Make Noise, Not War
Yami's quote and its recipient is courtesy of SR, her review of Chapter 28
"What's that?" Ryou asked.
Holding up the innocent-looking white envelope, Bakura asked, "This?"
Ryou nodded.
"It's a letter from the Pharaoh," Bakura sneered the honorific.
Eyebrows knitting together in a frown, Ryou asked, "Why would Yami send you a letter? What could he possibly have to say to you? For that matter, even if he did, for some unknown reason, have something he wanted to talk to you about – why not just use the phone?"
"Beats me," Bakura replied, his answer pertaining to all three of his hikari's questions. "Let's see what the big baka wants, ne?" With that rousing endorsement, he slit open the envelope with a dagger he'd pulled from somewhere – Ryou didn't really know where, but his koi was never without one, even when they were in bed together – and dumped the contents of it on his lap.
Surprisingly – or, rather, not – it was a letter. There was, however, an instant Polaroid photograph inside the letter's folds.
"What's it say?" Ryou asked, coming over to kneel on the couch next to his lover. Without waiting for an answer, he leaned over Bakura's shoulder to read it himself.
Tomb-robber,
I have often called you insane, and you have just as often denied my allegations. I decided that if I defined exactly what I mean by insanity, perhaps it would be harder for you to imitate Cleopatra. I do believe Albert Einstein said it best…
Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
If you persist in your attempts to try and steal my Puzzle, you will only be reinforcing my position on the state of your sanity – or lack thereof. :-)
Yami
Hand trembling with rage, Bakura picked up the photograph and stared at it. It was of Yami, smiling smugly – and holding the Puzzle in his hands.
"That…that…" Bakura sputtered, all his energy expenditure focused on anger and unable to come up with an invective immediately.
"Conceited ass?" Ryou offered, one eye twitching spastically as he glared at the letter. "Stuck-up, self-important snob?"
"Arrogant, egotistical, self-centered, nameless idiot!" Bakura roared his agreement, his fist unconsciously clenching and crumpling the paper and photo.
"Although he does have a point," Ryou said casually.
Bakura turned red eyes gone wide in disbelief on his koi. "What…?"
"Albeit not much of one," Ryou continued on blithely. "You try to steal his Puzzle a different way each time, so it's not like you're doing the exact same thing…"
Anger, vengeance, and bloodlust for his nemesis died a slow death inside of Bakura, but his urge to declare war on the only other living relic of ancient Egypt in Domino did eventually sizzle out – especially when he noticed the waves of not-entirely-concealed emotions and thoughts wafting through their mind-link from Ryou.
So…he wants me to be dominating, ne? Hopes that by getting my ire up I'll 'throw him up against the wall and fuck him until he screams'?
Your wish is my command, yadonoushi, Bakura thought, momentarily caught up in past regrets. Regrets that it took his stubborn pride so long to let Ryou in, so they could get this far… Only this time…I think you'll like the outcome a lot more. He smirked. Or should I say, 'come out'?
Thus decided on his course of action, Bakura moved to implement his plan. It was a good, simple plan, involving nothing more than one step: pouncing on his lover – his unsuspecting lover, who had his back to him – and ravishing him against the living room wall.
Unfortunately – or fortunately, as the case may be – they never quite made it to the wall, and ended up not moving from the floor for quite a while…
Although Ryou did get his wish – their neighbors were complaining about the noise for days.