Topazia: Not really that much of a funny chapter. I guess it could be
considered fluffly. Yeah, light and fluffy... Thanks for the reviews
everyone, glade you like reading this as much as I enjoy typing.
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I sighed looking down at Yami while he slept on my lap. He looked so peaceful while he slept. I would have sat there and stared all day if I wasn't so worried. Yep, that's right, worried.
For some reason something told me something bad was about to happen. I just couldn't put my finger on it. Unfortunately my hunches for these types of things were always right.
Sighing I let my head fall back onto the couch. Oh well, whatever it was if Yami didn't sense it by now it must not be too important. Oh if only I could take back those words, for as soon as I said them the door was kicked in. Standing in it's wake was none other than the devil himself...I mean Marik. Under his arms he held... "Ryou?"
He waved back timidly. "Hi Yugi. What's up?"
I rubbed my eyes trying to make sure I just wasn't hallucinating. "Apparently you are. What's going on here?" The boy open his mouth to say something but froze as Marik stepped out of the way and Bakura rushed in followed by Malik.
"Just stopping by to say hello!" the demon sneered, storming up to me and yanking my darker half up by his hair. "Wake up call bitch!" My eyes widened and I finally realized what Yami had done to Bakura.
"Well, well, well...if it isn't my favorite drunk." Yami stated, sitting up and rubbing his head. "Sober I see?"
"Don't give me that bullshit! Release me from this spell!" Bakura shouted. By now Ryou had squirmed out of Marik's grasp and was struggling to keep the thief from pouncing Yami.
"I can't." Yami simply replied with a shrug of his shoulders and my mouth dropped to the floor. This wasn't going to be pretty. Getting up I slowly eased away.
/Yami must you toy with him?/
/No yugi...I'm serious. I can't change him back/
As expected Ryou's grip on his darker half broke and Bakura yanked Yami up by the collar of his shirt. "What the hell do you mean you can't change it back? You better do something quick or I'll have to severely hurt you in front of you light!" he pointed a finger at me and I gulped. Why was it always me?
"Leave Yugi out of this!" Yami yelled back. "This is strictly between you and me."
Out the corner of my eye I notice Marik grab Ryou again while Malik passed him a bowl of popcorn. So this was all entertainment for them huh? They were lucky I was too small and scared to do anything! I'd show them a thing or two!
"Tell me how to get my body back. Hurry up; I won't wait too long for a answer." Bakura sneered.
"I can't do it, you have to." Yami calmly explained. "You'll remain that way until you learn how to show compassion. Learn to love your light, don't abuse him." Bakura growled and tossed him aside.
"You son of a..." Malik tackled him and pinned him to the ground.
"Watch it Bakura..." he cooed.
"What do you mean watch it? I can't stay like this!" the albino shrieked and Ryou chuckled.
"You can't stay dressed like that either." I said. "You need more clothes." This was turning out to be fun. Malik's face lit up at the mention of Shopping and he grinned at Marik.
"Let's all go now. I'm Bakura's going to need all the help he can get." The blonde stated with a smirk.
"Lead the way." Yami motioned towards the door and I followed, having nothing better to do. Besides, somebody sane had to go with them. Releasing Bakura, Malik, Marik, and Yami onto the streets by themselves would be like releasing the apocalypse on the world.
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Bakura's POV
I sat with my arms crossed at a bench glaring at Ryou's back as he shifted through a rack of clothes. I hated the mall. It was hell on earth. All the people and it was just plain annoying to walk for so long.
The demonic duo had betrayed me, going off to apparently find something to make me 'feel better'. Even the pharaoh and his midget had disappeared, wanting to check out the newest items in hot topic. "Here Bakura, go try this on." Ryou said holding out some clothes.
Grumbling I snatched them from him and started to undo the buttons of my shirt. "Bakura! What the hell are you doing?" The twerp shouted at me.
"What the hell do you think? I'm trying on this shit you gave me." My eyes narrowed at him. Why couldn't he just make up his freakin' mind?
"You can't do that here! Go to a dressing room, now!" He shoved me in the direction of the dressing rooms and my nose crinkled disdainfully. He wanted me to go in there?
"I can't go in there! That's for girls!" My finger pointed towards the feminine symbol by the door, "Have you lost you mind?" I snapped.
Ryou sighed and shook his head. "Bakura have you forgotten already?" he smirked and gave my breast a nice slap, causing me to hiss and cover myself protectively. "Now get in there!" Suddenly feeling violated I stomped off into the accursed dressing room. Oh he could pay...later.
Everyone seemed to find this all so humorous, well see if they're still laughing when I send them all to the shadow realm. I smirked, tugging on the form fitting blouse Ryou gave me and turned to gaze in the mirror.
The outfit given to me wasn't really all that bad, for a girl and the fact that I was wearing it made things worse. I was wearing tight dark blue jeans with a white button down blouse. Under the shirt was a black spaghetti strap shirt. Simple yet stylish, Ra be damned if I wear anything else. Dresses or skirts were out of the question. I refuse to degrade myself any further.
Opening the door I stepped outside and wandered over to Ryou, who looked up and smiled. "You look nice Bakura." He said softly with a smile and I nodded. Actually it was more to cover up that damn blush than to answer to his compliment.
"Yeah, thanks now can we get the hell out of here?" I snapped and he giggled.
"You have to change back into your old clothes first. You can't walk out without buying them." Ryou explained. "Hurry so I can pay for your stuff." With that I left him and returned to the room.
Damn the pharaoh. He did this just to piss me off. He'd pay dearly just as soon as I figure out how. Still grumbling I managed to make it out and back to Ryou who now seemed to have a cart full of clothes, pajamas, day clothes, under garments? Surely he didn't expect me to wear that.
/well of course I do. I'm buying it./ He frowned and snatched the jeans and shirts from my hands.
//I refuse to wear a Bro!//
/It's a bra Yami, and you have to unless you want your nice new breasts to sag like Yugi's grandpa./
I said nothing to him after that, finally giving into defeat. There was now way in hell I was going to look like that, even if I was a girl. Grabbing my bags he led the way, heading towards the food court. Malik waved to us as we approached. "Hey! Bakura, got a present here for you?" he held out a pink and white bag and I frowned hesitant to take it at first.
"Will it blow?" I asked poking at the contents and he chuckled.
"Nope, just a present form the two of us." He draped an arm around Marik and grinned, thrusting the bag into my hands.
Shrugging I opened it, curiosity overcoming me. As soon as the bag was opened I growled and threw it back. "What the hell is that?" I snapped, glaring at both of them.
"Their clothes of course! It's lingerie from Victoria secret." Malik stated, his grin widening at my blush. By now Yugi and Yami had took it out of their busy schedules to pry into my business and now sat smirking with the two blonds.
"What secret! It's see-through!" I snapped. "What secret and I supposed to keep with that? I've been turned into a girl, not a street whore!"
"But Bakura dear, I think lace would fit you rather well. Don't you Marik?" Malik asked in a mock imitation of some random sophisticated wanna- be.
"Why of course, the black and leather would give him more of a delicate, yet suggestive look. It's a nice look to have, especially while pleasuring a loved one." Marik nudged Ryou who blinked and blushed.
Yami and Yugi seemed to be enjoying themselves. Both were trying to see which out of the two of us was the reddest. It was most likely me, damn these female hormones! "I will not be pleasuring Ryou. Not in this form or in any other! Get that through your sick minds. Take it back!" I snapped suddenly, banging my fists on the table.
Malik's grin faded and he shrugged, casting a look over to Ryou, who suddenly seemed interested in something across the hall. Not that I cared. "Get a grip Kura, it was just a joke."
"Oh really, guessed I missed it. Either that or it wasn't very funny." Silence seemed to consume the group for a while, until the solitude was broken by my 'favorite' pharaoh.
"That's enough for today. Let's all go home..."
*~*~*~*
The door opened and closed, signaling that someone had walked onto the porch with me. The day had calmed down by now and faded into a peaceful night. "Hey...you okay Ryou?" A hand rested gently on my shoulder and I smiled.
"Fine Malik, I'm just thinking is all." I stated softly. Returning my gaze to the sky as another star faded into view.
"Are you sure? Don't lie to me, I always know when you're lying Ryou." He cleared his throat and I followed his gaze to where the millennium rod lay in his hands, hidden behind his back.
"I'm fine Malik, really." I insisted, with a soft smile. There really was no lying to him; it wasn't like he was going to go away.
"Bakura's words, they bother don't they? His words from when we were at the mall." He pressed on turning me so that I faced him. It made me uncomfortable the way he kept trying to search my face.
A small blush crept up on my cheeks and I sighed. "No...I'm just a little confused now, if that's what you want to call it."
"About what if you don't mine me asking?"
"About my feelings towards my Yami. And it's not what you think...I don't reall find his new body attractive." I stopped and thought about it. "Okay well, that's a lie. I just don't find him attractive as a female. I miss his old body."
"Yeah, don't we all?" Malik replied dreamily and I glared. "Heheh, sorry Ryou." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Oh I get it! You're upset because you think that Kura doesn't have feelings for you! Well don't worry, he'll come around. He has to if he wants his body back."
"You really think so?" I asked, hope filling my features. It was kinda senseless to have feelings for someone that seemed to hate you. "Sometimes I can't tell."
"Have you learned anything? I know all!" He shouted, smacking the back of my head. "There's no need for me to think because I know." He twirled the millennium rod in his hand, a soft smirk on his face. "Trust me; just give him a little time. Bakura's too stubborn to let his guard down, but if you catch him at the right moment..."
"What do you mean?" I asked suddenly interested.
"It's a little trick I learned." He grinned. "Wait until Bakura gets ready to go to sleep. Ask him anything and he'll answer without knowing it." Malik winked at me before stepping off the porch and leaving.
With a shrug I went back inside, softly closing the door behind me. Bakura was stretched out on the couch in what appeared to be panda pajamas. They were cute and for a minuet I wondered where he got them from. Maybe Malik because I know I never gave him anything like that.
"Yami...?" I timidly asked.
"What is it?" he answered me in a soft tone that almost scared me. He had never spoken to me like that before.
"I um...it's nothing really. Mind if I sit down?" I asked softly.
"Only if I get to use you for a pillow." Chuckling I walked over and sat in the place Bakura provided for me then allowed him to rest his head on my knees. "Mmm...to lazy to make it upstairs, unless you feel like carrying me." He mumbled softly.
"Don't push your luck." I snickered. What would I look like trying to carry Bakura of all people? We wouldn't make it to the stairs if even that far!
"Oh well...you're comfortable anyway. You'll have to do." A shaky hand rose to rest on his head, stroking it softly. I was glad Bakura was half sleep, otherwise he might have bitten me and I mean it too.
It was then Malik's words came back to me. Maybe now would be a good time to try it out and see. "Bakura..."
"Ryou...?"
"Why are you wearing panda pajamas?" okay, so that wasn't exactly what I wanted to ask, but it was a start. And besides, I really did want to know.
"Malik made me. Said I wasn't going to waste his damn money..."
I covered my mouth to muffle my giggle, imagining the hell poor Malik had to go through to get Bakura to wear it. "Yami about what was said in the mall today..."
"I didn't mean to hurt you...sorry..." My jaw dropped and I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Maybe I should do this more often. There was no way in hell I'd get these types of answers out of him if he were awake.
"Do you love me Yami?" I lowered my voice to that of a whisper and stopped rubbing his hair. If I could just get one clue maybe the weight on my shoulders would lift.
After waiting for a while I bent down low enough to listen to him breathe. The air escaped from his slightly parted lips in a even rhythm and I smiled realizing that he couldn't hear me anymore. He had gone into a deep sleep.
Most might think I'm crazy for loving my Yami but they don't know him like I do, they just assume. My nights of taking care of him when he would get sick (well, he never really gets sick, just has little coughing fits. They only last for a few hours so they don't count), staying up until he would get home, they were all signs of my affection.
You'd think he'd have realized by now because he can supposedly read my mind. But he can't, he can only read it when I want him too. A defense to protect my mind from his probing was easy to make. It doesn't take an idiot to dream up a thick brick wall.
And sensing him is a breeze too. It's hard to explain, but he's been there for so long I can tell when he's trying to pry and can snap up my shield before he can get to my thoughts, boy does that piss him off. It's because of this that he's totally oblivious.
If Malik knew so much about our relationship, why didn't he just stick his damn millennium rod where his mouth was and tell me my future. Of course I knew he wouldn't, he'd shake his head at me and say that ancient Egyptian magic is nothing to play with then turn to Marik and start laughing. The evil bastard...
He's always been like that, I guess in a way it makes him feel better, having the power to see things before it happens. That or he just likes to torture me. With a yawn I let my head fall back on the couch cushion, it wasn't like I'd be moving anytime soon, besides it felt good having Bakura lay on me.
*~*~*~*~*~ Topazia: Okay, the next chapter should be interesting. Bakura gets hit on and sends random people shadow realm. A bit of scary OOCness, but not too much, we won't disgrace poor Bakura anymore than we half too.
Bakura: As if it can get any worse...
Topazia: Oh it can! You could end up pregnant! Mwahahaha!
Bakura: For Ryou? You wouldn't dare!
Topazia: Of course not! We don't want to traumatize our readers! Just scare them a little... *smirk* Anyway...I'll try to post soon but we're testing at school. I spend five hours in one classroom taking a stupid test that could determine whether or not we pass certain class and graduate our senor years. And to make matters worse some of the material I haven't seen since my seventh grade year. O.o'
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I sighed looking down at Yami while he slept on my lap. He looked so peaceful while he slept. I would have sat there and stared all day if I wasn't so worried. Yep, that's right, worried.
For some reason something told me something bad was about to happen. I just couldn't put my finger on it. Unfortunately my hunches for these types of things were always right.
Sighing I let my head fall back onto the couch. Oh well, whatever it was if Yami didn't sense it by now it must not be too important. Oh if only I could take back those words, for as soon as I said them the door was kicked in. Standing in it's wake was none other than the devil himself...I mean Marik. Under his arms he held... "Ryou?"
He waved back timidly. "Hi Yugi. What's up?"
I rubbed my eyes trying to make sure I just wasn't hallucinating. "Apparently you are. What's going on here?" The boy open his mouth to say something but froze as Marik stepped out of the way and Bakura rushed in followed by Malik.
"Just stopping by to say hello!" the demon sneered, storming up to me and yanking my darker half up by his hair. "Wake up call bitch!" My eyes widened and I finally realized what Yami had done to Bakura.
"Well, well, well...if it isn't my favorite drunk." Yami stated, sitting up and rubbing his head. "Sober I see?"
"Don't give me that bullshit! Release me from this spell!" Bakura shouted. By now Ryou had squirmed out of Marik's grasp and was struggling to keep the thief from pouncing Yami.
"I can't." Yami simply replied with a shrug of his shoulders and my mouth dropped to the floor. This wasn't going to be pretty. Getting up I slowly eased away.
/Yami must you toy with him?/
/No yugi...I'm serious. I can't change him back/
As expected Ryou's grip on his darker half broke and Bakura yanked Yami up by the collar of his shirt. "What the hell do you mean you can't change it back? You better do something quick or I'll have to severely hurt you in front of you light!" he pointed a finger at me and I gulped. Why was it always me?
"Leave Yugi out of this!" Yami yelled back. "This is strictly between you and me."
Out the corner of my eye I notice Marik grab Ryou again while Malik passed him a bowl of popcorn. So this was all entertainment for them huh? They were lucky I was too small and scared to do anything! I'd show them a thing or two!
"Tell me how to get my body back. Hurry up; I won't wait too long for a answer." Bakura sneered.
"I can't do it, you have to." Yami calmly explained. "You'll remain that way until you learn how to show compassion. Learn to love your light, don't abuse him." Bakura growled and tossed him aside.
"You son of a..." Malik tackled him and pinned him to the ground.
"Watch it Bakura..." he cooed.
"What do you mean watch it? I can't stay like this!" the albino shrieked and Ryou chuckled.
"You can't stay dressed like that either." I said. "You need more clothes." This was turning out to be fun. Malik's face lit up at the mention of Shopping and he grinned at Marik.
"Let's all go now. I'm Bakura's going to need all the help he can get." The blonde stated with a smirk.
"Lead the way." Yami motioned towards the door and I followed, having nothing better to do. Besides, somebody sane had to go with them. Releasing Bakura, Malik, Marik, and Yami onto the streets by themselves would be like releasing the apocalypse on the world.
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Bakura's POV
I sat with my arms crossed at a bench glaring at Ryou's back as he shifted through a rack of clothes. I hated the mall. It was hell on earth. All the people and it was just plain annoying to walk for so long.
The demonic duo had betrayed me, going off to apparently find something to make me 'feel better'. Even the pharaoh and his midget had disappeared, wanting to check out the newest items in hot topic. "Here Bakura, go try this on." Ryou said holding out some clothes.
Grumbling I snatched them from him and started to undo the buttons of my shirt. "Bakura! What the hell are you doing?" The twerp shouted at me.
"What the hell do you think? I'm trying on this shit you gave me." My eyes narrowed at him. Why couldn't he just make up his freakin' mind?
"You can't do that here! Go to a dressing room, now!" He shoved me in the direction of the dressing rooms and my nose crinkled disdainfully. He wanted me to go in there?
"I can't go in there! That's for girls!" My finger pointed towards the feminine symbol by the door, "Have you lost you mind?" I snapped.
Ryou sighed and shook his head. "Bakura have you forgotten already?" he smirked and gave my breast a nice slap, causing me to hiss and cover myself protectively. "Now get in there!" Suddenly feeling violated I stomped off into the accursed dressing room. Oh he could pay...later.
Everyone seemed to find this all so humorous, well see if they're still laughing when I send them all to the shadow realm. I smirked, tugging on the form fitting blouse Ryou gave me and turned to gaze in the mirror.
The outfit given to me wasn't really all that bad, for a girl and the fact that I was wearing it made things worse. I was wearing tight dark blue jeans with a white button down blouse. Under the shirt was a black spaghetti strap shirt. Simple yet stylish, Ra be damned if I wear anything else. Dresses or skirts were out of the question. I refuse to degrade myself any further.
Opening the door I stepped outside and wandered over to Ryou, who looked up and smiled. "You look nice Bakura." He said softly with a smile and I nodded. Actually it was more to cover up that damn blush than to answer to his compliment.
"Yeah, thanks now can we get the hell out of here?" I snapped and he giggled.
"You have to change back into your old clothes first. You can't walk out without buying them." Ryou explained. "Hurry so I can pay for your stuff." With that I left him and returned to the room.
Damn the pharaoh. He did this just to piss me off. He'd pay dearly just as soon as I figure out how. Still grumbling I managed to make it out and back to Ryou who now seemed to have a cart full of clothes, pajamas, day clothes, under garments? Surely he didn't expect me to wear that.
/well of course I do. I'm buying it./ He frowned and snatched the jeans and shirts from my hands.
//I refuse to wear a Bro!//
/It's a bra Yami, and you have to unless you want your nice new breasts to sag like Yugi's grandpa./
I said nothing to him after that, finally giving into defeat. There was now way in hell I was going to look like that, even if I was a girl. Grabbing my bags he led the way, heading towards the food court. Malik waved to us as we approached. "Hey! Bakura, got a present here for you?" he held out a pink and white bag and I frowned hesitant to take it at first.
"Will it blow?" I asked poking at the contents and he chuckled.
"Nope, just a present form the two of us." He draped an arm around Marik and grinned, thrusting the bag into my hands.
Shrugging I opened it, curiosity overcoming me. As soon as the bag was opened I growled and threw it back. "What the hell is that?" I snapped, glaring at both of them.
"Their clothes of course! It's lingerie from Victoria secret." Malik stated, his grin widening at my blush. By now Yugi and Yami had took it out of their busy schedules to pry into my business and now sat smirking with the two blonds.
"What secret! It's see-through!" I snapped. "What secret and I supposed to keep with that? I've been turned into a girl, not a street whore!"
"But Bakura dear, I think lace would fit you rather well. Don't you Marik?" Malik asked in a mock imitation of some random sophisticated wanna- be.
"Why of course, the black and leather would give him more of a delicate, yet suggestive look. It's a nice look to have, especially while pleasuring a loved one." Marik nudged Ryou who blinked and blushed.
Yami and Yugi seemed to be enjoying themselves. Both were trying to see which out of the two of us was the reddest. It was most likely me, damn these female hormones! "I will not be pleasuring Ryou. Not in this form or in any other! Get that through your sick minds. Take it back!" I snapped suddenly, banging my fists on the table.
Malik's grin faded and he shrugged, casting a look over to Ryou, who suddenly seemed interested in something across the hall. Not that I cared. "Get a grip Kura, it was just a joke."
"Oh really, guessed I missed it. Either that or it wasn't very funny." Silence seemed to consume the group for a while, until the solitude was broken by my 'favorite' pharaoh.
"That's enough for today. Let's all go home..."
*~*~*~*
The door opened and closed, signaling that someone had walked onto the porch with me. The day had calmed down by now and faded into a peaceful night. "Hey...you okay Ryou?" A hand rested gently on my shoulder and I smiled.
"Fine Malik, I'm just thinking is all." I stated softly. Returning my gaze to the sky as another star faded into view.
"Are you sure? Don't lie to me, I always know when you're lying Ryou." He cleared his throat and I followed his gaze to where the millennium rod lay in his hands, hidden behind his back.
"I'm fine Malik, really." I insisted, with a soft smile. There really was no lying to him; it wasn't like he was going to go away.
"Bakura's words, they bother don't they? His words from when we were at the mall." He pressed on turning me so that I faced him. It made me uncomfortable the way he kept trying to search my face.
A small blush crept up on my cheeks and I sighed. "No...I'm just a little confused now, if that's what you want to call it."
"About what if you don't mine me asking?"
"About my feelings towards my Yami. And it's not what you think...I don't reall find his new body attractive." I stopped and thought about it. "Okay well, that's a lie. I just don't find him attractive as a female. I miss his old body."
"Yeah, don't we all?" Malik replied dreamily and I glared. "Heheh, sorry Ryou." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Oh I get it! You're upset because you think that Kura doesn't have feelings for you! Well don't worry, he'll come around. He has to if he wants his body back."
"You really think so?" I asked, hope filling my features. It was kinda senseless to have feelings for someone that seemed to hate you. "Sometimes I can't tell."
"Have you learned anything? I know all!" He shouted, smacking the back of my head. "There's no need for me to think because I know." He twirled the millennium rod in his hand, a soft smirk on his face. "Trust me; just give him a little time. Bakura's too stubborn to let his guard down, but if you catch him at the right moment..."
"What do you mean?" I asked suddenly interested.
"It's a little trick I learned." He grinned. "Wait until Bakura gets ready to go to sleep. Ask him anything and he'll answer without knowing it." Malik winked at me before stepping off the porch and leaving.
With a shrug I went back inside, softly closing the door behind me. Bakura was stretched out on the couch in what appeared to be panda pajamas. They were cute and for a minuet I wondered where he got them from. Maybe Malik because I know I never gave him anything like that.
"Yami...?" I timidly asked.
"What is it?" he answered me in a soft tone that almost scared me. He had never spoken to me like that before.
"I um...it's nothing really. Mind if I sit down?" I asked softly.
"Only if I get to use you for a pillow." Chuckling I walked over and sat in the place Bakura provided for me then allowed him to rest his head on my knees. "Mmm...to lazy to make it upstairs, unless you feel like carrying me." He mumbled softly.
"Don't push your luck." I snickered. What would I look like trying to carry Bakura of all people? We wouldn't make it to the stairs if even that far!
"Oh well...you're comfortable anyway. You'll have to do." A shaky hand rose to rest on his head, stroking it softly. I was glad Bakura was half sleep, otherwise he might have bitten me and I mean it too.
It was then Malik's words came back to me. Maybe now would be a good time to try it out and see. "Bakura..."
"Ryou...?"
"Why are you wearing panda pajamas?" okay, so that wasn't exactly what I wanted to ask, but it was a start. And besides, I really did want to know.
"Malik made me. Said I wasn't going to waste his damn money..."
I covered my mouth to muffle my giggle, imagining the hell poor Malik had to go through to get Bakura to wear it. "Yami about what was said in the mall today..."
"I didn't mean to hurt you...sorry..." My jaw dropped and I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Maybe I should do this more often. There was no way in hell I'd get these types of answers out of him if he were awake.
"Do you love me Yami?" I lowered my voice to that of a whisper and stopped rubbing his hair. If I could just get one clue maybe the weight on my shoulders would lift.
After waiting for a while I bent down low enough to listen to him breathe. The air escaped from his slightly parted lips in a even rhythm and I smiled realizing that he couldn't hear me anymore. He had gone into a deep sleep.
Most might think I'm crazy for loving my Yami but they don't know him like I do, they just assume. My nights of taking care of him when he would get sick (well, he never really gets sick, just has little coughing fits. They only last for a few hours so they don't count), staying up until he would get home, they were all signs of my affection.
You'd think he'd have realized by now because he can supposedly read my mind. But he can't, he can only read it when I want him too. A defense to protect my mind from his probing was easy to make. It doesn't take an idiot to dream up a thick brick wall.
And sensing him is a breeze too. It's hard to explain, but he's been there for so long I can tell when he's trying to pry and can snap up my shield before he can get to my thoughts, boy does that piss him off. It's because of this that he's totally oblivious.
If Malik knew so much about our relationship, why didn't he just stick his damn millennium rod where his mouth was and tell me my future. Of course I knew he wouldn't, he'd shake his head at me and say that ancient Egyptian magic is nothing to play with then turn to Marik and start laughing. The evil bastard...
He's always been like that, I guess in a way it makes him feel better, having the power to see things before it happens. That or he just likes to torture me. With a yawn I let my head fall back on the couch cushion, it wasn't like I'd be moving anytime soon, besides it felt good having Bakura lay on me.
*~*~*~*~*~ Topazia: Okay, the next chapter should be interesting. Bakura gets hit on and sends random people shadow realm. A bit of scary OOCness, but not too much, we won't disgrace poor Bakura anymore than we half too.
Bakura: As if it can get any worse...
Topazia: Oh it can! You could end up pregnant! Mwahahaha!
Bakura: For Ryou? You wouldn't dare!
Topazia: Of course not! We don't want to traumatize our readers! Just scare them a little... *smirk* Anyway...I'll try to post soon but we're testing at school. I spend five hours in one classroom taking a stupid test that could determine whether or not we pass certain class and graduate our senor years. And to make matters worse some of the material I haven't seen since my seventh grade year. O.o'