A/n: Yes, finally a good chapter…
Bakura: It's still not good.
Me: …that's not for you to decide.
Disclaimer: I give up coming up with clever (if at all) disclaimers. I just don't own. ^^
Notes: Completely OOC Bakura, the two snuggly wuggly +together+…At last, a chapter that focuses somewhat on Bakura/Yami. Geez, that took long, didn't it? Sowwy.
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Bakura started back to the kitchen, but paused at Yami's door.
Should I go in? he wondered. His thoughts were cut off when he was suddenly shoved into the room, slamming into the door and falling in. There was a loud giggle and the door shut again, someone locking it from the outside.
Bakura landed on his back harshly. He groaned and rubbed the back of his neck.
At the desk, Yami quickly shut his diary*, binding it with a spell. He stood up and looked down at his new visitor.
"Thief?"
Bakura looked up. "Oh, hey, Pharaoh. What's new?" he greeted casually. Yami rolled his eyes.
"Get out of here." He pointed at the door. Bakura sighed resignedly and opened the door. Or attempted to open the door. As you remember, whoever had shoved him in had also locked the door. And the lock on the outside was separate from the one on the inside.
Yami frowned. He pulled on the knob, but nothing happened. He scowled. "I guess you're stuck in here with me, Thief."
Bakura rolled his eyes. "Obviously." But inside, his heart was racing. He was locked in a room with Yami!! He silently thanked Ra and whoever had locked them in. Maybe…maybe I could apologize here and now…and perhaps I could even confess. Then, if he turned me down, I could jump out of that big window. His eyes darted to the large, elaborate circle window.
Yami flumped onto the bed, propping himself on the elbows. He glanced at Bakura.
Bakura, who had been staring at Yami's ass, looked away quickly and stared at his wrist again. He let out a dry sob. Why the hell am I so weak? WHY do I always start crying when I see this freakin' cut? It's just dried blood, for Ra's sake.
"Pharaoh?"
Yami blinked. "What?"
"Can…can you hold me?" Yami's jaw dropped. What the hell?
"…"
"Please?" Bakura gave Yami a desperate look. For some reason unknown to him, Yami faltered under the spell of the tomb robber's puppy eyes. He nodded weakly.
Bakura climbed onto the bed and snuggled next to Yami. Yami rolled over and stared at the ceiling. Soon after, they fell asleep. Together. Just like they did five millennia ago.
Outside Yami's room, three people were listening against the door. Namely, the three hikaris. Malik stifled a snicker.
"Do you really think this is what Bakura needed, Ryou?" he asked, looking at his lover. Ryou nodded vigorously.
"I think Yami's exactly what he needed." He replied and grinned.
Yugi stayed silent.
Downstairs, the two (re)united couples were having a mad making out session. Some of the other guests looked disgusted, though others were just uninterested. If they didn't have to breathe, they would've just gone on forever…and ever…and ever…
Tristan scowled at them. "Love is stupid."
Isis raised an eyebrow. "But you do have to admit that it's sweet how they got together." She smiled lightly at the four kissy ones. Yami Malik snorted.
"Sickeningly sweet. So sweet that I have to go vomit. Have a nice day." He disappeared back into the Millennium Rod.
Isis muttered to herself. "He really needs a lover." Tristan made a derisive noise. Isis looked at him. "You do too." Tristan just walked away.
Bakura stirred slightly, moaning in his sleep. He blinked his eyes open groggily. The blurry sight of Yami writing in a notebook met him. He tried to say something, but it came out as a groan. Yami turned suddenly and looked at him, his eyes alarmed. He threw the book under the bed quickly.
"Pharaoh? What was that book for?"
Yami sweated nervously. "Erm…my diary." Bakura's eyes shot up curiously.
"You keep a diary?"
"Yes."
"Oh."
Yami blinked. That was it?
"Aren't you going to make an insult?" he asked bitterly. Bakura frowned.
"Why?"
Yami shook his head. The Thief is really confusing me… "Never mind." Bakura nodded.
Yami suddenly smirked. "Why don't we play a little game?" The Thief's eyebrow quirked up.
"A game?"
"Yes. I'll ask you a question and you have to answer it truthfully. You can do the same to me." Bakura thought for a moment, then shrugged.
"Sure, why not?"
Yami smirked widely. I'm going to win this… "Alright, is your hair really that color?"
Bakura looked confused, then touched a strand of his silvery hair. You've forgotten, Yami…my hair used to be one of your favorite things about me…Of course, you loved everything about me, and me you…Oh, I only wish you KNEW…He nodded.
"What color are your eyes?" he asked. Yami blinked before answering quickly.
"Crimson."
Bakura nodded again, but he had known the answer to that already. Of course. In Egypt, I spent hours staring into your beautiful crimson orbs…and I still do when you're not looking…
"Do you believe in love at first sight?"
That question took the ancient tomb robber by surprise. Vivid memories flashed before him; the first time he was captured by the palace guards and taken to the Pharaoh (Yami's father), the first time he spotted the Egyptian Prince (Yami), the fluttery feeling he felt instantly, and so on. He gulped and whispered out a weak "Yes."
"Do you?" Bakura asked back.
Yami was silent for a few moments. Suddenly, there was a memory that flashed brilliantly in his mind.
**Flashback**
A pale, sickly looking, snow haired boy stood before the Pharaoh. The guards that had captured him were on their knees and had their heads pressed to the ground.
"Well, slave? Aren't you going to bow for your Pharaoh?"
The little boy, no more than eight, scowled. "I'm not going to bow for you or anyone." The Pharaoh snarled and the guards leapt to their feet, quickly binding the boy's hands and feet. They tied a piece of rope around his neck and started dragging the boy by the other end of the rope.
Let go of me! Get your grimy hands off! Stop—" The boy yelped. The door to the right of the throne creaked open. A small young boy with crazy hair sticking up all over the place and bright red crimson eyes walked in. He looked up at his father with huge eyes.
"Father? I need help with—" he started, before being cut off by the yells of the silver haired boy. He looked at where the guards were trying to drag the stubborn boy and gasped at the sudden warm feeling that engulfed him. The little prince ran up to the other child.
He gently untied all his bounds and undid the rope around his neck. While doing this, he touched the little thief's pale hands. The white haired boy with the large brown eyes shivered slightly, but recovered quickly. The prince smiled, and nodded.
"Go." He whispered softly. The little robber gazed into those beautiful crimson eyes one last time before running as fast as he could out the palace door.
**End Flashback**
Yami's throat tightened. "Yes." I…I loved Bakura in Egypt? Is that what that vision was supposed to show me? Or was it just…I don't know. How could I love him? WHY would I love him? Aren't I supposed to hate him?!? I don't understand…
"Thief, I'm going to ask you something you asked me."
"Yes?"
"Who do you love?"
A/n: Erm, not exactly a cliffhanger since you all already know the answer to this one…
Bakura: [crossly] When are the Pharaoh and me going to get together?
Me: [raises eyebrow] So you like him now?
Bakura: [disgusted] No, you told me when you started this that when we got together, I would get a pay raise.
Me: -_-; Oh. That.
*Silent Tears: Yami's Account is in the making. It's going to be Yami's diary and his thoughts during Worthy of You. I just had to put that in.