The last chapter was the first on I've ever actually uploaded on my own. It really surprised me when I saw the story at the top of the list and that the computer I used at blown up or got a virus or something. Stupid Vamp coming to France and leaving me without the instructions on how do upload. Good job I looked over her shoulder every time she uploaded the other chapters so that I had an idea what I was supposed to be doing.
Anyway, that's my rant for the day. Now to answer my reviewers' questions.
Main question was: why Honda? Answer is that I just thought I'd give him something to do. I wanted a random character that could just disappear when he gave his report to Yami. I could've sent Yugi but he'd of looked kind of out of place in a bar. He would've been told to leave and come back with an adult.
And now onto the next exciting instalment. Enjoy!
Chapter 6 – Snitch
The next night, Honda patiently waited in the shadows outside Ryou's room. He was truly honoured that he had been chosen, and was now waiting for his mission to begin.
The door to the prince's room opened slowly and Malik's head appeared. He looked from left to right before going back into the room for a moment and then returning with a dark cloak on and another disguised figure. This, Honda reasoned, was the prince. They both set off down the corridor, going as quickly as they could without making a noise. Honda followed.
He followed them through the palace, through the secret exit, through the darkened streets, until finally they arrived at an inn. Both boys headed towards a table at the back of the club, while Honda stayed just far enough away not to be noticed but close enough to hear what was being said.
"Bakura!" Ryou cried as they neared the others, and flung his arms around his boyfriend.
Bakura grinned and pulled the boy's face closer for a kiss. Malik and Marik rolled their eyes. "You'd think they'd been separated for weeks not hours," Malik said, grinning.
"It's disgraceful."
"They should be ashamed; could've at least found a room."
"Want to make out?"
"Sure!"
Malik jumped onto his lap and Marik pulled him in closer to begin their tongue war.
"And they say we're the disgraceful ones," Bakura said quietly so that only Ryou could hear.
Ryou giggled and leant his head on Bakura's shoulder. Bakura smiled down at him and they began to talk.
Meanwhile, Honda was taking very careful mental notes. He now knew: where the prince went every night; why he went there; and how Malik was connected. He carefully studied the one Ryou had called Bakura's face. He was sure that he'd heard that name somewhere before but he couldn't remember where.
A few hours later, Bakura was starting to be really irritated by the two blondes at their table. If they weren't making a scene they were making sarcastic and infuriating comments. Ryou felt now would be a good time to leave, before Bakura decided to murder one (or both) of them.
Taking hold firmly of Bakura's hand, Ryou dragged him up the stairs to his room. When one of them became tired of the busy room downstairs they often went up to the room Bakura and Marik were renting. The room wasn't silent (you could still hear the noise from downstairs) but at least it was more peaceful and private.
As they reached the room Ryou let go of Bakura's hand so that he could unlock the door. After doing this Bakura froze, his hand still on the knob of the slightly opened door. A smirk formed on his lips as a delightful idea popped into his head.
Ryou began to get worried when Bakura didn't move. Why had he stopped? Was there someone in there? "Bakura, what's wrong?" he asked quietly.
Before Ryou knew what was happening Bakura had turned around and picked him up bridal-style. Ryou blushed and began to squirm. "Bakura put me down!" he squeaked.
Bakura ignored him and entered the room, closing the door with his foot behind him. He walked over to the bed and dropped Ryou onto it. He then went back and locked the door so that they wouldn't be disturbed.
Unbeknownst to them, someone was outside the room with his ear to the wall, listening carefully.
Bakura turned around slowly, a feral grin on his face. Ryou was starting to get nervous and edged backwards into a corner. Bakura advanced towards him, slowly building tension.
"Bakura what are you doing?" Ryou asked almost fearfully as Bakura crawled onto the bed.
Bakura used his body to block Ryou in, their faces only an inch apart. Bakura's grin was still present, he liked watching Ryou squirm. But all good things must come to an end.
Bakura moved closer so that his hot breath tickled Ryou's ear. "What am I doing little prince? I'm trying to freak you out."
"Bakura!" Ryou shouted angrily, his cheeks turning red.
Bakura laughed so hard that he fell backwards and had to clutch his sides to stop them from hurting. Ryou pouted as his lover continued to laugh. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head and Ryou did the closest thing he could to a smirk.
Before Bakura knew what was happening Ryou had jumped on top of him and was tickling his sides. This caused the thief beneath him to laugh and wriggle uncontrollably.
"Ryou…mercy...mercy," Bakura cried in-between his giggles, tears of laughter rolling down his cheeks.
Ryou decided that Bakura had had enough punishment for now and stopped tickling him. Bakura just lay there, gulping in some much need oxygen. Ryou stayed straddling his waist, his arms folded triumphantly over his chest.
When Bakura had calmed down he reached up and wiped the moisture from his face. "You are pure evil Ryou."
Said boy just smiled innocently and stuck out his tongue. Bakura muttered something that Ryou couldn't hear. He frowned and asked him to repeat it. Once again he couldn't hear what was said.
Ryou leaned down, but only realized his mistake when Bakura pulled him down by his shirt so that his ear was right next to Bakura's mouth. "What I said was: don't stick out your tongue unless you're going to use it."
Ryou squeaked as Bakura began to laugh at him again, encircling him with his arms to keep him close.
Once Bakura had stopped laughing he decided to initiate the running joke he had with Ryou. "That was fun. Want to have sex?"
"No!"
"Damn."
Ryou buried his head in Bakura's shoulder, trying to contain his giggles. Bakura smirked triumphantly and was just about to try and gain a kiss from Ryou when he realized too late that he was too close to the edge of the bed. They both rolled off, Bakura landing on top.
"Why do I always somehow end up underneath you?" Ryou asked, not amused that he had landed on the hard, cold floor.
Bakura just chuckled before lifting Ryou up and placing him back on the bed. He then lay down next to him, pulling the prince into a hug. Ryou sighed contently, nuzzling his face into Bakura's chest. Bakura also sighed as he breathed in the scent of Ryou's hair.
"Watermelon," Bakura said as he placed the smell.
"Cinnamon?" Ryou asked, inquiring about what he could smell now that his eyes were closed.
"Correct," Bakura answered sleepily, his eyes also closed.
After that they lay in silence, both content with just listening to the others slow breathing.
Outside, Honda decided that now was a good a time as any to leave. Tomorrow evening the king was in for a shock.
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