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Disclaimer: When I own this anime, it will be a sign that the world is ending. Go look out the window. No falling sky? No screaming? No giant fire and raining brimstone? Whoop-de-do. Then that means, NO. I don't own it.
Dedications: ...I dedicate this to odd placed pairings. I'm not sure why, exactly, but I am. Oh...and I also dedicate this to anyone who has ever had a dream...because two of mine are coming into question. And no one believes that I can make it. No one but me.
Throbbing pain...searing, throbbing, horrid pain...a primal growl rose in his throat, escaping over dry lips and echoing through an empty room...followed by a low moan.
The silvery snow-haired "teen" finally forced himself to crawl-fall out of bed; he hit the floor with a thud, tasting the lovely flavour of carpet fibers, and delicately spat them out in disgust.
Bakura: I hold my breath as this life starts to take its toll,
I hide behind a smile as this perfect plan unfolds...
The spirit of the ring hadn't exactly had a nice night...being angry tends to keep someone away from their best appearance, and along with staying up all night...and probably drinking, though he couldn't remember...obviously made him looked like death warmed over.
...He hadn't felt this annoyed since he lost to Yami in that duel...
...There was something about the mention of that duel, though. Some sort of trigger in his mind. Currently though, his mind might as well have been oatmeal. Without the peanut butter. (1)
Really, though. There was something he was supposed to remember...however; making an angry 5000 year old tomb robber care about anything was as next to impossible as you could get.
...And very very dangerous.
"...Everyone in the world should just all fall into oblivion." Bakura stated plainly, the bitterness and mental picture somehow easing over the pain in a raw and sadistic way...but in truth only numbed the feeling for a moment.
His feet managed to regain their normal strength and grace as they led him to the medicine cabinet where Ryou kept the painkillers. He reached for the bottle of the miraculous cure for this ache...and discovered that the bottle was nearly empty.
"...Why in Ra's name is...?"
Flash
"Please...it's hurts..."
"Leave me alone! What did I ever do to you!"
"Help me...please...they're back..."
"Stop...!"
"Please..."
Flash
"Hn..."
His head hurt more now then ever...he slipped two of the pills into his mouth, and though he could take them without it...never admitting to needing anything, he grabbed a glass of water for his dry throat.
...Ryou had reasons to need these handy little pills...and Bakura wasn't the only one. Thugs and bullies were a constant wake-up call at school...after all; Yugi himself had experienced that first hand. And that guy was a hall monitor.
'...He's gone now. This place is so quiet...just like that tomb I robbed back when I was still a mere thief. Worthless, weak, ignored...and I became stronger. I had forgotten what such silence was like.' The tomb robber paused for a moment...taking in the emptiness of the house and the utter silence.
"...I remember now. It bores the hell out of me." He rolled his eyes, the painkillers finally starting to take effect. "...Hn...I'll call Marik."
Bakura: But oh, God, I feel I've been lied to,
lost all faith in the things I have achieved...
And I...
Briiiiiiiiiiiiing! Briiiiiiiiiiiing!
"Hikari, shut the stupid phone up. I'm busy." Marik glared angrily at the object in question, it having interrupted his current activity.
"Doing what?" Malik called back, sounding equally annoyed. He was doing some of his homework for geometry...and he was upstairs. The phone was right NEXT to Marik.
"...Nothin'..." The yami trailed off, and then huffed as he picked up the phone.
"What do you mean 'nothing'!" The hikari demanded, raising an eyebrow and storming down the stairs. For some odd reason, he came in the room as his darker jolted and shut off the TV as fast as he possibly could.
"...Nothing!" Marik's eyes darted around suspiciously and he unconsciously played with the remote in his hand.
"HELLO!" A voice thundered from inside the phone that was currently being neglected.
Malik crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "We'll talk afterwards..." He murmured and motioned for Marik to answer the phone.
"Whadda ya want?" Marik slurred lazily. Malik smack his forehead. "Oh yeah, that's exactly how you answer a phone, oh wise darkness."
"It's about time, bakayaro. (2)"
"Bak---"
"Finish that and die."
"...You're no fun." Marik pouted, something that no yami can ever do right, and it looked exceptionally poor on him in particular.
"It's Bakura! Let me talk to him Marik." He looked halfway between anxious and ticked off.
"My hikari wants to talk to you." Marik sounded horribly bored. If Bakura said no, he'd get to play "instant messenger" again. A game that, frankly, he hated.
Bakura nodded, forgetting that the fiend couldn't actually see the action, and then finally remembered to respond with a "fine".
Marik handed the phone the Malik and slowly began to inch away to the TV upstairs...Malik glared at him and mouthed "we'll talk later," despite that his darker didn't bother to look back.
"Alright, Bakura. Now tell me what in the seven realms of shadows did you do with Ryou!" The Egyptian teen spat venomously.
"...Is that some new way to say hello?" Bakura's tone was of irritation and sarcasm and also held the same darkness swirling around his soul room, making him seem almost amused.
"Forget the small talk."
"Gee, and I thought you were the polite one. What do you mean, "what did I do"? He seemed perfectly fine when he left. I didn't touch him, tomb keeper." Now the shadow sounded defensive, though not exactly knowing why.
"He WHAT!"
Bakura twitched and straightened out some of his spiked hair, though you could hardly tell that it actually got messed up to begin with, and replaced the two rabbit-ear front bangs.
"...You're not deaf. Though I'm sure I am. I said Ryou left...don't play dumb. He's with you."
"I haven't seen or heard from Ryou ever since last night, Bakura. He's not here."
"Then where IS he?"
"You tell me! You're his yami, you should know where he is." Malik's accusing tone returned, voice darkening like tinted glass.
"...Shut up, tomb keeper. It's not my problem if he decides to do something stupid...he left, so it's his fault. He wanted out, I let him go."
Malik was about to yell something back...but then he paused for a moment and went back over what Bakura had just said.
"...If it's not your problem, why do you want to know where he is?" The question was soft spoken, but managed to have the effect Malik wanted. Bakura was completely silent...before growling in frustration.
"...Habit." It was the best explanation he could come up with...without contradicting himself or sounding stupid.
"Are you sure about that?" Malik's voice was accusing again, but in a way that was softer and less angry. He heard the phone slam down and the conversation ended with a contrasting soft 'click'. Malik sighed...maybe his yami really did have something.
And it wasn't a spoon.
"We used to be friends once...and now..." He raked a tanned hand through his bleached blond hair. Malik had never expected to get so close to the soft-spoken snow-haired teen...and so far from the dark spirit he had once called 'partner'.
...In truth, he almost missed being friends with him...but he couldn't stand for how Bakura acted...not anymore. He had changed. Couldn't Bakura? If he could become a friend with someone he had hated all his life without even knowing, then couldn't Bakura learn to get along with one of the nicest people he'd ever met?
His yami said that he...
"Wait a minute...YAMI!" Malik yelled up, sprinting up the stairs, taking them two at a time...which made him trip when he only had one stair left.
"...Hn...where could he be?" Bakura sighed deeply, landing on the couch. 'Okay...I lied. So smite me. I'm a thief. It's what I do.'
"...Maybe I do care for the runt a little..." The shadow mumbled grudgingly, as if he was a child being forced to apologize for taking someone else's toy. "Argh...this is so STUPID! ...I can't care about him. I refuse to."
Flash back
A tearstained face was angrily swiped at, an almost rage-filled motion. A low but weak growl, all too familiar to the one whom it originated from.
"...I swear by Ra that I will never care for anyone but myself again as long as I live..."
End flash back
Ryou: I've woken now to find myself,
In the shadows of all I have created...
Soft, earthy and light-filled eyes fluttered open...Ryou yawned, stretching his rested but slightly aching muscles. He blinked several times as his memory dug in his mind for why he was in this strange room. And why he had fallen asleep in his clothes. After a lingering moment of confusion, he remembered that he was in the Motou's guest bedroom.
With another yawn, he leapt to his feet and began to make the bed carefully, not wanting to leave in such a state. He changed clothes since his were wrinkled and wandered into the kitchen.
Yami was sitting at the table, intently reading something from the paper with a cup of coffee sitting by his right hand. Yugi was absent, or at least from this room. The spirit looked up from the article and glanced at the teen.
"Good morning, Ryou." He greeted politely, eyes focusing on him for a second, before turning back to their original entertainment.
"Good morning, Yami-san." Ryou returned and looked around to make sure that Yugi was, indeed, not there. "Where is Yugi-san?"
"Still asleep. He's probably still tired from last night...and since it's Saturday, there's no reason to wake him so soon."
"Oh...umm...I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to bother you two so much."
Yami glanced up; something like the ghost of a smirk appeared on his lips for merely a moment...vanishing instantly. "No, that's alright. Yugi loves having company over, and if my hikari is fine with it, then so am I."
Ryou sighed softly...sounding a little wistful. "That's good. Thank you."
Ryou: I'm longing to be lost in you,
(away from this place I have made)
Won't you take me away from me?
"...Ryou..." The spirit raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips...now was as good a time as any.
Ryou flinched at the tone, visibly for that matter.
"You already know what I'm going to ask, don't you?" The former pharaoh's tone was softer now, almost sympathetic. Ryou nodded in response.
He motioned to the chair beside him. "Then I have no need to ask...come and sit down, I'll see what I can do to help..."
Ryou quietly obeyed, knowing better then to refuse, after all...Yami at least deserved an explanation. And though he doubted it would help...he might as well try.
After explaining to Yami what happened, getting the occasional nod or eyebrow raise out of the ruler, and his full attention during the whole story...Ryou ended with "And now I'm here."
Yami nodded, taking his eyes off the teen for a moment. "So I see..." He murmured softly, he bit his lip in thought...something not quite expected from the lordly figure. "It's a difficult situation...and dealing with Bakura can be...complicated." The spirit had paused for a moment to search for the right word.
"I really don't know what I'm going to do..." The teen looked so distraught...
"Well, you can stay here as long as you like..." Yami offered, taking a sip of his coffee and wrinkling his nose in disgust because it was now almost cold. Were his hikari present, he would have giggled.
"Really?" Ryou asked, eyes wide.
"Naturally." The spirit nodded. "Like I said...Yugi loves having company over, and you're a friend. In fact, I'm sure he would be disappointed if you left this soon."
Ryou felt grateful...very. That was one less thing to worry about, and he needed some sort of comfort. However...there was one thing he wanted to ask the spirit. "Yami-San?"
"Hmm?"
"...Do you consider me a friend...?" The question was in a whisper, kind of embarrassed actually. Yami seemed to vaguely approve of him, and spoke to him...but he wasn't sure if the pharaoh actually thought of him as a friend personally.
Yami caught what he had left out 'And not just because of Yugi...' and he gave the teen a soft smile and a reassuring nod. "Yes, Ryou. I do. I'm also happy to have you stay here."
"Arigato..." The teen's smile made the sun itself glow a little brighter...
Ryou: Crawling through this world as disease flows through my veins,
Bakura: I look into myself, but my own heart has been changed...
After Yugi's awakening, he suggested that Ryou join Yami, him, Joey, Tristan, and possibly Tea at the arcade. Their famous Saturday hang-out. And afterwards, they grab a bite to eat. ...The payment would most likely based on who lost some random bet. Which meant it was probably going to be either Tristan or Joey.
Ryou felt a strange pricking feeling in the back of his mind, and as usual, tried to ignore it as he watched Tristan and Joey excitedly slamming each other at Tekken 4, an all-too familiar fighting game consisting of random odd looking characters. One looked like a ninja-alien, the other was a giant panda, and another one was wearing an evening gown. There were about twenty characters or so...but Ryou didn't exactly care to take note of how many.
Games like this didn't interest him...random fighting wasn't exactly his thing.
There was a virtual dueling game, which gave you random cards, and had various difficulty levels. Yami, of course, was hogging the machine and grinning like a maniac. Yugi was watching in amusement, telling Yami that he would eventually run out of money.
Tea was playing Para Para and occasionally switching to DDR, and as usual, thoroughly blowing everyone else away. And as "Unbreak my heart" and "Euro beat remix" pumped through the speakers, many were captivated, if only for a lingering moment.
He smiled softly, glad that his friends were enjoying themselves so much...but feeling slightly out of place. His wandering eyes switched their sights over to the window and felt like all the room in the air had been sucked out. It seemed as if the whole world had just stopped. Along with his heart.
A glint of gold, garnet colored eyes stared straight back into his...familiar white hair draped over them slightly, an emotionless expression...either that, or the emotions written deep in those eyes were foreign, as if in some language he had never learned.
His dark eyes narrowed in recognition for only a moment...and then he disappeared through the crowds...vanishing just like a shadow.
Even though it was barely more then a few seconds of seeing him, Ryou felt dazed...he miraculously managed to find a chair and sat down in it as he tried to get his bearings...why did he have such an effect on him, anyway?
"-ou...Ryou!" A hand waved in front of his face and he glanced up at the concerned owner of said appendage. It was Joey...Tristan, Yugi, and Yami all behind him, equally disturbed at their friend's strangely paler-then-normal face.
"Yo, you okay, man?" Joey asked softly, a frown marring his normally bright and fiery features.
"Oh...fine, fine. Just thinking. I'm sorry, I guess I spaced out a little bit..." Ryou gave them all a sheepish smile, chuckling weakly for added effect. Joey and Tristan both nodded, obviously relieved. But as for Yami and Yugi...well, Yugi still looked concerned, but Yami didn't buy it for a second.
Yami hadn't filled Yugi in completely yet, not wanting to bring it all up just yet, but had told him about the basic situation. Yugi agreed with Yami's proposal, but hadn't told Ryou that yet...(3)
So, basically, it was a little confusing for them since they hadn't worked out all the details...but since Joey and Tristan were blissfully unaware, they might as well stay that way.
Tea finally came off the DDR machine, and the reason she hadn't been there when the others were, was because a kid had challenged her. Like step-Johnny, he was another jerk with something to prove...and like Johnny-boy, he got his butt whupped.
"Okay, man. I won, now you're buying." Tristan nudged Joey and smirked, thoroughly enjoying his victory.
"Dat's still not fair! My button got stuck..." The blond pouted, nudging back.
"Liar. It worked fine. And I switched with you 'cause you whined about it, and still beat you. Face it, Gon rules, and Bryan got burned. Period."
"How on earth does a baby dinosaur beat up an army commando?" Tea asked, eyebrow raised in question of what kind of logic was supposed to be behind that.
"Flame breath, and a lousy coach on Mr. Army-man's side." Tristan explained as he took lead in their walk to Burger World.
"So...that's what happened, huh?" Yugi brought up his legs on the leather-like couch to get in a more comfortable position, just a bit tired from prying Joey and Tristan apart after a wrestling match over...something.
Ryou nodded from the lazy-boy chair he had been invited to sit in, finding it very comfortable and nostalgic, due to the similarity of his father's favorite chair.
Yami was standing, very close to Yugi, as usual. Most people either wondered if Yami was Yugi's twin, or bodyguard. Or both. He unconsciously ruffled his hair, not even realizing he was doing it, but luckily Yugi didn't mind. Or he simply didn't mention it.
"Yeah..."
"Ryou...what happened at the arcade?" It was Yami's first time speaking since the conversation began, but then, Ryou had done most of the talking anyway. Surprising for someone so quiet.
"...I figured you would ask that..." Ryou murmured, knowing that, once again, he couldn't escape the question. "I saw him outside the door. He was watching me...but I don't know why."
There was absolutely no need to say who it was...that was more then obvious. Yami tensed a little...force of habit.
"He didn't even say anything...he just...stared. And then he disappeared." Ryou shrugged, not knowing what to make of it. Of any of it.
"...Does he know you're here?" It was Yugi's turn to speak, but it was a question on Yami's mind as well.
"I...don't know. I didn't exactly tell him where I was going."
((Hey, Yami?))
((Yes, aibou?))
((Do you think Bakura was worried about Ryou and came looking for him?))
((...I can't exactly say, aibou. Perhaps...it's not something I'd put past him, but I don't exactly know how far his "concern" goes. Besides, according to what Ryou said, he didn't look worried.))
((Maybe he was worried but then got mad because Ryou was with us...well, you, actually.))
There was a pause. Yami frowned mentally.
((What? ...We both know he doesn't like you very much.))
((The feeling is mutual, hikari.))
Ryou watched as Yami and Yugi grew very quiet, and their eyes changed a little. 'Mind link...' He noted, feeling out of place again. "If you want to talk, then I can just go..." He offered.
"Oh! Sorry, Ryou...umm..." The hikari blushed in embarrassment, realizing how awkward that must have been for Ryou.
"It's alright. Thank you again for having me." Ryou stood and left the room quietly, heading for the bedroom he was offered.
"No problem..." The puzzle holder muttered, still embarrassed and feeling slightly guilty. Talking about someone behind their back, right in front of them? Even if he wouldn't ever say something bad about Ryou...it was still pretty rude.
"Don't worry, aibou. It'll be okay." His darkness gave him a warm smile of assurance...but almost wondered if it truly would be.
Bakura: I can't go on like this,
I loathe all I've become!
Narrow eyes, focused much like a cat, carefully observed the person before them...Bakura had, of course, followed Ryou to the Motou's house.
To think that all his talent as a thief was being wasted on stalking a mere teen like...well, saying "some psycho" was a little hypocritical, now wasn't it?
The dark spirit was angry...but that was quite an understatement. Out of all the places that Ryou could have gone...WHY did it have to be the pharaoh's place? Fate mocked him. It was obviously laughing in his face right now. He could hear the harsh taunts ring through his ears...a familiar sound, but only from his own voice.
He watched as Ryou removed the items from his bag...that was rather odd. Ryou didn't do that unless he was planning on staying for a while.
...Wonderful.
'Were this back then, I would have liked that Ryou had gotten so close to them so I could take the Puzzle...but now...'
He heard Ryou humming some kind of tune...and he was holding that round silver thing...oh, right. A CD player.
Admittedly...he found his hikari's voice...nice. It was often soft and pleasant to listen to...but when he sang...
Beautiful...
This served as a reminder for that night, though. Pride and anger...the spirit's two worst enemies. And they had found him again, attacking with vigor.
So he left soundlessly, no longer able to listen or watch any longer...
Bakura: I've woken now to find myself...
in the shadows of all I have created.
Sunday, was, unfortunately not much better of an awakening. The day itself seemed to drag on forever, and yet passed like a flash. Life wasn't quite as exciting when duels of fate were the norm and they weren't going on any more.
To sum it up...Ryou, the ex-pharaoh, and his hikari all went out shopping. Ryou didn't bring much clothing with him. An extra outfit and his school uniform was all...so Yugi insisted that they go out and buy him something.
Ryou was a little scared by this proposal. He didn't want to say it, but he was.
He was with two people who had a serious thing for heavy leather, dog collars, and chains. Okay so, admittedly, he liked leather a lot more now. But not THAT much. And did not have a thing for chains. Period. He'd fall over or something.
Hopefully, they would pick something that he would find reasonable. ...Hopefully.
Thankfully, after dragging him all over the mall and every kind of shop that sold anything black...unless it wasn't something you could wear somehow, they allowed the poor guy to pick out his own clothes...
In the end, he managed to get the approval of both in his choices, and left with a sigh of relief. Bakura found this amusing...though no one noticed him.
And Sunday faded into Monday...school began again.
Bakura: I'm longing to be lost in you...
(away from this place I have made)
Won't you take me away from me?
Ryou's pov
Don't get me wrong...these days have been nice and all...I am enjoying being with Yugi and Yami...but seeing them together keeps reminding me of my own yami. Well, at least, that's what I'm hoping. Because otherwise I'm going crazy...it always seems like he's watching me.
You know, maybe it's both. Maybe I've finally gone insane, but am still able to think sanely enough to envy my two very lucky friends.
I wonder if they know how lucky they are. I wonder if some days, they laugh at the world, and at all the people less fortunate then them.
But then I realize how unlike Yugi it would be to laugh in someone's face...at least, like how I imagine it. Yami, well...hmm...okay, he wouldn't be like I'm thinking either.
But I can still see him smirking in pride. Mmm hmm...yep. Now isn't that a familiar expression? It's the one he wears after every duel...at least, the ones I saw.
...However, this isn't getting me anywhere, so what exactly was the point of these drabble-like thoughts?
The point is that I want to go home...but I don't know where home is.
Ryou: Lost in a dying world I reach for something more...
I have grown so weary of this lie I live!
I want to talk to him...I want to understand why he followed me there. Why he acted the way he did. Why he acts the way he does. Period. I want to understand him for once.
...I need to talk to him. I have to understand. Even if I fear him...I have to learn why.
I should at least learn that much...even if this is good bye.
So...I'm going. Right now. I have to see him.
Uh...or, I could go to school first...
Hehehe...oops.
Bakura pov
He'll be here soon...
...Pathetic. And for once, I mean me. Horribly pathetic.
Ironic isn't it? The "great" pharaoh is a sappy idiot. I told myself that I would never act like that stuck-up fawning tickle-brained jolthead. Wha...? Oh. Shakespeare. ...I read, okay!
'You're an idiot.'
...You're a part of me.
'Obviously I'm the smart, sensible part of you that you ignore on a daily basis.'
...Shut up.
'Actually, the problem is that you don't ever let me talk, moron.'
I'm going crazy.
'You already are.'
If I am, then you can't be the sensible side of me, because I have none.
'Look, I took a vacation. Cut me some slack...and besides, it took me a while to get back because of all those morbid thoughts that I kept taking detours at.'
Just shut up.
'If you have ever listened to me, you wouldn't be so mad, you know. You wouldn't have ever gotten into this predicament...in fact, your life could be just peachy.'
My life has never been peachy.
'True...but it could be better.'
How?
'NOW you want to listen to me. Well, tough. 'Cause you gotta figure it out for yourself now.'
WHAT?
'Later. I hear that Hawaii is nice this time of year, so...I'll send you a postcard or something. And don't do anything stupid.'
Get back here! ...What on earth? ...Where was I? Stupid voices.
Anyway, the pharaoh is intent on ogling over his hikari like a lovesick schoolgirl. Sickening. But I'm stalking mine. No, I'm not like the pharaoh. I have to be even worse then him.
I am not to be out-done. Even in being stupid.
I can see him now. Just barely...he's coming closer. His hair is once again, perfectly brushed, fluttering slightly. He's talking to the pharaoh's brat. One day I'll actually remember his name, but "pharaoh's brat" works for me.
Ryou looks really nice...happy...genuinely happy. It's been a while...since he's smiled like that.
And it's been years since he's smiled like that when I was around...
He's walking inside...and he looked back over to where I was, forcing me to look away and conceal myself better. He's good at sensing me...he knows when I'm there. So I've been careful. I'm psycho, not stupid.
...Shut up.
So, I continue watching him. I want to talk to him.
Maybe that's why I'm here. We need to talk. Of course, I'll either do whatever the hell I've been doing for the past few days, or spit venom. 'Old habits die hard,' I quote bitterly, somewhat amused.
He idly jots down some notes about the horribly boring subject being babbled about by the stuck-up stiff of a teacher. ...He's sketching something now, because his movements aren't as "programmed" and he's got a frown of concentration on his face.
I consider looking through his eyes to see what he's drawing...if I was quick enough, he might not notice.
No. I decide not to, finding it pointless and foolish.
...There's no point.
But isn't everything pointless?
I pause for a second to think about this new statement. Is there any point to my life? What do I have to live for? ...My whole life was based on the desire to get my revenge on the pharaoh. To gain power. To...to...
...But does it matter? Last I checked, the pharaoh isn't exactly willing to give me his puzzle. And...I'm not getting the rod either. Isis is scary.
In fact...I don't really...want them.
Ryou saw me. I can feel his eyes on me. I let my guard down, and he found me. I reluctantly look up...and see his burning gaze practically searing my skin, as if to look right through me. He probably has...just not in that way. His mouth has twisted into a frown...he looks confused.
Yeah...I'm wondering why I'm here too, thanks.
((We need to talk))
...I couldn't agree more.
Both: I've woken now to find myself,
in the shadows of all I have created.
I'm longing to be lost in you...
(away from this place I have made)
Won't you take me away from me?
So...now that my cover is blown...I wait. I sit down under a decent sized tree, leaves abundant, providing a fairly nice shade. I've felt this feeling before...
It's like waiting to be sentenced for a crime...but you already know that the sentence is death, it doesn't take a genius to figure that out. ...However, waiting is all you can do. Unless you manage to grab the guard, take his keys, and jump out the window...
End Bakura's pov
Ryou walked up to his tranquil looking yami...looking, of course. Just looking. He waited for a moment...Bakura's eyes were closed, and he hadn't yet acknowledged him. But somehow, Ryou knew that Bakura knew he was here.
"So?" Ryou asked levelly, raising an eyebrow.
Bakura's eyes snapped open, his face indifferent. "What?"
"Aren't you going to explain yourself?"
"Me?" Bakura asked, seemingly amused and insulted at the same time. "I have to explain myself?"
"Do you see anyone else around here?" Ryou made a motion with his arms to the air, showing that no one else was present to watch their little drama.
"I think, hikari, that you are the one who needs to explain." Bakura spat, trying to keep his anger in check, though not sure why.
"Explain what?" Ryou spat back, now glaring.
"Let's see...one, why in the name of Anubis you're in the pharaoh's house, two, why you're acting like you took whatever Malik's yami is on- - -"
"Oh, you're one to talk." Ryou muttered, rolling his eyes...
"Wanna say that again?" Bakura stood and walked towards Ryou, eyes narrowing in a challenge.
"As a matter of fact, yeah! I do. You're one to talk. Ever since I met you, you've been the one with the problem. Not me."
They were now inches away from each other...Ryou could feel Bakura's breath on his face, tickling him slightly, but he didn't let it show.
"And as for me explaining myself...how 'bout you? Why did you follow me to that club? Why have you been following me the past few days? And don't think I didn't notice. It's obvious that you've been stalking me...otherwise, you wouldn't have known where I was staying. And you know what I really want you to explain?"
Bakura's mouth twisted upward and was anything but a smile. His eyes were half lidded and he watched Ryou with an analyzing expression...
"What?"
"I want to know why you're like this. I want to know why you're such a jerk." Ryou huffed a little more, before calming down. The steam he was going on had wound down a little...
"You wouldn't understand." Bakura scowled and turned away, shrugging it off and returning home.
Ryou put his hand on Bakura's shoulder to stop him, making Bakura unconsciously flinch...something he cursed under his breath about.
"Try me."
1: I like peanut butter in my oatmeal. It's good.
2: coughs Umm...Bakura has a baaaad mouth, m'kay? This is the -very- rude form of the word "Bakatare" which means "You're being stupid". (Only this form is used as a noun. like idiot. Only much worse.) I warn you, If you call someone this in Japan, watch out! If you MUST insult someone, use "bakatare" instead. It's still a bit insulting...but much more polite.
3: For the record, no. Yami and Yugi aren't getting married...yet. Smirk
You know, I had no idea I'd have so much Ryou-Yami interaction. It just kind...happened. And since Yami hasn't ever officially given his opinion about Ryou, (Ryou is so ignored! IT'S NOT FAIR!) then I thought I should have him state his own feelings on the teen.
Anyway...this was one heck of a chapter, and harsh on me, so...yeah. I'm stopping there. The next chapter is all about confrontation.
Bakura's finally going to tell Ryou about what happened to him...
After all, I'm sure he never knew before, aren't you? Oh, and in case you're wondering, I'm going to take this out of Bakura's actual past. If you ever wondered why he's such a jerk, you'll get your explanation. And so will Ryou.
Review. I mean it. Flames will be taken by Yami Marik to burn down your house. And half of America. So don't flame, or die a horrible burning death. Muwaha...I mean, good bye.
REPLIES:
Happy Devil: Thanks. I'm glad. You've it.
Kaaera: My condolences. I'm so pleased...-dances with you-
Browneyedalbino: Well, gee, I sure hope so...I mean, if you didn't love it, I'd be sad. See:( -Laughs- You're welcome, however, your question isn't easily answered. You see, its because, the answer is yes to -both- questions. This is the first question being answered. Bakura did come and find him, eh? But...well, you'll see.
Hikari Skysong: Yup...but now, confrontation! YAY! I nearly missed it myself...sheesh.
Eyes-of-crimson: No problem, of course. And I'm glad you love it.
Phantom Fox: Me too, totally! ...YES! To hell with English dubbing! XD EVIL! They ruined a very sweet scene between Yami and Yugi. And kiiiiiilled a plot point. Reliant K is awesome...oh, and, it's nice to meet you.
AngelKelley17: Thanks, and...now you know, don't you? -Joking wink-
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