'Finally, I beat him at his own game. It took 38 times to do so but i
did it. Now to boast about it.' Bakura thought to himself.
He laughed. "How does it feel pharoph? To lose to the king of thieves and your title as the king of games, its sucks no? Arrogant pharoph! You have finally been put in your place, serves you right."
"Sure, Whatever Bakura." Yami said, carefully sticking his deck of cards in his pocket. He yawned. "Well i better be going." He rose and headed for the door.
"Wah? Wait, aren't you gonna pout? Throw something back at me? Demand a rematch? Anything? I just beat you, don't you care?"
"What? Oh-Tommorow maybe not now." Yami reached for the handle on the door.
"Wait a minute. You-You let me win didn't you?"
Yami whirled around terrified. "Ofcourse not. I would never-"
"I demmand a rematch."
Yami groaned. "Bakura, Its 2:00 in the morning, can't i beat you some other time? Yugi's probably worried...." He stopped to yawn. "And i'm really tired." he wined.
'Beat me some other time?' Bakura was outraged now. "Listen hear now pharoph!" Bakura began to rant but it all fell on deaf ears as yami lay on the floor, resting his head on his arms and falling asleep.
Bakura stopped ranting and realized this. "Oh great, so now i'm boring him." Bakura whispered. 'Wait, why am i even whispering?'
"GET UP STUPID PHAROPH, MY FLOOR IS NOT YOUR BED!!" Bakura yelled, kicking
yami, though not has hard as he'd intended.
Yami moaned and reached for Bakura's leg, holding on tightly and placing his head on it.
Bakura rose a brow. 'Okkkkkk......' "Let go" He said, shaking his leg, trying to pull his leg from away. The pharoph just held on tightly.
Bakura cursed Yami and finally gave up, not trying to deny the fact that he actually liked the pharoph reaching for him whether he knew it or not.
'As long as he never knows that i thought him adorable when he sleeps, all is well.' Bakura thought, gently removing the Pharoph's arms from around his leg and carrying him to the couch-you'd think yami would be easy to carry considering he looks skinnier than a pencil but nooooo, it was quite the opposite. Bakura laid him down and grabbed a blanket, throwing it over him.
A single strand of hair fell into Yami's face and Bakura pulled it back, and without a single thought, leaned over and kissed Yami's forehead.
"Goodnight my immature, arrogant, self-conceited, annoying, king of games." Bakura said, sitting besides Yami's head on the other side of the couch, grabbing the remote.
Yami, eyes still closed, pulled himself closer and laid his head on Bakura's lap. "And goodnight my lying, cheating, psychotic, stealing tomb raider."
There was an uneasy silence for sometime then Bakura shrugged, turning on the t.v.
He laughed. "How does it feel pharoph? To lose to the king of thieves and your title as the king of games, its sucks no? Arrogant pharoph! You have finally been put in your place, serves you right."
"Sure, Whatever Bakura." Yami said, carefully sticking his deck of cards in his pocket. He yawned. "Well i better be going." He rose and headed for the door.
"Wah? Wait, aren't you gonna pout? Throw something back at me? Demand a rematch? Anything? I just beat you, don't you care?"
"What? Oh-Tommorow maybe not now." Yami reached for the handle on the door.
"Wait a minute. You-You let me win didn't you?"
Yami whirled around terrified. "Ofcourse not. I would never-"
"I demmand a rematch."
Yami groaned. "Bakura, Its 2:00 in the morning, can't i beat you some other time? Yugi's probably worried...." He stopped to yawn. "And i'm really tired." he wined.
'Beat me some other time?' Bakura was outraged now. "Listen hear now pharoph!" Bakura began to rant but it all fell on deaf ears as yami lay on the floor, resting his head on his arms and falling asleep.
Bakura stopped ranting and realized this. "Oh great, so now i'm boring him." Bakura whispered. 'Wait, why am i even whispering?'
"GET UP STUPID PHAROPH, MY FLOOR IS NOT YOUR BED!!" Bakura yelled, kicking
yami, though not has hard as he'd intended.
Yami moaned and reached for Bakura's leg, holding on tightly and placing his head on it.
Bakura rose a brow. 'Okkkkkk......' "Let go" He said, shaking his leg, trying to pull his leg from away. The pharoph just held on tightly.
Bakura cursed Yami and finally gave up, not trying to deny the fact that he actually liked the pharoph reaching for him whether he knew it or not.
'As long as he never knows that i thought him adorable when he sleeps, all is well.' Bakura thought, gently removing the Pharoph's arms from around his leg and carrying him to the couch-you'd think yami would be easy to carry considering he looks skinnier than a pencil but nooooo, it was quite the opposite. Bakura laid him down and grabbed a blanket, throwing it over him.
A single strand of hair fell into Yami's face and Bakura pulled it back, and without a single thought, leaned over and kissed Yami's forehead.
"Goodnight my immature, arrogant, self-conceited, annoying, king of games." Bakura said, sitting besides Yami's head on the other side of the couch, grabbing the remote.
Yami, eyes still closed, pulled himself closer and laid his head on Bakura's lap. "And goodnight my lying, cheating, psychotic, stealing tomb raider."
There was an uneasy silence for sometime then Bakura shrugged, turning on the t.v.