Misguided Ghosts

Chapter3

It's nice to meet you sir, I guess I'll go, I best be on my way~

Yami opened his mouth hesitantly before closing it, his lips pressed in a thin line. Bakura was glaring hatefully at the two in front of them and hissed.

"Y-Yami? Is that true?" Yugi stuttered with a squeak. "You're together with him?"

"Well, yes," Yami nodded, tightening his hold on Bakuras arm.

"How long has this been going on?" Joey asked darkly, glaring right back at the silverette.

"About a year, you mutt," Bakura snarled. He ignored Yami's whine against the insult and looked down at the smaller star haired teen. "And you! You're supposed to respect his decision not to tell you. I can understand the mongrel to do this but not his own Hikari."

"I…I-" Yugi's eyes filled with tears of guilt and frustration. "I wanted to know he was safe and not in trouble. He said that he didn't want me to know-"

"Exactly! And you disobey him."

"But he tells me everything and I-"

"You can't have your own secrets?"

"Yes, I mean I was worried-"

"I bet you have secrets too and do you see him stalking you?"

"No, I-"

"There you have it. He doesn't torture you for information, so why do you get too?"

"I WAS WORRIED THAT HE WAS IN TROUBLE WITH A BAD CROWD! HE ALWAYS LOOKS LIKE THE WORLD WILL END WHENEVER HE'S LATE!" Yugi screamed out, crying and sobbing afterwards. Joey wrapped his arms around him and cooed.

"Damnit, Bakura," Joey snapped angrily, his eyes narrowing in fury. "The fuck? He is always so worried to death about Yami. Yami is always, ALWAYS, on Yugi's mind! You have no right to say that to him, he's only looking out for the Pharaoh."

"But now he knows," Yami whispered. "And now you'll never except us and our relationship."

"How close are you two?" Yugi whimpered peeking out from Joey's chest.

"Eh? We're just friends … with benefits," Bakura dismissed it so easily.

"Benefits?" Joey paled.

"Yes," the former Pharaoh looked away awkwardly. He flinched when Bakura removed his arm from Yami's grasp only to wrap it around the Pharaohs thin waist. "It just kind of happened one night."

Yugi sniffed and turned around in Joeys embrace to face the pair of Yami's. "You could have told us… We wouldn't have told anyone else if you asked us to keep it secret. But we've excepted so much, why wouldn't we except your decision to have this kind of relationship?"

"It was just easier this way," Bakura said. "And several of people wouldn't except this. For instance, my Hikari, Tea, Tristan and I was so sure that the mutt would go off his rocker, but I was wrong."

Joey crinkled his nose in distaste but was stopped by Yugi before he could do anything. "If you were wrong about that, then maybe you're wrong about everyone else."

"No," Yami shook his head. "He's right about Tea and Tristan. Both will … I don't know but it wouldn't be good if they found out."

Yami sat on the couch nervously and watches as Yugi stared him down with narrowed amethyst eyes. The former Pharaoh stared back at him with his own blood red eyes, he wouldn't give up or give in to Yugi. It was a sort of game when there was something wrong between them and one had to give way.

Unfortunately, Yami gave way to his Hikari and looked down at his hands.

"I can't believe that you would keep something like this from me," Yugi said with a deathly quiet voice. "What happens between you and Bakura is between you two, but the fact that you two are together… you should have told at least me. I would have understood enough, I-… Yami, I don't know why you would think that I would be disgusted."

Yami winced and looked up at Yugi, the smaller teens eyes were brimmed with tears. "Aibou, I'm sorry. But we both agreed to keep it secret because it would course problems."

"It's coursing more problems now," Yugi said, his voice raising. "You have no faith your friends anymore!"

"Yugi! I have a chose in what I do, I have a new life and can do as I wish," Yami snapped at Yugi angrily. He stood up to challenge the small boy, looming over him. "I could go and stand in front of a train if I so wished without your consent. So if I wish to be courted by the Tomb Robber than that is my choice!"

Yugi flinched and backed down, glaring at Yami as tears spilled down his cheeks. "That may be, but did you ever conceder how I felt? I was always so worried that something was wrong, that you were in danger. But no matter how much I pleaded you just gave me a fake smile!"

"I'm sorry that you were so stressed but it was my choice," the taller began to withdraw, his face masking over with his usual poker face as he stared at Yugi without expression.

"And it's my choice to kick you out," Yugi deadpanned.

Yami frowned. "Don't you think that that's a little overboard?"

"No, you have chosen to lie under my house, under the rules that my grandfather made that I carry after and my trust for you has shattered," Yugi said calmly mirroring Yami's poker face.

The Pharaoh stood there for a moment, waiting before nodding. "I understand." With that he turned and walked upstairs. Growling as he entered his room, Yugi not following him, he grasped a duffle bag and began stuffing clothes in from his closet. Placing in a couple of other things he needed, he walked back down to find the smaller boy standing there were he'd left him.

"Aibou," he nodded, walking to the door and stopping.

"Atemu," Yugi said shaking. "Maybe, one day you can more back in."

Yami grunted and opened the door, walking out into the street without a glance back. One person was on his mind and that's where he'd head for. Kicking at a pebble on the sidewalk, he hissed loudly and glared at anything he passed. His Hikari shouldn't be like that; he should have respected Yami's wishes and privacy. That's what he thought.

"Bakura! Open your fucking door," he shouted angrily. Minutes passed as he tapped his foot without patients, before it finally opened to reveal a sleepy looking thief. As Bakura opened his mouth in question, Yami pushed passed and stormed into the tomb robber's bedroom, tossing his bag on the floor and unzipped it.

"Yami, what are you doing?" Bakura asked standing in the doorway.

"Yugi kicked me out of the house," he said, voice thick with venom. He ripped out a loose shirt and boxers, pulling off his own clothes, still not looking at Bakura.

"What? Why?" Bakura snarled. "I swear I'll kill that little midget."

"You lay a hand on him and I'll kill you!" Yami shouted rounding on Bakura. "You! You don't ever threaten my Aibou! I'm pissed off enough without this shit, so don't irk me even more."

Bakura pressed his lips together in a thin line, eyes narrowed at Yami. Turning on his heels he walked into the living room. Figuring Yami would need some time to calm down, he sat on the sofa and flipped on the TV.

It was three hours later and Bakura was sprawled out on the couch in a light sleep when Yami quietly moused into the living room. He lowered himself on the couch and curled against Bakura with a small whine. The silverette opened his eyes and sighed, pulling Yami up with him; he walked the former Pharaoh to his bed and got in after him. They curled against each other, Yami snuggling into his chest and the others arms wrapped around his waist.

It wasn't long before he pair fell into a comfortable deep sleep.