A/n: thank you to everyone who reviewed last chapter! This fic may or may not end up being more than a 2 or three shot…I honestly don't know. Any opinions? In any case I'm going to try to update it on or before next Saturday. I'm really bad with updating so if I'm late please throw something at me. No explosives.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Part Two
The hikaris tried desperately for the next five minutes to force their yamis out of the items, but it was no use. They were completely blocked. Sighing, the paler of the two boys spoke. "Well, that was…interesting. I'm terribly sorry Yugi, I wouldn't have come over if I'd known that Bakura wanted to do…whatever that was."
"Heh, you apologize way too often. There's nothing to be sorry for." Yugi seemed to be over the frustration he'd felt towards Yami only moments before. "I can't believe you didn't think it was weird that Bakura WANTED to come here though."
"I suppose I do. Sorry." Ryou apologized again, though he didn't seem to realize it and continued on cheerfully. "I did think it was odd, but he was so worked up I didn't argue."
"You just did it again!" Yugi was laughing now, the strange behavior of his dark long forgotten.
"Really? Sorry…err, I mean…" The poor British boy stumbled over his words. "…drats."
Yugi started laughing harder and eventually Ryou joined him. They carried on for awhile after as they suddenly found everything from each other to the floor extremely amusing.
"Yugi…what are we even laughing about." Ryou managed between giggles.
"You know I have no clue!" This started them up again for another strait minute. Afterwards, while they were catching their breath, Yugi got them back on topic. "So, what do you think they were fighting about anyways?"
"Well, I assume from that last bit that Yami kissed Bakura. There has to be more to it than that though." Ryou said thoughtfully. "Heh, I can't say I didn't expect this to happen eventually…Bakura's been attracted, physically anyways, to the pharaoh for awhile now."
"Yeah, it's the same with Yami." Yugi chuckled.
/I have not been/
/No, it isn't/
The darks, who had been listening in on the conversation, couldn't manage to stay silent any longer. Both unwilling to let the light's conversation continue, lest they reveal any more of their secrets, they left the items and appeared next to their respective hikaris.
"Yadonushi! We're leaving." Bakura grabbed Ryou, who could only smile meekly at Yugi as he was dragged away, by the arm and marched out of the game shop.
"Fine, baka tombrobber! Just walk away! See if I care!" Yami yelled after the two white haired boys in a manner that made it clear he DID care.
"Umm, Yami, do you want to talk about something?" Yugi asked, slightly amused by his dark side.
Yami stared at his aibou for a few seconds as if sizing him up, before asking unsurely. "…will you tell Ryou?"
"Of course not! Don't you trust me?" The short one put on his best puppydog eyes.
"Of course I do! It's just…You see aibou, early this mourning the thief came over..."
Early that Mourning
The former pharaoh had woken up way too early for his liking, or rather, he couldn't sleep and had just decided to get up once the sun rose. Stupid tombrobber. It was his fault! Why? Yami hadn't thought of that yet, he just knew that it was. He'd actually been in the middle of finding a way to blame his insomnia on Bakura when guess who came knocking on the door?
"Theif? What the hell are you doing here? Leave." The once-royal said to the teenager at his doorstep. He had no time to spend on lowly tombrobbers. Not that his time was better spent thinking about one…
"Feh, it's not like I want to be here pharaoh!" Bakura snapped, crossing his arms.
"Then why did you come here?" Yami raised an eyebrow quizzically.
"Because I bloody well felt like it!" The thief walked past his fellow ancient, apparently having invited himself inside. He began pacing rapidly across the room in a manner that seemed almost angry. If the former ruler wasn't already dealing with his own issues he would have been extremely confused. As it was though; he was just annoyed.
"Do you even realize what you just said?" The pharaoh turned from the doorway to watch Bakura as he began to mutter to himself. "And stop that, you'll wear out the floor."
"Oh no. Wouldn't that just be terrible." Sarcasm dripped from the tomb raider's words as he began to pace slightly faster than he had been before.
"Well, whatever. Have fun ruining the floor; you're going to pay for it." Yami said flatly as he shut the door and walked towards the stairs, fully intending to go back to his room and ignore Bakura's presence altogether. He didn't expect to be followed.
"Where do you think you're going!" Bakura was right on Yami's heels so the 3000 year-old teen had no opportunity to shut the door in his face. Once inside what had once been the guest room Ryou's darkness continued his frustrated pacing.
Yami was becoming increasingly frustrated himself, but tried his best to just ignore Bakura. It was easier said than done. "Bakura…just go. I don't have the patience for you right now."
This did not please the thief king at all. "What's your problem!"
"What's my problem? You are the one who barged into my –well, Yugi's – house uninvited to pace around and talk to yourself!" Yami almost yelled at his past nemesis as he stepped towards him. "What has you so Ra damn worked up anyways?"
That question seemed to hit Bakura hard. He sped up again and continued muttering something or other, now with hand gestures, before suddenly spitting out the words. "Ra be damned pharaoh!"
That seemed enough to push Yami over the edge. "QUIT WITH THE FUCKING PACEING!" He grabbed Bakura by the shoulders and forced him to stop. Normally he'd never be able to physically force the outlaw into anything, but Bakura wasn't himself at that moment. "Tell. Me. Why. You're. Here." The pharaoh hissed as he pushed the thief back a couple steps to trap him against the wall.
"None. Of . Your. FUCKING. Business." Bakura shot back fiercely enough, but other than his rebellious reply the white haired menace didn't resist at all.
Yami leaned in closer to Bakura, looking like he was about to yell in his face, but suddenly stopped. His eyes lost their fury, but he continued to just stare for a few seconds while his hands went from gripping the criminal's shoulders to wrapping around his neck. He then leaned in even closer so that when he whispered Bakura could feel the warmth of his breath on his ear. He knew why he couldn't sleep and it really was the thief's fault. "Bakura…please tell me why you came here so upset."
"Yami, I…" Bakura involuntarily relaxed against the wall, his voice was also softer now. "I'm not sure how to tell you this – " The rest of the sentence never exited Bakura's mouth mainly because Yami's tongue had entered it. The thief wondered briefly how they'd gone from a shouting match to…this…before that and all other thoughts left his mind and he returned the kiss.
It didn't last all that long before they both broke away. The two spirits stared at each other for a few seconds before Yami gave Bakura a tentative smile. The robber might have returned that aswell, if all of his instincts hadn't come rushing back to him at that exact second. "WHAT in the name of Ra was THAT!"
The Next Day (The day after Yugi said he WOULDN'T tell Ryou)
"…and so Bakura pushed Yami away and ran off, swearing, which woke me up. Then I went into Yami's room to find him, ironically, pacing and muttering to himself." The short duelist explained to the pale boy sitting on the other side of the picnic table.
"Oh my…that explains a lot….It's a pity really." Ryou sighed, pushing his coleslaw around with one of the cheap plastic forks that their school cafeteria uses.
"You mean that they don't get along better?" Yugi took a bite of his hamburger only to find that the lunch lady forgot to remove the onions. Yuck.
"Yeah. I mean, besides what they themselves are missing out on, you're probably my best friend and because our yamis pretend not to like each other I only ever get to see you at school." The quiet boy stated with more than a little remorse. "Too bad we can't do something to bring them to their senses."
"…don't jump to that conclusion just yet, Ryou." Yugi had this 'I'm up to something' gleam in his eyes that was made extra creepy by the fact that it was indeed Yugi Mouto with the slightly evil plan.
"Yugi…I don't like that look. It's the look Bakura gets when he has a plan to overthrow the pharaoh. That look is trouble." Ryou stopped playing with his food.
"Come on now! It'll be fun! Just listen," Yugi leaned across the table and whispered in Ryou's ear. By the time he was done the usually angelic boy's eye's reflected the same mischievous light his did.
"All right Yugi, we have ourselves a plan."
