One Hundred Promises
1. Introduction
There was no way this could possibly be real. But it was. It certainly was, and he was not the type of person to dwell on it, even as he watched his lover roll haphazardly around on the bed next to him. And to think it had all started with an aggravated introduction. The brunette shifted in place, letting the thief consume more of his bed in the process. A simple introduction.
Bakura had been moodier than hell that day. It was easy to see. The CEO wasn't stupid, nor was he particularly interested in messing with someone who looked like he could rip someone's face off with his teeth. Or worse, kidnap his brother again. He scowled every time he thought about that. But he'd never had to actually talk to the crazed thief and he'd never intended to until Ryou pleaded with him to come to that blasted Christmas party that Yugi and his half wit dweeb friends were throwing. He promised he'd come…but only for Mokuba's sake. He would have rather been any other place in the world.
Especially knowing that the moody thief was eyeballing his presence.
"What, pray tell, would bring you to a little shit gathering like this?" Bakura had asked, seemingly amused, but probably not.
"I'm here because of my brother." Seto replied, ignoring the tone of voice.
The white haired man laughed, "Is that so? That's almost absurd."
"You're Bakura, aren't you? The thief? The one that Yami wants to kill so badly, probably with good reason?"
Bakura stopped laughing, "No. My name is 'Go fuck yourself and die.' How bout you?'
"I'm amused. Yami must be a touchy subject for you. Since you seemed to take offense to his name being mentioned."
"I'm going to hit you, Kaiba."
"Hit the right side please." Seto smirked back to the mood-swinging challenger.
Bakura paused and glared Seto down for a few moments. He was confused by the way Seto egged him on. He was too used to being directly banished by Yami. His life was too dull because he had to behave on behalf of the fucking pharaoh. Now this arrogant bastard was trying to show him with a bigger ego. It was hard to say who had the bigger ego here though…
"What are you doing?" Bakura asked heatedly as he watched Seto push a chair against the window next to his little hiding spot from the rest of the happy morons.
"I'm sulking in the corner with you. Misery loves Company. My name happens to be Company. And you look like a Misery to me."
There was no clever retort to that. Seto won that battle. Bakura sat in that corner criticizing the do-gooders to a pair of ears that were actually listening.
Seto always smiled thinking about that. Who would have thought that Misery really would love Company? And perhaps, Company needed a little Misery too.
To be Continued...
A/N: This is my favorite pairing ever. I'm trying to keep it as in character as I can, but I kinda wrote some of these a long while ago. It's a one hundred theme challenge that I do hope to finish, but also make an actual plot with it.