Next chapter! XD I'm sure all you Puzzleshippers are ready to bash me upside the head, but hey, what can I say...this is a Psychoshipping fan fiction, first and foremost. But I guess it's due time to get back into the other characters.
So. We'll return to the Yami and Yugi subplot, shall we?
Disclaimer: If I owned Yugioh, Tea would be a lot cooler of a character
As expected, the second he stepped outside he was bombarded with greetings.
"Master Bakura, you're okay!" Ryou squealed as he scrambled to his feet, having been sitting on the ground gazing at the front door ever since the entity had disappeared inside the house. His movement jarred Malik out of his sleep - the other star had been leaning against the paler in a light doze, so when his friend leapt to his feet the blond tumbled to the ground with a dazed grunt.
Of course he quickly recovered, and sprang to his own feet with a small gasp. "Master Bakura!"
"About fucking time! Could you two be any slower!?" The less then pleasant greeting came from, as expected, a very pissy dusk who was standing with his arms crossed in an all to familiar 'I'm going to kick you're ass' pose that seemed specially reserved for the moon and sun.
Not as expected, however, none of the three made any move to actually approach him. Raising an eyebrow at this realization Bakura sized the three up curiously, wondering exactly why he hadn't been tackled or sucker punched yet. Strange....Then a light went off in the back of his head as he suddenly remembered something Marik had said before. 'Five feet, star'.
Oh! Amused now the albino rolled his eyes before glancing at the aforementioned blond, who was standing behind him with a warning sort of scowl on his face. "Hey, Marik, mind giving my good friends permission to properly greet me? I assure you, those two mean no harm. Yami...not so sure about."
There was a wary sort of gleam in purple eyes, but after a moment the sun gave a grudging sort of nod; Bakura barely had time to brace himself before both star's lunged at him, crashing into him at the same time and sending all three of them to the ground - Marik barely stepped out of the way in time.
"Ow! Okay, yes, hi! Pain, to much hugging! Air circulation not working!" The moon protested jokingly even as he sank into the unnaturally soft rock beneath him, not making any actual attempt to dislodge the two currently clinging to him.
"You don't need to breath." Came the muffled response from Malik; a moment of contemplation, and the entity stuck his tongue out at the other, earning a giggle from both.
After a moment the albino picked up on the faint vibrations rumbling through the earth below him and turned his vision skyward, seeking out and finding narrowed purple and slightly bared ivory. Obviously, it was taking all of a certain someone's self control not to tear the two star's off him.
Mmm...over protective sun; going straight on his 'hot as hell' list. Literally - the jealousy was running off Marik in actual heat waves. Okay. Over protective sun was attractive, yes, but probably not good to anything flammable.
"Hey, little star's, I think you should probably detach yourselves before the sun's head bursts into flames." The pale skinned entity commented thoughtfully; Malik and Ryou looked at him, at the growling sun, at each other, then jerked away from him at almost exactly the same time.
Almost instantly the moon was hoisted off the ground and into a possessive embrace, now close enough to hear the displeased growls rumbling through the tanned chest his back was now pressed against once again.
At this point Bakura wasn't sure if he found the other's sudden protectiveness endearing or smothering. Finally he decided he didn't really care because it felt good, so everything else stopped mattering. Well, almost...except for that one thing. That was really, really starting to bug him. "Hey Yami...where's Yugi?"
Instantly everything went silent. Three other sets of eyes - minus his own - swivelled to land on the sudden stiff form of the dusk, who was wearing the perfect impression of a deer caught in headlights.
"We haven't seen Master Yugi for almost two weeks now." At Ryou's confession Bakura blinked, forehead furrowing slightly. What? Them above, couldn't he be gone for three weeks without everything flipping upside down on him!? Marik suddenly became all uber-affectionate, Yami no longer needed Yugi's constant supervision, and Yugi was being anti-social!?
All they needed now was for the Mist and Northern Lights to start shoving their tongues down each others throats!...and now he tasted bile in the back of his throat. Lovely. That image was now successfully burned into the back of his mind - and it stung.
Focus back on topic, before people start noticing his growing grimace! "Oh really?" Eyeing the now - nervous? - dusk Bakura frowned, puzzling this over in his mind; he could only come to one conclusion. "Alright, what the fuck did you do?"
Red eyes widened considerably at the accusation, and instantly Yami leapt onto the defensive. "What did I do!? What makes you think I did anything?" He snapped, glowering with open challenge at Bakura, ignoring the small snarl it drew from one very, very protective Marik.
Unaffected by the spark in aggression the moon merely sank further into the blond's embrace, gazing at the dusk with a quirked brow. "The fact that he's not with you, and the fact that you went from speechless to 'bite my head off' mode the second I accused you pretty much tells me all I need to know." There was no denying the fact his words had a definite ring of arrogance.
Almost immediately the fight drained from red and instead the currently smallest present entity gave a strange jerk of his head, breaking eye contact and gazing at the grass. The next time he spoke, it came in a form of muddled words, which sounded more like "mfgas" then any actual word the albino had ever heard of.
"....Let's play a game. It's called, speak in a way that doesn't sound like total gibberish." Bakura chirped in a surprisingly cheerful voice, satisfied at the small snicker that breezed against his ear - at least Marik got his humour.
Where as Yami looked ready to kill him. However the look quickly faded and he merely sighed, bowing his head so his bangs covered his face. "I said, I kissed him." He repeated, this time taking care to annunciate.
The moon's jaw dropped. What!? Yami had actually...he'd....Wow!...Wait...
"Damn it!" The sudden explosive snap earned the pale skinned entity four strange looks, to which he huffed, folding his arms in a pout. "I lost the bet to Tristan. I thought it would take at least another year for you to make a move!"
Yami's jaw dropped - Ryou and Malik both wore identical scandalized expression, and Marik buried his face in his hair to muffle his laughter; it didn't work to well, not that Bakura minded at all.
"You did...How dare...I can't believe you!" Yami shrieked, looking downright murderous at this point. However, despite all his obvious desire to throttle the arrogant moon, he held back - and for very good reason. After all, if he actually attacked Bakura, it would be two on one; Marik would no doubt leap to the albino's defence, making the loser quite obvious.
So instead the dusk settled for glowering viciously, as if silently praying the other would shrivel up and die beneath his gaze.
Not even so much as wavering - after all, Bakura was more then used to 'death glares', not to mention he had backup now - the albino shook off his annoyance at losing the bet, instead focusing on the actual important subject at hand. "So, you kissed Yugi. And...he didn't take it so well, I'm guessing?"
Though still annoyed with the albino for betting on him, Yami allowed the subject to pass. "No, he didn't. As a matter of fact, his response was to pull away and run. Now he's avoiding me." Somewhere between the last word and the second to last the dusk's voice cracked slightly and he bit his tongue, obviously fighting off the impending threat of tears.
"Well that's no good!" Frowning now Bakura shook his head firmly. "We can not have quarrels among us!"
This statement earned him flat looks from everyone else present. A moment passed, and then he realized how utterly absurd that was. "Okay, yes, no need to point out my sheer hypocrisy. We can not have quarrels among you two. Besides, the quarrel between me and Marik has been smoothed out."
The sun purred in agreement and the moon smirked at him before refocusing on the dusk, dutifully ignored the now enthusiastic nuzzling going on in the general area of his collarbone. "So, he's avoiding you, I'm the last person he'd want advice from, Marik is...well...not a people person, no offence," a nip to his shoulder assured him no offence had been taken, "So that leaves..."
Three sets of eyes now landed on the suddenly very nervous forms of Malik and Ryou. "Please don't tell me you're suggesting what we think you are..." The blond star practically whimpered.
Bakura's smirk was far from reassuring.
Not saying much, cuz this chapter is fairly long and I'm tired.
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