Jaazi: A companion fic to Cuddly Seto!

KK: Starring me as Kitty Kira the love-wish granting fairy…cat…thing, (sweat drop) right.

DJ: WTF? I'm Kaiba's cook…AGAIN! OH CRUEL FATE! WHY MUST MY HIKARI TORMENT ME SO? WHY?

Jaazi: (edges away from distraught yami) Er…sorry? Anyway, this one will feature Tendershipping. Why? BECAUSE IT'S THE AWESOMEST PAIRING EVER!

KK: I like all YamixHikari pairings!

DJ: (scowls) I hate being Kaiba's cook!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the adorable hikari bishies or any of the hot yami bishies. (sighs sadly) I just have Kira and Zhira…

DJ: You say it as if were a bad thing!

Jaazi: In your case, it is.

DJ: Why you ungrateful little…!

Jaazi: (puts hand over DJ's dirty mouth) ON TO THE FIC!


Chapter One: Introduction

Kira sat at the edge of Mokuba's bed. The boy was very stubborn and although he was practically passed out with fatigue, he refused to sleep without listening to a good bedtime story. Everyone else had already attempted and…failed.

Kaiba told him of his past victories and of his various plans to finally defeat Yami and gain his rightful title of King of Games. Jou told him how he dreamed of becoming the world's greatest, no, not duelist, but the world's greatest chef! Zhira even attempted telling him a story. Hers involved several lethal weapons (ranging from daggers to flamethrowers to even arsenic), evil cackling, and several innocent victims. Needless to say, none of them worked. The first too bored him to tears and the last one was going to leave him scarred for life.

The last person left was Kira. And she wasn't even human! She mulled and pondered over what sort of story Mokuba would like. Something to make him laugh, and something that had a happy ending, not to mention something kid appropriate. Her tail swished from side to side in concentration; her cat ears swiveled around catching every sound possible hoping to find some inspiration. Finally, her silvery blue eyes lit in excitement.

"Hey, Mokie. Remember how I said I paired up the others together? All the yamis and hikaris? How would you like to hear how I did it?" she asked.

"But you already said that you just gave them a little fairy dust and poof! They were all hooked up!" Mokuba said. Kira smiled.

"True, I gave them a small amount of fairy dust. But fairy magic affects everyone differently, so each couple went through a different adventure to finally end up with their beloveds!" Kira giggled. Mokuba grinned in excitement.

"Oooh, really? How? Tell me!"

"Okay, okay! Settle down. Now, I'm going to tell you the story of how the infamous thief Bakura and his beloved angel Ryou became a couple. How's that sound?"

"Just start the story now!" Mokuba cried. Kira gave him a reprimanding glare, "Er, please, Kira, tell me the story?"

"That's much better. Now, The wish happened like this…"


Ryou sat in front of his bedroom window. He was miserable, to put it nicely. His normally bright, cheerful, emerald eyes were dulled. It was near midnight and his yami still hadn't returned from wherever he was.

"Most likely at a bar again," Ryou muttered to himself.

Ever since Bakura had gotten his own body, he hardly spent any time with Ryou. He would sleep the day away in his bedroom and would only come out during mealtimes. Even during those times, he would barely speak to Ryou. Then he would leave around nine at night and not come back until four in the morning. Ryou did everything he could to get Bakura to pay the slightest bit of attention towards him, but all in vain.

Ryou heaved a sigh, a few tears rolling down his pale cheek. Didn't his yami see how much he loved him? But to the notorious Bakura, King of Thieves, emotions were a pointless weakness. What did he care about love? Ryou choked back a sob.

He heard the front door click open and a pair of staggering feet make their way upstairs. Bakura was home, drunk as usual. A crash was heard. Bakura ran into the door to his room…again. Ryou smiled slightly, Bakura always ran into the door of his bedroom. He was getting rather predictable. A door slammed closed; Ryou assumed that Bakura made it safely to his room.

Ryou returned to stargazing. He always loved nighttime. All was quiet and peaceful at this time. No loud cars or bright blaring lights or no piercing voices of rude people. Just the twinkling stars and the pale moon. As Ryou watched, a shooting star raced across the dark sky. Ryou smiled gently once more. His mother once told him that if he ever saw a shooting star and made a wish on it, it was sure to come true.

"I wish…I wish Bakura can find happiness with someone; that he can fall in love with a special person and be happy, even if it's not with me…" Ryou whispered, his voice cracking slightly.

It was true. As much as he wanted to be with Bakura and have his love returned, if that didn't make Bakura happy, well…he would find someone that could. It didn't matter if Bakura hated him for the rest of eternity, sure it would hurt, but if Bakura was happy, he would be happy. That's what true love is, right? To care about someone so deeply, that you did anything to see them smile, even if it meant removing yourself from their lives.

Ryou cuddled into his blankets. He hurt inside, so badly that he was sure he had to have some physical wound somewhere. Ryou shrugged and buried his tearstained face into his pillow. He tumbled into a very restless slumber.


Bakura was at a bar during the time Ryou had been stargazing. He took another shot of tequila and downed it in one gulp. Malik, his drinking buddy, was eyeing him strangely. Bakura gave him the finger and took a swig from his bottle of beer. Tequila and beer, what better way to numb the brain?

Any normal person would have passed out already from the large quantities of alcohol, but not Bakura. He was a cold and hardened Egyptian spirit, alcohol held no threat for him. Malik kept staring at him.

"What the hell do you want Malik?" Bakura snarled, his speech slightly slurred. Malik shook his head at Bakura.

"Why do you keep doing this, Bakura? You come here every night to get drunk, rant about Ryou, and somehow make it back home to ignore him. Just…stop already! You're killing yourself, and Ryou's probably worried sick for you!" Malik said exasperatedly waving his hands to make his across. Bakura growled low in his throat.

"A) I can handle my alcohol, 2) I'm already dead, D) Ryou hates me and finally, 6) I like getting drunk and hung over!" Bakura ranted drunkenly. Malik decided now was not the time to point out Bakura's improper of his numerical and alphabetical order.

It was times like these that he wished that he had his Millennium Rod with him. Giving Bakura a lump in the head would be very satisfactory at the moment. Gods! Bakura, the man who 'is the Shadows' and feared nothing, could not go up to his sweet, innocent, extremely harmless hikari and say 'I love you.' Malik snorted, some fearless tomb robber. Malik watched as Bakura exited the bar. He also watched at Bakura ran into the doorframe of the exit…again. Honestly, how could this guy have any brain cells left?

Bakura made his way home, bumping into a few lampposts and nearly getting run over twice. He trudged his way up the "Ra damned stairs" as he called them. He ran into the door to his bedroom again. He wondered if his headaches in the morning were really because of the alcohol or just because of all of the encounters his head made against very, very, hard objects.

Before he went to bed, he looked out his bedroom window. He liked nighttime. It was so easy to hide. No one could find you at night, no one cared enough to criticize and call you a heartless bastard. It was rather comforting, considering he had spent most of his three thousand or so years of life in the dark. He loved the sunlight, though. To be warmed by the sun without the risk of getting caught and caged like an animal, that would be bliss. To be able to leave his darkness behind and be warmed by light…his Light.

Bakura shook his head to rid himself of these incredibly sappy thoughts. He berated himself for being so weak. Really! Longing for light, pathetic, that's what it was! As he turned to go to bed, a sudden streak across the sky caught his eye. A shooting star…didn't Ryou once tell him something about these things? Oh, yes, make a wish on it, and it'll come true. Tch, yeah right, he had scoffed at Ryou when he mentioned this. But…it couldn't hurt to try, right?

"I wish…I wish I could tell Ryou I love him, without having to fear what the others would think of me. I want to be able to tell him my undying love for him without having to worry about ruining my 'bad-evil-murderer-guy' image." Bakura mumbled drunkenly before he collapsed into bed, asleep.


Kira watched as the two white haired boys made their wish. She turned to see Kilam, the Head Fairy of the Fairy Realm. Kilam stared back at her.

"These wishes are pure, they came from the heart," Kilam muttered, "You may go grant them."

Kira squealed. She absolutely adored granting love wishes. It made her feel happy that she could give couples a chance to be happy together. She was so excited, she nearly hugged the Head Fairy. Thankfully, she stopped herself just in time.

"Yessir!" she saluted, "Consider these wishes granted." she pranced out of the Fairy Realm, absolutely giddy.

"Oh, goody! A two for one wish! I'll be able to grant them both with one shot! Yay!" she squealed to herself.

She was invisible to all as she traveled through the human realm. She happily made her way to the house where both Bakura and Ryou resided.

TBC


Jaazi: First chapter done! How'd you like it? Was it a good start?

KK: Tell us in your reviews!

DJ: (growls) Just review already to make them shut up!

Jaazi: (glares) Look who's talking Miss I-hate-everything-and-must-rant-about-it-because-I-have-nothing-better-to-do!

DJ: (takes out flamethrower & points to Jaazi) Wanna run that by me again?

Jaazi: (squeaks fearfully) N-no! I, uh, have to go do something, er, over there! (runs off in random direction, pulling KK to safety w/her)

DJ: (cackles) (points flamethrower at readers) Review or I'll fry you to a crisp! BWAHAHA!