YA: Sorry I was so late. Things have been coming up one by one and I haven't had time for myself these last couple of times. And thank all of you for those reviews! I swear, I never gotten that many reviews for the first chapter before! Keep them coming!!! Anyway…*hands Ryou an envelope*
Ryou: And this story shall be…*opens envelope* Oh…no…
YA: What is it?
Ryou: Ya—ya—yaoi! *faints*
YA: Get up, boy! That's what they want, that's what they'll get. But just a warning to some of those who didn't want Yaoi, it won't happen until a little later on. For the most part, they'll be good friends.
Ryou: Really good friends?
YA: Yeah, and eventually you'll get closer.
Ryou: *faints*
YA: Okay folks before we go on, a small warning. There's a girl named Anaku that I'm sticking in here but SHE'S NOT IMPORTANT!! AGAIN SHE'S NOT IMPORTANT!! She's only there to flare up Bakura's jealousy and then she'll be gone. He might even kill her himself. She's NOT interested in Ryou and he's NOT interested in her.
"La la la…"= Bakura's personal thoughts. Okay, Onward!
*~*~*~*~ New Attitude~*~*~*~*~
Professor paced back and forth in front of the identical boys sitting patiently on the couch. All the while, he would glance at them and mutter something under his breath, perhaps a hypothesis of where Bakura came from. He taps a finger on his chin as if he was exploring another dig of his.
'The similarities are amazing but I can definitely spot some differences. For example, as I look at Bakura more carefully his features are much more mature than Ryou's. His eyes are more angular and his hair is unkept, but what marks me so is his skin is much darker. I'm assuming he has come from somewhere hot and my guess would be Egypt because of that artifact around his neck. I must ask him.' Clearing his throat, Professor peered at Bakura and eyed him carefully drawing up questions from his mind.
"Bakura, do you know where you come from?" Bakura shook his head and then looked down at his ring. "Do you have any idea how you got here." Again, Bakura shook his head. Without his knowing, Ryou pointed to Bakura's head where he was hit and Professor nodded slowly.
'Yes the blow to his head could have caused these lack of memories.' He continued to mumble more hypotheses while walking to the kitchen to get a snack. Bakura sighed loudly from boredom, startling Ryou who was off in a daze.
"How long do we have to sit here!?" Bakura asked.
"Not for long." Professor said from the kitchen. "I was about to fix breakfast but the 'fridge is empty. Looks like we're going to have to go shopping!" Ryou blew a white bang from his forehead. To top of the boring Saturday with a wasted morning of unanswered questions, they now have to go shopping as well.
"Yay. Shopping." He said unenthusiastically.
"Shopping?" Bakura asked. "As in a marketplace?" Ryou nodded. "Excellent." Bakura purred.
"Oh and Ryou, while we're there, you might want to go next door and get Bakura some new clothes." Ryou stood up hesitently and glared at his father.
"He can wear my clothes dad!"
"He may not want to wear your clothes." Professor answered.
"What's wrong with my clothes?"
"Nothing, he may not want to wear your style of clothing."
"What wrong with my style!?!" Now Bakura stood up, exasperation written well all over his face.
"Please, stop this irrational bickering!!" he shouted as he turned to Ryou. Ryou backed away startled at Bakura's sudden outburst, a nervous smile crawling in his face. "And you! You need to honor your father!" Professor walked passed Ryou in a teasing manner and placed a hand on Bakura's shoulder.
"I'm begining to like him already!" he said through his grin. Irritated, Ryou pushed passed the both of them and stomped out the door angrily.
"Bugger me!" he shouted on the way to the car. (a/n: Okay, I'm not British and neither is my friend whom I stole this quote from but she says it all the time. It sounds funny and something that Ryou would holler out in frustration.)Bakura chuckled lightly to himself and closed his eyes.
He gets angry so quickly and over nothing serious. But his expressions intrigue me, I'm happy to know that I'll be spending more time with him.
Bakura opened to door to follow Ryou when Professor cleared his throat, interrupting him and stopping him from pursuing the boy.
"Yes?" Bakura asked.
"You're not going out there like that, Bakura." Professor said pointing to the clothes Bakura was wearing. It furthers his thesis of Bakura being from somewhere hot, because all he wore was a loose white shirt, loose brown pants and sandals. "It's too cold to be going out in that." Bakura lifted an eyebrow as if confused and Professor pointed to the couch. "Stay there. I'll let you wear some of Ryou's winter wear." With a shrug, Bakura sat back on the couch and looked at what he was wearing.
What's wrong with what I have on now? They are the ones who are overdressed.
"Try these on." Bakura stood as Professor placed one of Ryou's sweaters on him. It took a while for Bakura to find the opening for his head to go through but eventually he was able to fit the warm sweater. His eyes twitched at the bright colors and he frowned from the bizarre design. Another layer was placed on him, followed by a large coat, wool socks and boots. Professor stood back and looked at Bakura satisfyingly. "That's better! You look as cute as Ryou!" he laughed.
"I fail to see the humor." Bakura said dryly. Another chuckle came from Professor as he gestured Bakura to follow him to the car.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The marketplace seemed to be more than Bakura had expected. It was nothing from what he imagined or was used to. What he expected to see was a long road with tents and stands as stores. Instead, a large piece of land where other cars rested was there along with other buildings.
"I thought you said we were going to a marketplace." Bakura said, pressing his nose against the windows creating steam. Ryou pulled the curious one away from the window and wiped it clean.
"This is a "marketplace." But we call it a grocery or market for short." Bakura continued to be in a state of bewilderment, completely awed by his surroundings. Ryou waved a hand in his face to bring him back to reality. "Where on Earth did you come from?" It wasn't the hand that brought Bakura back to attention but it was Ryou's question…and it angered him.
"I told your father I don't know!" he winced as he felt a sting of pain in his head. Ryou back away startled, bumping into his father who seemed still cheerful as always.
"Ryou, don't bother Bakura with questions of his whereabouts." Placing a hand on his shoulder he pointed to the clothing store. "I'm giving you $50, take Bakura to the store and buy whatever he likes. Meet me back in the store when you finish." Ryou hesitantly took the money that was given to him and sighed.
'I still don't know what's wrong with my clothes.' He thought. "Bakura come with me." Bakura blinked after looking at a neon sign and followed Ryou into the clothing store. All of its colors amazed Bakura to the fullest, reminding him of the softest silk and satin clothes that were imported especially from China wherever he came from. The store clerk greeted them with a friendly smile.
"May I help you?" he asked. Ryou nudged Bakura softly to bring him back to attention.
"What are you looking for, Bakura?" Ryou asked. Bakura's eyes floated across the walls that were decorated with matching outfits. His eyes landed on the black leather in a specific row.
"Ah, are you interested in the black leather?" the clerk asked. Bakura wrinkled his nose in disgust and scowled. (a/n: Sorry Yami fans, I love black leather but it's already taken by Yami!)
"No, it doesn't interest me at all." He growled. He continued to run his hands over the materials until one kind felt just right to the touch. It was hard but smooth, and its pattern seemed to catch Bakura's eyes. It's worn by everyone but he had no idea it came in different colors. The fur added to it was a must have for Bakura. "I like this one." He said to the clerk. The clerk gave him a smile and nodded.
"Yes! I see it! Denim and Fur is a perfect combo for you." Ryou's jaw dropped when the price tag flashed in his eyes. His jaw dropped even more when Bakura gathered more denim outfits that were in different colors in his arms.
"Bakura!" Ryou said in a hushed tone. "Put some of those back! Dad only gave me a little money and I'll have to put in some of mine to pay what you have!" Bakura paused to think and then grinned maliciously.
"I'll try these on, if you don't mind." He said escaping to the fitting rooms. Ryou tilted his head and scoffed. He reached in his pocket to count how much money he had and to add his father's money as well.
"You better be glad you're out of town and that my father has taken a liking to you." He muttered.
I'm feeling good from my head to my shoes
Know where I'm goin' and I know what to do
I tidied up my point of view
I got a new attitude
Bakura removed the curtain and model one of the denim outfits he chose to his liking. Slim red denim jeans, black velvet muscle shirt and a small red denim coat with brown fur cuffs. Ryou's jaw dropped. No longer was the cost in his mind but now how good Bakura actually looked to him.
"I have good taste, yes?" Bakura spoke while grinning. Ryou nodded and gestured him to try on more outfits.
Runnin' hot, runnin' cold
I was runnin' into overload
It was extreme, ex-ex-ex-ex-ex-extreme
It took it so high, so low
So low, there was nowhere to go
Like a dream
Somehow the wires uncrossed, the tables were turned
Never knew I had such a lesson to learn
One outfit after another Bakura continued to awe both Ryou and the Clerk with his good looks and his shameless attitude that followed along with it. It wasn't long until he went through all of his outfits and was ready to own them. Ryou happily placed the clothes on the counter and the clerk ringed them up just as happy.
"My, what a lovely customer we have today. This is the most business I had in weeks." The bell rung and the clerk turned the screen so Ryou could view the price. Ryou's eyes bulged; his knees became weak from under him.
"$259.98!" The clerk trilled.
"I can't afford that!" Ryou cried. "Bakura! Take some back now! NOW!" Bakura said nothing but lifted an eyebrow.
"No." he responded. Ryou sighed frustratingly and pointed to the racks. Bakura shook his head refusing to turn over his "new attitude." The clerked looked back and forth bewildered as the "twins" in front of him continued to bicker amongst themselves for what seemed like the longest. Finally, Bakura broke the noise pollution. "Trust me Ryou, we can afford this." Ryou laughed whole heartily at Bakura's sudden humor. Bakura shot a glare to the back room and narrowed his eyes in a concentrating manner. Without warning, noise was heard and things were broken. The clerk panicked, running to tend to the mess and Ryou followed to help him. A chuckle escaped the lips of Bakura as he waited for Ryou and the clerk to return.
"What happened." He asked Ryou when they returned.
"Something collapsed in the back room. But Dan (the clerk) said that he would have someone clean it up." A smile of Ryou's was then replaced by a look of worry as he contemplated the price again. "Now Bakura, you have to return some of those clothes. I told you, I can't afford—"Bakura handed Ryou a large amount of money before he could finish. Ryou's tawny eyes grew wide with amazement and confusion. "Where did this come from?" he asked.
"Never mind that, it's more than enough. Now pay up!" Ryou shrugged and gave the clerk the money. The clothes were bagged and ready to be taken. On the way out, Ryou questioned Bakura about the appearance of the money. Bakura panicked inside, hoping Ryou didn't realize exactly what happened.
"You were holding out on me weren't you?" Ryou asked. Bakura's sudden panic begins to fade…Ryou was still totally oblivious to what happened in the store.
"I guess I was. But I wasn't sure if I wanted to spend what little I had." Both boys laughed as they greeted Professor inside of the store.
Heh, heh. He has no clue but I didn't actually steal the money. For we gave it back. It was only temporary boworrowing. Something that I never do.
I'm feelin' good from my head to my shoes
Know where I'm goin' and I know what to do
I tidied up my point of view
I got a new attitude
I'm in control, my worries are few
'Cause I've got love like I never knew
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I got a new attitude (a/n: the song is actually much longer but I
didn't want to fill this fic with this song. I just thought it fit ^^;;)
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Returning home, Professor motioned for Ryou and Bakura to take the food inside.
"I'm going to start on dinner (a/n: oops, is it dinner already?) and it'll help me if you bring the rest in."
"Okay, dad!" Ryou said, this time with a little more enthusiasm. Bakura shrugged and followed Ryou with whatever he was doing. Occasionally, he would laugh when Ryou had a hard time lifting some of the bags. Bakura stood behind Ryou and offered to help but Ryou shooed him away.
"I can do this!" he grunted. Bakura snickered and lifted up the bags Ryou had the most trouble with much ease.
"Weakling." He laughed.
"I am not weak!" Ryou shouted trying to pick up another heavy bag. It embarrassed him for Bakura to have successfully carry both bags and then come out to help him with this final one.
"Such a weakling!" Bakura teased again.
"Shut up!" With a final laugh of triumph, Bakura disappeared in the house. Ryou brushed a white bang away from his face and followed until someone called from behind.
"Ryou!" Ryou turned to see a girl his age coming down the side walk with a blue binder in her hand. Her ebony hair was tied up in a ponytail with long hair cascading down her face. Beneath the darkness of her black bangs were bright blue eyes that shared a distant relation with Anzu's.
"Hi, Anaku." Ryou greeted. Anaku handed the binder to Ryou.
"I'm in a hurry to be someplace else. I wanted to give you back your binder before I forgot." She blinked as Ryou's eyes wandered over the binder as if it didn't belong to him. "That is yours right?"
"Oh yes! I remember!" he laughed. "You borrowed it for chemistry." Unaware, Ryou's actions and expressions were being carefully viewed by Bakura from upstairs. From nowhere, his anger rose but he remained calm and returned to his normal state when the girl left. Bakura sat on the bed and waited to Ryou. While waiting, he took out the ring that rested on his chest and stared into it.
"Mesmerizing, isn't it?" Bakura looked up startled when Ryou spoke. He causally leaning against the wall and Bakura had no idea how long he was standing there.
"I suppose." Bakura responded. Ryou joined him on the bed and looked at his own ring. "But I'm wondering how we both share such a treasure." Ryou looked up to respond only to be caught in Bakura's gaze again. Try as might, he couldn't help but submit himself to the distant pools of copper that pierced his soul.
"Not to mention sharing looks as well." Ryou said nervously. Bakura smiled and crawled over to Ryou, never taking his gaze away from the boy. He continued crawling slowly until their faces where only inches apart.
Why does he have to be so innocent? It attracts me so and I want to keep him all to myself. He's nothing like any other person I've been around with. His childishness makes me feel something inside that makes me want to have him. A growing fire? No. I want to protect him from ever becoming harder than he isn't. His eyes are a never-ending portal into innocence. It's so hard to look away…I'm so entranced.
"Bakura? What just happened?" Bakura was knocked away from his thoughts. He tried to pull away when he realized how close he was to Ryou but he couldn't move very far. He looked down to see that they were both sharing one ring.
"I was thinking and I didn't see what happened. You tell me what happened." Ryou stammered over most of his words before giving an actual answer.
"Our rings touched and then assimilated into one!" A touch of panic was noted in Ryou's voice but Bakura remained calm. He removed the string that connected him to the ring, letting it fall freely onto Ryou's chest. "But what about your ring, Bakura?" Bakura shrugged.
"It's another question we'll have to ask your father. For now, you can keep it. I had it longer than you." Ryou lifted an unsure eyebrow.
"How do you know that—"
"Boys! Dinner time!" Standing up, Bakura playfully tapped Ryou's nose.
"That will have to be discussed later."
TBC
YA: The boring chapter is finally over!
Ryou: What do you mean, boring chapter?
YA: The actual excitement starts in the next chapter.
Ryou: I was afraid that was going to happen.
YA: It doesn't matter. I can understand if I bored the readers on this one. I'll make it up with the next chapter.
Ryou: Too bad you can't make things better for me. Anyway, please submit a review. Push that cool little button that says "Go!"
YA: Oh yeah and just to let you know, that song I placed in there was "New Attitude" sung by Patti LaBelle. Please don't ask why I put that in there, I just thought it fit with Bakura's new sexy look!
