Sorry it took me so long! I rewrote this friggin' chapter at least three times. -.-; It was a toughie. I actually cut it short and saved part for the beginning of next chapter 'cause it was getting so long.
Charred: Well I'm glad you're back! -tackles- Fweee! lol Several of you guys want to give Bakura a big hug for some reason after the latest chapter. (Jou: Back off! He's mine!) (Bakura: Shut up!) Aren't they adorable? :)
ItachiIsDeidaras: I LOVE your name! -tackles- And you're the second person who wants to give baku a big hug. (Bakura: The hugs! They are invading my bubble!) lol
cloudnomi: It is an interesting pairing. I've only seen one other that did them justice and the person took the fic down. Sad! Yes, their relationship is a complex one that isn't that easy as many couple fics make it out to be. Hope you continue to enjoy it!
HerTenderTouch: -tackles- Hey there! It is an unusual pairing that I was even doubtful of. :P Funny how that works, isn't it? "I like how you built it up over time instead of just hooking them up all of a sudden for no reason." Yeah, it would have been too easy. Most fics are like that. There was no way that would work with these two. They are some of the most stubborn of characters. I'm glad you appreciated how I built the story of Bakura and Atem in. They, just like Jou and Bakura, didn't start out on a great note. And they didn't just jump into bed either. And they do grow in both maturity and their relationship. The duel? Ah yes! The duel...
(I don't know who sent this one) So I know you are a regular reviewer but can't figure out which one you are. I still have three stories going so it's hard to keep this stuff straight. :P "I was looking forward to an epic duel (sneakily avoided, I might add. Though, I'd have to do the same. / I don't know anything about the actual game" Ah, I don't really either, but I do what I can.
Mariko666: -tackles- All of you new people! I love it! XD I always consider it a success when a reader thinks a lot about a story after reading a chapter. It's what I do with stories of other authors that are my favs. It's a great compliment.
Kari Akiyama: "What the hell did Yami do to f* Bakura's trust up so much!?" -winces- Now see, I was going to continue the ancient Egypt part of the story but the chapter was getting so long I figured you guys would rather have an update now rather than wait ra knows how much longer. :P
blueeyedchibi: I'm flattered you are loving this story so much. :) "Bakura is amazingly in-character and I can't tell you how much I appreciate it." That's the main reason I had such a hard time writing this chapter. Trying to keep him in character was incredibly difficult. We'll see how I did I guess. -sits back and waits nervously-
Peepz: "I love freaks and weirdos, but I guess most people don't feel that way. Which doesn't make sense, seeing as all people are freaks." ROFL! (Baku: Uh...thanks?) That's awesomeness! XD You're right! Reading duels IS boring! Check out my notes below! :D
pennypigeon: Hope you continue to love it! ;)
enigmaecstatic: Yes! People suck! And so do sunburns! (Bakura: Ow...-passes out-) O.o Hmmm...that could be a problem. Otogi, yes he shall be an interesting character in this one. I'm not really sure what he'll end up doing. The excitement! XD "Poor Bakura needs more Jou lovin!" (Bakura: No!!!) As you wish! (Baku: Aaaah!) lol
Fallin-Alone-Scared-Lost: "Weird thing I just made a mill. rod, and I'm working on a Marik cosplay" LOL (Bakura: I think Marik IS a cosplayer) ahahaha! (Marik: WHAT?!!)
xForeverXForgottenx: "A lot happened!" lol Yes, that's a good way of putting it. "I like that its getting more personal though. Bakura knows he's helpless now!" Poor baby. It's very true though. It is a very emotional story. It is supposed to be. Yeah, the cage scene was sad. Poor little guy! (Bakura: YOU DID IT!) Guilty as charged. :P
dragonlady222: "They need all the help they can get" No one can argue with that! They have a hard enough time working through their feelings for one another without all the drama from everyone else. :D
SAMThedragongirl: Yes, Jou is growing up. I'm so proud! (Bakura: Enough with the bonnets and blue hair dye!) lol
pride1289: "yay for being in denial!" whoot whoot! XD "It makes me all happy that this and the next one will be sexy beast 3" How'd you know? (Baku: -grumble-)
This chapter shall be dedicated to ItachiIsDeidaras, cloudnomi, HerTenderTouch, and Mariko666. There are pieces of dueling in this chapter. I really find duels quite boring when reading them. I took it along the lines of what I did in The Deep. Special notes at the end of the chapter. The song was actually one I used for 'inspiration' when writing certain scenes for Cry of the Wicked. Good times good times. :)
WARNING: This chapter contains sexually explicit scenes!
If I'm not in love with you
What is this I'm going through
Tonight?
And if my heart is lying then
What should I believe in?
And if I don't need your touch
Why do I miss you so much
Tonight?
If it's just infatuation then
Why is my heart aching
To hold you forever,
Give a part of me I thought I'd never
Give again to someone I could lose?
If I'm not in love with you
(Faith Hill)
Chapter 21: Dueling in the Dark
(Yami's POV)
"Too bad about the weather," Yugi says as we stand high above the indoor dueling arena.
The rain came out of nowhere, much to Kaiba's annoyance. He promptly had the duel moved to this large indoor stadium. There isn't an empty seat. We are in a special spectator box above them with a TV monitor and refreshments. It's just like Kaiba to flaunt his wealth. Not that I'm not rich, I just don't see the need to waste my money in such ways.
"Jou's talking with his sister over the phone," Anzu informs us as she approaches. "She's as excited as he is."
My lighter half's smile falters. "Well, he is bummed about Bakura not being here…"
"Shh!" I hush Yugi while glancing over my shoulder at Otogi who is sitting back on one of the couches chatting on his cell phone. "We don't need another person finding out!"
"Especially him," Anzu scowls at the dice master.
I smile, shaking my head. "Ryou promised Jou that they would watch it on television. That raised his spirits a bit."
"What about Marik and Malik?" Yugi asks me under his breath.
To say the Egyptian duo had been less than pleased about the incident at the last duel would be a serious understatement. Malik had ranted like mad. Bakura and him talked and it seemed to ease the blonde. He and Marik had cut their time alone short in order to see what had happened. Both had immediately known it had been Shadow Magic. The Egyptian hikari was fuming at having his romantic plans with his yami ruined yet again. I can't help but feel sorry for him despite my great dislike for him. Assuring them nothing of the sort would occur again, they set off for another 'vacation' to get away from the drama and fuck like rabbits. Malik was only convinced when he was told Bakura would not be attending the duel.
"They'll be back in a day or two," I answer as I stare at the packed stadium below us.
Anzu makes a face. "Can't they leave us in peace longer than that?"
I chuckle. "I didn't know you loathed them so much, Anzu. Malik doesn't want to stay away for long."
Unsatisfied but accepting of my answer, the girl wanders over to the buffet of food set out. Yugi follows her. To my dismay, Otogi's call ends at this exact moment. Noting that I am alone, he walks over nonchalantly.
"I think I have the right to know what's going on, Yami," he states in an irritated tone. "Especially after the way you guys hunted me down and were interrogating me about Bakura at the last attempt of a duel."
Internally I grimace. He does have a good argument. We'd practically tackled him and backed him into a corner, shooting questions at him left and right. Of course, later we were informed by Jou that Bakura had been bothered by the crowd and noise. I can surmise the reason to that. That doesn't solve the problem that we got Otogi involved when in fact he wasn't. Now he won't yield until he has been given some information.
"Five days," he contemplates leaning on the railing. "Not even a week after that mess and Kaiba holds this duel. That must mean he doesn't believe the incident before was any real threat." Emerald eyes dissect me. "It was Bakura using Shadow Magic. I knew that from the start. Whatever his reasons were, I don't really care. But what is with Katsuya being so obsessed about it?"
Damn it. He's figured it out. By the way he worded it and that expression on his face: he knows. He just wants me to confirm it. What will he do if I refuse? Will he confront Jou about it? Or even Shizuka? Would he go so far as to take his conclusions to Kaiba?
"I'm not at liberty to say."
"Are you sure you want to keep doing this dance? You want me to find out some other way?"
The egotistical dice master poses an interesting case. He basically already knows the truth. It's just a matter of finding solid evidence. Oh that would be really bad.
"Where's Mai?" Yugi inquires as he approaches us with a plateful of food. "Wouldn't she want to stay up here as opposed to down there?"
Otogi frowns at having our conversation being interrupted. I, meanwhile, am relieved. I wonder if my hikari sensed my anxiety through our link and came to the rescue. Now that I've escaped that topic for the moment, I actually think about Yugi's question. Mai definitely would not sit among the 'common' spectators. She would be up here in the classy spectator box. This is the only one.
"She probably is planning to whisk Jounouchi away afterwards…if he wins," Anzu adds in aggravation as she joins us. "That's like a requirement for her love or something."
"Bitch," Yugi curses to which Otogi sends him an astonished look.
"Since when do you swear?"
I laugh when Yugi opens his mouth to give the dice master an earful. "He's not a naïve little kid, Otogi."
Before the black-haired teen can think up a response, Anzu shushes us. "It's about to start!"
Sure enough, Kaiba and Jounouchi have appeared and are taking their places at the opposite ends of the dueling arena. The platforms under the feet lift. Our friend is fired up from having talked to his sister just before the duel. I watch him glance at the nearest camera and grin. There's no doubt in my mind who that was for.
"Go Jounouchi! Wipe the floor with him!" Yugi shouts as the crowd applauds madly.
"You're really going to watch this?" Otogi whispers to me from behind his hand. "Kaiba's going to annihilate Katsuya."
"Don't jump to conclusions so fast," I smirk. 'Come on, Jou! You can do this!'
(Ryou's POV)
"Why do we have to watch the stupid duel?" my yami grumbles from his spot on the couch in his cocoon of blankets. "Correction: why do I have to watch it?"
"Because you promised Jou," I remind him while getting the settings right using the remote.
Bakura watches on curiously. "What are you doing, hikari?"
"Recording it."
"Why?" my yami scoffs. "So he can watch his humiliating defeat whenever he wishes?" His expression brightens. "Oh! That is a good idea! You can be very devious at times, hikari."
I roll my eyes. "Stop pretending you want him to lose, Bakura."
"I didn't say I wanted him to lose. He's just incapable of winning. There is a difference."
Smiling I stand arms akimbo. "So you want him to win."
His face reddens slightly. "I didn't say that either."
"It was implied."
"But it wasn't said! Good Ra, hikari, you are insufferable!" he growls while coiling the blankets tighter around himself. "Can we turn the thermostat up?"
"Bakura, it's the summer! Why would I want it as hot inside as it is outside?" I ask in exasperation, already feeling overheated by granting his request two times.
Glowering, he mutters something in ancient Egyptian. He has been doing this increasingly since Malik and Marik have been absent.
"That's really mature, yami."
"You don't even know what I said," he replies smartly.
"That's my point."
Brown eyes stare at me a moment as he considers a comeback but instead settles down. He takes to watching the camera view on the television sweep around the stadium. He's nervous. I can feel it through our link and see it in his facial features. While I think it's cute he's so concerned about Jounouchi, it's getting tiring that he won't admit to it. Bakura is one of the most stubborn individuals I've ever come across.
Jou never gave full details about what happened five days ago. I was amazed when I'd rushed into the quiet house and found him sitting on the bed beside my slumbering yami. He'd found him, calmed him, and given him his medications. No matter how much we pressed him for more specific answers as to the cause of Bakura's panic Jou refused to give one. Because of the incident we knew better than to take Bakura to the re-scheduled duel.
I'm curious to see what will happen with Bakura when the duel is finished. While I know which outcome he favors, how will he treat Jounouchi? Will he praise him? Act indifferent? If Jou loses will his simply mock him?
Sitting beside my yami I wonder about his future. I can't be his caregiver forever. And if Jou were to take over then he would have to give up on a lot of his own dreams. Having Bakura in your life requires making a lot of sacrifices. He's a full-time commitment. And one shouldn't expect any gratitude in return.
My heart is heavy as I try to focus on what the announcer is saying. Jounouchi is Bakura's last chance at really living. If their relationship falls through my yami will be crushed. There will be no way for even Malik to comfort him. The whole reason Bakura has improved physically and psychologically is Jou. I just hate to have all of this thrust on my friend. There must be another way.
(Anzu's POV)
"Sorry I'm late! How are things going?" Mr. Mutou asks upon entering the lounge.
"Jou has 500 life points. Kaiba's got…"
"Katsuya hasn't touched Kaiba's points yet," Otogi interrupts in disgust while fiddling distractedly with his earring. "Honestly, why did he even challenge him? Katsuya needs to learn to keep his yapper shut."
"Don't talk about him like that!" Yugi exclaims to which Yami holds out his arm to keep his hikari from lunging at the dice master.
"It was impulsive, wasn't it? That thin temper of his has always been a weakness of his," Otogi continues as if Yugi's outburst hadn't occurred. "Or did Bakura give him some advice?"
"Bakura has been helping him quite a bit," Mr. Mutou beams before any of us can stop him.
Otogi's eyes dart to him. Yami and Yugi exchange edgy looks. I keep my own eyes trained on the duel as Jou's life points take another hit.
We hadn't included Mr. Mutou in our discussions about who does and doesn't know about Jou and Bakura's…situation. He doesn't realize Otogi hadn't known. Damn it!
"They're getting along well then?" Otogi words craftily as if he's well-aware of what Mr. Mutou is talking about.
I bite down on my tongue as Yugi's grandfather chuckles. "That's debatable. If constant insults and arguments can be counted as 'getting along' then yes." He turns his head. "Where is Mai? I wouldn't think she would miss this. Not after how distressed she was earlier!"
This catches everyone's attention.
"What do you mean, Grandpa?"
Mr. Mutou blinks in puzzlement. "I didn't tell you? That's right, you boys were out! Mai visited after Bakura's last hospital stay." Otogi's fingers still as he soaks up every word. "She was asking all sorts of questions concerning Bakura and Jounouchi's welfare. The poor dear was a wreck, asking if there was anything she could do to help with Bakura's detox and head trauma."
Yugi buries his face in his hands as his ashen yami grabs his shoulder as if to keep himself steady. Otogi is gazing at the duo, processing all he's just heard. Mr. Mutou is unaware of the unease, having come over to the railing to see what the arena looks like.
"This is even more interesting than I originally thought," the dice master muses from beside me. "Detox and head trauma? What the hell have you people been up to?"
I curl my fingers around the banister. Yugi and Yami have pulled Mr. Mutou aside. It's no longer a secret we want Otogi to keep his nose out of this. They're probably telling their grandfather the truth behind Mai's intentions—that she hadn't known anything when she came to him in her 'distraught' state.
"Why does it matter so much to you?" I demand softly.
Even if I am afraid of Bakura and don't want him anywhere near Jou, I won't discard Jounouchi like Honda did. He and Ryou's yami have both suffered. God, how they've suffered. They don't need any more misfortunes. They deserve to be happy whether together or not.
I remember how I'd been so scared of Bakura. To myself I admit I was angry when Jou confessed he loved the thief. I'd thought 'How could he do this? Doesn't he remember what Bakrua has put us through?'. But hearing what Bakura himself has been going through with the drug usage and suicide attempt…watching him wither away with my own eyes…
"Leave them alone." My voice is steady and cold as I turn on Otogi who becomes astonished. "So help me, Otogi, if you do anything to upset either of them I will make you pay. God as my witness, I will!"
Emerald eyes are as wide as physically possible. He didn't expect that from me. I have always been defensive of my friends. Usually I could not protect them. Yami always saved the day. This time, however, I can actually do something about it. I keep my chin up and don't look away from him for a moment. He gives, averting his gaze.
"I see you're serious. It must be very important."
"My friends are important to me, Otogi. I won't stand for having people hurting them."
The edges of his lips lift. "No, you wouldn't." Leaning on the railing in a relaxed pose, he looks at me again. "But I already know some. And by the sound of it Mai Valentine knows even more. By the looks on your faces that doesn't bode well for either Bakura or Katsuya."
"So stay away," I warn him. "Go about your own business and forget this."
"Is that what you want? Do you know what kind of stunts Mai can play?" He idly examines his fingernails. "If she wants something she won't rest until she acquires it."
"What does that matter to you?" I insist on knowing his motives. What could he possibly want? Another blackmailer like Marik? "You wouldn't go public with any of this!"
Otogi shakes his head so his black pony tail wisps back and forth. "I just hate being kept out of the loop when everyone else is in. Besides, no one knows Bakura. People wouldn't care about a story I have about a nobody. No one would believe me anyway." He gives me a wink.
"Holy cow! He got Kaiba!" Yugi's yell of excitement reminds us both of the duel in progress.
The CEO is glaring in frustration and puzzlement at the creature on Jou's side of the field. It's a creature that's part man part monster with a snake in place of legs. With its strange features and wings it's nothing the likes of which I've ever seen. I gasp when I see Kaiba's lifepoints have been reduced to 800. Jou is at 300. Finally he's dealt Kaiba a blow!
"Whoa, what the heck is that thing?" Otogi inquires in a bemused voice.
"I've never seen it before," Mr. Mutou says in wonder and curiosity.
"That's Diabound!" Yugi informs us in jubilation. "He actually drew Diabound!"
Yami's not celebrating like we are. I understand. This must be one of the cards Bakura gave Jounouchi. Otogi nudges Yami.
"So what does this thing do? What strategies did you teach him for this monster?"
The former pharaoh doesn't look away from the creature. "I didn't teach him anything about this monster. I have no clue as to what he'll do next."
(Mai's POV)
"What the hell…?" I cough as some alien monster takes out several of Kaiba's monsters.
What is that thing? I've never seen such a Duel Monster before. By the priceless expression on Kaiba's face he has no clue either. It's hard for me to believe my puppy got that card at the run-down shack Yami lives at. I suppose the King of Games could have special ordered it for Jounouchi. It doesn't seem like a monster Jounouchi would use though.
I narrow my eyes. He gave it to Jounouchi. That white-haired magic-wielding psycho gave my puppy this monstrosity. It reflects its former owner in a sense they're both freakish. Oh Jounouchi, you could have asked for my assistance! But to think you would go to him…!
The guy doesn't even try. If anything, he rejects my puppy. Is he playing the same game as I am? I think he's Yami's rival. Maybe he's trying to hurt one of Yami's friends in order to get to him. Well, he wasn't expecting to have an opponent. Neither was I though.
Not wanting to look at that revolting creature any longer I get up from my chair and move to the window of my suite while listening to the television. The main street of downtown Domino is packed with people watching the duel on the large screens placed high on several buildings. That will make it difficult to get the limo to the arena if we need to. That's the key: I'm only going if Jounouchi wins.
At once I see a flaw in my plans. What if he doesn't brush my puppy off even if Jounouchi loses the duel? I would look like the bad one! Jounouchi would run into his arms without any persistence on that guy's part. He can just sit back on his ass and welcome Jounouchi with open arms. I cannot lose! Especially that easily!
"Preston!" I snap.
"I will get the limousine started, Miss Valentine."
(Jounouchi's POV)
"It's almost time to say goodbye," Kaiba derides.
It's 50 to 200 now. I'm getting closer but am nervous about how low the scores are getting. I have to finish this sequence before I lose all my life points! Kaiba has figured Diabound's abilities out. The monster is incredibly strong, having defeated several of Kaiba's monsters. But trap cards will still work on it. He'll have strategies up his fancy sleeves to counterattack with. Kaiba isn't the second greatest duelist in the world for nothing.
The second greatest? I can almost hear Baku laughing mockingly. He would be so scornful if he heard me call Kaiba that. He would point out another thing I am jealous about the rich prick. I grit my teeth. Just who says Kaiba's the second greatest? Okay, so a lot of people. Most people. Pretty much everyone. I could prove them wrong though! I can use Diabound and kick his ass! Even Blue Eyes Ultimate Dragon will struggle against Diabound thanks to the abilities my monster has acquired from its victims. That's what I'll do! I open my mouth to command Diaboud to attack. No matter what he draws, there's nothing he can do to…!
"When you rely on one monster it's like relying on one person. It won't always be there when you need it…sometimes when you need it most…"
I halt my voice as it is about to escape from between my lips. Relying on one monster…That's what Kaiba does, isn't it? He always ends up using Blue Eyes in the final brawl some way. It's one of the differences between his style and Yami's. While Yami often uses the Dark Magician, he doesn't rely solely on it. He accepts what he has and deliberates the best way to use what he's got. He doesn't stall like moneybags who waits for his precious dragons.
I've never wanted to be like Kaiba. Staring at the large ferocious monster in front of me, I wonder if I am more like him than I thought. Am I putting too much faith into this one monster? Bakura taught me to never second-guess but then he said I probably shouldn't go with my gut instinct because I'm a moron.
As the crowd becomes louder with each passing second I look from Diabound to the cards in my hand. 50 to 200. That's a 150 point difference—the closest it's been since the beginning of the duel. There are two other options I could use; both are Yami's. It's just…I want to win with Diabound. I want Baku's monster to be the reason I win. He would call that selfish and foolish. Am I being selfish? Am I letting this desire to win with Diabound blind myself of better alternatives? Ones that Kaiba does not know about yet? He has cards lying in wait to use on the monster that was once Baku's ka. On the other hand…
"Move so I can end this futile match already!" Kaiba bellows from across the way.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I make my decision. There's no turning back now. I can't believe I'm doing this!
(Bakura's POV)
Hikari and I gape at the television screen at the scoreboard. I don't even care about the noise, too shocked by what I'm seeing.
50 to 0.
He won.
Katsuya actually beat Seto Kaiba!
It wasn't a move I taught him. It wasn't one Yami did either. Well, I guess, in a sense, it was both of us. He placed two cards face down. Kaiba then attacked with Blue Eyes, aiming for Diabound. This activated a card I assume Yami taught him how to use. This trap redirected Blue Eye's attack at the other face down card on Katsuya's side of the field. We were nothing short of shocked when it was revealed. I hadn't even realized he'd taken this particular card from my deck.
The Man-Eater Bug.
When a monster attacks this creature it is sent to the graveyard. Katusya found this out when he sacrificed himself in my first Shadow Game in these times against Yami. Due to the emotional trauma at even viewing the card, I never thought he'd take it much less use it. With Blue Eyes gone, Katsuya counterattacked with Diabound after using a magic card to destroy all trap cards on the field. Kaiba was left with no defenses.
"That was amazing!" hikari cheers coming out of his stupor. "Bakura, when did you give him that card?"
"I…didn't."
He won. Not only did he win, he made a strategy. As soon as he drew Diabound I had considered the match over. Kaiba would win because Katsuya would be too absorbed by Diabound's powers. He wouldn't want to use other monsters as long as he had that one. Kaiba figured this as well. Katsuya's always been a simpleton like that. Until now.
"I'm going to call Anzu!" Hikari leaps up and rushes to the kitchen to get the phone.
I sit stunned as the celebration continues. He actually did it. The teen who relied on dumb luck and always was riled easily by Kaiba has matured. He put aside his emotions and focused on actual tactics he'd learned. Then he took them a step further.
The camera squares in on the blonde who is gleefully jumping up and down on the platform with his friends. I can't help but smirk at this familiar scene. Well, he's matured in some areas. Just because he beat Kaiba doesn't mean he's not a moron.
"Not bad, Katsuya. Not bad."
(Yami's POV)
"You did it!" Shizuka's voice squeals over the phone as we make our way towards the exit before Kaiba catches up and throws a tantrum.
Jou's grin hasn't left his face since the realization that he beat Kaiba. He holds the phone away from his ear as his younger sister continues to praise him loudly. Yugi and Mr. Mutou chatter excitedly from beside me. Anzu is walking behind me with Otogi who is in a sort of stupor. The dice master, like Kaiba, had been left speechless by the outcome of the duel. The fans are being kept in the stadium until we've made our escape.
"This is incredible!" Yugi cheers prancing along.
"It is," I nod, mind buzzing. To think Jou would use the Man-Eater Bug to win the duel. To think he'd use it at all!
"There you are!"
"Oh great," Otogi grumbles. "If it isn't the queen bee herself."
Mai struts over to us and throws her arms around Jounouchi planting a kiss on his cheek. I try not to smile when he pushes her back.
"Hang on. I'm talking to my sister," he dismisses her praise, taking a few steps away from us; returning to his conversation with Shizuka.
"That was a burn if I ever saw one," Otogi laughs.
The blonde-haired woman rounds on him. "Shut up! What are you even doing here?"
"Funny. I could ask you why you weren't here," he replies smugly loud enough so Jou can hear. Anzu covers her grin with her hand.
Mai's face turns scarlet and I wonder if she'll try and scratch his eyes out with those long, probably fake, nails of hers. She's like a bitchy yowling cat. Currently she's retracted her claws. She is keeping up that fake adoration in front of Jounouchi. I don't understand her game but I won't let her prevail. Jou closes the pink phone, coming back and handing it to Anzu.
"I think this ear's gone deaf," he says merrily.
"We were just talking about how Mai wasn't here for the duel. It's too bad. You missed out," Anzu states in a sympathetic voice to the other girl.
Mai sends her a fake smile sweeter than sugar. "Oh that's because I was overseeing the finishing touches for the victory party I planned for him!" Damn her.
"A party? For me?" Jou's attention if fully on Mai now.
"He is so gullible it's sad," Otogi mutters to me under his breath.
I cannot disagree with him on that. Jou is all ears as Mai describes the lavish party. The dice master is making sickened expressions like he is going to puke. Mai sends him a disdainful look and tosses her hair back.
"Of course you are all invited. What type of celebration would it be without Jounouchi's friends?" she says in a very unconvincing way.
"Bull shit," Otogi 'coughs'.
Mai pretends to ignore him, linking arms with Jou while wrapping her other arm around a reluctant Anzu's shoulders. "Come on! It's time to celebrate!" she summons the rest of us to follow. "I have a stretch limo waiting just outside!"
"This is great!" Jou is still in awe that he won the duel as he, Mai, and Anzu enter the revolving doors first. Otogi and I follow in the next 'section'; Yugi and Mr. Mutou in the one behind us.
"You won't believe the menu, puppy!" Mai is bombarding him with surprises and extravagant festivities.
"Wait!" Jou halts; Mai and Anzu stumbling as they are on the outer side. Yugi and Mr. Mutou, who are still in the building simply stop where they are. Unfortunately, Otogi and I are in-between indoors and outdoors, both of us running into the glass.
"Fuck!" the dice master rubs his forehead. "What the hell is your problem?! Move it!"
"Sorry!" Jou hastily moves so the doors can continue to turn. We all make it through the rest of the way without further injury. The imprints of Otogi and my faces are smudged on the glass. The dice master is still cursing without trying to keep his voice down. A man in a suit opens the door the very large limo but Jou pauses.
"Could we make one stop before going to the party?"
"But of course! Anything for my puppy!" Mai gushes while ushering him in, the rest of us climbing in after them. Even with all of us there is plenty of extra space. Otogi immediately makes for the mini bar. "So, where do you need to go, Jounouchi?" Mai hasn't let go of Jounoushi's arm yet.
"To pick up Ryou and Baku," Jou beams. Mai turns to stone. Otogi chokes on the drink he just poured himself. Anzu and Yugi are wearing horrified expressions. "They played a big role in my winning here. It wouldn't be right to celebrate without them."
Then it happens: Jou gives Mai the most innocent and genuine of smiles that she will not refuse. Does he realize the friction between Mai and the thief? Yes, it appears he does. The way Mai described it, the party is huge. They technically wouldn't have to be near one another. He's playing oblivious so Mai cannot refuse. Jou, you are full of surprises today.
Eye twitching as she attempts to smile, Mai grounds out. "Of course! We can't leave them out, can we?"
(Ryou's POV)
"Looks like they got out of there fast. Jou didn't even stick around to be interviewed." I pick up the dinner plates from the coffee table. "Yami, what are you going to say when you see him?"
"What does it matter?" he asks blandly while staring at the television screen.
"Bakura, he won! This is something that's been a long time coming," I explain in case he's forgotten. "The person whose opinion he values the most is yours."
"Then it doesn't really concern you what I do or don't say, does it?"
I want to yell at him. Maybe grab him by the shoulders and give him a good shake. If not for the head injury I would. My fear of him is gone and he needs someone to chisel away that attitude of his. It's not so much he's insensitive as he is cautious about becoming attached to anyone. Showing emotions that he cares would make him vulnerable. If he remains scornful and indifferent he's deluding himself into believing Jou's affection for him has no effect on him. It's his best defense. I wonder how much longer he can keep it up for.
"What are you scheming now?" he asks, sitting up a bit. "You became very quiet, hikari. You haven't given up arguments that easily."
"I'm letting you settle this," I reply coolly. "You do what you want, yami. Just don't ruin it for yourself."
"Hmph," he grunts.
Shaking my head, I leave him. Entering the kitchen, I place the dishes in the sink. With only two of us it's a waste to use the dishwasher. I also want to get away from my yami even for a short while. Cleaning the dishes is a good excuse. He can call me through our mind link if he needs anything.
We've been living one day at a time. It's hard to plan a future with this set of conditions. I've put my life on hold for Bakura. Hell, I cut short my vacation to be with my dad. While I was needed here I yearn to go back to Egypt worry-free. If only it were that simple. Instead I am here serving my yami cooking, giving him his medications, washing his clothes, cleaning the dishes and house. Scrubbing at a stain on a plate I do my best not to let my hopes be dashed. I try to convince myself none of this is permanent. I don't believe myself though.
I jump when the plate in my hands cracks right down the middle. Dropping it in the soapy water, I check my hands which have shallow cuts along the joints of my fingers. Swearing, I dab them with a clean towel and walk out of the room. Bakura doesn't so much as glance at me and my bloodied hands as I hurry through to the half-bath. He's hooked on the television which is showing replays of the duel. I thoroughly clean each individual cut. Each finger is wrapped around the middle with a bandage, my thumbs the only digits unscathed. So much for washing more dishes.
Sighing heavily, I trudge out to join my yami on the couch again. As I enter the room the front door opens, Jounouchi, Anzu, and Yugi entering.
"Hey guys!" the blonde practically yells in his thrill. "I won!"
"We saw!" I can't help but laugh coming over to them. "Congratulations Jou."
"Thanks! Listen, there's a big party we're going to. Come on, there's a stretch limo waiting!" he beckons eagerly.
I falter. "Oh. I…I'm not sure if my yami will…"
"Go ahead, hikari," Bakura's gruff voice mutters from the other side of the couch. "I don't need a babysitter."
Jou scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. "Actually Baku, you're invited too."
"I could care less."
"Yami!" I chastise, growing sick of this.
"I'm not going to a stupid party just so the mutt can be happy," Bakura spits out in contempt.
Yugi and Anzu exchange uncomfortable looks. I pick up on their unease.
"Why don't you guys wait in the limo?" I suggest distractedly.
"Don't wait. Just leave."
"Bakura, that is enough!"
"Come on, Anzu. Let's let them figure this out," Yugi instructs her softly tugging on her arm. She complies without objection.
The door closes behind them. Jou is crossing the room to the couch. I do likewise from the other side. Bakura is lying on his side. The television is on mute. I note with surprise he changed the channel.
"Baku, are you sure you don't want to…?"
"What the fuck is not clear when I say I don't want to go to your stupid gala? One victory and you're on top of the world, is that it?"
"Bakura…!"
"What's wrong with being happy about it?" Jou demands, his own temper thinning just like my yami's. "I worked hard for this! You know that! Are you saying I don't deserve to be proud of myself?"
"You can interpret it however you want," Bakura answers with scorn. "You wouldn't understand even if I spelled it out for you."
"Oh I get it! You're sore that I managed to defeat Kaiba but you never beat Yami!" My heart drops to my feet. Jou, don't go there! "When it comes down to it: you're jealous!"
"Of what? You?" Bakura scoffs. "I may be suicidal but I'm not that desperate."
This does it for Jounouchi. "Fine! Be that way!" He whirls around and storms for the door. "Come on, Ryou!"
I would but not for the invisible ball and chain attached to my ankle. Bakura is my responsibility for the moment. Malik isn't here. I can't leave my yami alone in the house. Even if we're not in the same room someone has to be here if he needs assistance of any kind.
"I would like to go to the party, but I can't," I reply regretfully.
Jou's glaring at the back of the couch. "He'll be okay alone for a few hours…"
As tempting as an escape from Bakura sounds… "Sorry Jou. Maybe we could have a smaller celebration when Malik and Marik get back and can stay here with him?" I suggest with a forced smile.
Jounouchi's expression becomes solemn. He wanted so badly for Bakura to be proud. This was a fight that, unlike his duel, he could not win. Shoulders heave as he exhales heavily.
"All right. I guess…I'll see you guys later."
I watch him go sadly. After the door is shut and the sound of the limo departing reach my ears I turn on my yami.
"Bakura, how could you? Even if you wouldn't go to the party couldn't you have at least praised him? Is that too much to ask? For God's sake…!"
"Don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong, hikari," Bakura snarls at me with fire in his eyes. "I don't care of your opinion of me! Do what you will, just don't make me a part of it."
"Everything isn't about you! Damn it, Bakura! I should have just gone with them!" I snap before stomping up the stairs and slamming the door to my room behind me.
(That's your fault, not mine) he corrects me through our link before putting up a barrier leaving me completely alone with my anger in an unseen prison I cannot flee from.
(Jounouchi's POV)
How could he be so cold? Why would he say stuff like that to me? What did I do to deserve that sort of treatment? I won! Doesn't he care that I won?
"Jou, are you all right?" Yami asks from beside me as the limo flies through the rainstorm.
"Have a drink," Otogi smirks before taking another shot. "Always makes me feel better."
"I don't drink," I mumble, this only adding to my misery.
My dad's a drunk. I made a vow to myself a long time ago that I would never become like him. I've never touched alcohol in my fear of becoming like him. Has he even noticed I've been missing for weeks?
"Jou, what's the matter? What happened in there?" Anzu inquires gently.
"Why isn't he happy for me? It's like he was mad I won!" I burst out, unable to contain all these pent up emotions any longer.
Mai clucks her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "You mean Bakura? He seems very self-centered to me, puppy. People like him can't be happy if all attention isn't upon them."
"Trust Mai on this one. She knows what she's talking about," Otogi chuckles to which she sends him a dirty look.
Yami pats my shoulder. "Jou, you've spent a lot of time with Bakura. Surely you understand he doesn't know how to portray such things as this? What were you expecting him to do?"
This stops me in my tracks. In my dream world Baku would smile and tell me how awesome I did. That would never happen in reality. I was so excited about winning the duel I forgot who he is and what he is and is not capable of demonstrating. From the moment I came through the door I did it all wrong. He doesn't respond well to that. Plus I was trying to get him to come to a party with all of my friends. It's not like we didn't receive more than enough proof that he loathes public activities. I was pushing all the wrong buttons.
"Perk up! It's all right, puppy," Mai croons. "Just wait until we get there. You'll forget about him and his mood."
That is the exact opposite of what I want. It would be wrong. How can I celebrate when the person who helped me train more than anyone else is not there? The person I want to be there more than anyone else?
"Stop the limo!"
The vehicle screeches to a stop and Otogi lets out a yell as his latest drink drenches the front of his shirt. Everyone tumbles into awkward positions since we aren't wearing seatbelts. Not wasting time, I climb over them as they try to sit up.
"Jounouchi, what are you doing?" Anzu questions while helping Yugi off the floor.
"Look what you did! I'm going to reek of alcohol!" Otogi complains.
"Oh you would have anyway," Mr. Mutou mutters in disapprovement.
Grabbing the handle of the door I open it. It's raining buckets. Hopping merrily out of the limo, I turn and grin at them.
"You guys go ahead and have fun! I'll see you later!"
"B-But…!" Mai stutters in protest. "Jounouchi, the party…!"
"You don't want a ride back?" Yami cuts her off.
Snickering, I motion to my clothes that are already soaked through. "I don't think it really matters! Bye!"
"But…!"
"Later!" Yugi shuts the door before Mai can continue.
Imagining the look on her face, I can't help but laugh. Turning around I take off through the sheets of rain the direction we came.
(Bakura's POV)
Pressing the button on the remote, I wait as the program sets things up. A minute later the mutt and Kaiba are on the screen. The duel hasn't begun yet.
How can they accuse me of being selfish? They really should lower their expectations. I don't go out on a limb for anyone anymore. If he doesn't get that then he understands me even less than I previously assumed.
I fast-forward to the part where the camera shows the exclusive box where Yami and his other friends watched the match. Squinting my eyes, I search for her. The big-breasted bitch isn't there. I had noticed this earlier but had not mentioned it. Hikari would have made a fuss about how I envy her. What do I have to be jealous of? I don't want to be anything like her and I'm not. My throat tightens as I stare at him as the camera zooms in on his face. It's her party he's going to. She's the one at his side showering him with praise. It doesn't matter if she actually means it or not; which she doesn't. The fact is, she can do so and I can't. I cannot even pretend.
But aren't I proud of him? I remember holding my breath as the score became closer and closer. The relief I felt when he won…the amazement. Then there was the satisfaction at knowing I had helped him in fulfilling this goal. I haven't felt that way in thousands of years back when I was his age.
Katsuya had been so jubilant when he came here and I shot him down immediately. Would it have been so wrong to let him bask in his moment of glory? It would get to his head. I did the right thing. I just hated the way his face fell when I spoke. Of course I wanted to deflate that ego of his that had come to life. Crush him? No. That was not my intention.
Ra damn it, why can't I get anything right? No matter what I do it always turns out the opposite of how I had planned. This time is no exception. He's with that bitch this very moment drinking cocktails. She's hitting on him, draped around him and no one is hindering her.
More depressed than ever, I curl my legs up against my chest while staring at the screen. His voice is the only clear thing that reaches me as I watch this history repeat. Every word he says I cling to even if it is brainless insults at Kaiba.
"Baku?"
I jolt, sitting up quickly when there's a face peering over the top of the couch at me. He's sopping wet, water dripping off the tip of his nose and the ends of his messy hair. I am confused as to why he doesn't have that angry vibe about him anymore. Furthermore…
"What are you doing here?" I question, wondering if I'm hallucinating. Maybe I should call hikari. "The party…"
"Ah, there will be other parties," he shrugs it off as he walks around the couch.
"Not for you there won't be," I snort.
"It just didn't feel right not having you there."
"Are you trying to guilt-trip me? Because it's not going to work," I stop him before he can continue with a sob story.
He merely smiles. "Baku, you were the one who supported me the most…even if you were rude, offensive, and insulting me the entire time."
"Don't sit down!" I block him as he makes to do just that. "You'll get the couch all wet! Which will, in turn, get me wet!"
Brown eyes roll. "Well what do you want me to do?" They wander to the television. "Is this the duel?"
I hurriedly switch the TV off. "Yes, hikari insisted on recording it."
He looks at me in an amused way. "And why were you watching it again?"
Embarrassed that he caught me, I huff, "I fell asleep during the middle of it. I was curious to see what other idiotic mistakes you made." Truth be told I was wide awake the entire time. He doesn't need to know that though.
"Oh." He shifts from one foot to the other. "Umm…could I have a change of clothes?"
"Why not?" I grumble. "You're already wearing my jeans."
He releases a light laugh, tagging along after me up the stairs. "Well you're not wearing them." True. I'm wearing flannel pajamas. I don't think my pants would fit me right now with the amount of weight I've lost. "Hey, why are you coming? I know where your room is."
"I'm going to bed," I inform him. "And I will go to sleep as soon as you get some clothes and make yourself scarce."
"Where's Ryou?" he asks as we venture through the dark hallway.
"Hikari is asleep so why not take it down a couple of notches? He was in quite a mood that I don't feel like dealing with right now."
"He was in a mood?" the mutt emphasizes; implying I was the one who was ill-tempered. Little bastard.
"Do you want dry clothes or not?" We enter my room and he opens the drawers, digging through the neatly stacked shirts. "Didn't you say you had a limo? Did it ever cross your mind to have them drive you back, genius?"
"Yeah," he admits offhandedly while scrounging around like a dog digging a hole. "But I figured it would be a waste of time for the others to have to come all the way back. Plus I would have to put up with Mai." There is a hint of depression at the mention of the bitch.
"I thought you liked her," I speculate while sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I do…just not in the way she wants."
"Oh."
He straightens and turns around to look at me. "That's it? You're not going to make a joke or a vulgar remark about her?"
I don't reply to that. "Are you nearly finished? I'm tired."
There is a drawn out pause as I wait for him to take the clothes and go away. Instead he approaches slowly as a person attempting not to frighten a wild animal. The drenched fabric of the shirt is sticking to him like an old skin about to be shed. He's left faint footprints on the carpet, proving to me that he is really here.
"I'm tired too," he speaks quietly. "I'm tired of treading carefully around you. We have spent a lot of time together the past few weeks. The majority of the time we were together." He pauses as if to collect his thoughts and chose his words properly. "I enjoyed that."
Now he stops. What does he want me to do? Throw myself at him? Admit that I liked having him near? Yeah right. I avert my gaze instead.
"God, you are stubborn. I already knew that though," he says fondly but with a sadness. What's he upset about? "Baku, I need you to make a choice."
I know what he is referring to. There isn't an answer I can give him that he will accept. All of this drama that has occurred since he came into my life…He makes me feel like my existence may actually be worth something. He's certainly convinced. If only it were true.
"Baku, I can't keep this up any longer," he presses, voice shaky. "Will you please decide? There don't need to be long explanations. Yes or no."
"Yes or no what?" I stall.
He frowns. "Say if you love me or not."
(Jounouchi's POV)
The tension surrounding him is unbelievably thick. It's practically visible like a fog. Baku is doing his best to keep up his guard. I know I am pushing him but I'm at my wits end. I can't keep this up any longer. If my feelings aren't reciprocated then I want to know so I can try to move on with my life. The key word is 'try'.
"Baku?"
He swallows a lump in his throat and my hopes are dashed. Instead of any positive emotions there is melancholy in those sharp brown eyes. I badger myself, telling myself that this is enough. I don't need to push him any further. Despite this I need to hear it.
"Just tell me," I beseech desperately.
Eyes closing he finds his voice. "I can't."
I want to cry. My world is crashing down around me. The duel suddenly means nothing. Why did I have to ask him? Now things will never be the same. He probably will be too uncomfortable with having me around. I'll never see him again. We won't even be friends. Not even being in his company is a horrible thought. I can't lose face in front of him.
Nodding stiffly I manage, "Okay. I understand." I turn and try not to appear in a hurry to get away. I just want to curl up in a corner somewhere. As I pass through the doorway he speaks so quietly I almost miss it.
"No you don't."
Fighting any thought of hope, I take a step back into the room. Baku's sitting on the bed, shoulders hunched, head bowed in a sort of defeat. His face is lined with pain and weariness.
"I don't what?" I ask slowly.
"Understand."
The fact that he hasn't outright ordered me to get out is something. Taking a chance, I return to my spot in front of the bed looking down at him.
"What don't I understand? You said you can't love me."
"That's not what I said," he replies through gritted teeth.
Helpless, his boney fingers curl around the top quilt. Baku has never been one to discuss his emotions. He doesn't confide in people and certainly doesn't confess things. Considering him a moment, I sink down beside him.
"Can you explain what's going on?" I implore him. "What don't I understand? What can't you do?"
His jaw clenches. "I can't say that."
My brow furrows. "That?"
(Bakura's POV)
I vowed I would never say it again. Those three words so that were once so simple. They only brought me pain in the end. I don't want Katsuya to leave and yet I cannot manipulate my tongue. My mind warns me against it. It would be best for everyone if he left. For me, for Malik and Marik, for Katsuya, even for stupid Yami. Doesn't he realize that? He won't have to worry about others judging him. When I am at someone's side they are looked down upon. I bring misfortune into any relationship I enter.
This relationship the mutt wants…I think I want it too. I need to have someone there again. Whether it is meant to be him I haven't concluded. He could never comprehend. And Yami will always be watching over his shoulder. I can't stand that.
Agony clings to me, is a part of who I am. Though people come and go the pain always remains with me. I just want to die. It would be so much simpler if I just died. Thousands of years I've been forced to live with this unbearable hurt. Is it so selfish to want it to end?
Katsuya's eyes light up as it dawns upon him what I meant. Took him long enough. He reaches out tentatively and rests a hand on top of mine. His skin is warm like summer while mine is freezing like ice. Complete opposites. Polar in almost every way imaginable. How could this ever work?
(Jounouchi's POV)
His hand is so cold that I wonder if there is blood flowing through his veins. Always an otherworldly creature that somehow ended up here. What I would give to catch a glimpse of the place from which he came.
Baku isn't fighting to keep me to here. At the same time, if he wanted me gone he would have made it quite clear. Instead he is troubled. When I touched his hand the answer came to me as if the contact created a link in our minds. It's whatever happened in the past between him and Malik. The unresolved issues. The wounds that never healed. Is it any wonder he can't say 'I love you'? I let my fingers gently pry his from the blanket.
"Even if you can't say it doesn't mean you don't feel it."
What I'd give to be able consol and reassure him. I'm not like Malik. I won't betray or wound him or whatever the hell Malik did.
"Not everyone is out to hurt you," I whisper, linking fingers with the thief's. "I'm not."
"Only words."
"But…"
"Promises," he hisses angrily. "Oaths, saying you're in love…it's all just a load of shit!"
"You have to be able to trust people you care about!"
"Do you?" He rounds on me. "Do you trust them with your secrets? About your drunkard father? About the cutting? Would they even be aware of what the two of us did if I hadn't unintentionally blurted it?"
"I was different then," I answer honestly while inside I am unconvinced if I could ever tell my friends about my father and the self harm. "I was scared and really confused. Things have changed since then. I've changed."
"Yeah," he sighs leaning back a bit. "You have."
I tilt my head. "Is that a bad thing?"
"It makes it harder," he admits quietly, uncomfortable with how personal this conversation has become. In all of it his fingers have curled around mine like he's afraid to let go.
"It makes what harder?" If I could get him to tell me where he's coming from then I would have a better idea of what to do and expect.
He refuses me an answer. "Could you just go away?"
"This isn't the Baku I know! He doesn't plead. He threatens and orders. He isn't afraid to look me in the eye!" His fingers tighten despite his request.
No one could call it a romantic atmosphere. It lacks that certain flare. Me drenched from head to toe; Baku in his baggy flannel pajamas; Ryou asleep on the other side of the wall; not to mention the blankets under me have become soaked from my clothes.
"All right," I exhale. "How's this sound? I get changed and sleep on the couch. We can figure this out tomorrow."
Baku nods despondently but he won't let go. I try not to make a big deal about it, clearing my throat to get his attention. He hastily lets go and pulls away from me. Doing my best not to take that as rejection I stand and walk back to the open dresser feeling his eyes drilling into me. Not paying much attention, I grab a random tee-shirt and a pair of boxers. I make for the dark hallway when he speaks.
"You do realize you took two shirts, moron?"
Blushing when I see my error that I didn't take any boxer shorts, I hasten back to the dresser. He chuckles softly from behind me. Glaring, I turn around.
"You never cut me a break, do you?"
"Someone needs to keep your feet on the ground," he replies with a lazy smirk, the somber tension lightening.
Having retrieved the proper attire this time I find my feet fixed to the carpet as we stare at one another. It's like he's keeping me here. Am I under some spell? An enchantment? I can almost feel that milky skin under my fingertips and the hair softer that delicate strands of silk. That animal lust is boiling in my blood and soon will become quite apparent in the lower area of my body. The nearly lidded crimson-brown eyes captivate me. Where did he come from? Maybe he isn't human after all. But could a demon be this gorgeous?
"You could stay," he decides after a drawn out silence. "But I don't want to wake up to you humping my leg."
I'm supposed to laugh but even that vulgar image is getting me hot. God, I really am a hormonal teenager. Baku is more in control of himself. Despite my mind warning me this is a bad idea, that I'll do something I'll regret, I nod.
"I'll just go get change…"
With a yelp I find myself sprawled on my back on the bed. Baku is leaning over me with flames of passion in his eyes. Okay, scratch my assumption he's in control of his urges.
"Stay," he commands in a hiss before savagely attacking my mouth with his.
(Yugi's POV)
"That didn't go over very well," Grandpa says as we enter the Game Shop.
Mai had canceled the entire party, promptly dropping us off on our doorstep. She had been seething. I was surprised there wasn't steam coming out of her ears. Yami and Otogi had taken it in a stride. Anzu has been fidgeting. The dice master had been insistent on coming with us, not wanting to be left alone with Mai in the limo. No one can blame him. We couldn't turn him away. It would have been a bloodbath, that's for sure.
"I've got one of my people bringing a car," he states closing his cell phone as we remain in the shop to watch the storm. "Shit, it's raining like crazy."
"I'm worried about what Mai will do. Will she go back to Ryou's after dropping us here?" Anzu voices her concerns.
A confrontation with Bakura? Not to mention Ryou, but I don't think Mai has realized how dangerous our friend can be when it comes down to the people he cares about.
"Even that bitch isn't stupid enough to go head-to-head with a magic wielding murderer," Otogi yawns, angling his neck so it cracks. "Ah. That's better."
All of us watch him with unease. The dice master has caught bits and pieces of information regarding Bakura and Jounouchi. I'm sure he's put them together in his head by now. The question is how to deal with this. Grandpa seems to decide to let us handle it.
"I'll go and make us some tea," he says escaping into the living area of the building.
((Yami, what do we do?))
Emerald eyes study us calculatingly. Otogi leans on the glass countertop that I just cleaned this morning. He doesn't say anything. The dice master is giving us one last chance to speak. If we allow him to leave tonight without answers then he'll use his own devices to dig and scrape for the truth no matter the outcomes.
"You guys can drop it. The lot of you are as good at keeping a secret as Mai Valentine is at wearing an actual shirt," he scoffs while twirling a lock of ebony hair around his finger. "That's where Hiroto went, isn't it? He scattered when he found out about Katsuya being gay…"
"Jounouchi isn't gay!" Anzu protests heatedly as a clap of thunder provides a rhythm for the erratic lightning.
"He is based on what I've heard."
"Anzu," Yami places a hand on her shoulder and she stills. "It's well overdue that you come to terms with this." He looks at Otogi. "And, for the record, Jou is bisexual."
"Always keeping his options open, isn't he?" the dice master snickers shaking his head. "Man oh man, your group never has a dull moment."
"It would seem," my darker half agrees, shadows under his eyes. "Now that you know what shall you do?"
Otogi does not keep us in suspense. "Not much."
"After that big stink you made about being left out?" Anzu exclaims, ready to give him a good smack.
"Are you saddened I'm not going to blackmail or go to the press?" Otogi practically laughs at her reaction. "What would I gain from that?"
It's true. He won't do anything to Jounouchi for fear it will ruin his chances with Shizuka. Jou has been saved thanks to Otogi's obsession with his sister.
"I understand why you would leave Jou alone," I comment from next to the window with water flowing down it like a million tears. "But what about Bakura?"
"I don't have any beefs with him really. He always picked fights with you guys, not me." Otogi taps his chin in fake contemplation. "Still, it's very intriguing, one must admit. You can't expect me to believe you are all right with the two of them being together."
"They aren't exactly together," Anzu says before considering what more to reveal. Otogi raises his eyebrows. "What I mean is…they haven't exactly decided." That expression doesn't leave his face.
"So they're just in it for the sex."
"Hey, they haven't done that since…!" I bite down on my tongue too late. Damn!
Otogi lets out a low whistle. "No wonder Mai is fighting so hard to get Katsuya's attention. I thought she was putting in far more of an effort than she normally would have. And it's only going to get worse after this latest incident with him dissing her party in order to spend the night with his boyfriend."
"Bakura is not his boyfriend," Anzu corrects tetchily with her hands on her hips.
The dice master is not swayed. "Reality check: Katsuya just passed by the party of the century in order to spend the night at the guy's house. What exactly do you expect they'll be doing to pass the time?"
"Bakura is ill." Yami is not partial to the idea of Jou and Bakura together one bit. "Jounouchi simply wants to be near him. He's quite smitten."
"There's my car." Otogi casually strolls for the door. "You guys need to move past the denial stage."
"I think we understand the situation quite better than you, Otogi," Yami retorts with a slight threat in his tone.
This does not deter Otogi. "Maybe so, but you're being blinded from its reality for whatever reason," he rejoins. "Mark my words, when you say they are sleeping together over there, take in a literal sense."
(Bakura's POV)
I must be insane.
Bad time to be reaching this conclusion as we're rolling naked in the blankets on the bed. They aren't so much 'love bites' as they are possessive marks, staking a claim. It's a fight for domination as much as it is a struggle against oneself. I just threw the kid on the bed without a coherent rational thought in my head. I did what my body ordered me to do.
He doesn't have any doubts. For a long while he's spoken of what he wants. Me. Taking care of me and putting up with whatever I threw at him. Not to mention Marik and Malik. That doesn't mean he should get what he wants. I don't indulge people at my own expense. Hell, I don't indulge people—period.
So this is more then.
I'm not just doing this because of what the mutt says or primal instinct. It's more than that. The other times we did this I was using him for my own pleasure; for everything I have missed in the thousands of years of isolation. It's easy to use people. Not him so much anymore. The fact is: I don't want to use him.
Biting into the cartilage of his ear, earning a yelp followed by a groan, I accept the conclusion I have indeed lost my mind.
(Jounouchi's POV)
The sheets are twisting around us, impeding our movements. My dreams are becoming a reality nonetheless. The thunderstorm and the wet clothing on the floor do nothing to ruin this for us. My heart jumps to my throat when he reaches for the two cords around his neck and pulls the Millennium key over his head, tossing it carelessly to the floor.
"Baku…!"
"Not here," he growls. "Not now."
I don't argue because he is still wearing the ring…and because I don't believe I could stop myself at this point. Following his lead, I untie the Millennium necklace and it joins the key on the carpet. Both of us are panting heavily, beads of sweat shimmering in the dim light. We're drawing close. I'm mentally preparing myself for when he takes me roughly. A shiver of excitement runs through me despite the fact I know it will hurt like hell. He hasn't been the dominant one since our first time together. After that it was always me because…I don't know why but that's just how it was.
Caressing each others' tongues he moans in a savage way as he keeps a tight hold on my hair. He was the one who initiated this tonight and he's made it quite clear he's not letting me be 'in charge', so to speak. This is why I am confused when he stops the wonderful things he's doing to me. Eyes locked with mine, he lies on his back before me. The Millennium ring rests on his heaving chest as he fights to catch his breath.
I am suddenly aware of what's going on. He wants me to…No, he doesn't have a choice. The way he's breathing shallowly already shows he's already worn. He is still very poor in health. The former tomb robber looks like an anorexic with his protruding ribcage and bony body. It would be easier for him to let me take him. By that gleam in his eyes I can tell he isn't exactly pleased with this but is willing to give me a chance to redeem myself for the time I fucked him raw.
Fear keeps me frozen, hovering above him. What he's offering is what I've been aching for. I can't do it like last time. Helplessly I look around the room for something to use as a lubricant. Something that will bring less pain to him. I jolt when he takes two of my fingers in his mouth, sharp teeth scraping over them, tongue swirling around the digits. I can't help but whimper at the electric current the feelings send to a region of my body that is becoming increasingly tender. He slowly, hesitantly spreads his milk white legs for me.
"I'm not…hurting you?" I inquire, preparing him with my wetted fingers.
"Shut up," is the raspy reply I receive.
He then gasps as I hit that spot. He arches his back up off the bed, eyes closed in bliss. Taking that as a cue he's ready, and because I can't wait any longer, I remove my fingers and position myself over him. His breath catches, slanted eyes opening to look up at me. This isn't like any of the times before. There's actual emotions focused on me rather than a jumble of emotions from his past resurfacing. Still, I feel I need to ask his permission. He sees through me and grabs my hips, sharp nails digging into the flesh, forcing me to him. That's all the invitation I need.
(Ryou's POV)
Surfing the web on my laptop didn't help. The news of Jounouchi's win against Kaiba is spreading like wildfire across cyberspace. Knowing Kaiba, this isn't the last we'll hear about it. He's not one to run away with his tail between his legs.
I don't know what to do with my yami. He's probably still moping on the sofa while Jounouchi and the rest of my friends party the night away. Bakura had his reasons for not wanting to go but that's no excuse for the way he treated Jounouchi. I've come to the conclusion the two of them could never be a couple. It would never work. They share virtually nothing in common.
This leads me back to my own problems. What am I supposed to do with Bakura? I cannot be his caregiver forever. Malik would take him but Marik would go ballistic and the three of them could end up killing one another. Whether Jou would even consider helping out after the way Bakura spoke to him this evening…I can't bring myself to ask him for aid.
Shutting my computer and setting it aside, I lie on my back staring blankly at the ceiling as the thunder breaks the depressing hush. Abandoning my yami would lead to him taking up heroin again…and end in his death. Most likely suicide. I couldn't live with the guilt I would feel, knowing I could have prevented it. I'm literally trapped.
I sit up straight at the outcry from the room next to mine. What was that? Oh gods, did he fall?! Throwing my blankets off my legs I race out of my room and down the hallway. Nearly toppling over, I slide to an unsteady halt at another cry accompanied by a lustful moan. His bedroom door is open, the sounds all too distinct. There is only one person he would be having sex with.
Embarrassed at hearing them going at it, I retreat down the stairs. Unfortunately, not a minute later, it gets even louder. It's nothing short of screaming now; almost as if the storm were charging the physical gratification. My face heats up as the passion-filled cries practically shake the walls. Running into the kitchen I dial a number with nimble fingers.
"Hello?" Yugi's voice answers.
"Hi!" I blurt all too quickly. "Could I possibly spend the night at your place?"
"Is something wrong?" he inquires as I wince at another shout of ecstasy from above. "Did Jou make it there okay?"
"Oh I definitely think so. I just really don't want to be here right now," I emphasize in a hope he catches on.
"Ryou, are you sure you…Oh." It dawns on him. "Oh."
"Yeah," I fidget. "So would you guys mind…?"
"No no! Come on over," he stutters, obviously embarrassed and flabbergasted by this turn of events. "Are they really…?"
"Ooh yeah," I cut him off. "I'll be over in a while. I have to call a cab…" The racket from the duo a floor above me erupts into a constant frantic rumpus. "On second thought, I'll walk!"
"Walk?! Ryou, there's a thunderstorm going on!"
"I'd rather be out there than in here! See you soon!"
-grins- Poor Ryou
Ryou: I am scarred for life, thanks to you!
lol
Marik: I kinda thought it was hot.
Malik: WHAT?!
O.o
I was planning on writing more of the 'aftermath' as well as scenes from ancient Egypt but the chapter was getting long. I didn't want you guys to have to wait any longer than you already had. The reason it took so long in the first place was because I re-wrote it about four times. I was having a very difficult time writing those scenes while keeping Bakura fairly in character. I was a bit disappointed I had to end it where I did because his emotions and such are explained better in the upcoming narrations. Like I said, it would have taken a lot longer to update. :/ So that was the sacrifice for this chapter.
Reviewsies! XD