Bring Me To Life
Chapter 5: Clothes and Paintings
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Bring me to life.
I've been living a lie
There's nothing inside.
Bring me to life.
~(@Bakura's POV@)~
I was snapped out of my thoughts for the sixth time that day. I looked back at the presentation screen and sighed.
I hate business meetings, but I know they're a necessary evil. I was just glad that I wasn't the one presenting today. If I was the one that was supposed to present to Kaiba, I would have been in a LOT of trouble.
I looked over to the head of the table where Kaiba sat back in his chair, his crystal blue eyes like ice as he watched the presenter. He didn't look even slightly interested. I almost snickered.
After another hour of presenting Kaiba seemed to have had enough as he stood up and looked the man in the eye.
"I don't care if you truly believe in your game or not, sir, but I don't. Your game is not at all like what we're interested in. We deal with games that are highly techniqual and or have something to do with cards. Your game is a board game and is far too reliant on dice. Therefore I will not fund your game. Now if you excuse me," Kaiba nods to me and I stand, following him out of the room.
"Bakura, I want you to keep an eye out on that Devilin kid."
"Devilin kid sir?"
"Yes, the guy that just presented for almost two hours while you doodled on your notepad."
I blushed. "Oh, him. Yes sir."
Seto smirked and watched me out of the corner of his eye. "So who's this Ryou guy?"
I stopped dead in my tracks. "W-who sir?"
That's right Bakura. One more octave and you can pass for a female.
Seto laughed as he turned to me. "Drop the work act 'kura. Who's Ryou? Your new boy toy?"
I think I just turned purple.
"No. He's not my boy toy."
"Lover then."
"No."
He quirked an eyebrow at me. "Boyfriend?"
"No."
"What then 'kura?"
I shrugged. "I don't know yet. We have a date tonight."
"Ah, a date with the infamous Ryou." Seto teased me.
I could have strangled him.
"Yeah, well at least I have a date."
"With your wardrobe, I don't think so."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, tell me how you feel about him."
I was stuck for words. Yeah, Seto's my boss, but we were best friends first. He always asked me this question whenever I met someone. It was like clockwork. Just like I knew what he would say when I told him that I felt I loved Ryou. He would say I needed something sexy to wear and drag me shopping.
"I feel like I love Ryou already Seto."
"Then we're going shopping because everything you own is either outdated or not sexy enough." He then called his limo and reserved an expensive store in the middle of downtown.
Like clockwork.
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~(@Ryou's POV@)~
I stretch as I yawn and sit up, looking around the room. In a last minute ditch last night I had approached Yami and told him I wasn't going to make it to my place before sun up. He simply pointed to this room before I even asked. I think I interrupted something last night. He's not normally silent about me asking for a room from him.
I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and sigh. That's when I notice him.
"Hey Yami, sorry for intruding this morning... I just knew I couldn't make it back to my crypt before sunrise."
"Hn."
"What did I interrupt this time? Playtime with a new toy?"
"Yeah."
"Serious?"
"Yeah." he crosses his arms and glares at me.
"Oh fuck.... Yugi?"
He nodded.
"Oh damn Yami, I'm sorry. If I'd known that I would have gone underground."
"Yeah well too late. What were you doing out so late anyway Ryou? A date?"
"No, that's tonight. Last night was a walk and roses."
Yami smiled slightly at me. "You really are a romantic Ryou, whether you want to admit it or not."
"And you're a rough rider. What's your point?" I ask sarcastically.
"Just I think you should wear that outfit for your date, not what you stole off of a meal." he pointed to his left where a gorgeous outfit hung on the doorknob. It was a crimson silk long sleeved shirt, the cuffs slit on the underside and it seemed to glimmer in the minimal light. There were also tight hip hugger leather pants with it. They were black and shiny and looked like they would be hell to wear. Alongside these were a long leather jacket and leather gloves.
"Whoa, where'd you get the cash for all this stuff?"
"I own a couple game shops around town and make a good amount of money. I can afford to get long time friends a good outfit for a date I already knew was going to happen." He smiled at me teasingly.
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Bakura tugged on the hem of his shirt, trying to make it cover his navel to no avail. He sighed and blew a lock of bangs out of his face and tucking it behind an ear. He crossed his arms over his midriff as he leaned against the nearby wall. He told Seto that this outfit was too much, but Seto wouldn't hear of it. Now he was leaning against the crumbling wall of a crypt in a tight black muscle shirt that stopped just above his navel with a sheer silvery shirt that stopped just below his hips and a pair of tight black hip hugger cargo pants. He squirmed uncomfortably as he tried to hitch his pants up for the umpteenth time. He wasn't bashful; he just wasn't used to showing so much skin.
Ryou stood just ten feet away gaping, his shirt waving in the gentle breeze. He felt the wind tug on the bouquet in his hand and he snapped back to reality. He had never seen anyone so fragile and gorgeous. He smiled softly to himself. This was the angel he had waited to see.
"Hey you." he called softly as he approached Bakura.
Bakura's head snapped up to see Ryou striding toward him, a large bouquet of red and white roses in hand, and looking like he had just stepped out of a fairytale. His breath caught slightly.
"Hey."
"Were you waiting long?" Ryou asked as he offered the roses to Bakura.
"No. I just got here actually." Bakura said as took the roses, gently smelling one of them and looking at Ryou appreciatively.
"Good. I would hate to think I made you wait." Ryou's eyes softened as he looked at Bakura. Bakura really was gorgeous.
Bakura smiled. "What do you say we get something to eat? I'm pretty hungry from work."
"Really? Where do you work?"
"Kaiba Corp."
"That big pyramid?"
"Yeah." Bakura laughed softly at Ryou's description.
"Weird. Anyway what are you hungry for?"
Bakura paused and thought, then smiled. "I know, how about I make you something to eat? After all, I don't want these roses to wilt."
Ryou knew where this was leading, but he wasn't going to twist it or push it. What would happen would happen, but at his pace, not Bakura's. He decided it would be ok; he was just going to leave before it progressed too much.
"Yeah sure, it sounds good." He smiled.
"Great. You're gonna love it!" Bakura said as he started leading the way to his car.
"You have no idea." Ryou muttered to himself as he followed Bakura.
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"I hope you don't mind, my apartment is on the 20th floor. I like to be as high as I can. I don't know why, it's just one of my quirks." Bakura blushed as he pushed the button for the 20th floor in the elevator. Ryou smiled.
"You know, you're really cute when you blush." He reached over and drifted a finger down Bakura's hot cheek and smiled as Bakura's eyes widened and he blushed more, turning his head to look at the floor. Ryou smirked and withdrew his hand. "So the 20th floor? That's pretty high up."
Bakura nodded dumbly.
The rest of the ride was in silence until the elevator doors opened with a quiet whoosh sound and Bakura stepped out, leading Ryou down the hall and to the right at the first bend, stopping in front of a door marked with the number 2010. He fished in his pocket for the key and opened the door, holding it open for Ryou.
Ryou quietly entered, slipping his shoes off at the entryway and stepped onto the spotless wooden floor. The boards were cool under his feet and when he stepped onto the carpet he felt his feet sink in. He turned around in the room, taking in everything. He couldn't argue with Bakura's taste in decorating. He had scarlet curtains with gold ties and white sheers and a large plush white couch. There was a large oak coffee table with a glass top and a flat screen TV. There were a few paintings on the wall that took Ryou by surprise. They depicted small cherubim with large black wings that extended out to touch and cover each other. In the center of them one angel that looked shockingly like Bakura stood, arms extended and a red silk ribbon wound tightly around it's body, its wings white and pure looking so tragically alone and untouched that it made Ryou want to cry.
"You like it Ryou?"
Ryou blinked and smiled at Bakura. "It's gorgeous."
Bakura smiled. "I painted it myself. It took me about a month. I was feeling alone."
Ryou nodded and gently leaned up, kissing the angel Bakura softly. Bakura's eyes widened at the action and he dropped his keys to floor as he walked over. Ryou turned to look at him just as Bakura embraced him, pulling himself close as he touched his lips to Ryou's. Ryou sighed at the touches and let his tongue slip across Bakura's lips before withdrawing.
"What about dinner?"
Chapter 5: Clothes and Paintings
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Bring me to life.
I've been living a lie
There's nothing inside.
Bring me to life.
~(@Bakura's POV@)~
I was snapped out of my thoughts for the sixth time that day. I looked back at the presentation screen and sighed.
I hate business meetings, but I know they're a necessary evil. I was just glad that I wasn't the one presenting today. If I was the one that was supposed to present to Kaiba, I would have been in a LOT of trouble.
I looked over to the head of the table where Kaiba sat back in his chair, his crystal blue eyes like ice as he watched the presenter. He didn't look even slightly interested. I almost snickered.
After another hour of presenting Kaiba seemed to have had enough as he stood up and looked the man in the eye.
"I don't care if you truly believe in your game or not, sir, but I don't. Your game is not at all like what we're interested in. We deal with games that are highly techniqual and or have something to do with cards. Your game is a board game and is far too reliant on dice. Therefore I will not fund your game. Now if you excuse me," Kaiba nods to me and I stand, following him out of the room.
"Bakura, I want you to keep an eye out on that Devilin kid."
"Devilin kid sir?"
"Yes, the guy that just presented for almost two hours while you doodled on your notepad."
I blushed. "Oh, him. Yes sir."
Seto smirked and watched me out of the corner of his eye. "So who's this Ryou guy?"
I stopped dead in my tracks. "W-who sir?"
That's right Bakura. One more octave and you can pass for a female.
Seto laughed as he turned to me. "Drop the work act 'kura. Who's Ryou? Your new boy toy?"
I think I just turned purple.
"No. He's not my boy toy."
"Lover then."
"No."
He quirked an eyebrow at me. "Boyfriend?"
"No."
"What then 'kura?"
I shrugged. "I don't know yet. We have a date tonight."
"Ah, a date with the infamous Ryou." Seto teased me.
I could have strangled him.
"Yeah, well at least I have a date."
"With your wardrobe, I don't think so."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, tell me how you feel about him."
I was stuck for words. Yeah, Seto's my boss, but we were best friends first. He always asked me this question whenever I met someone. It was like clockwork. Just like I knew what he would say when I told him that I felt I loved Ryou. He would say I needed something sexy to wear and drag me shopping.
"I feel like I love Ryou already Seto."
"Then we're going shopping because everything you own is either outdated or not sexy enough." He then called his limo and reserved an expensive store in the middle of downtown.
Like clockwork.
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~(@Ryou's POV@)~
I stretch as I yawn and sit up, looking around the room. In a last minute ditch last night I had approached Yami and told him I wasn't going to make it to my place before sun up. He simply pointed to this room before I even asked. I think I interrupted something last night. He's not normally silent about me asking for a room from him.
I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and sigh. That's when I notice him.
"Hey Yami, sorry for intruding this morning... I just knew I couldn't make it back to my crypt before sunrise."
"Hn."
"What did I interrupt this time? Playtime with a new toy?"
"Yeah."
"Serious?"
"Yeah." he crosses his arms and glares at me.
"Oh fuck.... Yugi?"
He nodded.
"Oh damn Yami, I'm sorry. If I'd known that I would have gone underground."
"Yeah well too late. What were you doing out so late anyway Ryou? A date?"
"No, that's tonight. Last night was a walk and roses."
Yami smiled slightly at me. "You really are a romantic Ryou, whether you want to admit it or not."
"And you're a rough rider. What's your point?" I ask sarcastically.
"Just I think you should wear that outfit for your date, not what you stole off of a meal." he pointed to his left where a gorgeous outfit hung on the doorknob. It was a crimson silk long sleeved shirt, the cuffs slit on the underside and it seemed to glimmer in the minimal light. There were also tight hip hugger leather pants with it. They were black and shiny and looked like they would be hell to wear. Alongside these were a long leather jacket and leather gloves.
"Whoa, where'd you get the cash for all this stuff?"
"I own a couple game shops around town and make a good amount of money. I can afford to get long time friends a good outfit for a date I already knew was going to happen." He smiled at me teasingly.
~(@
Bakura tugged on the hem of his shirt, trying to make it cover his navel to no avail. He sighed and blew a lock of bangs out of his face and tucking it behind an ear. He crossed his arms over his midriff as he leaned against the nearby wall. He told Seto that this outfit was too much, but Seto wouldn't hear of it. Now he was leaning against the crumbling wall of a crypt in a tight black muscle shirt that stopped just above his navel with a sheer silvery shirt that stopped just below his hips and a pair of tight black hip hugger cargo pants. He squirmed uncomfortably as he tried to hitch his pants up for the umpteenth time. He wasn't bashful; he just wasn't used to showing so much skin.
Ryou stood just ten feet away gaping, his shirt waving in the gentle breeze. He felt the wind tug on the bouquet in his hand and he snapped back to reality. He had never seen anyone so fragile and gorgeous. He smiled softly to himself. This was the angel he had waited to see.
"Hey you." he called softly as he approached Bakura.
Bakura's head snapped up to see Ryou striding toward him, a large bouquet of red and white roses in hand, and looking like he had just stepped out of a fairytale. His breath caught slightly.
"Hey."
"Were you waiting long?" Ryou asked as he offered the roses to Bakura.
"No. I just got here actually." Bakura said as took the roses, gently smelling one of them and looking at Ryou appreciatively.
"Good. I would hate to think I made you wait." Ryou's eyes softened as he looked at Bakura. Bakura really was gorgeous.
Bakura smiled. "What do you say we get something to eat? I'm pretty hungry from work."
"Really? Where do you work?"
"Kaiba Corp."
"That big pyramid?"
"Yeah." Bakura laughed softly at Ryou's description.
"Weird. Anyway what are you hungry for?"
Bakura paused and thought, then smiled. "I know, how about I make you something to eat? After all, I don't want these roses to wilt."
Ryou knew where this was leading, but he wasn't going to twist it or push it. What would happen would happen, but at his pace, not Bakura's. He decided it would be ok; he was just going to leave before it progressed too much.
"Yeah sure, it sounds good." He smiled.
"Great. You're gonna love it!" Bakura said as he started leading the way to his car.
"You have no idea." Ryou muttered to himself as he followed Bakura.
~(@
"I hope you don't mind, my apartment is on the 20th floor. I like to be as high as I can. I don't know why, it's just one of my quirks." Bakura blushed as he pushed the button for the 20th floor in the elevator. Ryou smiled.
"You know, you're really cute when you blush." He reached over and drifted a finger down Bakura's hot cheek and smiled as Bakura's eyes widened and he blushed more, turning his head to look at the floor. Ryou smirked and withdrew his hand. "So the 20th floor? That's pretty high up."
Bakura nodded dumbly.
The rest of the ride was in silence until the elevator doors opened with a quiet whoosh sound and Bakura stepped out, leading Ryou down the hall and to the right at the first bend, stopping in front of a door marked with the number 2010. He fished in his pocket for the key and opened the door, holding it open for Ryou.
Ryou quietly entered, slipping his shoes off at the entryway and stepped onto the spotless wooden floor. The boards were cool under his feet and when he stepped onto the carpet he felt his feet sink in. He turned around in the room, taking in everything. He couldn't argue with Bakura's taste in decorating. He had scarlet curtains with gold ties and white sheers and a large plush white couch. There was a large oak coffee table with a glass top and a flat screen TV. There were a few paintings on the wall that took Ryou by surprise. They depicted small cherubim with large black wings that extended out to touch and cover each other. In the center of them one angel that looked shockingly like Bakura stood, arms extended and a red silk ribbon wound tightly around it's body, its wings white and pure looking so tragically alone and untouched that it made Ryou want to cry.
"You like it Ryou?"
Ryou blinked and smiled at Bakura. "It's gorgeous."
Bakura smiled. "I painted it myself. It took me about a month. I was feeling alone."
Ryou nodded and gently leaned up, kissing the angel Bakura softly. Bakura's eyes widened at the action and he dropped his keys to floor as he walked over. Ryou turned to look at him just as Bakura embraced him, pulling himself close as he touched his lips to Ryou's. Ryou sighed at the touches and let his tongue slip across Bakura's lips before withdrawing.
"What about dinner?"