Chapter 3 ~ When night is old
Bakura snapped his head up, "What?"
Yami brushed the dirt off his ass, and stood in front of him, "Are you crying?"
"CRYING!?!" Bakura scowled, "I am NOT!" he picked up Yami again, "Don't think I'm about to stoop down to your level and start bawling my eyes out. Do you understand?"
Yami placed his hands on Bakura's arms, "Put me down." he demanded for the second time that night.
Bakura actually did what he was told. After staring straight into his own eyes, I guess you could say, he cleared his throat, "Umm You should go back inside. Marik will uh probably need a ride home. He gets drunk so easily."
Yami shook his head, "No thanks. Ra knows I can't drive a motorcycle. Besides, I lied. I don't like Marik all that much. I uh... Ra! I don't KNOW who I like! I don't KNOW what I SHOULD like! I don't know anything! Maybe it's because I'm in this damned body. Or maybe it's because I'm just not cut out for love."
Bakura rolled his eyes, "Shut up. I never asked for a speech of stupidity." he started to walk towards the door, "I'll tell you what. Since Marik's too drunk to see clearly, I'll drive him home. I don't know. Maybe you could get on too or something. If not, just take a bus or actually..." he did a quick thought, "Marik only lives down the street. You could walk."
Knowing this was his only way out, Yami nodded, "And I'm suppose to spend the night with him?"
Bakura shook his head, "No. You can leave. If you know how to get back home." he smirked.
Yami scowled. Bakura was right. He's never been out in the middle of town, so he doesn't know his way around the place. He sighed, "Damn." taking in a deep breath, he asked, "Hey Bakura?"
"hn."
"Can you walk me home?"
~~~
After spending a half hour at the Ishtar house, Yami finally jumped out the front door, and slammed the door behind him, "Dear Ra. It's a zoo in there!"
Bakura quirked an eyebrow, "Lemme guess. Isis has Mai over. They're making out on the couch, and Malik has Otogi in bed?"
"I see you know the Ishtar family." Yami laughed a bit.
Bakura shrugged, "Yea well. I've known them since... forever actually."
Yami nodded, and looked up and down the street, "Um... which way do you live?"
Trying to stiffle a laugh, Bakura started to walk in the direction of the club, "This way. It'll be faster if we uh 'borrow' Marik's bike. It's still at the club."
Giving an almighty sigh, Yami jogged to catch up with him, "Hey Bakura?"
"Do you mind?" Bakura glared at him, "Only my friends call me by my name, and that does not include you."
He scowled, "You mean, it doesn't include anyone." he noticed Bakura's glare, and sighed, "Fine, TOMB ROBBER." he smirked a bit, "So, What do you exactly do everyday?"
"Eat, sleep, beat up Ryou, watch tv, shoot pigeons, stab squirrels. Get in bed with Marik..." Bakura ticked the things off with the pharaoh's fingers, "Basically things YOU don't do."
Yami scowled, "I eat and sleep."
"Yea. That's about it." Bakura shrugged, "What about you, Pharoah?"
The boy shrugged, "Eat, sleep, work at the game shop. Sometimes I hang out with Yugi's friends at the arcade. I also duel with someone or another at least once a day. Don't ask. I had no idea how many people knew me."
"Oh boy... what fun." Bakura rolled his eyes. He then stopped, and faced Yami. Looking at him. Darting his eyes up and down his body, "You stand all wrong."
"What?" Yami asked, confused.
Bakura crossed his arms, and leaned with one hip still out more than the other, "I stand like this."
Yami quirked an eyebrow, "I have to STAND like you?"
Nodding, Bakura reached over, and crossed Yami's arms for him, and placed both hands on his hips, making Yami lean the right one over more. He then shrugged, "It'll do."
Doing a double blink, Yami asked, "Did you HAVE to touch me?"
"Hey. I don't think of it like that. I think of it like touching myself. Or my reflection in the mirror like." he shrug, keeping his cool.
Okay. He understood a little bit. Now, Yami darted his eyes up and down Bakura, "You stand wrong too." he suddenly stood up straight, and placed a hand on his left hip, leaving the right arm to dangle free. He smirked, "I normally stand like this."
Bakura nodded, and before Yami could touch him, did the same, "Like this?"
Yami nodded, "Actually, that's pretty good." he grinned, "Are you sure you've never done this before?"
Bakura didn't answer. By then, they had gotten back to the club, and Bakura was climbing onto the motorcycle, "C'mon." he pulled the keys out of his pocket, "We need to go to my house. You need to learn a couple things."
"What!?" Yami asked, but he wasn't answered. He sighed, and climbed onto the back of the cycle again. Placing his hands around Bakura's waist. He sighed, "I can barely wait."
~~~
At the Bakura home, the two yamis snuck past the sleeping Ryou in the livingroom, and up the stairs. Safely inside the guest room, Bakura immediantly ran to the closet and pulled out clothes, "Okay. I'm not all that sorry to say that I don't have any buckles." he threw a pair of silky pajama pants onto the bed.
Yami rolled his eyes, "I'll live." he stepped forward and picked up the smooth pants, black in color. His eyes glanced over at Bakura (in his body), "Umm what is this for?"
"You WANT to sleep in leather?" Bakura quirked an eyebrow.
Nodding, Yami went back to the smooth feel of silk. He ran his hands down it, and shrugged, "I normally don't sleep."
Bakura threw an old gray sleeveless tee at Yami's head, and shrugged, "I sometimes do that too. When I feel like it. You know what? Wear whatever you want. Wing it. I mean..." his smirked, "unless you want to sleep naked in my body."
Yami's eyes went wide, "Wait... you wouldn't have a problem with that?"
A burst of chilly laughter came from Bakura, "Dear Ra, you really want to!?!"
"NO!" Yami blushed, "I am NOT as perverted as you, you damned tomb robber."
"And I'm damn proud!" Bakura snarled back.
Yami growled. He took off his shirt, but then he suddenly stopped, "Can you like turn around or something?"
Bakura chuckled darkly, "You're such an wussy ass."
"What do you mean by that?"
Standing up, Bakura walked closer. He was inches away from touching noses, "Look." he was talking of the scared look on his face, "I'm this close to you, and you're giving this face."
Yami suddenly realized it, "Shut up. It's just kinda freakin me out. I mean, we've never even had a conversation. At least, a positive one."
"You talk no sence. I can't barely get you. And I'm basically talking to myself!" Bakura went back to sit on the bed.
Yami quirked an eyebrow, "Okay. Whatever." he noticed the way Bakura sat, "You sit wrong too."
"Sit wrong?" Bakura rose an eyebrow too, "You have a certain way of sitting?"
Yami shrugged, "I suppose. I just don't imagine myself sitting like that." he pointed to Bakura's posture, "You're back is too bent."
Bakura looked over himself. He sat with his elbows on his knees, resting his head on one hand while the other dangled over his knee, "You haven't sat like this? Not even once?"
Yami shook his head, "No. Straighten your back, and cross your legs."
"WHAT!?!"
"You heard me." Yami laughed.
Scowling, Bakura got into the uncomfortable position, and sighed, "I guess this is okay."
Yami sat beside Bakura and sat the way he had before, "I guess this is okay too." he sighed, "Hey Bakura, are we going to be like this forever?"
"Hope as hell not."
"Well, I remember when we switched. I kinda wished after you left for you to be me for a while." Yami confessed, "I uh didn't think it would actually work!"
Bakura's eyes went wide, "You did that?"
Yami nodded, "Yea, so?"
Bakura snarled, and pinned Yami onto the bed, "You bastard!"
"What!?!" Yami was confused.
"You're damn wishing got me in this fuckin body! Well, PHAROAH, WISH US BACK!" Bakura banged Yami's head onto the matress.
Yami grabbed Bakura's shoulders, and stopped him from personally killing his own body, "BAKURA! PUT YOURSELF TOGETHER! If you kill me, it'll be like suicide, and we won't be able to switch!" he had won, and was able to sit up. Rubbing his neck, he sighed, "And I don't KNOW how to switch back."
Bakura snarled, "WISH FOR IT!"
Heaving another sigh, Yami closed his eyes, and said, "I wish I was back in my own body." he reopened them and nothing had happened, "See? Don't think I haven't tried it before."
Bakura growled and started to walk towards the mirror. Staring at him inside Yami's body. He reached a hand up to touch his spiky hair, "You mean I have to live with this hair forever?"
Yami shook his head, and stood beside him, "I hope not. I have a reputation at stake."
"Oh, and I don't have one?"
"What reputation would you have? Being the biggest loser of the millenia? Yea, that's a good one." Yami smirked.
"Why don't you crawl up in a little ball and die..." Bakura snapped, "That is AFTER we switch back." he sighed, and pulled off his shirt, "Man, I'm beat."
"Hey!" Yami suddenly jumped onto the bed, "Don't you even think about it!"
Bakura placed his hands on his hips, "It's my bed!"
"Not at the moment. Go walk to the game shop and crash!" Yami huggled the pillows, "I like this bed. It's soft."
"THAT'S MY PILLOW!" Bakura jumped onto the bed, and pinned Yami back down, "Get away! That's my favorite pillow!"
Yami quirked an eyebrow, "Why in the name of Ra is it your favorite?"
"Because! I mean, look at it!" he grabbed it out of Yami's arms and nuzzled his cheek against it, "It's so pretty!" he closed his eyes in happiness, "I never sleep without it."
Yami's eyes went wide, "Uh... Bakura?"
Bakura's eyes then snapped open, and he scowled, "Hey Pharoah."
"Hm?"
"I never said that."
"Said what?" Yami smirked.
Bakura actually grinned, "Good Doggie."
"WHAT!?!" Yami sat up, and grabbed Bakura's shoulders again, "I am not!"
"Bad doggie!" Bakura smirked, and grabbed Yami's shoulder, trying to pin him down again, and the wrestling began. (A/N: let's get ready to rumbbllllllllllllllllllllle! ^_^)
They tossed and turned, and eventually were close to the edge of the bed. Bakura panted while he was on top, "This is where you die King Yu-gi- oh!"
"Not in that life or this one!" Yami growled back, and he turned over with Bakura on top. They both fell on the floor, Yami on top now, but he lost his balance and both of them were both flush together. From their legs to their lips...
***
KT: *squeals* YAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAY!
Bakura: O.o HE KISSED ME!
Yami: NUH UH! YOU kissed ME!
Bakura: DID NOT!
KT: LADIES! LADIES! YOU'LL RUIN THE NEXT CHAPTER!
Bakura and Yami: sorry. _
Bakura snapped his head up, "What?"
Yami brushed the dirt off his ass, and stood in front of him, "Are you crying?"
"CRYING!?!" Bakura scowled, "I am NOT!" he picked up Yami again, "Don't think I'm about to stoop down to your level and start bawling my eyes out. Do you understand?"
Yami placed his hands on Bakura's arms, "Put me down." he demanded for the second time that night.
Bakura actually did what he was told. After staring straight into his own eyes, I guess you could say, he cleared his throat, "Umm You should go back inside. Marik will uh probably need a ride home. He gets drunk so easily."
Yami shook his head, "No thanks. Ra knows I can't drive a motorcycle. Besides, I lied. I don't like Marik all that much. I uh... Ra! I don't KNOW who I like! I don't KNOW what I SHOULD like! I don't know anything! Maybe it's because I'm in this damned body. Or maybe it's because I'm just not cut out for love."
Bakura rolled his eyes, "Shut up. I never asked for a speech of stupidity." he started to walk towards the door, "I'll tell you what. Since Marik's too drunk to see clearly, I'll drive him home. I don't know. Maybe you could get on too or something. If not, just take a bus or actually..." he did a quick thought, "Marik only lives down the street. You could walk."
Knowing this was his only way out, Yami nodded, "And I'm suppose to spend the night with him?"
Bakura shook his head, "No. You can leave. If you know how to get back home." he smirked.
Yami scowled. Bakura was right. He's never been out in the middle of town, so he doesn't know his way around the place. He sighed, "Damn." taking in a deep breath, he asked, "Hey Bakura?"
"hn."
"Can you walk me home?"
~~~
After spending a half hour at the Ishtar house, Yami finally jumped out the front door, and slammed the door behind him, "Dear Ra. It's a zoo in there!"
Bakura quirked an eyebrow, "Lemme guess. Isis has Mai over. They're making out on the couch, and Malik has Otogi in bed?"
"I see you know the Ishtar family." Yami laughed a bit.
Bakura shrugged, "Yea well. I've known them since... forever actually."
Yami nodded, and looked up and down the street, "Um... which way do you live?"
Trying to stiffle a laugh, Bakura started to walk in the direction of the club, "This way. It'll be faster if we uh 'borrow' Marik's bike. It's still at the club."
Giving an almighty sigh, Yami jogged to catch up with him, "Hey Bakura?"
"Do you mind?" Bakura glared at him, "Only my friends call me by my name, and that does not include you."
He scowled, "You mean, it doesn't include anyone." he noticed Bakura's glare, and sighed, "Fine, TOMB ROBBER." he smirked a bit, "So, What do you exactly do everyday?"
"Eat, sleep, beat up Ryou, watch tv, shoot pigeons, stab squirrels. Get in bed with Marik..." Bakura ticked the things off with the pharaoh's fingers, "Basically things YOU don't do."
Yami scowled, "I eat and sleep."
"Yea. That's about it." Bakura shrugged, "What about you, Pharoah?"
The boy shrugged, "Eat, sleep, work at the game shop. Sometimes I hang out with Yugi's friends at the arcade. I also duel with someone or another at least once a day. Don't ask. I had no idea how many people knew me."
"Oh boy... what fun." Bakura rolled his eyes. He then stopped, and faced Yami. Looking at him. Darting his eyes up and down his body, "You stand all wrong."
"What?" Yami asked, confused.
Bakura crossed his arms, and leaned with one hip still out more than the other, "I stand like this."
Yami quirked an eyebrow, "I have to STAND like you?"
Nodding, Bakura reached over, and crossed Yami's arms for him, and placed both hands on his hips, making Yami lean the right one over more. He then shrugged, "It'll do."
Doing a double blink, Yami asked, "Did you HAVE to touch me?"
"Hey. I don't think of it like that. I think of it like touching myself. Or my reflection in the mirror like." he shrug, keeping his cool.
Okay. He understood a little bit. Now, Yami darted his eyes up and down Bakura, "You stand wrong too." he suddenly stood up straight, and placed a hand on his left hip, leaving the right arm to dangle free. He smirked, "I normally stand like this."
Bakura nodded, and before Yami could touch him, did the same, "Like this?"
Yami nodded, "Actually, that's pretty good." he grinned, "Are you sure you've never done this before?"
Bakura didn't answer. By then, they had gotten back to the club, and Bakura was climbing onto the motorcycle, "C'mon." he pulled the keys out of his pocket, "We need to go to my house. You need to learn a couple things."
"What!?" Yami asked, but he wasn't answered. He sighed, and climbed onto the back of the cycle again. Placing his hands around Bakura's waist. He sighed, "I can barely wait."
~~~
At the Bakura home, the two yamis snuck past the sleeping Ryou in the livingroom, and up the stairs. Safely inside the guest room, Bakura immediantly ran to the closet and pulled out clothes, "Okay. I'm not all that sorry to say that I don't have any buckles." he threw a pair of silky pajama pants onto the bed.
Yami rolled his eyes, "I'll live." he stepped forward and picked up the smooth pants, black in color. His eyes glanced over at Bakura (in his body), "Umm what is this for?"
"You WANT to sleep in leather?" Bakura quirked an eyebrow.
Nodding, Yami went back to the smooth feel of silk. He ran his hands down it, and shrugged, "I normally don't sleep."
Bakura threw an old gray sleeveless tee at Yami's head, and shrugged, "I sometimes do that too. When I feel like it. You know what? Wear whatever you want. Wing it. I mean..." his smirked, "unless you want to sleep naked in my body."
Yami's eyes went wide, "Wait... you wouldn't have a problem with that?"
A burst of chilly laughter came from Bakura, "Dear Ra, you really want to!?!"
"NO!" Yami blushed, "I am NOT as perverted as you, you damned tomb robber."
"And I'm damn proud!" Bakura snarled back.
Yami growled. He took off his shirt, but then he suddenly stopped, "Can you like turn around or something?"
Bakura chuckled darkly, "You're such an wussy ass."
"What do you mean by that?"
Standing up, Bakura walked closer. He was inches away from touching noses, "Look." he was talking of the scared look on his face, "I'm this close to you, and you're giving this face."
Yami suddenly realized it, "Shut up. It's just kinda freakin me out. I mean, we've never even had a conversation. At least, a positive one."
"You talk no sence. I can't barely get you. And I'm basically talking to myself!" Bakura went back to sit on the bed.
Yami quirked an eyebrow, "Okay. Whatever." he noticed the way Bakura sat, "You sit wrong too."
"Sit wrong?" Bakura rose an eyebrow too, "You have a certain way of sitting?"
Yami shrugged, "I suppose. I just don't imagine myself sitting like that." he pointed to Bakura's posture, "You're back is too bent."
Bakura looked over himself. He sat with his elbows on his knees, resting his head on one hand while the other dangled over his knee, "You haven't sat like this? Not even once?"
Yami shook his head, "No. Straighten your back, and cross your legs."
"WHAT!?!"
"You heard me." Yami laughed.
Scowling, Bakura got into the uncomfortable position, and sighed, "I guess this is okay."
Yami sat beside Bakura and sat the way he had before, "I guess this is okay too." he sighed, "Hey Bakura, are we going to be like this forever?"
"Hope as hell not."
"Well, I remember when we switched. I kinda wished after you left for you to be me for a while." Yami confessed, "I uh didn't think it would actually work!"
Bakura's eyes went wide, "You did that?"
Yami nodded, "Yea, so?"
Bakura snarled, and pinned Yami onto the bed, "You bastard!"
"What!?!" Yami was confused.
"You're damn wishing got me in this fuckin body! Well, PHAROAH, WISH US BACK!" Bakura banged Yami's head onto the matress.
Yami grabbed Bakura's shoulders, and stopped him from personally killing his own body, "BAKURA! PUT YOURSELF TOGETHER! If you kill me, it'll be like suicide, and we won't be able to switch!" he had won, and was able to sit up. Rubbing his neck, he sighed, "And I don't KNOW how to switch back."
Bakura snarled, "WISH FOR IT!"
Heaving another sigh, Yami closed his eyes, and said, "I wish I was back in my own body." he reopened them and nothing had happened, "See? Don't think I haven't tried it before."
Bakura growled and started to walk towards the mirror. Staring at him inside Yami's body. He reached a hand up to touch his spiky hair, "You mean I have to live with this hair forever?"
Yami shook his head, and stood beside him, "I hope not. I have a reputation at stake."
"Oh, and I don't have one?"
"What reputation would you have? Being the biggest loser of the millenia? Yea, that's a good one." Yami smirked.
"Why don't you crawl up in a little ball and die..." Bakura snapped, "That is AFTER we switch back." he sighed, and pulled off his shirt, "Man, I'm beat."
"Hey!" Yami suddenly jumped onto the bed, "Don't you even think about it!"
Bakura placed his hands on his hips, "It's my bed!"
"Not at the moment. Go walk to the game shop and crash!" Yami huggled the pillows, "I like this bed. It's soft."
"THAT'S MY PILLOW!" Bakura jumped onto the bed, and pinned Yami back down, "Get away! That's my favorite pillow!"
Yami quirked an eyebrow, "Why in the name of Ra is it your favorite?"
"Because! I mean, look at it!" he grabbed it out of Yami's arms and nuzzled his cheek against it, "It's so pretty!" he closed his eyes in happiness, "I never sleep without it."
Yami's eyes went wide, "Uh... Bakura?"
Bakura's eyes then snapped open, and he scowled, "Hey Pharoah."
"Hm?"
"I never said that."
"Said what?" Yami smirked.
Bakura actually grinned, "Good Doggie."
"WHAT!?!" Yami sat up, and grabbed Bakura's shoulders again, "I am not!"
"Bad doggie!" Bakura smirked, and grabbed Yami's shoulder, trying to pin him down again, and the wrestling began. (A/N: let's get ready to rumbbllllllllllllllllllllle! ^_^)
They tossed and turned, and eventually were close to the edge of the bed. Bakura panted while he was on top, "This is where you die King Yu-gi- oh!"
"Not in that life or this one!" Yami growled back, and he turned over with Bakura on top. They both fell on the floor, Yami on top now, but he lost his balance and both of them were both flush together. From their legs to their lips...
***
KT: *squeals* YAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAY!
Bakura: O.o HE KISSED ME!
Yami: NUH UH! YOU kissed ME!
Bakura: DID NOT!
KT: LADIES! LADIES! YOU'LL RUIN THE NEXT CHAPTER!
Bakura and Yami: sorry. _