Yami: So, in answers to the last chapter, no! I will probably not write a tendershipping scene. That'll end up here anyways.
Hikari: Anyways... The title of this fic comes from this chapter.
Yami: We do not own anything, except a copy of Katy Perry's first CD. However, Grenade is a Bruno Mar's song. The only one I like. Both Hikari and I are open to taking requests, seeing as my stress levels need reducing.
Hikari: Right. In this chapter! Ryou faces down his biggest fear, Bakura learns something, Marik has a secret and Malik's happy.
Yami: Reading and reviewing earns you a speacial place in our... Hikari's heart.
Enjoy!
Ryou looked over at his yami, noticing the thinly veiled mischeif behind his smirk. He paled further, scooting further into his chair. He'd seen that look before... Yami had ended up with pink hair. How Bakura had managed to dye the Pharaoh's hair in his sleep was beyond him... Though he was the great Thief King. That in itself accounted for his talents, let alone in Yami's room... No, bad Ryou! he scolded himself, flushing. Bakura would never do that, he wasn't gay. And even if he was, he'd never be with the magenta haired prince. They hated each other profusely, you could almost feel it seep out from their pores.
"Hikari~" he shivered at the voice, gulping in fear. Bakura was leering at him- when had he stood up?- and was holding his hand out to him. Ryou looked up, the hand holding his chin up falling to his lap in surprise.
"Yami?" he tilted his head, and watched the taller man roll his crimson eyes. Bakura grabbed his hand gently, pulling him up and through the crowd. Ryou blushed when he realised what his dark half was doing.
He was asking to dance.
/I like this song./
/What is it?/ Ryou questioned through their link as Bakura stopped in the middle of the floor. He pulled the teen to his chest, an arm around his waist and the other gripping his hip. Ryou leaned into the touch blushing, his right arm crooked around his yami's neck and the other resting on his shoulder. He could only hear the slow beginning's of a song, and his yami smirked.
/Grenade/
/It sounds pretty./
/Wait til you hear the words./ Bakura sent a mental snicker to his hikari, trying to lie to himself about how good it felt; having him in his arms. Ryou nodded, closing his eyes and resting his head on his taller counterpart's chest. Bakura watched him, scarlet eyes softening. Ryou really was a sweet kid... he didn't know how he could treat such an innocent boy, the way he had.
Easy come easy go that's just how you live
Oh take take take it all but you never give
Should've known you was trouble from the first kiss
Had your eyes wide open
Why were they open?
Ryou nodded, closing his eyes and resting his head on his taller counterpart's chest. Bakura watched him, scarlet eyes softening. Ryou really was a sweet kid... he didn't know how he could treat such an innocent boy, the way he had. He sighed softly, regret flashing through his eyes. It was just a shame the peaceful looking boy in his arms didn't see...
Gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash
You tossed it in the trash you did
To give me all your love is all I ever asked
cause what you don't understand is
/It's... sad./ Bakura almost jumped at the sudden intrusion in his mind, and glanced down. Ryou had opened his eyes; the brown orbs staring wistfully at something behind the thief, that he couldn't see. Jealousy sparked in his chest but he quelled it. /He must love the girl very much, it must've hurt./
/It's a song, yadonushi./
/I know, but... If I was the one on the end of deevotion like that, I wouldn't waste it./
/You're looking for someone with that sort of 'devotion'?/ Bakura took pleasure in the flush that creeped up his former landlord's neck and cheeks, and smirked at the attemmpted glare.
I'd catch a grenade for ya
Throw my head on the blade for ya
I'd jump in front of a train for ya
You know I'd do anything for ya
See I would go through all this pain
Take a bullet straight through my brain
Yes I would die for you baby, but you won't do the same..
/I want someone to love me. To not... Leave./
/You're scared of being abandoned?/
/Well do you blame me? My mother and sister are dead and my father refuses my presence! I try all I can to just make the old codger happy and.../ Ryou sighed audibly, turning his gaze over the thief's shoulder again. Bakura felt a sense of sympathy, and new found respect for his hikari.
/Calm down, little light. I wasn't saying I blamed you./
/Sorry.../
/Keep building things up like that and you'll get sick./
No, no, no, no
Black, black, black and blue beat me till I'm numb
Tell the devil I said 'hey,' when you get back to where you're from
Mad woman, bad woman. That's just what you are yeah
You'll smile in my face, then rip the breaks out my car
/Don't want to get in trouble./ Bakura chuckled, and Ryou looked up at him, noticing how close their faces were.
/You know I won't leave you, hikari. You're stuck with me./ the thicker, deeper British accent of his housemate took on a dark tone, and a hand found itself hooked in one of Ryou's belt loops. He smirked at the furious blush, noticing that Ryou couldn't seem to look at him. He pulled the boy further into him, illicting a short 'eep!' Ryou looked up, confused, embarrassed and Bakura swore he saw a brief glimmer of hope in his eyes.
"K-Kura?" Bakura smiled softly, brushing a stray piece of snowy hair from Ryou's eyes.
"Silly, Hikari..." he leaned down, lips brushing against the whitenette's ear. "You're never getting rid of me." he whispered, before pulling back a few inches. Bloody eyes searched chocolate, waiting for a sign of rejection. When he found none, he kissed his lighter half.
Ryou hesitated before giving in, letting himself be swept up in a wave of rare happiness. Sure, Bakura had technically killed him(1), had stabbed his host's arm while inhabiting the body...
But he couldn't stop what he felt.
Marik and Malik watched the two; the former smirking lewdly, and the latter smiling in happiness. "You know what happens now? They go home and consummate." Malik shot a glare at his yami, but said nothing. "Hikari-Pretty?"
"Yami?"
"I love you." Malik flushed, watching Bakura lead Ryou out of the club.
"I love you too." Even if Isis and Odion thought Marik was 'Mes-en kheweh'.(2)
Back at the Bakura household, Yami Bakura was trying to strip his all too eager- yet extremely shy- hikari's coat off. Ryou flushed when the spirit bit down on his neck, embarrassed at the tiny moan that had escaped his lips. Bakura merely looked pleased, pushing Ryou onto the plush black and red bed in his room. "Hikari, if you don't want this, you better speak up." he all but growled into the pale teen's ear.
"Sh-shut up and kiss me." Bakura smirked at the demand, and for once in his long life; complied. He carefully, quickly and effectively stripped his hikari, holding him tightly and teasing at his neck.
~*~*Time Skip (Yami refuses to write lemons, so you get limey things.)*~*~
Ryou snuggled into his yami's pale chest, eyes closed and listening to the steady heartbeat. the two lay on their sides, wrapped up in the black and red bedding he had picked out for his yami. Bakura smiled when Ryou made a contented 'mm,' noise. "Hikari?"
"What is it?" the young teen asked, the words mumbled into his darkness' skin.
"I love you, Ryou."
"I love you too, Kura." Ryou smiled, relishing the sound of his yami's voice whispering his name, tenderly. Bakura smiled, recollecting his ancient language.
"Hikari," he sighed. "I-tanna hedj...(3)" Ryou looked up, confused, tired brown eyes asking the simple question. "To shine bright." He translated for the young man. Ryou flushed slightly. "go to sleep, Ryou. I'll see you in the morning." Ryou nodded, falling into a sweet, deep sleep. His yami followed not long after; a giant weight lifted off both their shoulders.
Hikari: 1) in Season 0 (Shadow Games), Yami Bakura kills Ryou when Ryou seals himself in a set of dice and causes them to shatter.
2) It's Egyptian for 'Born of evil', but I might've spelled it wrong. My handwriting's terrible.
3) Egyptian for shine bright.
Yami: Review, Hikari worked hard on this...
Hikari: Pretty, pretty please? I like reviews, they make me update other things faster. I hope the Bakura's weren't too OOC
Yami: I am responsible for OOC Marik and Malik's though.