Yami yugi just plain yami

Yami bakura just plain bakura

Thoughts

(lyrics of songs)

Don't own anything here except the plot.

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"Bakura, Yugi and everyone are coming over."

Bakura looked up from the television. Annoyance was clearly seen through his eyes. So did disappointment and something else Ryou thought he imagined. Nervousness?

"Why here?" Bakura asked in monotone. He turned back to the television, not really sure on what to feel. On one hand, he was frustrated that the house would be filled with unnecessary people doing unnecessary things like unnecessary gossip or what they would like to call as 'catching up on one another's life'. On the other hand, though, he would be there. And boy did the other hand look huge compared to the first one.

"Because we've been everywhere else too much." Ryou shrugged. "We felt the need for a change in scenery." Ryou's eyes lingered on the door for awhile before looking away.

"Change of scenery my arse," Bakura snorted. "You've been no where but here since last week." He joined Ryou with staring at the door for a small while. Bakura half expected them to be there. In fact, he already had his usual 'i-don't-give-a-shit-about-the-world-or-you' look. If they do come over, he would either have to A: lock himself in his room or B: get out. Not only because of Ryou's overly annoying friends but also because of him. He is the one person Bakura had no idea how to react to. Anymore at least. A long time ago, Bakura had come to a startling conclusion that he liked him. He likey liked him. Soon after, he couldn't even stand being in the same room as him. Obviously, no one suspected anything because that's how Bakura always acted before him anyway.

"When will they get here?" Bakura asked carefully. One wrong slip and Ryou might discover his secret. His hikari wasn't that dumb that he knew.

"Pretty soon," Ryou answered and made a grab for the remote. For once, Bakura had no intentions to get it back. Instead, he ran a hand through his long, white hair feeling very conscious.

"I'm going to my room," the tomb robber mumbled before zipping up the stairs.

Once inside, Bakura locked the door and threw his closet doors open.

"Hmm.. No… too tight.. too loose.. too light.. too big.. too ugh.. too itchy.. I should remind myself to burn this shirt.."

Random pieces of clothing were being thrown into the air. Bakura looked at shirt after shirt, trying to decide which ever hell looked best. Finally, he spotted a plain collared shirt. Bakura took off his shirt and quickly put on the new one. He faced the mirror to eye himself critically before grabbing a brush to neaten his hair.

Satisfied, Bakura was about to leave when he froze. Why was he making a big deal about what Yami would think? Hell, the guy never gave me a third glance. The tomb robber took off his shirt just to be replaced by the black one he previously wore. Half way through, he changed his mind and wore the blue shirt again. Just as he finished tugging the fabric on him, he took off the shirt and wore the black one again. Ryou would get suspicious if I change, Bakura firmly decided to end his debate. After dumping all his clothes in his closet unceremoniously, he went down again.

When he sat down on the couch, he found himself staring at the door. Bakura mentally slapped himself and smoothed his shirt. He forced himself to enjoy Ryou's dumb, corny show but couldn't. Soon Ryou began to worry.

"Bakki, are you all right? What's wrong?" Ryou asked sincerely.

"How bout the fact that they're coming?" Bakura asked sarcastically. Complete with rolling eyes.

(I'm tugging at my hair

I'm pulling at my clothes

I'm trying to keep my cool

I know it shows)

Ryou sighed and stood up from the couch. Bakura watched in slight amusement as the dent Ryou made slowly popped back into its original shape. "You know I don't mean that," he said over his shoulder as he left the room.

DINGDONG!

"Bakura, could you get that?" Ryou called from the kitchen.

"No," he said but stood up anyway. He walked to the door and took a deep breath. "Here goes," Bakura muttered before opening the door.

"Bakura."

Bakura wanted to smile. He really did. Instead of the usual skin-tight leather Yami was bonded to, he now wore a slightly loose polo (green) and a pair of khaki pants. Bakura had once read that polo-wearing people made great ukes because it was easy to— Bakura mentally smacked himself.

The taller spirit grinned devilishly. "I knew the day would come when you'd get tired of all the stares you'd been getting." Yami gave him a hard look.

Yugi, having had enough of being left inside, tugged on Bakura's sleeve. "Can we go in?" Bakura stepped aside, letting everyone in. Well, he had to stop himself from the slamming the door in front of Anzu. Yami kept his eyes on Bakura's brown ones. Bakura felt the need to look away so he turned his head as if amused by something outside until he felt Yami look away.

(I'm staring at my feet

My cheeks are turning red

I'm trying to search the words

Inside my head)

Closing the door, Bakura glanced at Yami's back again. Ra, he looks good, he couldn't help think. He really should ditch the leather more often.

"Hey idiot!" Bakura called out before he could stop himself. Yami glared at him.

"You look—" Bakura caught himself before he could say the word great. That was close. "—human. You actually look human. Wow," he said sarcastically.

"Don't worry; I hate you too," Yami said dryly before turning to Jou. Bakura sighed.

That was close. Too close.

(It don't do me any good

It's just a waste of time

What use is it to use

What's on my mind)

To distract himself, Bakura let his eyes trail on Yugi and his friends. Yugi, he had to admit, was okay. Or maybe you're just reminded by someone, suggested his mind. Bakura scowled at Jou and Honda. Jou would be tolerable if he wasn't so intolerable and no one would really care if Honda dies. Finally, he turned to Anzu only to flinch and look away at once. Even the mere sight of her irritated him. Especially now when she's been standing next to Yami. Not that that's out of the blue.

"I'm going to my room," he muttered to Ryou as he passed him.

Bakura sat up and patted his stomach. It had been growling for the longest of times. If he didn't feed it, it might massacre him.

The only problem was, Ryou's friends were still there. Bakura grimaced. Would it really be worth the risk? I might just get dragged into some cheesy thing or another. Again. His stomach growled. There was his answer.

He made a quick and noiseless descend, avoiding Ryou's friends successfully. At the kitchen though, he wasn't so lucky.

"Hello Bakura!" Anzu greeted cheerfully. Bakura twitched and ignored her. She wouldn't notice the difference anyway. He opened the refrigerator, got what he wanted and set them on the counter. He was halfway through a peaceful snack when a fragment of Anzu's babble caught his attention.

"……and I are going out on Saturday!"

Bakura looked at his snack in disbelief. That can't be true! Suddenly, he found neither the will to eat the sandwich nor the will to speak. Then he realized that he had to make some comment. "You mean to say," he said slowly. "that Yami actually had the brains to ask someone out?"

Anzu frowned at Bakura. "He isn't bad at all Bakura. You should try to get to know him."

I want to! "Tch. I know well enough that he isn't worth my time nor are you worthy of mine neither." Quickly, he finished the remains of his food and left Anzu behind. Shit came into his mind.

(If it ain't coming out

We're not going any where

So why can't I just tell you that I care)

On his way up, he caught a glimpse of the group. Yami was turned away from him so he couldn't tell his reaction to the whole thing.

"Well Pharaoh," Bakura said mockingly. Everyone kept quiet and turned to him. Shit came into his mind again. Yami looked happy and here he was ruining the moment. He had no choice. He had to continue what he had to say. Except the words sounded wrong to his ears.

"The bitch and the bastard. Honestly, I don't know who to pity," he sneered. "I suppose congratulations are in order?" Bakura smirked and left as a sudden outburst of questions bombarded Yami. He felt both victorious and guilty. Victorious on the outside, guilty on the inside.

(What's wrong with my tongue

These words keep slipping away

I stutter, I stumble

Like I've got nothing to say)

Bakura shut himself in his room for the rest of the time. He watched as the Yugi-taichi left. Anzu had an arm around Yami. He turned his gaze away, angry.

"That was real mean, you know," Ryou said as soon as Bakura got down.

"Like I care," Bakura said with a shrug.

"Whatever your purpose was for bringing that up, the gang thanks you."

"Hmm. Seems as if dork-o kept you in the dark."

"You should've seen Yugi's face. He looked disappointed."

"Maybe he's in love with his dumber self."

"I doubt that," Ryou said uneasily.

"Hn. For all we know, there could be an idiot out there in love with him." Like me.

(If I could say what I wanna say

I'd say I wanna blow you away

Be with you each night

Am I squeezing you too tight)

No one sue me if you think the song seems wrong. Yes it is because the order I do is verses first then chorus for the last. I've heard that song fics are banned and that is ture, please let me know. That way, I can re-do future chapters. Thank you! x3