Typical Problem

Chapter 2: Clueless

Author's Note: Welp, here we are again.. chapter two. Enjoy :D

Bakura smirked, slipping a key into his apartment door. Twisting the knob, he stepped in, dropping his briefcase against the wall and shutting the door, re-locking it. Chuckling to himself, he kicked off his shoes, leaving them haphazardly strewn by the side table.

He loved messing with his roommate's head.

Stepping into the living room, Bakura dropped down onto the couch, bouncing slightly. Leaning back against the cushions, he let out a heavy breath, tipping his head back.

What a day.

A knock against the door broke the silence a moment later, a smirk crossing his lips. Standing up, he made his way over, leaning up against the frame. Laying his head against the white wood, he called out in a sing – song voice, "Whooo isss iiit?"

"Open the door."

His smirked widened as he glanced up at the ceiling, crossing his arms and asking in mock curiosity, "Who is this?"

"BAKURA!"

He chuckled, sweeping his gaze across his small living room, "Yeah?"

"Let. Me. In."

"Mnn," He looked up at the ceiling again. "You sound kinda pissed. Still haven't told me who I'm talking to. I don't let strangers into my home."

He could hear impatient noises coming from the other side of the door and he couldn't help but laugh softly again. His roommate was so much fun to tease.

"Bakura, I'm not joking. Let me in."

"Who's talking to me?"

"Fine. You can fend for yourself tonight for food."

Bakura rolled his eyes and pushed himself away from the frame, muttering, "Fine…"

Twisting the locks, he pulled the door open, feeling a smaller body brush roughly past him. Narrowing his eyes slightly at the attitude radiating from his roommate, Bakura closed the door again. Turning around, he watched as Ryou set his briefcase down and placed his shoes against the wall next to it, before collapsing face-first onto the couch. Creeping forward, the elder body dropped down on top of the other, successfully pulling an annoyed groan from him and a shift of his body.

"Get off me, Bakura."

"Nah."

The smaller body squirmed underneath him for a moment, before letting out a defeated sound and falling still.

"You're an ass."

"Thank you."

After a moment of silence, Ryou moved again, groaning, "Geeze, you're so fat, get off me."

Bakura let out a laugh, laying his head down on his roommate's hair, "Thanks a lot. I know muscle's a foreign thing to you."

Ryou grunted, managing to twist his body around under the older boy. He huffed as he glared up into mahogany eyes, before a yawn ruined his angry face.

The elder smirked down at him as his mouth closed, watching a hue of pink spread across his cheeks and the glaring expression return.

"Tired?"

"Shut up." He wrinkled his nose, pushing his arm against Bakura's chest, finally knocking him over and on to the floor with a thump.

Grunting, the elder boy sat up, tenderly rubbing his shoulder with a grimace. "Jerk."

Ryou rolled over, putting his back to the other male. "Ass."

"Loser."

"Faggot."

"Jerk off."

Ryou rolled back over halfway, smacking Bakura with one of the pillows that had been buried against his chest, "Yeah, I know you like to do that a lot."

Bakura laughed, pushing the pillow away, "Pretty boy."

He smirked, letting out another laugh as he watched the younger boy's face contort in annoyance. Picking himself up off the floor, Bakura caught the now-airborne pillow, throwing it back at his roommate. "Go take your nap."

Lifting himself from the couch, Ryou muttered under his breath as he passed the older boy, making sure to get in a good shove, before darting off down the hallway, bedroom door closing loudly.

Mahogany eyes peered around the door, quickly adjusting to the dark as he slipped in. He left the door open a bit, giving him enough light to maneuver through his roommate's room. The blinds on the one window were drawn closed, effectively shutting out all of the evening's sunlight.

Creeping forward, Bakura stood at the end of Ryou's bed, looking over the sleeping body. He was shirtless and his pajama pants were partially visible, due to the fact that his blanket was bunched around his thighs. His arms were wrapped around his blue pillow, white hair falling across his face as he buried his head deeper into the soft accessory.

Bakura, too, was shirtless; having removed it shortly after the younger male had retreated to his room for a nap. But, that didn't really matter at the moment. He had a best friend to wake up.

Crawling onto the bed, he carefully made his way forward, listening to the others soft mumbling as he sat down on Ryou's waist. The pressure made a small whine escape from the unconscious boy, his slim body twisting onto its back.

Bakura jerked away suddenly, a small hand nearly colliding with his jaw, before settling down on top of white hair. Leaning forward again, he listened, hearing the younger boy mutter.

"Mn, 'Kura.." Said boy moved out of the way of another twitching hand, "Stop it.. you can't.. Touya's here.. stop.."

Making a confused face, Bakura mentally shook his head, trying to keep his thoughts clean. Wasn't that Touya girl.. yeah, wasn't she the one in their chemistry class or something? The one he was drooling over.. the one he chased away..

Frowning slightly, Bakura lowered himself until his lips mere centimeters from his friend's ear and whispered his name.

Getting no response, he spoke a bit louder, "Hey, pretty boy.. wake up."

Ryou made a weak face, shifting his position. He made an effort this time to restrain his hands, holding his wrists down.

"Waaake uuup, prettyyy boooyyy.." He sang, moving the others hands to lie against the pillow.

Letting out a long whine, Ryou's hands twitched again, green eyes slowly cracking open when his sleepy brain began to register that they were immobile. His senses returning quickly, the younger male jerked in surprise, as the face of his roommate swam into focus.

"Bakura!" He pressed himself back into his bed as far as he could, staring up with wide eyes. "Wh-what do you think you're doing!?"

The elder smirked, watching as a hue of red spread quickly across Ryou's cheeks. He lowered his head again, keeping his voice low, "I'm hungry, Ryou.. feed me."

His small body twisted and Bakura watched as the flush spread further across his face, "Get off me then and I will!"

His smirk widened as he let his tongue slip out to quickly graze over the red cheek, before laughing at the gasp he received.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?"

Ryou ground his teeth together, still trying to free his hands, "No! You're heavy, so get off!"

He laughed again, slowly slipping off the smaller body and sitting separate from the other.

The second boy was sitting up immediately, casting an angry glare in Bakura's direction.

They sat in silence, until Bakura began to impatiently bob around in his seat, making the bed bounce slightly. This made Ryou look up from fixing his pant legs, giving the other an annoyed look.

"Do you mind?"

Bakura smirked, ceasing his bounces to crawl forward and all but drape himself over the small male. Curling his arms around his shoulders, he replied, "Give me food and maybe I'll go away."

Ryou rolled his eyes, pushing his roommate off of him and standing up, "Do you promise?"

The elder chuckled, slipping off the bed to follow him down the hall and into the living room, "I guarantee nothing."

Sighing, the shorter boy made his way into the adjacent kitchen, a yawn crossing his features.

"You're still tired?" Bakura lifted a white brow in question, before pulling himself back up onto the counter and watching as Ryou stared at the contents of their refrigerator. "I let you sleep for four hours!" He held up four fingers to emphasize his point, "Four to eight! Four hours!"

Ignoring the fingers Bakura was leaning forward to shove in his face, he swatted them away, muttering, "So, do you want leftover casserole or ravioli."

"Steak!" The arm being stretched outward suddenly became vertical, as a disturbingly large grin broke out across Bakura's face, "Marinated, grilled, raw, I don't care, but I want steak!"

Ryou sighed, standing straight and closing the fridge door with a thump, "Pizza it is then."

Bakura's face immediately fell, as well as his arm, "No steak?"

Green eyes rolled to the ceiling again before closing, one hand coming to pinch the bridge of his nose, the other grabbing the wall phone.

"I'll ask if they put steak on pizza, okay? Relax."

Wrinkling his nose, Bakura reluctantly agreed. He waited as his roommate finally held the phone to his ear after finding the number, becoming bored and drumming his fingers impatiently against the counter between his parted legs. Listening in when he heard the word 'steak', Bakura stared at the other boy, studying his features to try and decipher just what the pizza man was saying.

Hopping off the counter when that failed, he attempted to tilt the phone so he could hear, only to be pushed away by an irritated Ryou. Growling softly, he settled for pressing his ear against the back of the phone.

'…and I just checked with my manager. He said that we're currently out of the steak topping…'

Bakura jerked away as he heard the muffled sentence, grabbing the phone out of Ryou's hand before the younger boy could protest.

"Give me my order so far." He barked into the receiver.

'Err… is this still ?'

"Just give me what I have so far, damnit!"

'Uhm…one large pizza with pepperoni, extra cheese and mushrooms, sir.'

"Steak! I want steak as well!"

'I'm sorry sir, but…'

"I. Want. Steak."

'But sir! - '

"You listen to me, you little pizza prick." He made a fist towards the wall, a snarl making his lips curl, "If I don't get my steak, so help me, I will come down there myself and you will be substituted as my steak!"

There was a silence at the other end of the phone and Bakura narrowed his eyes at a dark spot on the plain wallpaper, "Now, give me my order again."

'…O-one… uhm, large pizza with…p- pepperoni, extra cheese, mushrooms… and…'

"And?"

'…S-steak.'

"Good boy. Now, how long will it take to get here?"

'Uhm…well…between 30 to 45 minutes?'

"Twenty minutes. Get it here." Bakura hit the off button with his thumb, returning the phone to its cradle. Shifting his gaze back down, he realized that Ryou was staring at him, hands on his hips. "What?"

Shaking his head, Ryou brushed past him, "You know, it's a good thing they ask for your address first. I also hope you know that we can never order from that place again."

Bakura shrugged, "It's not my fault they were out of steak when I wanted some."

Twenty minutes later, Ryou carried himself from the couch, hearing three small knocks float from the door. Bakura was on his feet as well, nearly bouncing on his roommate's heels and chanting, "Steak steak steak steak steak steeaakkk…"

Rolling his eyes, Ryou unlocked the door and pulled it open, his eyes widening and Bakura's narrowing, his 'happy' mood gone.

"Touya?" Emerald eyes drooped slightly and a lazy smile spread across his lips.

"Touya." The others voice darkened as he muttered, his posture straightening and arms folding across his bare chest.

"Ryou?" The voice of the blue – haired girl was soft, "You live here?"

Suddenly flustered, he realized he was still shirtless, and he felt himself turning red and look away, "Well… sort of, I mean… not really… but, uhm…"

"He's living here temporarily." Bakura cut in, placing an arm around Ryou's neck, "He's my roommate."

"Then… which one of you made that threatening phone call for your pizza?" She gestured down to the box in her hands, "It had Robbie terrified to answer the next call."

Bakura smirked, "That would be me. It has steak on it, right." He added a glare for good measure.

"O-of course. Jed ended up digging through the freezer and finding some." Touya held the large box out in front of her as if a sort of offering to the intimidating male. He snatched it immediately, a slightly crazed grin breaking out across his lips as he danced away with it.

Ryou sighed as he watched the others antics, shaking his head as he turned back to Touya.

"Sorry about him.. he has a small problem. With steak. And authority. And the word no."

A small giggle floated through the air, "That's alright.. turns out he's not the only steak fanatic in town. It's our best seller, you know."

Ryou gave a dumb smile, before a surprised look crossed his face and he began to dig around his pocket. Pulling out some bills, the white haired boy handed them over, a grin spreading back across his features.

"You can keep the change for your trouble."

Touya smiled back, nodding and taking a step away, "Thank you very much, Ryou.. I really should be getting back though, I'm supposed to call when I'm on my way. You know.. make sure I wasn't killed by the maniac for steak.."

An awkward laugh pulled itself from Ryou's throat and he could feel his cheeks burning in embarrassment. "Yeah, again, sorry about that.. he really shouldn't even be allowed out in public, but you know.."

Another giggle and a small wave, "Alright, well.. I'll see you around."

Ryou raised his hand in farewell, before quietly shutting the door. His eyes narrowing and a frown settling on his lips, Ryou whipped around, burning holes into Bakura's bare back.

"What is your problem!"

A sound of disinterest answered him, watching as the other picked off mushrooms in annoyance and then devoured another slice from his seat on the floor. Making his way over, he smacked the back of the others head as he sat down on the couch, next his shoulder. Receiving a growl in response, Ryou ignored his roommate, reaching past him to the box of pizza on the coffee table. Reclining back with his prize, green eyes closed momentarily, before opening halfway and staring absentmindedly across the room. They sat in silence for a few moments, before Ryou opened his mouth again.

"What do you have against her. And don't say 'nothing', because you obviously have some vendetta."

Loud chewing was the only response he received, and he sighed, taking another bite.

Ryou closed his eyes again. He knew trying to get an honest answer from his best friend would be like pulling teeth. Tilting his head back as he chewed, he tenderly rubbed his fingertips against the side of his head in irritation. So ridiculous..

"I don't like her."

Cracking his eyes open, Ryou tilted his head slightly, resting his half-eaten slice of pizza on his thigh.

"What?"

"I said.." Bakura's hair seemed to bristle slightly as he spoke, his words low and muttered, "..I don't like her."

Sighing again, Ryou sat up, leaning forward to discard the food he wasn't even hungry for anymore. Resting his arms against his knees, the younger boy stared down at the other, a look of exasperation settling on his face.

"Why don't you like her."

"I just don't."

"I get that. Why though?"

"I just don't like her, okay!" A half-eaten crust landed harshly as Bakura threw it into the box and got to his feet. "I'm allowed not to like people, okay, for whatever reason!"

Slanted crimson eyes met confused emerald, the outburst unexpected to both of them. Frowning, Ryou stood up as well, lowering his gaze.

"Fine," He murmered, "Whatever you say, Bakura."

Another low growl erupted from the others chest and the sudden motion in front of Ryou made him jump with a small noise. Angry red eyes glared down at him and the bare chested man was suddenly in his bubble, long finger pointed in his face.

"Don't you dare try to play the victim in this!" His voice rose in volume, his temper flaring and his anger getting the best of him, "You think you understand, you think you've got it alllll figured out, that 'Oh, he's just acting like an idiot', 'Oh, he just wants attention', no. No, you don't get it, Ryou. You don't. You think you do, and you don't." He shook his head, "Goodnight."

With his vent finished and his temper cooling, Bakura backed away, hand dropping to his side. Shaking his head again, he turned and began to walk away, but fingers wrapped around his arm and held him back before he could get too far. Eyes meeting once more, it was Ryou's turn to stare angrily at the other man.

"No, no 'goodnight'! We obviously need to sort this out. You're more sensitive and unpredictable when this topic comes up! Every time!" His hands met each other to try and emphasize his point, "I don't understand why you act like this! It's so childish, it's like you're, you're.. I don't know, jealous or something! Like I need to spend more time with you than I already do, and I'm not allowed to be friends with a girl!"

Green eyes stared desperately up at the older man, searching for an answer.

"I don't, get it." He repeated softly.

Bakura shook his head for a third time, "You're so oblivious, Ryou. Completely.. right out there!" A frustrated smile broke out across his thin lips, hands in the air, "You're right though, you don't get it. It's been six years and you still don't get it. I don't know how much longer I can keep trying."

With that said, he closed his eyes and raked a hand back into crazed silver locks. With an aggravated noise, he slowly opened his eyes to give the other a sad, tired look. Exhaling loudly, Bakura turned, disappearing down the hall and into his room. Hearing the door close with a soft click, Ryou stood there, dumbfounded.

..What the hell was going on?

Bam! Finally some progress. Poor Ryou.. I don't even know what's going on. Ohh wait, yes I do. Lots of reviews clue you in to the third chapterrrr :D