I think I was supposed to update this yesterday...
oops
And now we check up on how Baku and RyRy are doing!
(Fun fact about last chapter: If you're not a Hetalia fan and/or didn't know this, FrUK is basically a replacement for the F-word, or the Hetalia equivalent of "frig". Just because someone says it doesn't mean they ship it (FrUK is France X England). If you remember from ICaBBe(oBW), Marik ships USUK, EngGypt, GerIta, and SpaMano. Not FrUK.)
I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, YGOTAS, Hetalia, the fanfiction site, Bakura's hair (I wish!), the British language, Slenderman (the game or the abridged version), or any of the character/trademarks in those.
R&R
ENJOY~!
After five minutes, there was a knock on Bakura's bedroom door.
"If it's Marik, come in. If it's Melvin, fuck off."
The door opened. Marik walked in. "Hey," he greeted.
"Hey," Bakura greeted back. He was lying on his bed, next to Ryou on the side away from the door, with his arm around the little hikari. It was so adorable of a sight, I almost mistook it for tendershipping. And I wrote it!
Ryou was unconscious. His face looked pained and troubled. "What's going on with him?" Marik asked.
"I told you before, or at least I tried to. He's in—"
"Your soul room. Yeah I know. I heard. I was just not responding because I had an epic staring contest to win."
"Sure. That's wonderful. Close the door behind you?"
Marik did so and walked closer to Bakura's bed. "How much longer?" he asked.
"I have no idea." Bakura removed his arm from around Ryou and waved Marik over. He stood up and walked around his bed to the other side. He sat down on the floor, leaning against his bed and patted the spot next to him.
Marik nodded and walked over to him. He took a seat on the floor next to Bakura and instantly wrapped his arms around the British yami's waist.
After a moment's hesitation, Bakura did the same to Marik.
A minute passed, no one moving.
Then out of nowhere, Bakura pushed Marik to the floor and leaned on top of him.
"HEY!" Marik cried. "What the frig!"
"First thiefshipping kiss of the fanfic," Bakura said with a sly smile, just before kissing Marik on the lips.
Naturally, Marik let it happen.
A few seconds later, Marik felt Bakura's tongue gently running along his bottom lip.
When Marik's felt that, he pushed Bakura's face away from his. "Hey! Not while Ryou is here!"
"But he isn't really here," Bakura reminded him. "He's in my soul room."
"Still. We wouldn't want a repeat of chapter 3, would we?"
"Chapter three of..."
"The prequel to this one."
"Oh. That chapter three. Yes, we probably wouldn't. But you know... That would be a perfect idea for next week. We can tie him up and force him to watch us make out. That'll definitely traumatize him a little."
"Ugh!" said a voice that wasn't Marik's or Bakura's.
They looked up and saw Ryou sitting up, cringing and covering his eyes.
"What the frig?" Marik asked. Bakura rolled off of him and both of them sat up. "It has not been half an hour already!"
"Marik, it's SRT, not regular time," Bakura told Marik. "Since he's out, I'm guessing that half an hour has passed in there." He looked at Ryou. "Isn't that right, former host?"
Ryou didn't uncover his eyes, and he nodded slowly. "Anabell was being a total tart-faced tosser to me..."
"Who the frig is Anabell?" Marik asked.
Bakura shrugged. "I have no clue." He stood up. "He gave a nickname to one of them, I'd wager. Which makes no sense to me."
"Bugger off, Bakura," Ryou mumbled.
"Melvin is in my room," Marik said, also standing up.
In less than five seconds, Ryou was out the room and had closed the door behind him.
YAY!
BTW, next chapter will still be Mari and Baku. We're not going to see what Ry and Mel are doing just yet...
AND THAT MEANS MOAR THIEFSHIPPING!
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See you next chapter!
BYEEEEEEEEEEEE~!