Disclaimer: Yugioh or Bakura or not mine… if Bakura was mine I'd be sending him out to steal for me. But since I'm still poor this means he's not mine… yeah
A small gift I made for my friend who loves Bakura and Kitties. Probably the most… interesting peace of writing I have ever done.
If you like this has some amazing Bakura oneshots (especially check out"Distractions") which is much better
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He hated them, all five of them. In fact, he wasn't sure which he hated more: their constant noise or the fact that she loved them so much.
Probably the latter.
Kit glanced up at him from her seat on the large couch, her five cats cuddled around her, all purring and begging for her attention as she sat reading some book.
"Why do you like them so much?"
She just grinned up at him from her cocoon of pillows and felines, a sparkle in her eyes that made him want to either stab her with a large knife or kiss her senseless. Seeing his expression change, her small grin turned into a playful smile as she threw his question right back at him.
"Why do you hate them so much?"
He looked down at the mass of furballs that stared back as if daring him to try to get near their mistress. "Because they are nothing but fuzzy, possessive, moody, unpredictable animals."
For some reason, she found this funny, because she suddenly burst out into a fit of giggles. Bakura gritted his teeth together, trying—and failing—to keep his temper in check. As her laughter lessened, one of the cats gave a small, annoyed mew—obviously irritated that she wasn't paying it her full attention—and started to purr loudly as it rubbed its head against her arm. Rolling her eyes, Kit started to stroke the small black cat, causing the animal to squeak contently.
The Great Yami Bakura, King of Thieves, was not about to be outdone by a bunch of animals. Roughly, he pushed himself into the mass of felines, sitting very close to his brunette.
Startled, Kit looked up at him as he leaned toward her. To his pleasure, he saw that familiar tint of red spreading across her face as he slowly—dramatically—closed the distance between them.
"I can do that, too," he purred into her ear as he gave her cheek a playful lick. "I can get your attention just as well."
"I never said you couldn't," she choked out. A smirk unfurled across his face as his skin touched hers, enjoying the reaction to his actions.
"I'm just marking my property."
"…You're being… very odd… just because of a bunch of cats."
"Hmm, might as well draw the line somewhere."
"I'm not sure what that means."
He chuckled, his warm breath caressing her cheek. "I'm only letting those annoying creatures live because you like them…. Remember that."
"Um… Thank you?"
He was just starting to truly enjoy himself when one of the vile beasts somehow wedged itself between him and his treasure. Kit let out a small laugh as the orange cat gave a little cry, rubbing its head affectionately under her chin.
"Damn animal," Bakura hissed, grabbing it and tossing it off the couch.
"He—"
The thief cut off her protest, capturing her in a fiery kiss. When he broke away, he smiled at her shocked expression.
"I said, you're mine."
She bit her lip, trying to compose herself—and failing, but that was part of what so attracted him to her. From her left, one of the black ones meowed again. She glanced at it, smiling, as he scowled.
"But," she whispered, "they remind me of you."