Make Yourself
Chapter 05: Separated?
By: Shounen Squared

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, any of its characters, or any of the songs throughout this little FANfic.

Bakura gave an amused laugh and crossed his legs, adjusting his position on the bar stool on which he was sitting. Normally, he'd be more distressed in the situation he was in. Ryou was currently forced to stay away from him. And something as simple as that for a long enough amount of time could strip Bakura of his sanity.

However, he'd consumed about three bottles of beer, and like smoking, drinking always put his mind at a bit more ease. Even so, that did not necessarily mean he was drunk. It took a very long time and a very large amount of alchohol to intoxicate him or even make him sick. An immunity, he supposed.

But what he'd been laughing at was some incredibly obnoxious customer near the other end of the counter.

"Whaaaaaat! Whaddya mean?" the stranger shouted over the banging loud music. He was obviously completely wasted.

The bartender stared at the stranger with wide eyes. "I'm sorry, hon, I really think you've had enough."

The stranger pounded his fist on the counter, shaking other glasses and bottles. "Well, I didn't ever ask fer your opinion, lady. . ." He hung his head dizzily.

Bakura didn't actually see "the stranger" as a stranger, for he actually already recognized who he was. It was none other than Ryou, coming to a bar out of frustration at his parents. On any other occasion, Bakura would have rushed over to Ryou in a heartbeat and embrace him, but he was actually frowning faintly at the sight of his ex-lover drunk. In the past, it was so extremely rare that the younger boy ever got this carried away. Alas, in the past, Bakura was around to kind of watch his back. Without him, his judgement tended to slowly become impaired. The behavior wasn't funny anymore: it was worrysome.

"L'sten, 'm perfctly sob'r!" he yelled, pointing to himself.

Poor guy. Not only will he feel like hell tomorrow, he's making a total and complete ass of himself. Bakura was much too sympathetic with the guy he cared about to let things go on like this. I'd better go help him before he does anything else stupid. He hopped off of the stool and made his way over to Ryou, who was now standing on his own stool and speaking louder, trying to prove his point.

Ryou felt the seat tip out from underneath him and hit the floor with a hard thud. But when he looked beneath him, he realized he'd actually landed on someone. "Sooooorry." he mumbled, rubbing his head due to the headache that was coming on. "'Ey, you look familiar, white-hair man. Do I know ya?"

The combination of Ryou and intoxication was (to say the least) odd, and even a bit scary. Blinking, Bakura said, "Yea, Ryou. I'm Bakura. From 'The Sleep.' Remember?"

"KURA-KUN!" replied the fanatic immediately. "M'love! I'misst ya!" Quickly, he held the singer's face in his hands and kissed him.

Bakura just gazed dumbly at Ryou's face, then eventually returned the kiss, snaking his hand behind the other male's neck. The lip-lock ended shortly, and the rock star took his fan's head and turned it in order to whisper something to him. "Listen to me, Yo-chan. You love me, right?" He knew Ryou couldn't possibly love him yet, but he also knew that people's thoughts were exaggerated when they were drunk, and Ryou definitely wasn't sober.

"O'course I do, 'Kura-kun!"

"Then please listen to me. Listen to me carefully, okay? Please don't drink another drop of anything other than water. The after effects of all the alchohol you drank is really going to make you sick by the end of the night. It will make you miserable. So please don't drink any more tonight."

Ryou pouted. "Awwww, I'was having s'much fun, too. But if 'Kura-kun wants me t' stop, then'll stop."

Bakura smiled. So the drinks hadn't changed him at heart: he was still obedient and loyal to him. "If you're still feeling well enough, we can dance some. Just stay close to me and tell me if you need to go home or if you start feeling bad again."

Ryou stumbled to his feet, removing himself from Bakura's warm body, and reached down with intentions to help the other teen up. "N'vermin' that! Less' jus' have fun, 'Kura!"

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The two had danced for so long that they'd lost track of time and their legs hurt with exhaustion. "Time to go hooooome!" gushed Ryou excitedly in a sing-song type of voice. (Unfortunately for Bakura, the drunkenness had not yet passed.)

But his counterpart only winced and shuddered. It freaked him out to think of his parents' reaction. Ryou coming home completely wasted? Underage? At 2:30 in the morning? With Bakura escorting him home? Bakura was deeply frightened at the thought of what his sadist parents would do to him when they found out about this night.

Gradually, a grin came to the older one's face, and he turned to Ryou. "We're going to play a game, Ryou. It's called 'Keep Away.' You are keeping away from your house and family tonight and shacking up with me. It'll be fun! But remember, you only win the game if you keep all of tonight a secret, so don't tell your parents about tonight, the bar, anything."

"You're s'much fun, 'Kura-kun! I love you!" he squeezed Bakura's arm affectionately.

His parents will still be mad at him for not coming home tonight, but he can just tell them that he got stuck somewhere, and he slept over at a friend's, or something.

When they arrived at the back entrance to the vocalist's home, Bakura felt the smaller teen ungracefully leap onto his back, knocking the two of them down onto the nearest bed. Unfortunately, the nearest bed was Marik's, and the owner of this bed was already sleeping in it.

As Bakura and Ryou crashed to the bed atop a pair of legs, Marik cried out in irritated pain. "Gah! What the fuck. . ." Drowsily rubbing his eyes, he sat upright now and stared at the two boys. There was an uncomfortably long lull before he spoke again. "Bakura, if you're gonna be that direct, then at least do it your own bed, not right on top of me. If stupid shit like this keeps happening, I swear, you and Yami are switching rooms. Seriously, can't you even wait a few more steps to get to your own bed? Good Ra." Of course, Marik being Marik, it was common for him to misinterpret things like this.

Ryou had killed too many brain cells to remember anything about who this dude was. He better not be 'Kura-kun's boyfriend! he thought dramatically. Clinging to Bakura's button-down collar shirt, he tugged lightly at it and whispered into the older's ear: "'Kura-kun... who'ziss? Another man? Oh, pleas' say it izznt so!"

The fan's warm breath on his ear caused the blood to rush to Bakura's head, and he reached a hand up to lightly stroke the fan's hair. "Of course not, Yo-chan," he whispered to him with a confident smile. "I love you and only you."

"Thass'--yer s'sweet!" exclaimed Ryou, touched tears coming to his eyes. "Waaaahhhh! I love you too, 'Kura-kun!" He embraced Bakura and kissed him, tongue-and-all, bringing a tinge of alchohol taste into the rock star's cold mouth.

Marik heaved a sigh, got out of his bed, picked up his pillow, and trudged into the other room. Damn, Bakura's my best friend, but at least there's a good aspect to the whole band thing ending eventually. I won't have to deal with those two all night.

Ryou and Bakura paid no notice. Bakura smirked as Ryou pinned him down to the bed. "I' dun care 'bout size er strength. 'M havin' my way with you." he murmured, beginning to remove Bakura's shirt, and Bakura having absolutely no objections.

Ryou kissed Bakura on the cheek, then slowly crept down to his lips, where he gave him another beer-tasting kiss. The smaller of the two lifted his hips up slightly so he could reach Bakura's pantsline, which was beneath him. After eagerly unbuttoning and unzipping Bakura's jeans, he easily slid them off of his muscular legs.

If you haven't noticed, I edited the chapter. It looks much neater now. So if you haven't noticed, then NOTICE, biatch, and appreciate my hard work :) haha, review, please.