The Christmas party over at Malik's place was overall fun the other night, but Ryou was exhausted. Ryou was a bit disappointed at the thought of missing him again when the blonde boy had told him that he had to return back to Egypt so soon. Ryou gave him a friendly hug before the teen left for his trip back to his home, and Ryou also had the chance to see Yuugi and Yami again in a while since everyone was there, and he was happy to see them.
Ryou sighed quietly to himself, removing the earphones from his ears as he carefully placed the cd player back on the desk that he had been currently listening to this morning. Promptly flopping off the bed the teen strode out of his room, yawning weakly, before finally forcing himself to call out Bakura's name in curiosity to find the white haired boy in the house, however, no unexpected answer was given back to him. Ryou grew more worried and suspicious.
"Where is he?" he thought to himself mentally. The boy continued searching possibly everywhere, still, no sign of his yami in sight; this made Ryou almost lose his patients. He peeked his head in the bathroom. It was empty. Ryou tried for the attempt to call Bakura's name again, but suddenly stopped himself, knowing the obvious fact if Bakura wasn't even inside the house, he couldn't find him no where else. The only place that he hadn't checked yet was the... kitchen, somewhere Bakura wouldn't even bother going for no apparent reason anyways, but Ryou decided to check the place instead.
Ryou sniffed to smell the odd smell in the air above him. No, it wasn't bad. It smelled alot like food, but he wasn't really sure for himself. Ryou walked into the kitchen as he followed the smell leading him, for him to finally come to the exact spot where he was suddenly standing speechless at the sight right in front of his own eyes. What an unbelievable scene he saw was Bakura struggling roughly and intensively to crack a simple egg on the frying pan below him. Ryou glanced around the kitchen to realize everything was a complete mess. He knew if his father was here to see this he would be angry and disappointed in him, luckily for him he lived alone at the moment. His jaw dropped.
Ryou's eyes fixed back upon the furious yami, for him to now notice that he saw Bakura was wearing a light blue apron tied carelessly around his waist that had random stain patterns everywhere, at this exact point Ryou suddenly couldn't restrain himself from the laughter that was waiting inside his throat. The boy started giggling to himself as he slowly walked towards the other boy, however, Bakura still didn't recognize his presence. Ryou coughed softly and cleared his throat to gain his composure back again.
"Um, Bakura? What are you doing?..."
He tilted his head closer to get a better glance at the yami's face up close. Suddenly startled, Bakura gasped sharply as he jumped at least an inch off his own feet from the ground, before completely ruining the procedure that he had been working with at the moment.
"DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT!" Bakura screamed, still slightly panicking from the previous reaction. "God dammit! Are you trying to get me a heart attack?!"
"Gomen... but what were you doing? I was looking everywhere for you."
"What does it look like?" Bakura rolled his eyes in annoyance. "I'm trying to torture this egg with one of my favorite torturing methods..."
"...Were you trying to cook?" Ryou's eyes widened.
".....Yes."
"Why? I didn't know you actually cooked food..." Ryou trailed off, his own soft voice dying at the end of his own sentence.
"I don't!" Bakura blurted defensively. "This was my first try ever."
"...But you don't even eat that much." Ryou pointed out slowly.
"I think I already knew that, Ryou." Bakura started more calmy, before turning his body to face the table in front of him. Ryou looked at him oddly before glancing back at the same table that Bakura was staring at. Ryou's eyes immediately widened in total shock. He quickly ran towards the table and glanced around in pure surprise.
"Wow! You made all this Bakura?!" Ryou practically shouted ecstatically.
"Well..." Bakura started sheepishly, gently brushing his cheek with his fore finger while looking away. "It's not much though, so I don't know why your making such a big deal out of it. I didn't even know I had it in me until this morning."
Ryou was completely and literally blown away. His own yami... cooking. At first, he couldn't believe even imagining Bakura actually 'trying' to cook food, it just plainly didn't sound like the same person Ryou knew of him, and so suddenly. It just didn't make any sense at all.
"...If you didn't make this for yourself, then who did you make it for?" Ryou asked curiously.
"You have to eat, don't you?"
"Y-You made this for me...?" Ryou asked in awe.
"Of coarse I made it for you!" Bakura finally shouted. "You haven't been eating properly these weeks so someone had to at least make you something decent once in awhile. You know your supposed to be eating healthy even when your sick."
"Oh..." Ryou trailed off.
"Well, are you going to sit or not?"
"Oh! Yeah...." Ryou quietly sat down on the empty chair sitting beside him. Bakura sat down promptly on the other opposite side and carefully watched the teen. Ryou began eating his food silently in a comfortable manner. Bakura only continued to watch him eat intently, making Ryou suddenly grow more hesitant and uncomfortable at the other teen staring at him.
"What?" Ryou finally broke the silence.
"So... do you like it?" Bakura spoke, eyes closing happily while a small genuine smile was placed upon his lips with both of his hands resting on top of his lap. The darker boy chuckled softly in proper manner.
Ryou looked at him with an odd expression. "H-He's... actually smiling?" Ryou thought mentally. "He looks so.... different."
"Hello? You don't like it, do you?" Bakura suddenly demanded more coldly, brows narrowing more seriously.
"Oh no! I like it... it's just..." Ryou stopped while slowly inserting the spoon into his mouth.
"...I'v never seen this side of you before. Thats all." Ryou finished hesitantly.
"Well, now you did." Bakura told him simply. Ryou blushed.
"Aren't you going to eat some?" Ryou offered softly.
"I don't need to." Bakura stated confidently.
"Well, at least you can try some..."
"Nah, it's okay." Bakura gestured before finally sighing out loud. "I'm bored..." he mumbled out of nowhere. "You know... it was actually pretty fun on that day we hung out. I want to experience more new things..." he allowed a small smile.
Ryou struggled through the small choke inside his throat. To him, Bakura was acting awfully different today. The teen continued staring at the yami's calm face. Was he in a good mood for some reason? Ryou quickly shook that thought out of his mind. Ryou was still suspicious from all the situations that had happened. Bakura seemed more... nice. Maybe it was a practical joke---maybe he was being truthful, or even maybe he was finally.... changing.
"Oh, we can go somewhere today if you want." Ryou smiled.
"Where?"
"I don't know. The park?" Ryou asked.
"The park?" Bakura raised a brow. "What can we possibly do there?"
"I don't know, at least we can have some fresh air, or either we can just walk and talk."
"Fine." Bakura sighed.
"Why? You don't want to go now?"
"No, I was just expecting something more fun." Bakura mumbled disappointingly.
"Well, then you can pick." Ryou insisted.
"I don't know where else." Bakura answered quickly.
"Why not just the park?"
"Because you don't sound very enthusiastic."
"I do want to go." Ryou stated.
"...Okay."
"I'll get ready now then," Ryou took the last bite before walking back to the room to change into his warm clothes.
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The two teens walked silently and slowly. Ryou took a quick glance back at Bakura, who was being awfully too quiet. Ryou wondered why the darker boy wasn't talking much. He sighed, tilting his head up to the sky to view the grey clouds above him.
"It's not snowing today." Ryou frowned.
"Oh really?" Sarcasm took over Bakura's voice.
"Are you still mad?"
"Why would I be mad? I was never mad." Bakura told him simply.
"Well, it sounded like you were before."
"I'm. Not. Mad." Bakura spoke more firmly, emphasizing his point.
"Okay." Ryou's eyes then slowly fixed upon the scarf Bakura was wearing around his neck.
"What?" Bakura finally asked out loud, noticing the other boy's staring.
"You're wearing that scarf I gave you for Christmas." Ryou smiled.
"Oh... I couldn't find my old one, so I decided to wear this today." Bakura replied slowly.
"It looks nice on you." Ryou complimented happily.
"Whatever," the boy responded back flatly.
The two teens then finally came across a small bench nearby. Bakura walked pass him idly and sat down lazily, hands still kept inserted inside his pockets.
"Can we rest? I'm tired..."
"Sure." Ryou sat down beside him.
"It's cold." Bakura grumbled, slumping lower down on the bench.
"Your complaining awfully alot today." Ryou had finally noticed his reations towards everything so far all day.
"Is that a problem...?" Bakura demanded gently.
"No. I just noticed, that's all." Ryou replied simply.
"...Baka."
"Hey, Bakura?" Ryou started softly.
"What?"
"Can I ask you a question?" Ryou asked hesitantly, fiddling his fingers around.
"What is it?" Bakura asked somewhat suspiciously.
"Why are you, um, being in such a good mood today?"
"Hmm, good question Ryou. Why am I being in such a good mood today." Bakura pondered momentairly. "...Maybe because that stupid bastard finally left?" He added.
"Malik?"
"Who else?"
"He's not a bastard." Ryou frowned.
"Okay, then he's a 'stupid' bastard." Bakura said simply, smirking confidently.
Ryou frowned more. "Why do you hate him so much?"
"Do you remember when he made that deal with me in the past?"
"I think so..." Ryou spoke slowly.
"...He still hasn't given it to me, bastard. I'll be sure to kill him the next time I see him." Bakura muttered lowly. "Besides, it's nothing big of a deal since I already hated him ever since anyways."
Ryou's eyes slightly widened in surprise. "...Your still after the..."
Bakura smirked evilly. "Why are you so surprised? Were you thinking of me as a different person all along?"
"No, of coarse I knew... its just...." Ryou trailed off slowly, slightly disappointed.
Ryou thought to himself for a moment. "...Are you sure it's only because of him, or are you hiding something else?"
"What would I be hiding?!" Bakura suddenly shouted out too loud in public while instantly standing up on his feet in frustration. Odd expressions given from different faces all around him were staring confusingly, for Bakura to finally notice this for himself. The boy quickly slapped a hand over his mouth after a several seconds to finally realize his own actions. Ryou's eyes widened in surprise.
"Sorry..." Bakura spoke more softly with a muffled sound, hand still over his mouth. Ryou only sighed, burying his face in his hand while shaking disappointingly.
"Look what you made me do." Bakura growled, finally removing his hand.
"Why are you blaming me?" Ryou gave him an innocent look.
"Um, can we leave now?" Bakura looked around at the people still staring at them. Ignoring the teen, he quickly grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the park.
Ryou sighed quietly to himself, removing the earphones from his ears as he carefully placed the cd player back on the desk that he had been currently listening to this morning. Promptly flopping off the bed the teen strode out of his room, yawning weakly, before finally forcing himself to call out Bakura's name in curiosity to find the white haired boy in the house, however, no unexpected answer was given back to him. Ryou grew more worried and suspicious.
"Where is he?" he thought to himself mentally. The boy continued searching possibly everywhere, still, no sign of his yami in sight; this made Ryou almost lose his patients. He peeked his head in the bathroom. It was empty. Ryou tried for the attempt to call Bakura's name again, but suddenly stopped himself, knowing the obvious fact if Bakura wasn't even inside the house, he couldn't find him no where else. The only place that he hadn't checked yet was the... kitchen, somewhere Bakura wouldn't even bother going for no apparent reason anyways, but Ryou decided to check the place instead.
Ryou sniffed to smell the odd smell in the air above him. No, it wasn't bad. It smelled alot like food, but he wasn't really sure for himself. Ryou walked into the kitchen as he followed the smell leading him, for him to finally come to the exact spot where he was suddenly standing speechless at the sight right in front of his own eyes. What an unbelievable scene he saw was Bakura struggling roughly and intensively to crack a simple egg on the frying pan below him. Ryou glanced around the kitchen to realize everything was a complete mess. He knew if his father was here to see this he would be angry and disappointed in him, luckily for him he lived alone at the moment. His jaw dropped.
Ryou's eyes fixed back upon the furious yami, for him to now notice that he saw Bakura was wearing a light blue apron tied carelessly around his waist that had random stain patterns everywhere, at this exact point Ryou suddenly couldn't restrain himself from the laughter that was waiting inside his throat. The boy started giggling to himself as he slowly walked towards the other boy, however, Bakura still didn't recognize his presence. Ryou coughed softly and cleared his throat to gain his composure back again.
"Um, Bakura? What are you doing?..."
He tilted his head closer to get a better glance at the yami's face up close. Suddenly startled, Bakura gasped sharply as he jumped at least an inch off his own feet from the ground, before completely ruining the procedure that he had been working with at the moment.
"DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT!" Bakura screamed, still slightly panicking from the previous reaction. "God dammit! Are you trying to get me a heart attack?!"
"Gomen... but what were you doing? I was looking everywhere for you."
"What does it look like?" Bakura rolled his eyes in annoyance. "I'm trying to torture this egg with one of my favorite torturing methods..."
"...Were you trying to cook?" Ryou's eyes widened.
".....Yes."
"Why? I didn't know you actually cooked food..." Ryou trailed off, his own soft voice dying at the end of his own sentence.
"I don't!" Bakura blurted defensively. "This was my first try ever."
"...But you don't even eat that much." Ryou pointed out slowly.
"I think I already knew that, Ryou." Bakura started more calmy, before turning his body to face the table in front of him. Ryou looked at him oddly before glancing back at the same table that Bakura was staring at. Ryou's eyes immediately widened in total shock. He quickly ran towards the table and glanced around in pure surprise.
"Wow! You made all this Bakura?!" Ryou practically shouted ecstatically.
"Well..." Bakura started sheepishly, gently brushing his cheek with his fore finger while looking away. "It's not much though, so I don't know why your making such a big deal out of it. I didn't even know I had it in me until this morning."
Ryou was completely and literally blown away. His own yami... cooking. At first, he couldn't believe even imagining Bakura actually 'trying' to cook food, it just plainly didn't sound like the same person Ryou knew of him, and so suddenly. It just didn't make any sense at all.
"...If you didn't make this for yourself, then who did you make it for?" Ryou asked curiously.
"You have to eat, don't you?"
"Y-You made this for me...?" Ryou asked in awe.
"Of coarse I made it for you!" Bakura finally shouted. "You haven't been eating properly these weeks so someone had to at least make you something decent once in awhile. You know your supposed to be eating healthy even when your sick."
"Oh..." Ryou trailed off.
"Well, are you going to sit or not?"
"Oh! Yeah...." Ryou quietly sat down on the empty chair sitting beside him. Bakura sat down promptly on the other opposite side and carefully watched the teen. Ryou began eating his food silently in a comfortable manner. Bakura only continued to watch him eat intently, making Ryou suddenly grow more hesitant and uncomfortable at the other teen staring at him.
"What?" Ryou finally broke the silence.
"So... do you like it?" Bakura spoke, eyes closing happily while a small genuine smile was placed upon his lips with both of his hands resting on top of his lap. The darker boy chuckled softly in proper manner.
Ryou looked at him with an odd expression. "H-He's... actually smiling?" Ryou thought mentally. "He looks so.... different."
"Hello? You don't like it, do you?" Bakura suddenly demanded more coldly, brows narrowing more seriously.
"Oh no! I like it... it's just..." Ryou stopped while slowly inserting the spoon into his mouth.
"...I'v never seen this side of you before. Thats all." Ryou finished hesitantly.
"Well, now you did." Bakura told him simply. Ryou blushed.
"Aren't you going to eat some?" Ryou offered softly.
"I don't need to." Bakura stated confidently.
"Well, at least you can try some..."
"Nah, it's okay." Bakura gestured before finally sighing out loud. "I'm bored..." he mumbled out of nowhere. "You know... it was actually pretty fun on that day we hung out. I want to experience more new things..." he allowed a small smile.
Ryou struggled through the small choke inside his throat. To him, Bakura was acting awfully different today. The teen continued staring at the yami's calm face. Was he in a good mood for some reason? Ryou quickly shook that thought out of his mind. Ryou was still suspicious from all the situations that had happened. Bakura seemed more... nice. Maybe it was a practical joke---maybe he was being truthful, or even maybe he was finally.... changing.
"Oh, we can go somewhere today if you want." Ryou smiled.
"Where?"
"I don't know. The park?" Ryou asked.
"The park?" Bakura raised a brow. "What can we possibly do there?"
"I don't know, at least we can have some fresh air, or either we can just walk and talk."
"Fine." Bakura sighed.
"Why? You don't want to go now?"
"No, I was just expecting something more fun." Bakura mumbled disappointingly.
"Well, then you can pick." Ryou insisted.
"I don't know where else." Bakura answered quickly.
"Why not just the park?"
"Because you don't sound very enthusiastic."
"I do want to go." Ryou stated.
"...Okay."
"I'll get ready now then," Ryou took the last bite before walking back to the room to change into his warm clothes.
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The two teens walked silently and slowly. Ryou took a quick glance back at Bakura, who was being awfully too quiet. Ryou wondered why the darker boy wasn't talking much. He sighed, tilting his head up to the sky to view the grey clouds above him.
"It's not snowing today." Ryou frowned.
"Oh really?" Sarcasm took over Bakura's voice.
"Are you still mad?"
"Why would I be mad? I was never mad." Bakura told him simply.
"Well, it sounded like you were before."
"I'm. Not. Mad." Bakura spoke more firmly, emphasizing his point.
"Okay." Ryou's eyes then slowly fixed upon the scarf Bakura was wearing around his neck.
"What?" Bakura finally asked out loud, noticing the other boy's staring.
"You're wearing that scarf I gave you for Christmas." Ryou smiled.
"Oh... I couldn't find my old one, so I decided to wear this today." Bakura replied slowly.
"It looks nice on you." Ryou complimented happily.
"Whatever," the boy responded back flatly.
The two teens then finally came across a small bench nearby. Bakura walked pass him idly and sat down lazily, hands still kept inserted inside his pockets.
"Can we rest? I'm tired..."
"Sure." Ryou sat down beside him.
"It's cold." Bakura grumbled, slumping lower down on the bench.
"Your complaining awfully alot today." Ryou had finally noticed his reations towards everything so far all day.
"Is that a problem...?" Bakura demanded gently.
"No. I just noticed, that's all." Ryou replied simply.
"...Baka."
"Hey, Bakura?" Ryou started softly.
"What?"
"Can I ask you a question?" Ryou asked hesitantly, fiddling his fingers around.
"What is it?" Bakura asked somewhat suspiciously.
"Why are you, um, being in such a good mood today?"
"Hmm, good question Ryou. Why am I being in such a good mood today." Bakura pondered momentairly. "...Maybe because that stupid bastard finally left?" He added.
"Malik?"
"Who else?"
"He's not a bastard." Ryou frowned.
"Okay, then he's a 'stupid' bastard." Bakura said simply, smirking confidently.
Ryou frowned more. "Why do you hate him so much?"
"Do you remember when he made that deal with me in the past?"
"I think so..." Ryou spoke slowly.
"...He still hasn't given it to me, bastard. I'll be sure to kill him the next time I see him." Bakura muttered lowly. "Besides, it's nothing big of a deal since I already hated him ever since anyways."
Ryou's eyes slightly widened in surprise. "...Your still after the..."
Bakura smirked evilly. "Why are you so surprised? Were you thinking of me as a different person all along?"
"No, of coarse I knew... its just...." Ryou trailed off slowly, slightly disappointed.
Ryou thought to himself for a moment. "...Are you sure it's only because of him, or are you hiding something else?"
"What would I be hiding?!" Bakura suddenly shouted out too loud in public while instantly standing up on his feet in frustration. Odd expressions given from different faces all around him were staring confusingly, for Bakura to finally notice this for himself. The boy quickly slapped a hand over his mouth after a several seconds to finally realize his own actions. Ryou's eyes widened in surprise.
"Sorry..." Bakura spoke more softly with a muffled sound, hand still over his mouth. Ryou only sighed, burying his face in his hand while shaking disappointingly.
"Look what you made me do." Bakura growled, finally removing his hand.
"Why are you blaming me?" Ryou gave him an innocent look.
"Um, can we leave now?" Bakura looked around at the people still staring at them. Ignoring the teen, he quickly grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the park.