Ch.3
Yami sat at the table, a smirk on his face as he listened to Yuugi and Ryou talking. He knew Bakura would get him back for this, and he grinned wider. I'd love to see him try.
Bakura stepped from the steamy shower, still confused by how loud his alarm had been. He shook his tangled mane of hair out vigorously.
He did not remember that Yami was there, or he would not have done what he did next. He did what was routine, leaving the bathroom naked and in search of food.
Ryou and Yuugi were facing him when he walked in, their eyes widening in shock. It was when he noticed the third person at the table that he remembered, and he paled visibly. Yami was apparently speaking to them, because his deep voice was slipping into Bakura's senses. But he seemed to notice that the couple with which he was speaking had their attention elsewhere.
Slowly, Yami revolved, taking in a bittersweet mouthful of coffee as he twirled in his seat. Only, when he saw what had caught Yuugi and Ryou's attention, his mouthful became a noseful. This caused him to cough and splutter.
Four things happened right there. One, Yuugi and Ryou burst into laughter. Two, Bakura slipped in his own puddle of water as he tried to take a step back. Three, Yami's chair was pitched forward, unseating him, as Bakura's legs collided with its own. And four, Yami was pitched forward even further as Bakura kicked and yelped. In that moment, the real kicker happened. The two boys' lips met in a brief, accidental collision.
All movement ceased. Bakura stared into rose-red eyes as they mirrored his own fearful gaze.
Slowly, Yami was jerked back to reality. Then, without a word, he pulled himself to his feet. His bangs now covered his crimson eyes, and, without so much as a glance at Bakura, he picked up his chair and sat back down.
Later, Bakura lead Yami to the school in silence. The tension was finally too much for Bakura, who snapped, "Will you get over it already?"
He blanched as Yami finally looked up at him. The other boy's eyes were filled with a passionate rage. Yami was pissed, "Fuck you."
Bakura glared back, "No thanks, but I think you should stop mourning over Karma's PMS moods." He was trying to make the other laugh, to see the other's mirthful face, light with joy.
It did not work, but Yami did finally seem calmer, and he raised one slender eyebrow, "Karma? I thought you and Ryou are British…"
Bakura had to laugh. He chuckled at first, and then he lost it, harshly barking out laughs.
They did not speak the rest of the way, but the silence that ensued was more comfortable.
Bakura left Yami at the office, and then he trotted to Mrs. Tamarac's class, whistling a tune all the way. He walked in at 7:55 a.m. This, surprisingly, was right on time. He trotted over to Malik and Marik, who clapped him gruffly on the back and laughed. And, as Mrs. Tamarac announced that, since exams were soon, the whole week of school would be study periods, except in the gym classes, which would be recreational sports, like dodge-ball, everyone cheered.
Yami was stuck for an hour and a half, filling in paper work and talking about Egypt to all of the staff who happened to ask. Finally, when the bell rang, he was released to go to Gym.
Unfortunately, Bakura was heading to that same class. Marik and Malik were following, hugging and cuddling as they walked. This was an interesting thing to Bakura, who wondered how they could walk and make out at the same time.
When the three walked in, they were the first ones. Except coach and a certain, spiky haired individual that Bakura recognized almost immediately. Yami looked bored, and coach Riau looked irate, but that was normal.
Bakura and the other two snuck past the pair who were getting "acquainted" and into the locker room, where Marik and Malik cornered Bakura.
"That kid looks like Yuugi!" Malik exclaimed, looking into Bakura's eyes with suspicion. Bakura gulped, "Uh, well…You see, Yuugi is his cousin. And, he… Lives with us now." Bakura felt heat prick his cheekbones and he gulped again, he was blushing. For what?
Marik cackled, "Aw, is Bakura blushing?" Malik giggled, "Ohhhh, he likes someone."
Bakura punched them both on the shoulder playfully, "It's not that. He and I had an… Incident this morning." And so he told them about the "kiss" accident.
At the end of the story, Malik and Marik were in tears, their twin sets of lavender eyes blinking rapidly as they let out almost identical cackles of delight.
"Ha… Bakura, don't you get it?" Malik had recovered, and Marik chimed in, "Amun Re is trying to tell you something!" Then, together, "He wants you and Yami to become partners!!!"
Bakura opened his mouth to say something vile, something nasty, and something that would shut them up. It never came. Instead, "I want it too…" Malik and Marik were in hysterics again.
That was when Yami walked in. Bakura looked over at the spiky haired bastard, who in turn was looking at the two other Egyptian boys holding each other up and laughing maniacally. Finally, the lovers stopped cracking up.
Yami looked at Bakura, who nodded to acknowledge him and then turned to Marik and Malik, "Shut up." Hi hissed, nervous.
After that, the locker room began to fill up, guy upon guy walking in and stripping down. Bakura snuck a glance at Yami, who was standing there, chest bared. Bakura gaped at what he saw. The toned muscles rippled as Yami moved. His chest was perfectly tanned, matching the rest of his skin. But what caught Bakura's attention were the scars. They were everywhere, even on his back as he turned.
They were silver-white, like Bakura's hair, and glinted in the dim light of the room. They were long and jagged, like his skin had been cleaved from bone in those areas. And it probably had been.
Bakura looked up to Yami's face, and felt the air leave him, Yami was looking back, his eyes dark with anger again. With a sharp intake of breath, Bakura sneered and turned away, but his heart was pounding with fear.
Bakura, Malik, and Marik all smirked as they were put on the same team for dodge-ball. Especially since they were on Seto Kaiba's team, which was notorious for winning. Yami was picked for the other team, the one that always lost due to Jonouchi Katsuya.
Bakura and the others lined up, as did the other team. Coach counted to three, and it was on. Bakura winced at the sounds of foam balls hitting flesh. Had the balls been iron, several people would be dead.
Before Bakura could blink, thirteen of his teams players, and fifteen of the other team's were eliminated. He narrowed his rust-colored eyes; it was too even to be normal.
Bakura scanned Jonouchi's team, hunting for the cause of the unnatural turnout. And that was when he spotted Yami, who was killing the competition for Jonouchi's team with quick cobra-strike throws. He was slaughtering Kaiba's team.
Bakura yelped as Yami looked at Kaiba, then threw the ball in Bakura's direction. He tried to dodge, but it hit Bakura directly in the face. Bakura glared at Yami, who never paused, then slunk to join the fallen Marik and Malik.
Yami was still slaughtering them. But the thing that started the day's worst problem was the next person he hit. The school bully, Ushio, gave a roar of rage and advanced on Yami, intent on beating him severely.