cont.

Maa... Sorry for taking so long with this! n.n

Thank you so much vixenia and animeloverangel! I love it when I get reviews within a couple hours of posting! n.n Darkmagiciangirlhikaru and mintydreams7 and mana-the-authoress are thankied too! I've been wrapped up in a massive AU world I'm trying to work out. Oo... Includes multiple series and a crossdressing Ryou! n.n Love the Player isn't getting off the ground, but it's Naruto counterpart already has two paragraphs...

Yeah, this chapter looks familiar. This is the place where Act I and Act II overlap for about a chapter.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh, or Everything You Want.

Warnings/notes: Shonen-ai, and angst. Lots of angst. Yami no Bakura, for the most part, is just called Bakura.

Summary: Yami no Bakura loves his hikari, of that much he knows.That's how he knows when it's time to step out of the picture. Yami no Bakura/Ryou

Forever and After 11-Hold me

((But you'll just sit tight
And watch it unwind
It's only what you're asking for))

Yuugi and I lay stretched out in front of the TV, conversing idly as we watched Shaman King. I loved hanging out at Yuugi's house. He's got so many games, and I've been here so often that I kept an extra set of clothes at Yuugi's house in case I stayed too late and had to sleep over. My yami—Bakura, I reminded myself—stretched himself on the couch, and Yami moved to the floor next to me.

"Did you give him the cards?" Yami inquired. I blushed at the mere thought of the tears I had shed over my Yami's rejection of the cards, deciding it'd be easier just to shake my head no. "You should ask him out," Yami whispered in my ear. Yuugi nodded in agreement, somehow hearing what Yami was saying. I found myself blushing madly. "If he rejects you," Yami continued, "You could always date me!" Giggling, I playfully shoved the pharaoh. Laughing, Yami ruffled my hair. Standing up, he announced he would be getting drinks.

"You know what I want," Yuugi piped. I nodded in agreement. We always had the same thing; root beer.

"Tomb Robber?" Yami asked. "Do you have any requests?"

"I don't need anything you have touched," my darkness snarled.

I looked at my obviously distressed and vicious yami. His knuckles were white as he gripped the beer bottle. I flushed, suddenly remembering my awkward dream of kissing him. Trying to shake the thoughts from my head, I chimed in, "That's not very nice, mou hitori."

The fiend snorted, not bothering to look at me. "Do I care?"

I was about to protest when the pharaoh waved it off. "It's alright," he said. I would've protested, but he had already gone off to the kitchen.

I sighed and looked back at the TV. Bakura was definitely difficult some times. Bakura was staring at me again. I rested my head on my arms and looked up at the TV. Sometimes I wished he would just look me in the eye.

"You really like him, don't you?" Yuugi whispered.

I sent a glare at Yuugi, though I knew it probably looked soft and petty. "You and Yami should stop sticking your noses in—" Yami tripped in, spilling root beer everywhere. It wasn't fair that most of it got on me. Have you ever been drenched in root beer or some other soft drink? It's sticky and disgusting. "Ugh," I said softly, touching my hand to my hair. "I think I should to go get this cleaned up." Reluctantly, I stood up, heading towards Yuugi's room. To tell the truth… I kind of didn't want to leave the room Bakura was in. I sighed mentally. I sounded so sappy.

The expression on Bakura's face confused me. I saw a look of… hurt? No, that was my imagination. Some type of contempt or the other, because Bakura's face flushed. I opened my mouth to ask about it, but he spoke first. "Well, I guess I'll see you at home then, ne, Yadonushi?" And then he took off. Just like that.

I shouldn't have cared, but it was disheartening to see him run.

-

"I tried to give them to him! Honestly!" I explained to the former pharaoh. "But I can't get to him. Every time I try to do something nice, he runs away… and it hurts so much…"

"You really like him, don't you?"

I leaned against the counter, sighing exasperatedly. "Kind of," I murmured, smiling slightly. "I don't know." I looked up to see Yami gazing out the window. I trailed his gaze into the darkness beyond. "Yami?"

"It's nothing," he replied, running a hand through his tri colored hair. "Listen, he loves you. Have you seen the way he looks at you?" Now that I thought of it… no. I shook my head. "I never really noticed when he acts weird, but lately…" I shook my head again, flushing.

"What?" Yami asked, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to the middle of the floor. I was startled, nearly stumbling over my feet. He caught me with his other arm around my waist. With his right hand, he let go of my wrist and gently cupped my chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting my head upwards a bit so our eyes met.

I flushed. "Last night I dreamt of kissing him."

Suddenly, Yami laughed. He wrapped his other arm around me and hugged me tightly, just like how he hugged me that morning. Wrapping my arms around the pharaoh's neck, I relaxed into the comforting embrace. I could only wish my own yami would hug me like that.

What did I just think?

((And you'll be just fine
With all of your time
It's only what you're waiting for))

tbc