A/N: And now, a musical interlude…
Guess who's back? Back again…Orangey's back! Tell a friend! Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back? I've created a monster 'cause nobody wants to see Anzu no more, they want yaoi, she's chopped liver. Well if you want yaoi, this what I'll give ya, a little bit'o smut mixed with some hard humor. Some yaoi that'll jump start my heart quicker-
Youji: Orange-sama!!
OGE: I just can't help myself! :3
Youji: Muse for rent…? Somebody wanna buy me? Please?
OGE: Chikushoume, you people are demanding. Seven of you have already sent me mean letters, and more of you want my blood. Well, I've been busy. Plenty of graduations, still got tests to take and summer school! WHAT DO YOU PEOPLE WANT?????!!!!! I'M DANCING AS FAST AS I CAN!!!!!!!!! .
Youji: Poor Orange-sama…
Yami crumpled the note in his hands in anger. He settled on getting rid of it, but then he decided against it. He put it in his pocket and was about to throw the flowers away, but Seto was coming up the stairs. Thinking quickly, he put them in a vase over in the corner.
He was sitting on the bed in just his leather pants when Seto entered with his desired items. The blue-eyed CEO had a bowl of strawberries, a smaller bowl of lukewarm chocolate, and a can of whipped cream under his arm.
He set them all on the nightstand. " Is this everything?"
Yami almost completely forgot about the note and flowers when Seto walked in with his condiments. Seeing his Blue Eyes always made him happy. He still looked a little sleepy from his small nap. Yami was going to have to get him to go back to sleep if his plan was going to work without his koi finding out.
" Ra Yami can't you wait until I at least get my jacket off?"
" You're taking too long for my tastes koi, besides, I don't want your jacket, I want you!!"
" Oi!! Untie me Yami! Let me go!"
" But you look so delicious as a tied up uke!"
" Baka Pharaoh…Oi! Your hands are cold!!"
" What do you want from me, it's cold outside! Now stop squirming you're messing up my aim!"
" That better be whipped cream you're getting on me!"
Well, that shouldn't pose so much a problem, ne?
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Yami sat down in the living room and put the phone back on the charger. He was on his way. It was a good thing Seto was asleep for this. If he knew who were coming he'd lose it and probably have a heart attack. Though the wearing him out part was fun. ^_^
He looked at the note again. He couldn't recognize the writing as anyone he knew. He hated to suspect his friends, but they didn't approve of him and Seto being together. Especially Tea.
But the handwriting wasn't hers. As far as he could tell, it wasn't anyone's. It looked like a three-year-old wrote the note.
He was about to speculate further when he sensed the arrival of his visitor. He went over to the door and opened it before the person on the other side could ring the doorbell or knock on the door.
" Tomb Robber."
" Pharaoh."
Bakura walked into the small house with a nod of acknowledgement to Yami. Said Pharaoh only offered a nod in return. He walked towards the living room and sat down in front of the fish tank. Yami 'humph'ed and shut the door.
It was an uneasy agreement. After all, Bakura had admitted to lusting after his Blue Eyes for quite some time. When he and Seto were a secret, he could practically feel the lust radiating off the Tomb Robber whenever Seto was around or his name came up. He was only too happy to hear Yami needed his help with Seto.
But that only lasted until he heard what had been happening lately. Someone was stalking the beautiful Blue Eyes and annoying the Pharaoh besides him? Who did this person think they were, him? Well needless to say, the Tomb Robber had been less than thrilled to hear about Seto's condition. No was supposed to be trying to steal Seto away and get rid of the Pharaoh but him!
Bakura continued to look at the fish tank when Yami came over to where he was and sat in a chair. " So, what else do you have?"
" Flowers and a poem that warns me of my impending death." Yami handed him the note that was attached to the flowers.
The Tomb Robber looked over the note and then chuckled a little. Yami's eye twitched. He didn't have time for Bakura to push his buttons. " Well?"
Bakura sensed Yami's irritation and folded the note back to give it to him. " Where is the my priest anyway?"
" You didn't answer me."
" I'll answer your question when you answer mine Pharaoh." The Tomb Robber reclined in his slouched position on the couch and closed his eyes.
Yami was just inclined to smash Bakura's face into the thick glass of the fish tank until he told him what he wanted to know. But retained his urge and clenched his fist. " Upstairs asleep."
" You tired him out before I got here. Aw, I wanted to hear him moaning and writhing under me."
He knew that was an attempt to irritate him. He rolled his shoulders a little in an effort to keep from sending Bakura through the fish tank and out the side of the house. " You've had you're fun. Now answer me or you're going to be moaning and writhing under me and it WON'T be from pleasure!"
One brown eye slid open and regarded him carefully before its twin followed suit. " There is no way to tell whose handwriting this is. The person who wrote it did so with the opposite hand they normally write with. So they aren't ambidextrous if that's anything."
" Not much to go on, but it is something."
" How do you know that this stalker isn't me?"
" Because you wouldn't waste time sending idle notes and flowers. You would just go after him and run me over with your motorcycle. Not that it would work, but you'd still try."
Bakura smirked at the thought of running Yami over. " Humph. I'd be a little more original than that. But the problem now is how is this person getting in and how do they know you? "
Yami shrugged. Not many people knew the real story behind Yugi and himself. They just thought they were brothers. This person sure knew their information to call him 'spirit'. Was this someone they knew?
" Could it be someone we know?"
" Who would be stupid enough to come after MY priest Pharaoh?"
" Now you listen here Tomb Robber, Seto Kaiba is mine! M-I-N-E! MINE! Soon-to-be Seto Mutou. Not Seto Bakura! You put your hands on my beautiful love and I'll cut ya into 50 pieces and mail you to every United State!!"
" Is that a threat? What if I were to go up there right now and ravish him senseless? Do you think he'd scream for me? Maybe you should call the police, I might break and enter him."
" Don't worry, I'm sure the police are on their way."
" How would you know?"
" Because I'm about to break and enter your HEAD!!"
OGE: Well kids, it's getting down to the high point of the fic here. I know very well who the stalker is. And those of you who guessed right on my 'Love Hurts' fic will be getting your pictures. Such a uke picture it is, I mean pretty! Pretty! That's what I meant.
Youji: Yea. Sure, uh huh.
OGE: Anyway, you people sure have made some guesses and accusations. I would tell you who the stalker is, but I just like watching you squirm!!
Youji: Orange-sama no sadist.
OGE: Yeah! That's me! Take care, now. Bye-bye then.
