Oops. Sorry guys! I went on another trip and didn't take this story with me… so I couldn't update. Yes, yes, I know: SHAME! I really do love you guys. Really.

My mother gave me all these sun dresses from her young teenage days that don't fit her anymore. They're all floral patterned and frilly. I told her I hated them and I would never wear them. And now that she's not here… I'm wearing one.

Did you know that this chapter is the third to last chapter. No, I'm kidding. It's actually the second to last. Mwahaha.

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Chyaputa 17: Metaphors

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The garbage plant didn't actually make garbage. No, the garbage building didn't even get rid of the garbage, like in recycling plants when plastic bottles become t-shirts and carpets or padding for children's play grounds. No, garbage plants divided up the trash into different piles and then left the crap there to rot and stink for the entirety of eternity.

Bakura had learned all this when he had become supreme manager of all these garbage plants. He had also learned that working conditions for jobs, in general, besides his, sucked, and that people smelled, and that garbage smelled, fucking smelled, and workers hate it when you ask them to go through piles and piles of said smelly garbage to look for something as small as a coin. People got very angry and cursed at their bosses with shaking fists.

The guitarist had to admit, his plan wasn't working too well.

He sat up there in his newly established office of trash, for he was now King of Trash. That was his official title; he had made it himself. He could do that, with all the trash he owned.

"Fuck," Bakura said to himself in his office.

He should have a crown of something. And a banner. A banner that said, "This is the Stupidest Idea Ever. Trying to Get a Boy by Buying Him Trash." Lots of trash.

Atemu had laughed at him. Mariku had laughed at him, obviously. Even Malik had laughed at him, and that guy didn't laugh at much. The world was laughing at him.

"Fuck," Bakura repeated louder.

This sucked. He had half a hundred garbage people out, searching fruitlessly through garbage. Garbage! He was going to get them sick and then their families would sue him. This would never work. This was ridiculous. This was insane.

"Fuck!" Bakura cried at the ceiling.

"You could say that again."

Bakura spun around and saw Atemu standing smugly in his doorway.

"Fuck, garbage!" Bakura growled.

Mariku stuck his head out from behind Atemu, his face glowing with wickedness. "Yes, because you could definitely use some more of that. Fuck, I mean. Not garbage. You have plenty of that."

Bakura was sick of this. "Fuck you."

Mariku smirked and his face clouded over with bliss "Yes, I have that already."

Malik poked in his head severely through. "Why do you always have to announce this stuff to everyone? It was once."

"One gloriful night," Mariku savored, "But it was definitely more than once, if you remember…"

"Malik," Bakura seethed with smoldering fury. "Get your boytoy out of here before I throw him in my trash compactor."

Malik pondered this. "That doesn't sound like a bad idea actually…"

"Don't be jealous, baku-baku," Mariku crowed sweetly. "We brought your own fuck toy with us."

"You bought me another prostitute?" Bakura questioned dully.

"Another?"

Malik nor Mariku nor Atemu had said that, nor anyone else in the universe except the only one who could make Bakura's cycle of humiliation complete.

Atemu and Malik pulled Ryou out through the crowd and set him in Bakura's King of Trash office.

Bakura felt very, very uncomfortable now. Cause Ryou was standing in front of him and Bakura was not only a greedy person but also a vain person, and he realized, as Ryou stood there in front of him, that he had not washed, brushed, or restrained his hair for a very long time.

"Well, have a fun time you two," Atemu called and he exited with a coy smile.

"Yes, and remember, we can see everything you do in here through the security cameras," Mariku sung as Malik dragged him out of the office and finally shut the door.

Now Bakura was very, very uncomfortable and he didn't like being uncomfortable.

Ryou rubbed the side of his sneaker on the concrete floor. "So… you have prostitutes?"

Bakura let that comment go. It wasn't important. His hair however… "Why are you here?" he demanded.

Ryou looked disappointed that Bakura didn't accept his conversation point but he shrugged and moved on. "You bought every garbage company in Domino for me. I thought it was the least I could do."

"Really?" Bakura growled. "And what made you think I bought them for you?"

Ryou shrugged. "Just assumed."

"Well, I didn't." Bakura snapped. And he turned and gestured widely around his office. "This is my dream job you know, taking care of people's trash! I fucking love it!"

Ryou was staring at the stained floor. "Ok."

Bakura turned his back on the object of his affections. He hated being incompetent and making up these really stupid lies; the world, himself, and Ryou were all pissing him off.

"What will your band members do?" Ryou asked meekly, "When they find out you've given up show business to go into garbage?"

Bakura paused. Why did he have to respond? Did Ryou deserve a response? No. Ryou didn't deserve anything. Not for blowing Bakura off repeatedly. God, was it so bad that Bakura had wanted to see him? Day after day, every second of every hour… was that so outrageous?

"They'll have to suck it up," Bakura answered sternly.

There was a shift; Bakura could hear Ryou's sneaker on the floor again. Maybe he was going to come up behind Bakura and put his hands… Bakura shook himself.

"Well…" Ryou began. "I suppose if you're really taking this path, I have no choice but to accept it."

Bakura turned and was horrified to find Ryou actually walking out of the room. Did he really believe that Bakura wanted to become King of Trash, cause he didn't and Ryou was supposed to know that! But there he was, already walking out the door…

"Not nice is it?" Bakura demanded harshly.

Ryou looked over his shoulder. "What is?"

"Being rejected by someone who's obviously…" Likes? Obsessed? Infatuated? Obsessed fit the best, "…fixated on you," Bakura growled. "It hurts, doesn't it?"

Ryou sighed and turned back to face Bakura. The pale, average teenager's face relaxed and that made Bakura's abdomen tighten, again uncomfortably.

"You're not very subtle, Bakura," Ryou said simply.

Bakura shrugged grudgingly. "So what?" Cause that was the only thing he could think to say.

Then Ryou put a hand up over his face and Bakura thought the guy was going to cry or something but a few seconds passed and then Bakura realized.

The pale teenager was laughing.

A second after Bakura grasped this, Ryou removed the hand and laughed, his mouth open notably wide, which was odd because Bakura had never really seen Ryou like that before.

Bakura snapped. "What? What the hell is so fucking, goddamn funny?"

"Sorry," Ryou apologized with a big grin on his pale face. "I haven't really-" Ryou gasped, "I haven't laughed this hard…. ever, really."

"Well, great for you," Bakura grumbled. "I'm glad you're enjoying this."

Ryou grinned. "Bakura… you bought every single garbage company in Domino."

"Yeah, I know," Bakura grumbled. "So?"

"So that's… absurd," Ryou chuckled.

"I know! I know its fucking idiotic!" Bakura cried furiously. "I bought you garbage and your fucking mother's necklace is somewhere in it, ok?"

Ryou was shaking his head over and over again and, much to Bakura's surprise, the pale teenager whose fluffy white hair went passed his slim shoulders approached the rock star. Bakura almost backed up out of shock. Ryou was quite close now, perhaps a foot away and Bakura was very alarmed how fast the safe gape between them had closed.

"Bakura, you threw away her necklace, you didn't murder her," Ryou reasoned with him. "You feel guilty about it so you used your money to buy it back. And now you have it."

"Now I have to find it," Bakura reminded his crazed crush.

Ryou shrugged. "That's not really important."

Bakura started "Not really important? This coming from the guy who chased after me for three months to get the damn thing! Now you're just giving up!"

"Bakura," Ryou said calmly. "You are so stupid. It's not about the necklace anymore, it hasn't been for a long time."

Bakura stared, trying in vain to comprehend this fact. "Then…" His gut felt sickened, all this garbage was for nothing! All this crap he had pulled! "What do you freaking want? What am I…" Bakura felt ill and he moved to turn and walk away because Ryou was impossible and Bakura couldn't stand it anymore when Ryou stopped him.

Ryou was smiling. Bakura's head got hot and Ryou smiled. His smile warmed Bakura too well. Way too well.

"You're wearing that cross," Ryou observed and pointed to Bakura's chest where the fake necklace rested around the rock star's neck.

"Didn't want to lose it," Bakura said. "It's really yours…"

"No, you keep it," Ryou requested and touched the surface of the pendent playfully. "It looks good on you."

"You have to take it. People already think I've gone religious," Bakura ordered.

Ryou shrugged. "So? We know it doesn't mean that."

"Then I have to get you something else," Bakura bargained. "Tell me what you want and I'll get it, no matter what it is."

"I don't really want anything," Ryou said and he was holding Bakura's arm.

Bakura rolled his eyes. "Fine. I give up. What do you want me to do then?"

Ryou shrugged. "I don't know. Nothing I guess."

Bakura was getting angry and frustrated, especially because Ryou was still holding onto his arm and now his pale smooth fingers were tracing the length of the rock star's arm and now both their fingers were touching and curling around each other. Bakura felt very uncomfortable indeed. And frustrated. Mostly frustrated.

"Well…" Ryou mumbled and Bakura noticed that he had taken yet another step forward. "…I supposed I do want you to do something…" His brown eyes were at the level of Bakura's chin.

"Right…" Bakura grunted. He was too busy looking at their intertwining hands…

"I was being stupid," Ryou admitted and now Bakura had no idea what the teenager was talking about. "Or maybe this is stupid and I'll look back on this some day and scold myself for not thinking better. Either way, I suppose this is it."

"So… we get to make out now?" Bakura asked hopefully.

Ryou rolled his eyes. "Yeah."

Bakura let go of Ryou's hand and grabbed the guy's skull with both hands and without much courtesy, cause he fucking deserved this, Bakura forced Ryou's month onto his.

It wasn't the best kiss Bakura had ever completed because it was rather rushed and sloppy and he was too excited to make it nice and tantalizing, but the two of them had time to work on that. Ryou was at least nice and cooperative when it came to kissing, no matter how difficult he was in real life. When Bakura's teeth scraped over Ryou's soft little tongue, the rock star's hands moved down from Ryou's head and placed themselves comfortably on Ryou's hips.

Then Ryou began to string his hand up through Bakura's hair.

Bakura made a noise. He removed his mouth from Ryou's to tug the pale teenager's hand out of the mess.

"What?" Ryou asked and as he spoke Bakura noticed how pink the pale teenager's mouth was and that got the rock star excited again.

"My hair is gross, don't touch it," Bakura ordered and then descended on Ryou's pink mouth again. He saw Ryou roll his eyes before closing his own.

A few more seconds and Bakura was back in his 'sexy' mood. His hands slid up under the edge of Ryou's shirt.

But it was Ryou who pulled away this time and looked the guitarist in the eye. "You do know we're in a garbage building, right?"

Bakura smirked. "So…" He slid his hand up a few more inches. The skin there was soft and unblemished. Bakura's own flesh quivered at the prospect of having more to touch…

Ryou jerked the hand away. "You won't let me touch your hair but you're ok with doing stuff in a garbage plant?"

"Depends on what 'stuff' that entails," Bakura answered slyly, creeping forward again.

Ryou sighed lightly. "You are tactless." And he moved away.

"What?" Bakura demanded, "What have I done now?"

"Nothing," Ryou assured him truthfully and took Bakura's hand in his once again. "But I don't really want Mariku to see anything else."

Bakura grudgingly accepted this. "That has a point."

And the two of them walked out of the office to find two sets of friends, both famous and ordinary, applauding the pair of them fervently. Bakura scowled but held fast to Ryou's hand.

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Aren't the two of them just sweet? I love those guys. Ryou's stopped being stupid and Bakura… well, still kinda an ass but he's supposed to be.

Heehee, Bakura's hair. Heehee… (is still laughing)

Mariku and Malik are so funny. I love those guys.

But wait!! Yugi's and Atemu's "situation" has yet to be resolved! What will happen?!

NEXT CHAPTER!!!! (or as some might say the second to last chapter. But its actually the last chapter) Everything is happy. Everybody is happy. Honda moves in with Otogi and they are happy happy and have 4 children (JK because between the two males they have plenty of sperm but no uterus!!! Who would have guessed?) Jounouchi and Kaiba, who's actually been in the story all the time you just haven't been reading carefully enough, have lots and lots of sex. YAY! And as for Yugi and him agonizing over Atemu's love pronouncement… (gets smacked in the head with a pencil) I guess I'll actually leave some for the last chapter.

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