Thanks for reviewing Shaami, QHII and Kasumi. This chapter is set to contain some 'romance' and even better news, I can see an ending in the near future *sees Shaami running at her with a hammer* Uh, maybe that isn't such a good thing after all.
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I stand looking at the doorway Malik just left; I thought that something was going on with them maybe I was wrong? I felt quite jealous, which I guess was pretty obvious, since Malik kicked Bakura out and left himself. Is it possible my hikari knows about my little crush? More importantly, what does Pharaoh want and why does he look flushed?
"What is it Yami?" I ask, sounded completely confused.
He fidgets around nervously and seems to be considering backing out of whatever it is he was supposed to say. I don't understand why Yami would be so nervous though, it isn't like him to act this way at all, he's normally so confident. The most logical explanation, I choose to ignore, since that would involve me being the person he and Malik were talking about, and I'm not about to accept that Pharaoh loves me.
"Malik said to just tell you straight, but, it's easier said than done, you know?"
"Not really Pharaoh, because I don't know what this is about."
"Well, I-I can't talk with your idiot friend listening in. Isn't there somewhere more private we could talk?"
"My room is about it." I reply, trying to sound nonchalant.
Yami looks hesitant and blushes, making it harder to ignore the little 'can't be true' theory. I cock my head to the side slightly, trying to show that I'm waiting for a reply. His blush seems to deepen slightly, before he regains his composure and nods his acceptance.
As I lead him upstairs, I find myself somewhat hesitant, I'm taking my crush into my room without knowing what condition it's going to be in, it's going to be highly embarrassing per say, if I have underwear strewn across the floor. I briefly considering retracting the offer, but quickly dispel that idea, Yami will only talk if it's private, so if I want answers, I'll have to risk embarrassment.
As I reach my room, I take a deep breath before opening the door. At first, I think I've entered the wrong room, as it looks immaculately clean, then I spy a piece of paper on the bed and read it.
Saw Bakura was being a pain, so figured you'd have to come in here, and knowing what a slob you can be, thought I'd better clean up a bit for you. Surprisingly it was fairly clean, so neesan must have cleaned up recently. Anyway, I'll leave it there, good luck yami.
I smile to myself, seems my dear neat-freak hikari saved me, still, I'll have to keep this place tidy from now on, just in case Malik isn't around to help in the future. I put the note in the bin and turn to face Pharaoh, who is stood nervously by the door. I decide for the sake of answers, I need to say something to break the ice.
"You can relax you know, I don't bite."
Pharaoh mutters something to himself, which I don't quite catch, but it seems to give him his confidence back, so I'm not complaining, though I do want to know what he said.
"What was that Pharaoh?"
I try not to sound demanding, just slightly curious. He looks at me, confidently, though not as he normally does.
"Malik said, 'tell him straight, or better yet, show him', that was good advice, I think showing you would be easier."
"Show me what?"
Upon my asking the question, he saunters over, very seductively, his hips rocking gently. He finally stops very close to me and proceeds to run his index finger along my arm, while I spend the entire time trying to convince myself that it's purely innocent, and not what it appears to be, which gets halted when he huskily whispers in my ear.
"Show you how I feel."
Before I can respond, I feel his lips upon mine and feel myself melt into the sensation, realising that my hopeless dreams weren't so hopeless after all. I kiss back passionately, as my arms snake around him, pulling him even closer to me, before unceremoniously dropping us both onto the bed. I know this is going to be something special, and that I will finally be able to truly understand the type of love that Malik holds so dear.
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I sneak to Marik's room once I hear him enter it and close the door, I know I shouldn't really listen into my yami's private affairs, but I'm curious. Plus I want to make sure Pharaoh doesn't back out of telling him what he told me, I want my yami to be happy, especially since he helped me so much last night. I hear Pharaoh repeat what I'd said to him and not long after things seem to get a little too private, so I guess Marik got his answer. Time to leave before I hear things I don't want to.
Upon arriving back at my own room, I find Bakura sat on my bed, looking at the book I had been reading. He'd better not lose my page, or I'll kill him. Still, I should probably kill him anyway for just inviting himself in, or maybe I should leave that job to Pharaoh and Marik.
"What do you want thief?"
"Why are you reading something like this?"
"Because I want to, now answer the question."
"Hm, why are you being so hostile all of a sudden? Embarrassed about last night?"
"No, I just don't appreciate others inviting themselves into my personal space."
"What's going on with Marik and Pharaoh? Don't bother saying you don't know, considering you were pretty much spying on them."
"I wasn't!"
Bakura gives me a sceptical look, so I just glare at him, before proceeding to play one of my CD's. I wasn't trying to spy on them, I just wanted to make sure Yami told him the truth. It isn't a crime to look out for your own.
"So? What's the deal with them?"
"It's none of your business thief. If they want you to know anything, they'll tell you."
I sit on the windowsill, trying to ignore him, only to find that it only makes it more difficult. For some reason, I find myself taking note of his attire, noticing just how tight it is. I wonder if Ryou made him go shopping, because I doubt Ryou would own anything like that. Why would he suddenly start wearing skin tight clothing though? Well, he did say he was interested in someone, so maybe it's for their sake? I hope it isn't Marik though, or it could cause problems, they do spend a lot of time together, but I've never seen any signs of anything other than a mutual need to cause havoc.
"See something interesting?"
Bakura's comment soon snaps me out of my thoughts and I quickly feel myself blush when I realise I've been looking at him the entire time. Of course, that makes him smirk, stupid thief, he knows I was thinking; yet he deliberately embarrasses me.
"No Bakura, I was thinking and you know it."
"Hm, I know, but it was worth it to see you blush like that, it's cute."
Cute? Did the thief really just use that word? Even more disturbing, did he honestly say it in conjunction with me? He does seem to act strangely with me, which makes me wonder if I'm the one he's interested in, but I try to dispel that line of thought. He's Marik's best friend and to be honest, he's pretty good at annoying me, there's still resentment from Battle City, where we drove each other up the wall.
I think Bakura never really cared, but it still annoys me for some reason. Though on occasion his presence can be welcomed, normally, like now, he just really aggravates me. I mean, you don't just walk into someone's bedroom uninvited, let alone then proceed to make them want to throttle you.
"Something wrong Malik?"
His annoying voice is smug, yet at the same time, there is the slightest hint of concern, worry and quite possible, lust. I really don't think I want to be stuck alone with him, let alone with a bed conveniently sat nearby.
"Other than what was already wrong? No."
"You really don't want me here?"
His voice is very seductive at this point and he's decreased the space between us very quickly. I really don't like this and unfortunately, there isn't a lot I can do about it, considering I had to return the Sennen Rod to Yami. I could call Marik, but I don't really want to interrupt him, or have him come in here half naked.
"No Bakura, I don't want you in here. Please leave."
"What if I don't want to? Maybe I want to spend some, 'quality time' with you."
I shudder involuntarily, at this point there is practically no space between us and everything he says is in a husky voice, right against my ear. I jump when I feel his tongue on my neck and feel absolutely terrified, I can't manage to move or protest at all, I'm completely frozen with fear, which practically gives Bakura free reign. It doesn't take him long to start getting more serious, exploring my tensed body with his hands as well.
I try to call Marik, but I still can't seem to find my voice, much to my dismay. Even more unfortunately, that last attempt gave him access to my mouth, which is currently being thoroughly explored. I feel so sick, but there's nothing I can do, I feel my legs begin to buckle and hope that the fall will snap me out of this horrible situation. The painful landing I was hoping for doesn't come however, as Bakura quickly scoops me up and places me on the bed, heightening my fear beyond anything I could have every imagined.
All I can hope is that I can break free of this paralysis, or that someone will help me before Bakura can take things any further. Onegai Kami, don't let this happen.
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That was so mean of me; I don't know why I wrote it, poor Malik.
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Motto ato no minna.
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I stand looking at the doorway Malik just left; I thought that something was going on with them maybe I was wrong? I felt quite jealous, which I guess was pretty obvious, since Malik kicked Bakura out and left himself. Is it possible my hikari knows about my little crush? More importantly, what does Pharaoh want and why does he look flushed?
"What is it Yami?" I ask, sounded completely confused.
He fidgets around nervously and seems to be considering backing out of whatever it is he was supposed to say. I don't understand why Yami would be so nervous though, it isn't like him to act this way at all, he's normally so confident. The most logical explanation, I choose to ignore, since that would involve me being the person he and Malik were talking about, and I'm not about to accept that Pharaoh loves me.
"Malik said to just tell you straight, but, it's easier said than done, you know?"
"Not really Pharaoh, because I don't know what this is about."
"Well, I-I can't talk with your idiot friend listening in. Isn't there somewhere more private we could talk?"
"My room is about it." I reply, trying to sound nonchalant.
Yami looks hesitant and blushes, making it harder to ignore the little 'can't be true' theory. I cock my head to the side slightly, trying to show that I'm waiting for a reply. His blush seems to deepen slightly, before he regains his composure and nods his acceptance.
As I lead him upstairs, I find myself somewhat hesitant, I'm taking my crush into my room without knowing what condition it's going to be in, it's going to be highly embarrassing per say, if I have underwear strewn across the floor. I briefly considering retracting the offer, but quickly dispel that idea, Yami will only talk if it's private, so if I want answers, I'll have to risk embarrassment.
As I reach my room, I take a deep breath before opening the door. At first, I think I've entered the wrong room, as it looks immaculately clean, then I spy a piece of paper on the bed and read it.
Saw Bakura was being a pain, so figured you'd have to come in here, and knowing what a slob you can be, thought I'd better clean up a bit for you. Surprisingly it was fairly clean, so neesan must have cleaned up recently. Anyway, I'll leave it there, good luck yami.
I smile to myself, seems my dear neat-freak hikari saved me, still, I'll have to keep this place tidy from now on, just in case Malik isn't around to help in the future. I put the note in the bin and turn to face Pharaoh, who is stood nervously by the door. I decide for the sake of answers, I need to say something to break the ice.
"You can relax you know, I don't bite."
Pharaoh mutters something to himself, which I don't quite catch, but it seems to give him his confidence back, so I'm not complaining, though I do want to know what he said.
"What was that Pharaoh?"
I try not to sound demanding, just slightly curious. He looks at me, confidently, though not as he normally does.
"Malik said, 'tell him straight, or better yet, show him', that was good advice, I think showing you would be easier."
"Show me what?"
Upon my asking the question, he saunters over, very seductively, his hips rocking gently. He finally stops very close to me and proceeds to run his index finger along my arm, while I spend the entire time trying to convince myself that it's purely innocent, and not what it appears to be, which gets halted when he huskily whispers in my ear.
"Show you how I feel."
Before I can respond, I feel his lips upon mine and feel myself melt into the sensation, realising that my hopeless dreams weren't so hopeless after all. I kiss back passionately, as my arms snake around him, pulling him even closer to me, before unceremoniously dropping us both onto the bed. I know this is going to be something special, and that I will finally be able to truly understand the type of love that Malik holds so dear.
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I sneak to Marik's room once I hear him enter it and close the door, I know I shouldn't really listen into my yami's private affairs, but I'm curious. Plus I want to make sure Pharaoh doesn't back out of telling him what he told me, I want my yami to be happy, especially since he helped me so much last night. I hear Pharaoh repeat what I'd said to him and not long after things seem to get a little too private, so I guess Marik got his answer. Time to leave before I hear things I don't want to.
Upon arriving back at my own room, I find Bakura sat on my bed, looking at the book I had been reading. He'd better not lose my page, or I'll kill him. Still, I should probably kill him anyway for just inviting himself in, or maybe I should leave that job to Pharaoh and Marik.
"What do you want thief?"
"Why are you reading something like this?"
"Because I want to, now answer the question."
"Hm, why are you being so hostile all of a sudden? Embarrassed about last night?"
"No, I just don't appreciate others inviting themselves into my personal space."
"What's going on with Marik and Pharaoh? Don't bother saying you don't know, considering you were pretty much spying on them."
"I wasn't!"
Bakura gives me a sceptical look, so I just glare at him, before proceeding to play one of my CD's. I wasn't trying to spy on them, I just wanted to make sure Yami told him the truth. It isn't a crime to look out for your own.
"So? What's the deal with them?"
"It's none of your business thief. If they want you to know anything, they'll tell you."
I sit on the windowsill, trying to ignore him, only to find that it only makes it more difficult. For some reason, I find myself taking note of his attire, noticing just how tight it is. I wonder if Ryou made him go shopping, because I doubt Ryou would own anything like that. Why would he suddenly start wearing skin tight clothing though? Well, he did say he was interested in someone, so maybe it's for their sake? I hope it isn't Marik though, or it could cause problems, they do spend a lot of time together, but I've never seen any signs of anything other than a mutual need to cause havoc.
"See something interesting?"
Bakura's comment soon snaps me out of my thoughts and I quickly feel myself blush when I realise I've been looking at him the entire time. Of course, that makes him smirk, stupid thief, he knows I was thinking; yet he deliberately embarrasses me.
"No Bakura, I was thinking and you know it."
"Hm, I know, but it was worth it to see you blush like that, it's cute."
Cute? Did the thief really just use that word? Even more disturbing, did he honestly say it in conjunction with me? He does seem to act strangely with me, which makes me wonder if I'm the one he's interested in, but I try to dispel that line of thought. He's Marik's best friend and to be honest, he's pretty good at annoying me, there's still resentment from Battle City, where we drove each other up the wall.
I think Bakura never really cared, but it still annoys me for some reason. Though on occasion his presence can be welcomed, normally, like now, he just really aggravates me. I mean, you don't just walk into someone's bedroom uninvited, let alone then proceed to make them want to throttle you.
"Something wrong Malik?"
His annoying voice is smug, yet at the same time, there is the slightest hint of concern, worry and quite possible, lust. I really don't think I want to be stuck alone with him, let alone with a bed conveniently sat nearby.
"Other than what was already wrong? No."
"You really don't want me here?"
His voice is very seductive at this point and he's decreased the space between us very quickly. I really don't like this and unfortunately, there isn't a lot I can do about it, considering I had to return the Sennen Rod to Yami. I could call Marik, but I don't really want to interrupt him, or have him come in here half naked.
"No Bakura, I don't want you in here. Please leave."
"What if I don't want to? Maybe I want to spend some, 'quality time' with you."
I shudder involuntarily, at this point there is practically no space between us and everything he says is in a husky voice, right against my ear. I jump when I feel his tongue on my neck and feel absolutely terrified, I can't manage to move or protest at all, I'm completely frozen with fear, which practically gives Bakura free reign. It doesn't take him long to start getting more serious, exploring my tensed body with his hands as well.
I try to call Marik, but I still can't seem to find my voice, much to my dismay. Even more unfortunately, that last attempt gave him access to my mouth, which is currently being thoroughly explored. I feel so sick, but there's nothing I can do, I feel my legs begin to buckle and hope that the fall will snap me out of this horrible situation. The painful landing I was hoping for doesn't come however, as Bakura quickly scoops me up and places me on the bed, heightening my fear beyond anything I could have every imagined.
All I can hope is that I can break free of this paralysis, or that someone will help me before Bakura can take things any further. Onegai Kami, don't let this happen.
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That was so mean of me; I don't know why I wrote it, poor Malik.
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Motto ato no minna.