P A/N: hello. this is going to be the first chapter i write using the Mac computer my brother got. i hope there aren't a lot of mistakes. I submitted this chapter, like, 50 times but it looked funny, like it is now. I'm sorry if it looks gross.
Disclaimer:
I don't own Yu-gi-oh or any of the show's characters, even the precious Pharaoh. I only own this story, the name Pimpette and my big old lesbian crush on you, so suck on that, AYYAHYAHYAHYAHYAHYAH! (This only makes sense if you watched U Mean Girls /U , and if you are as much losers as me and my friends)
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Leaves
Yugi heard the wind chimes shake from outside the door. His heart was beating faster than ever before. Blood quickly pumped to his head, causing him to feel nauseous.
(\That... That... That didn't happen. They weren't just... /)
The tricolor haired teen ran to the corner of the block. Once he got to the lamp post, he turned around to look at the door of the Game Shop. (\ It was all a mistake. That... That was a mistake. It has to be... /) The light watched the door, expecting to see his guardian run out, see Yugi leaning on the lamp post and tell him it was a mistake. It was all a misunderstanding. It wasn't like anything it looked like.
But Yami didn't come out. Yugi waited but Yami didn't come out.
Depression running thick in his veins, the light slowly turned and began to walk. The pale teen stuffed his keys into his book bag. He couldn't believe it. Yami was too busy fucking that tramp Anzu to see if his "love"; was okay. Tears clouded Yugi's vision but none fell. He knew it was too good to be true. The guardian couldn't have loved the hikari, the imperfect, pale hikari. Yami couldn't have ever fell for such a strange beast as Yugi. The light's feet walked on, leading their owner to an unknown destination. How could Yugi even think that Yami Atemu, the almighty Pharaoh, would, or even could, ever love him? That was what was really troubling Yugi. Not the fact that he just saw his one true love beginning to have sex with another person. Just the thought that Yugi had ever seen a future with his dark. Yugi gave out a raspy laugh as his feet turned him left on a corner. He, the biggest loser of them all, Yugi, had begun to think so far ahead in his relationship with his dark, he already thought of the names he wanted to give his future adopted children. (\ Well, I see I won't ever get to see Prior ride his first bike or Deb lose her first tooth. /) There were many other people in the world that Yugi could get with, he knew that. But he just couldn't see himself with anyone one but his other half. (\ At least Yami will be happy. Him and Anzu. They will be happy. Have their own kids. I'll be their uncle. I'll love them like their my own. They'll also have a big house with nice yard, a sweet smelling garden, a glittering pool, a yapping puppy and a gentle kitten. I'll come over once in the while. No biggie./)
Tears now made paths down the hikari's face. He tried to be happy for his angel and Anzu. But he couldn't. Yami will have a great life without Yugi. He didn't need the light. No one truly did. Not now. Everyone now had someone to cheer them up when they fall. Someone to make them laugh when they were crying. Someone to love. Everyone had someone, except Yugi.
Yugi pouted as he thought about what he had said after he saw Yami. The light used the words from the nightmare he had of his dark rapping him. The hikari remembered how much he words had hurt the dream-Pharaoh. They were perfect. They got the message across. Of course, Yugi had crafted the words to make sure he didn't actually say that he loved the dark. Rather, the hikari implied it. The light closed his side of the mind link.
The light snapped out of is trance to see he was at the park, standing in front of a worn, wooden bench. Someone had cut things like Ari's Loser; Pimpette; I'm Rick James, bitch; Bakura loves his hikari; Opium Farm; We can share PWM; and The Black Dot Rules All into the paint. He was about to sit down when he saw another carving in the seat. Next to an inscription that read I Rum/I someone had cut Yami loves Yugi 4ever. The writing looked an awful lot like it was made by the dark's hand, which broke the light's heart. But he would never write that. It probably was just Bakura. It had to be. No one else would do it. Yugi sat so it could see the carving. He knew it was fake. It had to be. But still, Yugi couldn't help but feel a bit better.
"Bad Bakura. Writing things that aren't true." Yugi ran his finger over the inscription before grabbing his bag and pulled out an old pen. It took him a while, but he managed to write Yugi loves his guardian.
When he was done, the light returned his pen to his tattered bag. He pushed himself so his spine was straight against the back of the bench. He allowed his body to fall limp. His legs folded within each other, arms lying on top of his pants and his palms opened to grab the sun rays. The breeze laid soft kisses on his cheeks. The light's violet pools blinked gracefully as he scanned the playground. Children with mirth filled faces ran in circles, trying to catch each other. They ran and ran, following the same tracks again and again. But they still burst into laughter as one caught another. The slow runners were always frozen while the quick footed ones skipped around, hungrily looking for a slower kid. They scampered once a fellow team member unfroze them. They laughed, ran, laughed and ran. They didn't care that they were doing the same thing over and over again. They didn't care that the same children were always frozen. They were happy to play. They were happy to be together. They were happy to be living in their childhood. This was something Yugi cannot remember. The only peaceful time he could recall from his youth was on the beach with a strawberry blonde and a black haired man, sun setting on the blue eternity. All the rest of his memories was of being in a dark room with the man in the shadows...
Yugi turned away from the playing youngsters, newfound tears forming. He promised himself he would forget the past. But how could he? Even when he began to feel "normal", whatever that was, the hikari would just have to look down at his arm, his wrist, his scars to be reminded of what made him undesirable to every couple who wanted to adopt. Undesirable to his guardian. Undesirable to everyone, except the man in the shadows. That confused the light. That man was the only one who ever looked at Yugi like he was beautiful. He, though he said he didn't, was turned on by the desperate attempts for love, affection and attention. He was the only person who wasn't afraid to show Yugi his love. Even if that man hurt the light, he still was the only one who ever made Yugi feel like he was needed always. Suddenly, the pale boy wanted to be back in the room in the Home. He wanted to be naked, every pore breathing in darkness. He wanted to be inside another, to be connected to something other than himself. He wanted to have the weight of another pressing down on him, suffocating him slightly, but keeping him warm from the blackness of the Witching Hour and safe from the monsters in the closet.
(\Wow, this must be an all time low. Wanting to fuck the guy who raped you. The sick, twisted man who took your virginity at the ripe age of five. Who tortured you for about five years. Lovely. /) Though he thought these feeling were disgusting, Yugi still wanted to be loved. Loved in a way only that man did. Even if it was painful, tiring and forced. Just wanted to be loved.
The hikari breathed in. His head was slightly spinning. He should stop thinking about such ideas. They were unhealthy. But to feel another so close physically and mentally... (\ Stop it, Yugi. Stop. /) Deciding to attempt to take his mental torture, the light looked at a tree across from his shabby bench. It swayed in the wind like seaweed. Its leaves were a soothing green. Like emeralds glittering in a bandit's hoard. But how could Yugi say it was just green, a pea green? There was darker parts, like olive and army khaki, as the sun drew farer away. The shades faded into each other. Mixing together while still being separate. Very far but close. Dark and light holding hands. So much conflict on a surface the size of a palm. The same colors appeared again and again, on different leaves. Leaves inches apart, on the bottom, on the top. But patterns erupted from each leaf that was uniquely their own. Never would there be two exactly alike. They were each just as important to the tree as the next. Big, small, torn or full. All fed the overgrown plant. The tree wouldn't be the same if even one was missing. Was Yugi as important as any one of those leaves? If Yugi picked up the empty, sticky glass bottle next to the trash can, smashed it and ended it all right then, would the world stop spinning? He could end the weeping, suffering and derision. One deep, vertical cut down the forearm and it would all flow down, dripping down the milky white skin to drop on the concrete with crimson blood.
(\Damn. Every nice thing I think will only turn to some grim ass thoughts at the end. /) Yugi thought bitterly. The light pushed himself off the bench. He grabbed his bag and pulled it on. He ran his fingers through his red and black hair. Once again, he gave all power of his direction to his legs, wondering about colors, shades and lines.
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Footfalls seemed to echo through the clean halls. There was noise, of course, coming from everywhere. Beeps, breathing, crying, whispering. But Yami only heard his steps, along with Billie's. His face was composed, according to the brunette nurse, but it was hot. He couldn't imagine the expressions and emotions coming from his friends. But he needed to be strong. Like he was when he was Pharaoh. Atemu was almost always emotionless. That person only was kind toward was his servants and Seth. But Yami was no longer Atemu. The dark was gentle, he cried, he blushed, he smiled. All thanks to his precious love. The hikari's affection, innocence and kindness rubbed off onto Yami. The dark was absolutely grateful to be able to feel. If only he was able to show Yugi how much he loved him for showing him how to live, the Pharaoh... B
"Well, here you go." Billie's voice rung with false cheerfulness. Her shaking hands gave her away. Yami and the nurse were standing several feet away from the entrance to the waiting room. The dark couldn't see inside the room.
"Thanks, Miss Tillie. I-"
"Miss Tillie! I am only 26! Do you really think I am that old?" She placed her hands on her hips.
Yami blushed. "Sorry. Well, thanks a lot Billie."
The woman smiled. "Your welcome... Your welcome..."
"Yami."
"Your welcome, Yami. And don't call me Billie either. Hate that name. Call me Leira."
"I'll remember that. I make sure I remember the next time we meet." Yami stuck out his hand.
"Honestly, I hope we never meet again. I am here most of the day, and people don't come to the hospital for nothing. Well, most of the time" The two smiled and shook hands. "Good luck with your boyfriend. You sound like you really do love him. Oh, I always get so gushy over this kind of things."
"Goodbye forever, then, Leira." BR
"Goodbye forever."
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Yugi stopped. Halfway down the street, the light stood still, wondering why he was there. Then, he saw the building he was standing in front of. Ivy crawled up the side of the gray brick, making it look very elegant. The light walked up the four front steps, grabbing onto the thin, winding, black railing while doing so. Once he reached the brown door, the hikari turned left to face the multiple doorbells. He pressed the fourth one from the bottom. He did so ten more times before rolling his eyes. Yugi slung his bag onto one shoulder while he unzipped the smallest compartment. He retrieved his key chain. On it, there was a total of eight keys. One for the Game Shop and another for the upstairs apartment. The rest was the keys for friends' houses. Anzu. Honda. Serenity. Seto. The one that opened this building's front door and the last for Bakura and Ryou's apartment on the fourth floor. Joey never gave out his key out.
Once Yugi opened the brass colored door, he started to wonder if he really should go up. He knew that Bakura gave him the key that Monday if he ever needed to talk or something. The yami and Ryou lived the closest to the Game Shop. But it was odd how Bakura gave it to him. He told Yugi that he was the only one getting a key. He was also smiling pretty widely, like he knew something Yugi didn't. It seemed a bit strange to the light, however, he did take the key. But what if Bakura and Ryou didn't come to the door because they were... busy. Yugi had no clue what time they did it. They could be doing it right now. The hikari didn't want to disturb them while they were making love. No one would want to be interrupted while doing that.
A sigh filled the narrow staircase inside the building as Yugi made his way up the stairs. Once he got to Bakura and Ryou's door, Yugi knocked on it. "Bakura. Ryou. Can I come in?" The light said loudly. He waited four minutes before saying, "Okay, guys. I'm coming in." He inserted the keys into the copper knob and twisted until he heard it click open. As Yugi pushed the door, he inhaled, preparing himself to see, or hear, anything.
But when Yugi had swung the door completely open, he didn't hear anything moving in the entire apartment. He locked the door and began to search Bakura's home to for any sign of them. Their super neat house was as in order as ever. The light was disappointed and relieved at the same time. He wanted to talk to Bakura so badly. Apart from Yami, Yugi was most comfortable talking to the white haired teen. Maybe it was the whole living for 5000 years that made them so... understanding. Though Bakura wasn't there, Yugi was glad he didn't walk in while Ryou and Bakura were having sex. Yugi had done that already that day and one time was good enough.
The tricolor haired boy yawned. He didn't realize he was so tired. It was reasonable. Yugi was awake for a least an hour the night before. He had woken up next to his dark. The hikari knew the Pharaoh wasn't sleeping, but Yugi didn't want to bother him. He just wanted to snuggle up with the older teen. A bit strange but Yugi didn't care. Pain bubbled in the light's skin as he thought of yesternight. He had kissed his guardian so intimately and passionately. They both enjoyed it, or at least Yugi thought, due to his dark';s moans. But that all had meant nothing to the Pharaoh. (\ He probably just felt sorry for me. That's it. He pitied me; the poor, defenseless, weak, screwed-up baby. He didn't want me to feel bad. And alone. But he failed to do that. /)
The hikari slumped over to Bakura and Ryou's room. All the furniture in it was cherry wood, carved with much patience. White oleanders stood in an aquamarine vase on top of a bedside table. Bakura had decorated the place but Ryou's father, who worked and lived in Egypt, had paid for everything in the apartment. Though he knew the kind of... activities the two teens did in their bed, Yugi still kicked off his shoes and climbed onto it. He pulled the beautiful sheets, a blue slightly darker than the vase, over himself. He knew that his friends won't mind, too much. It was awkward to be alone in the bed. Yugi clung onto a pillow, pretending it was his dark. As the pale boy closed his eyes to take a rest, he came to a cold realization. Without his guardian angel, Yugi was the loneliest he had ever been in his life.
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Breathing slowly, Yami entered the waiting room. Complete and utter silence blasted him in the face. Almost every teen in the room turned to look at the Pharaoh. They hadn't moved from their places. Seto was stroking his puppy's hair. Mokuba sat next to the window. Serenity had her face pressed into Honda's chest, silent like a mouse, but shaking all the same. Bakura had his blank face on as he stared at an empty spot on the wall, his hand on Ryou's knee. He was magically watching someone. B
Yami slowly stepped toward his fellow yami, most eyes following him as he did. BR
"Yami-" Seto started, his voice vibrating terribly.
"I know." Yami said, his voice steady. "Who are you watching, Bakura? Better not be some couple doing it."
"I am not a pervert. I have been watching your hikari." Bakura said, his voice as even as Yami's.
"Don't deny your pervert ways... Where is he"
Yami sat next to the tomb robber. The white haired teen turned to face the Pharaoh. "He is at my house, sleeping on my bed." Bakura answered lowly so only Yami could hear.
"What?"
"He is sleeping on my bed."
"Why would anyone want to sleep on your bed? Who knows what you and Ryou do on it. If those sheets could talk... Wait... How the hell did he get into your house?"
"I gave him he keys."
"Why?" BR
Bakura shrugged. "Emergencies. If you ever screwed up badly enough, he could always come over."
Yami smiled. "Thanks, but why so kind?"
"I have hope for you two. If anything were to happen, I want to make sure your husband first came to me so I can smooth things over." Bakura whispered. The crimson eyed teen grinned wider.
"Thanks." Bakura took his hand from his hikari's leg and gave Yami a hug. "Thanks."
"I forgot to tell you earlier. Your husband found our bench." Bakura breathed into Yami's ear.
"What?" Yami mumbled. "Our bench? Wait... The one where we wrote..."
"Yup."
"What happened when he saw what I scratched?"
"He thinks I wrote it." Bakura said, releasing the dark. BR
"Oh... Let him think that, for now."
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"Thank you all for waiting. I know it's late."
"It's nothing, Yami. Before we go, I really have to ask... Are you okay?" Honda asked cautiously.
"I'll be okay. Go home. Bye, Honda, Serenity."
"Bye. Come, Serenity." Honda grabbed the girl's hand and tugged on it, dragging her toward his car. He volunteered to drive her to her house. He lived closest to her.
Yami turned to face Bakura. "Bakura, can you let Yugi stay for tonight?" Yami whispered. The tomb robber nodded. "Try not to wake him up. And please... Talk to him. Even if it is forced. Just... talk to him. I'll come over tomorrow to pick him up. Ryou," the dark added loudly, "Make sure the grave raider doesn't crash his bike. He could be I so /I reckless." Ryou smiled weakly as Bakura wrapped his arm around his shoulder. The pair walked over to the older one's motorcycle.
The Pharaoh pinched the bridge of his nose. "Thanks, Seto. I didn't want to walk home."
"No problem. I parked the Mercedes in the back of the parking lot. Come on." The rich brunette put his left arm on his puppy's slender waist. With his right hand, he took his little brother's hand. Mokuba had been very, very quiet. It looked like it might be awkward to be in Seto's position to Yami. But the teen needed to be there. He gave up his own comfort to make the most important people in his life feel safe. The dark felt extremely guilty. He didn't want to see Yugi and how he might treat the Pharaoh. Yami was scared of all the possible hate that could come from his love. And due to his fright, he couldn't comfort his love in such an intense time.
"Pharaoh!" Joey called several yards away from the shorter teen. Yami sighed before beginning to jog in order to catch up with his friends.
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Yugi awoke to the sound of a door closing. He didn't feel like sitting up or getting out of the bed. The light just continued to lay under the blue sheets. His eyes were closed.
"Baby, you could be more quiet." Yugi heard Bakura's voice whisper through the bedroom's closed door as a door half slammed somewhere in the apartment.
"Why, hun?" Ryou's tearful voice asked loudly.
"I think Yugi may be sleeping." The older teen said simply.
"What?" Ryou was outside the door. Yugi opened his eyes as light poured into the room. Two white haired teens stood at the frame. "Yugi?"
"Hey, Ryou. I'm sorry. I came here to talk to Bakura, but you guys weren't here. I... uh... Got kind of tired. Hope you don't mind." The light said as he got off of the extremely soft mattress, smoothing out the covers once his feet touched ground.
"Yugi, why didn't you come to the hospital?" Ryou asked. He sounded hurt and accusing.
The light's only response was tilting his head. Yugi's heart beat increasing. "Why would I have to go to the hospital?"
"What do you, mean 'why' I-" Ryou started, his voice rising and his gray eyes glittering.
"Baby, stop." Bakura sighed suddenly, placing a hand on his hikari's shoulder. The younger teen turned to look into his boyfriend's eyes. "He doesn't know."
Ryou didn't move. Yugi began to feel panic creep onto him. "What are you guys talking about?"
"Baby, go to the bathroom and take a bath." Bakura said, ignoring Yugi, "You didn't take one after we... um... and you still smell of it." Bakura smiled down to his light. "Don't come into this room until I say it's okay. Tell me through the link if you need anything I important /I . You got that, my precious sweetheart?" Ryou nodded. He stole a glance at the confused tricolor haired teen before running off to the bathroom.
"Bakura, you guys are scaring me. What happened?" Yugi couldn't control the fear in his voice. But the yami only flicked on the light, closed the door and locked it.
"Sit down, little hikari." The elder male asked as he walked over to Yugi. He did.
"What's going on?"
"After you ran out of the Game Shop..." Bakura paused. He ran his fingers through his locks of white silk. He sat next to Yugi.
"Well?" Yugi tried to look into Bakura's orbs, but the yami looked at the oleanders, making a face of hesitation.
"A little after you left... There was a... There was a... Grandpa..." Yugi felt his heart skip a beat.
"What happened, Bakura? Tell me, now." Yugi knew he sounded extremely forceful, but he didn't care.
"He had a... a... a..." The teen bit his lip. "He had a heart attack... The Pharaoh and Anzu called 9-1-1. The hospital did all they could..." Bakura's throat closed up on him.
"Wait. They did all they could. They did all they could. What the fuck does that mean!"
"They did all they could, but... but... His heart had been bad for a while. The doctors didn't see it. They tried, yes, but there wasn't really anything that would have helped him. I'm so sorry..."
"Why are you telling me this? So what if he had a bad heart? And they tried? I don't understand what exactly you are trying to tell me. And why are you sorry?" Yugi gasped. Bakura's words were finally sinking in. "No... No. No. No. No. No. No. No." Big drops of salty tears fell from the violet eyes. "You're lying. You're lying. Bakura, don't lie about this. Tell me you're lying."
The bigger teen ripped his glaze from the flowers to Yugi's weeping eyes. "I'm so sorry." He said before bringing his friend into a deathly tight hug. "I'm so sorry."
The light wept into Bakura's shirt. He felt his friend's nose rub into his hair, whispering ' I I so sorry /I ' again and again. The pale boy pulled back after what seemed to be ten minutes. He was still crying, but not as much. Yugi locked eyes with the yami. A thought had come through his head.
"Bakura, is Yami with you?" The older teen's face drained of some color before turning away.
"No."
"Why isn't he here?" Yugi demanded.
"He... He... He..." Bakura stumbled.
"What, that bastard is too busy fucking screwing that nasty tramp, Anzu, to come tell his I precious, little love /I that his dad just kicked the bucket?" Yugi yelled ruthlessly.
Bakura snapped his head to look at the shaking hikari. The person that sat less than two feet away was someone the yami had never seen. This person was harsh and tactless. "Yugi-"
"That's what he's doing, isn't he? That pitiful excuse for a guardian. ' I I'll protect you forever, Yugi'. 'I'll never let anyone ever hurt you, my love'. /I And I actually believed that crap. It's either that he's a really good actor, ot I am just so retarded I couldn't see it. Well, leading me on a bit is okay, if you do it a little. But what that bitch did, never will I trust anyone ever-"
"STOP!" Bakura yelled, causing Yugi to jump. The bigger male was blinking rapidly, wet diamonds appearing on his eyelashes. His hands vibrated terribly. "Do you want to know why he isn't here?" Bakura waited for an answer that didn't come. "I know exactly what he is doing. I don't even have to use my magic. I know. Do you want me to show you?"
Yugi nodded hesitantly. The yami brought his hands to Yugi's ears and cupped them around the skin. Bakura's gray eyes stared straight into Yugi's. Suddenly, the light felt his body go limp. A smoky cloud covered his vision. BR
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Tears spilled out of the teen's crimson eyes. They made paths down to his chin, falling delicately to land on his black sheet. He didn't know how long he had been crying. He remembered waving bye to his friends and opening the front door, telling something to Anzu, her leaving, but nothing else.
Yami knew that it wasn't his fault. The man had had a bad heart. The doctors said that it had nothing to do with stress or anything. Just his bad heart.
But he couldn't help feeling so... guilty.
Guilt. It filled the dark's heart as if it were a lake. It had pushed away all other emotions and now it ruled.
He had probably frighten the old man so much while attempting to hit Anzu, that Yami had caused Grandpa to have the heart attack.
And the Pharaoh was also so wrapped up with how he is 'supposed' to at times of need, Yami couldn't even cry in front of his dearest and closest friends. How could a person be so emotionless? So cold?
Yami buried his face in his trembling hands. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... Please forgive me... dad..."
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Colors and shapes blurred as Yugi's sight of his bedroom molded into that of his friend's. He gasped for must needed air. He felt like someone had strangled him.
Bakura pulled his hands from Yugi, panting. It was extremely hard to pass his magic to another, especially a person that for one, had hardly any magic in him, and two, never 'saw' before. But the yami needed to show the light, who now looked a lot like a ghost. "Do you understand why he didnt come?" Bakura let the words roll off his tongue. He gave no effort to soften, or harden his voice. Yugi shook his head, causing his bangs to bob back and forth.
The grave raider sighed. "You know how Yami is usually so... so... composed?"
"Yeah." Yugi peeped.
"Well... um... How do I put this? When he was Atemu, he was trained to always act like he was Pharaoh, nothing less. He always needed to be calm and collected for his people. Poor Atemu wasn't even allowed to mourn his own father's death. Though, death I is /I seen as a passing to a greater place, most of the time, in Egypt, people still grieved. I don't think Yami was ever really that close to his father, but still... Anyway, now, Yami still uses those teachings. It kills him to do so, but he still does it. I tell him to stop, but the subborn fool won't."
"But why? He doesn't rule over anyone any more."
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"He isn't all composed for his people. He's like that for you." Bakura said firmly. The hikari only looked at his gray eyes, tears appearing at the side of his eyes. The bigger male embraced the boy once again.
"I'm so confused." The light finally said. "I can't stand the constant almosts and maybes of our relationship. And now, the Anzu kiss..." BR
Bakura smiled. "You will have to talk to him about that. But don't worry. I know it was a mistake. Yami would never do that. And something will happen soon, hikari. I swear. Don't give up." The tomb robber added before planting a kiss on the light's forehead. "Well, you can sleep here tonight. I'll bunk with my lovely sweetheart."
The white haired teen got off the bed and turned to leave. "Don't." The grave raider looked down at his small friend, who was looking at his knees.
"What?"
"Don't go. Please."
"...Okay, but let me ask Ryou. I think my baby is still taking a bath." Bakura's eyes glazed as he saw his light's naked body, soap suds trickling down his skin. "Ryou always does take the longest showers of any person I know." Bakura walked over to his dresser. He opened the top drawer and took out a pair of pajama pants for himself. Then, after closing his drawer, opened one of Ryou's, taking out a pajama shirt and pants. "I think it will fit okay. He's only a bit taller than you." Bakura tossed Ryou's clothes to the light, still sitting on the bed. "I'll be back in a bit."
The older teen left his room and walked over to the bathroom. The door was locked, but Bakura was easily able to open it, using a bit of magic, of course.
"Why do we even have locks on the doors if you can open them?" Ryou said behind the shower curtain.
"To keep my privacy, of course." Bakura laughed as he undressed.
"So I my /I privacy is worth less than yours?"
"Yes." The yami purred as he entered the shower. His little sweetheart was a bit pink as Bakura pushed him against the aqua green tiled wall, hugging him, pressing his forehead into his light's shoulder, letting as much skin touch the hikari.
Ryou pulled away from Bakura. "Not tonight. How can you even think about-" The light started roughly.
But the yami cut in. "I wasn't. I'm... I... never really lost someone close to me... I... feel lonely." The taller teen added, weakly.
Ryou didn't respond. He instead wrapped his soapy arms around his dark and pressed his damp head to the tomb robber's chest.
"Look, Yugi wants me to sleep in our bed with him. I think he got so used of doing it with Yami, he doesn't like to go to sleep without him. Is that okay with you, my sweetheart?" Bakura said after a minute of hugging. His light looked up and nodded.
"Is he okay?" The smaller teen asked.
"I don't know. I think he is definitely better now than he was a while ago. I should go. Do you want me to leave some clothes on the couch?" Ryou nodded again. "Okay. Goodnight, my everything." Bakura gave his hikari a deep kiss before exiting the shower. He dried himself before putting on his pajama pants.
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The soft mattress seemed to be attached to Yugi's pants. He couldn't get up. The thought of Grandpa gone... Was so surreal. It was such a foreign idea. It didn't seem like it could be true. Yugi began to cry again.
"Hikari? Can I come in?" Bakura said through the door.
Yugi only continued to sob.
"Yugi? Are you okay? I'm coming in." Yugi saw his friend came through the door, his hair damp, plastered to his head. "Oh, hikari." Was all the teen could say before running over to comfort the small, whimpering boy.
"How can he be gone? I don't understand." The white haired teen could only rock the light.
The violet-eyed teen rubbed his face into the yami's chest. Suddenly, he heard another crying. He looked up to see Bakura, smiling, but crying all the same. He looked so gentle and compassionate. Something about the abnormality of the teen crying caused Yugi to stop. "There you go. Now, put on the clothes and I'll be back in a second."
Yugi saw Bakura retrieve a pair of Ryou's boxers and cotton pants and leave. After ten minutes, Yugi was in bed, laying down next to Bakura, looking into his gray eyes. Both teens weren't sleeping.
"Go to sleep, hikari." Bakura said softly.
"You."
"I'll go to sleep once you do." Yugi smiled, but made to effort to sleep.
Bakura watched the light. He pushed a blonde bang behind the boy"s ear and began to rub his jawbone. The boy closed his eyes but didn't fall asleep. Then, a thought came to the yami. He put one hand on the hikari's back and pulled him closer. Yugi knitted his eyebrows in confusion. Bakura only brought the pale teen closer, so the light's head was on the dark's chest, along with his small chest. Bakura made sure their hips didn't touch. They both felt a bit strange, both wanted the other to be their love. But Yugi finally fell asleep, hugging Bakura's waist.
"Better not screw this up anymore, Pharaoh. Better not."
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A/N: This ended up being a long chapter. Wow. So much things happen. Isn't Bakura so hot in this chapter? So fucking sweet. And touchy-feely. And great looking. And a good decorator. (don't be offended. i know it is a bit of a stereotype that gay guys know that kind of stuff, but i want Bakura to be super dude.) So sad. This was a sad chapter. Well, some of it. Did you guys in Internet World like the whole 'children playing' and 'leaves on the tree' things? i actually thought about that kind of junk. Passed it onto my fanfic. The ending was weak, I know. And i know tht these people probably have holes in their mouths due to the fact they are always biting their lip.
Teaser: Next chapter's teaser is going to be good. I also think it will be the last one. :(
Oh, before I forget. A reviewer asked me where did I get the names from for my minor characters. I don't know if the person asked for all of them, or just Lonya. I am too lazy to check. Well, here are the reasons:
prep jocks (Jonathan, Lonya, Horus, Robert, Pearson), Anzu's friend's boyfriend (Daniel), wimpy kid (Thomas), Yugi's father (Nathan): they are all boys from my school
Yugi's mom/ Anzu's friend (Allison), redheaded girl in art class (Rochelle): they are both old friends of mine
brunette in art class (Mary Lou Kibbles): nickname i gave one of my friends
teachers (Mrs. Levenson, Mr. Cedars, Mr. Wong, Mrs. Fox, Mr. Towber, Mrs. Garnica): they are some of my teachers from last year
nurse (Billie Tiddle): my name for a play i was in (The Miller's Daughter)
Bandit Keith's gang members (Bob, Georgio): they are really one person, Bob Georgio. It is a nickname i gave a boy i know
Seto's head maid (Victoria): my niece's name
Yugi's/ Yami's imaginary boy (Prior): name of character from Angels of America (a strange but great movie)
Yugi's/ Yami's imaginary girl (Deb): name of character from Napoleon Dyanmite (one of the best films ever made)
i think that is all of them. i will write ultra fast to make up for the long period of time it took me to update. (sorry)