Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh! If I did I wouldn't be writing fan fiction, I'd be sipping a tall glass of lemonade in the backyard of my $400 million dollar château in France!
Warning: slight shonen ai
My first fic! Enjoy!
'Thought'
CRASH!
"DAMNIT!"
Ryou bit his lip to keep from laughing out loud as Bakura's swearing echoed through the house. 'Gods, what is he doing now?' He shook his head as he stood in front of the mirror, attempting to brush his unruly, frosty white tresses up into a ponytail. Pulling the small, black rubber band from between his teeth, Ryou rolled his eyes as another crash sounded from downstairs, followed by some more of the former tomb robber's colorful language.
"RYOU GET DOWN HERE, NOW!" Bakura bellowed, trying to make his voice as threatening as he could.
Taking as much time as he could, Ryou pulled on a pair of navy blue, denim jeans, and his favorite forest green button up shirt. Praying that the continuous breaking of objects wasn't any of his parent's many artifacts, Ryou walked into the hallway and jumped on the banister of the grand staircase of his family's mansion, and slide down to the first level.
From the entrance hall, he wandered into the kitchen where Bakura stood, glowering. On the counter there was an assortment of objects, including a hammer, crowbar, many drills, an assortment of knives, and a chainsaw that suspiciously looked like the one that belonged to the neighbor next door. In the middle of the ruckus, sat a lone, unopened can of soda, looking as though it had just barely survived World War II.
Raising an eyebrow, Ryou walked over to the counter, and with an undeniably loud "POP!" opened the can.
Seeing the look of astonishment on Bakura's face Ryou coughed trying not to laugh, and made a hasty retreat into the living room.
He could only imagine his Yami's futile attempts to open the can, and briefly wondered how long he had done so before calling him downstairs.
Ryou pretended to be interested in wiping the dust off of the coffee table, as Bakura stalked out of the kitchen empty handed.
Having a sudden urge to ask where the soda was, Ryou opened his mouth to speak, and snorted. His hands flew up to his mouth to smother the sound, but not before another snicker escaped. Luckily the phone rang. Ryou jumped up and made a mad dash for the phone, and snatched up the receiver before Bakura could incur his wrath.
"Bakura residence, Ryou speaking"
"Uh, Ryou?" The caller hesitated.
"Yes," Ryou said slowly. "Who is-?"
"That's not important!"
Ryou winced as the caller shouted into his ear, abruptly cutting him off.
"Just meet me at the Chez Noir café in downtown Domino."
"But why-"
"Just do it!" Ryou brought the receiver away from his ear, as the caller yelled, then slammed the phone down.
Ryou considered whether or not meeting the person was a good idea. Upon seeing Bakura's still seething expression, the white-haired teenager retrieved his shoes and headed toward the door.
"And just where do you think you're going?" Bakura crossed his arms and gave him a feral sneer.
"I have to meet someone down town." Ryou answered trying to keep his voice steady.
"Fine, but you had better come straight back here."
Ryou sighed, relieved, and walked out of the house thanking whatever god had pulled him out of that one. It would take a good while to get to downtown Domino, but Chez Noir would be pretty easy to find. It was one of Domino's fairly expensive French restaurants, and he'd eaten there with his parents whenever they weren't off on another dig.
He contemplated this thought for a second. 'Fairly expensive' was a nice way to put it. Whoever was meeting him there must have a large sum of money, or is either a relative of the owners'.
Ryou snapped back to reality, he had the distinct feeling that he was being followed. Turning around, he saw no one except a few kids playing on the other side of the street, but they weren't looking in his direction.
Shrugging it off as a sign of paranoia, he continued on his way. The caller voice had sounded kind of creepy, but somewhat familiar. Coming to a crosswalk, Ryou let his feet guide him on the familiar path to Chez Noir as he reached the bustling streets of downtown Domino.
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Bakura stealthily followed the unsuspecting teenaged boy innocently making his way to meet an unknown person in an expensive restaurant.
It was just one of those days.
Bakura had been following his hikari ever since he'd left the house. He wanted to know what idiot had dared to invite his hikari to have lunch at some fancy restaurant. Ryou still hadn't noticed his presence, until he stopped and began to look around. Bakura dove behind a mulberry bush just as Ryou turned in his direction.
'Good he didn't spot me' Bakura thought as peered out between the branches. Unfortunately, the kids on the other side of the street had. The three nosey little brats crossed the street wondering why the scary-looking man with white hair was jumping behind bushes.
"Hey mister, what'cha doin back there?" A boy, about age 10 with dark brown hair, and snot running from his nose, leaned over the bush.
"Nothing! Scram!" Bakura growled.
The kid didn't seem to get the smarter idea, as his friends poked their heads through.
Bakura's scowl deepened. He bared his fangs, and scrunched up his face in an attempt to scare the little brats away.
"What's the matter, Mister? Do ya' have to go potty?"
Letting out a loud snarl, Bakura jumped out of the bush at the kids, who'd already ran back to the other side of the street. An old woman who happened to be passing by the bush at that moment, shrieked, and brought her walking stick down onto his head. Bakura crashed to ground, cradling an egg-sized lump on his forehead.
With the little dignity he had left, Bakura got up, dusted himself off, and continued down the sidewalk. He sped up. Ryou, still lost in his thoughts, was almost out of sight.
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Ryou was almost near Chez Noir. Turning around one last time, his eyes met a peculiar sight. There were three kids talking to a bush.
Ryou blinked, and shook his head. 'Kids these days' he mused, finally reaching the chic French restaurant.
He nodded to the doorman and entered the large, gold-framed glass doors. His feet made no sound on the plush, red velvet carpet. A waiter in an expensive looking suit immediately came over to him. Ryou recognized him from his previous visits. The man was extremely snobbish, and seemed to take delight in annoying the customers.
"Good morning er…sir," The waiter rudely took in Ryou's outfit, distaste clearly upon his face.
"Avez-vous une réservation?"
Ryou frowned. One of the things the waiter took pleasure in was speaking in French, when he perfectly well knew how to speak Japanese. Ryou's parents happened to be fluent in many different European languages, and had taught him to speak a few.
Casually, he picked an imaginary piece of lint off of his shirt, and answered back. "Aucun je pas , je suis ici pour rencontrer quelqu'un."
The waiter looked dumbfounded, but quickly regained his posture.
"Très bien, quel est votre nom?"
"Ryou Bakura."
"Ah, a very strange gentleman is waiting for you, right this way please." The man had switched to Japanese, seeing there was not point to his continuing in French.
Ryou followed the snooty waiter who directed him to a table at the back of the restaurant, where a man sat furtively looking around as if someone was after him.
"Ahem." Ryou cleared his throat making the man jump five feet in the air.
"What? What do you want?!" He looked around frantically as the waiter and Ryou watched with their eyebrows raised.
"You wanted me to meet you here? I got a phone call-
"Oh yes, yes, sit down!" The mystery person grabbed Ryou and threw him into the chair on the other side of the table. The chair, not used to being sat on with so much force, tipped over, and sent Ryou crashing to the floor.
Blushing, he picked himself, and the chair up, and sat down in it the proper way. The waiter snapped out of his stupor, and took out his pen and pad.
"Will you be ordering now, or lat-
"Later! Go away!"
Ryou wanted to laugh at the look on the waiter's face as he stalked off to find someone else to annoy. Turning back to his 'guest', Ryou couldn't help but notice the man's appearance. It was ninety-five degrees outside, and he wore a midnight blue trench coat, dark sunglasses, and a hat, which he pulled low over his head.
"What?!" The man snapped irritably as Ryou continued to stare. Ryou shook his head. They sat there in awkward silence.
"Well?"
"Well what?" The man snapped again.
"What the hell did you call me for?!" Ryou finally burst, earning many stares from other patrons.
"Oh, that." The man nodded as if just remembering. "Well, I needed to talk to you about something."
"It would help to know with whom I am speaking to." Ryou replied politely, clasping his hands on the table.
The man visibly paled. "W-what?"
"I would like to know who you are." Ryou repeated slowly. He was starting to doubt the man's sanity. The other gulped nervously, before reaching up to take off his hat, and shades. Ryou's mouth dropped open, and he would have fallen over if he hadn't caught himself sooner.
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Review Please! Constructive criticism is welcome!
Avez-vous une réservation?" ="Do you have a reservation?"
"Aucun je pas , je suis ici pour rencontrer quelqu'un."="No I do not, I am here to meet with someone."
"Très bien, quel est votre nom?"="Very well, what is your name?"