Chapter Two

  Oh my gosh! I'm so happy with the reviews!! Not only happy, but extremely happy! ^^;; Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I replied to every one of them at the bottom of the page:: Thankyou!! *glomp* =D And um, Yami Bakura is called 'Bakura' here and Normal Bakura is 'Ryou';; For whoever mentioned it. =) Oh and there will be Yami and Yuugi starting at chapter three! ^^ I've decided they should be in the story as well. As you know, I have written up to chapter 5 on my 'handy dandy notebook'!

Bakura: … isn't that from… Blues Clues?

;_; Yes.

Bakura: *snickers* Heh, I knew you liked those shows.

… And Ryou…

Ryou: *appears in cloud of smoke* *is holding a piece of paper*

Go ahead and read it…

Ryou: *cough* Uh… Celestial doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh! nor Bakura and Ryou, who is kawaii, sweet, cute, innocent, adorable,  angelic, pure, small and—

Keep going….

Ryou: *blush* who wrote this?

*Points to Bakura*

Bakura: *points to Celestial*

Ryou: … And warnings: Yaoi! Read at your own risk.

Ryou: How am I 'small'?

Um… *looks at Bakura*

Bakura: Um… it means you are cuddly and cute.

Ryou: o.O;;

*grins* Next chapter would be your turn to pick on, Baku-chan! D

Bakura: *gulp*

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  Not for the first time, Bakura was in a bad mood. And things happen when he is.

  Ryou sighed when he heard the thundering downstairs. He got up and slowly walked down the stairs.

  A sight filled his eyes.

  The sofas were flipped over, glass were scattered all over the floor. And there, in a corner, stood his yami, Bakura.

  "Bakura, if you like to make a disarray in your own living room, go ahead. But please clean it up yourself."

  Bakura stared at Ryou. He was not in any way pissed at what he did, but instead let him destrop the house. Bakura watched as his hikari weakly try to lift the couch, but couldn't.

  "Weakling," Bakura said, walking away simply in his usual carefree, not-my-business style.

  Ryou tried to control his temper.

  "Why don't you come and help?" He asked nicely.

  "Make me." Bakura said, turning his head towards Ryou. His eyes told him that tears were once again pouring out of the other pair of chocolate eyes.

  "Damnit Ryou! Why do you cry so much!" Bakura yelled.

  Ryou was unable to control neither his tears nor his temper.

  "It's not my fault _you_ make me cry!" Ryou yelled back.

  "That's because you're a weakling!" Bakura yelled even louder. Ryou had never yelled at him before.

  "Then sorry that I'm a weakling, and not like you, the strong and powerful kind!" Ryou yelled, his eyes red with more tears.

  "Shut up, Ryou! I have taught you not to be a weakling! Its you that want to let people beat you up!"

  "No one wants to beat me up! It's only you!"

  "Fine then! SOR-RY! There! You happy now?" Bakura shouted, in between breaths.

  Ryou stared at his yami, and without thinking; opened the door and stomped out into the cold world outside.

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  Bakura fixed the destropyed living room, staring out the window.

  Ryou had been gone for over an hour, and, as little as Bakura like to admit; he was worried about Ryou. The rain had gotton thicker, and Ryou didn't take anything with him when he left.

  Bakura regret yelling at Ryou, as Ryou really hadn't done anything wrong. So, lost in thoughts, Bakura decided to search for him.

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  Ryou was alone, standing on a bridge, soaked and drenched. His thin little T-shirt didn't keep him warm.

  All the time he was thinking about Bakura. But all that did was to bring him into tears. As little as he would like to admit, he loved his yami. Not only as a soul mate, but even more than that.

  Ryou couldn't understand why he loved his mean and stubborn yami, but Ryou understood Bakura had a soft side. And he was going to bring it out.

  He had thought of going home, but facing Bakura could be a living nightmare. He had thought of going to someone's house, but probably no one would like to welcome him.

  He had thought of Bakura coming to find him and bring him home, but he knew his yami was not the gentle and caring type. So all Ryou could do was to stand on this bridge; in the rain, drenched in his own thoughts.

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  Bakura searched the whole town, here and there, but where was Ryou? He had thought of giving up, but the mental image of Ryou standing on the streets, in a wee little T-shirt, soaked from the rain, shivering in the cold… He couldn't leave Ryou alone.

  But is there a way to find him? He could ask someone… "Have you seen a boy with white hair, pale skin, with an abnormal gold ring thing around—" Yes! The abnormal gold ring thing! Ryou always have it worn around his neck. But Bakura had never talked to Ryou through the ring before, since he would never admit having suck a weak pretty-boy as a hikari.

  But he did it anyway.

  //Ryou? Where the hell are you!?//

  Silence.

  //Ryou! Answer me!//

  Silence.

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  Ryou stared at the ring. That was certainly Bakura's voice. He had actually talked to him through the ring? Ryou didn't want to answer him. Maybe Bakura might bring him home and beat him for the rest of the night. Ryou didn't want to take that risk.

  Wait—someone's coming! It was Bakura! Ryou was about to jump on the figure in joy, just to realized there was no such luck. The man was not Bakura. He would never have the will to search for his weak, little, whimpering hikari.

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  Bakura gave up. Maybe Ryou was tired and he went home? Maybe he is at someone's house? He knew he could never find Rypu. Bakura slapped himself. How could he have let Ryou run away? How hell knows where he is. What is Ryou is in danger? What if he got ran over by a car? Bakura slapped himself again at the thought. No, Ryou was safe.

  Then, just as he approached a bridge, he saw a figure like a reflection of himself standing on the side of the bridge. And it looked awfully familiar. Wait—was that Ryou? It was. He's not about to jump off, is he?

  Bakura ran to the figure. It looked up. It was in fact Ryou. Bakura could see him shivering, drenched in rain. Chocolate eyes red from crying, silvery hair wet and stuck to his face; it was Ryou.

  Yet Bakura felt a rush of anger. Ryou brought him into all this trouble. Ryou made him get soaked with rain. And Bakura had hated rain.

  Resisting the urge to slap him, Bakura grabbed Ryou's arm and started pulling him towards their house without another word.

  But Ryou flicked off Bakura's grip.

  Bakura, pissed, tried and grad Ryou's arm again.

  The same result happened.

  "What the hell is wrong with you!?" Bakura shouted.

  Ryou just stared at him. Bakura was awed as h saw the chocolate orbs filled with sadness, melancholy and desire.

  Bakura rethought his actions carefully, feeling sorry for Ryou with every bit of his heart. He slowly reached out and wrapped his arms around Ryou's waist, oulling him close.

  "Aibou, please come home with me," Bakura said softly, so unlike with usual loud and arrogant voice.

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  Ryou's eyes widened. Bakura was—hugging him!? Ryou slowly reached out his own arms and returned the hug.

  "Yami…" Ryou began.

  "Shh, aibou, let's go home. You're freezing," Bakura took off his jacket and wrapped it over Ryou's shoulders as they silently walked home without another word.

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That was long.

Now to reply the reviewers…

Vada via cretino: Heh, no! I think your 'serious' fics are way better than mine! ^^

Lord R: Um… 'Characterization seems to follow the accepted cannon'? ?_?

Harpie138: Heh, I love yaoi fluff too! X)

S. A. Bonasi: =O you know so much about Bakura! I kinda changed it around a bit to make it work.. u know. ^^

Misty Magic: Arigatou for being the first reviewer! *glomp* mostly people don't review when they see no one else reviewing… -.-

And for next chapter: Ryou catches a cold, Ryou faints, First appearance of Yami Yuugi, and MORE fluff! Expect it by Friday! =D