[Team sonic] amends
I love this pairing, but I'm so bad at writing them. Here's more of that post-canon Yugioh fic I'm working on.
First words from Geometries
"Go away." The voice comes through the door muffled but Malik can still make out the annoyance in the tone.
Malik knocks on the door again, not giving up. "I'm not going away," he calls out, loud enough so he's sure Ryou can hear him. Maybe if he makes enough noise, Ryou will let him in just to spare the neighbors.
He knocks again, louder this time.
"Will you stop that? You're disturbing the neighbors," Ryou predictably hisses as he finally wrenches the door open, giving Malik just enough space to elbow his way inside.
He glances around at the inside of Ryou's apartment. It's messier than he expected. Ryou has textbooks and schoolwork scattered over a nearby table as well as several figurines for some game. There's even a small pile of dirty laundry waiting in a corner for attention.
"I'm still mad at you," Ryou says, eyes narrowed.
Malik nods. "I know."
"I'm not the Thief," Ryou continues, letting the words spill out like a flood he'd been holding back for a while. "He's long gone, and he's not coming back. I'm just trying to put the pieces of my life back together now. So I don't appreciate being treated like him by you. Listen, I can't even remember most of what happened during Battle City. So if you're just hanging out with me because you miss your old partner in crime you can fuck right off back to Egypt."
Malik takes a step back, not expecting to see Ryou's polite persona crack like this. But he knows he deserves this for behaving like an idiot yesterday. He knows what it's like to have someone look at you and see someone else. He sometimes sees it in Isis' eyes when she thinks he isn't paying attention.
"I'm sorry," he says. He's not sure what else he can say to make amends.
Ryou doesn't say anything, just looks him over with suspicious eyes like he's calculating the sincerity of Malik's words. After a silence which seems to last ages, Ryou sighs.
"I'm still mad at you," he says quietly.
A glimpse of life inside Ryou's apartment gives Malik a sudden idea. "Perhaps we just need to get to know each other better," he begins. "The real me and the real you. Start from the beginning again." He reaches his hand out. "I'm Malik, and I'm kinda obsessed with motorcycles." He tries to put the most sincere smile on his face, but he's sure it looks dumb stretched across his features.
Ryou doesn't take his hand, but he does let out a quiet laugh. "Okay," he says. "Maybe that's okay."
Malik grins, feeling a little less tense than before. "Hey, I can give you a ride on my motorcycle if you want?"
Ryou quickly shakes his head, turning a lighter shade of pale Malik didn't know was possible. "No thanks. I've got some homework to catch up on." He gestures vaguely to his stack of books.
"Business, right?" Malik sorta remembers Ryou mentioning before taking business courses at the local college.
Ryou nods as Malik heads towards the door to leave.
"Next time we hang out, you should tell me more about it," Malik suggests.
He leaves the apartment and returns to where he'd parked his motorcycle earlier. He's already itching to get out on the road again, feel the wind against his face as he thinks over everything that had happened. There's nothing better than the open road to put his mind at ease.
First words from Geometries
"Go away." The voice comes through the door muffled but Malik can still make out the annoyance in the tone.
Malik knocks on the door again, not giving up. "I'm not going away," he calls out, loud enough so he's sure Ryou can hear him. Maybe if he makes enough noise, Ryou will let him in just to spare the neighbors.
He knocks again, louder this time.
"Will you stop that? You're disturbing the neighbors," Ryou predictably hisses as he finally wrenches the door open, giving Malik just enough space to elbow his way inside.
He glances around at the inside of Ryou's apartment. It's messier than he expected. Ryou has textbooks and schoolwork scattered over a nearby table as well as several figurines for some game. There's even a small pile of dirty laundry waiting in a corner for attention.
"I'm still mad at you," Ryou says, eyes narrowed.
Malik nods. "I know."
"I'm not the Thief," Ryou continues, letting the words spill out like a flood he'd been holding back for a while. "He's long gone, and he's not coming back. I'm just trying to put the pieces of my life back together now. So I don't appreciate being treated like him by you. Listen, I can't even remember most of what happened during Battle City. So if you're just hanging out with me because you miss your old partner in crime you can fuck right off back to Egypt."
Malik takes a step back, not expecting to see Ryou's polite persona crack like this. But he knows he deserves this for behaving like an idiot yesterday. He knows what it's like to have someone look at you and see someone else. He sometimes sees it in Isis' eyes when she thinks he isn't paying attention.
"I'm sorry," he says. He's not sure what else he can say to make amends.
Ryou doesn't say anything, just looks him over with suspicious eyes like he's calculating the sincerity of Malik's words. After a silence which seems to last ages, Ryou sighs.
"I'm still mad at you," he says quietly.
A glimpse of life inside Ryou's apartment gives Malik a sudden idea. "Perhaps we just need to get to know each other better," he begins. "The real me and the real you. Start from the beginning again." He reaches his hand out. "I'm Malik, and I'm kinda obsessed with motorcycles." He tries to put the most sincere smile on his face, but he's sure it looks dumb stretched across his features.
Ryou doesn't take his hand, but he does let out a quiet laugh. "Okay," he says. "Maybe that's okay."
Malik grins, feeling a little less tense than before. "Hey, I can give you a ride on my motorcycle if you want?"
Ryou quickly shakes his head, turning a lighter shade of pale Malik didn't know was possible. "No thanks. I've got some homework to catch up on." He gestures vaguely to his stack of books.
"Business, right?" Malik sorta remembers Ryou mentioning before taking business courses at the local college.
Ryou nods as Malik heads towards the door to leave.
"Next time we hang out, you should tell me more about it," Malik suggests.
He leaves the apartment and returns to where he'd parked his motorcycle earlier. He's already itching to get out on the road again, feel the wind against his face as he thinks over everything that had happened. There's nothing better than the open road to put his mind at ease.