Of Kisses and Manners
by silversilverhikari
for Michael
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Ryou Bakura was an average teenager in some ways, and not so average in others. Average in that he went to school everyday. He did his homework, got good grades. He had normal, average hobbies. He liked to read and to write. He played the piano. He enjoyed cooking, occasionally.
Then there was the not so average. Such as the 5000 year old Thief living in his head. Well, partially, since he had his own body now. He was originally in the gold Ring Ryou was often seen wearing, which he'd received from his father, an archeologist who was rarely if ever home. His mother and sister were both long dead, and he kept mostly to himself.
He'd not know his mother for a very long time, but if there was one thing he'd learned from her, it was manners. Ryou Bakura always minded his manners.
And so, after the last bell rang and students attempted to flee school, Ryou Bakura did as his mother had often told him. After all, it was rude to leave without saying good bye.
"Good bye, Izumi-sensei." He said politely, gathering his things, quickly making for the door. His English teacher somewhat frightened him, and that was saying something, as he'd been in the company of Malik and Yami no Malik on a number of occasions. He's seen Yami no Yuugi angry. He'd seen his own yami when he was bored. It was really saying something.
He jogged down the hallway, past Yuugi, who was currently rolling his eyes at Seto Kaiba and Jounouchi Katsuya.
"See you later, Yuugi. Good bye, Kaiba-san, Jounouchi-kun." he called. Yuugi waved dully, and Ryou gave him a sympathetic smile, but he didn't stop to help. He didn't have a death wish.
Kaiba had the grace to stop mocking Jou for a moment, to return Ryou's farewell. Jou clenched his fist, as if preparing to deck Seto. Ryou wasn't sure he'd even heard him, but he didn't stop to repeat himself. It wouldn't have done much good, and Jou likely wouldn't be coherent within the hour.
"Goodbye, Malik." He called, waving as he ran past his Egyptian friend who was currently looking a bit dazed.
"Someone…someone….touch my bike." He whispered in horror, staring at his motor-cycle, his prized possession (besides the Millennium Rod).
Ryou winced. Someone was going to die today. He didn't stick around to find out who as Malik turned on the surrounding students, eyes full of fire.
He headed down the side walk, past block after block, intent on getting home.
Finally, his house came into view, and he quickened his pace a bit more, almost racing towards the door. He shuffled his books, fumbling for his key, before finally getting the door open. No sooner was he inside that he had a pair of lips attached to his in a warm, passionate kiss. His books slipped from his hands as he wrapped his arms around his lovers neck, sighing contently. After a few moments, they broke apart, and Ryou looked up into amused amber brown eyes.
"Hello, yami." He said softly, almost giggling, before he went to kiss him.
After all, it was the polite thing to do.