Her Sweetness: Hello again! Gee, we're here already? I really had a hard time picking which fic to do next. It wasn't until I figured out that Tangerine would be shorter than the others I was thinking about.
I really don't know how long this will span, I can tell you it WILL NOT be as long as a long of the others I've done. Maybe somewhere around nine chapters, but that's just a rough estimate.
So… um, enjoy and review afterwards! Remember, I like getting at least five reviews per chapter! Thanks, again!
Tangerine
Prologue:
Rain from yesterday had washed away the filth into the gutters of Domino. Spring brought on about two weeks of rain the day and it was just about all the citizens could take. Of course, this meant not having to water the lawn and the cars… But going outside with a heavy raincoat and a umbrella everyday? They said no thanks to that.
Fortunately, today was the first day in a fortnight when little rays of sunshine flew through the blinds of the neighborhood's houses. But, one house, in particular wasn't very happy to receive any sort of sun.
A blue comforter ruffled slightly, the form underneath continuing to hide from the sun that had now fully filtered into the room. He was sure that he could ignore the sun for at least two more hours. And was ready to try, but before he could shun the world, a loud piercing sound shot through the entire house, shattering the boy's concentration on sleep.
"Gah!" Bakura emerged from under the covers, his hair spiked perfectly as if he'd never gone to sleep, "W-What? What is it?"
In a second, Ryou came down the hallway and peeked into the bedroom, smiling and waging his finger at the spirit, "Good morning, 'Kura. You know, you shouldn't sleep in this late, it's not good."
"What was that sound?"
He tilted his head as if thinking, then smiled, "Oh, you mean that high-pitched sound? (Bakura nodded) Well, that was just me singing!"
"… Ugh…" He fell back onto the bed, "Ryou, thank Ra, I thought someone was dying and I wasn't there to catch it on tape."
Ryou began to pout. This was not something that anyone wanted to hear. That their singing sounded like someone in an extreme amount of pain? Ouch. He carried on with dignity, though, walking out of the room and back down the hallway.
Deciding that he couldn't possibly get anymore sleep after hearing his hikari's high notes, Bakura got up and trudged out of the room, following Ryou without even putting on a clean shirt.
"La la la la la la la la…!" When Bakura came downstairs, he found Ryou dancing around the room, humming and twittering around. He had a duffle bag on the couch, open, and was currently filling it up to the brim. Over by the door were two suitcases both in different colors.
Bakura looked around, confused, "Bags…? Ryou, why are there bags?"
"Hmm? Oh, well you see… I-"
"No!" Bakura threw himself onto his other half, wailing and screaming, "Ryou, I knew it! You're leaving me, aren't you? Aren't you!"
"Well, yes, Bakura… but-"
"I'm sorry! I promise I'll change! I wont eat your mother's cats anymore! I'll brush my teeth every month! I'll pretend to like your singing from now till the day I die again! Please, please, please!"
Suddenly, Ryou busted out laughing. Bakura looked up at him, a bit annoyed when his hikari was laughing and he was in pain. "And what, may I ask, is so funny?"
He stifled his laughter to just giggles, "Um, I'm not leaving you for good, silly goose."
"… Oh." Bakura blinked and stood up, brushing off his boxers, "Well, I knew that. What do you take me for? And even if you did leave, I'd be okay, I'm ever the optimist, Ryou. So, go about your bag-business." He sat on the couch and sulked.
Ryou nodded and continued what he was doing.
In about fifteen minutes, Ryou's bags and suitcases were all packed and standing in a row by the doorway. He looked around the room quickly, making sure he had everything in place and when he was satisfied, he turned for the door, "Well, 'Kura, I shall see you in a week."
"What!" He jumped up, "What do you mean you'll see me in a week! You will see me everyday this week! And everyday after that! Where do you think you're going?"
He giggled, "I knew you'd want to know sooner or later."
"…" Bakura furrowed his brow.
"I going to England for a week, Bakura. To visit my father, he wants to see me." Ryou smiled, "Isn't this cool? I get to see him for the first time in two years."
"… No."
"What?"
"I said no! I don't want you going…" He finished his sentence with more of a whine then he meant.
"Oh, Bakura! You can't be serious!" The suitcase was put down and he went over to his upset yami, patting him on the head, "There, there. You'll be okay. Besides, what about that line you used less than fifteen minutes ago? That 'I am ever the optimist'?"
"I don't even know what that means! I saw that word written on a wall right next to (bleep)!"
"Bakura!"
"What is it?"
"…" Ryou blushed, "Don't use that word in the house."
"…? Oh, you mean (bleep)?"
"Stop it!"
He folded his arms and grinned, "I'll stop if you say you're not going to England. Until then… (bleep) (bleep) (bleep) (bleep) (bleep)!"
Ryou hurriedly clamped his hand over Bakura's mouth, "Listen to me! I haven't seen my father in two years, Bakura! He's always moving around, so it's hard for me to track him down. Would you want me to miss out on seeing him just because you're acting childish?"
"… Maybe."
"Bakura!"
"But, Ryou…!"
"Enough." He said firmly, turning on his heels and heading for the doors. The suitcases were thrown over his shoulder and he turned the handle for the door, "Okay, then, I'll see you in a week."
"Uh… wait!" He called out, trying to stall his hikari.
Ryou sighed, aggravated, "What is it, Bakura?"
"W-Who will take care of me…?"
"Oh, Bakura!"
"I'm serious, Ryou!" He pouted, "What if you come back in a week and unlock the door, only to find me on the floor, dead as a doornail! What would you do, then?"
"… Buy a puppy, I guess."
Bakura's eyes went wide, his jaw hanging down by his hips. "…!"
Ryou chuckled, "Kidding, kidding… No, don't worry, 'Kura! I've gotten everything taken care of. Of course, I can't allow you to leave the house without supervision… I have no idea what kind of havoc you'll reek. But, fear not, I'm having one of our neighbors come over everyday to give you water."
"… B-But, I'm not-"
"Good bye, 'Kura! I'll see you in a week, and I'll be sure to get you a little souvenir!" With a wave and a wink, the door closed behind Ryou and the door was locked. Bakura rushed to the front window and looked out at the driveway. He was hoping that his hikari was playing a joke, but as he watched the bags go into the trunk and Ryou drive down the road, Bakura was beginning to think this was for real.
He sighed, sadly, and sat back down on the couch, "… (bleep)."
