If you have to leave, then I wish that you
would just leave, 'cause your precense still lingers here and it won't leave me
alone,
And this wounds don't seem to heal, this
pain is just too real, there's just too much that time cannot erase...
[...] You still have all of me.
He didn't feel like going out that Friday.
That Friday, or any day in that damned life of his. They wouldn't catch him dead
in a disco, he was completely certain.
His ceiling was so interesting, too...!
Oh, come on, who was he kidding? He was
smart enough to know that the seemingly perfect life of his was lacking a very
important something...
He just didn't know what.
Lucifer, sprawled on the bed next to him,
wasn't exactly helping improve his mood. He now and then meow-ed pathetically,
and Yami Malik felt more than ever that the animal anomaly very well deserved to
be strangled.
But he was feeling that way, too.
He eyed with indolence the book resting,
quite forgotten on his night table. A complex introduction to advenced Math.
Meanwhile, piled on a dusty table across
the room, was a selection of books he didn't know what to do with. He'd found
them on that very same place when he'd acquired the house, and hadn't touched
them once. His brain retained more important information than to put in order a
pile of ruiny, abandoned volumes. A bookcase in front of him screamed, "PUT
THAT STUFF INTO ME!", but the Egyptian paid it no heed. There was nothing
that motivated him to do so.
The Picture of Dorian Gray, the Adventures
of Tom Sawyer, The Three Musketeers, an illustrated book of Gothic art, Sherlock
Holmes, A Christmas Carrol, and even a Holy Bible looked mutely from the dusty
table as the teen, with purple strokes below his eyes that denothed either
stress or lack of sleep, closed his eyes and, that Friday, fell asleep early.
It was sad, but what Yami Malik had felt
at that moment... was that he was alone.
****
Des was sitting on the sofa, painting her
nails a deep, almost bourdeaux, crimson. She was only wearing a long t-shirt,
and as she'd just had a bath, her hair had left a damp spot on it. The phone
rang.
"Hello.......?" she said dully,
never abandoning her ennemel.
"Hello, this is Malik- can I talk to
Khemet?"
"Sure, hang on a sec.," Des said
and yelled, "Hey Khem! Some Malik's on the phone for you!"
You were in your room reading, but the
next second you were planted before Des, with an extremely eager look plastered
in your face.
Des grimaced. "He sounds stickingly
enthusiastic," she warned in a low whisper, and your eagerness melted
immediately.
The translation of Des' words: It's not
the Malik you want to talk to.
You picked up the phone. "Hey,
Malik"
On the other end of the line, the normal
Malik nodded and pressed the phone against his shoulder to have his hands free.
He was baking a chocolate cake.
"Hey Khem, how're you doing?"
You sighed inwardly, and let yourself fall
on the sofa next to Des. She gave you a simpathetic look, and went back to her
nails.
"Fine, you?"
"Awesomest."
Des caught the word and grimaced again.
"What a loser!" she thought.
Malik went on, speeking cheerfully.
"I was thinking that we could hang out today- what do you think?"
"Uhh... sure..." you thought
fast, "No prob. I gotta go with my sis to a..."
"Fern Convention." Des provided
quickly.
"Fern Convention", you repeated,
"but I'll be able to sneak out before we go."
"Cool. Drop by the Museum around
four."
"K, I'll be there. See you."
"Cya Khem."
You hung.
"Fern convention? What on
Earth...?"
Des smiled, but you knew better; she was
smirking. "Oh, you'll see when you come."
"So it was for real?"
"Hey, that's your aliby, no?"
"...aliby? Don't make me sound so
criminal..."
"Don't tell me you're
consciense-remorsed, hun. You're coming either way, so..."
"Yeah, I figured so much."
****
Des drove you to the Museum that
afternoon. "You don't really look like you wanna do this."
"To give you a practical
example," you said, "It's like dating your boyfriend's brother. Twin
brother, to be more exact. But polar opposite."
"Why did you agree in the first
place?" Des asked, never diverting her eyes from the road.
"Dunno... Ishizu's my employer, so I
guess..."
"You really think that woman would
make you lose your job only because you're not interested in her little
brother?"
"I don't know, Des. But I wish I
hadn't agreed. I don't love him and this doesn't look... fair."
"Well, perhaps he only wants to be
friends with you..."
You let out a barely audible "I don't
think so."
****
After agreeing with Des that you'd be back in the Museum around 6 pm, 'normal'
Malik said he was going to take you to a place you'd never guess. You shivered
slightly, but followed him slowly nonetheless, making sure your cellphone was on
and with full batteries, just in case...
Not that you didn't trust Malik, but...
Well, you didn't trust him. Happy?
But a after a meaningful wtf? face courtesy of the devil in question, you smiled sheepisly and said "Let's go...!"
Malik took you to a square where a fair
ammount of people was gathered. The crowd moved about, and you could hear women
discussing prices and whatnot. The atmosphere was pretty relaxed, too.
A big cloth placard that hung between two
large trees read:
"SAY
'BROTHER' AND
ENTER, MAKE
LOVE, NOT
WAR."
"A... Hippie fair?" You blinked.
"Woah, this is.... original... kinda... well, a lot."
You took some steps forward.
"Well, let's go in!" you said
happily, pretty content with your final decision of letting him take you
somewhere. The air was heavy with incense and other aromas that left you
lightheaded. Seeing people smoking weed soon became normal, and rastamen and the
'love-and-peace' sign were everywhere.
As you and him walked by, a woman kindly
handed you two thick flower necklaces. You put yours on merrily and annoyed the
heck out of Malik until he grumpily put his on too.
But he did seem to be enjoying it as well,
and as you two walked on through the fair, it became notorious how everyone just
chilled and let life go on freely. In a rather outdated music player someone had
put a Beatles theme and other oldies. In the heart of Domino City...! Who would
have thought? You beamed with glee, there were countless stands selling odd,
retro stuff, and you were totally delighted.
"Likin' it so far?" Malik's
voice came from behind.
"Totally!" you replied, stopping
to look at an old woman's stand of colorful bracelets and enormous earrings.
The ever-so-Hippie 'If you're going to San
Francisco' started sounding. 'Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair,
'cause if you're going to San Francisco....'
Malik let out a small chuckle. "It
figures..." he said. You looket at him with a slight smile. "Let's go
on," you said.
The old woman smiled serenely and bade you
goodbye with the word everyone there seemed to use, "Peace,
sistah'."
The next stand that caught your eye sold
dreamcatchers. You bought 2: one for you, and one for Des. The chat with the
blonde Egyptian was nice, now and then he would comment on some funny-looking
person.
You looked at him again.
Malik was rather pleasant company, but...
Each time you called him 'Malik' and your
eyes met his, the excitement saying his name brought died shortly after. You
weren't seeing the Malik you itched to see.
As you continued the tour around the fair,
you bought a black t-shirt that read: "FlOwEr PoWeR" and had a
psychodelic flower sketched below the words, both the flower and the scripture
in a shiny kind of fuchsia. Malik had looked at you with THE 'you're odd' look,
but you'd paid no heed, and now skitted in front of him with the paper bag that
contained the tee clutched tightly in a hand.
The time in the fair passed steadily and
the 6 o-clock came way too fast.
When you got to the Museum, Des was
already waiting for you. You waved goodbye to Malik, after thanking him for the
nice afternoon, and hopped into the car.
"Look what I got for youuu!!!!!"
you said excited, pushing the package with the dreamcatcher into her hands.
She unwrapped it, and looked at it
curiously. "It's a.... a dreamcatcher, right? Those that are supposed to
keep you from having nightmares, right?"
"Yeah, those. I guess that you won't
be dreaming of Bakura anymore..." you said sarcastically.
She hmph-ed. "My dreams about Bakura aren't
nightmares."
Your eyes glistened with malice. "So that's
why you make funny noises when you're asleep..."
"Don't change topics," she said
coldly, but at the same time, she flushed cherry red. "Anyway come on in,
we need to get going."
You huh?-ed.
"Hellooooo Fern Convention,
remember?"
You got in the car and Des stepped on the
accelerator almost at the same time.
You made a face. "This is gonna be excruciating...!"
you complaint, eyeing Des who kept on driving, impasively.
"Eye for an eye," she stated
laconically, but a small smile crept trough her lips.
"You're enjoying seeing me suffer,
huh?"
She finally cracked a chuckle.
"You've got no idea."
****
To put it in a light way, the convention
was a sucess.
You'd always known Des had a crack in her
thick skull that made her think and do odd things. But man, they could hang you
and you still would admit that ferns were actually COOL!
****
"You actually think it would
work?"
Des smiled. "Yeah, pretty much. I
think it'd be perfect."
"But still, I'm not sure..." you
said, eyeing the place distrustingly.
"Come on, it'll be fine...
seriously, you worry too much," she droned.
But she still didn't convince you.
"But it's way too exotic..."
"One word: acclimatization," she
said, emphatizing it, "If you water it twice per day it'll live on happy as
a coconut."
You raised your eyebrow. "Coconuts
aren't happy as far as I know..."
"Off topic!" She said happily,
"Come on Khem, it'll look pretty if we place it right here..." she
added, showing you an empty spot in the corner.
You looked closely.
"Perfect place for a fern!" she
sing-sang, "I told you you would enjoy the convention but nooooo,
miss I'm-way-too-Egyptian-for-my-own-good wasn't confident at all..."
"Well I told you, I take that back!
The convention was quite cool," you said, eyeing Des' signaled place for
the new plant, "And yeah, I think that'd be a nice place for a fern,
actually."
****
Yami Malik looked out of the window, and
involuntarily squinted his eyes.
Red sunset- bad omen.
Three clouds hovering over it- they
represented the past, present, and future.
The first star- for kindness.
A plane surfing through the dusk sky,
joining with the barely ethereal white trail it left as it flew, the three
couds- an unexpected visitor he had, has, and would come across him, eventually.
The moon- destiny.
It was crystal clear. With a sigh, he
closed the curtains.
"The die is cast" he
thought darkly.
****
"Hello hon, wazzup tonight?"
Bakura sighed and chose not to reply.
"Well, aren't we perky."
Des smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, I've just
bought a new fern and it's just too cute."
He rubbed his brow. "It's beyond my
reach to try to understand..."
"Fern stuff, you wouldn't even if
you tried." She pulled him into a tight embrace. "It's cold
today, don't you think?"
"Not cold enough to use me as a
stove," he replied stoically.
"Come on in you big bad darky, you're
colder than the day," she said, still in a cheery mood as she stepped into
the appartment. Bakura stole a glance at the exotic plant with flamboyant leaves
that sat inside Des' car, and followed her in.
"Ryou's been baking cookies... again?"
Bakura shrugged at the note of surprise in
Des' voice.
She munched one as she plopped on the
couch. "He just gets better and better..." she said dreamily, as she
gestured Bakura to come sit next to her.
"Ferns, cookies- you're going soft,
Desheret."
Her smiled became more pronounced and a
bit mischievous, and he noted a touch of evilness in it.
"Perhaps... but it's just a reminder
that I'm not much more than just a mortal."
"By the way," he smirked,
"You've got a bit of cookie right there..." His words trailed off as
he brushed his lips against hers, in a very provocative and suffocating way.
Neither of both wanted to give way to the
frenzy yet, so lazy kisses and dim phrases did the trick.
She hovered atop of him, watching with
some emotion she didn't want to name, how he smirked at her in mild
satisfaction.
"Making out on the couch, well isn't
this classic," she concluded.
Clickyyyy... the little button is your friend! ^^
Well, I hope this chapter made sense. It
was short, but it told 4 diff. stories- Yami Malik's, Khemet and Malik's, Khemet
and Des', and Des and Bakura's. *____*
BTW, all that part of YM reading his fate
in the sky... it looked poetic, it was poetic to write, and if we assume he
learnt it from his destiny-crazed sister, I guess it could even be POSSIBLE!
Sorry for the Bakura x Des part- but it's
a great filler, and those scenes are so much fun to write...! *_* Ohhh the
cuteness!
BTW- the next part is, oddly enough,
already written. So I'll post it soon ^^
BTW2- Have you read my YM x Khemet
oneshot? NO!?!??!?!?! You're so MEAN! Psssst, it's in the 'other stuff'
foulder... ;)
