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Chapter 3

The trip back to the apartment was eventful to say the least. Every time a car passed the pair Bakura would jump and joint after it.

That wasn't the only thing that seemed to shock him though. He was unwilling to believe Ryou when he was told that the white things passing overhead weren't birds, and kept complaining about the cold.

Ryou was very thankful when he arrived at his apartment, even though he knew that he'd have just as much trouble trying to explain modern day inventions. At least they wouldn't be receiving any weird looks from the people passing by.

Ryou could understand why they were staring though – not many people are stupid enough to go out in winter without at least wearing a coat. The fact that Bakura was still wearing ancient Egyptian clothing didn't exactly help matters either.

"You actually live here?" Bakura asked incredulously as he tilted his head back so that he could see the top of the building. "It's huge!"

Ryou's cheeks pinked slightly. "I don't own all of it; I don't even own one floor."

Bakura looked down at him, puzzled. Ryou was starting to get use to that expression- it was the same one Bakura had given him every time he'd tried to explain something.

That was one of the things that made this Bakura and the old one different. His yami had absorbed all the information on the modern world from Ryou's mind, meaning he knew everything Ryou knew.

This Bakura on the other hand knew absolutely nothing about the world he had just been dropped into. It was irritating trying to explain things that Ryou just accepted as being there, but it also made Ryou feel more comfortable around Bakura. He was the one with all the knowledge, Bakura was slightly dependant on him – he was valuable.

This Bakura was also more talkative than the last. He was also more crude and shameless but that (Ryou supposed) was probably because no one would want to anger the King of Thieves and with a body like that woman must've begged him to sleep with them.

Ryou blushed at that thought and quickly set off up the stairs, Bakura following behind.

Bakura was very curious about the place that Ryou lived. It was a strange shape and grey! Not to mention it was really tall! Ryou said he didn't own all of it; Bakura wondered what he meant by that.

When they reached the apartment Ryou unlocked the door and walked in. Bakura strode in afterwards as if already owned the place. They walked into the living room and Ryou motioned for Bakura to sit on the sofa.

Already weary of the modern world, Bakura carefully moved himself into a sitting position. When he saw that there would be no unexpected surprises he leaned back and relaxed.

Ryou, however, did not sit down. He stood by the side of the sofa looking down at Bakura. He nibbled on his lip as he wondered what he should do. He sighed and decided he might as well teach Bakura what things were in the house sooner rather than later.

He started in the living room and then moved onto the bathroom. Then he showed the thief the guest room, where he would be sleeping, and Ryou's own room. Ryou left the kitchen until last and then he only showed Bakura things like the tap and fridge. He wasn't going to tell Bakura about the oven or the whole building might catch alight!

Bakura listened intently to Ryou's tour and talk. He wanted to know exactly how he could work things – he didn't like feeling powerless or useless. He might not understand a lot of what Ryou said but he decided that that didn't really matter. He figured – for the moment – instead of trying to understand things it was better to just think of it all as just being some new type of magic.

When Ryou had finished his tour he stopped and wondered what he should do next. Bakura was standing beside him repeating under his breath everything that Ryou had said, trying to memorize it. Ryou smiled at this. He wasn't sure why exactly but he smiled.

Suddenly, Ryou caught a whiff of something. "Maybe you should take a shower Bakura," he suggested.

Bakura stopped and looked down at him, a scowl on his face. "Why?" he demanded.

Ryou looked down at the floor as he said, "I just thought you might want to wash your hair or something."

Bakura shrugged and let himself be led to the bathroom. He might as well try out one of these new inventions he had been told about.

While Bakura took his shower, Ryou decided to get the guest room ready. He also put Bakura's clothes in the wash and got out his father's old dressing gown for the thief to wear until Malik arrived back with the new clothes. He then went back to the living room and collapsed onto the sofa.

Just as Ryou finished his tasks Bakura finished getting washed. He smirked triumphantly as he threw the towel he had been using towards the wash bin. He had managed to use the 'shower' without help from anyone!

Opening the bath room door he walked down the corridor in search of Ryou. He wanted to find him so that he could gloat and be praised for being such a quick study.

Unfortunately with his thoughts so far away Bakura had forgotten something very important. As he stepped into the living room Ryou sat up and turned in his direction. Ryou's face turned bright red and he covered his eyes with his hands, letting out a kind of choked scream. "Bakura, your clothes!"

Bakura blinked and felt his cheeks get hot. He decided to hide his slight embarrassment (since the King of Thieves was never embarrassed) behind righteous indignation. "You never left me any – what was I supposed to do?"

Ryou, still with his eyes scrunched closed, pointed with one hand towards the other side of the sofa and his father's bath robe. "Put that on. It's just like your cloak except it ties at the front."

Bakura quickly did as he was told, then said that Ryou could look again. Ryou opened his eyes but made a point of looking at the floor.

Bakura felt a bit annoyed by this. "What's wrong? Didn't you like what you saw?" He smirked and leaned forward, having another idea. "Or is it that you did like what you saw?"

Ryou's face went a whole new shade of red. Bakura had hit the nail on the head the second time round. Ryou hadn't seen anything below the waist but he had got a good look at Bakura's muscled chest and arms. Ryou thought that the thief looked really hot with no shirt on.

Bakura was more than ready to continue with his teasing/flirting, but then the doorbell rang. Bakura looked around. "Where did that strange noise come from?"

"The door!" Ryou cried in relief. "Somebody's at the door!" He then quickly ran to answer it.

Bakura shrugged and flopped down onto the sofa. He looked up at the strange things dangling from the ceiling. Were those the fake suns Ryou had been talking about? The ones you turned on when Ra had left this world?

Just then Ryou and Malik walked into the living room with their arms full of bags. Bakura sat up straighter, intrigued by what was in these strange bags.

The bags were placed on the coffee table in front of the sofa and Malik began to look for the first item to be displayed. Ryou just stood back and watched, wondering how Malik had managed to fit all the bags onto his motorcycle.

"First things first," Malik said, pulling out a few pairs of socks and handing them to Bakura. "They cover your feet. You just slip them on."

Bakura looked at the socks then put them on correctly.

"Next are the boxers. You put your legs through the wide hole at the top and then it's one leg in each smaller hole. Then slide them up your legs to your waist."

Ryou and Malik averted their eyes while Bakura did this. Bakura wondered why he needed this extra clothing and why he couldn't wear what he normally did. He decided it had something to do with the cold weather and that he was in a different country. The country bit he didn't care about but if it kept him warm then damn it all he'd conform to their stupid fashion.

The next item of clothing pulled out of the bags was a pair of black jeans. After that was a simple red T-shirt and some slippers. From the looks of it the rest were just spares.

But, for some reason, Malik was grinning – like he knew something the others didn't. He pulled out a pair of trainers and then a long black trench-coat.

Bakura was instantly intrigued by the coat. It was sort of like his red one but was a different colour and made of a different material. He reached out and ran his fingers over the new material.

Ryou, on the other hand, was not really impressed. The trench-coat was exactly like the one his yami used to wear. Malik thought he was being clever and funny but he wasn't.

The rest of the clothes were put in the spare room and then they returned to the lounge. Outside it was beginning to get dark since it always got dark early in the winter. Ryou asked Malik if he wanted to stay for dinner and Malik accepted his offer. Ryou then went to the kitchen to prepare the meal.

Because of Bakura's unexpected arrival Ryou and Malik had skipped lunch and now that things had calmed down slightly they were starting to feel hungry.

That wasn't the only reason Ryou was preparing the meal early though. His yami's favourite food had been raw steak but Malik was a vegetarian. With such varying tastes it would take awhile to make something that would appease them both.

Back in the living room – out of earshot of Ryou – Malik and Bakura were trying to strike up conversation. "So, Bakura. Ryou looked quite relieved when I rang the doorbell. Any idea why?" Malik asked, feeling slightly awkward.

Bakura tilted his head back and looked up at the ceiling. "I took a 'shower' and he stole my clothes so I didn't have anything to wear when I came out," he replied simply.

Bakura couldn't be bothered to try and turn this incident into a joke. If Ryou had been around he would've to make the boy blush. But since he wasn't here Bakura couldn't be bothered.

Malik smirked anyway. "He saw you naked did he? Well that explains things. It also explains why Ryou looked like a new species of tomato."

The comment was totally lost on Bakura who didn't know what a tomato was. It was also lost because he was too busy wondering what was for dinner.

During dinner Bakura proved that thieves have absolutely no table manners. As soon as the food was set in front of him he scoffed it down as if he hadn't eaten in months. Ryou winced at his manners (or lack of) whereas Malik just grinned.

Afterwards they sat down and watched TV. There was an action film on one channel and Bakura watched in fascination as the cars exploded into flames.

By the time Malik left for home it was getting late. Malik promised Ryou that he would come over the next day before he left. Ryou sighed, hoping he'd still be alive by tomorrow.

He walked back past the living room and saw that Bakura was still transfixed by the TV. "I'm going to bed now Bakura. Turn the TV off when you've finished watching it."

Bakura gave no signal to show that he had heard Ryou. Ryou sighed and grabbed his pyjamas from his bedroom before heading into the bathroom. A nice hot shower would hopefully calm his nerves.

The hot water did indeed calm him down. Ryou closed his eyes as the revitalizing water trickled down his body. He was finally alone with his thoughts.

How had Bakura come here? Why had he come here? It was obvious that Bakura didn't know why or how.

Ryou sighed as he remembered how Bakura had appeared. How he had been molested. How he had been called hot by someone who was his yami from 3000 years in the past and was now going to be sharing the apartment with him for Ra knows how long!

Ryou sighed again. He wasn't hot. Bakura was hot with his tanned skin, muscled body, devilish smirk…Ryou quickly turned off the water and got out of the shower. He then dried himself off and got changed.

Before he went to his own room he took another quick look at the living room. Bakura didn't look to have moved a muscle since Ryou had last seen him. Ryou shook his head and went to his room. He crawled under the large duvet and let his head fall onto the soft pillow, quickly dropping off to sleep.

It was around midnight when Bakura finally decided to go to bed. As he passed Ryou's room he decided to have a look inside. The light from the corridor seeped into the room so that Bakura could see his landlord. He looked very peaceful. His chest rose and fell softly with each breath.

Bakura felt the side of his mouth twitch. He quickly closed the door and headed for his own room. He'd obviously been awake too long.

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