When the last school bell finally rang, all the students started to rush towards the doors of freedom. I stood back, waiting for the crowd to die down. Not to mention school hallways are the highways of death. All the kids pushing and shoving and shouting in your ear; one misstep and you're done for. No thank you. I can wait five minutes.
As I looked out the windows, I could see all the students starting to walk home while chatting with their friends. I didn't notice until now how beautiful the school grounds were; tall trees, emerald grass and brightly colored flowers made it seem like those schools you see only in brochures. But the thing that caught my attention was the shy kid waiting by one of the sakura trees and looking directly at me. We made eye contact, smiled at each other and gave each other a small wave. He then turned around and started to walk off school grounds.
What was that just now? We haven't even had a conversation, yet we acted like we were close friends. . .
Instincts overcame me as I started to run through the now empty hallways to catch up with him. My feet stopped by the school entrance only to change into my sneakers. After that, I sprinted to catch up with him. And after five minutes of sprinting, I finally caught up with him by his apartment.
I stood there, bent over, hands on my knees, panting, as he looked at me with his now soft, chocolate eyes. We looked at each other, not saying a word. Words weren't needed to communicate; our eyes solved that problem.
He turned around and looked at his apartment for a brief moment. Still looking at his apartment, he grabbed my hand and forcefully and with great speed, led me to his apartment. We climbed three flights of stairs until we reached a door with a sign that read Bakura.
Grabbing his key out of his pocket, his shoved it into the key hole, as if his life depended on it. Once open, he pushed me in, slammed the door closed, and backed me up onto the door. He placed his hands on my hips, while his lips hovered above mine for a moment before kissing me rough and passionately. Surprised by this action, it took me minute before I realized what was going on. Once I knew, I kissed him with hesitation and wrapped my arms loosely around his neck to pull him closer.
"Yuki, there's no need to hesitate; do what you feel," he said in his now deep, sexy voice.
"You called me by my first name," I said, stating the obvious.
"Problem?"
"Not at all," I answered, the butterflies once again returning to my stomach.
He pulled me back into another forceful kiss, this time licking my bottom lip. Confused and curious, I hesitantly opened my mouth. His tongue invaded my wet cavern and started dancing around mine. I did not know how to respond to this, so I stood there stiffly, taking mental notes of what was happening.
Bakura finally broke the kiss with a disappointed look on his face. "It's no fun if you're not going to respond to the kiss," he said with a mocking tone. I took a closer look at him and realized this was the Bakura from the roof, not the one from class.
I did not reply to his comment; I instead held a baffled look on my face, tilting my head at a slight angle. Seconds later, he understood my expression.
"So you figured it out, huh?"
"It's really not that hard. Care to explain?"
Bakura sighed and told me his story. All of it- from ancient Egypt to the millennium ring to having the Bakura in class as a host. I listened deeply the entire time, not once interrupting him. When he finished, I did not ask questions. It all made sense- well as much sense as a 3,000 year old spirit being prisoner in an ancient Egyptian artifact can make.
Noticing that the time was almost 4:30, I decided to take my leave. Bakura gave me a long, gentle good-bye kiss. And with that, I left his apartment and headed to my own home.
Ryou Bakura POV
"Yami, why did you do that?" gentle Ryou Bakura complained.
"Please, why are you complaining? I know you enjoyed it. Besides, if it were you, it would take you forever to make a move."
Young Ryou's face turned a deep crimson. "I. . .I did not enjoy that! Like seeing you make out with her really entertained me!"
Yami Bakura gave him a look. "Okay, sure," he said with sarcasm. "But fantasy and reality are two completely different things. And besides, your face, pounding heart and body say otherwise."
Yami took his leave and left the completely embarrassed and mortified Ryou to himself. He dramatically fell onto the couch that was by the door and buried his face in a small, red pillow.
