By OtakuChild
DISCLAIMER:
I'm tired of these. I don't own it.
How
could I do this to someone I care about?
He
jerked his head up. Did I just think that? What the fuck is wrong with
me?
/There's
nothing wrong with you, Yami./ Yugi's soft voice intruded on his thoughts.
Yugi!
You listened in to me!
/I did
no such thing. You didn't close the link./
...
/Do you
have feelings for him?/
No...
/Reeeeally?/
Yes.
/It's
about time you admitted it./
sigh
I feel bad that I yelled at him...I shouldn't! Look what he did to me!
/Because
you put itching powder all over his chest. That was pretty cruel./
There
was silence on the other end.
/Yami?/
I'm
here, aibou. I feel lousy. But he hates me now.
/He probably
should./
Yeah...
/Listen,
we're going to Kaiba's for Thanksgiving, and Bakura will be there-/
WHAT?
/Yes,
he will be there. Try to talk to him there./
I guess
you are right.
...
Bakura
was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling that was speckled with black and
silver paint. In his head, he was replaying the words that Yami had said
to him over and over.
"No
wonder nobody cares about you."
How did
this whole rivalry start anyway? Was it in the here and now, after they
had been found by their aibous? Or was it like this back in Ancient Egypt?
He couldn't remember anymore, this was so strong and had been going on
for so long that neither of them could remember. He just wanted it to end.
He was tired of all the arguing, the fighting, and the insults.
And the
pranks. He was tired of those too. Sure, it was fun at first, pouring slime
all over Yami's head, but then it just kind of spiraled out of control.
And he
felt something else.
Hurt.
He reasoned that it shouldn't hurt so much, because he hated Yami.
"I hate
that damn pharoh."
Even
when he said it the words sounded hollow, like he didn't mean them.
And then
it hit him.
Ryou
was right. He did have feelings for the former Egyptian king. That's why
it hurt so much. That was the only rational reason for it.
The hurt
he felt was heartbreak.
And so
he lay there, hurt and angry. And all through that week, the anger would
slowly build to rage. He came to the conclusion that even if he did love
Yami, he still had to do it. Nobody messed with him, not like that.
He had
to exact his revenge. And then it would all go away.
He was
sure of that.
It was
the only way he knew.
...
Yami was
in bed thinking too. Things had just gone too far.
He wondered
just what had happened to make the two so hating towards each other.
He wanted
it to stop, and he knew it would be up to him, since Bakura never made
the first move towards peaceful negotiations of any kind.
He formulated
a plan in his head of how exactly he was going to go about it.
About
an hour later he decided that he would talk to Bakura at Kaiba's that weekend
during Thanksgiving. Bakura would most likely be on his best behavior that
weekend, and it would be his only chance. But then there was the task of
actually making Bakura listen, and the task of getting the words through
his head, earning his trust.
So after
another fifteen minutes of thought, he suddenly came to a grim dreading
conclusion.
There
was only one way to get Bakura to listen.
And that
was to tell him of his feelings.
He knew,
he just knew that there was no possible way of getting them returned.
And so
he lay there, dreading the coming weekend, and finally drifting off into
a fitful sleep.
....
"HAPPY
THANKSGIVING!!!"
Mokuba
ran to the door, shoved his way past his older and taller brother, and
glomped Yugi. He glomped everyone. That was just how Mokuba was.
Kaiba
invited Yugi, Yami, and Joey in, and showed them towards the living room.
Everyone else had arrived, and were pigging out on junk food, soda, and
yelling insults at football referees except Tea, who was quietly talking
to Ryou about the fact that football was just too hard to understand.
Yami
settled himself down, and scanned the room. He saw Bakura, just sitting
and staring off into space. He quickly averted his gaze. He didn't want
to be caught, for some reason he couldn't put a finger on. He lost himself
in his thoughts until he heard the timer on the oven ding, and Ryou and
Tea rushed in to check on the turkey and baste it. Kaiba followed a few
minutes later, and failed to see his error.
"HEY!!!
GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN!!" Ryou's unmistakable British accent peirced the
room like a hot knife through butter.
"But
- It's my kitchen!"
"We don't
care! GET OUT!"
Kaiba
ducked just in time to miss an egg that went flying over his head and hit
the opposite wall with a wet splat sound.
Everyone
turned their heads to see Tea chasing Kaiba with a frying pan.
"And
STAY
out!!" She screamed.
Everyone
was stifling snickers. Kaiba walked forlornly back to his spot on the couch.
"But
It's my kitchen..." he murmured.
"Pretty
sad, Kaiba," Tristan said, "getting kicked out of your own kitchen and
all and -"
Something
on the TV caught his eye.
"HEY!
RUN WITH THE BALL STUPID!! NOOOO! DON'T FUMBLE IT!"
"That
was a good call!" Joey snapped. "Go referee!"
"It was
a bad call! BAD CALL I SAY!" Yelled Tristan. The two got into one of their
usual bouts of arguing. Yami looked up to see Bakura get up and leave the
room, obviously to get away from the former Egyptian noble.
Yami
let out a sigh. "It's now or never," he muttered. He got up and followed
after Bakura.
Whew! Done! A bit short,
but I wanted to get this up, and the next chapter will be longer. Stupid
computer...
Malik: It's not your fault.
You mom was the one who just HAD to try that AOL CD.
Me: I know, and it #&!
up the computer. It has fits once about every two months.
Malik: But it's working
now. So you can get the next chapter up.
Yup! Everyone, you know
the drill. Must get working on chapter six. Later all!
-OtakuChild