Warning: Yaoi sceen.
~Chapter 19~
"Kaiba-kun!" Bakura waved happily as he approached his friend, a tan skinned blond at his side. "This is Namu-kun!" he introduced happily. "I met him last year at one of my father's digs. He's staying in Japan for a month while the exhibits's here, isn't it wonderful?" The boy's face was near shining, erasing the tired lines of the past week.
Kaiba scowled at the pretty boy next to Bakura. He grabbed the pale haired boy and pulled him away. "It's time to go home."
Bakura startled slightly. "Eh? Kaiba-kun!" he protested lightly, looking from the boy to the hold on his arm. "Namu-kun and I were going to go to the dinner and then I was going to show him around town...."
"That's nice," Kaiba said, not turning away from the blond. "It's time to go home."
"Demo...!" Bakura protested again, eyes slightly hurt and confused.
The blond shook his head slightly. "You let him get away with that, Bakura?"
The pale haired boy looked over at Namu, eyes unsure.
"You've been away all day for the past half a week. It's time you came home to do more than sleep," Kaiba said, with a frown. "And you," he added to Namu, "Can just go back wherever you came from."
He turned and began pushing Bakura away.
The blond gave a snort, looking vaguely amused.
"Kaiba-kun!" Bakura's voice was vaguely distressed, trying to pull out of the boy's grip. "Kaiba-kun, stop it!"
"I don't trust him," Kaiba said, holding Bakura tightly. "And you," He added with a light shake, "Haven't been spending enough time with us."
"Kaiba-kun..." Bakura said in a small voice. "You're hurting my arm...."
Kaiba loosened his grip but pulled Bakura closer. "You belong with us, not him," he said, frowning into Bakura's eyes.
"I'm allowed to have friends!" Bakura protested, looking hurt. "Kaiba-kun, why are you acting like this?"
"Just throwing us over for some blond. I bet it's not even natural," Kaiba ranted, pushing Bakura ahead of him. "Who ever heard of a blond Egyptian? And the clothes that he's wearing. Yuugi would look better in them without even trying. Is that what you're looking for? Someone who's TRYING to look like a sex god?"
Bakura looked at the taller boy, eyes widening slightly. "Kaiba-kun... You're jealous of Namu-kun!"
"Jealous?" Kaiba asked incredulously. "Jealous of some blond dyed, Egyptian slut? I'm better than he'll ever be. Really, Bakura, I thought you had better taste."
"Namu-kun's just a friend!" Bakura protested. "No one could ever be even close to how you and Yuugi-kun are to me... You don't have to be so angry..." he said softly. "You scare me when you're angry and I don't want to be afraid of you."
Kaiba spun Bakura around and pulled him close, kissing him possessively. "You don't need to fear me. But if he tries to take you from me, he will be made to."
Bakura melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around the taller boy. "Mou, Kaiba-kun," he smiled when the kiss broke. "He's not going to take me from you. He's just a friend and he's only going to be here for a week. I'd like to spend some time with him before he leaves again...." he said, toying with the collar of Kaiba's trenchcoat.
"First you leave us for a week with your father, then you're sleepwalking and worrying us, and now you want to leave us for another week to spend time with some Egyptian tart."
Bakura gave a sigh. "Kaiba-kuuun... I'm not leaving you," he pointed out. "You and Yuugi-kun are busy all the time with your work, why does it bother you so much that I spend some time away? It gets a bit boring just sitting there while you work, especially when Mokuba-kun's busy as well...."
"Then we'll just have to come up with something to keep you busy," Kaiba decided, still holding Bakura tightly. "You won't get away from us that easily."
"I'm not trying to get away, Kaiba-kun," Bakura smiled.
"You could have fooled me," Kaiba scowled. "The amount of time you're going out for your 'walks' and forgetting about time so you don't get back until you're ready to collapse into bed."
Bakura looked down. "Gomen..." he said softly.
"So you're going to stay with us now," the taller boy said firmly.
"Kaiba-kun..." Bakura fidgeted slightly. "There's sometimes I just need to get out... Maybe it's because I'm not used to living with others," he said softly. "It doesn't mean I want to get away from you or Yuugi-kun!" He added quickly, looking up again. "I just need time to be alone else..." he hesitated a moment.
Kaiba scowled. "It's a big house. You can be alone inside where we can find you."
Bakura shook his head. "It's not the same..." he said softly.
"So you can be alone with this Egyptian slut but not in the same house as the people who love you?" Kaiba demanded.
Bakura's eyes widened. "Kaiba-kun..." he gave a large smile, hugging the taller boy tightly.
Kaiba startled, then returned the hug, holding Bakura possessively. Arms tight around the smaller boy, Kaiba kissed him deeply.
Bakura melted against him, sighing deeply as their lips parted. "Kaiba-kun..." he murmured with a blissful smile.
"Let's go home," Kaiba said, stroking Bakura's cheek.
Bakura gave a nod, still smiling.
The pale haired boy covered his mouth as he laughed. "Kaiba-kuuuuun!" he protested, looking at the small pile of clothing the CEO had handed him.
"What?" Kaiba asked, expression serious.
Bakura held up a shirt with an elaborate 'KC' on the collar and on each of the buttons. "You don't think you're at all going overboard?" he smiled.
"No," Kaiba answered flatly. "If you're going to see that Egyptian hussy he's going to know where you belong and that it's not with him."
"Mou, Kaiba-kun!" Bakura smiled. "Don't you trust me?"
"Of course. I just don't trust him."
Bakura shook his head slightly, still smiling. He paused, picking up another piece of clothing. "Kaiba-kuuuun!" he exclaimed, as he looked at the underwear, face reddening slightly at the KC's along the elastic.
Kaiba smirked.
"You don't truly expect...!"
"He won't see them unless he tries something he shouldn't," Kaiba pointed out.
Bakura's blush deepened. "Mou, Kaiba-kun... I wouldn't let him, you know that..." he near mumbled, utterly embarrassed.
"You wouldn't realize if you were being propositioned until you were being unclothed. This will keep you safer if he tries."
"I think I'd realize before that," Bakura mumbled, face still bright red.
"I don't trust him," Kaiba repeated.
The pale haired boy gave a soft sigh. "I think you worry too much, Kaiba-kun," he smiled slightly. "All right... I'll wear them, but only if you promise you'll stop trying to prove to Namu-kun that you own me. If he sees my father again and tells him...."
"Of course I don't own you. You're just mine."
Bakura gave a small smile. "Which is why you feel the need to advertise your claim with my clothing," he said with humor. "There's not much of a difference between the two, Kaiba-kun..."
"Of course there is," Kaiba scoffed. "If you belonged to me I could write you off as a tax rebate. Since you're not, I have to take more extreme measures to protect you."
"Kaiba-kuuun!" Bakura laughed. "Dressing me up to be covered in your logos and keeping me from seeing a friend is hardly protecting me...."
Kaiba leaned down and put a hand under Bakura's chin, raising the boy's face. "The Kaiba Corporation logo is well known. Someone seeing it knows that I will back any retaliation. It protects you."
Bakura gave a small smile. "I think more the fact that I'm living in your house speaks of your claim then the logo. Anyone could wear the logo and I doubt Namu-kun even knows it, unless Kaiba Corporation has a branch in Egypt."
"You doubt me?" Kaiba asked with a small smile, leaning down and kissing Bakura's lips gently.
Bakura's eyes fluttered closed briefly and he smiled up at the taller boy. "I just sometimes think you believe think your reach is farther then it truly is," he said softly.
"No," Kaiba said with a serious expression, holding Bakura's face in his hands. "I reach just far enough to get what I want."
The pale haired boy smiled softly.
"You're late," Kaiba said, without looking up from his laptop. "Go up to my room and I'll be there to punish you after I've shut down."
Bakura looked started. "Ka--Kaiba-kun...?" he asked, voice slightly worried.
"I said I'd be up soon," Kaiba said, glancing up briefly. "You don't need to wait for me."
Nervously, the pale haired boy left the room, heading up the stairs. "Punish...?" he repeated softly, worry increasing. True, he had returned much later then he had intended, but surely Kaiba wouldn't....
He looked at the door to Kaiba's room a long moment before opening it and entering, eyes looking at the floor as he awaited Kaiba's arrive.
It wasn't a long wait. Kaiba locked the door behind him and moved close to Bakura, tipping the boy's head back to look in his eyes. "Now, what should I do for making me wait?" He thought a moment. "Ah yes."
He pinned Bakura down to the bed, kissing him breathless.
Bakura gasped for breath as the kiss broke, then gave a small, slightly shaky smile. "Mou, Kaiba-kun!" he laughed. "You scared me!"
"You think I'm done with you already?" Kaiba asked with an arched brow.
Bakura's eyes widened slightly, filling with slight worry once more. "Kaiba-kun....?"
Without letting him up, Kaiba began undressing Bakura, pressing searing kisses to his bared flesh.
Bakura gasped, lips parting as his back arched, eyes fluttering closed.
"Let this teach you to be late," Kaiba whispered against Bakura's skin, nuzzling low on his stomach.
Bakura gave a soft moan, reaching out to touch the taller boy.
"Did I say you could touch?" Kaiba asked, rising so that he hovered over Bakura without touching him.
The pale haired boy looked up through half lidded eyes, near whimpering at the sudden lack of contact.
With a smirk, Kaiba traced a finger lightly down Bakura's side.
The boy arched slightly, making a soft sound, eyes closing once more.
"Now don't you wish you'd come home earlier?" Kaiba asked softly, letting his touch wander lower. "Then we wouldn't have to go to bed soon because of school tomorrow."
Bakura looked up at the boy in near horror. "Kaiba-kun! You wouldn't...?!" he exclaimed before his breath caught again.
Stroking Bakura delicately, Kaiba smirked down at him. "What do you think?"
The boy gasped, breath coming quickly. He gave a soft whimper, hands tensing around the bedsheets.
Quickly disrobing, Kaiba knelt on the bed and pulled Bakura to straddle his lap.
Bakura looked up at him with a slightly relieved smile. "Kaiba-kun..." he breathed, voice loving.
Holding him possessively close and kissing him passionately, Kaiba entered Bakura. Breathing ragged, he set an almost rough rhythm, biting Bakura's neck.
Bakura cried out, clinging to Kaiba tightly, whimpering and gasping as the taller boy moved inside him.
Before long, Kaiba climaxed, pulling Bakura down against him as tight as he could. He licked at the dark bruise he'd created, blowing lightly on the damp area.
With a sharp cry, Bakura climaxed as well, going completely limp against the brown haired boy, murmuring his name.
"And now," Kaiba whispered in his ear, "It is time for bed."
The boy gave a weak nod.
After fetching a washcloth from the bathroom and cleaning them both off, Kaiba straightened Bakura so that he could sleep more comfortably and climbed into bed behind him, one arm curved possessively and protectively around the smaller boy's waist.
Bakura looked down at his watch and gave a startled exclamation. When had it gotten so late? "Gomen ne, Namu-kun! I have to get home," he apologized.
The blond shook his head sadly. "That guy gave you a curfew? How can you let him treat you like that?"
"Mou, Namu-kun, it's not like that!" Bakura protested.
"It isn't? That's why he makes you dress like that whenever you go out?" the blond pointed to the KC logo on Bakura's collar.
"It's just how he is," the pale haired boy defended.
"Possessive, jealous and controlling?"
"Namu-kun!"
The blond took a step closer, tracing the logo he had pointed out. "You deserve better then that, Bakura...." he said softly.
Bakura's eyes widened a moment before going narrow. "Knock it off, Malik..." he said darkly, pushing the offending hand away.
The blond chuckled. "It's a perfectly fine plan for getting your host away from that ass."
The pale haired boy crossed his arms. "I won't have you touching my host like that. Bad enough I have to put up with it from that possessive rich boy," he scowled.
"You wouldn't have to if you'd let me get between them," Malik pointed out with a smirk. "Though I will miss seeing you walk funny in the morning."
Bakura scowled darkly a moment before his expression turned blank. "Namu-kun...?" he asked, voice confused.
The blond shook his head. "Go back to your master then, Bakura," he said dismissively. "But if you ever want to get away from him, you know where I'll be."
The pale haired boy looked at the other boy a long moment before turning and heading home.
Kaiba met him at the door. "You've never been this forgetful before," he said, taking Bakura's face in his hands. "What's wrong?"
The small boy didn't meet his eyes. "Go-gomen nasai..." he said softly. "I tried, Kaiba-kun, I really did!" he insisted. "I don't know how it got to be so late!"
"You're staying home tomorrow," Kaiba said, raising Bakura's face so he could look in the other boy's eyes. "I will find out what is doing this to you."
"De-demo..." Bakura protested softly, eyes sad. "What about your work...?"
"You are more important," Kaiba said strongly.
Bakura's eyes went wide. "Kaiba-kun..." he said softly before giving a smile and hugging the taller boy.
~Chapter 19~
"Kaiba-kun!" Bakura waved happily as he approached his friend, a tan skinned blond at his side. "This is Namu-kun!" he introduced happily. "I met him last year at one of my father's digs. He's staying in Japan for a month while the exhibits's here, isn't it wonderful?" The boy's face was near shining, erasing the tired lines of the past week.
Kaiba scowled at the pretty boy next to Bakura. He grabbed the pale haired boy and pulled him away. "It's time to go home."
Bakura startled slightly. "Eh? Kaiba-kun!" he protested lightly, looking from the boy to the hold on his arm. "Namu-kun and I were going to go to the dinner and then I was going to show him around town...."
"That's nice," Kaiba said, not turning away from the blond. "It's time to go home."
"Demo...!" Bakura protested again, eyes slightly hurt and confused.
The blond shook his head slightly. "You let him get away with that, Bakura?"
The pale haired boy looked over at Namu, eyes unsure.
"You've been away all day for the past half a week. It's time you came home to do more than sleep," Kaiba said, with a frown. "And you," he added to Namu, "Can just go back wherever you came from."
He turned and began pushing Bakura away.
The blond gave a snort, looking vaguely amused.
"Kaiba-kun!" Bakura's voice was vaguely distressed, trying to pull out of the boy's grip. "Kaiba-kun, stop it!"
"I don't trust him," Kaiba said, holding Bakura tightly. "And you," He added with a light shake, "Haven't been spending enough time with us."
"Kaiba-kun..." Bakura said in a small voice. "You're hurting my arm...."
Kaiba loosened his grip but pulled Bakura closer. "You belong with us, not him," he said, frowning into Bakura's eyes.
"I'm allowed to have friends!" Bakura protested, looking hurt. "Kaiba-kun, why are you acting like this?"
"Just throwing us over for some blond. I bet it's not even natural," Kaiba ranted, pushing Bakura ahead of him. "Who ever heard of a blond Egyptian? And the clothes that he's wearing. Yuugi would look better in them without even trying. Is that what you're looking for? Someone who's TRYING to look like a sex god?"
Bakura looked at the taller boy, eyes widening slightly. "Kaiba-kun... You're jealous of Namu-kun!"
"Jealous?" Kaiba asked incredulously. "Jealous of some blond dyed, Egyptian slut? I'm better than he'll ever be. Really, Bakura, I thought you had better taste."
"Namu-kun's just a friend!" Bakura protested. "No one could ever be even close to how you and Yuugi-kun are to me... You don't have to be so angry..." he said softly. "You scare me when you're angry and I don't want to be afraid of you."
Kaiba spun Bakura around and pulled him close, kissing him possessively. "You don't need to fear me. But if he tries to take you from me, he will be made to."
Bakura melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around the taller boy. "Mou, Kaiba-kun," he smiled when the kiss broke. "He's not going to take me from you. He's just a friend and he's only going to be here for a week. I'd like to spend some time with him before he leaves again...." he said, toying with the collar of Kaiba's trenchcoat.
"First you leave us for a week with your father, then you're sleepwalking and worrying us, and now you want to leave us for another week to spend time with some Egyptian tart."
Bakura gave a sigh. "Kaiba-kuuun... I'm not leaving you," he pointed out. "You and Yuugi-kun are busy all the time with your work, why does it bother you so much that I spend some time away? It gets a bit boring just sitting there while you work, especially when Mokuba-kun's busy as well...."
"Then we'll just have to come up with something to keep you busy," Kaiba decided, still holding Bakura tightly. "You won't get away from us that easily."
"I'm not trying to get away, Kaiba-kun," Bakura smiled.
"You could have fooled me," Kaiba scowled. "The amount of time you're going out for your 'walks' and forgetting about time so you don't get back until you're ready to collapse into bed."
Bakura looked down. "Gomen..." he said softly.
"So you're going to stay with us now," the taller boy said firmly.
"Kaiba-kun..." Bakura fidgeted slightly. "There's sometimes I just need to get out... Maybe it's because I'm not used to living with others," he said softly. "It doesn't mean I want to get away from you or Yuugi-kun!" He added quickly, looking up again. "I just need time to be alone else..." he hesitated a moment.
Kaiba scowled. "It's a big house. You can be alone inside where we can find you."
Bakura shook his head. "It's not the same..." he said softly.
"So you can be alone with this Egyptian slut but not in the same house as the people who love you?" Kaiba demanded.
Bakura's eyes widened. "Kaiba-kun..." he gave a large smile, hugging the taller boy tightly.
Kaiba startled, then returned the hug, holding Bakura possessively. Arms tight around the smaller boy, Kaiba kissed him deeply.
Bakura melted against him, sighing deeply as their lips parted. "Kaiba-kun..." he murmured with a blissful smile.
"Let's go home," Kaiba said, stroking Bakura's cheek.
Bakura gave a nod, still smiling.
The pale haired boy covered his mouth as he laughed. "Kaiba-kuuuuun!" he protested, looking at the small pile of clothing the CEO had handed him.
"What?" Kaiba asked, expression serious.
Bakura held up a shirt with an elaborate 'KC' on the collar and on each of the buttons. "You don't think you're at all going overboard?" he smiled.
"No," Kaiba answered flatly. "If you're going to see that Egyptian hussy he's going to know where you belong and that it's not with him."
"Mou, Kaiba-kun!" Bakura smiled. "Don't you trust me?"
"Of course. I just don't trust him."
Bakura shook his head slightly, still smiling. He paused, picking up another piece of clothing. "Kaiba-kuuuun!" he exclaimed, as he looked at the underwear, face reddening slightly at the KC's along the elastic.
Kaiba smirked.
"You don't truly expect...!"
"He won't see them unless he tries something he shouldn't," Kaiba pointed out.
Bakura's blush deepened. "Mou, Kaiba-kun... I wouldn't let him, you know that..." he near mumbled, utterly embarrassed.
"You wouldn't realize if you were being propositioned until you were being unclothed. This will keep you safer if he tries."
"I think I'd realize before that," Bakura mumbled, face still bright red.
"I don't trust him," Kaiba repeated.
The pale haired boy gave a soft sigh. "I think you worry too much, Kaiba-kun," he smiled slightly. "All right... I'll wear them, but only if you promise you'll stop trying to prove to Namu-kun that you own me. If he sees my father again and tells him...."
"Of course I don't own you. You're just mine."
Bakura gave a small smile. "Which is why you feel the need to advertise your claim with my clothing," he said with humor. "There's not much of a difference between the two, Kaiba-kun..."
"Of course there is," Kaiba scoffed. "If you belonged to me I could write you off as a tax rebate. Since you're not, I have to take more extreme measures to protect you."
"Kaiba-kuuun!" Bakura laughed. "Dressing me up to be covered in your logos and keeping me from seeing a friend is hardly protecting me...."
Kaiba leaned down and put a hand under Bakura's chin, raising the boy's face. "The Kaiba Corporation logo is well known. Someone seeing it knows that I will back any retaliation. It protects you."
Bakura gave a small smile. "I think more the fact that I'm living in your house speaks of your claim then the logo. Anyone could wear the logo and I doubt Namu-kun even knows it, unless Kaiba Corporation has a branch in Egypt."
"You doubt me?" Kaiba asked with a small smile, leaning down and kissing Bakura's lips gently.
Bakura's eyes fluttered closed briefly and he smiled up at the taller boy. "I just sometimes think you believe think your reach is farther then it truly is," he said softly.
"No," Kaiba said with a serious expression, holding Bakura's face in his hands. "I reach just far enough to get what I want."
The pale haired boy smiled softly.
"You're late," Kaiba said, without looking up from his laptop. "Go up to my room and I'll be there to punish you after I've shut down."
Bakura looked started. "Ka--Kaiba-kun...?" he asked, voice slightly worried.
"I said I'd be up soon," Kaiba said, glancing up briefly. "You don't need to wait for me."
Nervously, the pale haired boy left the room, heading up the stairs. "Punish...?" he repeated softly, worry increasing. True, he had returned much later then he had intended, but surely Kaiba wouldn't....
He looked at the door to Kaiba's room a long moment before opening it and entering, eyes looking at the floor as he awaited Kaiba's arrive.
It wasn't a long wait. Kaiba locked the door behind him and moved close to Bakura, tipping the boy's head back to look in his eyes. "Now, what should I do for making me wait?" He thought a moment. "Ah yes."
He pinned Bakura down to the bed, kissing him breathless.
Bakura gasped for breath as the kiss broke, then gave a small, slightly shaky smile. "Mou, Kaiba-kun!" he laughed. "You scared me!"
"You think I'm done with you already?" Kaiba asked with an arched brow.
Bakura's eyes widened slightly, filling with slight worry once more. "Kaiba-kun....?"
Without letting him up, Kaiba began undressing Bakura, pressing searing kisses to his bared flesh.
Bakura gasped, lips parting as his back arched, eyes fluttering closed.
"Let this teach you to be late," Kaiba whispered against Bakura's skin, nuzzling low on his stomach.
Bakura gave a soft moan, reaching out to touch the taller boy.
"Did I say you could touch?" Kaiba asked, rising so that he hovered over Bakura without touching him.
The pale haired boy looked up through half lidded eyes, near whimpering at the sudden lack of contact.
With a smirk, Kaiba traced a finger lightly down Bakura's side.
The boy arched slightly, making a soft sound, eyes closing once more.
"Now don't you wish you'd come home earlier?" Kaiba asked softly, letting his touch wander lower. "Then we wouldn't have to go to bed soon because of school tomorrow."
Bakura looked up at the boy in near horror. "Kaiba-kun! You wouldn't...?!" he exclaimed before his breath caught again.
Stroking Bakura delicately, Kaiba smirked down at him. "What do you think?"
The boy gasped, breath coming quickly. He gave a soft whimper, hands tensing around the bedsheets.
Quickly disrobing, Kaiba knelt on the bed and pulled Bakura to straddle his lap.
Bakura looked up at him with a slightly relieved smile. "Kaiba-kun..." he breathed, voice loving.
Holding him possessively close and kissing him passionately, Kaiba entered Bakura. Breathing ragged, he set an almost rough rhythm, biting Bakura's neck.
Bakura cried out, clinging to Kaiba tightly, whimpering and gasping as the taller boy moved inside him.
Before long, Kaiba climaxed, pulling Bakura down against him as tight as he could. He licked at the dark bruise he'd created, blowing lightly on the damp area.
With a sharp cry, Bakura climaxed as well, going completely limp against the brown haired boy, murmuring his name.
"And now," Kaiba whispered in his ear, "It is time for bed."
The boy gave a weak nod.
After fetching a washcloth from the bathroom and cleaning them both off, Kaiba straightened Bakura so that he could sleep more comfortably and climbed into bed behind him, one arm curved possessively and protectively around the smaller boy's waist.
Bakura looked down at his watch and gave a startled exclamation. When had it gotten so late? "Gomen ne, Namu-kun! I have to get home," he apologized.
The blond shook his head sadly. "That guy gave you a curfew? How can you let him treat you like that?"
"Mou, Namu-kun, it's not like that!" Bakura protested.
"It isn't? That's why he makes you dress like that whenever you go out?" the blond pointed to the KC logo on Bakura's collar.
"It's just how he is," the pale haired boy defended.
"Possessive, jealous and controlling?"
"Namu-kun!"
The blond took a step closer, tracing the logo he had pointed out. "You deserve better then that, Bakura...." he said softly.
Bakura's eyes widened a moment before going narrow. "Knock it off, Malik..." he said darkly, pushing the offending hand away.
The blond chuckled. "It's a perfectly fine plan for getting your host away from that ass."
The pale haired boy crossed his arms. "I won't have you touching my host like that. Bad enough I have to put up with it from that possessive rich boy," he scowled.
"You wouldn't have to if you'd let me get between them," Malik pointed out with a smirk. "Though I will miss seeing you walk funny in the morning."
Bakura scowled darkly a moment before his expression turned blank. "Namu-kun...?" he asked, voice confused.
The blond shook his head. "Go back to your master then, Bakura," he said dismissively. "But if you ever want to get away from him, you know where I'll be."
The pale haired boy looked at the other boy a long moment before turning and heading home.
Kaiba met him at the door. "You've never been this forgetful before," he said, taking Bakura's face in his hands. "What's wrong?"
The small boy didn't meet his eyes. "Go-gomen nasai..." he said softly. "I tried, Kaiba-kun, I really did!" he insisted. "I don't know how it got to be so late!"
"You're staying home tomorrow," Kaiba said, raising Bakura's face so he could look in the other boy's eyes. "I will find out what is doing this to you."
"De-demo..." Bakura protested softly, eyes sad. "What about your work...?"
"You are more important," Kaiba said strongly.
Bakura's eyes went wide. "Kaiba-kun..." he said softly before giving a smile and hugging the taller boy.