Man, yesterday I was taking a nap and I was like. "Gee, my readers are like so cool. Like really cool, like super cool… and nice. Its so neat when I update and I get lots of reviews… hm… did I update?" Oops. Bad Yami Hitokiri, (shakes finger at self). I would have updated right then and there but my One-chan was like, "Look! I download anime! Its very funny!" So I got a little distracted thanks to Ms./Mr. Haruhi and the rest of those crazies at Host Club. (Heehee, very funny. I couldn't stop watching… that's the whole problem)
Why bother apologizing anymore? Seriously, I'm always late. (crawls into fettle position of shame)
Speaking of which… I'm not really going to be in the weekend I'm supposed to update the last chapter… sorry guys… Me and my peeps are going to Otakon! (WOOT!) (cough) Anime convention for those who don't know. (shame upon your families!) Yeah, if you see someone with a "I am Youzen" sign or possibly a large yellow fork like object, say hi.
Anyway, so I'll update on that Monday rather than make you awesome people wait another week, coolish? But that'll be the last chapter! (GASP) (fountains of tears)
What's that I see? Could it be? YugixYami fluff? Maybe... you guys better read to make sure.
I don't think they have Mac and Cheese in Japan, I'm not an idiot.
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Chyaputa 26: Last Will
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"Excuse me, mam'," Yugi said trying to get the attention of the middle-aged woman with red hair behind the counter. "I'd like to buy a pack of playing cards," Yugi requested, trying to suppress a grin. The woman turned around, a sweet salesman's smile planted on her face but the moment her eyes landed on Yugi's spiky tri-colored hair, the woman jumped, a hand flew up to her chest as if to stop the on coming heart attack.
"Y-Yugi!" the woman exclaimed, struck dumb with shock.
"Hi, Kaa-chan," Yugi greeted smiling broadly. A moment later the woman suddenly burst into tears.
"Oh my… DAD! Come quick! He's come home, dad! Yugi's back!" the woman screamed at the top of her lungs to the back of the shop. "Yugi's back!"
"What?" a familiar old man's voice cried from the back room. Yugi heard the sound of boxes being knocked over and fall crashing to the floor before the door to the back room slammed open. An old man wearing overalls stumbled out and spotted Yugi across the room, purple eyes, much like his grandson's, going very wide. "Yugi!" he cried, ran forward, knocking over a defenseless customer in his wake, and grabbed his grandson up into a fierce backbreaking hug.
"Ji-chan please!" Yugi cried, flapping his arms frantically trying to get away from his grandfather. "You're hurting me!" The old man was actually hugging him so hard that the Sennen puzzle was digging into Yugi's stomach painfully. His grandfather seemed have noticed the item too because he pulled away and looked down at his grandson's chest.
"What's this?" he asked picking up the pure golden object curiously. "Looks valuable." Yugi panicked and snatched it away from his hands. He knew his grandfather would sell anything he could get his hands on.
"Ah… nothing! Just a, ah, gift from a friend! It's very important to me!" he explained frantically. His mother's eyes narrowed skeptically.
"You didn't steal it, did you?" she accused darkly, walking out from behind the counter and setting her hands firmly and authoritatively on her hips.
"Kaa-chan!" Yugi groaned. "I wouldn't do a thing like that!"
"Alright then," she sighed and then her eyes spotted his clothing. "Good lord, you're filthy! You're not hurt are you?" his mother fussed, examining him from head to foot, brushing off dirt and sand from his clothing.
"I'm fine, really," Yugi insisted, waving her hand away.
"Oh good, in that case…" His mother's mood completely changed in an instant. "How could you worry us like that!" she exclaimed furiously, arms flying up into the air. "Breaking out from the mental hospital and being on the run from the police! I was worried sick!" Yugi smiled nervously, scratching the back of his head.
"Sorry, Kaa-chan, I didn't mean to bring you so much trouble," Yugi apologized, smiling awkwardly.
"Where did you go anyway after you escaped from the hospital?" Yugi's grandfather questioned, suddenly interested. "You just disappeared for a whole month!"
"Oh, it's a long story…" Yugi said, a hand toying with the chain his Sennen puzzle was hanging from. "I'll explain later."
"Speaking of the hospital," his mother interrupted, eyes narrowing in seriousness. "How did your treatment go? Are you…" she hesitated, eyes searching her son's face carefully. "I mean, after all you've been through… are you alright now?" She and his grandfather looked very concerned.
"Oh…" Yugi began, looking down at his puzzle. "You don't have worry about my health anymore," Yugi said truthfully. He looked up suddenly determination glowing in his purple eyes. "I found my answer. I'm not going back to the way I was before, I'm stronger now." Both his grandfather and his mother stared at him puzzled.
"I see," his grandfather said first and a board sincere grin spread across his old wrinkled face. "That's my grandson."
"I want to believe you," his mother said warmly, smiling and putting a hand on his shoulder. "You do seem much happier now." Yugi smiled down at the Sennen puzzle.
'That's true, I am,' he thought. His other self gave a little reassuring tug on other end of their mind link. Yugi glowed.
Yugi and his family talked for sometime, mostly about things Yugi had missed around the game shop while he was gone. The other two inquired a number of times about his adventures, Yugi tried very hard to skip over the subject or to give them extremely vague answers.
"Egypt! Really?" his grandfather exclaimed, after much prodding. "I went to Egypt in my younger days. Did I ever tell you how I-"
"Yes, about a hundred times," Yugi's mother groaned. Yugi grinned; he had missed his grandfather's bad memory. "So what did you do in Egypt?" his mother asked.
"Ah… mostly helped a friend…" Yugi mumbled, not looking at her. "Actually to tell you the truth I'm dead tired so I'm going to go take a nap," Yugi said standing up from the table and yawning, leaning towards the staircase.
"You go ahead, you've had a long trip," his mom agreed.
"Can you remember where your room is? It's in the same place as it's was the last time!" his grandfather called after Yugi as he walked up the stairs.
Yugi turned at the top of the stairs then went up another set to the room at the top of the house. Yugi sighed as he flipped the light switch; the light revealing the exact same room he left behind two months ago. Toys, games and clothes scattered everywhere on the floor, exactly where he had left them.
"They haven't changed a thing," Yugi thought happily, walking over and flopping down upon his old familiar bed, sighing with relief as he breathed in its old familiar musty smell. He rolled over onto his back and was surprised to see the transparent ghostly form of his other self sitting at his desk, staring up at the sky light on Yugi's ceiling.
/Nothing has changed… just like me…/ Yami no Yugi said hollowly. Yugi's face fell. It hurt him to see his other self so depressed.
"Mou hitori no boku, you're not still thinking about what Bakura-kun said, are you?" Yugi asked concerned, sitting up on his bed.
Yami no Yugi's expression hardened, eyes clouded and troubled. /Aibou… I know I never told you but deep down, even though I pretended as though it didn't effect me, a part of me really did want to know who I was, where I came from…/ Yami no Yugi admitted, not looking at Yugi. /And now I know… all the horrible things I did in the past…/
"But you don't know that for sure," Yugi protested, trying to keep his tone positive. "Even Bakura admitted he couldn't remember that well." Yami no Yugi's mood did not change.
/But look at Bakura, he's been twisted and mutilated by the darkness. I must have done something horrible to have created someone like him as my enemy…/ the dark soul said logically, closing his eyes as though shutting out the world around him. Yugi didn't know what to say, he looked down at the floor. /What kind of person was I? How do I know what kind of king I was back then? Bakura is right; I ruined all these people's lives. Bakura's, Shadi's, Malik's, even yours, they're all my fault. And I can't remember any of it…/
"But that's just it." Yugi stood up suddenly from his bed, purple eyes surprisingly fierce. Yami no Yugi's eyes shot open and looked at his lighter half in shock. "You don't remember a thing, so don't you get it?" Yugi insisted.
/I don't understand…/ Yami no Yugi spoke.
"How can you believe you were a bad king when you don't even remember what happened? You don't know you're reasoning back then so you can't say you were wrong! You must have had a reason! You must have thought it was in the best interest of your people!"
/But how/ Yami no Yugi asked, red eyes falling to the floor in despair. /How can you be so sure, aibou/
"Because," Yugi said, a comforting smile lighting up his face. "I trust you." Yami no Yugi lift his gaze from the floor, a small light of hope shinning in his ancient eyes.
/Aibou…/ Yami no Yugi spoke, eyes wide.
"There must be a way to find your lost memory or some way of recalling it the way Bakura did," Yugi suggested helpfully.
/But it all seems so futile/ Yami no Yugi said.
"I don't believe that," Yugi said firmly. "If we keep searching I bet eventually we'll find a way."
/How can you still have hope for me when I've already lost mine/ Yami no Yugi asked with a sad, grateful smile. /…You are so much stronger than I am, aibou./
"Don't say that," Yugi insisted brushing the comment aside with a small grin. "I could never be as brave as you."
/That's not true/ Yami no Yugi said, suddenly serious. He stood up from his chair and placed a hand on Yugi's shoulder, red eyes burning intensely into Yugi's purple ones. /You have a strength I could never hope to possess./ Yugi frowned slightly in confusion. /A strength behind your tenderness/ the dark soul insisted. /A kindness I have never known. I believe one day you'll surpass me./
"Don't say that," Yugi said pleadingly, almost desperately. "Don't talk like that! I don't want to surpass you! I'll find your memory and you'll find your own kindness and your own strength and then…" Yugi suddenly fell silent. A horrible thought had just crossed his mind. What would happen if his darkness found his memories again? Would his darker half no longer need him? Yugi felt his knees grow weak. Yami no Yugi sensed the sudden thoughts going passed his lighter half's mind.
/Aibou…/ his other self began but Yugi wasn't done.
"It doesn't matter what kind of person you were!" Yugi cried, hands clutched into fists, arms curling up towards his chest. "Because just the fact that you exist right now… is so important to me…" Yami no Yugi was silent, his head was buzzing. "As long as you need me, I'll always be your partner!" Yugi insisted so forcefully his darker half was almost taken aback.
There was a moment of silence, Yugi and Yami no Yugi's eyes entangled in each other's gazes, neither could look away. The same old familiar feeling of wonder filled up Yugi's soul.
/Aibou… It wasn't… it wasn't a mistake, was it/ Yami no Yugi asked hesitantly. Yugi blinked in confusion, breaking the tension.
"What was?" Yugi asked curiously. Yami no Yugi looked away awkwardly.
/That time… you and me in that shadow world…/ Yami no Yugi answered hesitantly. He couldn't say the word 'kiss'. He couldn't even look Yugi in the eye. /It wasn't… awkward, was it/ Yugi blushed red, his breathing tightened.
"N-no, of course not," Yugi said softly, looking away himself, stomach squirming. "Why? Do you… regret it?"
/No/ Yami no Yugi cried, his other hand coming up to Yugi's other shoulder. Yugi was enclosed by his darker half's transparent hands and soft hold on his shoulders. /Never…/ Yugi's blushed brighter, he swore his face was glowing by now. The room was suddenly very warm.
"I… liked it too…" Yugi whispered very softly. Yugi's heart was pounding in his ears. "I've always liked being with you…" Yugi did not look up so he could not see his darkness' expression but felt the other's eyes move onto him again. Yami no Yugi's hands slowly slid down Yugi's arms and grasped both Yugi's small hands in his own.
/Aibou…/ his darker half began. Yugi felt his eyes being drawn irresistibly upwards. Yami no Yugi's eyes were so clear, it was almost scary. /Can I… may I… again/ he asked. Yugi's insides made a familiar throb, echoing down into the very pit of his stomach.
"Sure, if you want…" Yugi answered. Yami no Yugi drew an inch closer. "You don't have to ask every time, you know," Yugi said, the room suddenly seemed to grow quite small. Yami no Yugi shrugged mildly.
/I know/ his darker half answered softly. He was getting very close, his red eyes drifting half closed. He had not let go of Yugi's hands; Yugi never wanted him to. He pulled Yugi forward, their golden bangs hit each other's, they could feel each other's breath from their slightly open mouths.
Aibou… Yami no Yugi's eyes shut, their lips melted together. Warm fuzziness filled Yugi's brain and flooded into his chest, his own eyes closed themselves. Slowly Yami no Yugi let go of Yugi's hands and wrapped his arms around Yugi's waist. Yugi sighed through his nose as he felt their bodies meet. His own hands grasped his darker half's elbows, pulling himself further in.
But it wasn't only the kiss that felt good, tingling waves emotion rushed through their mind link, exchanging thoughts, feelings… memories. Yugi saw the time he first beat his grandfather at chess, the time he tried out a new game, the time he first heard his darker personality's voice…
If you don't have your own… Yugi thought, tugging Yami no Yugi's shirt, pulling him closer. I'll give you my memories. I'll give you anything, everything… just don't be sad… Yami no Yugi's grip tightened on Yugi's waist, more contact, more closeness.
I only need you… the dark soul reassured.
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Jounouchi returned from school that day to the dingy dank apartment he and his drunken father shared. He passed his old man asleep on the kitchen table surrounded by empty and broken beer bottles and headed straight for his tiny room at the top of the stairs. He dropped his stuff next to his bed and then grabbed his coat, thinking of heading out into town and getting out of his apartment, although he didn't have any friends to hang out with and nowhere to go. Honda and Otogi wouldn't be getting out of the hospital for another week.
As ironic as it may be, Jounouchi was half way out the door when the phone started to ring. Jounouchi scowled and stomped moodily back into the apartment, knowing his father wasn't going to get it, and picked it up.
"Yeah, what do you want?" Jounouchi growled, bad tempered into the receiver.
"After an entire week of trying to contact me and that's all you have to say?" an extremely familiar cool voice spoke. "I'm disappointed." Jounouchi's breath caught in his throat. It couldn't be…
"K-Kaiba?" Jounouchi gaped, voice cracking in surprise, brain going numb.
"I thought you'd at least have the decency to act a little more enthusiastic," Kaiba drawled, a hint of smugness in his deep voice. All of Jounouchi's old hatred and anger flowed up into his veins in a burning rush.
"I have half a mind to hang up on you right now, you rich bastard!" Jounouchi cried nastily. "What the hell is up with your freak company!"
"You lost me two of my phone secretaries with your continuous badgering, idiot. Don't you have any manners?" Kaiba asked coldly. Jounouchi's grip on the phone tightened, strangling the receiver as if it were Kaiba's own scrawny neck.
"You're one to talk about manners, Kaiba! Hiding behind your fancy phone operators and receptionists! Even your own brother! That was low, bastard, even for you," Jounouchi snarled.
"I didn't even know you had called until yesterday," Kaiba admitted in his same smooth indifferent tone. "Calls from low class people don't usually make it that far up the social ladder, especially not ones from stalkers." Jounouchi's insides were on fire. He so glad that Kaiba couldn't see his face turn flaming red.
"D-don't flatter yourself, asshole!" Jounouchi growled, trying his best to sound threatening.
"Speaking of which, watch your mouth around Mokuba. I don't want him picking up bad habits," Kaiba ordered coolly. Jounouchi frowned deeply, glaring hatefully at the phone.
"Well, excuse me for being a little pissed off dealing with your god dammed company!" Jounouchi snarled darkly. He was really getting angry now; Kaiba always seemed to get him worked up like this. Jounouchi couldn't even remember why he had wanted to call Kaiba in the first place. This was certainly not the way he had wanted the conversation to go.
There was silence for a moment, Jounouchi took the time to catch his breath and calm himself down.
"So, why did you call, idiot?" Kaiba questioned coldly, his voice softer and suddenly less threatening. "It must have been important for you to almost get arrested." Jounouchi's voice caught in his throat, he opened his mouth and closed it repeatedly trying to get something to come out.
'Why do you think I called you! You fucking KISSED ME, you bastard!' Jounouchi's brain was screaming.
"You…" Jounouchi began and then stopped himself.
No, this wasn't it. This was not the place that he wanted to discuss this… that event with Kaiba. He didn't want it to be over the phone, he wanted to see Kaiba's face when he talked to him, to look him in the eye. He definitely did not want to be somewhere where his drunken father might easily over hear.
So Jounouchi changed subjects at the speed of light. "You-Yu Y-Yugi." There was a long deadly pause on the other end of the line.
"Yugi?" Kaiba repeated, voice flat. "You called to talk about… Yugi?" His words were saturated with disbelief.
"Yes!" Jounouchi lied firmly. There was another long pause.
"What is this really about, Jounouchi?" Kaiba asked coldly. The sound of his own name made the blonde's heart stop, he doubted Kaiba had never said it before.
'Shit, shit, shit! Snap out of it! Think of something!' he ordered himself fiercely.
"I-I know where Yugi is," Jounouchi said very quickly.
"And?" Kaiba questioned. He was starting to get irritated, Jounouchi could tell.
"I know you still want that rematch," Jounouchi said taking his new idea and running with it. "And I know where he lives… and that he's back." Sure why not? More lies.
"Really?" Kaiba questioned haughtily. "And where does he live?"
"Ah… not so fast, Kaiba," Jounouchi taunted smugly. A brilliant idea popped into his head. "I won't let you get your revenge that easily. You're going to have to do me a favor."
"And what might that be?" Kaiba questioned stiffly. Had he hesitated slightly before he said that?
"You have to bring me to visit Yugi as well," Jounouchi said. "See, I don't really have any way of getting there…"
"Is that all?" Kaiba interrupted sharply.
"Yep that's it," Jounouchi answered casually.
"That's all you wanted to talk about?" Kaiba questioned sharply. Jounouchi's stomach started churning sickly again.
"Of course, what else would we possibly have to talk about?" Jounouchi said, imitating Kaiba's smooth speech perfectly. If Kaiba could play dull as a brick, so could he. Jounouchi smirked as on the other side of the phone as there was another long pause in the conversation.
"I'll get you when I have a break in my schedule," Kaiba stated stiffly. Jounouchi was surprised to hear him sound so distant all of the sudden. "I suppose anytime after school is good, a slacker like you doesn't have any other commitments, makeinu," he added icily. Jounouchi felt strangely hurt. That had been uncalled for.
"What the hell is your problem, Kaiba?" Jounouchi questioned but Jounouchi's only answer was a loud click as Kaiba hung up without another word. Jounouchi stared at the phone in his hands for a second and then hung up as well. "What the hell is up with him?"
Yet now that Jounouchi thought about it, his excuse had given him almost the perfect opportunity. If Kaiba was driving him over to Yugi's then Jounouchi and Kaiba would have no choice but to spend a long time in the car together especially since Jounouchi only had the vaguest idea of where Yugi actually lived.
'There won't be any distractions and more importantly anywhere for that bastard to run away,' Jounouchi thought, grinning mischievously. 'I'll make him talk if it's the last thing I do.' Although talk about what, Jounouchi still wasn't quite sure.
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Ryou stumbled into his dim, dank apartment; arms loaded down with so many bags and boxes they were blocking his view. He had gotten his very first groceries that day but after living in a mental hospital for most of his life and having all of his meals prepared for him Ryou had absolutely no idea what he was doing. He had bought mostly pre-cooked food and stuff that came in boxes with clearly labeled instructions.
'Cooking can't be that hard…' Ryou thought to himself, kicking the door closed behind him. The apartment keys dropped from his hand onto the floor, Ryou hoped he would remember where they were later. Balancing potentially collapsing bags and boxes in his arms, Ryou carefully made his way over to his small cramped kitchen.
Then his foot caught on the edge of a sofa and he tripped, falling flat on his stomach, all the food and supplies he had been holding scattered all over the floor.
"Ow…" Ryou moaned, rubbing his bruised knee. "Stupid, clumsy-"
And then his wide brown eyes spotted him.
Leaning coolly against the counter with his pale arms crossed over his chest, wild white hair framing his pale face, dark brown almost black eyes fixed upon his lighter personality who was crouched not ten feet away from him on the floor. But the strangest part was that the dark soul was grinning. It wasn't an evil superior grin either or one that held malicious intent. Ryou had never seen his darker half smile like that, it really creeped him out.
'Why is he out of the Ring?' Ryou asked himself. Why now when Ryou's humility was at its highest and his self-esteem and confidence growing thin? Yami no Bakura did not speak, he only stood there grinning and staring at Ryou on the floor.
An unexpected flare of anger rose up in Ryou's chest. He turned his head with abrupt stubbornness away from his darker personality. He felt sickened and mortified on the floor with food around him. 'Fine, if you won't speak to me then I don't have to speak to you either.'
With as much dignity as he could muster, Ryou began to gather up the fallen food products, pilling them back into their various paper bags and boxes. Then he awkwardly stood up, carrying all his food, and walked barely a foot away past his darker personality, without a second glance. Yami no Bakura's head followed him as Ryou loaded the food onto the counter.
'Ok, first make dinner,' he told himself, pointedly ignoring his darker half's stare. His stomach growled as if on clue, he had been eating nothing but fast food for weeks while his father had been setting up his living space. He searched through his bags. 'Macaroni and cheese,' he read to himself, looking down the instructions. 'Oh, I need milk.' Ryou glanced down at his food bags. 'I didn't get milk… that's ok, I'll make something else…' He searched his bags again, Ryou could practically see his darker personality grinning over his shoulder, watching Ryou struggle. 'Ramen… "just add water", I can do this,' Ryou thought, taking a hold onto the very last scrap of his courage. He swore he saw his darkness' eyes flash with amusement out of the corner of his eye. He took out the Ramen package and looked at the instructions.
'I need to boil water in a pot,' Ryou pondered, looking around at his supplies. 'I bought a pot! …I think. Oh, here it is! Now I fill it with water…' Ryou found his newly bought pot and filled it almost all the way full of water from the sink. 'Wait it says "three cups of water"… A measuring cup! Right! I need and measuring cup…' Ryou dumped the water back in the sink. 'I didn't buy a measuring cup,' Ryou realized sadly. 'But it's just a cup right…?' Ryou rummaged around in his bags. He found a normal drinking glass and shrugged. 'This should do…' Ryou filled up the glass three times and dumped the water into the pot. 'Now turn on the stove and boil the water.' Ryou turned the dial all the way around and placed the pot on the burner.
Five minutes later the water was bubbling merrily. Ryou could feel himself almost glowing with pride.
'Cooking's not so hard,' he thought to himself.
Ryou picked up the Ramen package, ripped it open and dropped the dry stiffened uncooked noodles into the boiling water. There was a small little packet of chicken flavoring also; unfortunately Ryou had forgotten to take it out when he put the noodles in. Slightly panicked Ryou fished the little sliver packet out of the boiling water with a spoon. He heard his other half snort behind him. Ryou's nerves shook.
'Ignore him, ignore him…' he repeated to himself. 'Just put the flavoring in the water.' Ryou ripped open the tiny silver package and poured the orange powder into the pot with the noodles. He turned back to the directions. 'Oops, I was supposed to put the flavoring in after the noodles were done… oh well what harm can it do?'
Leaving the noodles alone to cook, Ryou began to put his food and kitchen supplies away, making sure to keep his back between him and his dark personality at all times. As Ryou moved around the room, he was sure he could feel his darker personality's dark eyes following him.
It was the smell that suddenly alerted Ryou that something was wrong. The white haired teenage boy rushed over to the stove and saw smoke rising from stove. The water had all boiled out of the pot and the noodles, now extremely over cooked, had burned to the bottom of Ryou's brand new pot like pale soggy worms. The foul acidic smell floated through out the house, stinging Ryou's nostrils.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit…" Ryou chanted panicked and without knowing what to do, threw the pot into the sink and doused it with cool water. The heated metal hissed and steamed as the cold water hit it.
So much for dinner.
There was another distinct snort from behind Ryou. The white haired teenager's shoulders grew tense. Was his dark personality actually laughing at him? Did he find what Ryou was doing amusing? Ryou was trembling, jaw so tight he swore he could feel his muscles straining. Blind pressure building up in his brain, Ryou wanted to scream, cry and run, all at the same time.
"Why…" his voice croaked hopelessly. He spun around so violently his neck got whiplash, white hair streaking behind his head. "Why are you… here?" Ryou demanded. He was looking his darker half in the eyes now, brown eyes to black ones. Yami no Bakura did not answer, he only continued to grin. Ryou's trembling increased, he was terrified but his anger had swallowed his fear.
"W-why are you out now? W-where have you been?" Ryou's voice squeaked. He tightened his hands into fists. "Stop grinning at me!" Ryou ordered. His calmness snapped abruptly but Yami no Bakura was still grinning, still had that same smug smirk plastered on his pale face, eyes locked fearlessly on Ryou's own.
"Do you have any idea how long it's been?" Ryou questioned harshly. He didn't sound like himself; everything was spilling out him like he's emotional wall had just sprung a leak. "Two months! You haven't come out for two months!" Ryou couldn't take it anymore. Why the hell was he still smiling? What was so goddamn funny? "Do you have any idea what's been happening for two months? I've been stuck in hotel rooms eating cold week old pizza, sitting by a phone waiting for my father to call me back because he doesn't want to live with me! Then he wants me to get my own place and acts as if I should be thrilled and I don't know what the HELL I'm DOING!" Ryou couldn't control himself anymore.
The smirk on Yami no Bakura's face twitched.
"I can't take care of myself! I can't do anything! I-I… I just want to be with my father, is that so wrong?" Ryou screamed. His eyes were burning, his throat burning. When had it become so stiflingly hot in his apartment? "A-and you just come out here and grin like it's all some big joke! It's funny! How screwed up I am right now! How I can't even cook goddamn meal! Am I FUNNY to you!" Ryou cried, tears leaking down his face. His nose stuffed up so much he couldn't breathe, gasping air through his tight throat. "How DARE you come out here and LAUGH at me! How can you just stand there and STARE and at me and say nothing!" Ryou shouted.
No trace of the smirk was left, Yami no Bakura's face faded slowly from full-fledged grin to blank indifference. Cold was seeping back into his black eyes but Ryou still couldn't stop.
"You've been gone for two months! How can you…?" Ryou was panting, vision so blurred. "How could you leave me like this…? All alone…" His voice finally died. Ryou felt strangely empty. He was so tired, so tired…
Silence came next. Ryou was fully aware that Yami no Bakura's thin line of a mouth had transformed once again into its old familiar deeply set scowl.
/How dare I/ he spoke, voice as low and sharp as Ryou had remembered. /How dare you/ he corrected fiercely. Ryou flinched. He had known something like this would happen. Now his darker half was angry. /How dare you talk to me like that/ he snarled, cold eyes narrowing, his good mood completely vanished. Ryou wished for the creepy smiling Bakura to come back. /You have no idea what I've been going through/ Something in his voice made Ryou look up.
Bakura was trembling but it was with rage, not fear.
/How dare you be so selfish/ he snapped. /How dare you stand there and blame me for never coming out? Why do you think I was in there in the first place/ Bakura questioned. Ryou hesitated.
"I… I…" Ryou muttered shamefully, all his previous anger and rage dissolving into the pit of his stomach. He felt sick.
/You were the one who stopped me from accomplishing my goal! You were the one who dared to stand against me! To stand beside your friends instead of me! You say you feel alone! How do you think I felt that day/ he cried furiously, hands gesturing angrily. Ryou winced, brown eyes closing. /All my planning, my existence was born for this one time and I finally had it within my grasp! After being trapped in darkness for three thousand years! And its you who stands in my way! The only one I thought I could trust ruined my one chance/
Ryou's throat tightened painfully. 'Oh god…'
/And you expect me to just come out, forgive and coddle you/ Bakura hissed nastily. /Two months? Only two months? I thought my hatred for you would last a lifetime/ Bakura admitted. There was a moment of hesitation, Yami no Bakura paused to catch his breath. /But it didn't… it couldn't last even a year…? Why/ Bakura asked. Ryou's soft brown eyes snapped open again. /Why can't I ever stay mad at you? Why would I throw away my goal for you? Why am I satisfied with watching you for rest of your life/ Bakura questioned harshly, taking a brave step forward. Ryou could not stop staring at him; his gaze would not leave Bakura's ghostly face. He scared to speak, afraid of what might come out of his mouth.
"I'm… sorry…" Ryou apologized, voice so quiet it was barely audible. Bakura's scowl deepened.
/Don't say those weak things to me, yadonushi/ Yami no Bakura ordered sharply. /If I want to hate you, I will. If I want to stay in the Ring and never come out, I will. And if I want to come out, I will. And if I want to laugh at you when you trip, I will/ his voice paused, eyes losing their danger. He took another step forward. /If I want to stare at you, I will…/
Ryou's breathing hitched.
Yami no Bakura's white bangs fell around his face, his black eyes glowing out from those cruel spikes of hair. He grabbed Ryou's shoulder roughly with one hand. Ryou could not move, hypnotized but the look in his darker personality's eyes. Everything about him was so fierce and intense. Ryou's brown eyes could not possibly have gotten any wider.
Bakura grinned mischievously as he leaned forward.
/I don't see you resisting, yadonushi/ he hissed.
'Resist? Resist what?' Ryou thought numbly.
Ryou was still so deeply entranced, staring into Yami no Bakura's face, that he was only dimly aware as Yami no Bakura's firm grip on Ryou's shoulder pulled him closer. Yami no Bakura rolled his eyes.
You are so dense… the dark soul spoke in Ryou's mind.
Yami no Bakura grabbed the back of Ryou's head and kissed him on mouth. Ryou made a sound in the back of his throat that sounded like a yelp, arms going rigid. Bakura pulled back, gave his lighter half a harsh look and then kissed him again. Ryou tried to keep himself from making any more noises. He certainly hadn't been expecting this turn of events… not that he was protesting.
'At least it's better than the last time,' Ryou thought. Bakura bit Ryou's bottom lip irritably, bringing his lighter half out of his musings.
Stop thinking, it's annoying, Bakura ordered. He took a firmer hold on Ryou's head and strengthened his kisses. Ryou sighed, muscles finally starting to relax, his body leaning up against Bakura's. It felt good to be able to lean against someone so warm. Ryou was quite sure that if Bakura suddenly let go of him he'd probably fall over flat on his face, yet Bakura did not let go of him, in fact he held Ryou tighter, wrapping an arm around hid light's back.
You weirdo, I'm not going to carry you. Ryou responded by pressing his toes into the tile floor and pushing himself only further upward, making it easier for him to reach his darkness' mouth, poking his tongue passed his darkness' lips.
'He's tastes good…' Ryou hummed to himself.
Bakura finally drew away but again found he had no choice but to keep holding Ryou to prevent his lighter half from falling over.
/I think you're having too much fun/ Bakura drawled moodily, half glaring at him. Ryou shrugged, making no effort to move from his current position.
"Maybe you're not having enough," Ryou suggested, staring at him innocently. Yami no Bakura frowned and then looked down at their slanted arrangement again.
/Do you think you could get off of me/ he questioned curtly.
"You want me to?" Ryou asked bluntly.
Bakura actually had to take a moment to answer.
/Just stand on your own, will you/ Bakura snapped, getting slightly frustrated. Ryou shrugged, shifted his weight backwards obligingly and landed on his feet. He managed to remain only slightly disappointed as Bakura removed his arm from around Ryou's back. /Go make your dinner, I'm going to take a nap/ Bakura said and turned to go. Ryou stared at the floor but didn't protest. The darkness must have sensed Ryou's pang of sadness for he turned around again and glared at the silent teenager.
/What/ he questioned suspiciously.
"I might need help," Ryou choked, scratching his hand distractedly. "With the cooking part…"
Bakura stared, eyes half lidded in annoyance once again. /Don't be stupid, I don't know anything about cooking./
Ryou's face fell. "Oh… yeah, of course…" He bent his head away from his darker half's gaze.
Bakura scoffed and then rolled his eyes exasperatingly. /But I suppose… it's not like I can do any worse/ he growled optimistically. Ryou's head lifted slightly, eyes shinning hopefully. /Then again how hard is 'just add water'/ Bakura snorted. /Do you have anything else that's less complicated/ he questioned harshly, walking over to the counter and staring doubtfully into the bags of food. Ryou straightened and joined his darker half, a smile on his pale face.
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SO MUCH FLUFF! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! I'M DROWNING IN FLUFFINESS! (glub, glub (sound of someone one drowning))
Teehee, I kid, I kid. I love this chapter. It's awesome. So much wonderful, wonderful love.
God, I wrote this so freaking long ago. This story seems so old to me now that I'm on my new story. I was freaking waiting for Bakura to drag Ryou off to the bedroom or something.
Poor Ryou, I know how hard it is to make Ramen!
HAHAHAHA! Jounouchi makes me laugh! HAAHAHAHA!
Yes, yes, I admit it, I stole lines and stuff from Yami and Yugi fluff scenes from the anime. (cough, JAPANESE VERSION OF COURSE, cough) Just goes to show how much fucking shounen ai evidence they put in it, mwahahahahahahaha!
THE LAST CHAPTER! (more tears) Jounouchi and Kaiba are on a mission to find Yugi's house but they have some unexpected guests hitching a ride with them! OH NO! How will they ever… TALK! And of course there will be returning faces!
Now, what are you all going to do ? Hm… well… You could: A) Dance like crazy B) Eat cake C) Cry me a river D) REVIEW! ….or E) both A and D
Choose wisely….
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