"Steady… steady now…"
The hot sands of Egypt seemed a distant memory. This was blistering, freezing cold. Cold that brought a numb sensation to his hands, thighs…
Shakily, he let go of the railing.
There was a thud, and a cracking sensation. The ice was ok, but Yami's ass was frozen solid and bruised.
"Bakura, I think you take some sadistic pleasure from watching me fall."
Smirk.
"So maybe I do."
Growl.
"It's not funny!"
Leer.
"But I love watching the pharaoh make a fool of himself!"
Snarl.
"And just how did you get so good?"
There was an awkward silence.
"A ridiculously dumb American movie about two men who team up as figure skaters and are… how shall I say… gay for each other?"
More silence.
"You mean like us?"
Pondering.
"Without the ridiculous spandex uniforms."
Stillness, then.
"Can we go? I feel like an idiot."
Yami felt worse when they got off the ice. After falling on his ass all those times, with his hand in Bakura's, he'd skated so easily. And his legs WEREN'T shaking.
Maybe there was something to that movie after all… And without hesitation, he spoke.
"Can we watch that movie?"
Bakura pulled a copy out of nowhere.
"Of course."
Smile. Two arms, two hands, together. Walking into the sunset. Hand in hand.
Fade to black… fin.