I pull my coat tighter; it's not gotten any warmer. In fact, I think it's colder. The winds also got a lot harsher; in consequence, the rain hit me so had I thought I was going to bleed. I carried on walking down the street; I watched the grey building pass me by, until I reached the supermarket. It wasn't far from my house, maybe not even two minuets. I looked upwards at the sign. Wal-Mart. I hate this shop with a passion. It's always full of housewives, gossiping, stood with small children, glaring at you as if you're some kind of imbecile. I wish looks could kill. They'd all be dead. No. no. no. I shouldn't think like that. I won't think like that. I am not Bakura. I am Ryou. I am Hikari, light, good. I will not convert to darkness. One little murderer doesn't make it ok to avenge everyone who has annoyed me in any way. I close my eyes for a few seconds and loosen my coat. I casually walk to the meat isle and order…a lot. The guy looks at me really funnily. Jesus.
"You having a party kid, or you going to the zoo?"…don't make me mad. Please. Not today.
"Actually, it's for my…brother." We look enough alike. DAMN that makes me feel incest. I am not. We aren't related.
"Your brother can eat 20kg of meat? You pass math kid? Sure you don't want 20g?" I feel insulted.
"For you're information, sir, I passed my math with a grade A. and yes, I do mean 20kg. And I would also like to point out that it is none of your damned business what I am buying." I take a step back and take a deep breath. I haven't done that before. But I had every right to. He insulted my intelligence, he insulted Bakura. I will not and cannot stand for it. Its times like this I actually WISH I was Bakura. I would have sent that dude to the shadow realm in a click of my fingers.
"…that's 10000yen please." I glare at him, and hand over the yen. I'm not showing gratitude though, that moron can kiss my ass. I walk through the other aisles and decide to treat myself, because it's been a darn hard day, and I am not in a good mood. So I buy 4 dragon fruits, a bag of apricots, some whipped cream, 4 bars of chocolate, a box of peeps, a romance movie that I didn't take much notice to and some 'relaxing' bubble bath. I am having a night to myself. Bakura can sit in the kitchen with his meat, and if he disturbs me, so help me god I'll buy a whole load of toasters and put them in his room for him to wake up to. That's how revolting I feel, so bad, I would dare go against Bakura, my ultimate fear. Go against the person I love. I pay for anything and try not to look at the greasy bitch behind the counter. I walk back out with million shopping bags into the rain. Its cold, it's wet and it hurts. I do not care right now. There could be an earthquake and I would not give a damn. I finally reach the front door and swing it open. It's way to quiet in here…where's Bakura?
"Bakura…Bakura? BA-KU-RA!" he isn't answering. I am not in the mood to play hide and hurt hikari. So I wander to the kitchen and throw the bags down. Bakura is still in the damned corner with that stupid knife. I look at him and shake my head.
"Why are you still in the corner?" his eyes turn nasty.
"Why are you talking to me like that?" grr.
"Answer my question, Bakura. Why are you still in the damned corner?"
"If you must know, I don't trust that toaster. And if you talk to me like that again, I'll have you in the shadow realm." Have me. Ha I wish.
"Bakura, I go to the shadow realm and you won't get any meat. I will also have a million toasters mailed to this house under your name. Take your choice. Either get out the damned corner and sit at the damned table or I buy a few hundred more toasters."
"Oh, aren't you been forceful. Shame I'm not scared."
"Bakura, I am not in the mood. Not today. Now do as I say."
"You have no power over me." I smirk. I walk over to the toaster and unplug it. Bakura watches me. I pick up the toaster and walk over to Bakura, caressing it.
"Well, see this? Make friends with it, because it'll be with you when you wake up tomorrow."
"You wouldn't. And I'd destroy it."
"I'll buy a hundred more as I said previously."
"With what money?" he doesn't think I thought this through. Bad news Baka Bakura, I have.
"Yours. I know your card details, and I know how much money you have in there, and how much of it is stolen." Bakura goes pale and promptly walks to the chair and sits down and folds his arms, unimpressed. Tough. I don't care tonight. I pull the meat out of the bag and literally throw it at him. He jumps and grabs it like some kind of animal, and devours it in the messiest way possible. He is going to clean that up. I stare at him. Forget it, I have the will power to ignore him. I turn around, and begin unpacking.
"Just so you know…" I started, "I'm having a solo party tonight, which means I am going to relax, with food and drink. Alone." I hear the chair move backwards.
"Fine. So long as you know understand this is my house too. And it's a Friday, which means I get the TV."
"Well, not today. The living room is mine. You can sit in the kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, shadow realm-whatever. I don't really care where you, just don't bother me."
"And here's me thinking you're a boy, Ryou."…what!?
"What?!" I ask snappily.
"Pre menstrual tension, koi?" he called me Koi! Yay. …he called me a girl.
"Bakura. I am a boy. I do not get PMT. It's just been a difficult day for me."
"Murdering Yugi and all." He had to bring it up. "What made you do that anyways?" he saunters over to me. I swallow, hard.
"You asked me to. I didn't know what to do."
"But you killed him, that isn't like you. Tell me koi, why?" I freeze as he places a hand on my waist, and my bad mood evaporates. I nervously turn my head to look at him, and I stare straight into his huge coffee eyes. I smile internally and I notice he smiles.
"I…I…" I feel my eyes drift shut, I can't speak. I hear Bakura breathing, and we're so close, I can feel his heart beat. My eyes are shut, I can't see anything, but I can feel him grip my tighter, his forefinger gently caressing my waist. My breathing slows down to his pace. Then I feel it. I feel his lips gently touch mine. A mere brush and it sends my heart racing. My eyes flutter open for a second, just to look at him. His eyes are closed also, he looks so vulnerable. His white locks hang before his eyes, and his face tinted slightly pink. I let my eyes drift shut again. Our lips are still touching. I feel Bakura put a little more pressure on, and I need air, so I open my mouth cautiously. I feel Bakura's tongue glide inside, I moaned. I reached down to hold his hand and laced my fingers through the hand that held me, making him hold me closer. I leant backwards and wrapped my free arm around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. I'm pretty sure I heard him moan. God I hope so. I feel our tongues collide in a silent battle. I feel the kiss slow down and we pull apart, my eyes flurry open, and I stare into Bakura's orbs. He looks innocent, and that kiss felt magical, my stomach still feels tight, I lean back against him, and his arms encircle me. I know he meant that kiss. I turn to face him, still in his arms, and wrap both of mine around his neck. Our foreheads touch, and I feel Bakura lean in for our lips to slowly meet again, I'm ready this time, and my lips are slightly parted, out lips touch with electricity and our tongues dance. I am in love.