I'm sorry this chapter is so late. Is anyone still reading this thing anyway? Anywho, I think this might be the last chapter of this fic. I've realized that I'm not going to write chapter stories anymore because I'm too lazy to continue them. -.- So now I'm a one-shot specialist! Yay.
Grrrrrrr. Someone told me in a review that this was not a place for duelmasters bashing, I only wrote one measly sentence about it and that was in the disclaimer! Also, people do character bashing and they also criticize the American dubbed episodes. ISN'T THAT THE SAME RA DAMNED THING!? Goddamnit. People have too much time on their hands.-.-
ANYWHO. After that rant, you people deserve the final installment of...DUM DUM DUUUUM "LOST AND FOUND!" XD
Warnings: The OOCness has gotten worse...hn..Shounen-ai?
Disclaimer: Do you really believe I would've let the pharaoh win the duel against Bakura in the Battle City semi-finals if I owned this show? Would I even let the pharaoh be in the show!?
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A few weeks had passed and Bakura and Ryou were being extremely friendly to each other. Bakura began to help Ryou around the house and was being generally tolerant of Ryou. Do we dare say he was being nice? Bakura hadn't told Ryou about what went on with him and Malik and Ryou didn't tell Bakura what he saw but he felt that he should.
Malik had finally decided to ring up and ask Bakura if he wanted to go to the movies. Bakura declined, stating that he had better things to do and hung up without another word. Malik had tried again and Ryou had picked up. He told him that Bakura was out and didn't know when he'd be back. Malik didn't give up and continued to ring daily.
"Why are you ignoring him, Yami?"
"Who am I ignoring, Yadonushi?"
"Malik. You seem to not wish to talk to him whenever he phones us."
"If I recall correctly, are you not the one who kept telling him I was away?"
"What happened between you two?"
Bakura stayed silent and Ryou was afraid he'd gone too far.
"I messed up and decided to leave it. I just haven't told him yet."
Ryou stared at him in disbelief.
"You didn't mess it up and you know that," Ryou stated quietly.
"And what would you know?"
Ryou sighed and decided it was time for the confession.
"A few weeks ago when you came home crying, and don't deny it, you were, I had left the house and decided to talk to Malik to see what had happened."
"Why did you do that? It was none of your business."
"I did it because you are my yami and you never cried. I figured something must've upset you and I assumed it was Malik. So I walked to his house to talk. I knocked on the door but no one answered. I decided to try out the doorknob because I could hear some noise inside. The door was unlocked so I stepped in and found Malik in the living room."
"And?"
"He was on the couch with Mariku on top of him...."
Bakura smirked inwardly. He knew what Malik and Mariku would be doing but getting Ryou to actually say it would be interesting to watch.
"So what were they doing?"
"They were...well...they...um..."
"Spit it out, Yadonushi! I don't have all day!"
"Well, they were doing intimate things to each other."
"Define intimate."
Ryou's eyes, which were previously focused on the floor, flicked towards Bakura's face. Bakura was smirking and there was a glint of amusement in his eyes.
"Bakura! You pervert!"
Bakura's smirk slid off and he looked slightly surprised. Ryou began to look nervous.
"What?"
"You just called me by my name. No yami, just Bakura."
"I also called you a pervert, if that meant anything to you," Ryou mumbled.
Bakura grinned and hugged his hikari. Ryou's eyes went big but he hugged Bakura back. They broke apart after a few moments and Bakura was looking away, a pink stain over his cheeks.
"What was the hug for?"
"You're changing. You aren't the same Ryou I first met. You're...not afraid of me anymore."
Ryou stood there, contemplating what Bakura had just said.
"I guess you're right. But aren't you still mad at Malik and Mariku?"
"I was at the start, but more with myself now."
"Why? You never did anything wrong."
"I got too close. I knew it was just a pleasure thing but I still opened my heart to that bastard. I swore I'd never do that and I was too weak to do anything about it."
"I guess that's true."
Bakura stared at Ryou with a little bit of hurt in his eyes. Ryou saw and sighed.
"Bakura, you're taking me too seriously. I was joking. Don't go weepy over me now."
Bakura sighed and they avoided each others gaze for a moment.
"Look!"
Bakura's head flicked towards Ryou's voice and then to where he was looking, out the window.
"It's snowing! We have to go outside!"
Bakura saw a white blur rush pass him and bolt out the door. Bakura, being the intelligent one, went into the bedroom and dug out his winter jacket and some gloves. He walked out the door and walked towards the elevator. He pushed the button to go down and hopped in. After a few moments the door opened and Bakura stepped out. He headed out the main door and found his hikari standing in the courtyard, admiring the flurrying snow around him. As Bakura walked toward the hikari, Ryou turned around and smiled when he saw Bakura walking toward him. He beckoned Bakura to hurry.
"Come on! We must build a snow man!"
Bakura grumbled and just watched while Ryou dropped to his knees and began piling up the snow. The snow swirled around them as Bakura watched Ryou pile up the snow and then shape it. After it was finished, Bakura saw that it was, not the promised snowman, but the Change of Heart. Ryou stepped back and smiled at his work. He looked appreciatively at it and Bakura glanced at him, rubbing his hands together.
"What's wrong with your hands?"
Ryou smiled softly at Bakura.
"They're just a little cold. They'll warm up soon."
Bakura continued to cast skeptical glances at Ryou before walking towards him.
"What is it, Bakura?"
"Here."
Bakura began to unzip his jack and grabbed Ryou's hands before placing them on his sides and zipping up the jacket. Ryou blushed.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm warming your hands. I don't want them to fall off."
"You don't have to."
"I don't mind. It feels kind of nice."
Ryou smiled and wrapped his arms around Bakura, so his hands were now on his back. This had drawn them closer and Ryou rested his head on Bakura's chest. He felt Bakura wrap his arms around him and his face nuzzle into his hair.
"What is it?"
"My nose is cold. I don't want it falling off either."
Ryou chuckled and sigh contentedly.
"So are you going to close off your heart to those that offer their heart to you?"
Bakura stared off into the distance, considering his answer.
"Well, it depends on the type of person who offers their heart to me."
"Come on. I want to go home now."
Bakura blinked at the sudden change of topic but decide not to comment.
"Let's go. You'll have to let go of me Ryou."
"It's too cold."
Bakura smirked and let go of Ryou. He knelt down and wrapped one of Ryou's legs around his waist. Ryou placed his arms down Bakura's back and his head in the crook of Bakura's neck. Bakura stood up and they were on their way home. On the way home, Ryou's breathing had begun to slow down and Bakura glanced down to see Ryou asleep. He smiled down at the look of content on Ryou's face and continued home.
As he reached the front door, he began to try and find the key without waking Ryou up. Ryou, however, was a light sleeper and woke up at the jostling. He yawned and reached into Bakura's jacket pocket before unlocking the door and nuzzling his head into Bakura's neck.
Bakura walked in and began his journey towards the bedroom. He set Ryou down on the bed and began to strip him. Ryou yawned.
"What are you doing?"
"You can't sleep in wet clothes Ryou."
He found some light blue pajama pants in the draws and dressed Ryou, before tucking him in and stroking his cheek.
"'Night Ryou."
Ryou mumbled something that Bakura couldn't understand.
"What was that, Hikari?"
"I said, it's still cold in this bed."
Bakura smirked and changed into some sweatpants. He climbed into the bed and wrapped his arms around the cold hikari. Ryou sighed contentedly and wrapped his arms around Bakura's neck. He snuggled into the warmth of Bakura's chest. Bakura smirked down at Ryou's fluffy head and whispered,
"I love you, even if you are turning me into a lovesick fool."
He didn't expect an answer but heard a muffled,
"I love you too."
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FLUFF! Look at all that fluff! Betcha that sucked!..nuargh...oh well. It's extremely short as well....oh well... look out for other stuff I've written. See you lot around!
Cheerio!
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Oooh more inspiration! I don't give a damn that there are author notes in the middle of this fic! This is what I do! So nyaah!
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The next morning, Ryou woke up to the sound of someone pounding on the door. He carefully slipped out of Bakura's extremely warm and comfortable grip, and padded towards the door.
"Hold on! I'm coming!"
Ryou rubbed his eyes and opened the door. There stood Malik, grinning at the small hikari.
"Hello Ryou!"
"Good morning, Malik. Why are you here so early?"
Malik didn't answer. He was too busy staring at Ryou. Ryou was dressed in his light blue pajama pants and nothing else. His hair was tasseled and he still looked slightly sleepy. Ryou began to fidget under Malik's gaze and stuttered,
"W-why are y-you here?"
Malik looked at Ryou with lusty eyes.
"I was looking for Bakura, but it seems you'll have to do."
"Who is it, Yadonushi!?"
It was Bakura. Ryou breathed a sigh of relief and called back,
"It's just Malik! He wants to see if you are available."
Bakura came to the door, dressed only in his sweat pants. He wrapped his arms around Ryou's waist and kissed him on the cheek. Ryou blushed but clung on to Bakura's arms, kissing him back. Malik stared as the half naked Bakura sauntered over and as the two half naked boys cuddled each other. Those two looked irresistible, in Malik's eyes.
"So you two are together? What fun we shall have."
He licked his lips again.
"What do you mean, Malik?" Ryou said, feigning innocence.
"Because if you think that Ryou and I are going to join in with you and your yami, then you are sadly mistaken. Your sick games don't interest us so piss off, you cheating bastard!"
And with that Bakura slammed the door in Malik's face and walked away, with Ryou still wrapped in his comforting embrace.
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DONE! Finally! Bwahahaha. Just needed that little extra bit. Awwwwwwww the fluff.
Well it's finally finished. Comments are appreciated, flames will be used to burn down my school and pointless reviews will be laughed at!
Malik is a really OOC but he had to act like that in this story. Hn, I considered Bakura with Mariku instead of Malik, but that was just two minutes ago and I can't really change it now but Mariku seemed more for the part then Malik, in my opinion anyway. ;
Review if you want!
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