damned” I do however own
the damn CD the songs are on.

 

Blueraydragonoo.coo.co.uk

 

Genre:
Romance/angst/humour

 

Notes:
When there is a mental link say between Ryou and Bakura or Yugi and Yami, yeah
they in it to / / hikari to yami //
// yami to hikari.

 

 

“FUCK”, he yelled in his fury.
“How dare he! That little bastard can’t just leave me, ungrateful son of a bitch”.
Grabbing a third pint Bakura downed it, wiped his mouth and proceeded to
stagger out the bar.

 

Laughing in a drunken state at
the robber leaving Malik mused, “Ryou left Bakura? Hmm Bakura does look hot
even when he’s drunk” Out loud, “Oh shit I think I’m gonna blow” His hand flew
to his mouth trying to force some control over his own involuntary actions. He
only had at least 3 rum and cokes, but Malik is a light-weight same as the yami
who just left.

 

“Go ahead you do that in here and
I’ll ban you for life”. The bartender points to the door. “OUT”

 

Staggering outside he exploded in
to the gutter kneeling on the pavement as he retched violently. “FUCKING TOMB
ROBBER”!! Loud was Malik’s cursing.

 

 

Love is bitter sweet!

 

Chapter Two – Loneliness and
friendship

 

Almost a month had passed since
Ryou had left his yami, no one cared about the spirit’s none appearance. Except
one platinum blonde Egyptian boy who stood outside Bakura’s front door, he
raked a shaking hand through his hair before knocking on the door. No answer so
he knocked harder.

 

“FUCK
OFF”! Came a muffled yell from within. “NO ONE’S FUCKING HOME PISS OFF”!

 

I’m trapped in this world

Lonely
and fading

Heart
broke and waiting

For
you to come

We
are trapped in this world

And
its not meant for me, for me

 

Malik
sighs and calls through the letter box, “Its me Malik and I know you’re home
Bakura or you wouldn’t tell me to fuck off”. The dolew lew open and there stood
Bakura in all his filthy glory, his white-hair tangled, clothes dirty and
smelly, also he didn’t particularly look clean himself. “Ra Bakura you look
terrible”! Malik peers in to the house, “Your house seems to be worse off
though”. Without a single glare or grunt the dark ploughed his way through,
food cartons and empty coke cans to sit on the sofa. Malik stumbled his way
over to stand in front of his friend, “You’ve done enough moping around, now
get upstairs and take a bath, while I tidy up around here”.

 

Bakura
raises an eyebrow, “How the hell do you know how to clean? Besides its Ryou’s
job”. Indeed it used to be for the tomb robber didn’t have a clue about keeping
a house tidy, when you’re a thief you tend not stay in one place too long due
to the risk of capture.

 

Laughing
Malik replies, “Isis has me well house trained now go get cleaned up”.

 

“I
don’t have any clean clothes”, the other snarled back.

 

“Well
take off the clothes you have on and I’ll put them through the wash for you”,
smiles Malik. Glaring daggers at his friend the spirit strips off his clothes
including boxers, and tosses the pile at Malik then grumpily goes upstairs.
Grinning like a moron the blonde headed for the kitchen and put the clothes in
the washing machine, he went red as he thought to himself, “I got to see Bakura
naked heh, man he sure is hot very sexy”. He goes about trying to find a black
bin liner and proceeds to tidy up shuffling around the room.

 

 

Did you think its cool

To
walk right up

To
take my life

And
fuck it up?

Well
did you?

 

I
HATE YOU!

 

I
see hell in your eyes

Taken
in by surprise

Touching
you makes me feel alive

And
touching you makes me die inside

 

Ryou
was happy. Living in the Muto residence he returned to his normal happy go
lucky self, Yugi watched him closely over the first few weeks and hid all sharp
objects. //Ryou has improved a lot since he first came here// spoke Yami over
the mental link for he was out buying food.

 

/Yes
and I’m glad, Ryou looks better smiling/ Yugi still watched Ryou intently while
he hums round the kitchen.

 

//Aibou
you’re staring at him again// Yami chided gently, the hikari blushed.

 

Yugi
averted his gaze to the table he was sitting at /I can’t help it Yami he’s so
beautiful/

 

Yami
tuts //Be careful about what you say, Ryou is a friend telling him how you feel
may ruin it. You don’t even know if he feels the way way//

 

/I
know, see you when you get home/, he sighed and closed the link.

 

“Talking
to Yami again”? Asks the white-haired light smiling serenely.

 

Yugi
nods, “Yeah we was talking about how you’ve improved since you came here”.

 

Ryou’s
look darkens a little, “Oh really? It was real nice of you to let me stay, you
know what my yami is like but I can’t stay here forever”.

 

“Yes
you can stay here forever if you have to, or at least until you can find
somewhere else to live”, the shorter teen soothed over his friend’s worry.
“We’re friends and friends help each other when they’re in trouble”. Thinks,
“Did I just do a friendship speech? Oh no”. Mentally groans, “Either I hang out
with Yami too much or I should start blocking out Anzu, I think it might be a
little of both”.

 

A
plate of sausage, fried egg, bacon, baked beans, and fried bread is placed in
front of Yugi. “Here’s your breakfast English style eat up Yugi”, hummed Ryou
as he served some for himself.

 

The
tri-colour haired boy tucked happily in to his food, “Geez Ryou you are a real
good cook, Yami just char grills everything to a crisp”.

 

Ryou
beams brightly, “Thanks”.

Smiling
back at him Yugi replies with mouth full, “I mean it you’re a good cook”.

 

“Yugi
don’t talk with your mouth full”, his friend fake chided him.

 

 

You see I can not be forsaken

For
I’m not the only one

We
walk amongst you

Feeding,
raping

Must
we hide from everyone?

 

“Bakura you done yet”? Malik
calls up the stairs. A string of Egyptian curses flows to Malik’s ears. “Nani”?
He calls back.

 

Still
cursing Bakura stomps downstairs wearing a cream robe he found in Ryou’s
emptied room, “Damn it I can’t un-tangle my hair, shit Malik I need help”.

 

Malik
placed the hoover in an upright position, he had just finished cleaning. He
sniggers as Bakura walks in to view with clean hair in a right mess, “Come here
and I’ll try to comb the knots out” The blonde Egyptian sat on the sofa and bid
the yami to kneel on the carpet in front of him. “This might hurt a little”.

 

“OW
for Ra’s sake Malik”, he growled loudly. “If you cut any of my hair I swear you
won’t live to see tomorrow”.

 

He
just chuckled in response to Bakura’s threat, “Empty words and idle threats,
your hair is safe with me now stop squirming”. A few hours later the seemingly
impossible had been accomplished, Malik managed to comb out the knots in the
dark’s hair without resorting to violence. “All done now you big baby, geez if
only the Pharaoh could’ve heard you whimper”.

 

“Are
my clothes done”?

 

“Should
be by now I have to put them in the dryer to dry”.

 

“Malik”,
Bakura turned to face him and leaned in close.

 

Gulping,
“Yes”? Malik could feel Bakura’s sweet breathe on his face and neck, his
lavender eyes sparkled with anticipation.

 

“Go
dry my clothes”, an evil smirk spread across his face, he knew how his friend
felt and he felt the same way. The tomb robber remembered everything that was
said that night, Bakura just liked to toy with him for a bit. Feeling slightly
disappointed Malik got up to dry Bakura’s clothes, muttering silently about
something to do with playing mind games.

 

To
be continued……