Junko the Lost

Seduction

Disclaimer: YU-G1-0H! 1s n0t 0nw3d by m3!

Bakura drove out of the parking lot, speeding down the stretch of road. Malik's eyes were wide as Bakura's eyes filled with angry tears.

"Bakura, slow down," he said, placing an easy hand on Bakura shoulder. Bakura sighed, easing off the gas slowly and pulling into the parking lot of a restaurant. He wiped away his tears, looking at Malik slowly.

"Malik, I'm sorry, I just, I need to be alone for awhile," he whispered. Malik leaned over and caught his lips with his own. His kiss was tender, soothing.

"S'okay, Bakura," he said when he pulled away, "you can drop me off at home." Bakura nodded, and drove away again, much slower this time.

Malik paced his apartment. Who did Ryou think he was, playing with Bakura's heart like that? Did he have any feelings at all? Bakura had loved Ryou for a short while before Malik came along, and now his stuck up hikari had to go resurfacing feelings that Bakura thought he'd buried long ago.

He grabbed his coat and headed out. Driving over to Ryou and Bakura's apartment, he looked up at where he knew their window was. He wondered what he was planning to do. Bakura was probably off drinking in a bar somewhere, as he had a tendency to do when confused and depressed, and Ryou might not be home yet. Making a decision, he got out of the car.

He rode the elevator upwards and got off on Bakura's floor, walking to the door to their apartment. He knocked, and Ryou answered a quick, "Coming."

When he opened the door, Ryou immediately asked, "Where's Bakura?" Malik shook his head, trying to refrain form punching the boy's face in.

"Probably out drinking," he replied, going into the apartment without waiting for a response.

"Why?" Ryou asked, following the blonde male as he went into the kitchen and grabbed a beer out of the fridge.

"You," he said, before opening the can and taking a deep gulp. He winced at the strong effect of alcohol as it seared into his veins. Ryou flinched at the smell.

"What about me?" Ryou asked. Malik glared.

"Like hell you don't know. First you act like you like him, and then you kiss him. And then we follow you and find you kissing your boyfriend."

"Y-you followed me?" Ryou asked, shocked.

"Yeah, stupid son of a bitch was worried about you." Malik rolled his eyes.

"Emerald is not my boyfriend," Ryou insisted.

"Sure seemed it at the club when you were all over him."

"Listen, a friend of mind had a date tonight, and he needed me to keep his cousin preoccupied," Ryou explained. Malik eyed him warily.

"Then why have you been messing around with his feelings, Ryou? He doesn't know what to think anymore," he replied in a much calmer voice.

"I- . . . promise you won't get mad?" he asked. Malik nodded grudgingly. "I like him, and I . . . I just, I don't know . . ." he trailed off. Malik nodded knowingly.

"Ryou, I understand, I do, but I'm with him, and he's mine. You won't be able to change that." Ryou glared, and before he could think things over he had slugged Malik in the eye.

A few minutes later, Bakura walked in to see Malik standing over Ryou, who had a split lip and a black eye and was crying. He stared for a few seconds at the scene, before turning to Malik.

"Get out," he said, glaring.

"Bakura, he punched me," Malik sputtered, trying to explain. Bakura snorted.

"I said, get out," he uttered slowly, as if trying to contain his anger. Malik glared at Ryou and grabbed his jacket before walking out the door. Bakura knelt down by Ryou. Ryou flinched away when Bakura touched him.

"Ryou, what happened?" he asked, worry in his eyes.

"I did it, Bakura," Ryou mumbled, huddling closer.

"Did what?" Bakura asked, confused.

"He was just, so calm about it. He was right, and I punched him. I didn't mean to," he tried, sounding apologetic.

"Wait, what?"

"I came home, and he came over, and started yelling at me. I'm sorry you saw me with that guy at the club. He was my friend's cousin. Mercury just wanted me to keep him busy while he went out with his date. And then Malik told me that I'd never have you, and he was right, and before I knew it, I'd punched him."

Bakura opened and closed his mouth, doing a wonderful impression of a fish. "W-why did you kiss me earlier, Ryou?" Ryou blushed.

"I like you," he admitted. Bakura, before waiting for another word, leaned in to kiss Ryou. Their lips met softly, and Ryou finally got what he wanted, but he felt . . .

Nothing. He felt no connection, no love for Bakura, he pulled away. "Wait," he said, panting heavily.

"What?" Bakura asked.

"Y-you have to think about what you're giving up. I don't want to take you away from Malik."

"Why not?" Bakura asked.

"Number one, he'd probably kill me, and number two, you two were happy together."

"We're through, Ryou," Bakura insisted.

"You say that now, but you might regret it tomorrow morning, just please sleep on it. That way we can be sure."

Bakura nodded in agreement.

The next day, Ryou was nowhere to be found.

In truth, he was sharing an apartment with Mercury. They spilt the cost and the both worked at the strip club to pay rent. Mercury appreciated not having to pay for the apartment by himself anymore and Ryou appreciated having somewhere to stay while he sorted out his thoughts.

Some months later, he returned to Bakura, who was back together with Malik, and they were sharing an apartment. He smiled as Malik opened the door.

"Ohmygod, Ryou," Malik embraced him, pulling him into a tight hug. "You have no idea how worried we've been about you. Bakura," he called, "Ryou's back!"

Bakura came running to the door, embracing Ryou as well.

"Ryou, where were you?"

"I was staying with Mercury," he replied. He turned to Malik. "I'm sorry," he said.

"For what?" Malik asked.

"For trying to take Bakura from you. It was silly, you two have to be the closest couple I've ever know. Even I couldn't break you up."

Malik accepted the apology and over dinner Ryou told them everything. About how he'd been working at the strip club and the bet he'd had with his friends. About how he'd kissed Bakura and felt nothing.

At last, all came to peace between them, and Ryou once again returned to go back to live with Mercury. When he opened the door, he found a bouquet of violets (his favorite) and a note.

'To my Love . . .'

End