(A/N:) I had writer's block with this. o_o; But I managed to get it done.
Warnings: Sexual themes. Mild? I dunno.
It's been a little over a week since I've moved in with Bakura. It hasn't been too bad, and I've become accustomed to his…living habits. He never cleans up his messes, and he never makes his own dinner. It's almost like I'm his mother, or something. I always seem to end up cleaning up, and making the meals. I guess it's a habit, since I've always done it for myself at home while Father would be on excavations. I honestly don't mind…too much. Bakura doesn't seem to mind either, actually. In fact, when I had first made dinner, Bakura was surprised when he came home from his part-time job at the coffee shop.
Bakura steps into the apartment, hanging his jacket up on the rack. "I'm home," he calls out.
"Ah, just in time," I say.
Bakura pauses at the doorway, and sniffs the air. "…What's that smell?"
"Dinner," I smile and set the platter on the table. Bakura looks at me curiously.
"You…made dinner?"
"Yep," I say, not noticing his puzzled expression.
"What…What did you make?" Bakura walks over to the dining table and seats himself.
I sit across from him. "Just lasagna and some salad. Have some," I say graciously, as if he were the guest in this apartment.
Bakura raises his eyebrow as I serve him a slice of lasagna on his plate. He tentatively pokes at it with his fork, and I laugh quietly to myself. He makes a small glare at me before taking a bite. His eyes light up.
"This…This is actually really good," he says.
I smile. "Thank you." I help myself to some salad. It seems Bakura hasn't had a homemade meal in a long time.
With two people living in the apartment, we have run out of food quite quickly. According to Bakura's rules, since I was the last to eat (or rather, in this case, use) the food we had run out of, it was my job to go out and buy more.
I shut the door of my car with my foot, carrying several grocery bags in my hands and arms. I head to the elevator, and go up to the fourth floor.
Struggling with my key and the lock after a minute or two, I finally get the door to Bakura's apartment open. I sigh in relief and step inside. I peek my head from behind the groceries in my arms to greet Bakura, who I know is sitting on the couch. "Hey, Bakura, I'm ho—" I immediately stop, and drop the groceries out of pure shock. My eyes are as wide as dinner plates.
Bakura is in a full-blown make-out session with some guy I don't even know.
Bakura realizes I'm in the room, and pulls away from the stranger. He wipes a bit of saliva off the side of his lip. The stranger next to him does the same, and looks at me. Bakura calmly greets me, "Oh, hey Ryo."
My mouth is open, but no words leave my mouth. 'Oh, hey Ryo'? I walk in on him making out with a guy and that's all he has to say?
"Err…," is the first thing that comes out of my mouth. "B-Bakura…who's…who's this?" I smile weakly. I feel like a parent who just walked in on their daughter with her new boyfriend.
Bakura smirks, noticing how awkward I'm feeling in this situation. "Ah, you two haven't met," he says. He gestures from me to the man next to him, "Ryo, this is Akefia Touzokuo. Akefia, this is my cousin and roommate, Ryo Bakura."
The man called Akefia makes a small wave at me.
I nod at him, acknowledging him. "N-nice to meet you."
Akefia has white hair, like Bakura and me, but his hair is much shorter. He has grayish, lavender eyes; and he appears to have a well-built, tanned figure under the white button-up shirt he's wearing. He seems…foreign. He also seems a bit intimidating because of his size, and I don't know whether I should be afraid or what…
"Er…Bakura, may I speak with you for a moment?" My eyes move from Akefia to Bakura.
"Wh—Hey!" I grab him abruptly by the arm and drag him towards my room.
"Excuse us for a moment," I say to Akefia, before disappearing in the hallway to my room. I shut the door and turn to Bakura, who's cursing under his breath.
"God damn, Ryo, was that really necessary?" He rubs the arm I had grabbed.
"Who is that?" I whisper-yell at him, not wanting Akefia to hear us in the other room.
"Huh?" Bakura looks at me. "I told you, he's Akefia!" he says at a normal volume.
"Well, yes, I know, but…what is he?" I say frantically. "Is he your…you know, your…"
"Boyfriend?" Bakura smirks.
I blush a bit. "Y-yes," I cough into my hand. "Bakura, you…you never told me you have a boyfriend! Let alone tell me that you're…you're…"
"Gay," he finishes my sentence expressionlessly, and the heat in my cheeks continues to grow. "And I tried to tell you about him last week," he shrugs.
"When?" I look at him in disbelief.
"When you asked me if I had a girlfriend," Bakura says. "I was about to say I had a boyfriend but you said for me to not speak of it." He pauses, then smirks again at me. "Why, are you jealous?"
"What? No!" I blush more furiously. "That's disgusting! You're my cousin!"
Bakura chuckles darkly. "So?"
I stare at him, pure disbelief in my eyes. "…You're so gross."
Bakura chuckles again. "So, what about you, eh? Are you like me?"
I raise an eyebrow. "What…What do you mean?"
"Do you like guys too?" he smirks at my growing embarrassment. "Or are you completely straight? Swing both ways? Or are you like me in high school, exploring your—"
"You're so gross!" I open the door and head back to living room, with Bakura following behind me. The heat in my face somehow manages to die down the time I get there. "Sorry about that," I say to Akefia.
He waves it off, "It's alright."
"So, Akefia," his name clumsily falls out of my mouth, "will—will you be staying for dinner?"
"Hmm, I suppose so," he says. "Is it a bother?" He cocks his head to the side slightly.
The tension I was just feeling washes away out of nowhere. "Oh, no, not at all," I protest. "Is—is there anything you would like?"
"Oh, I'm fine with anything," he says amiably. "I'm sure whatever you make will be fine." He flashes a smile, and it suddenly disappears when Bakura whacks him in the back of the head. "Ow," Akefia mutters, rubbing the spot Bakura had hit.
"Stop flirting with my cousin," Bakura says bluntly. He takes his seat on the couch next to the tanned man.
"I wasn't trying to flirt with him," he turns to the crimson-tinged eyes glaring at him. "I'm just trying to be polite."
"Psshht," Bakura scoffs. "Since when are you polite…?" His gaze turns from his boyfriend to the television screen, which comes to life as he presses the power button on the remote.
Akefia rolls his eyes, and I give a small laugh.
"Well, I'll go start dinner…," I say. I walk away from the two to grab the groceries and bring them in the kitchen.
I'm actually a bit…surprised. I never expected Akefia to be so…kind? I can't seem to find the right word. His body language and his stature itself seem to say otherwise. I can't help as so many different questions float within my mind…I guess I'll find out at dinner, if they aren't too bothered.
"So, uh…," I say at the dinner table, poking at the rice on my plate. "How…how long have you two been, uh," I clear my throat, "s-seeing each other?"
Bakura chuckles low in his throat as he takes a bite of the chicken. I shoot a small glare at him.
"Hmm, a little over a year now, I think," Akefia muses. Bakura looks up from his food.
"…A year? Really?" Bakura's eyes blink at him. I can't believe him sometimes…
"Yes…," Akefia looks at him cautiously. "That's why I took you out for dinner three months ago…"
Bakura stares at him, as if trying to think back. "…Oh, yeah," he says. He goes back to eating his food.
I shake my head a little, smiling. Right now, I'm wondering how Bakura even managed to get himself a boyfriend in the first place…
"How did you meet?" I say, knowing that the question would probably irk Bakura and make him think I'm being nosy. I can't help but be curious, though.
"I'm pretty sure it was at some club," Akefia answers. Somehow I'm not surprised with this response.
"Too bad it closed down last month," Bakura grins a bit devilishly. I'm afraid that he might have something to do with it, but I never know with him.
"So, Ryo…" I look up, seeing that Akefia was now looking at me. "Bakura tells me you're starting school next week, as a freshman at the university; is that right?" I just then notice that his voice has the slightest accent in it.
I nod. "Yes, that's right."
"Hmm, interesting," Akefia nods. "I happen to go to the same school."
"R-really?" My eyes widen. Akefia didn't look like a college student.
He nods again. "I'm graduating next year."
Ah, he's a senior. That makes sense now. "That's great," I say.
"I suppose," he shrugs.
There's a bit of silence, the only sound being the clinking of the dinnerware and the quiet chewing of Bakura, who's stuffing his face as usual.
I'm now washing the dishes, and Akefia and Bakura are in the living room. I last left them watching television and sharing a six-pack. I pray to every god that nothing goes wrong if they get too drunk and/or they decide to actually finish the entire pack.
The rest of dinner earlier had been fairly quiet; it was unbelievably uncomfortable for whatever reason. Akefia would mumble a few words to Bakura every now and then, but I could never catch what he was saying. Bakura would mumble back to him, and I would catch what he was saying occasionally.
I hear Akefia talking to Bakura in the other room. He isn't speaking in English. Well, that answers a few questions I had.
"I don't want to," Bakura grumbles. So...Bakura understands another language other than English? That's new.
"Why not?" Akefia questions in English.
"I'm too tired, and this is my second can," Bakura replies. I hear a small noise, indicating he had put the beer can down. "I don't intend to go out and become more intoxicated, thank you." Well, here's a self-controlled Bakura I've never seen.
"Mm, fine then," Akefia seems to give up.
They're quiet, and the only sound is the TV and me washing the dishes. I wince as the plate makes a loud noise when I put it on the rack with the other dishes. I'm just about to clean the utensils, when I hear a soft moan in the other room. I freeze completely.
The moans get a little louder with each passing moment, and my eyes are wide and locked on the water running through the tap.
"Mmm...Nngh, ah, Akefia..." I blush furiously. My god, didn't Bakura have any decency to at least try staying quiet?
I'm a bit apalled and embarassed at the same time. I continue washing the dishes, trying to block out the sounds in the other room by thinking of what I needed to get done tomorrow.
Loudly I shut the tap off, and loudly I step into the room. "WELL," I say, loudly, and Akefia and Bakura pull away from their lip-lock to look at me. "I'm gonna go get ready for bed—I'm beat." I nod at Akefia. "It was nice meeting you."
"Nice meeting you too," he nods back. "Maybe we'll see each other at school, if not here again." He gives me a polite smile.
I nod at him. "Maybe," I politely smile back. "Well, good night."
"'Night," they both say, though Bakura grumbles.
I brush my teeth and put on my boxers and old t-shirt, and then head straight to bed. I wasn't lying when I said I was beat. Today had been a little too awkward and eventful for me. I feel myself drift off to sleep.
I'm jarred out of my sleep when I hear a scream. I look at the clock, and it's one in the morning. Across the hallway, all I can hear is:
"Oh, God, Akefia...! God, yes, please, Akefia...! Ahhh..."
I groan and cover my head with my pillow.
Bakura Kuroi, you have absolutely no decency and you disgust me to no end at this moment...
(A/N:) Did I mislead any of you, making you think it was going to be tendershipping? ;) Heheh. Geminishipping for now, there shall be more shippings later. Or something of that nature. I dunno. The "main" shipping will come in...hopefully one or two chapters from now. I don't want to give anything away. ;)
So yesh! Geminishipping. I've never gotten to write any of it because it's not exactly the easiest thing in the world for me to write. Especially since I've never seen the last season of Yugioh, let alone the whole series. *sweatdrop* I still have an idea of who TKB is though, and Geminishipping happens to be one of my top OTPs right now. COOL BEANS.
Ehh...I have nothing else to say. Review? Maybe? 8'D