Stupid in Love

Chapter 1, Version 2

Fa La La La La…

"Tis the season to be jolly," Bakura murmured to himself. "Fa la la la la, and ha ha ha." He sprayed the supersoaker at the large dog next door, who responded by trying to bite him. Luckily, there was a giant metal fence in between them.

"Bwa ha ha ha ha!" Bakura squirted the dog in between the eyes. "Crusher" ran off whimpering with his tail between his legs. "Time to bug my host."

Bakura took of his terribly itchy sweater as he entered the house and stomped up the stairs. The damnable sweater made him even more irritated than this cold, Christmas weather. "RYOU!"

A/N I realized that I never mentioned it was Xmas… (sweat drops)

"…" There was no answer, so Bakura opened the door to the little library-type thing where Ryou's dad kept all of his books on archaeology and ancient architecture. Boring, boring, boring, except for the books on Egypt. Bakura liked to look at the pictures… made him feel nostalgic.

Ryou was curled up on the comfy window seat, reading a thin, hardcover book whose cover was black with red lines on it. Bakura squinted. Were those red lines supposed to be blood?

"Hai yami?" Ryou looked up at him with sparkling brown eyes. His white hair framed his face, giving his eyes even more effect. Bakura felt a knot in his stomach tighten from all the uber-cuteness. "Uh…"

/Got me lookin so crazy right now
Your love's got me lookin so crazy right now
(your love)
Got me lookin so crazy right now your touch's
Got me lookin so crazy right now
(your touch)
Got me hoping you page me right now your kiss's
Got me hoping you save me right now
Lookin so crazy your love's got me lookin
Got me lookin so crazy your love/

A/N: Yesers, I had to torture Kura with the song.

"Ryou what are you listening to?" he demanded. Music streamed from the radio, which Ryou had set right beside him.

"Beyonce Knowles," Ryou explained. "She's really, really… pretty."

The color left Bakura's face. His hikari thought some superstar was pretty?! What was the world coming to? And didn't he stab that window seat last month? He was pretty sure. It was the same window seat, right? The one with dark blue and light blue vertical stripes? Hm... His hikari thought some superstar was hot?!

"It's pure garbage," Bakura opined. "You don't have this on CD do you?"

"No." Ryou paused to turn the page in his book. "It's on the radio." He tapped the gray radio with his forefinger to make his point.

"…I see…" said Bakura as Just Lose It came on, by Eminem. His hikari definitely didn't have that on CD. "So what book are you reading?"

'What did I come up here to do again?' Bakura asked himself.

/I think it was to bug me,/ Ryou explained.

/Oh, thanks. I mean---!! Wait a second!!/

"I'm reading a book all about the ancient art of seppuku," Ryou explained, as if their telepathic conversation had never happened.

Bakura snorted. "I bet that's useful, eh?"

"Yeah, it'll go easier if I really know what to do," Ryou said with the air of someone depressed, as he gave out a sigh. Bakura's eyes widened.

"You can't commit seppuku!?" Bakura whined. "Who will I blame my stuff on??"

"Mmm… Marik," Ryou chose. "I'm not really going to commit— OOF!" Ryou was cut off as Bakura tackled him.

"You better not," the other Bakura warned. He was basically right on top of Ryou in a way that was very suggestive.

A/N This is what I live for. :)

"…Don't swing that way, sorry," was all that Ryou said, and he pushed a very confused Yami Bakura off of him and left the room.