Yami's eyes slowly opened a few hours later, trying to glance out of the window, but his vision obscured by a great deal of fluffy white hair. He went to snuggle back into the warmth, before remembering last night, and just who was in his bed. He leapt backwards, managing to hit his head quite spectacularly off the wall. The resounding thud, coupled with the cold now Yami had moved, woke Bakura. He yawned and stretched, before fully opening his eyes. Looking over at Yami, who was rubbing the back of his head with a pained look on his face, Bakura sat up, looking quite confused with the whole situation. Him, Yami's bed. Yes, the whole thing rather confused him.
Yami clambered off his bed, trying not to touch Bakura in the process. Stretching out, he realised he was still shirtless. Blushing, he grabbed one off the back of a chair and pulled it on. Turning round, he saw Bakura hadn't moved, and was just sitting on the bed, watching him. "So, um, what actually went on over the past 24 hours?" Yami blurted out; his head buzzing with so many questions he was struggling to keep them controlled. "You tell me. I remember you crying. And getting blood down you. And coffee... I remember coffee." Bakura looked a bit dreamy, til he jumped back to reality as Yami spoke. "Well, I think we should just never tell anyone of this. And forget about it." Bakura seemed to consider this for a second, before standing up, Yami assuming he was going to leave. He took a step back, to allow Bakura to get past. As Bakura reached him, Yami got quite a shock. He'd somehow found himself on the receiving end of one hell of a kiss. Bakura slowly pushed against him, backing Yami against the wall. Their bodies flush together, Yami's arms found themselves around Bakura's waist. One of Bakura's hands was on his cheek, slowly caressing it with his thumb. The other perched on the edge of Yami's hip. An intense battle for control was fought by their tongues, both putting as much emotion into it as they could until dizziness kicked in from lack of air. Staggering apart, they both breathed heavily for a moment, before Yami turned to the thief.
"What happened to you wanting to kill me and all then?" Yami's voice was only just audible, the lack of oxygen in his brain making him feel fuzzy. "I don't know. Back in Ancient Egypt, whenever I saw anyone of your blood, my own boiled with rage. I spent hours considering just how I'd slowly and painfully slaughter you. I'd laugh to myself at the thought of you drowning in your own blood, as I used your internal organs to make a border around you..." Bakura's smile became sadistic, his eyes glazed over. Yami gave him ten seconds before shaking his shoulder. "Bakura?" His eyes snapped shut and open, before he looked up at Yami. "Anyway, yes I used to feel like that. That anger, its just gone. I don't recall when, or how for that matter; but it just doesn't seem to be there.
And without the desire to cut you into nothing but atoms, I can appreciate just how attractive you are." The abnormally pale thief flushed as he realised what he had just said. Yami grinned at the pink tinge contrast to Bakura's usual ghost-like appearance. "Well you've managed to both terrify and flatter me all in one speech. Intriguing." Yami and Bakura held each others stare for a few minutes, before the sound of plastic on wood reached them - Yami's cell. Yami looked hesitant as he answered his phone. "Hey Yami, we still haven't found Bakura. Have you seen him?" "No Yugi, I haven't seen him. I'll call you if I do, otherwise call me in about six hours to update me. Right now I need a nap hikari." "Ok Yami, talk soon!" Yami hung up, placing his cell back on the desk. "I suppose the hikari's are out for my blood?" Bakura smirked at the thought of Ryou having a skitz about not being able to find him. Yami nodded, before sinking down onto his bed, running a hand through his hair.
Bakura sat next to him, wrapping an arm round his shoulders and pulling him close. This contact, just a gentle hug, made Yami feel content. Never in a million years did he think he could get anything but anger from Bakura's touch. He could feel the muscles in Bakura's face move; the thief was smiling. Smiling, not smirking. His other hand intertwined its fingers with the smaller mans. Disentangling himself, Yami sat up, before leaning over to kiss Bakura on the cheek.
Bakura turned and returned it. A faint pink tinge swept the former Pharoah's face, originating from the point of contact. They smiled at each other. Yami couldn't stop staring at it, he'd never seen Bakura really smile. It was sweet in a way, yet still rather peculiar; a whole new side to him even.
Yeah , it's short. I just wanted something sweet to add to it, since the past few were rather dark. There's like 3 other things I'm working on, and one I REALLY want to start. Reviews would be cool, I need constructive criticism.