A lake appeared at the end of the road that steadily wound down the hill. Makeshift change rooms had been constructed at the water's edge for the students use. Bakura and Yami headed towards separate tents and changed quickly into their swim trunks.
Bakura was the first one done, so he waited by the door to the room Yami was changing in. The once thief had to restrain himself from entering the cloth room to make Yami hurry up, reminding himself that the two of them had just gotten together that morning. After a few more minutes, Yami pushed back the curtain and stepped out of the change room. Bakura snagged him around the waist and hoisted him over his shoulders.
"You should know that I hate waiting," he commented, walking out onto the pier. As Yami realized what Bakura was planning on doing, he began to beat his fists against Bakura's back.
"Bakura! Put me down right now!" he protested as the end of dock came inevitably closer.
"As you wish, my Pharaoh," Bakura said smugly, flipping Yami off his shoulder and dropping him into the lake below. The shorter teen uttered a short scream that was cut short as he plunged beneath the cold water. He came to the surface gasping for air.
"Why don't you come and join me Bakura? The water's great," Yami shouted at the pale haired teen, pushing water toward Bakura with his hands. Bakura cocked his head in consideration before turning around and walking back down the dock.
"Bakura you jackass!" Yami yelled, trying to climb up onto the wooden pier. Bakura turned again and started running straight at Yami. The former Pharaoh dropped from the edge where he had been clinging to in surprise as Bakura sprung from the end and dove gracefully into the lake.
The thief opened his eyes in the water and spied Yami's legs gently swirling in the water as the former Pharaoh again tried to get up on the dock. Swimming silently underneath him, Bakura grabbed hold of Yami's legs and pulled him back under the water.
As he was pulled beneath the water by an unknown force, Yami fretted and started kicking his legs wildly, trying to get back the surface for air. He felt his foot collide with something solid before the grasp around his ankles disappeared. He swam back to the surface and watched as Bakura came up beside him, holding his nose.
"Bakura, wasn't it enough that you threw me in already?" Yami exclaimed, grabbing onto the pier again. Bakura swam over to the wooden dock and held on beside Yami.
"Well, you didn't have to kick me in the nose that hard," he replied.
"I'm sorry, I really am," Yami stated sarcastically. "But you did bring it upon yourself. If you want revenge, you're going to have to catch me!" With that, Yami dove beneath the water, disappearing from Bakura's view.
As he reappeared on the opposite side of the dock, he heard a faint splash, signifying that Bakura had also dipped under the water. He was concentrating on where Bakura was going when he felt a pair of arms slip around his body.
"Where's your 'bodyguard' Yami?" Seto's teasing voice whispered passed his ear. Yami's crimson eyes grew wide with terror as he turned and looked up into the sinister gaze of the tall CEO. Placing his hands against Seto's chest, he tried to push the brunette away, but it didn't work.
Seto allowed Yami to struggle against him for a while, until it became rather irritating. To stop Yami's futile attempts, he slid his hands downward, to the top of Yami's swim trunks. Hooking his fingers behind the elastic, he removed the garment from Yami's body.
"I'll let you suffer like that for now, there's too many people around to do what I really want," he smirked and swam away from the flushed teen, a pair of black and red shorts in his hand.
Yami shrunk back against the dock and tried not to be noticed. When he felt another pair of arms wrap around him, he immediately tensed.
"I found you," Bakura stated. Yami relaxed into his arms and turned around.
"I'm glad it's you," Yami replied.
"I wouldn't be so sure. I did come for my revenge," Bakura taunted. Sliding one of his arms away from Yami's hips, he tilted Yami's chin upwards with his fingers. The other hand moved Yami closer to Bakura.
Yami's cheeks reached a new shade of red. Bakura lifted his eyebrow in confusion. Yami's first explanation was lost to the wind. Bakura softly asked him to repeat it.
"Seto took my shorts," he mumbled a little louder. Bakura blushed and realized why Yami had been shy as he tried to show some affection. Letting Yami go, he pushed himself away from the dock.
"Stay here and don't get out of the water obviously. I'll get your shorts back," Bakura promised, swimming away. Yami again shrunk back against the wood and tried again not to be seen. But again, it seemed Yami's luck wasn't to good.
Yuugi, Jou and Ryou noticed Yami floating beside the dock alone and decided to join him, to see where Bakura went.
"Congrats Yami!" Yuugi cheered as they got closer. "What's wrong?" he added, noticing the blush that covered Yami's cheeks.
Yami was about to answer when the water around them went choppy as two teens raced through it. Seto leapt onto the edge of the dock with Bakura following him. Meanwhile, Yuugi, Jou and Ryou had seen the piece of clothing that Seto had clutched in his hand.
"Oh, I get it. But I am surprised that Seto didn't try to do anything else," Yuugi commented, watching Seto dodge Bakura's attempts to grab the shorts.
"Shut up hikari," Yami mumbled, turning around.
Bakura successfully tackled Seto's legs, bring both of them back into the water. They surfaced in an array of bubbles, Yami's shorts now safely in Bakura's hands.
"Here you go, I said I'd get them back, didn't I?" Bakura grinned, passing the garment back to Yami. The tricolor haired teen quickly pulled them back on and swam back over to Bakura's side.
"Thanks Bakura," Yami whispered, leaning his head against Bakura's chest. Yuugi, Jou and Ryou took the hint and swam off to give the two yamis a bit of privacy.
"Don't worry about it. Do you want to get out now?" Bakura suggested. Yami responded by hopping up onto the dock. Bakura followed him. As they walked down the dock, Bakura came up behind Yami and swung him off of his feet. Yami's legs flew in the air as he clung to Bakura to prevent them from toppling over.
They went back to the change rooms and switched back to their dry clothes. Wrapping his arms around Yami and grabbing his bag, the two of them walked up the hill that overlooked the lake.
"It's such a beautiful sight," Yami exclaimed settling himself on the soft green grass.
"Yeah, but not as beautiful as you," (A/N: I know, corny pick up line.) Bakura stated, sitting cross-legged beside Yami. The former Pharaoh blushed at the obvious comment and tipped his head onto Bakura's shoulder.
They sat together like that for a while until Yami's stomach growled in hunger. Both the teens were a little shocked at first, but laughed afterwards.
"I guess it's saying 'feed me'," Bakura chuckled. The thief reached behind him and pulled a bag of red grapes out of his bag. Yami lifted his head from Bakura's shoulder and moved so that his head was resting on Bakura's crossed legs. Bakura plucked off a grape and dropped it into Yami's mouth.
"Here you go, my Pharaoh," Bakura joked, popping a grape into his own mouth.
"I wish you would just call me Yami. No more of this 'Pharaoh' stuff or people are going to think we're insane," Yami replied, receiving another grape from Bakura's slender fingers.
They eventually finished all the grapes and by that time the sun had begun to descend into the horizon. Yami had turned over onto his side and had curled up slightly. Bakura could see the long lines of students waiting to use the change rooms and was instantly glad he and yami had changed earlier. At the thought of the former Pharaoh, he glanced down to find that Yami had fallen asleep. His golden bangs lay carelessly over his face and his red and black hair has spread across Bakura's legs.
'He looks so peaceful," Bakura reflected as a whistle sounded down below. 'I don't want to wake him.'
There was a brief flash of light and Bakura could see Yuugi's silhouette in the falling sun. The thief sighed and turned his attention back to Yami as the Pharaoh's hikari walked closer.
"You're going to have to wake him up, you know. He'll be warmer in the tent," Yuugi stated, pointing out the goosebumps that had begun to rise on Yami's unblemished skin.
"I know. I just don't want to disturb him. He's sleeping so soundly," Bakura replied. He lightly dragged a finger across the tanned cheek of the smaller teen. It was smooth and soft to the touch, like a celestial being.
As the thought of celestial beings crossed his mind, a memory swallowed Bakura's consciousness.
Memory-
The serving girls had just finished as the sun was completely showing its face. Bakura gazed in awe as Yami slowly turned in a circle,
"He looks like a god," Bakura muttered.
Memory End-
As the memory faded away, Bakura had a bit of a better understanding of what had happened between him and Yami in the past. And he liked the thought.
The sleeping teen stirred in Bakura's lap. His eyes fluttered open, giving him an innocent look. He yawned and rolled over.
"Yami, we have to go back to the camp now," Bakura explained, starting to uncross his legs to find that they had fallen asleep with Yami.
"Just five more minutes," Yami mumbled, grabbing onto Bakura's pants. "Please?"
"I'd love to let you sleep, but we have to get back before it gets completely dark and we get lost. After supper you can sleep all you want," Bakura replied, standing up. His motion caused Yami to fall to the ground, waking him up a bit more.
"But what if Seto…" Yami quivered.
"Don't worry. If you want, we can zipped our sleeping bags together and sleep like that," Bakura suggested, immediately thinking of being able to hold Yami all night long. Yami nodded in agreement and stood up. They picked up their bags and followed Yuugi down the slope.
They silently walked back to the main camp with the rest of the students; Yami too tired to say anything and Bakura just content to have Yami wrapped in his arms.
Sorry for my long absense...Here's the next installment!