Here's the next chapter… finally! I'll be surprised if anyone is still reading this story considering how long it has been since I last updated. I love all of you out there who are still reviewing though!! Oh and terribly late New Year's chapter, I know, but I don't care, it goes with the story. I figure it doesn't really matter anyway. Okay, well, see if you can make it through this really long chapter and I promise the next one will be better and posted much quicker!
Chapter 16
And a Happy New Year
"Die, midget hikari!!" The thrown snowball hits Yugi firmly on the side of his head.
"Stop calling my aibou names!" Yami flings his own snowball towards me, which I easily dodge.
"Bakura, this isn't what I meant by playing in the snow." My own hikari looks at me disapprovingly.
"What else were we going to do outside with so much snow around?" I ask innocently.
"I figured we could all build a snowman or something."
"Feh, you mean teamwork? A snowball fight is much more fun!"
"Fine then, as long as we all get to play." Ryou leans down, takes a handful of snow, and promptly smashes it on top of my head. I stand shocked for a moment, as Ryou giggles and runs over to where Yami and Yugi are standing, Yugi still brushing the snow away from his face.
"Hey, it can't be everyone against me! Yami?" I complain, not wanting to get my ass kicked in this snowball fight.
"Why not? You've never advocated playing fair before?" Yami makes a snowball and tosses it up and down in his hand menacingly. I try to look as pitiful as possible, hoping Yami will come over to my side.
"Okay, we'll just make it everyone against everyone." Yami throws his snowball straight at Ryou's chest.
"Hey!" I throw one at Yami, but miss. Ryou laughs as he hits Yami back and Yugi tries to get me. Yami runs off to the side, while I am occupied by Yugi's onslaught of snowballs. Ryou decides to join in my counter-attack against Yugi.
Yugi desperately tries to defend himself, but fails and we push him into the snow while he yells in protest. Suddenly, a hand grabs the back collar of both my jacket and shirt. "It's not fair to gang up on my aibou like that!" Just before I have a chance to turn around, a terribly large amount of snow is shoved down my shirt.
I yell out in surprise, darting around to see Yami laughing evilly as he runs away from me. While Ryou laughs at my misfortune, Yugi takes the chance to start attacking him and I take off after Yami, after shaking most of the snow out from my shirt. The remaining snow melts a painfully cold streak down my back while I quickly catch up to Yami.
"Gotcha!" I yell in triumph as I jump and tackle Yami's waist, causing him to face plant straight into a snow bank with his arms sprawled out in front of him. Getting up on my knees, I let him turn over and I can't help but laugh as I see how full of snow his face and hair are.
"I'm glad you think this is funny. I wasn't planning on getting soaking wet when I came outside."
"Aw, come on. I haven't even gotten to pay you back for putting snow down my back." I say as I carefully brush the snow away from his face with my gloved fingers.
"You can't put snow down my back if I'm lying like this."
"Who said I was going to put it down your back?" I grab a handful of snow with one hand, while lifting the front edge of his jeans up with the other, exposing his bare skin to the winter air.
"Oh, no, not there, please!" His face, already red from the snow, turns an even brighter shade.
"I'm entitled to my revenge, am I not?" Grinning, I know that he is completely under my power as I let the snowball hover centimeters from his skin.
"This isn't revenge, it's torture!" He pleads, knowing that I could shove the snowball down his pants at any second.
"Even better." A small bit of unpacked snow falls from the snowball and lands on his skin. Yami arches his back ever so slightly from the cold contact and takes in a sharp breath. Damn, I can't tell if he's doing it on purpose or if it was just his normal reaction. Whatever it was, it's getting harder to control myself. He looks up at me, his eyes enticing me, willing me to submit to their influence. Now I know the bastard is doing it on purpose just to torment me, knowing that the backyard isn't the best place to make out, especially in all this snow.
"You bastard." I grumble as I let him get up. He has one of those damn triumphant, smug smirks plastered on his face. I'll get him back later.
"Well, as they say, all's fair in love and war…" He steps up to where I am still sitting in the snow and puts his hands on my shoulders. "And this is certainly war!" Yami shoves me roughly back into the snow bank.
"Oi, you two! Get over here!" Yami calls out while he is mercilessly dumping snow on me to try to bury me in the snow. Ryou and Yugi run over giggling and start to help Yami, while I desperately try to get out of the snow.
"Ya-Yami!!! You're the one… who said… that it wasn't fair… to gang up on people!!!" I manage to say between face-fulls of snow. If I could use my powers, I could easily get out of this situation, but I'd rather not hurt any of them.
"It's alright if it's you, Bakura!!" Ryou and Yugi chime together before being overtaken by fits of laughter. Yami laughs as well and finally backs off.
"Okay, I think that's enough. Hopefully now you've learned your lesson." I start to get up out of the snow that I am partially buried in, looking murderously at the three who dared commit such an act against me. Despite my best attempt to instill fear in their very souls, all three of them burst out laughing as I stand upright and snow comes cascading off my entire body.
"You look absolutely dreadful!!" Yami tells me while still laughing, which only serves to enrage me further. Just before I can attack again, an especially violent shiver courses through my body and I wrap my arms around myself. All my clothes are soaking wet and I hadn't noticed how damn cold it was making me until now.
Yami walks over and places a hand on my arm. "Come on, let's go inside. I'm sure we're all really cold by now."
"I'll get you back for this, you know." I inform him as we go back into the house.
"I know." He says, still smiling. We all hang our drenched winter clothing over the heater and get towels to dry our hair.
"We'll find some dry clothes for you two to change into and then I'll make us all some hot chocolate or something, okay?" Yami tells the rest of us and Yugi and Ryou nod in agreement. I follow Yami back to his room, doubting that I will be able to find any decently fitting clothes. Yami walks over and starts to sift through his closet, while I strip down to my not-so-soaked boxers.
"Hm, I think that I might have a pair of your jeans that you left over here a while back." That wouldn't surprise me.
"Ah, here they are. Maybe I can find you a nice shirt to wear too."
"Ra, don't start dressing me. All of your clothes are so small anyway."
"I bet you would look nice in dark blue. Put this on." Obviously, Yami completely ignored what I just said.
I sigh loudly, but he doesn't care. "Fine…" I put the shirt on and it fit everywhere except for the arm length.
"I usually wear this over something and never buttoned up, but it fits you well. Here, just roll up the sleeves so you can't tell that they're too short." I take a look at myself in the mirror. Hm, not bad. Actually, I think I look pretty damn good. Before I had never really taken into consideration what I wore day to day, but this isn't too bad.
Satisfied with his work, Yami changes his own clothes. I sit down on his bed with my arms wrapped around me because despite the fact that I changed my clothes, I am still terribly frozen.
"Are you really still that cold?"
"Whose fault do you think that is?"
"You poor thing. Can you ever forgive me?" Yami says in a voice dripping with sarcasm. He walks over and places his arms on my shoulders, while mine loosely rest around his hips.
"I don't know if I can do that just yet." He leans down to meet my lips in an ardent and warm kiss. Even though we were just outside in freezing weather, his entire body seems as if it is on fire. I will never understand how such warmth constantly radiates from him.
"Hey Yami, Ryou needs a-" Yami instantly breaks off our kiss and we both turn to see Yugi standing in the doorway. He actually looks kind of funny with his mouth slightly agape like that.
"Jeez, get a room you two." Yugi tells us after getting his voice back.
"What do you think we're in? Besides, don't you know how to knock?" I glare at him and Yugi immediately glares back.
Yami takes a step back and I am forced to let go of him. The warmth is gone. "Okay, no fighting you two. What does Ryou need?"
"Some pants."
"You go and I'll bring him a pair."
"Okay." Yugi walks back out and leaves us alone.
"Right… Let's just get back downstairs and we can curl up in a few blankets together. And then, after we get rid of the two pure, little, innocent ones…" Yami smirks deviously. "We can be as evil as we want."
"That doesn't sound so bad."
We all finally end up back in the living room after everyone is clothed and dry. "Does everyone want hot chocolate?" Yami asks us.
"Yeah!" Yugi exclaims.
"Sure why not." I tell him flatly.
"I'll come help you." Ryou says and they both go into the kitchen. Great, I've been left alone with the ankle biter. Yugi stands a few feet away from where I am sitting on the couch with his arms crossed. It's funny because we've been together for over a month and Yugi still gets a little annoyed if he catches me and Yami together like that. I start to say something, but another shiver courses through my body and my arms reflexively wrap around middle.
"Get me a blanket, Yugi."
"You have no right to order me around! And it's not like it's going to kill you to be a little cold anyway." He says, obviously angry, but he quickly realizes what he said and his expression shifts to one of guilt. I knew Yami would have told him exactly what I tried to do what feels like so long ago, that I actually tried to kill myself. It's not like he could have kept lying to Yugi for any prolonged period of time, but I was hoping to never have to confront him about it.
"No, believe me, I know it won't." As much as I want to, I just can't argue back.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to remind you of bad memories." He mumbles quietly.
"That's alright. They're not really that bad anyway." I respond, trying to simply shrug off his comment. Yugi eyes go wide and he closes the distance between us, startling me a bit.
"No, it's not alright. Even though it may not seem like it, I want you to know how glad I am that you're still here with us, that you've made Yami so happy." Ra, I don't need this mushy shit right now.
"I'm sure that Yami would be just the same without me. Besides, he'd still have you." Even though he's not my most favorite of people, I still don't want him to feel worthless.
"That's not true. I may share a bond with Yami that does not compare with anything else, but you have something that I could never give him." I'm not supposed to be having this sort of conversation with Yugi of all people.
I reluctantly raise my eyes to meet his own. Big mistake. Those eyes of his seem to be ten times their normal size and are starting to water. He must think that I have taken his place in Yami's life and that it's no use to fight it anymore. I really don't want him to cry, because it would upset Yami. "Don't worry, I could never replace you." Yugi's entire expression changes and he punches me hard on my upper arm.
"Ow, that was unnecessary!" I object mainly out of surprise, rather than pain. I would hit him back, but Yugi actually looks really angry. I don't know if I've ever seen him like this.
"Stop being a stubborn ass! This isn't about me! Jeez, you're so clueless sometimes." What has gotten into him? I must really look confused right now. Even more to my surprise, Yugi's face softens and he merely leans forward and wraps his arms around my neck, hugging me right where I am sitting. Needless to say, I don't know what to make of the situation. My own hands hover above Yugi's back. No, I will not return this sort of affection to Yugi. It'll look like I've turned into some sort of domesticated housewife.
Dammit… It appears as if my hands have a mind of their own as they come to rest on his back. Treacherous bastards… I'm the fearsome Tomb Robber! I don't hug people! …Except Yami, I guess.
After a few seconds, my brain regains control of my motor functions and I move my hands to Yugi's shoulders, pushing him away gently. "Okay, that's enough little one." Yugi is wearing one of those gigantic, disturbingly cute smiles.
"And if you ever tell anyone about that, I will make sure that you die a very painful death, despite Yami's objections." I tell him while wearing one of my signature evil glares.
"Whatever you say, Bakura." Great, Yugi is not afraid of me at all. I have lost my touch. He'd better not tell anyone or I will really go on a killing spree. Yugi smiles even wider and runs off into the kitchen.
After he leaves the room, I sigh loudly and shake my head a bit. That was rather odd. I find myself a large blanket and wrap myself in it as I sit back on the couch.
Several minutes later, everyone comes back in with hot chocolate and some snacks. Yami walks over to me, carrying two cups, and I move my arm outward so he can sit down. Once he gets comfortable, I cover him with the blanket and he hands me my hot chocolate. It's nice to get my warmth back again.
Yugi and Ryou sit in the other chairs and start chattering about the New Year's party that they are going to go to tonight. I am so happy that I don't have to go to it and even happier that Yami has opted to skip it as well. Considering the party is at Jounouchi's house, which is a place I never want to set foot in, I think it is better that I don't go and apparently so did Ryou. Yami wanted to go, but he said that he would rather spend the holiday with me.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully until Ryou and Yugi left for the party. Yami and I have decided to watch the fireworks display at midnight, something neither of us has done before, because this is the first year we've had our own separate bodies. Freedom is a wonderful thing.
"Are you ready to go yet?" I yell up to Yami who is still in his room. How long does it take to put on some gloves and a jacket?
"I can't find my scarf!" Yami shouts back.
"You don't need a scarf. Let's just go! It's going to take a while to walk there."
"Fine, fine." He joins me downstairs, puts on his shoes, and we head out the door. Being about 11:00 pm, it's pitch black outside, with only a sliver of a moon to illuminate our surroundings. But the stars are absolutely beautiful, shining through brightly in the practically cloudless sky. I walk a little closer to Yami and take his hand, entwining our gloved fingers together.
We arrive at the appointed place for the fireworks and notice the crowds of people already starting to form. I can't help but frown in disapproval. I really just want to have Yami all to myself tonight.
"Let's find somewhere else to watch." Yami pulls me away from the other people, towards the woods. We trudge through the knee deep snow to the other side of the trees, luckily managing to find a bench.
"I know we won't have the best view, but it's better than being in the middle of a crowd."
"That's perfectly fine with me." I brush the snow off the bench and we both sit down. I rest my arm around Yami's shoulder and he presses closer into my side. Glancing at my watch, I notice that there is about fifteen minutes before the fireworks start.
"You don't know how relieved I am that we didn't have to go to that party tonight." I tell Yami, making idle conversation.
"Yeah, I do. Besides, it's not like anyone can force you to do anything."
"But if I try to say no to Ryou he does that ridiculously pathetic big-eyed pout and tries to guilt trip me. He's got it down to a science, so it's rather effective." Yami laughs softly.
"Yugi does that too. It's kind of disturbing actually. But he doesn't have to guilt trip me too often. You're just not as nice as me."
"No, you're just not as evil as me."
"Hey, you know I've been working on that." Yami responds playfully, jabbing me slightly in the ribs.
"I can't imagine what would have happened had we gone to that party. Maybe I would have caught Jounouchi kissing you." I say laughing aloud, purposely trying to provoke him. I feel him cringe, but he manages to stay calm.
"I told you that whole thing with Kaiba was nothing. Afterwards, he told me he had had too much to drink. Besides, you never know, it could have been the other way around. I could have caught Jounouchi kissing you or even better, Anzu!" He says, laughing slightly, while narrowing his eyes.
"That's going too far!" There was no way I could stay quiet about that one.
"Oh, but you know she likes you! I'm sure there are tons of people who have a crush on you. You're just so snuggly and cute that no one can resist you!" He says in the most sarcastic and girlish voice I have ever heard from him. To annoy me even further, he hugs my torso and squeezes hard, causing me to gasp for air.
"Ra, I take it back! You are as evil as me, just in a different way." Yami stops crushing my ribs and looks up at me, trying to contain his laughter. He likes to tease me way too much. "You're the one she has a crush on anyway." I mumble afterwards.
"I know, but she had to move on after I told her I was interested in someone else. She doesn't know it was you I was talking about though. She could be setting her sights on you right now, you never know." I visibly shudder in horror, much to Yami's enjoyment.
"Don't even joke about that! You're supposed to stop when you've gone too far! Besides, this is my night with you; I don't want to think about anyone else." Yami looks surprised, but genuinely smiles after a moment. I think he has to be caught off-guard to give me one of those smiles, instead of his usual confident smirk.
"Okay, I'll be nice. You're the one who started it anyway." Damn, I guess he's right.
Before I can respond, there is a loud boom and colors flash across my field of vision. I instantly turn my head, figuring that these must be the fireworks. Wow, they are better than Ryou described them. Luckily most of them are exploding above the sky that the trees are blocking out. I can't help but be mesmerized by the vibrant, streaking colors against the black background.
"Happy New Year, Bakura." Yami whispers to me as he watches the fireworks too.
I pull him closer to me, wanting to capture every bit of his warmth. Almost completely enthralled in the beautiful colors, I ask Yami the first question that comes to mind without even thinking about what I am actually saying. "How many New Year's do you think we'll see?"
Yami shifts his position so that I know he's looking at me, but my focus stays on the astounding array of colors in the sky. "Do you mean together or just in general?" I can hear his voice falter a bit, obviously concerned about my visions for our future.
"In general, of course." An amazing red firework explodes high in the night sky, displaying a unique pattern from the rest.
"I really don't know. You'd probably have to ask Ishizu about that. But she's back in Egypt now." A string of little white ones go off in succession. These would have been incredible in Egypt, the colors reflecting off the shimmering white pyramids.
"I know we haven't even had our own separate bodies for a year yet, but do you think we'll age? Or are we just going to stay the same immortal, ancient Egyptian spirits for the rest of eternity?" I unconsciously hesitate before the next phrase, as if fearing the question myself. "Are we going to have to watch Ryou and Yugi age and die?" My words come out wistful and leisurely, as if I'm not the one actually voicing them. There is a round of many fireworks all at once, this must be the end. They didn't seem to last for very long.
The sky is left dark with only faint smoke trails remaining; the only evidence of the fireworks existence, but those will be gone soon as well. It's is only now that I realize that Yami has never responded to my odd questions. I suddenly think about what I have just said, what a wonderful way that was to start off this new year. I'm so incredibly stupid. I don't know why Yami puts up with me this way.
I turn my head, knowing I'll have to face those eyes sooner or later. And there it is, that heartbreaking expression I've seen from him before, but never once hoped to see again. That look full of sorrow and despair that makes me want to have never existed. I'm the one doing this to him, causing him all this pain. He, of all people, does not deserve this.
"I'm sorry." It's the only thing I can think of to tell him. My eyes drop, hiding from the results of my actions.
"No, it's okay. I've even thought about things like that before and I don't have an answer to them. I was just hoping that you had learned to live a little from the last time we had this type of conversation." Yami's voice is soft and lacking its usual confident tone. "But I promise you, by the next new year, you won't have the same worries."
Not quite understanding his words, I stand up from the bench and offer my hands to Yami. I just want to this conversation to end and to go back home, pretend that it never happened.
"I just don't know why you put up with me." I utter my earlier question to myself quietly as a sort of afterthought, while Yami takes my hands and stands. Okay, now I'm really confused. He looks pissed off… great.
"I thought you at least understood that." Yami bites out, with an almost bitter tone. My eyes go wide trying to search his face for some indication of what I did wrong. Yami holds his aggravated expression solid for several seconds, but after that, it fades to something different, something slightly reminiscent of despair. He lets out a few soft, high-pitched, hollow giggles that make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
"Ra, you are so clueless sometimes." Yami tells me in an amused voice. Hm, second person to tell me that today. I decide not to ask him what I am so clueless about, figuring that I will probably just be made fun of or something. Well, at least he seems to be over whatever was making him angry before. But maybe it was better when he was angry.
"Come on." He takes my hand and smiles, as we start to head back home. "I know you'll see it eventually." See what? I swear he is treating me like a child. I know I may be a little deficient in my social skills, but he's just not being fair. How does he expect me to know what he is thinking?
We go back to Yami's house, knowing that that is where Yugi and Ryou should hopefully return to after their party. The lights in the house are all still off, so it's a safe bet that Yugi and Ryou aren't back yet. We walk in the front door and I mentally search the house for Ryou's presence. Good, nowhere to be found.
"Let's just go sit down on the couch." Yami says, after we take off our coats and shoes. He goes to the couch, sits at one end, and simply stares at the floor. Why is he acting like this? He's never this… angsty. Is he still really so affected by what I said earlier, by bringing up such depressing subjects?
I sit beside him, leaving a bit of space between us, not sure if he actually wants me close to him at this moment. Without saying a word, Yami lays his head down in my lap, but turned so that he is facing away from me. He rests a hand on my knee and I begin to lazily run my fingers through is hair. His hair is so odd to me. I separate it with my fingers, but somehow it reforms itself. It was like this even back in Egypt, though a bit more wild than it is now.
"How does your hair do that?" I muse out loud, wanting to break the rather uncomfortable silence that had established itself in the room.
"It's magic. Besides, your hair does the same thing. It shouldn't be that mysterious."
"My hair doesn't defy the laws of gravity like yours does."
"What do you call those oversized antennae then?"
"They are not antennae! You make me sound like some sort of insignificant insect. They are more like demonic bat wings or something evil like that." I'd never thought about that. Maybe it has something to do with the Millennium Items. My hair certainly did not look like this in Egypt.
"Whatever you say." And that was the end of the short –lived conversation. I was hoping he'd argue back. A good argument always gets him riled up. I never thought he would stay in this sort of mood for this long. People are so confusing. That's why it's always better to avoid dealing with them altogether.
I pause, slightly shocked by the implications of my own thought, but quickly continue playing with Yami's hair. Would I really have been better off without Yami in my life like this? Sure it's made a few things more difficult and I have had to change a bit, but we've certainly had fun together.
But after what happened tonight… will I just keep hurting him like that, over and over, until he leaves me or worse, I break that confident personality of his altogether? Maybe it would be better if I left. But the thought of that is just unbearable. Despite my policy of not getting attached to people, I have let Yami work his way firmly into my life and he is there to stay, or at least, I hope so.
I guess I haven't been doing much to reaffirm my side of the relationship though. I've been taking Yami for granted. I've been a total bastard about this whole thing.
Amid my thoughts, I realize that I have been staring at Yami without actually focusing on him and my hand has stopped midway in his hair. I blink hard a few times, attempting to regain some sort of focus. Okay, it's now or never. As corny as it sounds, I really want to let Yami know how much I need him.
"Hey." I shake his shoulder gently to get his attention. "Look at me." I pull at his shoulder to get his to roll on his back. He silently complies, gazing back at me with tired eyes. Please let that be just because it is kind of late at night.
"I love you." I say softly and with as much meaning as I can possibly put into the simple words. That wasn't so hard. Yami blinks a few times, then shuts his eyes for several seconds and reopens them.
"What?" He actually sounds surprised! I don't think he believes me.
"You heard me. What, do you think that I am lying? I may lie, cheat, and steal in everyday life, but I thought that you would've come to trust me by now." I say, crossing my arms and trying my best to sound hurt, just so I can make him worry. I know in reality, he just wasn't expecting me to say something like that so suddenly. But I can't pass up an opportunity to tease him.
Yami sits up, almost in a panic, and faces me. "I guess I shouldn't have asked what, but rather why."
"Why?" I repeat, just a tad puzzled. "I said that because I wanted to, not because that's what I thought you wanted to hear, if that's what you're thinking."
"I'm sorry. I suppose that I just wasn't sure if you knew what it really means to love someone, especially after what you said following the fireworks."
"Baka, of course I know. I may not have known until recently, but I still know. I'm not going to give a lecture on it, so don't even try asking me for a definition or something sappy like that. All you should know is that I need you to be with me." I open one eye to glance at Yami, breaking my annoyed posture. Oh Ra, he has got this wide, almost teary eyed expression mixed with that 'I'm gonna jump you' one. I wonder which one he'll decide to act on.
"I should never have doubted you." Yami moves closer and runs his hand along the side of my face. "Can you ever forgive me?" His eyes slant into a more seductive appearance. Oohh, good choice to act on.
"I don't know about that. I still haven't forgiven you for putting that snowball down my shirt earlier today." I turn a little away, desperately trying not to give into him. He'll have to work for my forgiveness, even though he already has it.
"Aw, come on. You know you can't stay mad at me forever." Yami crawls even closer and slips a hand under my shirt while placing light kisses along my neck. He abandons my neck, but quickly initiates an intense kiss. It is such a change from his previous feathery touches that I hardly notice his other hand make its way under my shirt as well.
Yami pulls back, while looking straight into my eyes, his face twists into this eerie, maniacal grin. Shit, he is planning something evil.
"Aaahh!!! Stop! I can't believe you've resorted to such a devious tactic as tickling!" Yami laughs madly, not halting his attack whatsoever as I back into the corner of the couch in between fits of laughter.
"My, my Bakura, I had no idea you were this ticklish." This is just wonderful. Now he knows about another thing he can use against me. This stops now.
I roll off the couch, making sure to take Yami down with me, pinning him to the floor. "Okay, I forgive you." I tell him, catching my breath. "Just don't ever do that again. It's just not right for a Tomb Robber such as myself to be forced to go through something as demeaning as a tickle attack."
"I promise I won't ever do that again." Yami smiles wider. "Unless the situation warrants such an action."
"Fine… at least I know that you're okay now."
"Of course I'm okay." He pauses, wondering why I was concerned. "I didn't mean to worry you earlier… I was just caught up in my thoughts. But everything's fine now, including us."
"Good." I gather him into my arms, just glad to have everything back to normal, kissing him fiercely. I break off our kiss, leaving Yami panting for air, and start taking off the damn buckle he decided to wear around his neck today. I'll never understand why he wears these things; they are much too hard to take off. Finally able to get it undone, I throw it to the side.
"You won't be needing this either." As I lift his Millennium Puzzle from around his neck, a fun little idea dawns on me. I grin devilishly. "But maybe I can find some use for it."
Yami lets me gather his wrists together and loop the Puzzle's chain around them, finishing by pulling the Puzzle through the middle to tighten it. "You're not being fair."
"I know, but that's what makes it more fun!" I push him back down to the floor, arms stretched above his head. Damn, he looks sexy like that, I should've thought of this earlier. I work on unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his lithe, toned upper body to the soft light. I can't help but stare, and he knows it too.
I let a small, satisfied sound escape my lips and grin. "Mine." I say simply, but filled with lust. Yami laughs a couple times in response. He has always thought my possessive nature is amusing.
I place a soft kiss on the middle of his upper stomach, and there it is again, that sharp little intake of air that just drives me crazy. Trailing languid kisses up the length of his body, I take my time in reaching his lips once again. Once I finally do, he arches his body up against me, practically setting me on fire.
Much to my displeasure and confusion, Yami starts to protest amid our kiss. I immediately stop, supporting myself on my arms once again. "What?"
"Did you hear that?" Yami asks me in a hushed voice.
"No…"
"Hm… I must have been hearing things."
"You're just trying to freak me out." I scan the room, suddenly remembering that I never locked the door. "Maybe I should go check around."
"No! You stay here and continue. The Pharaoh's love slave is not allowed to run away." Yami says slyly, laughing at the same time, purposely trying to piss me off.
"I can't believe you just called me that, especially considering your present position. I-"
"Yami? Are you home yet?" The rest of the lights flicker on and Yugi and Ryou come around the corner. Both Yami and I freeze, horrified that they have caught us in such a compromising position. Yugi and Ryou on the other hand, both turn bright red when they see us. Ryou covers his face with his hands, but Yugi quickly regains his composure.
"You know, I don't think that the Millennium Puzzle was meant to be used in that way." Yugi crosses his arms and quirks an eyebrow, resembling Yami way too much.
"Damn it all to Amenta*…" I curse under my breath. Why did they have to ruin our fun?!?
I sigh loudly, making sure that Yugi knows how damn annoyed I am right now. I get off of Yami, deciding that it's time to quickly drag him elsewhere. Looking back over to our hikaris, I notice that Ryou is leaned over, whispering something in Yugi's ear. After a few seconds, Yugi's entire face becomes beet red and his eyes are the biggest I've ever seen them.
What did you say to him? I ask Ryou through our link, suspicious of my other half.
Ryou plasters that overly cute, soft smile of his on his face and holds up a finger to his mouth while shutting his eyes. Now that would be a secret of course!
Okay, I'm fed up with being around these two. I stand up, grabbing the Puzzle which is still wrapped around Yami's wrists and pull Yami up with me.
"Why don't you two make yourselves scarce, before I get really angry." I lead Yami up the stairs to his room, not caring at all what Ryou and Yugi see, hear, or do anymore. Shutting the door behind us and locking it, Yami hooks his arms around my neck, both of us grateful for our regained privacy.
"I hope we can continue where we left off."
"Of course… and I will show you exactly who the slave is."
To be continued-
*Amenta is the Egyptian Underworld or land of the dead.
Wow… and eleven pages later, I am finished with this chapter. I personally think this is one of the poorer chapters I've written so far, because it seems choppy and incoherent to me, but I'll just wait to see what you all think to really judge it. I can't believe how long it took me to get this chapter up though. I actually started writing the next chapter before I finished this one and then kind of forgot about it. But, since I'm already halfway done with the next chapter, it should be posted soon!!
So, I've decided to have the next chapter have more about Ryou's current relationship. It'll either be Kaiba, Malik, or Yugi. I can still change it to anyone I want, so I'm still taking arguments for any of the pairs. Okay, this chapter is already long enough without my babbling. Please leave a review!!