Warning: swearing, OOC Bakura, total idiocy and other offensive things.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Thankyou.
Chapter two, Apologies
Bakura is waiting for his hikari down in the mediocre kitchen. He wants nothing more than to say sorry, to beg for forgiveness, but it was so unlike him to do so, he would not know what to say. Sighing, he checks the time, 7:48 in the morning. He wonders what his hikari is doing, for he will surely be late for school now. Bakura, Yami and Marik do not need to go to school, for the simple reason that to the law, they never existed. He decides to make his light some tea. He gets out the youth's favorite mug, a green one with a photograph of himself and Ryou printed onto it. He smiles fondly at the picture.
They were both exploring London when Ryou randomly pulled out his camera and asked someone to take a picture of them both standing in front of the houses of parliament. Ryou seemed very interested in the city, but to Bakura it was nothing more than a bunch of old buildings, mixed in with new ones. Though he did enjoy pushing Ryou into the Thames and jumping in himself for a swim. His light had been furious that day, yelling at him all the way back to the hotel on the train. Dragging himself out of the memory, he makes his other half some earl gray tea, Ryou's favorite, and he is about to carry it upstairs when he hears his hikari's soft footsteps cross the landing.
Ryou slumps down the stairs, yawning deeply. Bakura fails to notice the blush appearing on his hikari's cheeks. Bakura hands him the drink and Ryou takes it cautiously. His yami never made him tea before, and once, when his dark cooked him some food, Ryou fell asleep at the table because of the seeping pills Bakura mixed in. Well, going back to sleep wouldn't be so bad, he thinks, taking a sip of the tea. "What about school? Do you even know what time it is?" Bakura asks, leaning on the counter to survey the shorter albino. He is standing sluggishly; the loose pajamas he'd just put on hang limply around his slim frame, his eyes half closed. "I don't feel like going to school today," he says, averting his gaze from Bakura's own.
"Why not?" The elder of the two asked. Ryou was always at school, why would he want to miss one day and ruin his full attendance record?
"Urm… Well… I…" Ryou bit his lip, unsure of whether to tell Bakura the truth. Lying would be pretty useless, because among his Yami's many talents, detecting lies was one of them. "I was walking home yesterday and I came across the guys," he was referring to the Yugi-Tachi, consisting of Yami, Yugi, Joey, Tristan, Tea, Serenity, Mai, Ryou and Bakura (I think it may be wrong though!!), "And I decided to tell them how I earned the extra money for the house. They all took it relatively well, as well as a friend should feel after finding out that their friend had taken up prostitution. Well, everyone exept Tea. She took it badly, well REALLY badly. She started calling me all sorts of names and then proceeding so far as to actually slap me. When I tried to reason with her she just stalked off into the night, ignoring me completely. The other guys followed her; worried that she might get raped, and completely forgot about me and the state I was in. That was why I was crying." He finishes quietly, his voice barely a whisper. Bakura is speechless.
Tea had seemed like a nice, loyal friend. Now, in Bakura's eyes, she was even worse than him, but of course no one else would have thought it. After a few moments of him moving his mouth but nothing coming out, he managed to hiss, "Those bastards. I'll kill them all!" he begins to stride over to the door, completely forgetting that he is only dressed in a pair of silk boxers, the reason for Ryou's blush that is still on his face. "It's fine Kura, they were just looking out for Tea. And Tea just reacted a bit erratically. Don't worry about it." Ryou places a hand softly on his yami's toned chest, effectively halting him.
Bakura sighs, "You must stop being so soft Ryou, and it's going to be your downfall." Ryou chuckles quietly, draining the rest of his tea. He walks over to the sink, washing his mug under the tap. Bakura is silent. After Ryou has dried the cup and replaced it back into the cupboard he sighs and stretches. He is about to walk out of the kitchen but Bakura manages to mumble, "Ryou…?"
"Yeah?"
"Well… erm… about yesterday…I' m… I mean I didn't…. I didn't mean to… oh… shit…" The ex-tomb robber stumbles over the words, unsure of what to say.
He takes a deep breath to calm himself down. He turns away from Ryou's puzzled gaze and clenches his fists in frustration for not being able to apologize properly. "It's alright Kura, you don't have to say anything." Ryou says, taking a small step towards his dark. "No. It's not okay. What I did to you was wrong. I should never have asked and I certainly shouldn't have hit you. I swear I will never touch you again." He sighs deeply and turns around, staring into his light's eyes. "And for that I am truly sorry. Can you ever forgive me?" He exhales deeply, he finally said it.
Ryou just stands there, unable to speak. Although he had a feeling his Yami might apologize, but it still shocked him to hear his dark say it. Bakura drops his gaze to the floor, fearful of not being pardoned. "Yes." Ryou's lips finally manage to form a single word. Bakura glances up from the floor to see the shorter albino smiling shyly. His heart jumps at the sight. His hand twitches slightly beside him; he wants to touch those pink slivers of flesh, to taste them. He manages to resist the urge to kiss his hikari then and there but his resolve is fading.
He coughs and excuses himself, hiding the blush dusting his pale pace with his white bangs. "Oh and Kura," Ryou says. Bakura doesn't turn around, for fear of what he may do if he sees his hikari's face again. "I'm sorry for not telling you sooner about my other 'job.' Can you forgive me?"
"Oh, um, yeah" Bakura says hurriedly, rushing up to his room to slap himself for having such feelings for his hikari.
Bakura entertains himself with a few horror movies in his room. He dreads the moment when he will have to face his light again; he expects the urges will become too strong. Of course he loves Ryou; every yami loves their hikari, but they loved them because they formed a bond, like family. Which was what Bakura suspected, that his hikari loved him as a sort of demented brother, if he loved him at all. The ring spirit didn't want to be loved like one loves a relative, only loving them because they have to; he wanted the love you chose to give. Sighing, he gave in. All he wanted was Ryou to love him. Any love was love right, even if it's not the right shape? (Xx I said "love/loves/loved" 12 times in that paragraph… I apologize now for my lack of more inventive words)
Bakura turns off the television, stretching. Running his fingers down his jagged hair he jogs downstairs, calling out his hikari's name. "I'm watching tv Kura, wanna watch?" Ryou replies, slouching into the sofa. "I'm fine thanks," Bakura says, his eyes firmly glued onto the fridge. The archway leading into the living room displayed Ryou sitting on the couch perfectly, and Bakura almost died trying not to look at his hikari now. He had caught the briefest glimpse of Ryou splayed across the couch in only his silk boxers. Opening the fridge door Bakura frowns, "Where's the milk?" he calls to his light.
"Ran out," his other half replies lazily.
"Go get some" Bakura demands.
"In nothing but my dainty, almost see-though boxers, I think not my dear Kura," Ryou chuckles.
Inside the bakura's twisted mind all he could hear was himself shouting, "Please go out in nothing but your dainty, almost see-through boxers, I beg of you! Then I would be allowed to ravish you with good reason, oh please do Ryou!" Instead, he manages to grumble, "So I have to go and get it myself?"
"Yes Bakura, you do" Ryou sighs in the other room, his voice barely audible over the loud program on the television. Grumbling loudly, the ex-tomb robber storms out of the house and up to the shop.
After about ten minutes of walking he comes to the small off license, and, lo-and-behold, the bloody thing is closed. Bakura stamps a foot in frustration. He looks at the door to find a small notice: "Closed down for refurbishment, sorry for the inconvenience." he reads. Nostrils flaring, he says through gritted teeth, "You will be bloody sorry for the inconvenience, you milk-depraving bast-"
"Aww, has poor widdle Kura-wura not got any milk-wilky?" Bakura's eyes widen in shock. That voice. That same voice that he hears almost every day of his modern life. That same voice, who's owner (and his light) has been best friends with Ryou ever since he came out of that stupid bloody sennen puzzle. "Yami," he says, biting his lip. "Where's Ryou? I think I might-" Yami never gets to finish his sentence, because Bakura's fist has swung by to greet his face. Letting the shorter boy fall to the floor unconscious, Bakura yells, "That's for fucking my hikari before me!" This causes many passers by to glance nervously in his direction, but he ignores them all. He then kicks the fallen teen viciously in the stomach, "That's for being so damn annoying" he delivers another kick for good measure, before pausing to think of a reason to have kicked him for the third time. "And that's for having a midget for a Hikari!" Smiling to himself, the Egyptian strides down the street on air.
That is, before he comes to yet another closed shop. Breathing slowly and deeply, he counts to ten. This was the only way he can resist blowing anything up. Turning on his heel Bakura walks up to a teenager a bit younger than himself. "Where's the nearest shop that's actually open?" he asks.
"Urrr… well mate, you'll be wanting that shop down on the high-street," the shorter of the two smirks.
"The high street?! Do you even realize how far away that is?!"
"Sorry mate, gotta run," the stranger says, jogging off. Muttering all sorts of profanities, the ring spirit makes his way to the third shop.
Hands twitching violently he reads the sign on the shop window. "Closing down sale Sunday November 5th till Sunday November 12th. Will be shutting down on final day of sale. Sorry for the inconvenience caused." "Oh yeah? Well inconvenience this," Bakura says furiously, punching a fist through the pane of glass. With satisfaction he hears a few people scream as the glass breaks and spills over the pavement. "Is there no shop in the world that is open today?! For the love of Ra!" he screams, still facing the broken window. In the distance he hears someone squeal, "Kura-kins!" Without a seconds notice a pair of arms wrap themselves around his chest and knock him over. Seeing the flurry of blond locks before his eyes and the annoying squealing voice, he growls, "Malik, you bastard, get the hell off of me this instant."
The two Yamis are in a very uncomfortable position: Marik is lying on top of Bakura, and Bakura has his face on the pavement. "Awww, you're no fun kura-kins! What's given you the hump?" The one on top pouts, but it is not seen by the white haired teen below. "It seems your giving me quite the hump, Marik." He says through gritted teeth. The other laughs heartily. "Oh Kura-kins, you're so funny! I never thought you could joke!"
"Marik, I've told you a million times now, never call me Kura-kins,"
"But you seemed to like it when we were dating!"
"It was not dating, you idiot, it was casual sex!" The taller shouts, rolling the other yami off of himself and standing up. (Sorry that Marik is so OOC but I think he's just constantly high O.o)
"You still asked me to call it out when you were fucking me!" Marik smirks. Silence. More silence. Then the blond Egyptian says, "Shame about Ryou. Such a sweet kid-" Before the sentence is finished Bakura grabs Marik by the neck and slams him into the wall. "Never, never talk about Ryou, ever again, or that Ra-forsaken pharaoh." Bakura says angrily.
"Oh, oh this is precious! Bakura, The King of Thieves, is jealous of Yami, The Midget from Hell! Is it because he had the guts to ask Ryou for a shag before you did?"
"Do you still want to keep that pretty face, Marik?" Bakura growls, tightening his grip on the tomb keeper's throat. The other says nothing, so he lets Marik drop to the floor. Bakura begins to walk off but Marik calls, "Hey, Kura-kins, do you know where yami is? I was meant to meet up with him."
Not turning round the other answers smugly, "He's probably lying on the ground where I left him."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
The other doesn't reply, but instead raises a hand and waves, continuing walking. After about ten more minutes he finally comes to a shop that sells milk. As he is waiting in the queue, he checks his watch; he's been looking for milk for the best part of forty minutes. Forty bloody minutes! He gets to the till and hands over the money, pocketing the change.