A/N: You guys I am so so sorry that this took so long to get up. I have excuses upon excuses...but they're just excuses.

Too much time has passed for the second part of Crush to be Christmas or New Year's themed, but to make up for it, I'll add flashbacks of each time, both in Bakura and Ryou's POV's. However, the main focus is Valentine's Day.

Hopefully you guys are still with me.

Curtains!

Chapter One - Ask Cupid!

"Woe is me. Woe is me. Woe is me. Woe is-"

Bakura chucked his recently sharpened pencil at Yami. "Shut the fuck up."

Yami gave him a dark look and pulled the pencil out of his hair. "You poked a hole in my hair, asshole. And you out of all people should understand why I'm so upset."

Bakura's eyebrows raised and he snorted. "I'm not the one that's been rejected. I just haven't gotten an answer yet."

Yami smirked. "Because he's ignoring you."

The white-haired boy fought the temptation to punch his friend in the eye. Thinking about the freshman only served to piss Bakura off. Yami knew that was a sore spot for him right now. Bakura turned his head away. "Whatever."

Yami set the pencil on the table. "Are you finally going to tell me what happened between you two, or am I going to have to continue to guess?"

Bakura met his friends eyes. Yami was honestly curious. He sighed and leaned back on the couch. "It happened at the Christmas party."

Yami's jaw dropped. "I thought you guys hit off then! What did you do?"

"I kissed him."

"Is that really so bad?"

Bakura huffed and closed his eyes. "With him it is. Now listen."

(Flashback)

The party was in full swing. Many of their peers from the junior and senior class were here, along with some sophmores and only selective freshmen. They were either dancing, mingling by the food, or goofing around with the sound system and karaoke machine. The atmosphere was light and friendly. You couldn't not be in a good mood.

Only, Bakura had just started to enjoy himself.

He started off with the whole group earlier, but everyone eventually broke off to do their own thing. Anzu was currently being chatted up by the quiet boy of the senior class, Otogi Ryuji. Thankfully, her jealous boyfriend, Hisao Akio, wasn't there to see. Normally she'd be turning down boys left and right, but he was an exception tonight. And she tapping her nose, an obvious sign of her responding accordingly to his advances.

Katsuya and Shizuka had gone over to dapple in the karaoke. Neither sounded very attractive on the mic, but egged each other on anyway. Seto had followed, intending only to stick by his crush through out the party. He was eventually pulled to the middle of the floor and forced to sing with Katsuya. Once it was over, the way Seto was feeling was written all over his face, and Katsuya only sported a light blush.

Yami eventually located Yugi and Ryou talking awkwardly amongst themselves. They were two of the few freshman actually invited to Yami's party. After a few minutes, and a loud wail of 'this is my song!' from Yugi, Yami was pulled to dance. Yugi clearly had skills and had Yami struggling to keep up.

Bakura felt more comfortable on the wall, it kept him from getting annoyed and hurting someone, and Ryou came over to join him.

He wasn't sure how long the two had been standing there talking, but he did know that Ryou was the only source of some happiness the whole night. He only went to Yami's Christmas parties because he was his best friend, and this was their last one. Looking at Ryou, he realized he never felt more bummed about being a senior.

He and Ryou had been spending time together since they made their deal. Bakura would never admit it to everyone in case his reputation was trashed, but he enjoyed having the boy to himself.

It was also agonizing. The senior wanted more than just talking and walking the freshman idiot to class. He wanted to claim him already. He'd spent enough time pining after the boy. When would the time come to kiss him?

Bakura started and remembered a possible solution to his problem. He glanced up, and sure enough, the little green thing was hanging above them. They weren't directly under it, but who cared?

"Ryou."

The shorter boy looked up at him with a smile. Bakura couldn't help but smile back. "Yea?"

Bakura was tempted to look around to make sure no one was paying attention, but decided against it. He was Bakura, and if anyone had anything to say, he'd simply kick their ass.

With that thought, he leaned in and pressed his lips to Ryou's.

It only lasted for a few seconds, but it was enough for the older teen. Ryou's lips were so soft, so warm...And the boy was starting to respond back...

Ryou stiffened and pushed him away. "Oh God."

Confusion washed over Bakura. "You didn't like it?"

Ryou didn't answer, but he looked just as confused as Bakura felt. And...was he scared? "I didn't want it!"

The boy rushed off, leaving Bakura on the wall by himself.

(End Flashback)

"Wow Bakura. I didn't think you were such a bad kisser."

Bakura growled. "Shut up Yami! This is serious. I don't even know what happened."

Yami sighed and went to sit by his friend on the couch. "Have you talked to him since then?"

Bakura came to conclusion that his friend was stupid. "Don't you think if I had talked to him by now, I wouldn't be feeling so shitty? He's been ignoring my calls, and when I stalk his house, he doesn't let me in."

"I probably wouldn't let you in either," Bakura gave him a warning glare, "but maybe he's just overwhelmed right now and has to figure out the way he feels."

The white-haired boy snorted. "I called for a love doctor?"

Yami kicked Bakura in the thigh. "I'm only trying to help you, ass hole. At least you and Ryou have something. Yugi doesn't even like me." He sighed. "We go back to school next week. Maybe he'll be willing to talk to you then."

Bakura closed his eyes and leaned his head on the pillows. Perhaps Yami was right. The kid had to be some type of smart, considering he was allowed to a skip a grade when he was younger. He could be onto something.

Maybe things would get better at school.

Things at school were definitely not better.

Bakura slammed the front door and stormed through the house. It was good his mom wasn't home yet. He didn't want to hear her mouth about his mood.

Bakura had left the house that morning in a good mood. His mother didn't ask questions, but he shocked her stiff when he accepted her hug. The day was going to be better. It had been two weeks since he'd seen Ryou, and hoped the boy had himself together.

His mood crashed as soon as he got to school. It wasn't hard to find the freshman in the morning. He was always at his locker, arranging it like he did everyday before school started. Bakura was sure that the two were going to talk, but when Ryou had seen Bakura, he slammed his locker shut and bolted.

Throughout the rest of the day it became clear that Ryou was avoiding Bakura like the plague, only serving to piss him off. And because Ryou pissed him off, he went back to doing what he did best.

He hadn't felt any remorse for making anyone cry or hurt. He was angry, and he and Ryou's bet was long over. Now he could go back into his routine full force. It was a good thing; people were getting too used to Bakura's change in attitude and weren't cowering from him in terror. He corrected that quickly.

His friends were useless. They had their own relationship issues which annoyed the fuck out of him.

Yami was pining after Yugi like a lost puppy, and the freshman was trying to make it clear to Yami that they weren't going to happen. Needless to say, Yami was just as pissed as Bakura. Although he wasn't as dangerous, Yami's tounge was fierce and he'd hurt a lot of feelings.

Seto and Katsuya couldn't themselves together. It was obvious Seto was head-over-heels for the junior and vice versa, but each of their reputations and personalities were getting in the way. Seto was an arrogant bastard, and had a hard time showing affection, much less controlling the way he treated people. Though they were all his friends, Seto had a habit of putting them down. By now they'd all come to accept that that's just who he was, but it was difficult not to beat the boys ass. Katsuya, however, was promiscuous and a very wanted character at school. It was no secret that he was a fan of one night stands, girl and boy alike, and it was rare that he kept one single partner for too long. He didn't trust other very well either. He was very suspicious, and growing up with a bastard of a dad who'd left him on his own didn't help either. The two were now pissed off at each other, and had been since the Christmas party. Seto went home with Katsuya and things went from there.

Otogi was infatuated with Anzu, and Anzu was clearly feeling the same way. But she was stuck with that idiot of a boyfriend, and she seemed to be going through issues recently. She'd been coming to school more depressed than usual.

And because everyone decided to have their own problems the same day he did, no one was really able to help him.

Bakura entered his room, threw his book bag against the wall, and started punching every available surface. What was he supposed to do now that Ryou was ignoring him? He still couldn't figure out why. The kiss couldn't have been that bad. Ryou had to have felt the same things he did. And the younger boy had begun to respond back!

Was this one of those bumps in the road that everyone seemed to have? Or was he being tested? He hated being tested. He always failed pop quizzes!

Bakura realized that he wouldn't be able to figure this out himself. With a new determination, he sat as his desk, turned on the computer, and loaded a search engine on the browser. Carefully he typed in his question. Why is my partner ignoring me?

Bakura almost let himself get deterred the by 5,000,000 and counting results, but he was sure he could hold on. His reading skills were good enough to carry him through the process for a couple of hours.

However, it was only half an hour later when Bakura let out a wail. Nothing was matching up with his current problem. Probably because he wasn't fucking Ryou yet, but still, there had to be something that could help him. Frustrated, he clicked on the fifth page. The first link caught his eye. Cupid Answers! Let the god of love answer your questions. Who else better than the one who decides who gets a love stick up their ass?

Was Bakura really this desperate?

He was.

Bakura clicked, and the new page loaded quickly. The background was a sickening pink, and at the top was a graphic of a baby holding a bow and arrow. The bow was shaped like a heart, and the arrow had a heart end. In the baby's diaper were more of the arrows. Under the baby, small black text told Bakura to type his question in the box below.

The question was a bit different this time. How do I get with the boy of my sexual fantasies? Bakura pressed enter and another window popped up. This page was pink as well, and the picture of the baby had changed to look like it was about to shoot an arrow at Bakura. Under the baby was more text. Thanks for your question!Don't close this window screen. Give it a few minutes and you'll have the answer you need. In the meantime, open your window.

Bakura frowned. What kind of request was that? Nevertheless, Bakura got up to open the window. However, as soon as the window opened a crack, something small and round came sailing through. Practically letting out a roar, Bakura pushed the window all the way up and leaned out to see who threw the damn rock. No one was out. Must have been some good runners.

Bakura turned and dropped to the floor, scanning it for the rock. He found it in time, raising his eyebrows when he picked it up. It wasn't a rock at all, but a pink ball about the size of a marble. There was writing on the marble. He turned it so he could read. If you receive this ball, knock it three times and throw gently on the floor.

Bakura's lips tightened into a thin line. He was sure his mother had told him about following directions of strange balls, but what harm could it do? Bakura knocked the ball on the leg of his desk and then plopped back down on the floor and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And was deciding to smash the ball when the writing disappeared and the ball started shaking. Panic washed over Bakura. I caught a pokemon! He shook the thought out his head and braced himself for whatever was about to happen.

The ball rolled around three times and stopped, cracking right down the middle. The halves fell apart, and wispy pink mist was floating up. Bakura's hard look turned to one of surprise when the mist started swirling around and taking the shape of a person. The first things that were completely visible were hands and feet. Then came the arms and legs, a torso, a diaper covered bottom, and finally the head and face of a grinning boy. The boy had red eyes and black curls, and white wings were attached to his back.

What. The. Fuck.

The boy looked down and noticed Bakura. He allowed himself to float down until they were sitting right in front of each other. His eyes were twinkling with mischief. "So you're the one who called me. I'm glad. You're pretty cute."

Bakura's jaw dropped. Was he coming onto him? "Who are you?"

The boy raised on of his eyebrows. "Well the site's name was 'Ask Cupid'...and I'm definitely in a diaper. But if you feel weird calling me that, I suppose you can use my more common name." He held his hand out. "I'm Kile."

Bakura smacked the boy's hand away. "This is a load of bullshit. Who put you up to this?"

Kile sighed and pushed his curls back. "I'm really not in the mood to explain myself, especially when I'm distracted by other things." He gave a pointed look to the middle of Bakura's legs. Bakura promptly stood up and moved away. "I'm Cupid, the guy of Valentine's Day and all that shit, and I'm here to help you." He paused and smirked. "Or maybe we can help each other."

"Alright, first, I'm not fucking a guy in a diaper, no matter how cute you are."

Kile stood up and smiled. "You think I'm cute?"

"Second, if you're going to help me with my problem, then you need to put some clothes on. My mom will flip out and call one of her girly friends or something. I don't need them thinking we're in here role-playing."

Kile pouted and snapped his fingers. His diaper was now replaced with tight red jeans, a black v-neck long sleeve under a black vest, and black boots. Bakura did what he could not to oogle the boy. "Now that I have on more clothes than necessary, which don't seem to be helping your wandering eye," Bakura looked away, "what's the problem?"

Bakura sat on his bed, just to put as much between them as he could, and explained what was going on. From the time he and Ryou met the bet to now, including his friends problems. Kile listened intently, nodding on some parts. When he finished, Kile whistled. "Well, this is going to take a lot more than I thought." He shook his head. "A freshman? How old is he, fourteen?"

Bakura actually blushed, and mentally cursed himself. He was too tough to blush. It wasn't like he hadn't thought about the age difference. He just ignored it. In his eyes, age was just a number, especially when someone as cute as Ryou was in the picture.

Kile went on. "Alright, I'll help you, but on one condition."

"No!" Bakura fell back on the bed. "Conditions are what got me into this mess."

Kile took advantage of Bakura's current position and climbed over him. Bakura attempted to push him off, but Kile grabbed his wrists and held them to the bed. "It's nothing bad, I promise. All of your friends are having problems, and I don't want to leave without helping them as well. Besides, nothing comes without a price. If you want my help, then you have to help me get your friends in order. Only when they're together with their mates will you get together with this Ryou guy. Understood?"

Bakura sighed. Like earlier, he was desperate. "Fine. Deal."

Kile smirked. "Great. And if you and Ryou don't work out, then maybe we can..." He trailed off and lowered his groin to grind against Bakura. Bakura flipped the boy off the bed.

"That will never happen. Keep your fucking penis to yourself!"

A/N: How's that for a first chapter? Honestly, I think Kile is pretty cute for a cupid. *starry eyes*

Reviews are love guys!

Posted 1/27

Update 2/5/13 - Anzu has a boyfriend now! Her plot has changed a little.