I've recently gotten back into the Yugio fandom, and on a whim i decided to write another story this time around. Last time was a Puzzleshipping one-shot, this time it will be a multi chapter Tenderdhipping story.

Might be a tiny bit OOC, but i'll do my best with everyones characters. I love those adorable albinos, they just look SO cute together!

Shippings:

Bakura x Ryou

Side pairings:

Marik x Malik

Yugi x Yami

I hope you like this story, all feedback is welcome :)

I OWN NOTHING! (Applies to whole story)

START OF CHAPTER:

In Domino city, it was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, people were laughing, and everybody was happy.

Well, most people. One young man was not so happy as his fellow citizens. The boy in question, possessing a shock of white hair and a menacing scowl, was stalking down the road as if he was searching for a fight. By the looks of him, he would win to.

Bakura Shirozaki hated Valentines day, simple as that. It was a stupid day, full of mushy people doing mushy things, and saying mushy lines just like every other year before.

At nineteen, he supposed things could have been worse. He could be homeless, though given his talent for thieving, he suspected he'd get by just fine if he was forced to. He could not run a flower shop and have a stable job with his two friends.

Yeah that's right, a flower shop. The 'big bad' Bakura worked at a flower shop of all places. No one that knew him would ever have associated him with such a job, and yet here he was, with a vast knowledge of the flower language. Nineteen, with sharp brown eyes and a head of wild pure white hair that refused to be tamed. It used to be mid back, but since he'd recently been to lazy to cut it, it almost reached his waist.

He grumbled and cursed as he made his way to his work, muttering about stupid people and lovesick morons.

As he finally found his workplace, he shoved open the door without a second thought. And immediately wished he hadn't.

Marik had been his friends for as long as he could remember, the two of them had been causing mayhem and mischief since they each learned to walk, to both of their mothers exasperation. Marik had long blonde hair, and like his it refused to be tamed, it sat in thick spikes that went in every direction and bangs that almost covered his lavender eyes.

The other in the shop, was another young man named Malik. He looked very similar to Marik, only his hair wasn't as wild, and in general he looked way more innocent. Looks were deceiving when it came to Malik, he was every bit as troublesome as Marik, much to Bakura's both amusement and annoyance.

For once, it wasn't their presence that annoyed him.

It was the fact that they were making out… intensely.

"Oi! We have a bloody shop to run you idiots!"

The two broke apart, Marik glared at his friend, and Malik stared as if he was surprised that Bakura even existed. Really, it was a wonder they still had customers.

Marik smirked.

"Your just jealous, fluffy."

"I told you to never call me that, melvin!"

"My name is MARIK!"

"Hahahaha! oh yes, the great and fearful Melvin! hahaha!"

Marik snarled, then it morphed into a cruel grin.

"Your very terrifying… Florence."

Malik winced, knowing what happened when anyone called Bakura that dreaded name. Sure enough, Bakura looked like he was about to explode.

"MARIK YOUR DEAD!"

With that, Bakura leapt across the counter, tackling Marik to the ground. For the next few minutes the two descended into a brawl, trading blows and insults like they had been doing it since they could talk, which they had.

The bell on the door jingled, signalling a customer. Malik decided to break the two up before they scared any potential clients away.

"You two, we have a customer!"

The two brawling on the floor froze and looked up. Both immediately got up and got back to business. Bakura went to check on something in the back room, while Marik got up, dusted his knees off with his hands and joined his boyfriend at the front counter.

Another day at the Domino Flower Shop had begun.

A young woman walked in, she was looking around almost nervously. She slowly walked up to the front counter, addressing Malik.

"Excuse me, i was wondering if i could get some advice?"

Malik smiled at the woman, the picture of professional.

"Of course miss, what can i do for you?"

It turned out the shy woman wanted to confess to her crush, and wanted to do something meaningful and get a bunch of flowers.

"I mean, a bouquet of red roses are great, but that's what everyone does you know? I want to do something more personal."

"Ah yes, i see what you mean. Is there anything in particular you'd like?"

"Well, I'm afraid i don't know the flower language very well." The woman confessed, looking embarrassed.

"Hmmm…" Malik pondered this for a moment. "Aha! Theres someone in the back who can help you, do you mind if i fetch him?"

"Uhh… no, not at all."

He smiled. "Excellent! Won't be long."

The blonde left towards the back room. After a minute, the woman saw him return with another young man. Sharp brown eyes regarded her with mild interest.

Bakura had been in the back room checking the stocks, when Malik had come bustling in, rambling about language and women at a speed to fast to understand.

"Malik!"

The Egyptian turned to face him.

"Yes fluffy?"

Bakura promptly smacked him upside the head.

"Don't call me that you wanker. Talk slower i couldn't understand you, what's this about language?"

"Hmm? Oh yeah! There's a customer who needs help with picking flowers, and you know the flower language better then i do, so i came to get you."

"Oh fine."

The two left the storage room, and Bakura looked at the woman who apparently needed help. He regarded her with mild interest, professional that is.

"I understand you need help picking flowers?"

"Yes, if it's no trouble. I want to pick out a bouquet that would be more personal then the classic red roses."

"I see, nothing particular in mind?"

"I, well… i don't know flowers very well, I'm afraid."

The albino had to hold back a sarcastic 'so i've heard', but managed to keep a straight face.

"Well then, any idea what message you want the flowers to say?"

The woman rambled a bit, Bakura could tell it was more out of nervousness then anything else. After she was done talking, he had a better idea of what the woman would like for her bouquet.

"Red tulips signal a declaration of love, so these would be the ideal flower for this bouquet. Then i would suggest pink roses, which mean admiration or appreciation. Followed by yellow Chrysanthemums, they mean secret admirer, which is ideal for a confession. Lastly, i would add in a Hyacinth or two, that represent sincerity."

As he was talking, Malik was writing down the names of each flower when Bakura named them. He was slightly amazed and impressed at his friends knack for flowers. It was him who had nagged Marik to rope him into co-owning the flower shop, and he was glad he did ever since.

"Is this a bouquet you would be interested in? If not, you are more then welcome to look around the store."

The woman was listening intently to Bakura's choice of flowers, when he stopped talking she looked slightly dazed. When he asked the question she snapped out of it, shaking her head.

"No, no that's… that was amazing! Yes, that arrangement sounds perfect, i love it."

He couldn't stop the smug grin that crossed his face. After he gave the woman a price, she immediately paid in advance. After being informed that her order would be ready the day before Valentines Day, she smiled and wished them a good day as she left.

He could hear a whispered conversation behind him as he put the money in the appropriate slots.

"How does he do that Marik? He must have some sort of secret wizard power!"

"Malik that's ridiculous."

"He's a wizard i say!"

"Malik…."

"The prince of flowers!"

"Malik hush."

"Fine." He sounded slightly put out, and Bakura suspected he was pouting were he to turn around and look. However, he pretended to still be busy so he could listen in.

"You know who this means we have to call, right Malik?"

"Ohhhh! Thats right, we get to see Ryou again!"

"Shh, or Bakura will hear us."

"It doesn't matter! We need to finally get poor Kuri-poo laid with his sweetheart, and quick!"

This was the last straw, he turned around, face a brilliant red.

"What the bloody hell are you idiots talking about? I do not have a crush on Ryou!"

Ryou Bakura was the delivery boy that dropped off the stock to the store whenever they needed a particular type of flower.

He looked just like Bakura, only with less wild hair, and instead of sharp, Ryou's chocolate eyes were round and innocent. He looked almost like a reflection of the Albino, to both of the blonde boy's amusement.

Marik and Malik had been making an awful lot of orders lately, which meant more frequent visits from Ryou. Sure, it was valentines day, but they had been ordering more flowers then what was strictly necessary. The only albino in the shop had the sneaking suspicion the other two were up to something, and whatever it was involved him and Ryou. Bakura denied anything resembling a crush towards the sweet delivery boy, who was ridiculously patient even when Bakura was in the worst of moods. Practically a bloody saint, which only made him more adorable.

'Wait what, no he is NOT adorable!'

So what if Bakura found himself increasingly nervous around him? So what if Ryou was the only person to make him stutter? So what if he actually cared what Ryou thought about him? So bloody what if Ryou Bakura was the most adorable being ever to walk the face of the earth?

'Oh bloody hell' he realised with a rapidly spreading red face 'i really do, i actually have a crush on the goddam delivery boy'

He was sunk, and he knew it.

It didn't mean the other two had to know.

He spent the rest of the day either tending to customers, or arguing with the other two owners of the store.

Just a regular day at the Domino Flower Shop.

END OF CHAPTER:

So… what do you think?

Bakuras last name contains 'shiro' which means white in Japanese. I have no idea if 'Zaki' means anything, to my [ limited ] knowledge i don't think it does.

I looked up the flower meanings online,( about flowers . com ) was the website i used. just take out the spaces because apparently Fanfiction hates links

Cya next chapter ! :)

Tairulz