Chapter: Chapter 2

The next day, Ryou paced through his apartment. He was totally excited even though he couldn't explain where his excitement was coming from. He couldn't sit still for two minutes since Bakura had told him this morning while he was having breakfast, that they would get a visit from Marik today. Immediately he left his breakfast and started to clean his apartment, which was already clean, until there was not even the smallest speck of dust anywhere. At the same time, he was cursing Bakura the whole time, what he was thinking of telling him only now ...
Bakura, who felt it was very Spanish that Ryou was doing such a theater, had realized after a short time that Ryou wouldn't let him have his say anyway and had withdrawn for a nap in the ring for the first time. In this way he escaped Ryou's extremely seldom ranting tirade.
Only when Ryou was finally finished cleaning the 'courageous' ghost dared to come out of its safe hiding place again. ~ Well?Finally finished? Why are you so nervous anyway? * he asked his Hikari and you could tell from his annoyed voice that he wasn't asking because he was interested or because he was worried about his Hikari, but only to see if he could come out safely.
"If you want to know if I've finished cleaning then the answer is yes. And if you want to know if I'm done with my nerves then the answer is also yes," Ryou replied completely exhausted. "Damn it! Why didn't you tell me something earlier? Then I wouldn't have been able to prepare anything!"
~ Why is this so important to you? Otherwise you won't make such a big fuss out of it when you get a visitor. Okay, then you clean and still buy something: biscuits or cakes or something, but this time you are really exaggerating! Or is it because this time it's Marik who comes to visit you? ~ asked Bakura with a malicious grin.
Ryou simply ignored Bakura's last question and hurried to the kitchen instead. //Damn it.I don't think I have anything to offer Marik! // And really he could double or triple search every closet but found nothing. "I think I have to go shopping again," he sighed quietly.
~ What? Now? Marik can be here at any moment! ~
"No matter. I have to be able to offer him something. I'll just go to the pastry chef and buy a few pieces of cake. I'll be right back. ~ And already Ryou put on his shoes, grabbed his coat, scarf and gloves and put them on while running.
~ You act like a girl in love! ~ grumbled the ghost of the ring.
Immediately Ryou stopped: "W-how k-do you d-think that? That's not true," he stammered, but couldn't prevent him from blushing. Although ... maybe Bakura was right for once and had fallen in love with Marik? But no ... that couldn't be! Besides ... Marik was a boy just like him! That wasn't normal ... "You're crazy.I don't want to hear any more about it, "he finally hissed and ran on. However, he had stopped rushing himself. Bakura's question had thrown him off course, and he also wanted to prove to himself that it wasn't true.
Only when he was on the way back and they were almost home again did he listen to Bakura, who had been talking to him the whole time, again. But probably only because he heard Marik's name. Because even though Bakura had just kept talking about Marik, Ryou hadn't really listened. He was still nibbling on Bakura's question.
~ Look, your loved one is standing in front of the house! ~ whistled Bakura.
~ Shut up. He's NOT my adored one, Ryou hissed back.
~ Oh poor Marik. He's such a dear ... And he doesn't look bad either. If you don't want him, maybe I should try my luck with him, ~ grinned Bakura.
Just the thought that Bakura could have a chance at Marik made Ryou feel queasy in his stomach, but he said nothing.The only sound Bakura got in response was a snort.
At this moment Marik discovered her, or rather he discovered Ryou because he couldn't see Bakura, and hurried towards him with a happy smile. "There you are. I thought I missed you. Didn't Bakura tell me that I wanted to come over today?" the Egyptian greeted him.
"Y-yes. But only today. That's why I was briefly at the pastry chef," Ryou explained, embarrassed.
"Oh well then. I thought you had fled from me," grinned the bigger one. But you didn't have to go shopping extra. But sweet of you. "
Ryou was embarrassed by Marik's warm, soft look and he stepped from one foot to the other while lowering his head, which had suddenly turned the color of a tomato.
// How cute he is. Very different from his yami. // raved Marik.
"L-let's go in, it's too cold out here," Ryou suggested.And without waiting for Marik's answer, he went to the front door and unlocked it. Then he even held the door open for Marik, who thanked him with a soft 'thank you' and a lovely smile as he passed him.
Ryou asked Marik to sit down in the living room while he went into the kitchen himself and put the cake away, made tea and calmed his pounding heart.
After the tea was ready, Ryou brought this and the cake on a tray into the living room where Marik was already waiting for him. "Sorry it took so long."
"Oh no, no problem. I was looking around in the living room. You have it here really nice."
The living room was a large, bright room, on one side there was a large window and a door that led into the small garden. The other three walls were kept in a nice light color and the furniture was also light, which had a very inviting touch. The only thing missing were photos.There was a beautiful painting over the sofa, but there were no other pictures. Not a photo of Ryou or his parents, maybe his father, and none with his friends.
Ryou thanked him quietly before placing the tray on the living room table and sitting across from Marik. He poured them both tea and handed him his plate of cakes. "I hope you like strawberry cake?"
"Sure. Thank you," smiled Marik.
~ I think he'd like something else too. ~ Bakura grinned dirty and Ryou suddenly blushed.
"What is?" asked Marik who luckily couldn't hear Bakura.
"Bakura!" Ryou just said.
"Oh! Can't he shut up again, what?" Marik grinned in amusement. "Malik can be the same, but when you are around Malik hardly ever speaks. Funny isn't it?"
"Yeah that's really weird. Doesn't he like me?" Ryou wondered.
"Oh, don't worry. It actually has nothing to do with you.It's more about your Yami. "
"About Bakura?" now Ryou didn't get anything. What did Bakura have to do with Malik? Did he miss something? That could be because Bakura always locked him away completely when he took over his body, so that he didn't notice anything.
"Yes, but I prefer not to reveal anything. Otherwise Malik will kill me afterwards," Marik grinned, who heard Malik's comments that he should shut up, as clearly as if he were shouting straight into his ear. "Besides, I think the two of them should sort that out on their own. I just wanted to thank you again for yesterday. It was very nice of you to invite me and to spend your time with me at all, even though you really don't like me . It's a shame that Bakura just interfered, I would have loved to have a chat with you. "
"Not at all. I have nothing against you or anything, I mean ... I ...," Ryou stammered.When Marik began to smile at his words, he looked to the side, embarrassed.
~ Yeah what? Now tell him how you feel or ask him what about Malik. I want to know this! ~ demanded Bakura.
"Anyway, I was worried when you just left. Did you find your way back to your hotel?"
"Yes I did. After I left, I walked around a bit and suddenly I was standing in front of it. I'm sorry you worried. I didn't mean to. If I had your cell phone number, I could have let you know . Will you give it to me? "
"Um ... uh ... yes of course," completely taken by surprise by this question, Ryou gave Marik his cell phone number even if he couldn't imagine what he could do with it unless Marik wanted to make friends with him! Ryou liked the idea. A lot!
~ Hey kid, you are making progress. now you are already handing out your phone numbers, ~ grinned Bakura, who loved to embarrass Ryou.Ryou answered his Yami, very red in the face, his voice trembling with anger and shame: ~ Can't you even shut up? Do you always have to tease me Why are you doing this? ~
~ Because it's fun! ~ was the prompt reply.
Naturally! How could it have been otherwise? Was he really expecting a reasonable answer from Bakura? Ryou could only shake his head. slowly he had to know how Bakura was. He should just ignore him like he always did ...
He looked over at Marik in frustration, but he just seemed to be distracted. was he talking to Malik? Did he look like that himself when he talked to Bakura? In any case, he had some time to look at Marik in peace without noticing.
Marik's hair, which was this unique color, not as light as his white but too light to really count as blonde, was half-length and fell down to his back while his pony fell over his eyes.Ryou thought that this hairstyle suited him very well. His face was very soft and Ryou would like to stretch out his hand and stroke Marik's cheek. Marik's lips seemed nice and soft too. // How would you like to feel? // Ryou thought dreamily. Marik's body was slim but not too slim. Ryou found himself thinking what it would be like if Marik hugged him.
"Well, what are you thinking of?"
Marik's voice ripped Ryou out of his thoughts: "W-What?"
Laughing, Marik waved him off. "It's okay. It doesn't matter: Tell me, have I already told you why I'm here? In Domino, I mean."
"No, you didn't tell. You only said that you were visiting, but you didn't mention who you were visiting or how long you were staying here."
"Well then I'll tell you now: After the Pharaoh is back and saved the world, I thought that Ishizu and Odeon could also guard his grave on their own and so ... well I decided to move to Domino.I think that I can be more helpful to the Pharaoh here than from Egypt. That's why I'm also looking for an apartment! But I wanted to