Chapter 3

Marik grunted and turned onto his left side as something nudged him. His still half dazed mind wanted sleep and there was a very annoying nudging going on that was making that rather difficult. Finally it stopped and just as the dark smiled in triumph, he was rolled over and his lower lip was viciously attacked. Dark purple eyes shot open and atop his chest sat Malik who let his Yami's lip go when said dark was finally awake. "About damn time!" He hissed, violet eyes annoyed but tinted with amusement. "We are going home."

"But Hikari-Pretty," Marik whined back, trying to pull the other closer so he could further what Malik started. "I don't wanna go anywhere."

Malik twisted out of Marik's grip, pecking him once on the cheek before standing. "If you want some, you'll get a move on." The corner of his lips perked up into a smile and he walked towards the front door being sure to make a show of it. Marik grinned, his tongue running over his lips and he stood to follow the light out of the house completely oblivious to the whitenette's curled up asleep on the couch together.

Malik sighed relieved when the door was shut but couldn't help but giggle. He'd woken up and imminently saw Bakura and Ryou on the couch. It was a rather cute scene; Ryou curled up on the Dark's chest and Bakura's arm around the light protectively and the other hanging off the side of the couch. That was why he tried to get his own dark out of the house before they woke up. It would be easier on Ryou if Bakura woke up and 'didn't have to explain himself' to the Egyptians, pushing Ryou away once more.

A pair of hands wrapping around his midsection brought the boy out of his thoughts and he sighed a little at how impatient Marik was. You owe me Ryou. Malik took his Yami's hand and quickly led him back home.

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At the sound of a door being closed, Bakura opened his dark eyes. There was a pain in his neck and he cursed slightly. He wasn't in his own bed so he imagined that was why. The couch never was comfy for sleeping. Let alone sleeping with another being.

Wait…

Bakura's dark gaze fell on the boy still sound asleep on his chest and memories quickly flooded back into his mind. "I love you Bakrua…" Had… Had he really said that or was Bakura just tipsy from the amount of booze? No he said it. No denying that. Bakura tensed when Ryou shifted, his chocolate eyes flickering to life. He pushed up from the thief, rubbing his eyes and swinging his legs over the side of the couch to slump into the kitchen. Bakura watched his back, curious.

Familiar sounds started to fill the kitchen and the former tomb robber got to his feet, rubbing his neck in an attempt to get the pain out of it. He followed the light's tracks into the kitchen where the boy was now pouring coffee. The thief had to raise an eyebrow at this. Was the light always this absent minded in the morning? He didn't even realize he was asleep with Bakura-

No he was asleep ON me, not with me. He firmly corrected himself just as Ryou turned and finally saw him. The boy blinked but smiled a little. "Good morning Bakura."

"Uh… yeah. Morning." He sat in his usual spot at the table, glancing at the Hikari as the boy went on about the normal routine the dup seemed to have adopted.

"I guess Malik and Marik left earlier." Ryou said, putting a mug of black coffee down in front of the dark. He then sat in his own spot, pouring a generous amount of sugar and milk into his own.

Bakura watched him, not really listening. He was too busy thinking things over in his head. He wanted to get an answer out of the boy but he wasn't about to come out and ask. Suddenly yesterday flooded back. The way Ryou reacted to the water, the flush, the random visit from Malik… The corner of his lips turned up into the ever-present smirk and Bakura took a slip from the mug, speaking as if he was about to discuss the weather. "Ryou did you know Malik sleep talks?"

Ryou looked at him, milk chocolate eyes now matching the shade of brown as the drink he held. "No I guess I didn't."

The dark nodded, taking another sip. "He's rather clear too. Nothing mumbled." Ryou kept looking at him, wondering where the conversation was going. "Sometimes he says things I wonder if he means." Bakura went on, making a satisfied 'ah' sound after another gulp. "Stuff he wouldn't say if he was awake."

Ryou looked at him, fully confused now. "What are you saying?"

Bakura glanced at the Hikari. Gods sometimes Ryou was too oblivious for his own good. The thief set the mug down, leaning on the table. "Apparently Yuugi does as well. It must be a 'Hikari thing' to talk in your sleep." He grinned, slightly tilting his head to the side and starring into Ryou's eyes. "Do you?"

The light starred at him before his eyes widened and he glanced away. "I guess I don't know. I don't believe so anyway…" He trailed off, taking a sip of his coffee.

Grinning, Bakura leaned closer. "You sure? People reveal secrets in their sleep you know. They say that the prime time to get how somebody feels is to ask them when they are either drunk or sleep talking." The grin spread as Ryou's face turned pink.

"R-Really? I-I never knew that…"

"Mmhm." Bakura leaned in more but raised an eyebrow as Ryou quickly stood and walked over to the sink. The boy rinsed the remainder of the beverage out then set on the counter to try. Bakura watched as Ryou then walked out, the sound of footsteps going upstairs. The thief grinned again. So he'd stumbled on what his light was hiding from him. Well now. This was going to be fun…

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Ryou leaned back against his bedroom wall. His eyes were looking up at the ceiling but his mind was focusing on the sounds he heard from downstairs. The TV was turned on and Ryou could hear the rich laugh of his Yami at some gunshot sound followed by "Idiotic mortal. Don't go into a convicted killer's cell then!"

The light sighed. What had Bakura been talking about at the table? Did Ryou say something while he was asleep? No because he fell asleep in his own bed while Bakura was-

Milk chocolate eyes went wide. He'd gone downstairs last night and fell into Bakura, falling asleep on the thief's chest! Ryou felt himself sink to the floor, face red with embarrassment. He'd slept with his Yami! No, you slept on your Yami. Not with. Ryou looked up at that thought. Once again the voice of reason bringing his low sprits up slightly. Looking at it like that seemed a lot more harmless. Okay so he fell asleep with-… on Bakura. Maybe he'd said something in his sleep? Something that Bakura wanted to know about?

Ryou's lips turned into a frown as he thought. What could he have said that would… "Oh God." He spoke out loud, eyes the size of saucers. Had he… had he told him? That had to be it. Nothing else would be bad enough for Bakura to be teasing him like he was! Ryou buried his face in his arms, a part of him hoping this was all a dream and he'd wake up to a world where Bakura was still unknowingly making him blush.

When his eyes opened again to his room, Ryou sighed and stood up. Of course he was going to have to face the thief. This WAS happening and he couldn't avoid Bakura forever… Maybe it was for the better? Malik had said himself he needed to tell him. Maybe this was just the 'push' he needed? Yes and when Bakura laughs in your face and breaks your heart, I'll remind you of that. "Thanks for the pep talk." Ryou muttered to himself. Jeez if it wasn't bad enough having Bakura know how he felt, Ryou was now talking to himself. Sighing he placed his hand on the knob but didn't have the heart to twist it open. That thought scared him. It was what kept him from telling Bakura years ago. His Yami would surely reject him and laugh.

But Malik was right and he couldn't keep hiding like this! It was tearing him apart! So with a big breath of air, Ryou walked out of his room and down the stairs. He lingered on the last step, peering around the corner to where Bakura sat lazily, dark eyes watching the flickering TV. He took another deep but quiet breath before walking over and sitting on the couch along with the dark but at the complete opposite end.

Bakura turned his gaze over to the light, a grin falling into place. "And where did you run off too?"

"I-I went to take a shower…" Ryou muttered, keeping his eyes on the TV as if he was watching to avoid Bakura's eyes.

Bakura noticed, however, and grabbed the remote. He hit the power button so the box shutoff and Ryou inadvertently looked at him, quickly regretting it. Bakura was now much closer and Ryou blushed slightly. "So you have something to tell me?"

How did-? Mindlink. Ryou sighed, cursing the connection and blocking the dark out which caused Bakura to smirk. "I uh… W-What did I say… exactly… in my sleep…?"

"Hm? And here you said you didn't know if you talked in your sleep of not." Bakura couldn't help but toy with the boy. Ryou honestly set himself up for this one. He wasn't going to make it easy on him.

Ryou flushed and glanced away. "W-Well I don't per say, b-but I figured you had to have a reason to bring that up…"

"Well do you have some 'dark secret' you're not telling me?" Bakura rested his arm on the back of the couch, leaning his head against his palm. His dark eyes were glued to Ryou as he watched the boy squirm. He really was rather adorable when he blushed. Bakura noticed that when he had been given his own body. Course that wasn't the only time the thief though Ryou was cute… I'M not on trial here! He harshly reminded himself, a slight frown curling the corners of his lips.

"W-Well I-… I guess I…"

"Out with it then."

Ryou flushed more and looked down so his snow white bangs fell in his face. Why must Bakura make this so hard if he already bloody knew? "Wa-What I mean is… I-… I-… iaminlovewithyouBakura."

There was a few seconds of silence until Bakura ruined it by chuckling. Ryou felt tears swell up in his eyes and he dug his fingernails into his palms. He should have saw this coming. He DID see this coming! So why had he told him? Ryou bit on his lower lip as the thief laughed. The pain then turned into something else.

Anger.

Suddenly Ryou stood and snapped his head over at Bakura. "You are a jerk, do you know that? If you knew how I felt why did you have to put me through that? If you don't feel the same that's fine! But you don't… You don't have to laugh at me you ass!" He shouted the last word, tears of embarrassment and heartache now falling from his cheeks. His chest moved faster as he panted form the outburst.

Bakura had stopped laughing and was now starring at him shocked. He had no memory of Ryou ever cussing or yelling at him. The dark frowned and got to his feet. Ryou stepped back, the anger now being replaced with fear. He'd messed up now. "An ass am I?" Bakura said, his face an unreadable mask Ryou couldn't decipher. He moved towards him until Ryou was flat against one of the walls. "You of all people should be aware that I do NOT care for anyone other than myself! I don't care if you are 'half of my soul'! You are still a weak little boy who doesn't know anything!"

The pair stayed like that. Bakura was starring down at Ryou, waiting for the boy to do something. Ryou was to afraid to move. He closed his eyes, squeezing out a few more tears. His mind raced back to the day that started all this. Bakura was drunk, no doubt there, and had kissed Ryou. The Hikari swallowed hard and dared to break the silence. "Y-You said… that you can tell how a person feels when they are drunk or… asleep…"

Bakura frowned. "Yeah, so?"

Ryou opened his eyes again, daring to look into Bakura's darker ones. "You… kissed me."

Bakura starred at him, dumbfounded. "I… what?" Was his Hikari trying to lie his way out of trouble? There was no way in 7 hells the tomb robber would believe that. "Hikari if you're going to make excuses you need to learn how to lie fir-"

"It's not an excuse." Ryou frowned, clinging to his newly discovered confidence. "The night you went out drinking with Marik. You came home and… and you overheard me tell Malik how I-… then you said I needed to say it again and then you… kissed me." Ryou's voice softened as the memory he had enjoyed now hurt. Bakura growled low, one that made Ryou shutter further back against the wall. "Y-You did! And you held me last night! When my father called you held me and let me sleep with you!"

"No I allowed you to sleep ON me!"

"Whatever! The point is you did it!" Ryou's eyes narrowed and he stepped closer to Bakura who took a step back. "How can you laugh at me for loving you if you give me signals like that? This is, if anything, your fault! If you don't feel the same way I get it. Fine. But do not blame this on me like you are trying! You led me on so much even MALIK thought you-" Ryou's voice broke. The confidence faded and the pain returned. Malik was wrong. He wasn't supposed to tell Bakura how he felt. Not wanting to show any more weakness to the thief, Ryou turned and made a move to go to the door when his wrist was grabbed and stopped him.

He turned his watery gaze back to Bakura who still wore the unreadable mask. "I… remember that kiss. I remember walking in on you and Malik… talking about me…" Bakura's eyes fell downcast. "I don't know what came over me but I haven't been leading you on as you so kindly put it." The former tomb robber brought his eyes back up to meet Ryou's. "I guess I just have a funny way of… 'flirting'?" Ryou's eyes winded and the thief let his hold on the light's wrist drop. "I was laughing because I found it ironic that I couldn't tell you what I was forcing you to admit and-" Bakura sighed annoyed and pushed his bangs back. "Aw hell Ryou. I love you too you idiot." Ryou lowered his head. His body was trembling and tears fell down his pale cheeks. This made Bakura panic slightly and he glanced away. "If you don't feel the same way anymore I understand…"

"N-No… I-It's not… that." Ryou wiped his eyes on the back of his sleeve and looked up at his Yami with a watery smile. "I'm just… relieved you don't hate me."

Bakura looked back the light and blinked confused. "Why would I hate you? Because you called me an ass? Half of Domino calls me that on a daily basis Ryou."

Ryou laughed slightly, shaking his head. "N-No. Hate me because… I love you." Suddenly Ryou stumbled when he was pulled foreword and arms wrapped around to hold him in place. Bakura rested his cheek on the top of Ryou's head. Tears filling his eyes, the light wrapped his arms around Bakura's waist. For once, he wasn't crying out of pain of sadness. For once Bakura was the source of his tears, and they were out of pure joy.

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NOTE: D'aww! OOC Bakura just warm's the heart don't he? xD Well I have one more chapter in mind and it shall be a Lemon. But I've never really written one so it'll suck I'm sure~. So if you don't wanna read my crappy next chapter, you can end the story here. (That would be why it ended on that note) Also please excuse Grammar, Spelling, and many more errors. I wrote this at 5am. Remember, Chapters come faster with reviews!