A/N: Here's the next chappie, enjoy! I hope I didn't get anybody OOC...or at least too much.
Disclaimer: I dun own YGO, just this story.
Chapter
3: Date?
Joey hummed to himself as he ran his fingers through his dirty blond hair, just now cleaned and dried from his shower. He wore his usual white T-shirt and blue jeans, but decided to use the chain wallet he had bought long ago. He made the excuse that it was because his other one was worn-out, but in the back of his mind he knew he just wanted to impress a certain white-haired yami. He walked out the door, locking it behind him. His father was still sleeping, so he had no morning encounters today.
Just as he started down the steps, his phone rang. He plucked it from his pocket, answering it without even looking at the caller-ID. "'Ello?"
"Hey, Joey!" a female voice greeted on the other side. Joey grinned, and slid down the stair's railing the rest of the way.
"Hey Mai! What's up?"
"Ah, nothing much. I was just checking on you." Mai replied nonchalantly. Joey snickered, and landed on his feet after the rail-ride ended.
"Aw, really? That's so sweet of ya!" he joked. He heard Mai huff.
"Well, I mean it! Anyway, what are you doing today?" she asked. Joey couldn't hide his grin.
"Meetin' someone at the park." he said, unable to hide the happiness in his tone. Mai let out a suspicious "hmm".
"Who're you meeting?"
"Someone." Joey teased.
"Is it a date or something?"
Joey blushed, and scratched his cheek nervously. He, however, grinned.
"If you'd like to call it that…" he trailed off. He actually didn't mind his meeting with Bakura being called a date, really.
"With who!" Mai asked, a bit of envy in her tone. Joey chuckled. He had to turn Mai down long ago when he discovered he didn't like girls in that way.
"Guess." You never will.
"Yami? Yugi?"
At this, Joey laughed loudly. "Not even close!"
"Tristan?"
"…Are you feelin' alright, Mai?" Joey asked, a bit frightened at the thought of going on a date with his best friend. Mai laughed.
"I'm fine. Well, is it that Duke kid?" she asked. Joey thought for a minute.
"No, but now that you mention him I haven't seen 'im lately…"
"Maybe he got a life. Who knows?"
Joey laughed. "Well, keep guessin'. You're never gonna get it right."
"Bakura, where are you in such a rush to?" Ryou asked, cocking his head to the side. Bakura stumbled a bit, running around the living room frantically.
"P-park!" he huffed. Ryou blinked.
"The park? Why on Earth are you going there?"
Bakura halted, thinking over his answer. "I'm…meeting someone there." Ryou smiled, and clapped his hands together.
"You're going on a date?" he gasped, his face aglow. Bakura's eye twitched.
"No…" he trailed off. That idea was going a bit too fast for him, but he didn't mind it as much as he thought he would. Ryou's face became quizzical again.
"Well, who are you meeting?" he asked.
"No one." Bakura answered quickly. Maybe too quickly…that look on Ryou's face was scaring him a bit.
"Really?" Ryou said, crossing his arms and smirking. Yes, smirking. That's what scared Bakura.
"Yes, now I'll be off."
With that Bakura rushed to the door, a light blush coming to his cheeks. He barely heard Ryou shouting that he had forgotten his pants…
"Bye Mai."
Joey hung up his phone, putting it back in his pocket and sitting on the bench. He looked around, searching for a certain yami. Maybe he should've specified a spot last night…then again, Bakura would find him no matter what; he had the Millennium Ring, after all. He started humming, somehow not finding all the memories of Bakura so horrifying now. He guessed that when you got to know him, he wasn't so bad. Though, it seemed that you had to be permitted to get close to him. Joey wasn't sure if Bakura had only let him get near him because he was tired, however. The yami was suspicious about close to everything, from the ice-cream man to a German Shepard. Joey chuckled. Bakura didn't like not knowing another's intentions very much.
He stopped and looked up at the sky.
How could he notice so much about a man he just now got to know? An evil man, at that. How? What was it about Bakura that made him notice every little thing about him? What was it about him that made him so fidgety at the thought of seeing him again? What was it about him that seemed so wrong, yet so right? Joey sighed again. Asking himself questions wasn't going to solve anything. He looked to the right, not exactly sure why. He was glad he did, though.
Bakura was running towards him, his eyes dead-set on Joey. Joey smiled, and blushed lightly when Bakura grinned and winked back. When he reached the bench, Bakura plopped down next to Joey, taking a quick breather. Joey chuckled.
"Hey there." he greeted. Bakura grinned wider.
"Hey there to you, too."
Joey laughed softly again, and leant back against the bench. "How's your day so far?" he asked. Bakura chuckled, a bit nervously, Joey noticed.
"Well, this is the best part so far," he said, making Joey blush, "but morning was a bitch." Joey laughed.
"What happened?" he asked. Bakura sighed, leaning back as well and propping his arms up on the bench's back-support.
"Well, I almost left without any pants, for one thing." he admitted. Joey laughed harder. Bakura glared at him, giving him a light smack on his head. "Anyway, Marik came over when I woke up…so…yeah…that was Hell." Joey blinked at him.
"You never did tell me what happened with you and Marik." he said, leaving a hint in his voice for Bakura to tell him. Bakura groaned, his head falling back and the long locks of ivory hair drifting downwards to the ground.
"Ryou gave up on trying to get it out of me. You should too." he muttered, closing his eyes. Joey grinned.
"Well, too bad for you because I'm stubborn. Now tell me." he said, nudging Bakura's side. He took note of how that muscle twitched beneath the tight black shirt whenever he touched it. Bakura's mouth twitched as well when he did that.
"No. It's nothing." he said, turning his head away from Joey. "Nothing at all…"
"Don't sound like nothing."
Bakura snapped his head back to Joey, glaring. "Do you really want to know?"
Joey grinned even though Bakura was trying to threaten him. "Yeah." He had been right, judging from the disappointed look on Bakura's face.
"…What's it to you, anyway?" Bakura muttered darkly, closing his eyes and tilting his head back with his face to the sky. Joey smiled, and nudged Bakura's side again, watching the twitches that took place.
"It depends on what it is. If it's really nothing, it'll be nothing to me. If it's something, then it'll be something to me." he explained. Bakura was silent for a while. His crimson eyes opened, and they stared wonderingly up at the clouds with a look of contemplation and hurt deep inside the ruby pools. Joey's eyes glistened with pity, yet the comforting smile stayed on his face. "You can tell me, Bakura. We're friends, right?" His words came out soothingly, and he could see them affecting Bakura through his eyes. Bakura sighed, and sat up, leaning over with his elbows on his knees, his chin rested on his hands. Joey smiled still, his hand now on Bakura's back. Bakura smirked a bit.
"Fine. But not now." he finally said. Joey sighed, but shrugged and smiled.
"Works for me. Now, have you ea—"
"No. You?"
Joey blinked and grinned goofily. "Nope!"
Bakura chuckled, and stood up. "Where do you wanna go?"
Joey stood up after him, grinning at how much taller he was, even if not a whole lot. "Anywhere."
Bakura's eye twitched. "Thanks for the suggestion." he muttered. "Well, what do you feel like eating?" Joey blinked. Bakura gave him a puzzled look. "What?"
"Dude…I'll eat anything."
Bakura blinked this time. "Oh…well…then…how about some steak?"
Joey practically leapt in the air from joy alone. "Let's go!" He grabbed Bakura's wrist and ran off, dragging the albino behind him. Bakura had no trouble keeping up, but he did have trouble understanding why Joey's touch made his heart skip a beat. It did yesterday and today it was only stronger. Bakura didn't like it much when Joey's grip loosened, and his hand flicked up to grasp Joey's wrist automatically. If Joey had been confused at Bakura's actions, he most certainly didn't show it. Bakura was surprised at what his hand had done, but thanked it when Joey grabbed his hand, curling his fingers around his palm and hooking his thumb with his.
