There was a fluctuation of energy from outside his room, and the sound of stumbling footsteps followed by a dull thud of someone collapsing.
Yuugi sprang to the door, pulling it open. "Bakura-kun!" he exclaimed, hurrying to the boy's side. "What are you doing here?"
The pale haired boy curled up, wings curling as well to try and hide him as he hugged his knees to his chest. "I-- I tried fighting it...." he whimpered, voice cracking. "But it was different then the game, Yuugi-kun, I had to---" He broke off, eyes watering. "Gomen nasai..."
Yuugi scratched his head and looked around. "Want to play a game?" he asked.
Bakura looked up. "How-- how can you-- He-- I-- I'm in your mind, Yuugi-kun!" he exclaimed miserably. "He sent me to control you and I couldn't stop it..."
"But you're not controlling me," Yuugi pointed out, "Or you wouldn't be in here. So we should just go play a game until mou hitori no boku fixes it."
"De--demo...." Bakura trembled.
"You don't want to play a game?" Yuugi asked, biting his lip and looking at Bakura through his bangs. "I have some Playboys too, if you'd rather do that." He added, unconsciously, "But you're so pretty and I'd rather have you looking at me than boobs...."
Bakura's eyes went wide and he gave a small choked noise. "Yuu- Yuugi-kun..." he stammered. 'Pretty..?' his mind echoed. 'Yuugi-kun thinks I'm pretty...?'
Yuugi clapped his hands over his mouth, turning bright red. "Gomen! I-- I'll get the Playboys." He turned and fled into his soul room.
Bakura looked down at his knees, cheeks red and wings curling around him slightly, feeling even more awkward then before.
After a few moments Yuugi came out again with several magazines. "I found some Playgirls too if you're interested in that. I hope you are," he added wistfully. "Then maybe I have a chance."
Bakura went bright red and his wings curled around him even closer. "Does Yuugi-kun even realize he's saying that aloud...?" he wondered to himself, trying to calm his blush. "He's normally not this direct!"
Yuugi blinked. "Eh?" His hands flew to his mouth again, making him drop the magazines. "Gomen! I-- because we're-- You can hear my thoughts!" he said, mortified.
Bakura looked up, horrified. "Gomen nasai!" he exclaimed, scrambling to his feet and moving away. "I-- I need to get--" he trailed off as Yami Yuugi appeared in the hallway, looking highly irritated.
"He refused to duel me!" the former pharaoh fumed, almost sulking. "I challenged him and he just laughed, said he had nothing gain from it, and then disappeared!"
Yuugi focussed on his other self's distress. "It's probably better that way. You might have lost and that would be bad. Does this mean Bakura-kun can go back out?"
The taller boy shook his head. "I can't counter the effect of Change of Heart when it's used like this and even if I could, it could send Bakura to the graveyard or the Ring's yami no jinkaku could send him against someone else. Warui, kedo... gomen yo." He shook his head. "We're back home. I'll be in my room." He boy opened the grey door with the eye symbol on it and disappeared inside it.
Bakura trembled, visibly upset. "You-- You mean I-- I'm trapped in here where I'm invading your mind and your thoughts and--"
"Gomen," Yuugi said apologetically. "I don't really mind...."
"Don't-- don't really mind...?" Bakura repeated, almost sounding confused. "But I'm..." he trailed off, burying his face in his hands "So confused..." he finished silently, shoulders slumping miserably.
"Gomen," Yuugi said again unhappily. He bent to pick up the magazines, holding them against his chest.
"It's not your fault, it's mine..." Bakura said softly, slowly sinking to the ground again. "I shouldn't have called you, I should have realized something like this would have happened." He gave a small bitter laugh. "Something always does..."
"Iie!" Yuugi said strongly, shaking his head. "I'm glad you called! Because it means we're friends and you trust me, right?" He looked at Bakura with wide, hopeful eyes.
Bakura gave a small smile. "Un..." he agreed. "Demo...." His eyes suddenly went wide. "Yuugi-kun! What about everyone else?!" he exclaimed in a mild panic. "He's walking around in my body, what if Jounouchi-kun or the others thinks he's me?!"
Yuugi paused. "I think they'll know it's not really you...."
"But Jounouchi-kun's not very observant," Bakura thought, worriedly before cringing, realizing Yuugi could hear the thought.
"No," Yuugi agreed with a smile. "But when it counts he's always there...."
"Gomen, I'll try harder to keep from thinking aloud..." Bakura said softly, looking down.
"Iie," Yuugi said, shaking his head. "I don't mind. I've always wanted to know what you thought about...." He reddened again. "Gomen...."
"About...?" Bakura asked silently.
"Me," Yuugi admitted, looking down and almost hiding behind the magazines.
"You're my best friend," Bakura said softly, with a slight smile. "The only one I really feel I can tell anything to. You're the most important person to me."
"I guess I can live with that," Yuugi said softly, looking at Bakura with longing eyes.
Bakura blinked, looking at the smaller boy with slight confusion.
"Nandemo," Yuugi assured, followed by, "He's so pretty...."
Bakura blushed, looking down selfconsciously. "Even with...?" he held up a shadowed hand and traced the line that separated the darker and lightly halves of his face.
Yuugi blushed in turn. "Bakura-kun is always pretty," he said determinedly. "And I don't care if you can hear my thoughts," he added, then softer: "Maybe you'll finally know...."
Bakura's blush deepened. "Know...?" he prompted softly.
Yuugi looked down and fidgeted. "Know that I like you...." he said, then hid behind the magazines. "I should put these away if you don't want to look at them!" He hurried back into his soul room.
Bakura looked after the boy, thoughts confused. "I hadn't thought that Yuugi would--" he caught himself from thinking aloud and blushed. The fact that their thoughts were audible was a mixed blessing, he reflected with a sigh. He felt horrible that he was invading Yuugi's privacy, and a bit horrified that his thoughts were being broadcast as well. "Demo... knowing that Yuugi-kun..." Bakura caught himself again with a slight blush. He would have to watch what he thought. "But wouldn't that be unfair to Yuugi-kun?" he pondered. "His thoughts are very open... I--" He grimaced. "Keep thinking aloud," he finished with a sigh.
Yuugi returned to the doorway. "Are you sure you don't want to play a game?" he asked, looking abashed.
Bakura gave a small nod. "Gomen..." he apologized. "I couldn't concentrate..."
"Gomen," Yuugi said. "I don't know what else to do." He looked at Bakura and sighed softly. "But I want to touch your wings...."
Bakura fidgeted slightly, a slight blush on his cheeks, his wings shifting slightly at the mention. "I wish I didn't still have them..." he thought, slightly upset.
Yuugi blushed. "Gomen...."
"Not your fault..." Bakura said softly, lightly picking at the aqua robe. "I just... feel so odd like this..."
"Maybe... since it's inside my head... if you want them to not be there enough they won't be?"
Bakura gave a small nod, closing his eyes in concentration. "Are they gone...?" he asked softly after a long moment.
"No," Yuugi admitted softly.
The pale haired boy gave a sigh, shoulders slumping.
"So how about your clothes? That'll make you feel better, right?"
"Un..." Bakura agreed. "Demo..." he hesitated a moment. "Could-- could you turn around? Just-- just incase something does change but the wrong way...?"
Yuugi blinked, but did as he was bid.
"Aa! It worked!" Bakura exclaimed happily a short while later. He smiled, smoothing down the cream coloured sweater that had replaced the robe of the Change of Heart card.
Yuugi glanced back at him. "Yokatta ne." He reached out, stopping himself short of touching one of the wings again.
Bakura hesitated a moment, looking between Yuugi and the white feather wing. "You-- you can touch it... it you like... just-- be careful...?"
Hesitantly, Yuugi stroked the feathers. Finding them very soft, he buried his face in the wing to hide his dark blush, rubbing his cheek against it.
Bakura gave a small gasp at the touch, trying hard not to flinch. "Yuu-- Yuugi-kun," he stammered, face red.
"Gomen!" Yuugi exclaimed, pulling away.
The pale haired boy near unconsciously curled the wing around him, almost hiding behind it. "I-- I didn't expect them to-- to be sensitive," he stammered slightly, still blushing.
"Gomen," Yuugi repeated, looking down. "It was soft..."
"S--sou....?" Bakura replied softly. "The other probably isn't, they're suppose to be a contrast, right?" he said quickly.
Yuugi raised a hand, then let it fall. "Sou yo...."
There was an awkward silence.
"Aibou," Yami Yuugi called, the door to his room opening. "Your grandfather's calling you, you may want to wake up."
Yuugi glanced at Bakura. "You can go in my soul room. If you want to...." he said before disappearing to the waking world.
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Vocab:
yami no jinkaku: Evil/dark personality
Warui, kedo... : It's bad of me, but...
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Sailor Comet: removed the 'I suck at summeries' line. ^^ I just do though. ^^;;;
Yuugi sprang to the door, pulling it open. "Bakura-kun!" he exclaimed, hurrying to the boy's side. "What are you doing here?"
The pale haired boy curled up, wings curling as well to try and hide him as he hugged his knees to his chest. "I-- I tried fighting it...." he whimpered, voice cracking. "But it was different then the game, Yuugi-kun, I had to---" He broke off, eyes watering. "Gomen nasai..."
Yuugi scratched his head and looked around. "Want to play a game?" he asked.
Bakura looked up. "How-- how can you-- He-- I-- I'm in your mind, Yuugi-kun!" he exclaimed miserably. "He sent me to control you and I couldn't stop it..."
"But you're not controlling me," Yuugi pointed out, "Or you wouldn't be in here. So we should just go play a game until mou hitori no boku fixes it."
"De--demo...." Bakura trembled.
"You don't want to play a game?" Yuugi asked, biting his lip and looking at Bakura through his bangs. "I have some Playboys too, if you'd rather do that." He added, unconsciously, "But you're so pretty and I'd rather have you looking at me than boobs...."
Bakura's eyes went wide and he gave a small choked noise. "Yuu- Yuugi-kun..." he stammered. 'Pretty..?' his mind echoed. 'Yuugi-kun thinks I'm pretty...?'
Yuugi clapped his hands over his mouth, turning bright red. "Gomen! I-- I'll get the Playboys." He turned and fled into his soul room.
Bakura looked down at his knees, cheeks red and wings curling around him slightly, feeling even more awkward then before.
After a few moments Yuugi came out again with several magazines. "I found some Playgirls too if you're interested in that. I hope you are," he added wistfully. "Then maybe I have a chance."
Bakura went bright red and his wings curled around him even closer. "Does Yuugi-kun even realize he's saying that aloud...?" he wondered to himself, trying to calm his blush. "He's normally not this direct!"
Yuugi blinked. "Eh?" His hands flew to his mouth again, making him drop the magazines. "Gomen! I-- because we're-- You can hear my thoughts!" he said, mortified.
Bakura looked up, horrified. "Gomen nasai!" he exclaimed, scrambling to his feet and moving away. "I-- I need to get--" he trailed off as Yami Yuugi appeared in the hallway, looking highly irritated.
"He refused to duel me!" the former pharaoh fumed, almost sulking. "I challenged him and he just laughed, said he had nothing gain from it, and then disappeared!"
Yuugi focussed on his other self's distress. "It's probably better that way. You might have lost and that would be bad. Does this mean Bakura-kun can go back out?"
The taller boy shook his head. "I can't counter the effect of Change of Heart when it's used like this and even if I could, it could send Bakura to the graveyard or the Ring's yami no jinkaku could send him against someone else. Warui, kedo... gomen yo." He shook his head. "We're back home. I'll be in my room." He boy opened the grey door with the eye symbol on it and disappeared inside it.
Bakura trembled, visibly upset. "You-- You mean I-- I'm trapped in here where I'm invading your mind and your thoughts and--"
"Gomen," Yuugi said apologetically. "I don't really mind...."
"Don't-- don't really mind...?" Bakura repeated, almost sounding confused. "But I'm..." he trailed off, burying his face in his hands "So confused..." he finished silently, shoulders slumping miserably.
"Gomen," Yuugi said again unhappily. He bent to pick up the magazines, holding them against his chest.
"It's not your fault, it's mine..." Bakura said softly, slowly sinking to the ground again. "I shouldn't have called you, I should have realized something like this would have happened." He gave a small bitter laugh. "Something always does..."
"Iie!" Yuugi said strongly, shaking his head. "I'm glad you called! Because it means we're friends and you trust me, right?" He looked at Bakura with wide, hopeful eyes.
Bakura gave a small smile. "Un..." he agreed. "Demo...." His eyes suddenly went wide. "Yuugi-kun! What about everyone else?!" he exclaimed in a mild panic. "He's walking around in my body, what if Jounouchi-kun or the others thinks he's me?!"
Yuugi paused. "I think they'll know it's not really you...."
"But Jounouchi-kun's not very observant," Bakura thought, worriedly before cringing, realizing Yuugi could hear the thought.
"No," Yuugi agreed with a smile. "But when it counts he's always there...."
"Gomen, I'll try harder to keep from thinking aloud..." Bakura said softly, looking down.
"Iie," Yuugi said, shaking his head. "I don't mind. I've always wanted to know what you thought about...." He reddened again. "Gomen...."
"About...?" Bakura asked silently.
"Me," Yuugi admitted, looking down and almost hiding behind the magazines.
"You're my best friend," Bakura said softly, with a slight smile. "The only one I really feel I can tell anything to. You're the most important person to me."
"I guess I can live with that," Yuugi said softly, looking at Bakura with longing eyes.
Bakura blinked, looking at the smaller boy with slight confusion.
"Nandemo," Yuugi assured, followed by, "He's so pretty...."
Bakura blushed, looking down selfconsciously. "Even with...?" he held up a shadowed hand and traced the line that separated the darker and lightly halves of his face.
Yuugi blushed in turn. "Bakura-kun is always pretty," he said determinedly. "And I don't care if you can hear my thoughts," he added, then softer: "Maybe you'll finally know...."
Bakura's blush deepened. "Know...?" he prompted softly.
Yuugi looked down and fidgeted. "Know that I like you...." he said, then hid behind the magazines. "I should put these away if you don't want to look at them!" He hurried back into his soul room.
Bakura looked after the boy, thoughts confused. "I hadn't thought that Yuugi would--" he caught himself from thinking aloud and blushed. The fact that their thoughts were audible was a mixed blessing, he reflected with a sigh. He felt horrible that he was invading Yuugi's privacy, and a bit horrified that his thoughts were being broadcast as well. "Demo... knowing that Yuugi-kun..." Bakura caught himself again with a slight blush. He would have to watch what he thought. "But wouldn't that be unfair to Yuugi-kun?" he pondered. "His thoughts are very open... I--" He grimaced. "Keep thinking aloud," he finished with a sigh.
Yuugi returned to the doorway. "Are you sure you don't want to play a game?" he asked, looking abashed.
Bakura gave a small nod. "Gomen..." he apologized. "I couldn't concentrate..."
"Gomen," Yuugi said. "I don't know what else to do." He looked at Bakura and sighed softly. "But I want to touch your wings...."
Bakura fidgeted slightly, a slight blush on his cheeks, his wings shifting slightly at the mention. "I wish I didn't still have them..." he thought, slightly upset.
Yuugi blushed. "Gomen...."
"Not your fault..." Bakura said softly, lightly picking at the aqua robe. "I just... feel so odd like this..."
"Maybe... since it's inside my head... if you want them to not be there enough they won't be?"
Bakura gave a small nod, closing his eyes in concentration. "Are they gone...?" he asked softly after a long moment.
"No," Yuugi admitted softly.
The pale haired boy gave a sigh, shoulders slumping.
"So how about your clothes? That'll make you feel better, right?"
"Un..." Bakura agreed. "Demo..." he hesitated a moment. "Could-- could you turn around? Just-- just incase something does change but the wrong way...?"
Yuugi blinked, but did as he was bid.
"Aa! It worked!" Bakura exclaimed happily a short while later. He smiled, smoothing down the cream coloured sweater that had replaced the robe of the Change of Heart card.
Yuugi glanced back at him. "Yokatta ne." He reached out, stopping himself short of touching one of the wings again.
Bakura hesitated a moment, looking between Yuugi and the white feather wing. "You-- you can touch it... it you like... just-- be careful...?"
Hesitantly, Yuugi stroked the feathers. Finding them very soft, he buried his face in the wing to hide his dark blush, rubbing his cheek against it.
Bakura gave a small gasp at the touch, trying hard not to flinch. "Yuu-- Yuugi-kun," he stammered, face red.
"Gomen!" Yuugi exclaimed, pulling away.
The pale haired boy near unconsciously curled the wing around him, almost hiding behind it. "I-- I didn't expect them to-- to be sensitive," he stammered slightly, still blushing.
"Gomen," Yuugi repeated, looking down. "It was soft..."
"S--sou....?" Bakura replied softly. "The other probably isn't, they're suppose to be a contrast, right?" he said quickly.
Yuugi raised a hand, then let it fall. "Sou yo...."
There was an awkward silence.
"Aibou," Yami Yuugi called, the door to his room opening. "Your grandfather's calling you, you may want to wake up."
Yuugi glanced at Bakura. "You can go in my soul room. If you want to...." he said before disappearing to the waking world.
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Vocab:
yami no jinkaku: Evil/dark personality
Warui, kedo... : It's bad of me, but...
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Sailor Comet: removed the 'I suck at summeries' line. ^^ I just do though. ^^;;;
