Summary: Ah...college...those were the days. It's finally Christmas break!
Bakura takes Ryou shopping, Malik enlists some help for giving his gift,
and Malik's invited to stay at the Bakura household. Merry Christmas, Ryou,
Malik and the others!
Here's chappy three! Keep up with those awesome reviews! I love you all!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to YGO nor do I claim to. Heck, I don't even own the story baseline!
Bakura = Ryou
Yami Bakura = Bakura
Marik = Malik
Yami Marik = Marik
This story contains Yaoi, don't like then don't read!
-Blah- Emphasized words
"Blah" Speaking
'Blah' Thoughts
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**** Flashback or Dream ****
//Bakura to Ryou//
/Ryou to Bakura/
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Those Were The Days
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Ryou smiled as he wrapped the phone cord around his fingers. Bakura was chatting away, on the verge of having a one sided conversation, and Ryou could hear his father in the background, chiding Bakura for using the stove again. Ryou couldn't help the pang of loneliness that entered his chest as Bakura started with his good-byes, and Ryou focused on Malik, who was reading a book in Ryou's lay-z-boy.
"I can't wait to come home, 'Kura. I miss you and Dad."
Bakura sighed on the other end of the line. "You'll be home in 4 days, Ryou. And I miss you too. Don't get into any trouble over the next couple of days."
Ryou laughed. "I won't. I promise."
"Speaking of trouble, how are things between you and Malik?"
Ryou blushed. "Fine, Bakura."
"I know you're blushing, hikari. I can feel it. You had better invite him to stay at our house for Christmas, or else I'll drag him here myself. Got that?"
Ryou nodded into the phone. "Mmhm. I gotta go now, 'Kura. Love you."
"Love you too, Ryou."
"Give Dad my love."
"Yech. Ryou, you know I'll do no such thing."
"Of course you will. Now I'll call you guys Friday night, k?"
"Okay. Later."
"Bye."
Ryou hung up the phone and returned the stare that Malik was now giving him over the top of his English novel. "Love you 'Kura? Give Dad my love?"
Ryou blushed. "Oh, hush. And don't you dare pretend that you don't tell Isis you love her. I've heard you on the phone."
"Isis is different. And Bakura actually returns the sentiment?" Malik raised and eyebrow and set his book down.
Ryou shrugged. "Bakura thinks of me as his little brother, and he makes it a point to tell me he cares everyday since I drove my car into that tree."
Malik smirked. "Makes sense."
"Something that you don't. Now, I have been ordered to ask you to stay at our house for the entire break, and Bakura said he'd drag you down there himself if you refuse."
Malik grinned and pretended to think for a moment. After a few seconds, he said, "Now why would I want to spend my break with someone I live with and his crazy yami?"
Ryou mock pouted and got up off the couch to go sit on Malik's lap. Malik wound his arms around Ryou's back and secured Ryou to the spot. Ryou placed a finger on his chin and also pretended to think for a moment before smiling down at Malik. "I'd like you to stay with me for Christmas, that's why. I know Isis is in Egypt, and you'd be all alone here if you didn't come back. Besides, even Bakura would like you to come. He says that it's getting quiet without me or you around to bug him."
As Ryou began to stand up, Malik tugged him back down with a light in his eye and a smirk on his lips. Ryou let out a shocked, "Malik!" before they both were sent tumbling to the ground. Malik landed on top of Ryou with one arm above Ryou's head, balancing him, and the other next to Ryou's side. One of Malik's legs was wedged between Ryou's knees, and Ryou was blushing severely. Malik brought the arm that was against Ryou's side up to brush a strand of hair off of Ryou's face. The lips that were smirking a few seconds before were now set in a concentrating line, and Malik's eyes still held that small sparkle.
Ryou had closed his eyes to save himself the embarrassment of looking into Malik's eyes, and therefore was quite surprised to feel Malik press his lips against his own. A few seconds passed before Ryou responded, but the kiss was slow and gentle, the way everyone's first real kiss should be. When Malik pulled back, he set his forehead against Ryou's and smiled. Ryou opened his eyes and stared into the deep lavender eyes of his friend above him.
"I'll take that as a yes, then?"
Malik nodded and leaned back down for another kiss, which Ryou happily returned.
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Before the SUV had a chance to stop, Ryou was already opening his door and was ready to jump into his father's and Bakura's arms. Bakura was standing on the front porch, but stepped down as Ryou's SUV was slowing. When it came to a full stop, Ryou jumped out of the door and was running towards his yami.
"Bakura!" That was the only warning that said yami got before he found his arms full of the 124 pound, 19 year old form of his hikari. Ryou squeezed him around the middle as tight as possible, and Bakura had Ryou around the shoulders. Ryou was talking extremely fast, and Bakura was totally ignoring the odd looks that Malik and Ryou's father were sending him. Ryou pulled back after a moment and beamed up at his yami.
"I've missed you!"
Bakura smirked. "That's obvious. Now get offa me and go greet your father while I help Malik get your guy's bags."
Ryou pushed past Bakura to get to his father, and Bakura shook his head as he stepped over to the SUV to help Malik. Malik grinned as Bakura grabbed a couple of their bags and started back up for the house.
"Thanks for inviting me, Bakura."
Bakura paused and turned to look at Malik. "Ryou would've asked anyway. He cares a great deal for you, and I don't think he would have liked to leave you alone for break."
Malik looked over to Ryou and a small smile inched onto his face. "He means a lot to me as well." He tossed the shoulder bag to Ryou's duffle bag over his shoulder and followed Bakura into the house.
Ryou was talking animatedly to his father at the kitchen table, and as Malik passed by the kitchen, he caught his name in the conversation. James Bakura, Ryou's father, looked up at him as he passed and smiled. Malik returned the smile and followed Bakura up the stairs and into Ryou's bedroom. Bakura had set the two bags he held onto the bed, and Malik followed his example.
Bakura smirked as he motioned for Malik to sit down on the swivel chair in front of the desk. Malik did as told, and straddled the chair as Bakura sat down on the bed in front of him.
Bakura smirked as he crossed his arms. "I see that you are getting close with my hikari."
A faint blush stained Malik's cheeks as he answered. "Is it that obvious?"
Bakura rolled his eyes. "Even his father is aware of your beginning relationship, and his father can be quite dense at times. Do you plan on staying here for the entire break?"
A new voice entered the conversation. "You better stay, Malik Ishtar."
Malik looked over to the door, as well as Bakura, and smirked as he saw Ryou leaning against the doorway, arms crossed. Ryou crossed the floor and sat down next to Bakura, and with a blush on his cheeks, asked, "Bakura, you mind giving up the guest room? I'm not going to allow Malik to sleep on the couch for his stay here."
Bakura winked at Malik before replying. "I'm sure that Malik won't mind sleeping in here with you. I can't get into the Millennium Ring until you put it back on, and your father won't allow either of us to have it until he's done 'examining' it."
Ryou turned to Malik, and refused to meet his eyes, his blush even more apparent. "Do you mind, Malik?"
Malik shrugged. "I don't care. After all, you did sleep in my bed when Tea visited, what's the difference?"
Bakura raised an eyebrow at that statement, and turned to Ryou. "Tea?"
Ryou glared at him before curtly replying, "I'll explain later. The only thing I'll say now is that was one of the worst experiences in my life."
Bakura smirked and stood, saying, "I'll leave you love birds alone now. Don't be late for dinner!" He narrowly dodged a pillow to the head, thrown by Ryou, and shut the door behind him.
Ryou looked back to Malik after throwing the pillow and smiled. "Thanks. I doubt that Bakura would have given up his room even if I did have the Ring. He's always loved having his own room."
Malik shrugged again. "No prob. Now, did Bakura say something about dinner? I'm starved!"
Ryou giggled and led Malik out of the room, with a smile on his face the whole time.
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A few days later, Ryou groaned as he was brought into awareness by a constant tapping on his face. He turned over and buried his face into Malik's neck before swatting at the hand that was now shaking his shoulder. After a few moments of this, Ryou finally sat up as gently as possible, and glared at Bakura.
"What do you want? It's seven in the morning!" Ryou's whisper was harsh, and he glanced down to make sure he hadn't woke Malik. Malik was still asleep, an arm thrown across Ryou's stomach, head turned towards the wall.
Bakura smirked and whispered back, "I know. We're going shopping for a Christmas gift for your boyfriend there."
Ryou scowled. "He is not my boyfriend. And why can't we go shopping later? I'm tired."
"I don't care. Now, get up! I'm taking -your- SUV in ten minutes, whether you're with me or not."
Ryou groaned and gently brushed Malik's arm off to the side of his body as he got up and off the bed. Malik muttered something in his sleep, turned over, and grabbed Ryou's wrist. "Where ya goin'?" His eyes were still closed, but Malik was half awake.
Ryou smiled and turned his wrist over so he was holding Malik's hand in his own. "I'm going with Bakura. I'll be back in a while."
Malik squeezed Ryou's hand and yawned as he started to let go. "Have fun..."
Ryou bent down and gently kissed Malik on the forehead. "I will, now go back to sleep." His words were late, however, because Malik's breathing had evened out, and his hand had gone limp in Ryou's. A content smile made it's way onto Ryou's face, and refused to leave as he dressed himself and went down to meet Bakura in the kitchen.
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Ryou's smile had long left his face after five straight hours of shopping, and Bakura was really starting to agitate him. Who would have known that a 5,000 year old spirit would become addicted to shopping? Obviously not his hikari...
Bakura grinned as he picked up a leather thong off of the table. "How about these, Ryou?"
Ryou turned around from the selves of jewelry he was looking at and nearly lost his eyeballs. "Ba...Bakura! No! Put those down!"
Bakura looked at the thong and shrugged. "Malik's got nice enough legs, he could pull the look off."
Ryou shook his head and made his way over to Bakura, where he removed the thong from his yami's hands. "No. Just...just go look at something else. And stay away from the clothing departments!"
Bakura pouted at the rejection of his gift idea and moseyed on over towards the art area. He spotted something on a nearby table, and his deep amber eyes lit up. "Hey, Ry! I found something!"
Ryou slowly walked over, and Bakura could hear Ryou muttering curses, and wishes about yamis and thongs. When he spotted the item that Bakura was pointing to, Ryou's eyes lit up. "Perfect!" With that, he picked it up and moved towards the check outs as fast as possible.
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Malik muttered a few choice words under his breath as he repeated himself for the tenth time. "Kaiba, I want you help me plan my gift for Ryou."
He heard the sigh on the other end of the phone, and the unspoken question that soon wasn't left unspoken. "Why me?"
Malik rolled his eyes at the question, and stated the answered as though it was the most obvious reason in the world. "If I tell Bakura, he'll tell Ryou. If I ask Tristen or Duke, they'll tell each other, and then it would somehow get to Joey, and then it would get to Yugi or Yami, who would tell each other as well, and then somehow, it'd get back to Bakura or Ryou and I'd be right where I started all over again. You are the only one out of our little gang that can keep a secret."
Malik could almost hear Seto's resolve slipping, and grinned when he finally gave in. "All right. But Ryou had better enjoy what ever this is, because I'm not one to do many favors. I'll pick you up at three. Be ready to go."
"Cool. See ya then!"
"Whatever."
When the phone clicked, Malik smirked and gave Ryou's father two thumbs up from his spot in the kitchen. "Kaiba's going to help me. Now you're sure you don't mind me stealing your son for most of the Christmas evening?"
James laughed and shook his head. "Ryou adores you. If you two want to spend Christmas together, go ahead. We usually open gifts in the morning anyway."
Malik crossed over into the livingroom and sat down on the recliner that was across from the couch that Mr.Bakura was sitting on. Ryou's father placed the book he was reading onto the table and smiled at Malik as he pushed up his glasses. "I can tell that you want to talk to me, young man. Care to tell me what's wrong?"
Malik gave a small smirk, something to show that he wasn't completely nervous, before speaking. "I wanted to know what you would think if Ryou and I started seriously dating."
James Bakura looked taken aback as he stared at Malik. No one, not even in his time, had ever asked a parent before starting to date their child. It took a moment for James' brain to start working again, and when it did, he smiled brightly at Malik. "I like you. And I know that Ryou adores every last thing about you. I wouldn't care if you started dating my son on a more serious basis, and one would have thought that you two were already seeing each other in a more personal sense." He reached over and pulled Malik into a tight embrace, and patted him on the back heavily. "Welcome to the Bakura household."
Malik grinned and couldn't help but beaming for a long time after they had stopped hugging.
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Well,...how did you like it? Did you hate it? Any ideas or comments about future chappies? REVIEW!
Next Chappy: Malik goes with Seto to start getting Ryou's gift ready, Bakura tries to have the 'talk' with Ryou, and the three of them go out to a nightclub for a while. Ryou's being hit on, and combined with a jealous Malik, things can't be to good...Keep your eyes, ears, and noses open for the next chapter of: Those Were The Days!
Here's chappy three! Keep up with those awesome reviews! I love you all!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to YGO nor do I claim to. Heck, I don't even own the story baseline!
Bakura = Ryou
Yami Bakura = Bakura
Marik = Malik
Yami Marik = Marik
This story contains Yaoi, don't like then don't read!
-Blah- Emphasized words
"Blah" Speaking
'Blah' Thoughts
*~*~~*~* Scene Change
**** Flashback or Dream ****
//Bakura to Ryou//
/Ryou to Bakura/
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Those Were The Days
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Ryou smiled as he wrapped the phone cord around his fingers. Bakura was chatting away, on the verge of having a one sided conversation, and Ryou could hear his father in the background, chiding Bakura for using the stove again. Ryou couldn't help the pang of loneliness that entered his chest as Bakura started with his good-byes, and Ryou focused on Malik, who was reading a book in Ryou's lay-z-boy.
"I can't wait to come home, 'Kura. I miss you and Dad."
Bakura sighed on the other end of the line. "You'll be home in 4 days, Ryou. And I miss you too. Don't get into any trouble over the next couple of days."
Ryou laughed. "I won't. I promise."
"Speaking of trouble, how are things between you and Malik?"
Ryou blushed. "Fine, Bakura."
"I know you're blushing, hikari. I can feel it. You had better invite him to stay at our house for Christmas, or else I'll drag him here myself. Got that?"
Ryou nodded into the phone. "Mmhm. I gotta go now, 'Kura. Love you."
"Love you too, Ryou."
"Give Dad my love."
"Yech. Ryou, you know I'll do no such thing."
"Of course you will. Now I'll call you guys Friday night, k?"
"Okay. Later."
"Bye."
Ryou hung up the phone and returned the stare that Malik was now giving him over the top of his English novel. "Love you 'Kura? Give Dad my love?"
Ryou blushed. "Oh, hush. And don't you dare pretend that you don't tell Isis you love her. I've heard you on the phone."
"Isis is different. And Bakura actually returns the sentiment?" Malik raised and eyebrow and set his book down.
Ryou shrugged. "Bakura thinks of me as his little brother, and he makes it a point to tell me he cares everyday since I drove my car into that tree."
Malik smirked. "Makes sense."
"Something that you don't. Now, I have been ordered to ask you to stay at our house for the entire break, and Bakura said he'd drag you down there himself if you refuse."
Malik grinned and pretended to think for a moment. After a few seconds, he said, "Now why would I want to spend my break with someone I live with and his crazy yami?"
Ryou mock pouted and got up off the couch to go sit on Malik's lap. Malik wound his arms around Ryou's back and secured Ryou to the spot. Ryou placed a finger on his chin and also pretended to think for a moment before smiling down at Malik. "I'd like you to stay with me for Christmas, that's why. I know Isis is in Egypt, and you'd be all alone here if you didn't come back. Besides, even Bakura would like you to come. He says that it's getting quiet without me or you around to bug him."
As Ryou began to stand up, Malik tugged him back down with a light in his eye and a smirk on his lips. Ryou let out a shocked, "Malik!" before they both were sent tumbling to the ground. Malik landed on top of Ryou with one arm above Ryou's head, balancing him, and the other next to Ryou's side. One of Malik's legs was wedged between Ryou's knees, and Ryou was blushing severely. Malik brought the arm that was against Ryou's side up to brush a strand of hair off of Ryou's face. The lips that were smirking a few seconds before were now set in a concentrating line, and Malik's eyes still held that small sparkle.
Ryou had closed his eyes to save himself the embarrassment of looking into Malik's eyes, and therefore was quite surprised to feel Malik press his lips against his own. A few seconds passed before Ryou responded, but the kiss was slow and gentle, the way everyone's first real kiss should be. When Malik pulled back, he set his forehead against Ryou's and smiled. Ryou opened his eyes and stared into the deep lavender eyes of his friend above him.
"I'll take that as a yes, then?"
Malik nodded and leaned back down for another kiss, which Ryou happily returned.
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Before the SUV had a chance to stop, Ryou was already opening his door and was ready to jump into his father's and Bakura's arms. Bakura was standing on the front porch, but stepped down as Ryou's SUV was slowing. When it came to a full stop, Ryou jumped out of the door and was running towards his yami.
"Bakura!" That was the only warning that said yami got before he found his arms full of the 124 pound, 19 year old form of his hikari. Ryou squeezed him around the middle as tight as possible, and Bakura had Ryou around the shoulders. Ryou was talking extremely fast, and Bakura was totally ignoring the odd looks that Malik and Ryou's father were sending him. Ryou pulled back after a moment and beamed up at his yami.
"I've missed you!"
Bakura smirked. "That's obvious. Now get offa me and go greet your father while I help Malik get your guy's bags."
Ryou pushed past Bakura to get to his father, and Bakura shook his head as he stepped over to the SUV to help Malik. Malik grinned as Bakura grabbed a couple of their bags and started back up for the house.
"Thanks for inviting me, Bakura."
Bakura paused and turned to look at Malik. "Ryou would've asked anyway. He cares a great deal for you, and I don't think he would have liked to leave you alone for break."
Malik looked over to Ryou and a small smile inched onto his face. "He means a lot to me as well." He tossed the shoulder bag to Ryou's duffle bag over his shoulder and followed Bakura into the house.
Ryou was talking animatedly to his father at the kitchen table, and as Malik passed by the kitchen, he caught his name in the conversation. James Bakura, Ryou's father, looked up at him as he passed and smiled. Malik returned the smile and followed Bakura up the stairs and into Ryou's bedroom. Bakura had set the two bags he held onto the bed, and Malik followed his example.
Bakura smirked as he motioned for Malik to sit down on the swivel chair in front of the desk. Malik did as told, and straddled the chair as Bakura sat down on the bed in front of him.
Bakura smirked as he crossed his arms. "I see that you are getting close with my hikari."
A faint blush stained Malik's cheeks as he answered. "Is it that obvious?"
Bakura rolled his eyes. "Even his father is aware of your beginning relationship, and his father can be quite dense at times. Do you plan on staying here for the entire break?"
A new voice entered the conversation. "You better stay, Malik Ishtar."
Malik looked over to the door, as well as Bakura, and smirked as he saw Ryou leaning against the doorway, arms crossed. Ryou crossed the floor and sat down next to Bakura, and with a blush on his cheeks, asked, "Bakura, you mind giving up the guest room? I'm not going to allow Malik to sleep on the couch for his stay here."
Bakura winked at Malik before replying. "I'm sure that Malik won't mind sleeping in here with you. I can't get into the Millennium Ring until you put it back on, and your father won't allow either of us to have it until he's done 'examining' it."
Ryou turned to Malik, and refused to meet his eyes, his blush even more apparent. "Do you mind, Malik?"
Malik shrugged. "I don't care. After all, you did sleep in my bed when Tea visited, what's the difference?"
Bakura raised an eyebrow at that statement, and turned to Ryou. "Tea?"
Ryou glared at him before curtly replying, "I'll explain later. The only thing I'll say now is that was one of the worst experiences in my life."
Bakura smirked and stood, saying, "I'll leave you love birds alone now. Don't be late for dinner!" He narrowly dodged a pillow to the head, thrown by Ryou, and shut the door behind him.
Ryou looked back to Malik after throwing the pillow and smiled. "Thanks. I doubt that Bakura would have given up his room even if I did have the Ring. He's always loved having his own room."
Malik shrugged again. "No prob. Now, did Bakura say something about dinner? I'm starved!"
Ryou giggled and led Malik out of the room, with a smile on his face the whole time.
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A few days later, Ryou groaned as he was brought into awareness by a constant tapping on his face. He turned over and buried his face into Malik's neck before swatting at the hand that was now shaking his shoulder. After a few moments of this, Ryou finally sat up as gently as possible, and glared at Bakura.
"What do you want? It's seven in the morning!" Ryou's whisper was harsh, and he glanced down to make sure he hadn't woke Malik. Malik was still asleep, an arm thrown across Ryou's stomach, head turned towards the wall.
Bakura smirked and whispered back, "I know. We're going shopping for a Christmas gift for your boyfriend there."
Ryou scowled. "He is not my boyfriend. And why can't we go shopping later? I'm tired."
"I don't care. Now, get up! I'm taking -your- SUV in ten minutes, whether you're with me or not."
Ryou groaned and gently brushed Malik's arm off to the side of his body as he got up and off the bed. Malik muttered something in his sleep, turned over, and grabbed Ryou's wrist. "Where ya goin'?" His eyes were still closed, but Malik was half awake.
Ryou smiled and turned his wrist over so he was holding Malik's hand in his own. "I'm going with Bakura. I'll be back in a while."
Malik squeezed Ryou's hand and yawned as he started to let go. "Have fun..."
Ryou bent down and gently kissed Malik on the forehead. "I will, now go back to sleep." His words were late, however, because Malik's breathing had evened out, and his hand had gone limp in Ryou's. A content smile made it's way onto Ryou's face, and refused to leave as he dressed himself and went down to meet Bakura in the kitchen.
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Ryou's smile had long left his face after five straight hours of shopping, and Bakura was really starting to agitate him. Who would have known that a 5,000 year old spirit would become addicted to shopping? Obviously not his hikari...
Bakura grinned as he picked up a leather thong off of the table. "How about these, Ryou?"
Ryou turned around from the selves of jewelry he was looking at and nearly lost his eyeballs. "Ba...Bakura! No! Put those down!"
Bakura looked at the thong and shrugged. "Malik's got nice enough legs, he could pull the look off."
Ryou shook his head and made his way over to Bakura, where he removed the thong from his yami's hands. "No. Just...just go look at something else. And stay away from the clothing departments!"
Bakura pouted at the rejection of his gift idea and moseyed on over towards the art area. He spotted something on a nearby table, and his deep amber eyes lit up. "Hey, Ry! I found something!"
Ryou slowly walked over, and Bakura could hear Ryou muttering curses, and wishes about yamis and thongs. When he spotted the item that Bakura was pointing to, Ryou's eyes lit up. "Perfect!" With that, he picked it up and moved towards the check outs as fast as possible.
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Malik muttered a few choice words under his breath as he repeated himself for the tenth time. "Kaiba, I want you help me plan my gift for Ryou."
He heard the sigh on the other end of the phone, and the unspoken question that soon wasn't left unspoken. "Why me?"
Malik rolled his eyes at the question, and stated the answered as though it was the most obvious reason in the world. "If I tell Bakura, he'll tell Ryou. If I ask Tristen or Duke, they'll tell each other, and then it would somehow get to Joey, and then it would get to Yugi or Yami, who would tell each other as well, and then somehow, it'd get back to Bakura or Ryou and I'd be right where I started all over again. You are the only one out of our little gang that can keep a secret."
Malik could almost hear Seto's resolve slipping, and grinned when he finally gave in. "All right. But Ryou had better enjoy what ever this is, because I'm not one to do many favors. I'll pick you up at three. Be ready to go."
"Cool. See ya then!"
"Whatever."
When the phone clicked, Malik smirked and gave Ryou's father two thumbs up from his spot in the kitchen. "Kaiba's going to help me. Now you're sure you don't mind me stealing your son for most of the Christmas evening?"
James laughed and shook his head. "Ryou adores you. If you two want to spend Christmas together, go ahead. We usually open gifts in the morning anyway."
Malik crossed over into the livingroom and sat down on the recliner that was across from the couch that Mr.Bakura was sitting on. Ryou's father placed the book he was reading onto the table and smiled at Malik as he pushed up his glasses. "I can tell that you want to talk to me, young man. Care to tell me what's wrong?"
Malik gave a small smirk, something to show that he wasn't completely nervous, before speaking. "I wanted to know what you would think if Ryou and I started seriously dating."
James Bakura looked taken aback as he stared at Malik. No one, not even in his time, had ever asked a parent before starting to date their child. It took a moment for James' brain to start working again, and when it did, he smiled brightly at Malik. "I like you. And I know that Ryou adores every last thing about you. I wouldn't care if you started dating my son on a more serious basis, and one would have thought that you two were already seeing each other in a more personal sense." He reached over and pulled Malik into a tight embrace, and patted him on the back heavily. "Welcome to the Bakura household."
Malik grinned and couldn't help but beaming for a long time after they had stopped hugging.
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Well,...how did you like it? Did you hate it? Any ideas or comments about future chappies? REVIEW!
Next Chappy: Malik goes with Seto to start getting Ryou's gift ready, Bakura tries to have the 'talk' with Ryou, and the three of them go out to a nightclub for a while. Ryou's being hit on, and combined with a jealous Malik, things can't be to good...Keep your eyes, ears, and noses open for the next chapter of: Those Were The Days!
