Hentai Ryou

By Vada via cretino

Well here's chapter 13. This story's a slightly longer than intended…but oh well. Quite a lot of you didn't want me to skip days, but a few want them to get together sooner. I'm going to skip a days, so it's now 4 days until the 'decision time' for Ryou. Instead of prolonging the day into a few chapters as I've done before, each day will have one chapter. So it's 4 chapters until the end of this fic, but I might do an epilogue to conclude it all.

Again, thank you so much for all of your reviews! Over 600 now, I'm delighted! ^____^

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, Kazuki Takahashi does… etcetera, etcetera.

Warnings: Shounen-ai. My weird 'sense of humour'. Perverted and sarcastic Ryou. Swearing.

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Chapter 13 – Fuming spirits

I whined pitifully as I sat in front of the open refrigerator, wearing only a pair of boxers. The slow cold seeping out from the appliance wasn't cooling me down any, and if I kept it open for too long it would probably break or something. Bakura would definitely not be able to survive without a 'fridge, and I couldn't afford a new one.

Speaking of Bakura, he wouldn't talk to me about what happened the other day. He had spend most of yesterday avoiding me, so I had nothing to do but watch boring re-runs on the television. I honestly don't know what the hell came over me, but, although I am highly embarrassed – especially about facing that guy from school – even I have to admit it was quite comical, especially my proposal. I crack myself up sometimes.

Sighing, I fanned myself with a hand, using the other to support my weight. It was too damn hot, and thinking in this weather exerted too much effort.

Bakura walked into the kitchen, grabbed a drink from the refrigerator, stopped a second to give me an odd look, and merely walked back out again.

"It's hot!" I cried in my defence, as if that would explain my weird behaviour.

Hot was definitely an understatement. I could practically see the heat waves in the air, and the atmosphere was so sweltering that any form of movement was agony for me. 

That lucky Egyptian spirit wasn't even affected by the heat. He could probably run around wearing all the clothes he owns and not even break into a sweat…though that might be exaggerating slightly. I wish Bakura was affected by the heat, though. Then he'd have to wear very little, and that would definitely be something enjoyable to see…

The phone rang suddenly, snapping me out of my perverse thoughts. I refused to answer it, as the movement would only cause me to get uncomfortably hot. So I merely remained sitting in front of the 'fridge, seriously considering taking some out some ice to put on my body. Though I mournfully considered the fact that it would probably evaporate the moment it left the confines of the appliance.

The phone didn't stop ringing, though, and it was beginning to annoy me. It was quite near, to be honest. But I was adamant on staying where I was.

/Get that, would you, Yami?/ I asked, in a tone that left no room for argument. At least that's what I had planned to accomplish. It sounded more like a whine, even to me.

I could hear Bakura grumbling to himself as he reached the phone, and answered with a snappy, "What?!"

I leaned back to get a look at Bakura's face, just in time to see it darken significantly. Without saying anything, my angered Yami slammed the phone down.

"That was rude." I commented offhandedly, raising an eyebrow. "Who was it? I'm guessing you know, despite your brief conversation."

"Malik." Bakura spat venomously, looking extremely murderous.

I smiled brightly, playing my part pretty well, I thought. "Really?" I exclaimed happily, "Why'd he call?" I wiped the smile from my face to suddenly glare accusingly at Bakura. "Oh, wait, you hung up on him, so you probably don't know!"

Bakura's anger lessened, and he had the decency to look slightly sheepish. "Yeah…well I don't like him." He said stubbornly, if not somewhat childishly.

I rolled my eyes at him. "But I do. If you--"

The shrill ring of the phone cut me off, and caused Bakura to start slightly. I would have preferred to stay sat in a place where I was at least slightly cooler than another part of the house, but I knew I would have to answer it.

Letting out a suffering sigh, I shut the 'fridge door, got up and answered the phone. "Moshi moshi." I greeted brightly, knowing whom it was on the other end, also knowing that Bakura hadn't moved from his spot in the kitchen doorway.

"Hey sexy." Malik purred, and I could just see the wicked gleam in his eyes as he said that.

"Hi Malik." I said, not finding it that hard to blush at the Egyptian's greeting. I did used to have a crush on him, after all.

"Want to do something today?"

I blinked slowly, letting the question slowly seep into my mind before I exclaimed, rather abruptly, "Are you kidding?! In this heat?! I'll fry!"

I heard a slight irritated snort, and raised my eyes to Bakura's, sticking my tongue out at him, before mouthing the words, 'Get lost', and waving him away with my free hand.

Bakura's eyes lit up with amusement and with a smirk, he leaned against the doorframe, obviously going nowhere.

"Excuse me, Malik." I questioned politely, covering the speaking end with a hand afterwards.

"Yami! Go away! I'm trying to have a private conversation with Malik!" I huffed.

Bakura's eyes ran down my body before they met my own again, and the ex Tomb Robber grinned wolfishly, "I'm sure I can think of something we could do together, hikari."

I willed away the oncoming blush, and tried to remain nonchalant. Definitely not an easy feat, let me tell you. Rolling my eyes in exaggerated irritation, I ignored Bakura and put the phone to my ear instead.

"Sorry about that, Malik. You know Bakura." I said, glaring at the now pouting spirit. "He doesn't know when to go away." I ground out the last two words, trying to make it look like I wanted him to leave.

Bakura just glared right back at me.

Malik laughed. "Don't worry about it. Do you want Marik and me to come around instead, then? Pissing off Bakura is one of my favourite pass-times."

I giggled and nodded, even though Malik couldn't see me. "Sure, I haven't seen you both for a while. Come round in about an hour, okay?"

"Sure thing, sugar."

"See you in a bit, then." I said, putting down the phone after hearing the blonde's own goodbye.

I dared a glance at Bakura, to see him practically steaming in anger. His left eye twitched. "Sugar?"

"You heard?" I asked in 'embarrassment'. At Bakura's slow nod I laughed nervously, swinging my arms at my sides in a gesture I usually do when I'm nervous.

"They are not coming in this house, Ryou!" Bakura said quietly, his voice deadly and pale features twisted in a scowl.

I sighed in exasperation. "Yes they are. It's my house, Yami. That's all there is to it." That said, I turned on my heel and made my way upstairs. It's all well and good me being half naked in front of Bakura. He's my Yami, after all. But in front of Marik and Malik?

Noooo.

Muttering curses under my breath about the temperature, I went into my room to get changed. I can't wear leather pants, because I'll turn all sweaty and disgusting, and it'll be way too hot for a British teenager like me to handle.

I opened my wardrobe, and 'hmmed' to myself in thought. I'm sure Yami and Yugi will have bought me something to wear for weather such as this, courtesy of my credit card.

…But do I want to know what?

After quite a bit of searching and lots of leather and buckles later, I had found items of clothing that I could wear. My face was burning at the thought of wearing things like this in my own home, let alone ever in public.

There was a pair of black shorts, white hot pants(!!) both of which were leather, and an assortment of shirts; tank tops, muscle t-shirts and the like. What I wouldn't give for ordinary, baggy shorts and a plain t-shirt to wear…

What caught my eye, however, were the sets of wrist and ankle bands that I found. They were mainly made of black leather, but had a wide strip of silver steel decorating them. I thought they looked quite appealing.

After a heavy inner debate, I had gone with the black leather shorts, a black, sleeveless tank top that didn't even cover my stomach, and completed the look with the wrist and ankle bands. There was no way that I would wear those hot pants, they'd barely cover my butt!

The black clothing would absorb the heat, I realised, but as long as I wasn't in direct contact with the sunlight I shouldn't be too bad. I really need to get some air conditioning installed in the house, maybe I can get some extra money from my Dad.

Steeling myself, I made my way downstairs, without taking a look at my reflection. If I saw how very little I was actually wearing I would probably make myself wear something less revealing, despite the heat.

I walked into the kitchen, about to open the fridge and sit down in front of it--

"What the fuck are you wearing?!"

I turned around to glare at Bakura, "You can't--"

"You're dressing up to impress those blonde sluts, aren't you?!" He interrupted with a snarl.

My eyes widened in shock. "No! Though it's really none of your business, the weather is hot and--"

Bakura snorted. "Whatever.

I felt so angry. Bakura's interruptions and accusations were causing me to seethe in fury. He had no right to say things like that!

"So you really think that low of me, do you?" I asked quietly.

That question must have caught my Yami off guard because he blinked at me in confusion, obviously not comprehending the fact that I was barely restraining myself from launching at him and clawing his pretty little eyes out.

Bakura shook his head slowly. "What would be low about it, though? Since you adore Marik and Malik so much." He spat, his anger returning as quickly as it had gone.

"Will you listen to yourself?" I yelled, giving Bakura an incredulous look. "Are you jealous or something?!"

"No!" He snapped hotly, a light blush staining his cheeks. Whether it was from anger or embarrassment, I don't know.

"Then why are you being such a jerk?!"

"I don't want you to hang around with the likes of those two!"

"What, like you are any better?!"

I was sure I saw a flash of hurt in his eyes, but it was quickly taken over by anger, if it was even there to start with. I let out a deep breath, trying to calm myself. Bakura just stared at me with an indefinable expression for a while, before his harsh brown eyes looked at the floor.

"I'm sorry." He grumbled.

My eyes widened in disbelief and I fought down a grin at his apology. "What, Yami?" I asked, feigning ignorance. "I didn't quite catch that."

Bakura's head snapped up and he gave me a withering glare, apparently not realising the teasing note to my voice. When he noticed the grin on my face his expression faded, but he still scowled at me. "You heard me. I will not repeat myself."

"Apology accepted." I said brightly, pleased that things had gone my way and had gotten an apology from my darker half.

I think – well I hope – that I hid my relief pretty well. I wouldn't want us to fall out over something so trivial, especially since we can ignore each other for a very long time if we're angry enough. What would I do if things didn't go my way by the end of the week? Dread filled my heart as I realised that, if Bakura really didn't love me, I would have to pretend to date Marik and Malik for Kami knows how long!

The shrill ring of the doorbell startled me into the present, and I inwardly smiled at the look of rage that crossed Bakura's face once more at the remembrance of Marik and Malik. Either he was jealous, or he genuinely didn't like them. I really hope it's the former.

When I answered the door I was met with dropped jaws and wide eyes. I frowned. "What…?"

Marik recovered first and whistled appreciatively. "Who got you those clothes? I'll thank them personally."

I blushed at their roaming gazes, not noticing the glowering form of Bakura near by. "Yami and Yugi." I said quietly.

Marik's smirk slipped from his face. "Oh, never mind then. But I'll have to admit they have good taste." He said grudgingly.

"Are you going to let us in?" Malik drawled, raising an eyebrow. "Or are we going to converse on your doorstep?"

I smiled apologetically, moving aside to let them pass. "Sorry, come in."

"Hello Bakura. How are you?" Malik greeted. It would have seemed a polite enough greeting, if it weren't for the huge smirk on the Egyptian's face.

"Go to hell." Bakura said flatly.

Rolling my eyes, I ushered the two blondes into the living room. Instead of sitting close to Malik like last time, Marik sat down and pulled me onto his lap. I gasped in surprise, my face quickly colouring.

Oh my God, I'm sitting on the lap of a crazy person! …Hahaha, Bakura looks ready to kill! I guess now he knows about their proposal he's going to keep a close watch on us.

Malik joined us – sat extremely close, might I add – and the extra body heat was making me really uncomfortable. But I was willing to bear it, if only to make Bakura see what he was missing.

Marik chuckled softly in my ear, and slipped his arms around my stomach. I tensed up reflexively and he only laughed again. He finds this all amusing, doesn't he? Ugh, sadistic jerk. Though I won't say that out loud because he still kind of scares me…

"Relax, Ryou." Malik whispered beside me, so Bakura couldn't hear.

Forcing myself to comply, I sank back to rest completely against Marik, still feeling uneasy, but trying to hide it.

//What the hell are you doing?!// Bakura's furious voice hissed in my mind.

I looked over at my Yami, who was currently sat on the armchair to my left, and sent him a reassuring smile.

/Don't worry about it, Yami./

Bakura's eyes darkened russet eyes bore into mine, and I unconsciously started to fan myself with a hand. Dayum, sometimes he looks so hot and he's not even doing it on purpose!

//Don't worry about it?!// Bakura growled. //You're sat on Marik's lap, hikari! Give me one good reason why that shouldn't worry me?!//

I blinked at him in confusion, stopping my hand. /He's not going to hurt me, and you know it. So why are you worried?/

I was genuinely confused this time. What was his problem? Did me being so close to the two blondes really bother him? Did he like one of them? He could be jealous of one of them instead of me…

…Or maybe Marik was only pretending to go along with Malik and really wanted to hack me up into pieces for having a crush on Malik, and Bakura knew it?

I gulped, not so confident about being safe around Marik anymore, suddenly wanting to be as far away from the insane Egyptian as possible.

In my sudden panic, I hadn't realised that Bakura hadn't answered me. He wasn't even looking at me now. Instead, he was glaring fiercely at Marik. I turned slightly to see Marik regarding Bakura with a taunting look that clearly said, 'look what I've got.'

"Can I talk to you for a minute, Ryou?" Bakura said through clenched teeth.

Normally I would have objected, but my imagination was running over-time with images of the different ways Marik could kill me. I nodded and scrambled up from Marik's lap – luckily without resistance – and followed Bakura into the kitchen, who shut the door so the blondes couldn't hear us.

I'm not cowardly. Not at all. I'm just…worried for Bakura's safety, yeah! I mean, I'm not scared of dying slowly and painfully… don't be ridiculous, but if I'm not around how will Bakura cope with no one to cook or clean for him? The poor guy would go insane.

Well…more insane.

"I want them out." Bakura hissed, anger radiating off of him in waves.

I eyed my Yami warily, he was unpredictable when he was irritated, and he was way beyond that. "Why?"

"Because, I will not have them molesting my hikari right in front of my eyes!"

"Leave the room, then…?" I suggested meekly, feeling slightly intimidated. Bakura hadn't been this angry in a long time…

Bakura seemed to sense this and the blazing fire in his eyes dimmed slightly, but it was still there. "That's not the point, hikari." Bakura said, sighing deeply. "I don't want to see you hurt those by two. You know what they're like. It may seem all great and full of sunshine now, but things never seem to go how you planned…" Bakura's voice had grown gradually quieter as he spoke, and he looked particularly troubled by the end of his little speech.

My heart swelled at the words, but I tried to prevent the huge grin that threatened to split my face in two. That was the nicest thing Bakura's ever said to me! I gave Bakura a small smile, which faltered when I remembered that what Bakura said should have insulted me, considering how I was 'infatuated' with Marik and Malik and all.

I scowled at myself internally. I was obsessing over this plan way too much, I barely got to spend any real time with Bakura anymore. We were either arguing, not talking, or nowhere near each other. It was tearing me up inside.

I allowed the smile to reappear, and I looked up at Bakura with sincerity. "Thanks, but I know what I'm doing." I said. "…I think." I muttered to myself.

Bakura's expression was one I couldn't read, though he did look fairly troubled still, but it quickly passed and he had an evil smirk on his face. "So can I kick them out?"

I rolled my eyes. He'll never change. "No."

Bakura's face fell. "But…."

"Inform them politely that I will see them some other time."

Bakura's eyes lit up, and he practically yanked the door off its' hinges and bounded into the living room. I winced at the harsh voices I heard. I heard things sounding suspiciously like, "Get the fuck out!" and some rather… unrefined protests.

I quietly shut the kitchen door and fanned myself again. It was still way too hot, and my lack of practical clothing didn't even help. I decided that the refrigerator had been given enough time to recover, and settled myself down in front of it once I had opened its' door. I sighed in relief. This was better, even if it wasn't much.

I heard another yell – sounding suspiciously like a triumphant Bakura – and the front door slamming shut. Bakura entered the kitchen with a smug look on his face, before it turned to exasperation as he saw me sat in front of the 'fridge again.

I watched Bakura, expecting him to turn around and walk out to watch television or something, but he hesitated, staring right back at me for a moment before he walked towards me.

I blinked at my darker half, who was currently sat next to me. "Yami, what are you doing?" I asked, bewildered.

Bakura smirked at me, dark eyes glittering in amusement. I felt my face heat up at our close proximity. "Sitting with you, what does it look like?"

"Yes…but why?"

"Do you always have to ask questions, hikari?" Bakura asked in irritation, but he still seemed to be in a pretty good mood considering he was practically foaming at the mouth earlier. It simply backed up my earlier conclusion – he acts like a hormonal teenage girl.

Deciding I wasn't going to get an explanation, I opted to remain silent. I snuck a look at Bakura out of the corner of my eye, to notice that he was in his own little world. I felt touched that he had bothered to sit with me, it had been pretty boring doing nothing, after all. Sorting out the contents of the fridge into categories had only occupied me for so long.

I turned my attention away from Bakura, although he's nice to look at, it would be hard to explain exactly why I would stare at him in the first place. He thinks I'm over him now. At least…I think he thinks that.

With a mental sigh, I snuck another quick look at Bakura, who was currently scanning the products inside the refrigerator. He seemed to have noticed some sort of order to the arrangement, because he turned to look at me, and raised a disbelieving eyebrow, but said nothing.

I flushed in embarrassment, crying, "I was bored!"

Bakura merely shook his head and chuckled, before his eyes caught sight of something in the refrigerator and brightened.

"Ooh! Chocolate pudding!" He squealed in delight, before pulling the container out of the fridge and devouring the dessert.

Bakura and his puddings… Smiling secretly to myself – Bakura would be insulted at the fact I was finding him amusing – I realised how endearing my Yami looked with chocolate all over his face. True, he did look quite foolish, well, to be honest, Bakura is foolish. But my smile widened as I watched Bakura, who had managed to get chocolate pudding on his nose and was now glaring at it, making himself look cross-eyed.

I laughed outright, and Bakura switched his glare onto me.

He's such an idiot.

But I wouldn't have it any other way.

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Sorry that took quite a while to get out, but I got stuck. I had written quite a bit, but I thought it sucked so I re-wrote it. I'm not entirely pleased with this chapter, but I'll deal. *shrugs* Anyway, it's 1:10am and I have school tomorrow…so I better go to bed.

Well, what did you think? I liked the ending, kinda. I thought it was cute. ^^; Plus, I made this chapter longer than usual! Could you tell? ^_^

Review, please!! Ja ne!