Author's Notes: I'm doing the Fanfic100 Claim of the Big Damn Table site. I got the Claim approved and for this pairing, YAY! That means a collection of 100 experimental drabblefics of Bakura/Malik coming your way. I'll be posting elsewhere; links are in my profile. I do not own Yugioh or any of the characters mentioned. I'm only borrowing them for my twisted amusement.

Fandom: Yugioh
Characters: Yami Bakura/Malik Ishtar
Prompt: #35, Sixth Sense
Word Count: 1,968
Rating: T

Warning(s): Yaoi, Supernatural themes.

Summary: Some things can't be explained unless you experience them first hand.

Chapters: 1/100

Chapter: Sixth Sense.

Bakura ran as fast as he could to catch the train home that would have him walking through his apartment door on time. The last thing he wanted was to sit about and wait the forty-five minutes for the next train on a Friday afternoon. His backpack slipping from off his shoulder, and he let his slide to his hand as he rushed down the steps, trying not to bump into anyone on his way, throwing apologies over his shoulder in his hurry.

Card already in hand and swiped it and the gates automatically opened for him, he rushed forwards without stopping. He just may make it after all. He stepped down onto a platform, and there his train waited with doors open and practically jammed packed with every man, woman and child.

Rushing forward, side stepping around an old woman and a man, he was about to step on the train when the doors closed right in his face. "SHIT!" Bakura cursed loudly hitting the doors as the train pulled away down the tunnel. He took a few minutes to get his breath back, there was nothing he could do but sit and wait for the next one, he then glanced about for somewhere to sit.

Finding a seat where he could see the tracks and have a clear walk to the train when it came back. Come hell or high water, he wasn't going to miss it this time. The platform was well light up, seemingly clean, was almost empty and silent but for a few people waiting near the safety rails at the end of the platform where it met the tracks. The railings were placed up some years back due to keeping the public safe.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed, and Bakura lent slight forward to see who had the privilege of sharing his misfortune. "Shit!" A curse made him smile and for some reason, he didn't feel all that angry in missing his ride. "Excuse me?" Bakura glanced up at the voice and the male before him literally took his breath away.

He was absolutely beautiful, about his age of eighteen maybe nineteen, possessing smooth sun-kissed tan, platinum-blonde hair that framed his face perfectly and the odd but very flattering scars that ran below each of his eyes. His eyes had to have been the most stunning thing he had ever seen; they were like twin pools of liquid amethyst that sparkled brightly. He had a lithe, yet muscular body clad in a dark lavender hooded top, a pair of low slung black jeans and worn-out tennis shoes that were white at some point.

Bakura's heart for the first time pulsed with interest and happiness.

"Do you mind if I sit here with you? It appears that I missed my train." He gave a dazzling smile with a tilt of his head adding. "I don't like waiting down here on my own; thugs like to walk the platforms and mug those who are by themselves." Bakura still unable to form words just yet, slid himself across the bench seat making more room. "Thank you so much." He took the seat and kept his eyes forward.

"Sure." Bakura whispered out and tried to get a better look at him, though trying not to make it obvious, but he found the more he stared at the other, the more he liked what he saw. "I'm Bakura." He said clearing his throat; he wasn't sure what he was doing, though it beat sitting there and staring.

The other looked at him for a short moment as if contemplating that the other spoke to him. Everyone here just kept their heads down and said nothing, ignored everyone and tried not to attract the crazies… he seemed nice enough. "I'm Malik." He said finally while turning just a little in his seat.

Malik… the name rang so clear in Bakura's mind that he almost missed what Malik had said next.

"You are the first person I have come across in a long time that's here at this time of day to catch a train." Malik tucked a lock of his golden spun hair behind an ear, and that soft smile graced his lips once again.

If Malik had been here roughly about the same time each day to catch the train, then why hadn't Bakura noticed the stunning male before? Maybe he should pay more attention to what was going on around him from now on. "I'm here every day to catch the five-fifteen." Bakura replied.

"Oh, I catch the Five," Malik's smile widened and from there he had no qualms in talking to Bakura happily and randomly to pass the time.

Bakura listened with a small smile as Malik seemed to be the friendliest person he had met since moving to this city and a conversation between the two had started until the trains rolled in taking them on their separate paths.

Once again, Bakura was running late for his train due to work keeping him so damn busy, and he had wanted the chance to meet up with Malik, who he couldn't get out of his head since their first meeting a few days ago and now seemed routine. Bakura made sure to get to the station about half past four and sit with Malik to talk.

Malik, when it came the time to leave had a rather sad look to his otherwise beautiful face and left it to the last second to board the train giving Bakura that heart-stopping smile. Bakura always ended up boarding his train fifteen minutes later.

Bakura glanced at his watch and found it to be well after five and there would be no Malik to talk to, to help pass the time.

Bakura when he reached the platform glanced about and was surprised to see Malik standing out near the railing at the end of the track's waiting. Malik seemed to have known that he was there as he raised his head and glanced over his shoulder to give that smile upon seeing him. "Hey Bakura." He greeted happily and started to approach him. "It seems we are both on the late side."

Bakura was starting to think that running late wasn't such a bad thing and like the last few days the two fell into a conversation that one would have with a best friend. Malik talked openly and happily and thoroughly enjoyed Bakura's company that it was getting harder and harder to say good-bye every afternoon.

Bakura found that Malik laughed so easily at some things that didn't seem funny at all, until Malik pointed it out on what he had found so amusing, which ended up with Bakura laughing with him for not seeing it. Malik was definitely the type of person that Bakura called an easy lover, easy to please, easy to make him laugh, easy to talk too and easy to get along with. "All good things must come to an end." Malik said a little sadly, breaking Bakura from his thoughts as the shrill sound of brakes from the train echoed about them as it pulled to a stop, and then all the doors opened with a clutter.

Malik stood up and walked towards the train doors with his usual sad good-bye; Bakura was up and followed him snagging Malik by the hand and pulled him about to face him. "Could I see you again?" Bakura asked, though being rash as he didn't know how Malik would take it being hit on. This was something that Bakura had never done before in asking someone he just barely knew to be something more than what they had going… damn it! Bakura had never felt this way about anyone before, not even the ones he had dated in the past. "I mean not just meeting here every afternoon."

Malik's brows furrowed slightly as he studied Bakura closely and though his eyes seemed to shine a little brighter and his smile if possible a little happier as he asked, "Really? You want to see me again?" Malik sounded so surprised and excited, that Bakura had braced himself in hope that Malik would hug him.

"Really." Bakura said, taking a chance, he lifted up Malik's hand to his lips and while keeping eye contact, he lightly kissed Malik's fingers.

"All right, I'll see you where?" Malik asked, blushing at the affectionate gesture.

"Tomorrow here at the same time and we'll go from there." Bakura said as he let go of Malik's hand, he wasn't the type of person to let something go that he had a good feeling about, and he did have a good feeling about Malik.

"Tomorrow then," Malik soon stepped onto the train and as the doors closed he turned and gave Bakura one last heart-stopping smile, and then the train carried Malik from his sight.

"Wow." Bakura said after a good ten minutes of standing there like a love-struck school girl. The sound of his train pulling in snapped him back to reality, and he rushed aboard and took the first available seat he could find… was it possible to have fallen in love with someone whom he had only a few short meetings and an exchange of words with? Malik was nothing he had ever come across before, and it didn't matter how shitty his day had been, because once he laid eyes on Malik, who seemed to be always be waiting for him, the other lit up his whole night and day until they met again.

The woman from beside him stood up and rushed for the doors at a stop, and as she did, she had dropped a book at his feet by accident. Bakura picked it up and saw it was too late to call for her to come back as the train was once again on the move. He turned his dark eyes onto the book's title. 'The World's Top Ten Haunting.' Rolling his eyes and since he had nothing better to do he flipped open the book for something interesting to read. Page twenty had run a chill up and down Bakura's spine and pulled a small gasp from his lips as he read.

The Golden Tunnel Train Station, there was a young man who was waiting for his train after visiting his only living relative at a local hospital, arrived late and missing his train. The young man hung about and waited. While waiting on the empty platform he was approached by a group of men in attempts to steal his money, to which a fight broke out. The young man was pushed off the platform and onto the train tracks, where he met his end.

People still today have reported seeing the young man with the most stunning amethyst eyes and a smile standing out on the platform waiting for his train.

Bakura's hand shook as he glanced to the next page and there in a black-and-white picture was Malik, staring up at him from the page with that same stunning smile, and a small paragraph and at the bottom read.

'Malik Ishtar, from 1962 to 1981.'

"Malik," A few tears rolled down Bakura's cheeks as he hugged the open book to his chest… and smiled sadly as Malik had been too good to be true. When his stop came, Bakura tore out the photo of Malik and placed the book on to the seat next to him and left.

The months came and gone, and the large crowds of people stepped on and off the trains without a thought in their heads other than what they needed to get done… Malik still stood on the edge of the platform after so long watching the trains with heartbroken pools of liquid amethyst, now waiting for Bakura.

I think this would have to have to be the first straight forward one-shot I have ever down that hasn't the need to turn into a full blown-out story, go me! I'm hoping it was pretty clear and no confusion at all. R&R (Love and Marshmallows)