Chapter Two
A Prelude to the Unfathomable
Ryou blinked his eyes open and stared at the ceiling. Here he was, back in the same old routine. I really should move somewhere more exciting, he thought as he rolled of his bed and pulled on some clothes. Nothing happens in London. Ever.
He made himself a simmering pot of green tea and sipped it, drinking in the quiet. The quiet was serene, but yet also haunting at the same time.
He pondered at the window, waiting.
Waiting for what?
Bakura was asking himself the same question.
Out in the city, our gruff editor was making his way through bustling city life to get to corporate headquarters. He was meeting the writer over coffee at the corner café around 1:00. He had decided to go to work and drop off some paperwork from the dull LA trip and work a bit before meeting this "amazing, fantastical, writer". Bakura rolled his eyes. He checked his watch. 10:17.
As he turned onto the street, he bumped into a stranger, dropping the stack of neatly stapled papers he was holding. He bent down to gather his papers, and the stranger did the same.
"I..I'm so sorry sir, I didn't mean to bump into you." Came the stammer from the quiet stranger.
Bakura glanced up and laughed softly. "No, no, it was my fault. I wasn't even looking where I was going." He got a good look of the stranger's face. Handsome, with soft eyes. The stranger was petite for a man, practically the size of a thin woman. The two men nodded, and continued on their way.
White hair like me, Bakura thought, And pretty cute too.
1:00 o clock came, and Bakura pushed open the glass doors of the company and stepped onto the busy sidewalk. He crossed the street and walked into the café, and ordered a strong black coffee. He sat by the corner window, in a booth, just like his team director had told him.
He scoffed. Café meet-up. More like a date. He thought, just as someone approached him out of the corner of his eye.
"Um.. ex..excuse me, sir. Do you happen to be Mr. Bakura Sato?" His voice is even cute, too.
"Yes," Bakura said, offering a hand. "And you must be Ryou Bakura." The two slid into opposite benches and began lightly chatting as their coffees were placed onto the booth table. The quiet clamor of the café was background noise to the deaf ears of the newly acquainted strangers.
This might not be bad after all, Bakura thought as he chuckled at the man across from him.
On the other side of the table, the smaller white-haired man was thinking something along the same lines. He's totally handsome, Ryou observed as he sipped his caramel latte, glancing at the strong physique of the editor, Bakura. Maybe it's not going to be so boring after all.
A/N: I know, I know, it was short! I'm sorry. I've been sick all week. So I'll only be able to update this fic today.
But I'm planning to update either Saturday or Sunday, so don't get too mad. Please?
Next chapter the pace goes craaaazy. I'm getting excited. Not your typical café scene, that's for sure.
All for now~ Yoriko