Because I love you

Pairing: Thiefshipping

Warnings: use of curse words, fluff

Disclaimer: I'm just a little Yu-gi-oh-bsessed fangirl and don't own anything.

Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop after drop. I watch them fall. Their descend is graceful, the light reflecting and breaking on the water's cold surface, but when their journey ends they shatter. Like tears.

It's as if the ceiling is crying for me. I myself don't have any tears left in my body.

There hasn't been one day on which I didn't cry since he died. Disappeared. Ceased to exist. Because of the pharaoh.

Hasn't the nameless ancient ruler already caused enough pain to my people. My clan. Me. Because of him I had to live in darkness. Had my own father cut those damnable marks into my back. Burn the memory of the pharaoh into my flesh. And now he stole my love as well.

I didn't even get to tell him how I feel…

The grey ceiling keeps dripping, my shattered heart keeps freezing. The cold of the desert night is nothing compared to the arctic temperatures in my very core.

I shiver. Need his warmth. His conniving smirks. Those russet orbs boring into me, seeing through me.

"Stop whining you bloody wanker!" he'd say, that annoyed glint in his eyes, scowling.

Oh how much I wish to hear his voice. Listen to his evil planning and insane cackling.

A lone tear escapes my right eye and joins the water droplets, bursting into tiny crystals as it hits the floor. Others follow and soon I'm a sobbing wreck, shedding tears I didn't know I had still left.

Suddenly something warm touches my back. A hand. And an all too familiar voice reaches my ears.

"Stop whining you bloody wanker! Where's the proud bratty Marik Ishtar I know?"

My head shots up, eyes widening in disbelief. My gaze comes to rest upon an ethereal being. Fair skin, like marble, perfect. Pale pink lips curved into a lazy grin. Russet eyes framed by white lashes and thick untamed hair the colour of snow.

"B-Bakura?" I stutter his name.

"Yes Marik, it's me. Surprised to see your old partner in crime again?"

"Bakura! I-I missed you…"

My voice is barely above a whisper, the words meaning so much to me so hard to say. I want him to know how I feel. I really do. But… I don't know if I'll ever manage.

"I can see that." he states, a strange emotion I cannot quite place lacing his tone.

He reaches out, his hands touching the sides of my face. With his thumbs he wipes away my tears, his touch leaving a tingling sensation, my cheeks heating up in a blush.

"It's why I came back. For you." he breathes.

And then his lips are on mine. Soft. Softer than I ever imagined him to be.

The tingling spreads through my whole body, my entire being heating up, the hottest part being my lips. My heartbeat quickens, my hands grab at the garment covering his chest as I return the kiss. We mingle together, become one.

His lips part slightly, tongue sneaking out to prod and ask for entrance for my mouth, which I gladly grant. Wet muscles meet, dancing, caressing, exploring. We don't have to fight for dominance as I immediately let him take over and explore my cavern.

It's a dream come true and only as his right hand, that left my cheek in favour of my hair, tugs hard enough at the blonde strands to hurt I believe, know, it is reality.

Much too soon we have to break apart for air. Greedily we take in deep gulps of much needed oxygen.

I open my eyes, which I haven't realized I closed, to see he is in a similar position as I, face flushed, panting heavily and gaze glazed over.

His hands drop from their positions on my head and our fingers intertwine.

"Because I love you."