DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fanfiction produced for entertainment purposes only. Yu-Gi-Oh! and all related characters are the creations of Kazuki Takahashi.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Suggestive dialogue ahead!
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Part 17: Yami and Bakura
By Shadow's Mirror
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"If you move your hand just a little more to the left… No, your other left…" Yami's patient voice came from behind a curtained-off booth set up in an out-of-the-way spot in the mall.
"A moment ago you told me to move it to the right. Make up your mind!" Bakura's irritated voice came from the same place.
"A moment ago you needed to move it to the right. Now you need to move it to the left. I think you almost have it. There! Now if you pull it… be gentle though!" Yami added quickly.
"Ha! You don't need to tell me that! This is hardly the first time I've done this." Bakura sounded smug.
"Perhaps not… but were the others actually conscious at the time?" You could practically hear the smirk in Yami's voice.
"… Do you really think it's a good thing to insult me considering where my hands are right now?" Bakura's wry question resulted in a moment of silence before Yami replied.
"Good point. Speaking of points… do you mind? Your Ring is digging into my stomach."
"No, I don't mind. And that's not my Ring." Again, Bakura sounded smug. Very smug.
"It's not? Then what is it?" Rustling sounds accompanied the wary questions.
"Ow! Hey! That hurt! Stop moving around. You're going to have us both on the floor in a minute, if you're not careful!" Bakura's complaint was sharp. It was also loud enough to attract the attention of everyone passing by. Fortunately, most of those were in too much of a hurry to take any notice.
"I'm trying to see what's digging into me," Yami explained, sounding slightly annoyed. More rustling sounds were followed by muttered curses, courtesy of Bakura. Fortunately, he cursed in Ancient Egyptian so no one passing realised what he was saying.
"Will you stop that? It's just my Rod!" Bakura finally burst out loudly, startling an old lady who was walking by. She eyed the booth warily as she continued on her way.
"…" Yami was shocked into silence for a moment before his calm voice spoke up again, sounding only a little wary. "Would you care to explain this development?"
"Not really, no." Again, Bakura sounded smug. A moment later, he and Yami both gasped as the curtain was unexpectedly pulled back.
"Oh! Here you both are!" Malik grinned at the two startled yamis. He looked over his shoulder. "Marik! I found them!" Turning back to his friends, his expression suddenly became serious.
"Bakura, you know when those security guards started chasing us? Well Marik and I ducked into the women's changing rooms to hide and now my Rod's missing! I think one of the women stole it while the others were distracting us with all that screaming. Honestly, you can't trust anyone these… Oh!" Malik smiled happily as he eyed Bakura's pants in delight. He turned and yelled out at the top of his voice. "Marik! You can stop searching them now! Bakura has my Rod in his pants!" Everyone in hearing range turned and stared at him in shock. Bakura and Yami cringed.
They cringed again as Marik came racing out of the store next door. He made a beeline for them, all smiles as he happily cried out, "Oh good! I was getting sore. We should get one of those 'purse' things. They're really good for hitting people with!"
He skidded to a stop beside his light and peered into the booth at Bakura's pants. "Well… that's a funny place to keep it…"
Bakura shrugged. "Yeah, well, if I'd known I was going to end up with it, I would have worn something with pockets."
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