Chapter 4 ~ DID NOT!
So they were kissing. Big suprise. Yami was too tired to even try and get up, and the kiss. It went through him like a river of heat swarming through his body. And his heart, felt like a volcano erupted.
Now Bakura, he had shown no effort either. Just deep bliss. He closed his borrowed eyes, and relaxed into the feel. Then again, that's not the Bakura WE all know and love. After he felt Yami give in, he immediantly pushed Yami as hard as he could off of him. Sitting up, he started coughing and rubbing his lips madly, "WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM!?!"
Yami was shocked, "MINE!?! What about yours?"
Bakura snarled, "The only problem I have is that YOU KISSED ME!"
"ME!?!"
"YES! AND WHY DO YOU KEEP REPEATING EVERY DAMN THING I SAY!?!" Bakura scowled.
Standing, Yami pointed at Bakura, "I AM NOT! AND I CERTAINLY DID NOT KISS YOU! YOU KISSED ME!"
"DID NOT!" Bakura protested.
"DID TOO!" Yami countered.
"DID NOT!"
"DID TOO!"
"DID NOT!"
"DID TOO!"
"DID NOT!"
"DID TOO!"
"DID NOT!"
"DID TOO!"
"HOW COME I'M ALWAY BLAMED FOR EVERYTHING!?!" Bakura was ready to pulled out Yami's spiky hair.
Yami rolled his eyes, "You? What about calling me a cheater!"
"WHAT!?! YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT YESTERDAY!"
"Yea, so?"
Bakura was lost for words, "Yesterday was freakin YESTERDAY! LET IT GO!"
Yami quirked an eyebrow, "You tell me to let the past go, yet you won't do it yourself." he spoke with riddles.
Bakura lightly gasp, "What?"
"You heard me." Yami opened the bedroom door, "Well, I'm going to see if I can find my way home."
"But this IS your home."
"Never was. Never will." Yami spoke softly. As if nothing had ever happened.
Bakura tried to stop him, "But, won't it be weird to see ME at the game shop?"
Yami nodded, "I'm sure Abiou will understand our problem."
Getting the idea, Bakura ran up to him, and knock him down, "NO!" he straddled the formor pharoah so he wouldn't get away, "You are not telling that-that..."
"Thing?" Yami suggested. A note of amusement in his voice.
Bakura smacked him, "SHUT UP! All I can say is that RUNT better not find out! THINK OF MY REPUTATION!!!!"
"Why should I do that now? I never used to." Yami smirked. He sat up, "And could you get off me. Think of what would happen if Ryou came upstairs." his smirk grew.
Bakura grumbled something like 'fatass' and got up. Brushing himself off, he sighed, "You know how to tire a guy out, Pharoah." he started to go back to the room, "See ya later in the morning." and he slammed the door in Yami's face.
~~~
The next morning, Bakura got up and groaned, "Okay. I'm gonna go look in a mirror and see that it was all a dream." he opened his eyes, and screamed, "OMIRA! OMIRA! OMIRA!" he wrentch open the door, and ran down the stairs to find his own self sipping tea at the kitchen table. He was shocked, "IT WASN'T A DREAM! DAMMIT!"
Yami quirked an eyebrow, "Well duh." he took of sip of his tea, "There's some water left if you want some."
"You think I would drink TEA?" Bakura sat down, and banged his forehead on the table.
Yami shrugged, "Whatever. What do you normally drink?"
"Coffee..." Bakura grumbled, "three sugars two creams." (A/N: That's how I like MY coffee. tehe)
Making a face, Yami took another sip. Letting the warm liquid flow down his throat, "I'm not letting you infest my body with a bean of caffine."
Bakura scowled, "Why not!?! I'm letting you drink tea!" he shuddered a bit. Probably cuz all he was wearing was a pair of boxers.
Yami sighed, finishing his breakfast, he stood up, and faced Bakura, "What is wrong with tea?"
"It's so..." Bakura started to speak, but nothing came out. He just heaved a sigh, and walked towards the stairs, "Nevermind. I just don't tend to drink it often, okay?"
Yami nodded, "Fair enough. Go ahead. Drink the damn coffee."
Bakura gave the pharoah a look, "Why did you change your mind?"
"Well I've been changing a lot of things for the past couple days." Yami answered, a smirk on his face.
Matching Yami's smirk with one of his own, Bakura started up the stairs, "You are not the only one."
~~~
The day went too slow for both of the yami's liking. It dragged on and on with nothing more to do than sit together in the livingroom staring at something. Yami looked at the blank tv screen while Bakura glanced around the room, looking for SOMETHING to do. Out of ideas, he tried to pull out his deck of duel monster cards, but ended up pulling out Yami's instead. He glanced at the card that was on the very top: The Dark Magician.
Bakura stared at the monster in purple with fascination. Never knowing why the magician was Yami's favorite card. Deciding to break the enormous pause of silence, Bakura spoke, "Hey Pharoah?" he never took his eyes off the card.
"Hm?" Yami turned his head from the window to the yami on the floor.
Bakura tilted the card a bit, "How come you like the dark magician so much?"
Yami sat up a bit straighter, "What do you mean 'why'? The dark magician is the best card I've ever had. He's been loyal to me and has never let me down. And he's powerful, but yet... I dunno. He just seems so... so much like me."
"Like you?"
Yami nodded, "So strong, yet so mysterious. Even to himself."
Bakura nodded, "You still really don't know much about yourself, do you?"
Yami shook his head, "No. But it doesn't stop me from doing everything I can."
Nodding again, Bakura stood and handed the deck to Yami, the magician on top, "Can I have my deck?"
Taking his deck from the other's hands, Yami pulled out the deck from his back pocket. Much like Bakura, he stared at the top card: The Change of Heart. Interested, Yami asked, "How come you like the change of heart?"
Bakura shrugged, "I dunno."
Yami wasn't a fool, "Don't give me that 'I just think it's a good card' excuse. There's something more to it."
Letting out a slow sigh, Bakura sat down beside the other, "It reminds me of myself just as much as the dark magician reminds you of youself. The change of heart reminds me of Ryou and myself. How we're so different. Innocent and light on one side, Dark and cold on the other. Like the way I am with Hikari."
Yami nodded, "I understand." he handed the theif his deck, "I see you have feelings after all." he let out a short laugh.
Now, you would think that Bakura would scowl and throw a fit, but he didn't. He smirked, and reached out, touching the silver hair that was once his. He felt the pharoah tense and glance over at him, but he payed no mind. Biting his lip, he sorted out his feelings towards Yami, and ended up with another sigh, "Pharoah?"
"Hai Theif?"
Bakura took a deep breath, "I... I..."
***
KT: mwuahahaha! Bet you can't tell what happens! Mwuahaha!
Bakura: I could.
KT: Shut up! No one asked you!
Bakura: True... *nods*
So they were kissing. Big suprise. Yami was too tired to even try and get up, and the kiss. It went through him like a river of heat swarming through his body. And his heart, felt like a volcano erupted.
Now Bakura, he had shown no effort either. Just deep bliss. He closed his borrowed eyes, and relaxed into the feel. Then again, that's not the Bakura WE all know and love. After he felt Yami give in, he immediantly pushed Yami as hard as he could off of him. Sitting up, he started coughing and rubbing his lips madly, "WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM!?!"
Yami was shocked, "MINE!?! What about yours?"
Bakura snarled, "The only problem I have is that YOU KISSED ME!"
"ME!?!"
"YES! AND WHY DO YOU KEEP REPEATING EVERY DAMN THING I SAY!?!" Bakura scowled.
Standing, Yami pointed at Bakura, "I AM NOT! AND I CERTAINLY DID NOT KISS YOU! YOU KISSED ME!"
"DID NOT!" Bakura protested.
"DID TOO!" Yami countered.
"DID NOT!"
"DID TOO!"
"DID NOT!"
"DID TOO!"
"DID NOT!"
"DID TOO!"
"DID NOT!"
"DID TOO!"
"HOW COME I'M ALWAY BLAMED FOR EVERYTHING!?!" Bakura was ready to pulled out Yami's spiky hair.
Yami rolled his eyes, "You? What about calling me a cheater!"
"WHAT!?! YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT YESTERDAY!"
"Yea, so?"
Bakura was lost for words, "Yesterday was freakin YESTERDAY! LET IT GO!"
Yami quirked an eyebrow, "You tell me to let the past go, yet you won't do it yourself." he spoke with riddles.
Bakura lightly gasp, "What?"
"You heard me." Yami opened the bedroom door, "Well, I'm going to see if I can find my way home."
"But this IS your home."
"Never was. Never will." Yami spoke softly. As if nothing had ever happened.
Bakura tried to stop him, "But, won't it be weird to see ME at the game shop?"
Yami nodded, "I'm sure Abiou will understand our problem."
Getting the idea, Bakura ran up to him, and knock him down, "NO!" he straddled the formor pharoah so he wouldn't get away, "You are not telling that-that..."
"Thing?" Yami suggested. A note of amusement in his voice.
Bakura smacked him, "SHUT UP! All I can say is that RUNT better not find out! THINK OF MY REPUTATION!!!!"
"Why should I do that now? I never used to." Yami smirked. He sat up, "And could you get off me. Think of what would happen if Ryou came upstairs." his smirk grew.
Bakura grumbled something like 'fatass' and got up. Brushing himself off, he sighed, "You know how to tire a guy out, Pharoah." he started to go back to the room, "See ya later in the morning." and he slammed the door in Yami's face.
~~~
The next morning, Bakura got up and groaned, "Okay. I'm gonna go look in a mirror and see that it was all a dream." he opened his eyes, and screamed, "OMIRA! OMIRA! OMIRA!" he wrentch open the door, and ran down the stairs to find his own self sipping tea at the kitchen table. He was shocked, "IT WASN'T A DREAM! DAMMIT!"
Yami quirked an eyebrow, "Well duh." he took of sip of his tea, "There's some water left if you want some."
"You think I would drink TEA?" Bakura sat down, and banged his forehead on the table.
Yami shrugged, "Whatever. What do you normally drink?"
"Coffee..." Bakura grumbled, "three sugars two creams." (A/N: That's how I like MY coffee. tehe)
Making a face, Yami took another sip. Letting the warm liquid flow down his throat, "I'm not letting you infest my body with a bean of caffine."
Bakura scowled, "Why not!?! I'm letting you drink tea!" he shuddered a bit. Probably cuz all he was wearing was a pair of boxers.
Yami sighed, finishing his breakfast, he stood up, and faced Bakura, "What is wrong with tea?"
"It's so..." Bakura started to speak, but nothing came out. He just heaved a sigh, and walked towards the stairs, "Nevermind. I just don't tend to drink it often, okay?"
Yami nodded, "Fair enough. Go ahead. Drink the damn coffee."
Bakura gave the pharoah a look, "Why did you change your mind?"
"Well I've been changing a lot of things for the past couple days." Yami answered, a smirk on his face.
Matching Yami's smirk with one of his own, Bakura started up the stairs, "You are not the only one."
~~~
The day went too slow for both of the yami's liking. It dragged on and on with nothing more to do than sit together in the livingroom staring at something. Yami looked at the blank tv screen while Bakura glanced around the room, looking for SOMETHING to do. Out of ideas, he tried to pull out his deck of duel monster cards, but ended up pulling out Yami's instead. He glanced at the card that was on the very top: The Dark Magician.
Bakura stared at the monster in purple with fascination. Never knowing why the magician was Yami's favorite card. Deciding to break the enormous pause of silence, Bakura spoke, "Hey Pharoah?" he never took his eyes off the card.
"Hm?" Yami turned his head from the window to the yami on the floor.
Bakura tilted the card a bit, "How come you like the dark magician so much?"
Yami sat up a bit straighter, "What do you mean 'why'? The dark magician is the best card I've ever had. He's been loyal to me and has never let me down. And he's powerful, but yet... I dunno. He just seems so... so much like me."
"Like you?"
Yami nodded, "So strong, yet so mysterious. Even to himself."
Bakura nodded, "You still really don't know much about yourself, do you?"
Yami shook his head, "No. But it doesn't stop me from doing everything I can."
Nodding again, Bakura stood and handed the deck to Yami, the magician on top, "Can I have my deck?"
Taking his deck from the other's hands, Yami pulled out the deck from his back pocket. Much like Bakura, he stared at the top card: The Change of Heart. Interested, Yami asked, "How come you like the change of heart?"
Bakura shrugged, "I dunno."
Yami wasn't a fool, "Don't give me that 'I just think it's a good card' excuse. There's something more to it."
Letting out a slow sigh, Bakura sat down beside the other, "It reminds me of myself just as much as the dark magician reminds you of youself. The change of heart reminds me of Ryou and myself. How we're so different. Innocent and light on one side, Dark and cold on the other. Like the way I am with Hikari."
Yami nodded, "I understand." he handed the theif his deck, "I see you have feelings after all." he let out a short laugh.
Now, you would think that Bakura would scowl and throw a fit, but he didn't. He smirked, and reached out, touching the silver hair that was once his. He felt the pharoah tense and glance over at him, but he payed no mind. Biting his lip, he sorted out his feelings towards Yami, and ended up with another sigh, "Pharoah?"
"Hai Theif?"
Bakura took a deep breath, "I... I..."
***
KT: mwuahahaha! Bet you can't tell what happens! Mwuahaha!
Bakura: I could.
KT: Shut up! No one asked you!
Bakura: True... *nods*