A/n: Great, Yami's becoming dominant. U_U Supposed to be Bakura…oh well, that's okay.
Yami: Yes! I get to be on top! [sticks tongue out at Yami]
Me: Err…isn't it a little too early for that?
Bakura: How can it be too early? [drags Yami to his bedroom]
Me: O_O
Disclaimer: [twitches violently] Look, I already disclaimed it for what…seven chapters?
Notes: Suicidal attempt by Bakura, be warned. Wow, this story is almost done. T_T So sad. At least there's going to be a sequel! Beware the fluffiness too. And maybe the confessions part wasn't very real, but just live with it, k? ^^
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Bakura froze. "L-l-love?" He looked down. "I can't tell you that…"
"Why not? It's not a girl, is it?" Yami asked half-hopefully. Bakura shook his head quickly. "Then why can't you tell me? Do I know this person? Does he know?"
"You know him well." Much more than you may know…Bakura thought. Yami blanched. It can't be Yugi, can it? Eh, probably not.
"So does he know?" Yami repeated.
"No." Like hell I would tell you…you'd probably just stab me with a knife and throw me off a cliff.
"Why don't you tell him?"
"He's way out of my league and would never love me…" Bakura said, eyes closing.
"Who is it?"
Bakura's eyes flew open. I have to tell him. Maybe… "You." He whispered softly, eyes looking down at his lap ashamedly. There. I finally said it. I guess I can throw myself out the window now. Oh, damnit! Why isn't he saying anything?
Yami's mind was a blur. Bakura loved him! Loved him! Do I love him? A few hours ago I was still moping around about Yugi…and now Thief's confessing his love to me. What do I do?
Bakura's mind had made a decision. He was seriously going to jump out of the window. He walked to it, pushed the glass pane aside, and threw the screen aside. He took a breath and leaped. He kept his eyes shut, but on instinct put his left arm out, which held onto the windowsill.
He blinked his eyes open as he realized that he was hanging between the first and second stories with just five fingers. He gulped. Shit.
Meanwhile, Yami was still in foggy confusion. He suddenly realized that the other spirit wasn't there. "Thief?" he croaked. A breeze of chilly air blew into the room from the open window. He gasped. "Thief?" He spotted the hand holding onto the sill and ran to the window. "What are you doing?!?" he cried out.
Bakura looked up at him. "Help first, questions later!" Yami nodded and put out a hand. Bakura took another breath and grabbed onto the hand he had held so many times before. Yami carefully pulled him up, struggling slightly when he almost fell out himself.
Once the two were safe, Bakura stopped panting and looked up at Yami, who had taken his seat on his bed.
"Pharaoh?"
"Yes?"
"Why did you just do that? You could've gotten rid of me easily."
"Because…I think I love you too."
Bakura's eyes shot up excitedly. "Are you serious?" Yami gave him a smile.
"Yeah…" The ancient spirit jumped up and embraced Yami tightly. The pharaoh let out a gasp of breath before wrapping his arms around his fellow yami. Yami reluctantly let go. He looked Bakura in the eye. Brown met crimson. "Did we really hate each other in Egypt?"
Bakura averted his gaze from the one he loved. "No…we were affectionate lovers."
Yami's eyes lit up. "Really?"
Bakura nodded and smiled at the peaceful memories. "I can show you." With that, he took Yami by the hand and his other hand clenched the Millennium Ring. He closed his eyes and focused both their Shadow energies. They appeared in what was obviously Egypt. Bakura led him behind a pyramid.
There, Yami could see clearly that there were two young teens lying peacefully in the soft sand and looking at the stars. There was him, about twelve, and Bakura, who looked very similar to Ryou. Young Bakura leaned over Young Yami and tenderly kissed him. Young Yami eagerly kissed back.
They appeared in another memory, on the roof of the palace. Here, Yami and Bakura were only the teeniest older, perhaps thirteen or fourteen. Their hands were intertwined and their foreheads were touching. They were gazing into each other's eyes with affection.
Young Bakura whispered something to Young Yami, who turned a faint shade of pink and whispered back something that made Bakura smile lightly.
Once again, the scene changed. This time, they were in one of Yami's bedrooms and sitting on the floor. Yami was sitting behind Bakura and was playing gently with his hair, which seemed brighter than usual. Young Bakura had his eyes closed and reached behind him to caress Young Yami's cheek. Young Yami smiled and nuzzled Young Bakura on the neck.
The two spirits appeared in a washroom, where one lone figure stood. The room was lit by scented candles and the slight silhouette of a Bakura looking almost identical to the spirit Bakura could be identified. He held a silver knife in his hand shakily.
"He doesn't love me anymore. Then there's no point in living." He lifted the blade until it was just above his wrist and dug it in. Spirit Bakura paled. Yami wasn't supposed to see this! He quickly tugged on the former Pharaoh's hand and left the memory.
They returned to Yami's bedroom. Bakura flumped onto the bed, letting sobs rack his body. I didn't need to see that again…just LOOKING at the cut is already painful enough, but I just…Oh, now Yami knows! I was hoping he wouldn't ever find out, but now…
Yami sat down next to Bakura. "Are you all right?"
"Yes…no…I mean, yeah…no…I'm not…" He was getting himself confused. He fell into Yami's arms and sighed. Yami gently put his hand on top of the tomb robber's without knowing.
"What was that memory about?" Yami's face looked concerned and troubled. Bakura closed his eyes.
"…I…don't…ohh…"
"You don't want to tell me?"
Bakura heaved another sigh. "No, I have to tell you. If we're going to really love each other, you have the right to know." He buried his head in Yami's chest.
"A guard caught us…ahem…and you were horrified. You told me that you didn't love me anymore…that you never loved me. I…I suppose I took drastic measures and tried to…well, you can figure out the rest. Of course, I realized what I was doing and stopped the blade, but I still carry the scar."
With that, Bakura raised his arm and showed the Pharaoh the red streak on his wrist. Yami frowned.
"…I don't see anything."
WHAT? Bakura looked at his hand…and it was true.
There was nothing.
Nothing.
Not a single scar.
No dried blood.
It was gone.
"The…how…it was just…there…but…oh, Ra…" Bakura stuttered. Yami silenced him with a peck on the lips. Bakura's eyes snapped up and looked into Yami's gorgeous crimson eyes. "Mine." he whispered. Yami smiled softly at him, admiring his new love's lovely soft chocolate eyes.
Bakura sat up and wrapped his arms around Yami's waist, gently pressing his lips to the pharaoh's. Yami looked up at the thief and put his arms around Bakura while softly kissing him back. Bakura slipped his tongue in slowly, unaware that Yami gave instant entrance.
They stayed like that for what seemed like forever.
The door suddenly burst open, revealing the three hikaris. Ryou was smiling innocently and Malik was smirking widely, with his arms around Ryou's waist.
Yugi, on the other hand, seemed anything but happy. His face was a white sheet of shock. He made a few incoherent sounds and wiped his eyes to check if he was seeing correctly.
He was.
The short freshman let out an ear-piercing scream that shook the house and his feet carried him out the door and into his room, where he slammed the door.
Yami and Bakura barely noticed. In fact, they were unaware of the others in the room. Ryou motioned Malik to leave. They did, closing the door quietly.
Finally, the two lovers let go of each other.
Yami embraced Bakura and Bakura hugged him back.
"I'm not worthy of you, but I swear, by the will of Ra, that I will love you forever, Yami."
Yami practically melted there. "And I also swear to love you…always, Bakura."
This is a dream come true. Yami just promised me his love. "We should go." Bakura said. Yami nodded in agreement.
And with that, they walked together, hand-in-hand, back to the party.
Without knowing it, both spirits had just broken their previous promises.
Yami, who had sworn not to love anyone ever again, had now promised his love to Bakura.
Bakura had promised to himself to not fall in love with Yami again. But now he did, again.
Therefore, the promises did collide and Fate did intervene.
A/n: That was just…really weird. Oh, well. That's okay. I hope that you like!
Me: [tries to ignore the inappropriate sounds coming from the bedroom] O_O I thought that he was just in this for the money? +_+
Well, it's not the end yet. One more chapter. But there's a sequel!