Nature's Law 4- The Law of Gravitation.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me (fortunately for the characters) I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh in any way, shape or form. After all, if I did, there would be so much shonen-ai moments that it would not be at all funny.
Warning: Yaoi/Shonen-Ai! If you don't like, please don't read! Rated for later content and swearing. Darkshipping- i.e. Yami and Bakura
Flames shall be extinguished with great force because it is bush-fire season and I hate bush-fires. Many Australians do.
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Sorry for such a long wait- I've been very slack I'm afraid- no other words for it come to mind... uu; Anyways, here's the fourth chappie for you all- Enjoy!
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Ireina
They'd figured that it would be best to wait for their hikari's out the front of the room, rather than just strolling in holding hands.
Unfortunately, when the 'bell' rang, it was not one of hteir hikaris that exited first. It was…
"Bakura! Yami! Oh I'm so glad you're safe!" came a squeal from… Anzu. Bakura shot her a death glare, following up with dragging the Pharaoh away from the annoyingly cheerful person. She didn't get the hint.
"Yugi will be so glad you're back, Yami!" she simpered. The ex-Pharaoh winced at the sugary sweetness heavily laced into the girl's tone and glanced at Bakura, face unreadable.
"Oh yes, because I'm totally invisible. And Ryou, of course, would simply be glad to be rid of me." he said acidly, trying to pull his hand from Yami's grasp. Yami gripped all the tighter. If the thief pulled hard enough, and actually managed to separate from Yami, the bond would force them into their earlier position, and there was no way that was happening in public. He refused to acknowledge the small corner of his mind that insisted that he only meant in public- not necessarily in private. Or that he didn't like Anzu's cold attitude towards Bakura and how it actually seemed to have caused distress to the once tomb-robber, still thief.
Ra above knew why it affected Bakura- he'd never seemed to care how cold others were to him.
"Anzu, I would prefer that you were at least civil to Bakura. Or at least acknowledged his existence. Ra above, Anzu, you were nicer to Malik, and he controlled your mind. One would think with your… views on friendship, you could at least manage to be civil."
'Did I just snap at Anzu? Over Bakura of all people?' Judging from the looks he'd just received from both Bakura and Anzu, apparently so.
There was an uncomfortable pause among the noise and bustle of the high-school teens in the corridors, before Bakura dragged him off again, this time back outside.
Bakura was somewhat surprised. The pharaoh was telling off this mortal- one of his 'friends' no less, for giving him the cold-shoulder. They reached the outside, whereupon Bakura glared at the two or three people in the garden, (who raced off) before pushing Yami down onto the seat. Completely forgetting his earlier resolve not to be nearer to the Pharaoh than was absolutely necessary, he sat beside the slightly shorter man. "You told off the friendship heifer. Why?" he said bluntly, grabbing Yami by the shoulders.
Ruby eyes glared at him silently.
"Why, Pharaoh. It's not a hard question to answer." he said impatiently. "It had nothing to do with you, so why'd you interfere?"
The out-of-place tanned skin more suited to a desert sun than to be in among the cold Japanese winter sun collected a light tinge. "I don't have a clue." he said, looking away.
Bakura grabbed his chin, forcing the other to look him straight in the eyes. "You can't lie to save your life." he said, sighing.
"Most people don't seem to notice when I lie, thank you very much."
Bakura gave him a Look- a 'they-must've-been-complete-morons-not-to-notice' look.
"Most people don't know your expressions as well as I do." Bakura replied dryly. "Don't change the subject.
Yami muttered something unintelligible.
"I'm sorry, I don't speak gibberish. Japanese or Ancient Arabic only, thanks."
"It was distressing you. That's the reason, are you happy now?" Yami grouched in Arabic. If anyone else had heard that, Bakura knew what they would've thought, and hence was grateful for the ex-monarch's tact in using the ancient language. But that was besides the point- Bakura had bigger fish to fry.
"It didn't upset me- besides which, why the fuck do you care?" he demanded.
"You can tell when I'm lying- and I can tell when you're lying. And you're doing it right now. As to the question, when you figure it out, please do tell me."
The albino released the other's shoulders, running a slender hand through his own disarrayed locks. "Fucked if I know. And before you ask, Yami, it's none of your business."
"So you're a mind reader now, hm Bakura?"
Bakura looked up, realising that for the first time he'd referred to the Pharaoh as Yami out loud, and even worse, Yami had picked up on it. Typically of Bakura, he turned to his haven of nasty comments. "You were going to ask why Touzokuou Bakura, the heartless slayer of thousands, and a complete bastard by most people's books was bothered by a mortal's childish antics."
"I was actually going to ask why you, Akefia Bakura were upset by Anzu's inane chatter." Yami corrected quietly. With that statement, Yami effectively ripped away the thief's shield of words.
Really, Bakura was shocked. Within the space of a day, he had flirted shamelessly with Yami; ('Damn those looks he pulled were funny!!) whereupon the Pharaoh had risen to the occasion and (unfortunately) had definitely won that game, the Pharaoh could swear as loudly and badly as himself, and now the Pharaoh was speaking to him as though they were friends!
It was definitely a 'learning' day for the albino thief.
A semi-sheer curtain of white obscured his vision. Too busy thinking about the Pharaoh's possible angles to notice, Bakura merely dismissed it.
As though from a distance, he observed Yami's hand reach forward, pause, before softly and tentatively pushing the white locks of hair from his face and tucking them behind his ears.
He felt an odd sensation somewhere in the vicinity of his stomach area as his heartbeat accelerated. 'What the fucking hell?" he thought, raising his head. "Pharaoh?" he questioned, puzzled.
The shorter male leaned in, but before he could make contact…
"Yami! Bakura!" The Pharaoh snapped back as though he'd been burned. Bakura found himself oddly disappointed.
"Yugi, Ryou." he said calmly as though nothing had happened.
"What on Earth are you doing out here? It's snowing! Do come inside." Ryou said anxiously. "I don't want you to catch cold Bakura."
"I don't catch cold, yadounishi."
Ryou frowned. "Then why are you all flushed?"
Well, what was he supposed to say to that? He couldn't very well tell his hikari that he'd been in a 'passionate' and heated encounter with the Pharaoh. For one thing, Ryou wouldn't believe him. For another, it would ruin his reputation.
So, if he told Ryou part of the truth….
"It's windy and cold out here. That would be why." See- part of the truth.
Ryou raised his eyebrows. "More reason to come inside."
Bakura stood and pulled the Pharaoh with him. "By the way… Explain." he said, raising their joined hands.
Yugi sweatdropped. "We don't know. The electricity must've messed with the Millenium Items."
"We'd sort of figured that much out. But how do we get separated, Aibou? Because this baka tomb-robber is really getting on my nerves."
Widening his eyes, Bakura felt an odd sense of betrayal stab through his chest. 'Hellno!' he thought disbelievingly. 'Not happening! That pharaoh can hate me all he likes- I don't care! I hate him. Hate. Hate hate hate hate hate.'
Yami's eyes met his briefly, and an apologetic look flashed through his eyes. Bakura closed his own eyes. 'No! This was not supposed to happen. That idiot got through. How the fuck does he do that?' Cautiously he re-opened his eyes. Caught a pair of faintly concerned ruby eyes. Re-shut his own. 'Fuck him!' he thought viciously, not realising the irony of his choice of words. 'Fuck him to hell.'
Yami looked at Bakura worriedly. The thief looked visibly pained, and he hoped he hadn't upset him. He had only wanted not to frighten their hikaris into a heart attack by being friendly with him, not hurt him.
As they re-entered the hall, he whispered; "Are you okay, Bakura?"
The thief looked up from the floor, lifting pained eyes to the once King of Egypt's own. The eyes were quickly masked and a familiarly angry face stared back at him. "Oh, me? I'm fine, Pharaoh."
"Did you know that there's an interesting acrostic poem for that word." Yami said. "It suits you. Ryou, can I borrow a piece of paper?" he continued, pulling a random pen apparently from thin air. Writing furiously on the paper for a minute, he then handed it to the thief.
He'd written:
Fucked up
Insecure
Neurotic
Emotional
You're just F.I.N.E. Pull the other one, thief.
Bakura raised his eyebrows. "I wouldn't call myself neurotic Yami." The ex-pharaoh sighed in relief. The use of his name indicated that Bakura wasn't mad enough to start ripping his head of. "So you're admitting to the others?" Yami questioned slyly.
"Hell no. Though the first is… fixable." the thief replied, winking, apparently back to normal. (or as normal as he was capable of, being a couple-of thousand year old spirit of a tomb-robber and all…)
"While I'm sure you'd like me to 'fix' it for you, perhaps we should refrain from giving the hikaris a heart attack."
"Ah, true. After all, us doing that in the hall would be somewhat of a shock to them." Bakura sighed dramatically.
"Did you say something Bakura?" Ryou questioned.
"No yadounishi."
Ryou gave Bakura a suspicious look. "Don't pick another argument with Yami."
Bakura spread his hands beseechingly. "Who, moi?" Yami couldn't help but laugh at Bakura's sad attempt to seem innocent.
A familiar ice-blue streaked blonde bounded into the hall, grabbing Yugi and Ryou's arms. "There you are!" exclaimed one Taku Tsukiari.
"Hello Tsukiari-kun." Ryou said politely. "Whatever is the matter?"
"The sensei's looking for you two! Come on!" With that he dragged the two hikari down the hall.
/Stay out of trouble, Yami/ Yugi sent across the bond.
"Great. I'm stuck with you again." Bakura complained, smirking.
"Oh no. Not stuck with me again." Yami deadpanned jokingly.
The albino thief rolled his eyes. "Stop complaining Pharaoh! If anyone's allowed to complain, it's me! I'm stuck to an arrogant, haughty, spoilt little rich kid!"
Yami felt a stab of pain. Did Bakura still think so lowly of him? For Ra's sake, after all this you'd think Bakura's opinion of him would have improved… Yami's definitely had. But even so, he still had no clue why he'd almost kissed the other. For no apparent reason too. Overall, it was really quite disturbing.
"Oi, Earth to Yami!" A delicate white hand waved in front of his face.
"Hn? Oh, Bakura. Sorry, I wasn't listening, what did you say?"
"Damn you have a short attention span! I was saying that the stares these mortals are giving us are becoming rather annoying. Perhaps we could find a less populated area? Of course, I don't mind banishing them all…"
"Leave them lone, let's just go somewhere else. Got a place in mind?"
"Actually, yes." Bakura tugged on Yami's hand. "Get your lazy ass moving, baka Pharaoh."
Yami rolled his eyes. "Whatever, tomb-robber." and allowed Bakura to pull him out the door.
"I would've thought you'd prefer to be inside, thief. After all, there's no snow inside." he said blandly.
Bakura didn't turn, but Yami could've sworn he heard a muffled groan from the albino thief.
Bakura found what he apparently had been looking for- an odd gazebo-type thing in an obscure corner of the grounds.
"Watch your step, Pharaoh." he said as they walked up the stairs and under the shelter of the roof. Bakura turned around.
"You baka, you have snow all over you." he said and uncharacteristically stepped forward to brush the offending white specks from Yami's person. Brushing some from the gold bangs hanging beside Yami's face, he paused. Yami only just had time to note the look in the slightly taller male's blood-red eyes and speak his name before he felt Bakura roughly press his cool lips to Yami's own.
Some fluff for you all! I swear I'll have the next one out soon- another of my favourites- I love fluff!! XD
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Ireina