That was the best bar I had ever been to, it had a nice pack of girls and guys dancing, drinking, throwing up and having the time of their own lives. I had asked if we could kill a few of them for more amusement but Bakura said it would be best if we waiting a bit and enjoyed the night while we could.
Hell, I was glad he didn't kill anyone that night after all. I wanted to be sober if we did so I knew just what I was doing. I enjoyed remembering my victims faces but if I ever did forget them then it was no great loss.
Neither of us knew what time it was at all but the moon was out a little fuller then that last time I had remembered seeing it. Bright white light spilling from it over us and all of our surroundings as we laughed and walked thought the night on the familiar sidewalk. The two of us trying to support the other one up as we went forward.
My place was coming into view and I had such a grand idea that I pulled away from my partner and ran towards it. To bad a poll caught my eyes and though I was aiming for the house, I sort of missed…. And the poll clipped my shoulder, sent me stumbling and eventually spun me around till I landed flat on my rear.
Bakura eyes grew a hair wider as he half ran towards me and knelt down on one knee by my side and muttered something. Possibly wondering if I was alright but I could hardly make out his words anymore and this struck me as amusing so I burst out laughing. This caused him to laugh as well as he pulled me up and pushed me to the side a little and I clung to the poll. Still laughing my drunken ass off.
"Oh Ra.. Kura-" I couldn't help but chuckle as I remained standing thanks to my new friend, the poll. "Can you get the keys from my pocket?" I would have gotten them myself but I was to busy trying to keep myself from falling over flat on my face.
The other shrugged a little as he made his way a little closer and slipped his hand into the back of my pant pocket and felt around. This motion made me chuckle as I could feel his hand squirming about in the pocket near my bum.
"Not that pocket, the front one.. But if you like grabbing my ass then keep searching that one." It was obvious that I was enjoying this more then I should have but his indirect touch was feeling rather good.
That feeling was soon lost as his hand had left and the other's hand was crammed into my front pocket without questioning. The fingers went groping about and hit the keys but didn't pull them out which struck me as odd. Instead of moving up and out they went down and in, rubbing up against my thigh and then against something else.
"Damn it Kura, that is not the key and you know it," I tried to hiss but it came out in more of a small growl then a chuckle as he only smirked and rubbed harder against me with the small piece of pocket fabric in the way along with my boxers.
"I know it's not the house key but perhaps it is a key to something else I want.." He replied with his smirk still deeply embedded on his pale face as he felt around. Why did it have to feel so darn good right there? What was going on? How could a simple movement down below the belt feel so pleasurable?
"Just get the house key dip shit so I can sleep my drunken ass off." Hm.. Seemed the word 'ass' was popular for me tonight. All the same, Kura moved his hand out and produced the key before my eyes and went over to the door to unlock it.
Malik had said the door would be locked after midnight but that was no problem since I had stolen the key before and made my own copy of it. The sweet feeling that Kura had given me was fading away and I was almost pissed at myself for tell him to knock it off.
I leaned my head against the poll as my vision blurred more for half a second then started to get a hair clearer once more.
"Come on my pet," Kura cooed as he motioned for me to go to him. I swear he called me something I didn't want to be called but it just slipped my mind as easily as it had came into it. "Come on already, just let go and use your legs."
What choice did I have other then to do as told? I unlatched myself from the steal light posts pole and slowly walked towards the thief and door he stood in front of. My vision went into a blur once more and I lost track of Kura and the door itself. The ground below me seemed to be missing as I tripped and felt myself fall forwards only to stop suddenly in the air.
Why didn't my face make contact with the cement? Not that I was complaining! I liked me face in one piece, drunk or not.
I opened my eyes not realizing that I had had them closed in the first place to see that there was an off greenish yellow light moving about myself and to see Kura's ring was glowing from under his shirt as he moved towards me. The other moved closer and slipped his hand under my arms and when he cut his magic off, caught me and yanked me back up onto my feet.
"Don't make me waste the rest of what little energy I have at the moment on you," he snapped as one arm slipped around the back of my waist as he lead me into the dark room and closed the door with one swift backwards kick. "Now.. Where is your room at?"
Like hell I remembered. I knew there was a hall but.. That was all I could think of at that second and with my luck we'd end up in the bathroom or in Malik's room and pass out on top of my hikari. I'm sure the golden haired light of mine would not be to appreciative of that.
"Forget it," the other muttered. The window blinds in the room were opened up in small slivers of moonlight ran in past them. Gods, Bakura was beautiful. The light was just enough it make his hair shine like the moon itself and his pale skin made it all the more interesting to see.
I grunted to snap myself from the freak trance I was having. "Come on Kura," I coughed and covered my mouth as the feeling of sickness was starting to take over. Alcohol had so many side effects but heck, the one of dizziness and lack of pain was worth it.
I stumbled off into the living room and kicked over a table that was in the way after bumping into it then glanced over to see that they were following me. Good. I just had to wait till he was closer and when he finally did so, I grabbed him about his waist and pulled him along with me to the couch and fell onto it sideways. The motion caused him to fall with me, back into the soft cushioning and into my chest.
I had expected him to snarl and pull away but he didn't resist at all. Seemed he was already tired himself and muttered something to light for me to hear what he was saying. His muttering was followed but a soft snore as he lay limply before me.
"Mmm… So you are more tired then me.." I whispered in a half yawn. I couldn't resist reaching an arm up and over his sleeping form and brushed his silver bangs to the side before letting my arm fall limp against Bakura's side.
Not much longer I had closed my eyes and slipped into my own slumber…
"GET YOU HAND OUT OF MY PANTS!" Were the words that had obtained my attention and even that was followed by yet another rude awaking. A firm punch to the face next to my eye. Yes it hurt like fucking hell but it would hurt them more since that is where my skull bone was more then anything else.
I sat up right and felt my hand being knocked away and the feeling of almost silk like cloth ran across my fingers then there was the rough jean fabric after that. I didn't remember putting my hand in there. Well of course I wouldn't, I was asleep after all!
Just what the heck was happening? This voice was familiar but not the one I was expecting at all. It wasn't Bakura's. Looking around I soon realized that I wasn't even in the living room but in Malik's room, not only just that, I was on his bed and apparently my hand was down the back of his pants!
"How did you even get in here? Better yet, why are you in here? GET OUT OF MY ROOM MARIK!" Screamed Malik as he pushed me out off the bed and I scrambled towards the door. More like clawed for it and slammed the door shut tightly behind myself, then leaned against it sighing.
What the fuck had happened? I remembered dancing, drinking, laughing, more drinking, that small brawl I started in the bar by chucking peanuts at some punks head and blamed it on the weak runt beside me, more laughing and drinking then heading home… Oh.. But before we left Bakura talked me into pissing into the one guys beer bottle and we slipped it back where we found it before leaving. Neither of us knew if he had drank any of it after that or not..
But what had happened after that! I held my head is it felt like it was splitting in half while I tried to make way to the next room. Whatever room it was had to be better then the hall…
I felt around and hit the doorknob, gave it a sharp twist and fell into the room and glared at the ceiling. This ceiling belonged to a laundry room but hell it would do.. Anything to get me away from my freaked out hikari but that pleasing idea felt my mind as the odd crunch of something came from my side pocket.
What choice did I have other then to pull it out? Well, besides the obvious one of not doing anything about it and ignoring it? My curiosity was taking over anyway as I reached down into the pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. Now I knew it wasn't in there before because the only thing I had was a key.. Wait, that was right, there was a key and Bakura came home with me.. We then crashed on the couch so how did I get in Malik's room?
"Don't worry Marik, if you can read this then it's obvious you are in good enough condition to meet me again later on. It is obvious that Malik didn't beat you to where you can't see or move so there are no worries. Hope you enjoyed what you had last night but that had to come with a price since nothing is ever free and no one gets away with ordering me around," then the note was signed by the king of thieves himself.
That bastard set me up! Why he did that and left a note that basically told me it was him made no since! Why even bother?
Hell.. Why couldn't he be like the rest of the world and not be so complex! But.. As I asked myself that, I already knew the answer. I wouldn't want him if he was like everyone else and the challenge made it all the more interesting…
(Hope this one was better for you then that last. I had to put it up eairly to make up for my lateness, so please, do enjoy it. If not then there is nothing I can do about that. Well... Ja..)