I Hate You, I Love You
By: Nakoruru
Rated:R
Summary: Bakura and Malik reflect on one another, their relationship, and what love means.
Chapter One - Ring
(Malik)
I could drown in his eyes.
Damn, that sounded...almost sappy. But I'm telling the truth. Since I met Bakura I can never help but to stare at his eyes. There are many stupid, insignificant individuals who think that the color brown is a 2-dimensional color, that it's only what you can see, since it usually comes so dark, if that makes any sense whatsoever. Probably not...
Bakura's eyes are indeed, rather dark, the color of dark chocolate in fact. (which has given me highly impure thoughts from time to time, but hell, who am I hurting?) He shows just about every emotion through them, since they mever seem to register on the rest of his face. Anger is an easy one. If I've purposely messed with his stuff to piss him off, and he notices (he always does) he's usually about ready to kill me, but refuses to let me have the satisfaction of seeing him in a complete rage. I know he thinks less of me since I am, of course, mortal; and he's mister Bow Down to Me You Pathetic Waste of Flesh, and this is partly because he has an EXTREMELY large ego. I mean really. Bakura can put Kaiba and the pharaoh to shame in that department...no, scratch that. Bakura is second ONLY to the prissy dragon. Bakura is sexy with his pride and 'fuck you too' attitude. Kaiba is just a pain in the ass. So it's different.
Still, he really needs to get a job. He's content to just live off the money I've amassed from the GHOULS and his own pocket cash, taken from some of the assholes at school. Nah, he refused to go, he just steals from them when we go 'out.' Heh...
Currently he's lying across the couch, passed-out drunk. I'm sitting on the other side flipping channels and eating a cheesecake he stole from the grocerystore.
Damn drunken-ass klepto...
At least he manages to bring back useful things. About a month ago I forgot my sister's birthday (long story) and I had...virtually no money on me at the time and about an hour to come up with something.
* * * * * * * * * *
"There's a new sex shop a few streets over." Bakura said, gesturing over his shoulder. "We could always pick up something from there."
I gave him a death glare. I may be a fucking idiot when it comes to certain things but I am not such a dickless moron that I would get my conservative older sister someting from a store that would probably blind her if she ever ended up in there by mistake. Plus, Rishid would know it was Bakura's idea and break his spine.
Bakura glared back. "There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"
"Everything's wrong with that, Bakura." I sighed, looking up at the sky in annoyance.
"How do you know she's not the kinky type?" He asked. Obviously, he's been itching to get in there himself. "You have no idea what she does with her spare time."
"And I suppose you do?"
"Of course." Bakura leered. "And let me just say, that it's a far cry from what you think she does all day."
"Bakura?"
"What?"
"Quit stalking my sister before I kill your ass."
"As if I'd allow you too." He snorted. "And here I was trying to be helpful for one. In fact I have something you could give her." He rummaged around in his jeans pockets for said 'something.' His jeans are so tight I was amazed that he could get his hands into the pockets at all. Not that I mind. "Here." He said, dropping a round, solid object into my palm. I held it to the streetlight.
Holy shit. It was a diamond ring- a single gem set in white gold, polished to within an inch of it's life, perfectly cut.
"Where the fuck did you get this?!" I hissed. We'd be so done if someone was looking for this.
The cocky bastard shrugged. "Found it, actually. In a bathroom."
"What bathroom?!"
"Doesn't matter." He turned to me, a hint of a smile in his eyes. "You have something for Isis now, yes? And no woman in her right mind woud turn down such a thing. Tell her it's from both of us. She'll be less suspicious that way."
"The hell she will..."
"Are you giving it back?"
"No."
"Then shut the hell up. Let's find a box to put it in to make it look like we bought it."
* * * * * * * * * *
To make a long story short, she loved it, gave us a weird look when I fed her that story, gave us both a hug that nearly eneded Bakura's immortal existance, and went off. So it worked out I guess.
Still, I wonder where in seven hells he got that ring from.
Anyway, he practically lives here now: Ryou has been seeing (dear gods) Yugi, of all people, and there's way too much sap in the house for any normal person to stand, so he packed up and now lives in my apartment. Having him here 24/7 means more sex, of course, but it also means that I get to find out all the little things about him that no one else but Ryou has ever seen. And use the more incriminating bits as blackmail. I can't wait.
Should I really continue this? It sucks, really.
~Nakoruru~
By: Nakoruru
Rated:R
Summary: Bakura and Malik reflect on one another, their relationship, and what love means.
Chapter One - Ring
(Malik)
I could drown in his eyes.
Damn, that sounded...almost sappy. But I'm telling the truth. Since I met Bakura I can never help but to stare at his eyes. There are many stupid, insignificant individuals who think that the color brown is a 2-dimensional color, that it's only what you can see, since it usually comes so dark, if that makes any sense whatsoever. Probably not...
Bakura's eyes are indeed, rather dark, the color of dark chocolate in fact. (which has given me highly impure thoughts from time to time, but hell, who am I hurting?) He shows just about every emotion through them, since they mever seem to register on the rest of his face. Anger is an easy one. If I've purposely messed with his stuff to piss him off, and he notices (he always does) he's usually about ready to kill me, but refuses to let me have the satisfaction of seeing him in a complete rage. I know he thinks less of me since I am, of course, mortal; and he's mister Bow Down to Me You Pathetic Waste of Flesh, and this is partly because he has an EXTREMELY large ego. I mean really. Bakura can put Kaiba and the pharaoh to shame in that department...no, scratch that. Bakura is second ONLY to the prissy dragon. Bakura is sexy with his pride and 'fuck you too' attitude. Kaiba is just a pain in the ass. So it's different.
Still, he really needs to get a job. He's content to just live off the money I've amassed from the GHOULS and his own pocket cash, taken from some of the assholes at school. Nah, he refused to go, he just steals from them when we go 'out.' Heh...
Currently he's lying across the couch, passed-out drunk. I'm sitting on the other side flipping channels and eating a cheesecake he stole from the grocerystore.
Damn drunken-ass klepto...
At least he manages to bring back useful things. About a month ago I forgot my sister's birthday (long story) and I had...virtually no money on me at the time and about an hour to come up with something.
* * * * * * * * * *
"There's a new sex shop a few streets over." Bakura said, gesturing over his shoulder. "We could always pick up something from there."
I gave him a death glare. I may be a fucking idiot when it comes to certain things but I am not such a dickless moron that I would get my conservative older sister someting from a store that would probably blind her if she ever ended up in there by mistake. Plus, Rishid would know it was Bakura's idea and break his spine.
Bakura glared back. "There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"
"Everything's wrong with that, Bakura." I sighed, looking up at the sky in annoyance.
"How do you know she's not the kinky type?" He asked. Obviously, he's been itching to get in there himself. "You have no idea what she does with her spare time."
"And I suppose you do?"
"Of course." Bakura leered. "And let me just say, that it's a far cry from what you think she does all day."
"Bakura?"
"What?"
"Quit stalking my sister before I kill your ass."
"As if I'd allow you too." He snorted. "And here I was trying to be helpful for one. In fact I have something you could give her." He rummaged around in his jeans pockets for said 'something.' His jeans are so tight I was amazed that he could get his hands into the pockets at all. Not that I mind. "Here." He said, dropping a round, solid object into my palm. I held it to the streetlight.
Holy shit. It was a diamond ring- a single gem set in white gold, polished to within an inch of it's life, perfectly cut.
"Where the fuck did you get this?!" I hissed. We'd be so done if someone was looking for this.
The cocky bastard shrugged. "Found it, actually. In a bathroom."
"What bathroom?!"
"Doesn't matter." He turned to me, a hint of a smile in his eyes. "You have something for Isis now, yes? And no woman in her right mind woud turn down such a thing. Tell her it's from both of us. She'll be less suspicious that way."
"The hell she will..."
"Are you giving it back?"
"No."
"Then shut the hell up. Let's find a box to put it in to make it look like we bought it."
* * * * * * * * * *
To make a long story short, she loved it, gave us a weird look when I fed her that story, gave us both a hug that nearly eneded Bakura's immortal existance, and went off. So it worked out I guess.
Still, I wonder where in seven hells he got that ring from.
Anyway, he practically lives here now: Ryou has been seeing (dear gods) Yugi, of all people, and there's way too much sap in the house for any normal person to stand, so he packed up and now lives in my apartment. Having him here 24/7 means more sex, of course, but it also means that I get to find out all the little things about him that no one else but Ryou has ever seen. And use the more incriminating bits as blackmail. I can't wait.
Should I really continue this? It sucks, really.
~Nakoruru~
