^_^ Thanks for reviewing minna! Now here's the next chapter. It's going to be a long chapter…I'm sorry it took so long, I had written a draft of this copy, but I really disliked it so I rewrote it. Then I got stuck…^^;; But now I'm finally done. Here's the chapter. Hope you like!
Disclaimer: Read the ones on the previous chapters.
Warning: Yaoi…don't like it? Well go away. : p
Couplings: Bakura/Malik, Yami/Bakura, Ryou/Seto, Yuugi/Jou
Only Your Heart Knows Why: Again
Yami walked down the street, heading toward the Kaiba mansion. He was going to be late for the party.
But that fact didn't make him go any faster. He wasn't in too much of a hurry to see Bakura again.
And hopefully, if fate was kind, Bakura wouldn't be there.
Of course, fate had to choose this day to play games with him.
Yami didn't notice the figure walking toward him.
Both were too deep in thoughts to notice the other. That is until they collided and landed on the concrete.
Yami mumbled a few curses as he got up, brushing himself off.
"Sorry about that. I wasn't watching where I was going." Yami said.
The other person was speechless, gaping at him intently.
After several seconds of silence, Yami became annoyed and looked up.
His eyes widen, mirroring the wide chocolate eyes that gazed back at him.
"Bakura?"
"Yami?"
Bakura stared into the haunting crimson eyes.
They gazed at each other in shock.
Bakura quickly composed himself.
"It's good to see you again. It has been a long time hasn't it?" Bakura asked quietly.
"Yes it has, not long enough though." Yami said coldly, after he collected himself.
Bakura recoiled.
"Um…so what brings you here again after so long?"
"Seto's party."
"Oh, right." Bakura said sheepishly.
"I'm going to be late. I'm assuming I'll see you at the party also."
Bakura nodded.
Yami turned to walk away. "Wait…Yami…"
"What?"
"Here." Bakura extended his arm to Yami, something in his hand.
Yami stared at the object, but did not take it. It was a box wrapped in gold foil.
"What is it?" Yami knew well enough what it was. He had seen it three years ago.
"You're gift."
"I don't want it."
Bakura did not withdraw his arm. "It's yours."
"Give it to someone who wants it. Like Malik." Yami said scathingly.
"It was meant for you and only you."
Bakura walked over, took Yami's hand and placed the gift in it.
"Bakura!" Before Yami could hand the gift back, Malik ran up to them.
With a pleading look from Bakura, Yami pocketed the gift.
Malik wrapped an arm around Bakura, not noticing Yami. "What are you doing out here, koi? Shouldn't you be inside?"
"Yeah…I…I met up with an old acquaintance."
"Who?" Malik turned, but Yami was gone.
Bakura shook his head, "No one. Come on, let's go. We'll be late."
"K." Malik was slightly skeptical, but didn't push it.
They both stepped inside the gate, heading toward the house.
Yami walked into the living room, and was greeted enthusiastically.
"Hey, Yami, long time no see!" Jou greeted him with a slap on the back.
"Good to see you, Yami!" Ryou said.
Seto gave him a nod.
Yami smiled slightly. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"
"Yep, about a year since we last visited you, Yami. What have you been up to?"
"Nothing really,"
"Have you found someone special?" Jou teased.
Yami rolled his eyes, "Jounouchi, you're too nosy for your own good."
"Ehehe. That's me."
"Do you, Yami?" Seto prodded.
"Yeah, Yami, is there anyone?" Ryou questioned.
Yami sighed. It wasn't fair, he was being ganged up on. "No. There isn't anyone."
"I'm shocked, Pharaoh. With your looks there is bound to be someone."
Yami flipped around and came face to face with Malik.
"Malik. I'll take that as a compliment, but there isn't anyone." Yami said coolly.
"You're missing out then." Malik smiled, wrapping an arm casually around Bakura's waist.
Yami's face was blank, but he spared a glance at Bakura.
The white hair spirit was staring at the floor.
"Seto, can you direct me to a guestroom?" Yami turned around to look at Seto again.
"Walk up the hall staircase. And the room right in front of the stairs is a guestroom.
"Thank you. Please excuse me, Malik, Bakura. I've had a long trip." Yami slipped past them and up the stairs.
Bakura felt Yami's gaze bore a hole through him. He couldn't look up, he'd break if he met Yami's gaze. Those crimson eyes held so much emotion that they'd drown him.
Malik's arm tightened around him. Bakura shifted slightly, moving as Yami brushed past him, walking toward the stairs.
'Coward. You couldn't even face him.'
'Be quiet! I didn't have to face him so I didn't. Leave me alone.'
'Hah! Chicken. Coward. Scaredy cat!'
'Shut up! What the hell am I even talking to you for? You don't exist! I must be going crazy...'
'And so you must. Go after him, you baka!'
Bakura was torn between going after Yami and staying in the room, listening as Malik talked with everyone else.
In the end, he stayed and listened.
Yami stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.
The next thing he did, was to throw himself on the bed. That invoked a groan as something jabbed into his side.
"What the…?" There was nothing on the bed, but when he laid back down, he continued to feel the jabbing at his side.
He searched his jacket, which he still had on, and came across the box.
He had forgotten about it.
Yami sat up on the bed looking at the box. Now that he had had time to look at it closely, Yami noticed that the gold wrapping was worn, the edges slightly ragged. It looked as if it had been in a pocket for the last three year, which unbeknownst to Yami, it had been.
For a minute, all Yami did was glance at it. Then he slowly unwrapped it, revealing a black velvet case.
Some cleared their throat. Yami's head snapped up.
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End.
Muahahha….cliffhanger…^______^….well tune in for more…
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