Ok, chapter 6!
And thank you Cettie-girl for reviewing again!
This was story was originally only going to be a one-shot, but I decided to leave it open for continuation, and now I have 6 chapters! Well, I was gonna write until it was finished anyway, but I wasn't sure if I was gonna post it.
Warnings: Yaoi will become more active in this chapter, or at least I will attempt to make it so. A little violence too.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you have heard of in this story, except the plot and the jokes. THEY'RE MINE, I TELL YOU! -MINE-! Don't own Yu-Gi- Oh, Get On My Level (Eva Eva), or Get Low.
Notes: Kinda towards the end of this chapter Bakura loses the hyperness that I've been writing him with, and becomes more quiet and serious. I hope that doesn't ruin it for anyone. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, and I really hope you guys enjoy it.
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Chapter 6: Dreaming of a White Christmas
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"Three six nine! Damn you're fine! Girl, let me take it to ya one more time, get low! Get low get low get low get low get low get low! To the windoooooow! To the wall! Til the sweat drop down my--"
What? Never heard a guy sing before?
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Bakura sang 'Get Low' as he bustled around, setting up for the arrival of the infamous assassin, Claws. Ryou was upstairs getting ready to go to the Bread Company.
"Ah, skee skee mother--Cookies, set out! Ah, skee skee, god--Cheese, check!" After Bakura set out the milk and added the finishing touches, Ryou came down.
"And we all like to see those--Took you long enough!--workin," Bakura complained. Ryou blushed.
"Well, I had to get ready. . . ." Ryou trailed off.
"Why? Who's gonna be there?" asked Bakura suspisciously, relieving Ryou of his 'melodious' voice for a moment. Had he let something slip?
"You never know," said Ryou, his blush deepening. Bakura secretly smirked, but didn't comment.
This would have been the perfect time to taunt Ryou, but he didn't want to accidentally say something he shouldn't and make the date-to-be awkward for his Hikari and Yugi.
"Whatever. Come on, let's go!" said Bakura, quickly ushering Ryou out of the house before he would be late, -or- notice any of the, um, -improvements- Bakura had made to the decorations. He wasn't sure if their plastic Santa was really supposed to be sporting a bling, chains, Sharpie tattoos, and a gun.
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Ryou sighed happily, breathing in the smells as they entered the St. Louis Bread Company.
Bakura discreetly scanned the room for the Pharoah and his brat, and spotted them over in a booth by the fireplace.
After he and Ryou had bought a hot chocolate and a bagel apiece, he tried to look as if he had only just noticed them.
"Hey, Ryou! Look! There's Yugi and Yami--erm, the moron and the midget! Uh, how dare they come here right when we're trying to spend some quality time together!" said Bakura uncomfortably, -and- rather unconvincingly, I might add. Ryou didn't seem to notice, however, and smiled.
The blush was back. Bakura barely restrained himself from flashing a smug look in Yami's direction.
"Bakura, how about we go say hi?" Ryou suggested happily. "We can sit with them, after all, Christmas is a time to spend with those you love! Er, I mean, are friends with!" he stuttered embarrassedly.
Bakura inwardly rolled his eyes. Could Ryou make it any less obvious? Outwardly, however, he let out a fake growl and a 'hmph', then consented. This was -way- too easy. It must have been his highly intelligent mind, he decided.
As they approached the table, Yami looked up and flashed Bakura an impatient look.
What? It wasn't as if they were late or anything. Which, in actuality, they weren't for once.
"Hi Yugi!" chirped Ryou.
"Hey, Ryou! Surprise seeing -you- here!" said Yugi, noticing them.
"Yeah, my yami just insisted we come! He even got me gift certificates!" said Ryou, looking at Bakura fondly. Yugi smiled.
"So did mine! Must be a yami thing," he said. "Hey, why don't you come sit and eat with us?" he suggested. Ryou positively beamed.
"I'd love to!" And without another look toward Bakura, he sat down across from Yugi and soon became engrossed in conversation.
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After about 15 minutes of being ignored, Bakura got fed up (-and- tired of standing) and loudly stated that he was going to the bathroom. Ryou simply waved his hand to acknowledge that he had heard Bakura and given his permission. Bakura huffed, and, after sending a meaningful look toward Yami, headed off toward the direction off the bathrooms.
Once Ryou could no longer see him, he made a sharp right and went out the doors.
Yami joined him a few minutes later, only to find him singing.
"Get on my level! What?! Get on my level! What?! Get on my level!"
"Stop!" Yami bellowed. Bakura jumped.
"Jeez, warn me next time, why don't you?!" he huffed, a bit miffed that his perfect and acutely keen ears had failed to pick up the sound of Yami approaching.
In reality, he had been too busy daydreaming about a certain Pharoah to notice much else.
"Well?" asked Yami impatiently. "You said we were going to watch! What are we doing out -here-?!" He was obviously just as cold as Bakura was.
Bakura 'tsk'ed. "Do you really not pay that much attention to me? I said we -weren't- watching Ryou and Yugi! They're boring! Instead, we're going on a stakeout," said Bakura excitedly. Yami raised an eyebrow.
"A stakeout?" asked Yami. "Bakura, who in Ra's name are we going to -watch- for?!"
Bakura's smile grew wider.
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Ryou and Yugi finally were able to stop laughing at the stories they were telling about their yamis.
"Hey," said Yugi, looking around. "Where did they go, anyway?" Ryou also looked around.
"I don't know." He smiled. "The link's blocked off. I'm betting they ditched us. I think they like each other." They both giggled at the funny but cute mental picture, then sat in comfortable silence.
Ryou suddenly looked down, blushing.
"What is it?" asked Yugi.
"Well," said Ryou softly and hesitantly. "As long as Bakura's gone, there's. . . . um. . . . uh. . . ." Yugi laughed good-naturedly.
"What is it, Ryou? You know you can tell me anything." Inwardly, Ryou smiled. 'I know.' He looked back up, his blush deeper than ever.
"Yugi, there's something I want you to know. . . ."
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Yami put his head in his hands for the umpteenth time that night.
"I take it back. Let's go watch Ryou and Yugi. YOU ARE -INSANE-!" he said exasperatedly. Bakura smiled brightly.
"It's what I do."
Yami's head returned to resting on his palms as he rubbed his temples.
"How do you even know he comes out the -fireplace-?" Bakura shrugged.
"Ryou told me. Besides, behind the couch was one of the -more- comfortable places to hide!" Yami gaped.
"It get's -worse- than cramped against you and this disgusting wallpaper?"
"Well, there's always outside on the -roof-, if you--" Bakura started, but Yami held his hand up.
"Point proved. Shut up now." Bakura frowned.
"Why do you do that?" he asked quietly.
"Do what?" asked Yami, thrown by the question.
[A/N Um, yeah, here I was in a darker mood when I was writing it, so there's a big change, and if you're not in the right mood it will seem out of place. . . .]
"Look down on me. Despise me."
"Huh?" said Yami, bewildered.
"Why do you hate me so much?!" cried Bakura.
Wait a minute.
Cried?
"-Re-wind," stated Yami. "-You- were the one that hated -me- in the first place!" he said indignantly.
"Only because you sealed me in that Ra-forsaken Ring!" Bakura said, temper quickly rising. Yami blanched. He was bringing -this- up after 5000 years?!
"Ra, aren't you -over- that yet?!" he asked. Bakura hissed.
"You expect me to just -get over- it?! Yami, you ruined my very -soul-!" He saw a thin layer of water cover Bakura's eyes. Instead of feeling compassion for the theif, however, Yami growled at him.
"Well -you- had to go and ruin my father's -tomb-!" said Yami, his own temper rapidly catching up to Bakura's. "I mean, yeah, he was an evil guy and all, but he was still my -father-, and. . . and you. . . you had to go and destroy my last memory of him!" Yami choked.
Bakura's eyes watered farther, even though no tears escaped. He tried to be strong as wave after wave of emotions unsettled for centuries rose within him.
5000 years, and just -now- they were getting to this conversation. He had ached for far too long, and was finally sick of it all.
"Ha! You think -you- got the worse hand in this?! Your -father- killed off my -entire family-!" he shouted, even though he was less than a foot away from Yami.
"That wasn't my fault!" Yami yelled back.
"Well it wasn't mine either!"
"I never said it was in the first place!"
"He didn't have to go and do that to -us-!"
"It was either you or -honorable- people!"
"Oh, so now I'm completely worthless, am I?!"
"I never said that!"
"You -implied- it!"
"Oh, just -shut- -up-!" Yami yelled.
"Not until you forget about your -stupid- -dad-!" Bakura snapped venomously.
"Never!" Yami cried, shocked at how one-sided that stupid tomb robber's feelings were. How could he -say- such a thing?! "You know what?!" he screamed.
He had finally cracked.
"WHAT?!" screeched Bakura.
"He was right!" Yami roared. "HE WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG! YOU -ARE- WORTHLESS! -NOW GET OFF ME-!"
He pulled his fist back as much as the space behind the couch would allow, then sent it hurling toward Bakura, using his Puzzle to give him extra strength.
SMACK!
Bakura flew back out from behind the couch and landed with a sickening thud in front of the Christmas tree.
Everything was silent, save Yami's ragged breaths, and the sound of him standing up.
Bakura appeared dazed, and gently brought his fingers up to touch the cut on his chin.
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It -hurts-.
It -actually- -hurts-.
It hurts. . . . so badly.
Not the cut, of course. I've suffered much worse, and my Millenium Ring will heal it soon enough.
What hurts is. . . . what Yami said to me.
That I am worthless in his eyes.
. . . . . . . . . It feels like someone has just ripped my heart in two and put lemon juice on it.
It shouldn't feel like this. I shouldn't even -care- what he thinks.
Right?
Or. . . . do I. . . .?
Ra.
I think I might actually -love- him.
Screw that, I -know- I love him. It's not just lust. . . . I don't even know if it ever -was-.
And I don't think it even matters anymore.
No! Come on Bakura! Be strong! Just like you have had to be for thousands of years! You have walls as thick as -diamonds- around your heart!
. . . . . . . . . They just shattered.
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A tear slid down Bakura's cheek as Yami stared down at him.
The Pharoah's face became hot, his eyes burned with tears, and he didn't even think he knew why.
But deep down, he did.
"Damn you, Bakura. . . . DAMN YOU!" he screamed as tears came cascading forth to flow in a river down his cheeks. He threw himself on top of Bakura and began to wring his neck.
Bakura just watch him silently, two more tears slipping out. He stayed limp.
"You are the most -worthless-," PUNCH! "-Pitiful-," SLAP! "-Uncivilized-," SMACK! "-Sorry- excuse for a human being I have ever -met-!" cried Yami, enraged. "AND YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE?!"
Bakura looked Yami straight into the eyes. It was as if time had frozen for a split second, and then the tomb robber's eyes overflooded.
"W. . . what, Yami?" he asked, voice hoarse and cracking with emotion.
Yami just stared at him for a moment, then suddenly broke into the kindest, happiest, gentlest smile anyone has ever seen, eyes still wet with tears clinging to his lashes.
"I love you."
Then, without another word, he leaned down and kissed Bakura like there was no tomorrow.
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[A/N ^_^ The end! Yeah, I was feeling kind of demented, so. . . . Actually, just because it's Christmas, I wrote a little extra chapter thing (be warned, I can really ruin a moment!) (-and- reinstate it, though). And if people want me to, I'll write an epilogue about Christmas Day, and it will be your regular old humor from Bakura's point of view. Only this time there'll be some fluff, too. ^_~ And don't forget about sidestories! I'm really sorry I didn't get this out on Christmas Day, but Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone anyway. -^_^-]
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Ryou quietly entered his home, a gigantic stupid smile plastered onto his face (that may have had something to do with Yugi right behind him, holding his hand). His hair was a little messed up from their earlier activities (for which they had been 'escorted' out of the restaurant), but otherwise he figured Bakura had nothing to suspect.
He was quietly padding upstairs with Yugi (for a -sleepover-) when he remembered that he still had to put out the presents for Bakura. He told Yugi this.
"Just wait up for me, ok?" he whispered.
"Nah, I'll help you!" Yugi replied brightly. Ryou nodded. He went to the laundry room (the only place Bakura never bothered to enter and mess up) and retrieved the gifts with Yugi, then went into the family room to place them under the tree.
When he entered, he let out a small breath.
Yami and Bakura were laying in each other's arms under the tree, peaceful expressions upon each of their faces.
They were still clothed, but evidently the heat had gone up for a little while, judging by the factors that Bakura had his leg wrapped around Yami, Yami was pressing himself flush against Bakura, and their hands had not yet returned from where they had been exploring.
Ryou sighed softly. The soft glow from the multicolored lights on the tree made it seem so magical.
He and Yugi finished setting out the presents. Yugi turned to go upstairs, but Ryou stopped him.
"One thing left!" He went over to the fireplace and started to eat the cookies and drink the milk laid out for Santa. After he finished those, he also saw a large block of cheese. Laughing quietly to himself, he went to put it back in the fridge. As soon as he picked it up, however,--
SPROING!
"AAAH!"
A net flew out of nowhere, entrapping him and pinning him against the wall.
"What the--?"
"DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!" An alarm somewhere in the house (sounded like Bakura's room) went off incessantly.
Bakura immediately jolted awake and whipped out a dagger, sharply turning to Ryou, and poising to throw in one fluid motion.
They stared at each other for a moment, and then Ryou exploded.
"-YOU RIGGED THE CHEESE-?!" Yugi burst out laughing. Yami, who had just woken up, looked around wildly.
"Huh?"
Bakura's eyes went wide and he quickly hid his knife behind his back.
"Heh heh. . . . -Ryou-! What a surprise seeing. . . -you-. . . here!" he chuckled nervously. Ryou had steam pouring out of his ears.
"YOU WERE GOING TO TRY AND KIDNAP SANTA CLAUSE, WERE'NT YOU?!" he screamed at his yami. Bakura winced.
"Ryou, he was a -menace-. . . ." the tomb robber pleaded, quickly freeing Ryou from the ropes.
"He doesn't exist!" revealed Ryou exasperatedly. Bakura's mouth dropped open.
"-What-?!"
"*Sigh* Never mind." Ryou smiled. "I see you and Yami worked through your differences, no?" Bakura blushed and pulled Yami into his lap on the couch.
"Sure did." He kissed Yami full on the lips. The former Pharoah also had a blush painting his cheeks when they pulled back for air.
Bakura surveyed Ryou and Yugi.
"And how did you guys turn out?" he asked, skeptically and hopefully at the same time. Ryou copied Bakura's earlier actions, pulling Yugi onto the couch and kissing him.
"Same as you," he said, smiling. Bakura let out a relieved exhale.
"Merry Christmas, Ryou." Ryou blinked.
"But you already gave. . . . wait a minute, you two set us up!" he declared. Yami smiled slyly and cuddled closer to Bakura, relishing his warmth.
"It was -his- idea."
Yugi stared at his yami.
"When. . . Why. . .How did. . . .?" He fumbled with trying to find the right words for a moment, then gave it up. "Thank you so much Yami." He beamed at his darker half, who smiled back.
"Only for you, Yugi." he said softly. Bakura cleared his throat huffily. Yami laughed and hugged him. "Alright, for you too!"
Bakura smiled. "I was joking." He turned toward Ryou. "You know what? I changed my mind. This is better than presents! You were right," he admitted.
Now -there- was something you didn't hear every day.
Ryou smiled.
/Thank you./
And they just sat and stared at the tree in magical silence for hours afterward.
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Sigh.
So -this- is what Christmas was all about.
And Santa Claws doesn't exist.
All that work for nothing.
Well. . . . (I looked down at Yami, gently snoozing in my arms). . . not nothing.
My eyelids began to droop, and the multicolored lights began to blur.
Somewhere off in the distance, I thought I could hear sleighbells. . . . . Nah. It's probably just my imagination.
One eyelid closed.
Looks like it's finally time for me to turn in.
Mmmm. . . . . Hey, you know what?
. . . . . . . .Maybe winter isn't so bad after -all-. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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And thank you Cettie-girl for reviewing again!
This was story was originally only going to be a one-shot, but I decided to leave it open for continuation, and now I have 6 chapters! Well, I was gonna write until it was finished anyway, but I wasn't sure if I was gonna post it.
Warnings: Yaoi will become more active in this chapter, or at least I will attempt to make it so. A little violence too.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you have heard of in this story, except the plot and the jokes. THEY'RE MINE, I TELL YOU! -MINE-! Don't own Yu-Gi- Oh, Get On My Level (Eva Eva), or Get Low.
Notes: Kinda towards the end of this chapter Bakura loses the hyperness that I've been writing him with, and becomes more quiet and serious. I hope that doesn't ruin it for anyone. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, and I really hope you guys enjoy it.
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Chapter 6: Dreaming of a White Christmas
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"Three six nine! Damn you're fine! Girl, let me take it to ya one more time, get low! Get low get low get low get low get low get low! To the windoooooow! To the wall! Til the sweat drop down my--"
What? Never heard a guy sing before?
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Bakura sang 'Get Low' as he bustled around, setting up for the arrival of the infamous assassin, Claws. Ryou was upstairs getting ready to go to the Bread Company.
"Ah, skee skee mother--Cookies, set out! Ah, skee skee, god--Cheese, check!" After Bakura set out the milk and added the finishing touches, Ryou came down.
"And we all like to see those--Took you long enough!--workin," Bakura complained. Ryou blushed.
"Well, I had to get ready. . . ." Ryou trailed off.
"Why? Who's gonna be there?" asked Bakura suspisciously, relieving Ryou of his 'melodious' voice for a moment. Had he let something slip?
"You never know," said Ryou, his blush deepening. Bakura secretly smirked, but didn't comment.
This would have been the perfect time to taunt Ryou, but he didn't want to accidentally say something he shouldn't and make the date-to-be awkward for his Hikari and Yugi.
"Whatever. Come on, let's go!" said Bakura, quickly ushering Ryou out of the house before he would be late, -or- notice any of the, um, -improvements- Bakura had made to the decorations. He wasn't sure if their plastic Santa was really supposed to be sporting a bling, chains, Sharpie tattoos, and a gun.
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Ryou sighed happily, breathing in the smells as they entered the St. Louis Bread Company.
Bakura discreetly scanned the room for the Pharoah and his brat, and spotted them over in a booth by the fireplace.
After he and Ryou had bought a hot chocolate and a bagel apiece, he tried to look as if he had only just noticed them.
"Hey, Ryou! Look! There's Yugi and Yami--erm, the moron and the midget! Uh, how dare they come here right when we're trying to spend some quality time together!" said Bakura uncomfortably, -and- rather unconvincingly, I might add. Ryou didn't seem to notice, however, and smiled.
The blush was back. Bakura barely restrained himself from flashing a smug look in Yami's direction.
"Bakura, how about we go say hi?" Ryou suggested happily. "We can sit with them, after all, Christmas is a time to spend with those you love! Er, I mean, are friends with!" he stuttered embarrassedly.
Bakura inwardly rolled his eyes. Could Ryou make it any less obvious? Outwardly, however, he let out a fake growl and a 'hmph', then consented. This was -way- too easy. It must have been his highly intelligent mind, he decided.
As they approached the table, Yami looked up and flashed Bakura an impatient look.
What? It wasn't as if they were late or anything. Which, in actuality, they weren't for once.
"Hi Yugi!" chirped Ryou.
"Hey, Ryou! Surprise seeing -you- here!" said Yugi, noticing them.
"Yeah, my yami just insisted we come! He even got me gift certificates!" said Ryou, looking at Bakura fondly. Yugi smiled.
"So did mine! Must be a yami thing," he said. "Hey, why don't you come sit and eat with us?" he suggested. Ryou positively beamed.
"I'd love to!" And without another look toward Bakura, he sat down across from Yugi and soon became engrossed in conversation.
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After about 15 minutes of being ignored, Bakura got fed up (-and- tired of standing) and loudly stated that he was going to the bathroom. Ryou simply waved his hand to acknowledge that he had heard Bakura and given his permission. Bakura huffed, and, after sending a meaningful look toward Yami, headed off toward the direction off the bathrooms.
Once Ryou could no longer see him, he made a sharp right and went out the doors.
Yami joined him a few minutes later, only to find him singing.
"Get on my level! What?! Get on my level! What?! Get on my level!"
"Stop!" Yami bellowed. Bakura jumped.
"Jeez, warn me next time, why don't you?!" he huffed, a bit miffed that his perfect and acutely keen ears had failed to pick up the sound of Yami approaching.
In reality, he had been too busy daydreaming about a certain Pharoah to notice much else.
"Well?" asked Yami impatiently. "You said we were going to watch! What are we doing out -here-?!" He was obviously just as cold as Bakura was.
Bakura 'tsk'ed. "Do you really not pay that much attention to me? I said we -weren't- watching Ryou and Yugi! They're boring! Instead, we're going on a stakeout," said Bakura excitedly. Yami raised an eyebrow.
"A stakeout?" asked Yami. "Bakura, who in Ra's name are we going to -watch- for?!"
Bakura's smile grew wider.
"SANTA CLAWS."
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Ryou and Yugi finally were able to stop laughing at the stories they were telling about their yamis.
"Hey," said Yugi, looking around. "Where did they go, anyway?" Ryou also looked around.
"I don't know." He smiled. "The link's blocked off. I'm betting they ditched us. I think they like each other." They both giggled at the funny but cute mental picture, then sat in comfortable silence.
Ryou suddenly looked down, blushing.
"What is it?" asked Yugi.
"Well," said Ryou softly and hesitantly. "As long as Bakura's gone, there's. . . . um. . . . uh. . . ." Yugi laughed good-naturedly.
"What is it, Ryou? You know you can tell me anything." Inwardly, Ryou smiled. 'I know.' He looked back up, his blush deeper than ever.
"Yugi, there's something I want you to know. . . ."
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Yami put his head in his hands for the umpteenth time that night.
"I take it back. Let's go watch Ryou and Yugi. YOU ARE -INSANE-!" he said exasperatedly. Bakura smiled brightly.
"It's what I do."
Yami's head returned to resting on his palms as he rubbed his temples.
"How do you even know he comes out the -fireplace-?" Bakura shrugged.
"Ryou told me. Besides, behind the couch was one of the -more- comfortable places to hide!" Yami gaped.
"It get's -worse- than cramped against you and this disgusting wallpaper?"
"Well, there's always outside on the -roof-, if you--" Bakura started, but Yami held his hand up.
"Point proved. Shut up now." Bakura frowned.
"Why do you do that?" he asked quietly.
"Do what?" asked Yami, thrown by the question.
[A/N Um, yeah, here I was in a darker mood when I was writing it, so there's a big change, and if you're not in the right mood it will seem out of place. . . .]
"Look down on me. Despise me."
"Huh?" said Yami, bewildered.
"Why do you hate me so much?!" cried Bakura.
Wait a minute.
Cried?
"-Re-wind," stated Yami. "-You- were the one that hated -me- in the first place!" he said indignantly.
"Only because you sealed me in that Ra-forsaken Ring!" Bakura said, temper quickly rising. Yami blanched. He was bringing -this- up after 5000 years?!
"Ra, aren't you -over- that yet?!" he asked. Bakura hissed.
"You expect me to just -get over- it?! Yami, you ruined my very -soul-!" He saw a thin layer of water cover Bakura's eyes. Instead of feeling compassion for the theif, however, Yami growled at him.
"Well -you- had to go and ruin my father's -tomb-!" said Yami, his own temper rapidly catching up to Bakura's. "I mean, yeah, he was an evil guy and all, but he was still my -father-, and. . . and you. . . you had to go and destroy my last memory of him!" Yami choked.
Bakura's eyes watered farther, even though no tears escaped. He tried to be strong as wave after wave of emotions unsettled for centuries rose within him.
5000 years, and just -now- they were getting to this conversation. He had ached for far too long, and was finally sick of it all.
"Ha! You think -you- got the worse hand in this?! Your -father- killed off my -entire family-!" he shouted, even though he was less than a foot away from Yami.
"That wasn't my fault!" Yami yelled back.
"Well it wasn't mine either!"
"I never said it was in the first place!"
"He didn't have to go and do that to -us-!"
"It was either you or -honorable- people!"
"Oh, so now I'm completely worthless, am I?!"
"I never said that!"
"You -implied- it!"
"Oh, just -shut- -up-!" Yami yelled.
"Not until you forget about your -stupid- -dad-!" Bakura snapped venomously.
"Never!" Yami cried, shocked at how one-sided that stupid tomb robber's feelings were. How could he -say- such a thing?! "You know what?!" he screamed.
He had finally cracked.
"WHAT?!" screeched Bakura.
"He was right!" Yami roared. "HE WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG! YOU -ARE- WORTHLESS! -NOW GET OFF ME-!"
He pulled his fist back as much as the space behind the couch would allow, then sent it hurling toward Bakura, using his Puzzle to give him extra strength.
SMACK!
Bakura flew back out from behind the couch and landed with a sickening thud in front of the Christmas tree.
Everything was silent, save Yami's ragged breaths, and the sound of him standing up.
Bakura appeared dazed, and gently brought his fingers up to touch the cut on his chin.
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It -hurts-.
It -actually- -hurts-.
It hurts. . . . so badly.
Not the cut, of course. I've suffered much worse, and my Millenium Ring will heal it soon enough.
What hurts is. . . . what Yami said to me.
That I am worthless in his eyes.
. . . . . . . . . It feels like someone has just ripped my heart in two and put lemon juice on it.
It shouldn't feel like this. I shouldn't even -care- what he thinks.
Right?
Or. . . . do I. . . .?
Ra.
I think I might actually -love- him.
Screw that, I -know- I love him. It's not just lust. . . . I don't even know if it ever -was-.
And I don't think it even matters anymore.
No! Come on Bakura! Be strong! Just like you have had to be for thousands of years! You have walls as thick as -diamonds- around your heart!
. . . . . . . . . They just shattered.
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A tear slid down Bakura's cheek as Yami stared down at him.
The Pharoah's face became hot, his eyes burned with tears, and he didn't even think he knew why.
But deep down, he did.
"Damn you, Bakura. . . . DAMN YOU!" he screamed as tears came cascading forth to flow in a river down his cheeks. He threw himself on top of Bakura and began to wring his neck.
Bakura just watch him silently, two more tears slipping out. He stayed limp.
"You are the most -worthless-," PUNCH! "-Pitiful-," SLAP! "-Uncivilized-," SMACK! "-Sorry- excuse for a human being I have ever -met-!" cried Yami, enraged. "AND YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE?!"
Bakura looked Yami straight into the eyes. It was as if time had frozen for a split second, and then the tomb robber's eyes overflooded.
"W. . . what, Yami?" he asked, voice hoarse and cracking with emotion.
Yami just stared at him for a moment, then suddenly broke into the kindest, happiest, gentlest smile anyone has ever seen, eyes still wet with tears clinging to his lashes.
"I love you."
Then, without another word, he leaned down and kissed Bakura like there was no tomorrow.
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[A/N ^_^ The end! Yeah, I was feeling kind of demented, so. . . . Actually, just because it's Christmas, I wrote a little extra chapter thing (be warned, I can really ruin a moment!) (-and- reinstate it, though). And if people want me to, I'll write an epilogue about Christmas Day, and it will be your regular old humor from Bakura's point of view. Only this time there'll be some fluff, too. ^_~ And don't forget about sidestories! I'm really sorry I didn't get this out on Christmas Day, but Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone anyway. -^_^-]
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Ryou quietly entered his home, a gigantic stupid smile plastered onto his face (that may have had something to do with Yugi right behind him, holding his hand). His hair was a little messed up from their earlier activities (for which they had been 'escorted' out of the restaurant), but otherwise he figured Bakura had nothing to suspect.
He was quietly padding upstairs with Yugi (for a -sleepover-) when he remembered that he still had to put out the presents for Bakura. He told Yugi this.
"Just wait up for me, ok?" he whispered.
"Nah, I'll help you!" Yugi replied brightly. Ryou nodded. He went to the laundry room (the only place Bakura never bothered to enter and mess up) and retrieved the gifts with Yugi, then went into the family room to place them under the tree.
When he entered, he let out a small breath.
Yami and Bakura were laying in each other's arms under the tree, peaceful expressions upon each of their faces.
They were still clothed, but evidently the heat had gone up for a little while, judging by the factors that Bakura had his leg wrapped around Yami, Yami was pressing himself flush against Bakura, and their hands had not yet returned from where they had been exploring.
Ryou sighed softly. The soft glow from the multicolored lights on the tree made it seem so magical.
He and Yugi finished setting out the presents. Yugi turned to go upstairs, but Ryou stopped him.
"One thing left!" He went over to the fireplace and started to eat the cookies and drink the milk laid out for Santa. After he finished those, he also saw a large block of cheese. Laughing quietly to himself, he went to put it back in the fridge. As soon as he picked it up, however,--
SPROING!
"AAAH!"
A net flew out of nowhere, entrapping him and pinning him against the wall.
"What the--?"
"DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!" An alarm somewhere in the house (sounded like Bakura's room) went off incessantly.
Bakura immediately jolted awake and whipped out a dagger, sharply turning to Ryou, and poising to throw in one fluid motion.
They stared at each other for a moment, and then Ryou exploded.
"-YOU RIGGED THE CHEESE-?!" Yugi burst out laughing. Yami, who had just woken up, looked around wildly.
"Huh?"
Bakura's eyes went wide and he quickly hid his knife behind his back.
"Heh heh. . . . -Ryou-! What a surprise seeing. . . -you-. . . here!" he chuckled nervously. Ryou had steam pouring out of his ears.
"YOU WERE GOING TO TRY AND KIDNAP SANTA CLAUSE, WERE'NT YOU?!" he screamed at his yami. Bakura winced.
"Ryou, he was a -menace-. . . ." the tomb robber pleaded, quickly freeing Ryou from the ropes.
"He doesn't exist!" revealed Ryou exasperatedly. Bakura's mouth dropped open.
"-What-?!"
"*Sigh* Never mind." Ryou smiled. "I see you and Yami worked through your differences, no?" Bakura blushed and pulled Yami into his lap on the couch.
"Sure did." He kissed Yami full on the lips. The former Pharoah also had a blush painting his cheeks when they pulled back for air.
Bakura surveyed Ryou and Yugi.
"And how did you guys turn out?" he asked, skeptically and hopefully at the same time. Ryou copied Bakura's earlier actions, pulling Yugi onto the couch and kissing him.
"Same as you," he said, smiling. Bakura let out a relieved exhale.
"Merry Christmas, Ryou." Ryou blinked.
"But you already gave. . . . wait a minute, you two set us up!" he declared. Yami smiled slyly and cuddled closer to Bakura, relishing his warmth.
"It was -his- idea."
Yugi stared at his yami.
"When. . . Why. . .How did. . . .?" He fumbled with trying to find the right words for a moment, then gave it up. "Thank you so much Yami." He beamed at his darker half, who smiled back.
"Only for you, Yugi." he said softly. Bakura cleared his throat huffily. Yami laughed and hugged him. "Alright, for you too!"
Bakura smiled. "I was joking." He turned toward Ryou. "You know what? I changed my mind. This is better than presents! You were right," he admitted.
Now -there- was something you didn't hear every day.
Ryou smiled.
/Thank you./
And they just sat and stared at the tree in magical silence for hours afterward.
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Sigh.
So -this- is what Christmas was all about.
And Santa Claws doesn't exist.
All that work for nothing.
Well. . . . (I looked down at Yami, gently snoozing in my arms). . . not nothing.
My eyelids began to droop, and the multicolored lights began to blur.
Somewhere off in the distance, I thought I could hear sleighbells. . . . . Nah. It's probably just my imagination.
One eyelid closed.
Looks like it's finally time for me to turn in.
Mmmm. . . . . Hey, you know what?
. . . . . . . .Maybe winter isn't so bad after -all-. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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