By OtakuChild
Yu-Gi-Oh! Is owned by Kazuki Takahashi, Viz Communications, 4Kids Productions, KidsWB, Toei Animation, Konami....Oh! I also don't own the song "Anything Goes" by Guns N' Roses. It is owned by Geffen Records and whoever makes up Guns N' Roses today besides Axl Rose and Buckethead...I lost track awhile ago.
Yami looked
at the itching powder. He was contemplating a plan of how to use it when
the front door banged open.
"Yugi!
Is my aibou here?"
NO!
This can't happen! Yami thought. Wait, I know a way to get him out
of here. He grabbed Yugi's discman and put the headphones on.
He walked out of his room, pretending that he hadn't heard Bakura through
the headphones. He got a beat going, and then sang the perfect song to
scare him off. Once at the landing of the stairs he started singing loudly,
making sure to accentuate ceartain parts of the song:
"I been
thinkin' bout, thinkin' bout sex, always hungry for somethin' that
I haven't had yet..."
Bakura's
eyes went wide.
He's
here! What the hell is he singing? What is he trying to pull? Oh Ra! What
if he sees me?
Bakura
tore out of the living room, but to his horror, Yami was coming down the
stairs! Yami continued to sing and act oblivious:
"Maybe
baby you got somethin' to lose, well I got somethin', I got somethin' for
you..."
In less
than five seconds Bakura had opened the window, climed out, and took off
towards his own house. Once he was back home he started plotting another
prank to be executed before Yami could strike.
Yami
watched from the stairs as Bakura hurried out of the window. Once Bakura
was out earshot he burst into fits of laughter that didn't die down for
quite a while. But wait! The itching powder! Yami went back to his planning.
Using a spoon he scooped a small amount of the powder into a baggie and
zipped it shut. This was going to be fun.
Meanwhile,
at Ryou's house, the phone was ringing yet again.
"BAKURA
GET THE PHONE!!!" Ryou yellef from his room. The phone seemed incredibly
loud tonight.
"No!
Not after what happened last time!" Bakura refused to move from his desk
in the den.
Ryou
grumbled, set his guitar down on the bed. He answered the phone.
To his surprise, it was Yugi.
"Hiya
Ryou!" He said cheerfully.
"Hi,"
said Ryou.
"Hey,
Kaiba wants everyone to come over for Thanksgiving, and he invited Yami
and me, and wants to know if you and Bakura would like to come too."
"I'd
love too, but I don't think Bakura would. Not if Yami's there."
"I figured
that. Just don't tell him Yami will be there, and if he asks, just say
he won't."
"Okay.
But I'm afraid they've engaged in a prank war, and things might get ugly."
"So I
noticed." Yugi let out a sigh. "I don't know if that green slime will ever
come completley out of his hair."
"Yeah.
I'll see what I can do." Ryou thanked Yugi and hung up the phone.
The next day...
Everyone
had agreed to meet at Yugi's house that afternoon. Ryou hadn't mentioned
the Thanksgiving invite to Bakura, he wasn't quite ready to deal with the
temper.
Almost
everybody was there: Tea, Mai, Joey, Tristan, Yugi, Yami, Kaiba, Malik,
and Ryou. They were eating and talking and just hanging out and having
fun. That is, until Bakura walked into the room. He scanned the room, eyes
meeting with Yami's, which immediatley turned into a scowl.
"You're
here? Yuck!" The former tomb robber spat.
"The
same could be said for you, Miss Croft." The Pharoh's reply was calm, complete
with one raised eyebrow.
"I TOLD
you never to call me that!" Bakura thundered, and lunged at Yugi's darker
half.
The resounding
blow never came, because Ryou and Kaiba held him back.
"Let
me go! Release me!" Bakura thrashed around violently. "DAMMIT ALL TO HELL,
LET ME GO!"
Kaiba
pushed him away from Yami and towards the hall. "Just calm down! Now go
into the bedroom and undo the bunch that manifested itself in your boxers!"
And with
that, Kaiba shoved Bakura into the guest bedroom and shut the door. Bakura
sat down on the bed, to calm himself down. Once he was calm he got up and
walked to the mirror to check his reflection. He went back to the bed to
sit.
Out of
nowhere a pair of arms snaked around his waist. A body pressed itself against
Bakura's.
"Bakura."
A voice whispered in his ear. The voice was unmistakably Yami's. His hot
breath tickled Bakura's ear. Yami groaned, voice full of implied lust.
Bakura was too scared to move, and just stood frozen.
"I told
you to watch your back, didn't I?" A hand snaked up Bakura's shirt, and
started rubbing and feeling its way across his chest. A tiny voice in the
back of Bakura's head told him to enjoy it, because it felt good, but he
dismissed it in a split second. He started thrashing around, and
finally flung Yami off of him.
"What
the hell? What is wrong with you?" Bakura snapped.
"Just
giving you a little warning," Yami crooned, a naughty smirk crossing his
face. "I told you Bakura, I would get you back for the slime, and the whoopee
cushion, and the shoes. Watch your back, Tomb Robber. I might sneak up
on you any time, any where, when you least expect it, like I did a minute
ago." He walked to Bakura, and set his face mere centimeters from his.
"So, Baku-Chan, you better sleep with one eye open tonight," The last sentence
was said in a low growl. Bakura smelled the spicy cinnamon gum that Yami
was chewing.
And Yami
turned on one heel and sauntered out of the room.
He absentmindedly
thought how sexy Yami sounded when he did growl, and how hot he looked
strutting out, but his rational mind pushed the thought out again,
and he mentally chided himself for thinking such rubbish. He sad on the
bed, shaken from the events that had just transpired.
And that's
when his chest started to itch.
Oooooh, I am so meean! I really did mean to continue, but that was just too perfect! Chapter four should be up shortly, as I am on a roll tonight! Woohoo!
Bakura: I am NOT amused!
Yami: I am!
Bakura: You have your sick
fun somewhere else, Pharoh! And YOU! points to Author
Me: Yes?
Bakura: I'm on STRIKE! teleports
to another fic
Malik: Awwww, what a spoilsport.
Me: It's okay, I still have
the proper licenses and such. waves papers in the air
Malik: True.
Yes...lesee, it's getting
late, but it seems early, seeing as how I stayed up till 5 in the morning...YEAH!
New record! Well, read and review!
-OtakuChild