Bakura looked up from loading the dishwasher. "Ryou!" he shouted. "Ryou!"
he yelled. He sighed, slamming the dishwasher door and storming off into
the living room. "Ryou!"
Ryou pulled away from kissing Yugi. "I, um... Bakura?"
"What the hell are you doing?!" he shrieked.
"Kissing my koi?" he said unsurely.
"Well...stop it!"
"Bakura," Yugi asked softly, "are you okay?"
"Fine, just fine! Why wouldn't I be?"
Yami walked into the room, eyebrow raised. "Bakura? Marik's on the phone."
Yami, Ryou, and Yugi watched him leave. "Ryou?" Yugi asked softly. "What's wrong with Bakura?"
"I'm not sure," he said quietly. "He keeps to himself."
"Can't you read his thoughts?" Yami asked mildly interested.
"Only while he's in the soul room and he spends as little time in there as possible. You know that, Yami."
"Don't you have a mind link?"
"No...Bakura and I aren't as close as you and Yugi," he said softly.
Yugi leaned his head on Ryou's shoulder. "Maybe he's lonely."
"My yami?" Ryou asked incredulously.
"My yami is," Yugi whispered, pulling Ryou into a kiss.
"Who said I was lonely?" Yami asked softly.
"Yami, it's quite obvious," Yugi said gently.
Yami stood up, walking off angrily. "Keep to yourself, Omote!" he shouted.
Bakura stepped into the room, right in Yami's way. He looked at the pharaoh wide eyed. "I--"
"Don't fucking touch me!" Yami tore from him.
Bakura pulled him close. "Just relax, Yami," he whispered. "There's no need to get all mental."
"Let go of me!" Yami shrieked, jabbing an elbow into the Tomb Robber. He tore from the room.
"You're a fucking jerk, Yami!" Bakura yelled after him, holding his stomach. "You've always cared only of yourself and that's it! If the great Pharaoh of Egypt wasn't happy, then no one else could be." Bakura stood up straight. "But, oh, if he *was* happy, no one else was."
Yami walked back, staring at Bakura. "You said I wasn't a cruel leader."
"There's a vast difference between 'un-cruel' and 'compassionate.' And even so, who gave a crap about a little poor peasant or his entire village? Certainly not the pharaoh of Egypt. They weren't needed and if they were, they were replaceable."
"Excuse me?" Yami asked, confused and indignant.
"You sacrificed my entire village so form that Ra-damn pendant around your neck! And I, just a little child, had to fucking watch! So you wonder why I became a Tomb Raider and hold such contempt for your fucking rituals and damnable gods! Why 'proper burial' means shit to me and all I see is gold going to waste! You're terrible, Yami, to even think for a minute you were a compassionate leader. You did what you had to do to make life easier on yourself and your high priest and fucking mages. Because, you know what? Watching your mother and father and family and friends die is a TERRIBLE thing for someone to go through."
After Bakura's long lecture, no one was sure what to do. Yami looked down, ashamed. Yugi looked at Yami wide-eyed, surprised his role modal wasn't perfect. And Ryou looked at his yami sympathetically.
Bakura finally broke the silence. "And you know the *oddest* occurrence after *all* that?"
Yami shook his head.
"After a particular *bad* raid, I was near death and your stupid High Priest and High Mage found me. They brought me back to your palace, healing my various wounds, cleaning me, feeding me, never realizing I was the great tomb robber. Then they presented me to your, a great prize to please their pharaoh. You, liking...exotic things, were taken by my tan skin, white hair, and scarlet eyes. So despite my hate for you and my occupation, you took me in as slave. It wasn't until I tried to kill you that I became something more than an amusing thing to watch, serving you."
"What happened?" Yami asked softly.
"You threw me down and raped me. In front of everyone, or else I would have killed you."
Yami's eyes widened. "I...I raped...you?"
"Yes," he said quietly. "And beat me. And starved me."
"That's terrible," Yami said softly. "I couldn't even begin to apologize-- "
"Save it. I don't want to hear it anymore. Because, for some reason, I am still in love with you sometimes." Bakura laughed coldly. "It's funny," he said to the gaping faces. "I can remember every terrible thing you've ever done to me, but for the love of me, I can't remember what you did to make me fall in love. Three thousand years is a long time to remember these things, I suppose, when I was too busy hating you."
"What happened? You certainly weren't on my high court. So how'd you get into the Ring?"
"The keeper of the Ring died. Your Black Mage, who's now a Duel Monster Card. And when they discovered you were in love with a Tomb Raider, you made up you mind to just cut me out of your life, putting me into the Ring for several thousand years." Bakura walked out slowly, into his room. "But Yami?" he called to them. "No hard feelings."
~~~
Bakura avoided all his roommates by getting up in the middle of the night and leaving. He made his way quietly to Marik's apartment, careful not to attract any attention to himself. It's not that he couldn't defend himself, it's that he wasn't in the mood and the author was tired of every story having a scene where a yami killed some random person for trying to jump them. It wasn't that Bakura wasn't in the mood for blood, there was no denying he loved blood, it was just that he also didn't want to put any effort out.
Getting everything off your chest like that can do that to a person.
Bakura slipped his key into the lock and opened the door. He looked around the empty apartment and sighed. He had kind of wanted to talk with Marik. But to no avail. Bakura never got what he wanted.
He walked over to the fridge and opened it. His eyebrow raised at the mustard, cheap beer, and head of lettuce in the fridge. ~Mmm, yummy,~ he thought sarcastically. He pulled out a beer and soon came to realize that apartment wasn't empty. It was just being used for...recreational purposes.
~Either they're making out loudly, or having sex quietly. Hmmm...~ Bakura, feeling boredly devious, knocked on the bedroom door. "Marik, honey?"
A long pause, then, "Bakura?" he asked uneasily.
"Are you busy in there? Because if you are, I can always come calling another time."
"Go to hell, Bakura," he said rudely.
"Oh dear, are you masturbating again? You know, if you play with yourself too much, you'll go blind."
"Bakura!" Marik yelled. He slammed the door open. His hair was sticking out in weird places, reminding Bakura lightly of his yami and his button-up shirt was unbuttoned, leaving Bakura a nice view of his chest.
"Uh..." he stared.
"I am trying to make out with Jounochi! Is that so hard?"
Bakura shook his head. "Nope. Sorry. Was lonely was all. Please continue."
"Bakura?" Jou's called softly from inside the room. "Are you okay?"
"Yup, fine. I'll just be watching TV." He turned from Marik and sat down in front of the TV, watching whatever was on with little interest.
~~~
Marik sighed, shutting the door. "I feel bad."
"Me too."
Marik turned to his boyfriend. "Do you want to continue, or are we done?"
Jounochi got off the western-style bed, still a discomfort for him sometimes, and walked over to Marik. "I think he's lonely."
"He said that."
"I think he still misses the intimacy you guys had," Jou said softly, running his hand over Marik's tanned chest.
"Excuse me?"
"It weird for people to go from fucking to just friends. I don't really know from experience, but I know it'd be hard for me and Seto to ever be friends after everything."
"It's a little different for you guys. You guys had more...feelings for each other."
"You guys are best friends and now he has to share you with me. Mokuba had some resentment in the beginning. It's understandable."
Marik leaned in for a kiss with Jounochi. "You're a very good-hearted person," he finally said, not sure what else to say.
"I just don't want anyone to get hurt. Besides, yesterday he suggested a three-some between us."
"BAKURA!" Marik yelled.
Bakura heaved a large sigh. "What did I do now?" he called out.
"Get the fuck in here!"
Bakura walked slowly to his friend's room, eyes downcast. "Yeah?" he asked quietly.
"What the hell are you up to?"
Bakura sighed, rubbing his head, not sure what Marik was asking. "I just wanted to get away from the other guys, sorry if I disturbed you. I'll leave if you like--"
"You wanted a threesome?!"
"You're taking it out of context, Marik. Yesterday, Jou and I were talking."
"About having a threesome?" Marik asked, his voice starting to get exasperated.
"One of the topics was Jounochi's fantasy and it happened to be two guys worshiping his body, aka, a threesome. All I wanted to know is if he had ever thought I was attractive but the answer was no. Now Marik, I have a headache and I've been through a lot of shit, can we please cut through all the bullshit and you just kick me out?"
"I'm not going to kick you out, Bakura, what the hell is the matter with you?"
Bakura shrugged, talking past them to the closet, pulling out a sheet. "Night guys." He started walking past them back to the couch.
"Bakura!" Marik said exasperated. "What is your problem?!"
"Just...musing about a past life. Don't worry about it."
Ryou pulled away from kissing Yugi. "I, um... Bakura?"
"What the hell are you doing?!" he shrieked.
"Kissing my koi?" he said unsurely.
"Well...stop it!"
"Bakura," Yugi asked softly, "are you okay?"
"Fine, just fine! Why wouldn't I be?"
Yami walked into the room, eyebrow raised. "Bakura? Marik's on the phone."
Yami, Ryou, and Yugi watched him leave. "Ryou?" Yugi asked softly. "What's wrong with Bakura?"
"I'm not sure," he said quietly. "He keeps to himself."
"Can't you read his thoughts?" Yami asked mildly interested.
"Only while he's in the soul room and he spends as little time in there as possible. You know that, Yami."
"Don't you have a mind link?"
"No...Bakura and I aren't as close as you and Yugi," he said softly.
Yugi leaned his head on Ryou's shoulder. "Maybe he's lonely."
"My yami?" Ryou asked incredulously.
"My yami is," Yugi whispered, pulling Ryou into a kiss.
"Who said I was lonely?" Yami asked softly.
"Yami, it's quite obvious," Yugi said gently.
Yami stood up, walking off angrily. "Keep to yourself, Omote!" he shouted.
Bakura stepped into the room, right in Yami's way. He looked at the pharaoh wide eyed. "I--"
"Don't fucking touch me!" Yami tore from him.
Bakura pulled him close. "Just relax, Yami," he whispered. "There's no need to get all mental."
"Let go of me!" Yami shrieked, jabbing an elbow into the Tomb Robber. He tore from the room.
"You're a fucking jerk, Yami!" Bakura yelled after him, holding his stomach. "You've always cared only of yourself and that's it! If the great Pharaoh of Egypt wasn't happy, then no one else could be." Bakura stood up straight. "But, oh, if he *was* happy, no one else was."
Yami walked back, staring at Bakura. "You said I wasn't a cruel leader."
"There's a vast difference between 'un-cruel' and 'compassionate.' And even so, who gave a crap about a little poor peasant or his entire village? Certainly not the pharaoh of Egypt. They weren't needed and if they were, they were replaceable."
"Excuse me?" Yami asked, confused and indignant.
"You sacrificed my entire village so form that Ra-damn pendant around your neck! And I, just a little child, had to fucking watch! So you wonder why I became a Tomb Raider and hold such contempt for your fucking rituals and damnable gods! Why 'proper burial' means shit to me and all I see is gold going to waste! You're terrible, Yami, to even think for a minute you were a compassionate leader. You did what you had to do to make life easier on yourself and your high priest and fucking mages. Because, you know what? Watching your mother and father and family and friends die is a TERRIBLE thing for someone to go through."
After Bakura's long lecture, no one was sure what to do. Yami looked down, ashamed. Yugi looked at Yami wide-eyed, surprised his role modal wasn't perfect. And Ryou looked at his yami sympathetically.
Bakura finally broke the silence. "And you know the *oddest* occurrence after *all* that?"
Yami shook his head.
"After a particular *bad* raid, I was near death and your stupid High Priest and High Mage found me. They brought me back to your palace, healing my various wounds, cleaning me, feeding me, never realizing I was the great tomb robber. Then they presented me to your, a great prize to please their pharaoh. You, liking...exotic things, were taken by my tan skin, white hair, and scarlet eyes. So despite my hate for you and my occupation, you took me in as slave. It wasn't until I tried to kill you that I became something more than an amusing thing to watch, serving you."
"What happened?" Yami asked softly.
"You threw me down and raped me. In front of everyone, or else I would have killed you."
Yami's eyes widened. "I...I raped...you?"
"Yes," he said quietly. "And beat me. And starved me."
"That's terrible," Yami said softly. "I couldn't even begin to apologize-- "
"Save it. I don't want to hear it anymore. Because, for some reason, I am still in love with you sometimes." Bakura laughed coldly. "It's funny," he said to the gaping faces. "I can remember every terrible thing you've ever done to me, but for the love of me, I can't remember what you did to make me fall in love. Three thousand years is a long time to remember these things, I suppose, when I was too busy hating you."
"What happened? You certainly weren't on my high court. So how'd you get into the Ring?"
"The keeper of the Ring died. Your Black Mage, who's now a Duel Monster Card. And when they discovered you were in love with a Tomb Raider, you made up you mind to just cut me out of your life, putting me into the Ring for several thousand years." Bakura walked out slowly, into his room. "But Yami?" he called to them. "No hard feelings."
~~~
Bakura avoided all his roommates by getting up in the middle of the night and leaving. He made his way quietly to Marik's apartment, careful not to attract any attention to himself. It's not that he couldn't defend himself, it's that he wasn't in the mood and the author was tired of every story having a scene where a yami killed some random person for trying to jump them. It wasn't that Bakura wasn't in the mood for blood, there was no denying he loved blood, it was just that he also didn't want to put any effort out.
Getting everything off your chest like that can do that to a person.
Bakura slipped his key into the lock and opened the door. He looked around the empty apartment and sighed. He had kind of wanted to talk with Marik. But to no avail. Bakura never got what he wanted.
He walked over to the fridge and opened it. His eyebrow raised at the mustard, cheap beer, and head of lettuce in the fridge. ~Mmm, yummy,~ he thought sarcastically. He pulled out a beer and soon came to realize that apartment wasn't empty. It was just being used for...recreational purposes.
~Either they're making out loudly, or having sex quietly. Hmmm...~ Bakura, feeling boredly devious, knocked on the bedroom door. "Marik, honey?"
A long pause, then, "Bakura?" he asked uneasily.
"Are you busy in there? Because if you are, I can always come calling another time."
"Go to hell, Bakura," he said rudely.
"Oh dear, are you masturbating again? You know, if you play with yourself too much, you'll go blind."
"Bakura!" Marik yelled. He slammed the door open. His hair was sticking out in weird places, reminding Bakura lightly of his yami and his button-up shirt was unbuttoned, leaving Bakura a nice view of his chest.
"Uh..." he stared.
"I am trying to make out with Jounochi! Is that so hard?"
Bakura shook his head. "Nope. Sorry. Was lonely was all. Please continue."
"Bakura?" Jou's called softly from inside the room. "Are you okay?"
"Yup, fine. I'll just be watching TV." He turned from Marik and sat down in front of the TV, watching whatever was on with little interest.
~~~
Marik sighed, shutting the door. "I feel bad."
"Me too."
Marik turned to his boyfriend. "Do you want to continue, or are we done?"
Jounochi got off the western-style bed, still a discomfort for him sometimes, and walked over to Marik. "I think he's lonely."
"He said that."
"I think he still misses the intimacy you guys had," Jou said softly, running his hand over Marik's tanned chest.
"Excuse me?"
"It weird for people to go from fucking to just friends. I don't really know from experience, but I know it'd be hard for me and Seto to ever be friends after everything."
"It's a little different for you guys. You guys had more...feelings for each other."
"You guys are best friends and now he has to share you with me. Mokuba had some resentment in the beginning. It's understandable."
Marik leaned in for a kiss with Jounochi. "You're a very good-hearted person," he finally said, not sure what else to say.
"I just don't want anyone to get hurt. Besides, yesterday he suggested a three-some between us."
"BAKURA!" Marik yelled.
Bakura heaved a large sigh. "What did I do now?" he called out.
"Get the fuck in here!"
Bakura walked slowly to his friend's room, eyes downcast. "Yeah?" he asked quietly.
"What the hell are you up to?"
Bakura sighed, rubbing his head, not sure what Marik was asking. "I just wanted to get away from the other guys, sorry if I disturbed you. I'll leave if you like--"
"You wanted a threesome?!"
"You're taking it out of context, Marik. Yesterday, Jou and I were talking."
"About having a threesome?" Marik asked, his voice starting to get exasperated.
"One of the topics was Jounochi's fantasy and it happened to be two guys worshiping his body, aka, a threesome. All I wanted to know is if he had ever thought I was attractive but the answer was no. Now Marik, I have a headache and I've been through a lot of shit, can we please cut through all the bullshit and you just kick me out?"
"I'm not going to kick you out, Bakura, what the hell is the matter with you?"
Bakura shrugged, talking past them to the closet, pulling out a sheet. "Night guys." He started walking past them back to the couch.
"Bakura!" Marik said exasperated. "What is your problem?!"
"Just...musing about a past life. Don't worry about it."