Thank you to everyone who reviewed. I love you all. =3 It's nice to see I'm not the only person in the world who likes this couple (lemme tell you, it often feels like it ;_;). Teehee~ This chapter is much longer than the other one. (That thing was short!!) And sorry for taking so long to update. ^_^;; I had serious writer's block for a while. I could only write one line at a time it seemed. XD;; But, I've got this up now and I've got tons of ideas for later on. ;) Yay~
Disclaimer: Meh. I don't own Yuugiou, Bakura or Yami. I frickin' wish I did, though. +_+
Chapter 2
So far, so good. Neither of the yamis had killed each other. Then again, they were only five short minutes into their date.
"I can't BELIEVE this. I'm going to rip Ryou to shreds!" Bakura growled. He kicked a can onto the road as the 'couple' walked down the street. "If anyone asks, we just happen to be walking in the same direction."
"Uh-huh," came the Pharaoh's bored reply. Bakura had been ranting the whole way and he had begun to tune him out, thinking of how he would explain the situation if anyone were to see him.
"You aren't even listening, are you?" Bakura asked.
"Uh-huh," Yami replied again. The simple reply had worked so far, so he had been repeating it for the entirety of Bakura's raves.
"I think I'd like to kill that nice innocent lady over there. May I?" Bakura asked.
"Uh-huh."
Bakura elbowed him sharply and hissed. He then stopped walking. "Where are we going anyway? Tell me."
"I was following you," Yami replied, also stopping and turning around.
"But I thought you were in the lead," Bakura said with a sigh.
"Well... why don't we eat there?" Yami asked pointing to a small Italian restaurant across the street.
"Are you sure that's a restaurant?" Bakura asked, eying the building. "It looks like it's centuries old."
"Yes," Yami stated. "Because I can read, and it clearly says, 'Restaurant'. The building was probably an apartment complex until they remodelled it as an eatery or something."
"But look at the English writing underneath the Japanese! You can't read that, can you?" Bakura retorted, trying to back the Pharaoh into a corner so he could laugh at his pitiful knowledge.
"It says the same thing as it does in Japanese, you stupid tomb robber." Yami said exasperated, rolling his eyes.
"How do you know?" Bakura asked. He was losing the upper hand in the conversation.
"Because I pay attention in school, and more specifically, English class," Yami said as he forcefully grabbed Bakura's wrist and crossed the street. Bakura just mumbled some sort of empty threat and allowed himself to be dragged into the restaurant.
Once inside, they had barely been standing there for a moment when a woman walked up to them. "Oh, hello there. Are you two fine men waiting for your dates? I think we still have a table for four...." She trailed off slightly as she turned to check for an empty table behind her.
"No, just two," Yami said, holding up two fingers as if visuals would help the lady. He didn't think very highly of her as she didn't seem educated.
"Oh... but you both look so dressed up. Oh! I get it! You're gay, aren't you!" She said. Loudly. Half the restaurant set down their cutlery and looked over at the two in question.
"No, we're not, woman. Just seat us, dammit," Bakura growled as he picked up a crayon normally supplied for young children. He held it up threateningly. He was already plotting on the best way to kill her before the night was over.
"Ur... um... okay. I'm sorry," she grabbed two menus and led them to a small candlelit table for two next to a window.
Yami and Bakura sat down. The view wasn't very good, as it was just of the intersection next to the restaurant, but at least Yami would have something to look at other than Bakura or the staring eyes of the people seated near him. He watched a few people walk by and pull out umbrellas as it started to rain lightly.
"Fast or slow? Pharaoh! Fast or slow? Hellooo? LISTEN TO ME, DAMMIT!"
"Huh... what?!" Yami asked, snapping out of his trance. He looked around. Yet again, everyone in the room was looking at him. He felt his face burning and he faced Bakura. "What is it?"
"Fast or slow?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Yami asked. Had Bakura finally snapped?
"Should I kill the waitress fast or slowly?" Bakura said for what seemed to be the tenth time as he tapped his fingers impatiently on the table.
"Slowly," Yami chuckled. "Slow torture is always good in my books."
"I thought so too," Bakura said smiling evilly. "I just haven't figured out if I'll smother her with this vile table cloth or set her hair on fire with this candle. Oh, and did you notice they gave me a knife?"
"Set her hair on fire and then smother her. It would probably work better," Yami said after a moment of thought. "And by the way, give me the knife for now. We don't want any innocent bystanders getting killed. Well, not all of them, anyway." Yami trailed off thinking of the rudeness of the
"Aw... don't you trust me?" Bakura said, looking at the sharp steak knife with a malicious grin on his face.
"Not really. I mean, look at you! You're practically drooling just by holding it," Yami said with a playful smile.
"True, true..." Bakura said, setting it down carefully next to him. Yami went back to looking out the window. Bakura smiled slightly. Yami looked so carefree and wistful. Bakura felt his stomach churn. What the hell? He shook his head and forced himself to look elsewhere. His eyes came to rest on the red and white checkered tablecloth. Why was he getting all uneasy when he looked at Yami? Could it be...? No. It couldn't be. Could it?
The waitress came back and quickly took out a pad of paper and a pen, folding her empty tray under her arm, "Well now, what would you like to drink?" She asked nervously.
"Beer," Bakura said without even thinking.
"Are you old enough? Let me see some ID," she said suspiciously.
"No," Bakura said. Yami grinned since Bakura obviously had no ID.
"Well I'm sorry, but that means you can't have any alcoholic beverages," she said.
"I'm over three-thousand and I'm underage?" Bakura muttered under his breath.
"Pardon?"
"Um... nothing," Yami said, kicking Bakura under the table. "We'll both have water. I wouldn't trust him with anything else." Bakura smirked.
"Okay, thank you," the waitress said, writing fiercely. "I'll be back in a few minutes to take your orders."
As soon as she had left, Bakura turned back to Yami and broke the silence. "Water?"
"Yes, having something healthy might be good for you once in a while," Yami said matter-of-factly.
"Why do I put up with this?" Bakura asked himself out loud. A little voice inside him gave the answer. You like him.
"Er... Bakura, you're all red. Are you okay?" Yami asked, glancing over.
"Huh? I am...?"
"Yeah."
"Ehm... it's nothing," Bakura lied.
"Right..." Yami eyed him carefully, shrugged, and started going through his menu. He couldn't figure out why Bakura was getting so flustered. The idea that Bakura might actually want to be on a date with him crossed his mind and he smiled inwardly. Wait... hadn't they agreed that it wasn't a date? So why was Yami thinking of the outing as one?
Bakura picked up the knife again and looked it over in his hands, slightly disappointed it was only a butter knife. What a night. He gets stuck on a date, his date turns out to be his worst enemy, he finds out he's probably gay and that he has a crush on this date. Ugh. He took a deep breath. "I'm going to the washroom."
"Okay," Yami said, not bothering to watch Bakura get up from the table. However, he did surprise himself by watching him walk away. Yami had never noticed how tight Bakura's pants were around his a- 'What the hell am I thinking!?' Now it was Yami's turn to be flustered. He was the (former) Pharaoh of Egypt... what in Ra's name was he doing ogling over another guy. One of his worst enemies, at that. He shook his head. No, he wasn't attracted in any way, shape, or form to Bakura. But while on the topic, Bakura wouldn't look too bad in leather.
Yami's thoughts were interrupted by their waitress. "Um... I have your water," She said, setting the two glasses down carefully. "I was going to take your orders now, but you da- er... 'friend' seems to have disappeared."
"His 'friend' is right here," Bakura scoffed as he settled back into his seat, glaring at the poor woman.
"Um, okay. So... what would you guys like tonight?" She asked, once again taking out her notepad and pen.
"I'll have the steak," Bakura said quickly. "Can you give it to me raw?"
"Um... no," The waitress said looking at him nervously. "We insist on cooking our steak here."
"Fine, I'll have mine rare," Bakura said, shoving his menu at her. She took the menu, wrote down his order, then turned to Yami with a thankful look on her face. He didn't seem as violent.
"Isn't that a little... unhealthy, Bakura?" Yami asked slowly. He couldn't believe Bakura had asked for raw steak.
"So!? There's blood," Came Bakura's loud response. Predictable, but it still put everyone within earshot in a state of unease.
"Okay, okay," Yami said, giving up. "I'll have the pasta." Yami said as he handed the waitress his menu. She gladly walked away.
Bakura realized they were both alone again, and he fumbled for something to occupy his mind so that he wouldn't get anymore of those thoughts. He found his glass of water and took a big sip. "JEEZ!!!!"
Yami looked at him in alarm. "What now!?" He hissed. Once again, he was aware of many pairs of eyes focussed on their table.
"Why is this water so cold!?" Bakura asked frantically. "It's like ice!"
"Because there's ice in the glass, dumbass. You probably just swallowed some of it," Yami growled. He didn't like being embarrassed and that's what he was.
"Why do they put ice in the glass?" Bakura asked.
"What kind of a question is that? They put the ice in the glass to keep the water cold."
"I never said I wanted cold water."
"You don't HAVE to. They just assume that like most NORMAL people, you would want a glass of cool water."
"Cool, yes. Cold, no."
"Same thing."
"Not really," Bakura fumed.
"And I thought I, the mighty Pharaoh, was picky," Yami teased.
Bakura just shrugged at this remark. He forced down another sip of his water before pushing it to the side. "I'm bored."
"You and I both," Yami said. "They sure are slow here." He made a mental note never to come here again.
As if on cue, their waitress walked up with their food. She set Bakura's steak down in front of him and likewise to Yami and his pasta. She then sidled off quickly so as not to annoy the pair anymore than she already had.
"They overcooked it," Bakura complained quietly.
"Your plate is practically dripping in blood, Bakura. How can you say they overcooked it? It looks more like they didn't cook it at all," Yami said giving Bakura an odd look.
Bakura shrugged and picked up the whole steak with his knife. He tore a piece off of it and started to chew. "All right, I admit it - it doesn't taste that bad."
Yami smiled and shook his head out of some sort of pity. He then focussed his attention on his own food.
The time passed in silence as the two dark spirits ate. Bakura finished first and was about to get up to go torment a random person, but he decided not to. "Oi, Pharaoh."
Yami, who had just finished the last of his meal answered, "Yes?"
Bakura leaned over the table with his napkin in his hand, "You have tomato sauce all over, dimwit." He gently wiped the side of the other's face causing Yami to blush profusely.
"I can take care of myself, you know," Yami said, shaking off his embarrassment. He laughed. "Besides, I'm not the only one. You've got blood dripping down your chin."
"Huh? Where?" Bakura asked whilst he attempted to see for himself. However, his effort was futile as he only managed to make himself cross-eyed. Of course, this caused Yami to snicker even more. Bakura growled and picked up his napkin, wiping his face. "Let's just go now."
"We haven't paid yet."
Bakura looked at him like he had two heads. "Your point?"
Yami sighed. "Just because YOU don't do things the just way doesn't mean I don't. And when you're in my company, I expect you to, well, behave."
"I don't need your lectures."
"At least pay for your half. The steak was a hell of a lot more expensive than my pasta."
"Make me," Bakura taunted.
"If you aren't going to help pay, then why are you still here? Just leave. I'm not stopping you."
Bakura fumbled for words for a few moments before saying, "But that would be rude. When I'm in your company, I'm expected to behave."
Yami grumbled hearing the words from Bakura. He pulled out his wallet and just left the cash on the table. "Okay, let's go."
And they left.
If it takes me a long time to update with the third chapter, it's not my fault. Blame high school. (Which, in fact, isn't as scary as I'd first thought. XD) Thank you! R/R!! ^_____^ I love you~