AN: OMG! I got reviews! *huggles reviews*
But, on the flip side, for some reason I was blocking anonymous reviews. Oops. I didn't know, sorry!
Also, I'm sorry about the slowness this fic is starting up with. I know you're probably like "Where's Malik? Or Marik, Yugi, Yami (etc, etc...) for that matter?!"
They'll come later. I just like Bakura and Ryou best ^-^.
DISCLAIMER: Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!
Who owns Yugioh? I wish it was me!
Right. I don't own Spongebob, either.
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Chapter Two - Prelude to Something (AKA What Ears Are For)
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"Ryou, we need to talk."
I froze in the middle of what I was doing, which was eating a chocolate covered strawberry. Never have I heard those words come from my yami's mouth before.
"Mph?!" I said intelligently, trying to covey my shock through a mouthful of chocolate and fruit.
Ignoring my muffled squeal, Bakura pulled out a chair next to me and folded his hands on the kitchen table, a serious look in his eyes. I gulped.
"Lately I've been thinking," He said in a no-nonsense voice, which meant for him that this conversation would not include blood, knives, leather, or any other types of 'fun' things.
So that meant what? Did he find out about my secret lust for him? If so, I already had a secret bag full of clothes, money, and manga packed and ready under my bed.
He crossed one long, leather coated leg over the other and turned towards me. "It's time for you to learn." He said in an intense tone, his eyes deep and dark and wow-what-a-lovely-color.
I stuttered nonsensically for a moment, my eyes flicking between the eyes, the legs, and the lips, which were moving. Talking, or something equally insane. For some reason I couldn't hear him. It could've been the hormone rush, or the little voice in my head singing 'Yes, you want him! Look at him you know you dooo! Possible he wants you to...'
Ladies and gentleman, I am officially insane. My brain has begun to sing Disney songs.
He stopped talking and looked like he wanted a response. Uh-oh.
I thought quick. "Um, okay." I hoped I had just agreed to something pleasant, like hand feeding him some of those chocolate strawberries.
Bakura's face lit up as if I had just granted him permission to take an entire sub-species of harmless animals on a one way field trip to the shadow realm. His face lit up like a light bulb. His face lit up like a nuclear explosion. His face lit up like-
Well, you get the picture. He was one happy yami. Give him a pointy object and he'd be joyous.
"Excellent. I knew you'd agree! This'll be great!" He stood up suddenly, knocking the chair over in his haste. I couldn't help but stare and wonder what I had started. This had to be the weirdest thing ever. Even stranger then the leather spree yesterday.
Happy+Bakura=worldwide destruction and/or chaos.
He began to practically bounce out of the room. As an afterthought, he tossed over his shoulder, "Japan won't know what hit it! It'll be just like the old days!" And with that, he ran down the hall.
The old days? I looked down at my chest, where the millennium ring rested.
Oh. The "old" days. Guess that ruled out the chocolate covered strawberries.
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I had totally forgotten about the whole kitchen incident when I decided to go out. I hadn't caught sight of Bakura or heard any maniacal laughing in the past hour and had just passed of the whole thing as a lapse into sanity. I shrugged into my coat, my hand on the doorknob-
"Ryou!"
My heart, lungs, and other vital organs decided to jump up and take residence in my throat. I took a deep breath and coaxed them back into their proper spots, before turning around to face my still-happy sounding yami.
"Don't scare me like that, Bakura." I said in what I like to call my you-didn't-scare-me-voice, which consists of small amounts of squeaking and shaking.
He smirked and thrust a strangely shaped package into my chest. I gasped. Whatever was in there had something sharp. I took the bag from him, rubbing where the protruding point had poked my delicate chest.
What the hell was in here?!
"Well, open it!" Ah, the ol' Bakura was back, complete with snarling and growling and other evil personality accessories.
I was a bit relieved, because the happy Bakura was about as disturbing as an N'Sync singing Seto Kaiba.
I sat down on the floor with the large bag and began to reach into it.
Bakura had a look of anticipation much like a kid at Christmas. Or a shounen-ai fangirl watching Gravitation (1). His eyes shone as I pulled out the first item.
It was a plastic bag from the mall. I gave Bakura a curious look. He just motioned for me to open it.
Inside it were several pairs of black turtlenecks made from some kind of weird spandex material. Picture Heero Yuy's shorts converted into Trowa Barton's shirt (2). I glanced at my yami, who had also taken a seat on the floor and was watching me intently.
"Are they your size?" He asked anxiously. He looked like a kicked puppy.
What the hell?
I nodded, not trusting my mouth to speak. If it did, I'm sure something like "All right, no more crack for you" or perhaps "What exactly did I say yes to before that spawned this psychotic behavior?!" Of course, then I would have to explain why I wasn't listening, and then I would have to make use of my emergency bag...
I grabbed the next thing from the bag. It was, ironically, another bag.
I opened it, and found myself looking at the tightest pair of black pants that could possibly exist in the world. I mean, take Bakura's newly found leather pants. Then, once again, take Heero Yuy's shorts. Wash them both in cold water and throw them in the dryer for a few hours, then take out the results.
My eyes widened as I looked up at my yami. "Am I supposed to wear these?" I said in disbelief.
He nodded. "They're more comfortable than they look, trust me. I'm surprised they're still around, but then again they're so useful..."
My eyebrow twitched. Useful for what, prostituting?
'No questions,' I ordered myself. 'Just play along, do what he says, and maybe you can see him in a pair of those pants.
'Drool....' went my mind.
After a few more minutes the bag was empty, and an array of black clothes, feather-light black boots, two thin knives, a black bag, a rope, and for some strange reason unknown to me, a lock-pick.
Why in the world would I need all this? It wasn't like we were going on a burglary-
OH.
MY.
GOD.
Suddenly this thing called a 'brain' decided to inhabit my body.
'The old days. What was Bakura in the old days? Think, dumb ass.' This newly discovered brain said sarcastically.
'A...a thief?' I answered slowly, the impact of realization still leaving me disoriented.
'Very good! Now I'll leave you to mull in reality. Good day to you, sir.'
Exit brain.
Bakura must have taken my stunned silence as breathless excitement. He continued to grin like the maniac he was. I tried to grin back, but all I could do was gape like a fish.
BAD HORMONES. LOOK WHAT YOU GOT ME INTO.
A hand on my shoulder literally shook me from my daze, and I looked up from where I was sitting to see Bakura kneeling before me, his hands on my shoulders. I blushed.
Despite all of the craziness that was running through my mind, hormones took the lead again and I turned once again into the human tomato.
"Tonight," He whispered, and I couldn't help but notice how sharp his canine teeth were. I guess it comes with the whole evil package.
"Tonight, I'll teach you everything I know."
Aaaaaand they're off! Hormones are outpaced by the "Did he just insinuate what I thought he insinuated" train of thought, followed closely by the dreaded blush reflex, and poor ol' common sense is once again in the rear(3).
"T-tonight?" I stuttered, very aware of how close he was to me. So close I could see how damn perfect his skin was. So that's where all of my Neutragena Oil Free Acne Wash went...
"Tonight we hit the mall," He murmured, his eyes glazed over. I must have looked horrified, and let's face it, I was. "Don't worry. I got your stuff there today. It was easy."
And with those reassuring words, he drew me up in a fierce hug, muttering something about 'good times'.
When he let me go, I just sat on the floor until he was out of sight. My brain was filled with thoughts of "Oh my god I'm about to become a criminal", "How am I gonna fit into those pants?", and "My yami sure is warm for a dead spirit. And he smells good. And he's soft. And I get to go robbing with him. And..."
I passed out.
A boy can only take so much.
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1- I just can't help the little anime references in here. My fic is like a little advertisement ^_^. By the way, Gravitation is now translated in English and in stores. If you've seen or read it, can you e-mail me? I've seen the Japanese subs and loved them, but I'm afraid when they dub it they're gonna make Shuuichi a girl or something scary. Because in America the dubbers are anti-yaoi.
2-Again, subtle *cough*not*cough* references to other animes. But I think everyone's seen Gundam Wing? Ne?
3- *snerkle* Ryou's brain is like the racetrack.
SO! Did you like it? If so, I'll give you directions:
REVIEW! PUH-LEASE! Give me ideas, criticism , support, or just a smiley ^_^. Any way I'll be a happy authoress. And here's a little plus: the main pairings will be BakuraxRyou, Malik/Marik, and Yami/Yugi. If you would like to see any other pairings just tell me in your review!
But, on the flip side, for some reason I was blocking anonymous reviews. Oops. I didn't know, sorry!
Also, I'm sorry about the slowness this fic is starting up with. I know you're probably like "Where's Malik? Or Marik, Yugi, Yami (etc, etc...) for that matter?!"
They'll come later. I just like Bakura and Ryou best ^-^.
DISCLAIMER: Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!
Who owns Yugioh? I wish it was me!
Right. I don't own Spongebob, either.
__________
Chapter Two - Prelude to Something (AKA What Ears Are For)
__________
"Ryou, we need to talk."
I froze in the middle of what I was doing, which was eating a chocolate covered strawberry. Never have I heard those words come from my yami's mouth before.
"Mph?!" I said intelligently, trying to covey my shock through a mouthful of chocolate and fruit.
Ignoring my muffled squeal, Bakura pulled out a chair next to me and folded his hands on the kitchen table, a serious look in his eyes. I gulped.
"Lately I've been thinking," He said in a no-nonsense voice, which meant for him that this conversation would not include blood, knives, leather, or any other types of 'fun' things.
So that meant what? Did he find out about my secret lust for him? If so, I already had a secret bag full of clothes, money, and manga packed and ready under my bed.
He crossed one long, leather coated leg over the other and turned towards me. "It's time for you to learn." He said in an intense tone, his eyes deep and dark and wow-what-a-lovely-color.
I stuttered nonsensically for a moment, my eyes flicking between the eyes, the legs, and the lips, which were moving. Talking, or something equally insane. For some reason I couldn't hear him. It could've been the hormone rush, or the little voice in my head singing 'Yes, you want him! Look at him you know you dooo! Possible he wants you to...'
Ladies and gentleman, I am officially insane. My brain has begun to sing Disney songs.
He stopped talking and looked like he wanted a response. Uh-oh.
I thought quick. "Um, okay." I hoped I had just agreed to something pleasant, like hand feeding him some of those chocolate strawberries.
Bakura's face lit up as if I had just granted him permission to take an entire sub-species of harmless animals on a one way field trip to the shadow realm. His face lit up like a light bulb. His face lit up like a nuclear explosion. His face lit up like-
Well, you get the picture. He was one happy yami. Give him a pointy object and he'd be joyous.
"Excellent. I knew you'd agree! This'll be great!" He stood up suddenly, knocking the chair over in his haste. I couldn't help but stare and wonder what I had started. This had to be the weirdest thing ever. Even stranger then the leather spree yesterday.
Happy+Bakura=worldwide destruction and/or chaos.
He began to practically bounce out of the room. As an afterthought, he tossed over his shoulder, "Japan won't know what hit it! It'll be just like the old days!" And with that, he ran down the hall.
The old days? I looked down at my chest, where the millennium ring rested.
Oh. The "old" days. Guess that ruled out the chocolate covered strawberries.
__________
I had totally forgotten about the whole kitchen incident when I decided to go out. I hadn't caught sight of Bakura or heard any maniacal laughing in the past hour and had just passed of the whole thing as a lapse into sanity. I shrugged into my coat, my hand on the doorknob-
"Ryou!"
My heart, lungs, and other vital organs decided to jump up and take residence in my throat. I took a deep breath and coaxed them back into their proper spots, before turning around to face my still-happy sounding yami.
"Don't scare me like that, Bakura." I said in what I like to call my you-didn't-scare-me-voice, which consists of small amounts of squeaking and shaking.
He smirked and thrust a strangely shaped package into my chest. I gasped. Whatever was in there had something sharp. I took the bag from him, rubbing where the protruding point had poked my delicate chest.
What the hell was in here?!
"Well, open it!" Ah, the ol' Bakura was back, complete with snarling and growling and other evil personality accessories.
I was a bit relieved, because the happy Bakura was about as disturbing as an N'Sync singing Seto Kaiba.
I sat down on the floor with the large bag and began to reach into it.
Bakura had a look of anticipation much like a kid at Christmas. Or a shounen-ai fangirl watching Gravitation (1). His eyes shone as I pulled out the first item.
It was a plastic bag from the mall. I gave Bakura a curious look. He just motioned for me to open it.
Inside it were several pairs of black turtlenecks made from some kind of weird spandex material. Picture Heero Yuy's shorts converted into Trowa Barton's shirt (2). I glanced at my yami, who had also taken a seat on the floor and was watching me intently.
"Are they your size?" He asked anxiously. He looked like a kicked puppy.
What the hell?
I nodded, not trusting my mouth to speak. If it did, I'm sure something like "All right, no more crack for you" or perhaps "What exactly did I say yes to before that spawned this psychotic behavior?!" Of course, then I would have to explain why I wasn't listening, and then I would have to make use of my emergency bag...
I grabbed the next thing from the bag. It was, ironically, another bag.
I opened it, and found myself looking at the tightest pair of black pants that could possibly exist in the world. I mean, take Bakura's newly found leather pants. Then, once again, take Heero Yuy's shorts. Wash them both in cold water and throw them in the dryer for a few hours, then take out the results.
My eyes widened as I looked up at my yami. "Am I supposed to wear these?" I said in disbelief.
He nodded. "They're more comfortable than they look, trust me. I'm surprised they're still around, but then again they're so useful..."
My eyebrow twitched. Useful for what, prostituting?
'No questions,' I ordered myself. 'Just play along, do what he says, and maybe you can see him in a pair of those pants.
'Drool....' went my mind.
After a few more minutes the bag was empty, and an array of black clothes, feather-light black boots, two thin knives, a black bag, a rope, and for some strange reason unknown to me, a lock-pick.
Why in the world would I need all this? It wasn't like we were going on a burglary-
OH.
MY.
GOD.
Suddenly this thing called a 'brain' decided to inhabit my body.
'The old days. What was Bakura in the old days? Think, dumb ass.' This newly discovered brain said sarcastically.
'A...a thief?' I answered slowly, the impact of realization still leaving me disoriented.
'Very good! Now I'll leave you to mull in reality. Good day to you, sir.'
Exit brain.
Bakura must have taken my stunned silence as breathless excitement. He continued to grin like the maniac he was. I tried to grin back, but all I could do was gape like a fish.
BAD HORMONES. LOOK WHAT YOU GOT ME INTO.
A hand on my shoulder literally shook me from my daze, and I looked up from where I was sitting to see Bakura kneeling before me, his hands on my shoulders. I blushed.
Despite all of the craziness that was running through my mind, hormones took the lead again and I turned once again into the human tomato.
"Tonight," He whispered, and I couldn't help but notice how sharp his canine teeth were. I guess it comes with the whole evil package.
"Tonight, I'll teach you everything I know."
Aaaaaand they're off! Hormones are outpaced by the "Did he just insinuate what I thought he insinuated" train of thought, followed closely by the dreaded blush reflex, and poor ol' common sense is once again in the rear(3).
"T-tonight?" I stuttered, very aware of how close he was to me. So close I could see how damn perfect his skin was. So that's where all of my Neutragena Oil Free Acne Wash went...
"Tonight we hit the mall," He murmured, his eyes glazed over. I must have looked horrified, and let's face it, I was. "Don't worry. I got your stuff there today. It was easy."
And with those reassuring words, he drew me up in a fierce hug, muttering something about 'good times'.
When he let me go, I just sat on the floor until he was out of sight. My brain was filled with thoughts of "Oh my god I'm about to become a criminal", "How am I gonna fit into those pants?", and "My yami sure is warm for a dead spirit. And he smells good. And he's soft. And I get to go robbing with him. And..."
I passed out.
A boy can only take so much.
__________
1- I just can't help the little anime references in here. My fic is like a little advertisement ^_^. By the way, Gravitation is now translated in English and in stores. If you've seen or read it, can you e-mail me? I've seen the Japanese subs and loved them, but I'm afraid when they dub it they're gonna make Shuuichi a girl or something scary. Because in America the dubbers are anti-yaoi.
2-Again, subtle *cough*not*cough* references to other animes. But I think everyone's seen Gundam Wing? Ne?
3- *snerkle* Ryou's brain is like the racetrack.
SO! Did you like it? If so, I'll give you directions:
REVIEW! PUH-LEASE! Give me ideas, criticism , support, or just a smiley ^_^. Any way I'll be a happy authoress. And here's a little plus: the main pairings will be BakuraxRyou, Malik/Marik, and Yami/Yugi. If you would like to see any other pairings just tell me in your review!