By OtakuChild
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Chapter 6: Recovered
Bakura
walked down the silent and empty hall. He needed to get away, he just couldn't
stand it anymore.
The emotions
in his head were too conflicting, and any decision made in his head was
immediatley countered by something else. Last night he was sure of what
he was going to do, but with the realization of the fact that everyone
would be there, and the current light mood of the party, he didn't know
what to do. His thoughts were caught in a loop.
I
love him. I hate him. I love him. I hate him. DAMMIT!
He
rounded the corner and sat down to try and sort things out once again.
He put his head in his hands. He had been sitting there for quite a while
when a familiar smooth voice broke into his thoughts.
"Bakura."
Bakura
stood up to look into dark crimson eyes that could only belong to one person:
Yami.
Anger
surged through Bakura. "What the hell do you want?" he spat.
"To offer
a truce." Yami's gaze was level, his demeanor decievingly calm. But Yami
himself was nervous, scared, and angry all at once.
Bakura
burst out laughing. "A truce, Pharoh? Just what kind of trick are you trying
to play on me now, huh? More itching powder, or perhaps maybe you want
to turn the whoopee cushion trick on me this time. Well, it won't
work!"
"I'm
not trying anything of the sort, Bakura. Like I said, I want to make a
truce. No more fighting, no more pranks, no more of it."
"You
LIE!" Yelled Bakura. "Dammit, look what you're doing to me! You make me
insane! I question my every thought, every action, EVERYTHING! Just why
the fuck are you doing this anyway? I thought you said you hated me! It's
not like anyone but Ryou gives a damn, so just leave me alone!"
"I can't,
Bakura. I know what I said was harsh, but I didn't mean it! I just want
it to stop!" Yami was getting frustrated now, but Bakura's reaction was
not something Yami saw coming.
"NO!
IT'S ALL LIES! LEAVE ME ALONE!"
And Bakura
punched Yami in the jaw.
Yami
was taken aback. He fought the tears that formed in his eyes. Bakura recoiled,
angry brown eyes scowling in fury.
The last
of Yami's rational thought crumbled, and he let instinct take over. He
punched Bakura in the stomach. When Bakura clutched his stomach in pain
Yami took advantage of it and toppled him to the ground. The two started
punching and kicking each other to oblivion. Over and over they rolled,
until Bakura managed to smash Yami against the wall. Yami let out a roar
and kicked Bakura in the jaw, cutting him to the point of bleeding. Bakura
let out a howl and bit down an Yami's knee. Yami rolled under, but was
caught by Bakura, who proceeded to straddle him, and start to strangle
him. He was suceeding until a loud voice stopped him.
"STOP!"
Bakura
released his death grip, and both turned to see Tea, Ryou, Yugi, and Joey
standing in the hallway.
"You
idiots!" Joey yelled. "What the hell are you two doing?"
"How
did you find us?" Bakura snapped.
"We heard
a scuffle coming from the ceiling, and Yugi and Ryou both heard fighing
in their links to you." said Tea.
Dammit!
Yami thought. Our links!
"What
do you two have to say for yourselves?" Yelled Ryou.
They
both looked at each other, then to their respective aibous.
Yami
pointed a finger at Bakura. "He started it."
"I did
not!"
"Did
too!"
"You
tried to trick me!"
"NO I
DIDN'T DAMMIT! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO PUNCHED ME!"
"BECAUSE
YOUR A FILTHY LIAR!"
"ENOUGH!"
Tea yelled. She grabbed both of them by the ear, and threw them into a
nearby guest bedroom. "In you two go. You are both going to work this out
like civilized humans, and If we hear any fighting, we'll lock you
in the broom closet! Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a turkey to baste
and stuffing to make." She turned on one heel and stalked off with everyone
else in tow. The two yamis stared off into the hallway. It was deadly silent
for about a minute when:
"SETO
KAIBA! GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN!" The unmistakable shriek of Tea Gardner
rang though the Kaiba Mansion.
"GODS
WOMAN, CAN'T A GUY JUST GRAB A BEER?" Kaiba roared back. This was the last
straw.
"NOT
UNTIL WE'RE DONE COOKING!"
"HEY!
LET ME GO!"
There
was a crash, and Kaiba said something that was muffled from the distance.
"WHAT
DID YOU JUST CALL ME?" Tea thundered.
"I SAID,
'YOU'RE AN OBSESSIVE KITCHEN FREAK WHO IS MORE PSYCHOTIC THAN A MENTAL
PATIENT!'"
"THAT'S
IT! Ryou, guard the turkey. AAAIIIIEEEEEE!"
There
was a loud crash, then silence. Kaiba muttered something, and Tea and Ryou
went back to fixing dinner.
Yami
turned to walk into the bedroom, but was blocked by Bakura.
"Move
out of my way," he snapped.
"No,
not until you apologize," Bakura snapped back, his voice icy.
"Fuck
you, I've had it. I'm sick of being the peacemaker, and the serious one
all the time. I hate you." he shoved past Bakura and sat down on the bed.
"Hate
me, do you?"
Yami
ignored Bakura. Tears brimmed in the brown eyes of the former tomb robber.
"Then
tell me something, Pharoh. Why did you send me that email?" he asked, voice
shaky.
Yami
turned at the sudden change of Bakura's voice. His mouth opened, but no
sound came out.
"Because,
you know Yami, you're right," Bakura continued. "I mean, I've always been
an ass to everyone but Ryou, and I snap at everyone, and I'm an absolute
monster. I'll probably die alone. But you didn't have to rub it in." Silent
sobs racked his body, he just couldn't take it anymore, he didn't care.
He was tired of hiding behind an emotionless wall. He turned his gaze to
the floor.
Yami
found his voice. He felt his eyes sting with tears once more. He felt awful.
He wished he'd never sent that damned email in the first place, because
of what it did to him. Looking at him trying to hide the tears, Yami felt
sobs shaking him as well.
Bakura
continued to look at the floor. "Well? Why did you send it? Why? ANSWER
ME!!" He wiped his eyes.
"Because,
everything in that email...it's true."
Bakura
snapped his head up.
"Why
the email? Why not something else? A love letter, a phone call, or something?"
"Because
if I told you flat-out you would have beat me to oblivion, or found some
way to rub it in, and I figured if I said it like that, then I could cover
it up easier."
Silence.
"So...you..."
Bakura trailed off, unsure of what to say. Did Yami really feel that way?
His emotions were reeling. He was unsure of himself now, and he didn't
know what to think at all.
"...yeah,
I do." Yami got up, looked Bakura straight in the eye, and took a deep
breath, tears still streaming from his eyes, mainly because he didn't bother
to wipe them away.
"I love
you, Bakura. And I'm sorry I put you through this. If I had known just
what would come of it, I would have never sent the email to begin with.
You...you don't have to forgive me." His gaze fell back to the floor.
Bakura's
head was spinning. Did he just hear Yami correctly? Only one way to
find out, he thought. And that's to tell him how I feel as well.
"I
love you too."
Yami
scrunched up his face in an effort to hide the fresh tears that were springing
up from his eyes. But these weren't tears of sadness. They were ones of
relief, and joy.
Bakura
looked down at him and a small, goofy grin spread across his lips. "Silly
pharoh," he said. "Come here."
He tipped
Yami's chin up to face him, and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
Yami
looked up at his former enemy. He slowly put his arms around Bakura's neck,
and quietly kissed him back. Bakura siezed the opportunity, and quietly
slipped his tounge in, not really noticing that Yami gave instant enterance.
He wrapped his arms around Yami's waist.
They
stayed like that for what seemed ages, until they were interrupted by yet
another commotion from the kitchen.
"GODS!
FOR THE LAST TIME, GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN!" Screeched Tea. Several crashes
followed, then a dead eerie silence.
Bakura
looked down at Yami. "I think we better see what we are missing," he said.
Yami nodded and went to go back to the living room but was stopped by Bakura.
"Wait," he said. He took a nearby kleenex and gently wiped away the tears
that Yami neglected to get rid of. Then he wiped his own. Yami thanked
him with a kiss on the nose.
Then
they walked to the living room, hand in hand.
Yeesh that was a tad sappy,
and corny, and OOC, but I got it up! YAY! No evil cliffy this time, Neko-Chan.
Got this up juuust in time for Thanksgiving. There's more, I don't
know how much more yet, I just know that this fic is nearing it's close.
Then I will get to work on the Joey/Mai fic that I promised. I haven't
forgotten! Chapter seven and the Thanksgiving dinner is on the way.
Neko-Chan: No evil cliffhanger this time!
Soul: My ideas, huh? To tell you the truth...I have no clue. The Idea for 'Quit It!' just popped into my head while listening to the radio. They all usually just come from random places and strange events.
Calen: It's Thanksgiving! I couldn't leave out football!
Blind Falcon: Wow! Thanks! It's nice to be worshipped.
linzy8554: Yikes! My thanksgivings have been peaceful, so far.
Everyone else: Sorry to keep you all waiting! I finally updated!
Thanks to everyone who has
read and reviewed thus far. Have a great Thanksgiving!
-OtakuChild