Whee!! I'm finally getting this posted. ^_^;; Sorry for the long wait (since Sept. 10... whoa.. XD). o_O I got lazy and stuff. You know the drill. Um... I want to thank all my reviewers. I love you. Especially one reviewer who gave me countless hours of amusement.
RoseGodess9- I'm sorry you're homophobic. However, you can't blame me for not having a warning. If you were to read the summary I gave of the fic, you would see "YY/YB, shonen-ai". I think that's a sufficient warning right there. If you don't think so, I apologize for not making it clearer (as if I could anyway). *bows*
Meh... there. XD I find that amusing. I thought it would be really awful to be flamed, but I don't mind it. It's interesting. Anyway... on with the fic. (Finally.)
Chapter 3
"Now what are we supposed to do? It's only 9," Bakura asked, looking up to the sky.
" 'Only 9'? Isn't that late enough?"
"For a date? I thought you were supposed to stay out really late or something," Bakura said.
"I thought we both agreed this wasn't a date," Yami stated.
"Uh... yeah, right. Whatever," Bakura blushed. How did he let himself forget?
Yami brushed away the drapery of silence that had fallen over the two. "We could see a movie... or torture little kids at some park or something. I don't know."
"The last option sounds fun." Bakura grinned.
"I was kidding, you idiot," Yami said in slight disbelief.
"Fine, fine," Bakura said. "You're so boring."
"Gee, thanks."
"Do you know if there are any good movies?" Bakura asked.
"Aibou was going on about this really good 'scary' movie he saw with Anzu..." Yami said, trailing off.
He got lost in his thoughts after he said Anzu's name, Bakura thought. That must mean he likes her. If so, why doesn't he just go out with her? Why's he spending his time with me? Why do I even care!? Bakura tried to chase these thoughts from his head. "Who's Aibou?"
"Yuugi," Yami said. "Didn't you know?"
"Ooh... the Pharaoh has a pet name for his light," Bakura teased.
"It's not a pet name. It's just a nickname I call him, alright?" Yami said with an agitated tone. "Besides, don't you have any sort of nickname for your lighter half?"
"Sure I do. Mortal, boy, and kid to name a few," Bakura said proudly.
"Um... right. Okay," Yami said. He changed the subject. "Well, anyway, let's just walk by the theatre to see what's playing."
"Sure."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *"Which one was that scary movie you were talking about?" Bakura asked looking up at the screen.
"Uh... I don't know. It'll probably be rated R or something, though," Yami said. "Help me find it."
"R? What the hell does that mean?"
"The 'R' stands for 'restricted'. That means you can't get in unless you're a certain age. They never check ID anyway, though," Yami told him.
"Oh." Bakura looked back up at the screen to find the movie before he remembered something... "What's an R look like?"
Yami sighed. "Never mind. I've found it on my own."
"Great. Now what?" Bakura asked.
"If you wanna watch it, you have to buy tickets to it. Haven't you ever gone to a movie?" Yami questioned.
"No, not really. Ryou just rents them. I don't think he trusts me in public places."
"I wonder why," Yami said bluntly while he dragged Bakura up to the counter. "Do you have money?"
"Er... yeah. Ryou gave me some. Why?"
"'Cause you're paying for this," Yami said.
"What? Why!?" Bakura growled.
"I paid for dinner, you jerk. It was more expensive than this simple movie," Yami snapped back.
The woman behind the counter smiled awkwardly. "Um... tonight is couple's night. You get 30% off..."
"We're not a couple, bit-" Bakura didn't get to finish because Yami cupped a hand over his mouth.
"Two please."
Bakura snarled and pulled Yami back a bit. "What are you doing?" he hissed.
"If we fake it, you don't have to pay as much. Weren't you just complaining about your money?" Yami said logically.
"...fine. But we're only FAKING. Remember that," Bakura said quietly before turning back to the woman. "Yeah. Two for that scary movie or whatever."
"H-hai," she said. She printed off the tickets, took Bakura's payment, and sent the supposed couple on their way.
Yami started ushering Bakura toward the theatre they were supposed to be in when Bakura stopped.
"What is it now, Raider??" Yami asked in an exasperated tone.
"Food," Bakura said as he looked at the concession stands. "I'm buying myself food."
"As long as you're there you can get me a popcorn," Yami said with an impatient sigh.
"Who said anything about getting something for you?"
Yami just rolled his eyes and hit Bakura upside the head.
"I was just kidding. You didn't have to hit me," Bakura said before going off to order. He came back a few minutes later carrying two drinks and two bags of popcorn.
"Hmm... you are good for something after all," Yami said relieving Bakura of some of his load. "Now we go this way." Bakura obediently followed the other spirit and the two found themselves in a large dimly lit room.
"Where do we sit?" Bakura asked quietly. He felt a little intimidated by the rows upon rows of seats.
"We probably want to sit near the back in case anyone sees us here together. We'll blend in a little better," Yami said thoughtfully.
"You have tall, spiky, brightly coloured hair. I hate to break it to you, but you don't blend in anywhere," Bakura said plainly.
Yami sighed, "You know what I mean." And with that, he tread toward the rear of the theatre and took his seat. Bakura clumsily sat down next to him and tried to settle himself.
"This seat isn't even fit for a dead man... how can they expect one of such stature as myself to endure it for several hours?" Bakura said, immediately starting to complain.
"Since when is a lowly tomb robber a high level of superiority?" Yami asked.
"Since now, dammit. I paid for this infernal movie and I plan to enjoy it without having to worry about the foundation I sit upon."
"Well, then what do you plan to do about it, Bakura?" Yami said, trying to calm the other spirit down.
"I can do plenty of things about it. For instance, I could simply ki–," Bakura stopped himself abruptly. "Shut up. The movie is starting."
"You were the one talking. Why do you tell me to shut up?" Yami hissed.
"Now you're talking. I foresaw that you would. Now shut up." Bakura smirked as Yami gave in and turned his attention to the large screen in the front of the theatre.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *Quite a while had passed since either spirit had said a word. Bakura had long since taken over the armrest between the two and was nodding his head slightly - obviously losing contact with the conscious world. Yami normally couldn't have cared less whether or not Bakura stayed awake during the film. Actually, he probably would have preferred slumber as he wouldn't have to put up with him. But when Bakura, either subconsciously or willingly, let his head find rest on Yami's shoulder to fall asleep, that changed things a little.
Yami flustered a bit and considered shoving the other being onto the floor, but he decided to let him stay like that because... well, he wasn't really sure why. It wasn't like Bakura was bothering him or anything and at least he wouldn't complain about the troublesome chairs. Yami shifted his weight a little so Bakura would be more comfortable and returned to watching the movie.
Bakura, who, in reality, was fully awake and aware of his position in relation to the Pharaoh simply smiled. 'I guess this proves he likes me since he hasn't tried to maim me yet,' Bakura thought to himself. He wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not, but his little test had shown results and that was good enough. Bakura knew how annoyed Yami would be if he figured out Bakura wasn't actually sleeping, so he figured he would just stay like that. It was more comfortable than leaning back on the awful chairs, after all...
"Shit," Yami said under his breath.
Bakura decided this was as good a time as ever to 'wake up'. He stirred slightly and groggily opened his eyes. "Eugh..."
"Anzu alert," Yami said to the waking spirit. "She's walking this way."
Bakura snapped up and saw the brown-haired teenager walking slowly up the aisle toward the two. "I thought you liked her."
"Of course not! I don't want to talk to her. I think she's obsessed with me or something... and that's really unhealthy," Yami said worriedly.
"Ew... who'd want to be obsessed with you!?" Bakura's eyes met Yami's quick glare. "Um... that's another matter. I really don't feel like dealing with her friendship speeches either. It doesn't seem like she knows it's us yet." Anzu broke into a faster walk and tried to wave to them, having just noticed Bakura.
"Okay, now she has," Yami said. "What do we do??"
"Pretend we haven't noticed her yet."
"You do know she's almost indefinitely going to come sit next to us, or more specifically, me, right? How are we supposed to solve that problem?" Yami asked anxiously. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Anzu was at the end of their row and was trying to catch his attention.
"I can only think of one thing that could drive her away in this situation," Bakura said. "Just go along with me, okay?"
"Okay..." Yami said hesitantly, sort of curious as to what the former thief had in mind.
Bakura leaned over and pulled Yami into a sudden kiss. Startled, Yami's first instinct was to pull away, scream hysterically, and run from the theatre. Bakura had seemingly already anticipated this, however, and had a firm grip on Yami's shoulder to prevent him from going anywhere. After what seemed like an extremely long time, Bakura broke off the kiss and whispered, "Is she still there?"
Yami, still quite perturbed, blinked a few times to regain his composure and glanced around in time to see Anzu walking toward the door of the theatre. "Um... it... worked," he replied.
"I figured it would," Bakura said. He sat back and tried to watch the movie, but failed miserably by getting lost in his own thoughts. Although he didn't show it as much as Yami, he was also flustered by what had just happened. What's more, he had actually liked the experience. However, the spirit of the ring's thoughts came to a halt when Yami leaned his head on Bakura's shoulder and let out a sigh of content.
Bakura looked at him with a look of utter disbelief on his face. Yami cringed and waited for some sort of sharp object to come in contact with his head. It never came, however, since Bakura just smiled and wrapped his arm around the other, pulling him closer.
"Did you forsee this happening, Bakura?" Yami asked quietly.
"Shut up, I'm trying to watch a movie."
Meh... there we go. I really do need to improve on my... er.. everything. Especially endings. Blech. I've actually got ideas (*gasp!*) for this story... so even if I go idle for a long time, it doesn't mean I've given up. It just means I'm lazy. Then you have my permission to poke me with these plastic spoons. *hands them out to all* Again, thanks for all the reviews and such. Keep sending them in. :3 It makes me happy. XD